Title: Of Dreams and Desires
Pairings: Smoker x Ace, Sanji x Zoro, and other side pairings
Ratings: T - NC-17
Chapter: 6 of ?
Summary: A Snowy Hint…
Disclaimer: I do not make any profit from this story; all props go to Eiichiro Oda.
Author Note: Thanks to all who read the last chapter, hope you all are enjoying it. Feedback is welcomed. :D
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Whitey Bay
Whitey took a sip of her drink, swishing the wine around in her mouth to get the full taste of it before swallowing. She sat in the corner of the restaurant, far enough out of sight enough that if one were to just glance around the restaurant she would not stick out noticeably; but would still be visible for the person who she was going to be meeting.
"Ma'am, are you ready to order your meal yet?" A waiter came to her table with a note pad in hand.
"Sorry, I'll be just a moment longer," she politely declined, for her date had yet to arrive.
The waiter bowed and walked away just as the door to the restaurant opened and a man wearing a black cloak entered. His matching boots tracked in snow from outside, leaving a trail as he stopped in front of the maître d to speak to the thin woman organizing items. She blushed during their conversation, using her hand to direct the hatted man. He tilted his hat to the woman, making his way to the beauty who was casually sipping her wine.
He pulled out a chair and took a seat just as the waiter came by again. "Good evening, sir. May I start you off with a drink?"
The man ordered a beer and waited until the waiter walked away from the table before he turned his attention to the woman across from him. "Whitey, thanks for meeting me here."
The pirate captain known as Whitey Bay nodded her head and leaned back in her chair. "I heard you were looking for Blackbeard," she licked her lips before taking another sip of her drink. "I also heard about what he did to Thatch." Her eyes hardened as she looked out the window, watching some kids outside playing in the snow. "I liked Thatch. Sweet man he was."
Ace nodded in agreement and was about to speak again when the waiter arrived with his drink. "Are you ready to place your orders?"
Whitey and Ace ordered their food, sitting in silence to ensure privacy. After a few moments, Ace leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Whitey, can you kindly tell me what you know?"
"I know plenty of things, Portgas." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, looking Ace in the eyes. "I know that Drum Island always snows, and yet today not a flake has fallen. I know that you are the cause of such a thing." She grinned at Ace and took a sip of her wine before continuing. "Your devil certainly has an interesting effect on its surroundings."
Her eyes flicked over to the man at the table next to them. He continued to stare at her, even after she sat down. "Is there something I can do for you?" She raised her voice to make sure he heard her.
The man jumped, flushing a vibrant red as he hastily returned to his meal. Ace chuckled at the man's discomfort. Whitey could be very feminine when she wanted to be, but one thing that is not advisable to do is aggravate her. The choleric pirate in her made an appearance faster than one could say "Marines". She glared at Ace, not amused at all. "I also know that Blackbeard was also here. He plundered the city before taking off not too long ago. Unfortunately, you just missed him."
Ace's high spirits left him; his fist caught fire for a moment but died out soon after it appeared, Mera feeling his irritation. He sighed through his nose and finished his beer, catching the attention of a passing waiter to request a stronger drink. Whitey waited for Ace to get his alcohol, deciding to give him the better news she had received. "However, I do also know that there is a man in the kingdom of Alabasta who is rumored to know the location of Blackbeard. Guy goes by the name of Scorpion, he's normally found either in the city of Nanohana or Yuba. He's an odd fella but he should be reliable. Just be careful, he's a bounty hunter too."
The waiter brought out their meals and the smell of food caused Ace's stomach to rumble. Continuation of the conversation ceased and the pirates sat in silence while they consumed their dinner. The only sound coming from the corner table were the scraping of utensils against plates and the clanking of the cups when they were set down. Finishing her dinner first, Whitey stared at Ace as he polished off his plate. She had been attracted to the younger male since he joined Whitebeard's crew. He was determined, loyal, and was not afraid to kill for what he believed in. He was different from the usual pirates she had run across and that drew her to him.
She drank the remainder of her wine, reaching out to still his hand, catching his attention. He looked up at her, his black eyes clashing with her blue ones. "Meet me in room 453 at the Drum's Inn. I'll be waiting." Whitey said with a lustful look as she walked away from the table, leaving Ace alone. He ate the remainder of his meal, quickly noticed she left him to pay the bill, and that he had left all his beli back in his room at the inn.
Dark eyes lazily glanced around the restaurant. Everyone engaged themselves in their conversations and their waiter was at another table, not expected to return any time soon. Ace slowly stood, careful of not drawing attention to himself, and casually walked out the side door of the restaurant. He strolled down an alley between the restaurant and another building before he came out to the main road. He traveled a ways up the road, stopping short of two men standing outside a tavern talking. He approached them with his hands buried in his pockets. "Gentlemen, can you tell me where Drum's Inn is located?"
