CRACK!
RRUUUUMMMBBBLLLEEE~~~~~
Perona jerked roughly out of sleep. Another bright flash illuminated the room for the briefest of seconds, before plunging her into darkness once more. Her heart was racing, and the sheets suddenly felt hot and constricting against her bare skin. She hurriedly kicked them aside onto the floor, not in the mood for dealing with such things in her confused and disorientated state. The air was so muggy. She gasped for breath, not finding enough oxygen to slow her beating heart.
Then it was quiet for a moment. 'The calm before the storm,' she thought. Sure enough, a minute the later the wind picked up drastically in speed and started to whip angrily at the cabin walls, making the rigging groan loudly in complaint. Then came the rain, pelting the small porthole like so many fingers as it requested to be let inside. The ship tossed and turned in the undulating ocean waves, rising to the tippy top before going on a wild ride down again.
It was just as she predicted. Earlier that day she had sensed the drastic decrease in barometric pressure, signaling the coming of this storm. She knew that it wouldn't hit until later that evening when everyone was supposed to be sleeping, so she had ordered the men to furl the sails and fasten down any loose objects beforehand so they could all sleep through it in peace. However, sleeping through it was going to be harder for her than she thought. Perhaps she had just woken from a nightmare and the storm had bridged her horrible dream with reality. Perhaps it reminded her of stormy nights as a child alone and afraid in her work room at Thriller Bark. Or both. Whatever the reason she was now thoroughly upset.
She glanced over. Perona had an entire room to herself. the blank empty room staring back at her.
BA~BBBBOOOOOOMMMM!
She had to do something. She couldn't stand being alone a minute longer! Swinging her legs off the edge of the bed, she gathered her bed sheets around her for protection and made her way towards the cabin door, flinging it open wide.
The rain pelted her exposed skin mercilessly, stinging where it touched. She ran blindly forward, not knowing or particularly caring where she was going. Reaching a door she grasped the handle and flew inside, slamming it shut behind her.
She stood panting with her back against it, trying to stop her body's insane quivering. The combination of fear and adrenaline made her super sensitive to the room around her. The figure in the bed still slept soundly, despite the ruckus she had just made. There were some clothes scattered on the floor, and as she tried to discern whose clothes they were she heard the sleeper mumble:
"Heh" She sweat-dropped. Sure enough, when she looked at the nightstand beside the bed she could make out the familiar shape of Mihawk's hat keeping sentinel over its sleeping master.
'Why sid I come into Mihawk's room?' She wondered, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath. For a while she was content with just watching him breathe, and soon found her breathing calmed as well, perfectly in sync with Mihawk's.
She shivered, and finally realized the sheets she held around her were soaking wet. She quickly let them drop to the ground. She blushed when she realized she was only wearing a tank top and short shorts. 'Why am I worried about what I'm wearing right now?' She asked herself. But for some reason she knew clothing like this was awkward in this sort of situation. What kind of situation this was, she didn't know yet. But one thing was certain: she didn't want to be alone tonight.
She crept over to Mihawk's sleeping figure, holding a hesitant hand out towards him.
"Mihawk~" she whispered quietly at first. He didn't move. She poked him.
"Mihawk~" she said normally. Still no response. Fine then.
"MIHAWK!" she yelled.
There was an instantaneous response. Dracule Mihawk shot bolt upright in bed, looking around, he then saw was his FirstMate.
"Ghost Girl?..." He asked groggily, "What are you doing in here?"
"I… I couldn't sleep. I woke up and so…" she paused sheepishly. This was sounding more and more childish by the minute. But the look of invitation to keep going on Mihawk's face was so tempting that she found herself spilling everything.
"I think I may have had a nightmare, but the storm woke me up but I was still scared, and the storm kind of scared me more. And I didn't like being in the room alone, so I went outside and before I knew it I was in here." She ran out of breath. Hiding her eyes beneath her bangs, she snuck a glance up at Mihawk.
He was frozen, trying to take in everything she had just told him. Perona, scared? Sure, she could scream and run when it came to a strong opponent, but to be scared of a dream? It was rarely that she showed her true emotions. He knew she didn't want to burden the crew with her worries, but it was just natural for her. She was Perona, and she was a worrier.
He chuckled slowly.
