Day 8: Breath; SmokerTashigiLaw
Making Smoker blush is fun
"You're staring again." Law says from the chair next to him, pointed boots up on the table between them. Smoker blinks, yanking his eyes away from Law's lips. He can see the idiot smirk though. He'd been mesmerized by the little puffs of air from each exhale. Amazed that he was here at all.
"Something on your mind?" the pirate asks after a few moments. Smoker stares ahead, watching across the snow. Children are building a snowman, a cigar instead of a carrot for a nose. Up the small slope, on the top, he can see Tashigi supervising carefully as a group of rowdy boys are fighting over a sled.
He recalls his own times as a child in the snow. Wonder and excitement, long days of white and cold with nights by the fire. Tashigi smiles, so bright and warm and the boys stop fighting, blushing while looking at her. His own heart does something in his chest and he wonders if Tashigi has any idea of how big of a threat she is.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Law is as mesmerized as he, all his breath coming out in a whoosh, condensing in the air. Law catches him looking again and raises an eyebrow. A whoop pulls their attention back towards Tashigi.
The boys have convinced her to sled down the hill with them, and her eyes are wide, torn between concern and laughter as they race down the hill. Her pink hat is blown off her head, her long black hair streaming in the wind.
They hit the bottom of the hill, sliding into an embankment, the top layer of snow exploding outward in a poofy flurry. For a second, Law looks concerned but they climb out of the snow laughing a moment later.
Tashigi turns and stumbles towards Law and himself, brushing snow out of her hair. She collapses in his lap, cold and damp and steaming. Law pours her a cup of hot coffee and she takes it between her freezing gloved hands, sighing from the heat of it.
"You didn't answer my question," Law says.
"What question?" Tashigi says after swallowing a mouthful. Smoker grits his teeth, feeling heat rise up the back of his neck.
"He's been staring at me. You too." Law says, crossed arms and that damned smirk!
"Oh, something on your mind, Smoker-san?" Tashigi looks up at him, her cold body nestled against his chest. She used to be so worried about public displays of affection, but now, now she is brazen. She revels in holding his hand as they stroll through streets in their off hours. He wonders if Law has noticed.
But he knows the pirate has. After all, there was no way he could have missed the way she leapt into Law's arms when he appeared on the deck of their ship three days prior. How she gave her love so freely was a wonder.
"That's what I asked," Law drawls, watching his face. Smoker glares at both of them, turning his face away.
Tashigi reaches up to touch his cheek, but her cup of coffee slips from her nearly numb grip. Law springs into action and shambles the cup onto the table, cold snow now in her hand and across Smoker's lap instead. "Oh, thank you!" she flushes and Law rolls his eyes.
She hops off of him and brushes the snow off, flashing him an embarrassed smile. "Well?" Law says, knowing damn well that Smoker was hoping they would forget. Crap, now they are both looking at him, and he can see concern taking the place of Tashigi's smile.
Irritation rises on his face, and he finally grits out "It's nothing." But that was apparently the wrong answer as now they both look concerned, Law's eyes narrowing. And Smoker hates it. "It's just nice to be here, that you're both here," he mutters, looking away, his whole face so hot he can see steam in the air. But Tashigi is smiling again, warm and wide and happy. In a moment, Law has shambled himself into Smoker's lap, but gestures for Tashigi to join him.
Smoker almost shoves them both away. Almost. They nestle into him, each of them taking one of his hands, Law and Tashigi's clasped hands in his lap.
All of their breath combining and flowing into each other in the frigid air.
Notes:
God I love this throuple so much.