The shorter of the two men stared at Ace suspiciously for a moment before he gave him an answer. Thanking the man for his assistance, Ace began to walk away until a thought occurred to him. He turned back to the two men to ask, "Have either of you two gentlemen seen this man around here?" Ace removed his hands from his pockets and opened the folds of his cape, pulling out Luffy's bounty poster. He showed the men but neither one had seen him. "Ah, I see. Well, if you do so happen to see him, tell him to meet me in Alabasta, I'll be there in ten days."
As he turned to walk away from the men with his cloak bellowing in the wind, he heard the taller of the two ask, "Who are you?"
He paused and chuckled. "That's right. It would be helpful if I gave you that information. Name is Ace. Just tell him Ace said to meet him and he'll know what to do."
Just as he was about to turn around to continue his journey to Drum's Inn, the owner of the eating establishment he ate and dashed at, burst through the front door of the restaurant yelling, "Stop that man! He ate and didn't pay!"
Jumping slightly at the man's sudden appearance, Ace let out a nervous chuckle. "Right! Well, see you around," was his parting words as he ran down the road to the Drum's Inn.
He skidded to a stop at the entrance of the Inn, catching his breath before he walked inside as casually as possible. He took in the surroundings of the place. Just like any other Inn, he checked where the exits were located before he made his way up the stairs until he reached room 453.
Ace knocked twice before the door opened and Whitey stood in the doorway with only her undergarments on. He eyed her body, taking in the curves and dips as he felt his member harden. He'd been on the seas too long, not finding enough time to get the comfort of a bed partner. Now was as good of a time as ever to find his much-needed release. Ace put a hand on her side, tracing a faded scare on her hip. "May I come in?"
Their eyes met as she stepped back to let him into the room. She led him to the bed; dropping his hand and laying back on the pillows, beckoning him over with one finger as she rubbed her body with her other hand. Ace bit back a groan and stripped himself of his cloak, which he wore no shirt under it. He tossed the thick material to the ground, losing his boots and pants. The last article he went to remove was his hat, but Whitey stopped him with a raised hand. "Keep it on, it makes you sexier."
Ace grinned as he took a step towards the bed and climbed on top of her. Had this been any other situation, he would've been a gentleman. He would've showed care and attention to the woman or man he was bedding at the time, gender never really being a problem for him; but unfortunately, tonight was not one of those nights. He kissed her only once and looked into her eyes. There was a message that he wanted to get across: this was a one-time thing. This will never happen again. You are here to please me and vice versa, that is all.
Whitey understood.
She nodded and pecked him on the lips before grinding her hips into him.
He grasped his dripping cock and lined it up with her wet opening, her hole already stretched to accommodate him. He slowly pushed himself in, her heavenly warm insides fitting to him like a glove. They both moaned at the joining and unable to control himself, Ace begun to move his hips, pulling out and pushing into the beautiful body below him. He soon found a rhythm and began pounding into her, the harsh sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
Their rough tempo continued until she gasped his name and tensed as she came. He quickened his thrusting and shortly after her woman hood clenched around him, he too came. He pulled out and spilled his load over the sheets and her thigh, keeping himself up right as he caught his breath. There was no basking in the afterglow as Ace stood and wiped his body clean before he started to get dressed again. There was no touching goodbye as Whitey cleaned up his essence off her thigh before climbing back onto the bed and watching him leave.
"Be safe." She whispered as he exited the room.
Whitey settled herself under the sheets. Her eyes fluttering as she succumbed to slumber. She would have fallen asleep, if it weren't for her den mushi ringing incessantly beside her. With a grumble, she rolled over to the dresser next to her bed and clicked a button on the mushi, accepting the call. "What?"
The snail let out a huff. "Have you met up with him yet?"
"Marco, we've met. He's headed to Alabasta."
"I see," the snail let out a sigh. "Did he appear ok?"
Whitey smiled at the thought of what previously transpired between them, responding, "He's more than ok."
"Good, good." There was a shuffle on the other line before Marco spoke again, "You need to return to home base. Whitebeard is calling a meeting with his fellow allies, you need to be there."
She looked at the watch on the nightstand beside her bed and sighed. "Fine, I'll head out first thing in the morning."
It had taken him so long to respond she would have thought he hung up had the snail not have been active still. She finally heard his tired voice, "I have to go. I'll see you shortly."
She said her goodbyes before disconnecting the call. She was curious about the meeting, but knew it was no use asking the phoenix anything about it. He would never tell her, and just constantly nag at her to attend the meeting and see for herself. Whitey rolled over and hugged her pillow, about to drift into sleep when she noticed a white paper on the floor. She leaned over to pick up the material and upon feeling the flesh like texture, she concluded it was a vivre card.
He must have left it.
She was too tired to figure out exactly what to do with it. She set it on the nightstand next to her baby den mushi before falling asleep.
:O Whitey Bay played a big part in the Marineford war by breaking the ice for the other ships, but her character was never really touched on, so I hope you all like my version of her. Stay tuned for next chapter: Crocodile - Huredhiel