"What?" Perona demanded, pouting. He liked that.
"You worry too much Ghost Girl. It was just a dream."
"Well… not just any dream." She whispered.
Mihawk patted the bed beside him. "Sit." He ordered. She complied, ignoring that it was a command.
"I think I was back at my old house, That Ussop guy had tied me up and covered me with cockroaches, he was about to hit me with his giant hammer." He pursed his lips at this. There weren't even words to describe how he was feeling, so he growled instead. She smiled.
"Well they're gone now. They won't ever hurt you or anyone ever again Perona. I promise you that." He said, crossing his arms.
"Yeah…" she mused. "I guess you did." 'Was this why I came to his room? Because he's the one who conquered my nightmare?' She decided that yes, it was. Warmth spread throughout her entire body and she sighed in contentment, the senseless fear finally subsiding. Mihawk grinned at her relaxing figure and imitated her, slumping against the wall and sighing too. How was he able to calm her with so few words? And such simple ones at that? That boy truly had a gift. She glanced over at him, taking in things.
His abs were scrunched up from his slouching position, making them even more defined and chiseled looking than usual. His hands rested behind his head, accentuating his broad shoulders and the muscles beneath them. His shaggy black hair stuck out in random directions, falling into his eyes. His legs were crossed before him, and she blushed when she realized that all he had on were a pair of crimson cotton boxers.
Mihawk opened his eyes and looked at her, and was surprised to see her looking at him. She looked a little… hungry? He did understand the look she was giving him. Well, not him, but rather his chest. He looked down at it; everything seemed in order to him. She hadn't noticed he noticed her staring yet.
"Like what you see?" She gasped. He was flirting with her? He grinned. She whacked him softly.
They sat in companionable silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's company. Then,
"Perona… do you want to stay here with me tonight?" She blushed furiously at this.
"Well, I don't know… there's the rest of the crew to think about…I don't…"
"Ghost Girl."
"What?"
"You worry too much." Again, with so few words, Mihawk put everything into perspective. What did she care what the others thought? She didn't want to be alone, so why shouldn't she? For once, she was going to put her own needs before the others.
"Alright. I will." She smiled widely at her own decision, (at least, she thought it was her decision). He loved to see her smile.
Just then a particularly loud wind thundered through the ship, and she shivered.
"Are you cold?" Mihawk asked.
"Well, I did get a little wet outside, so yeah."
He retrieved his crumpled blanket from underneath him and handed it to Perona. She took it gratefully. The blanket didn't really do much, because she wasn't giving off that much heat for it to trap.
"How are you not cold right now?" She eyed his boxers and blushed.
"Eh? It's really hot in here. Are you coming down with something?" He put a warm palm on her forehead. It felt great, so she leaned into it, humming. Mihawk got an idea.
"I'm warm. Why don't you use me as a blanket then?" She gasped. Again, he knew the implications behind his request, so she tried to ignore the awkwardness and her perverted mind and take him up on his offer.
He lay down flat, and she lay beside him, snuggling close to his warm side.
"This is perfect." He said. "I'm hot, and you're cold, so together we're warm." He grinned stupidly, and for once she found herself grinning stupidly back. She wormed closer into his side. She could smell wood, the sea, and something musky that she couldn't identify. That must have been just pure Mihawk. She inhaled deeply. She liked pure Mihawk.
Mihawk could feel her shivering subsiding as his body heat soaked into her. Subsequently he was also cooling down, absorbing the chill off her skin. He wrapped an arm around her to cool himself down even more, and was surprised when she didn't gasp. She seemed to gasp a lot around him, although why he had no clue. But right now she seemed to be occupied with something else.
He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her closer to him. She squeaked this time, and the sound made his heart flutter.
Perona was currently up close and personal with Mihawk's chest. She couldn't deny that it was a wonderful view, but she was curious why he had decided to pull her to him. She decided not to question it, and began to trace invisible longitude and latitude lines on his chest.
Mihawk shivered, but not from the cold. In fact, he found the room had just gotten a lot hotter. Just then Person shifted in his arms, and her leg briefly rubbed against his own.
"Mmmmm…" he hummed, liking the contact. Perona froze. He swooped in and claimed her mouth with his, taking her breath away.
She was surprised at his action, but even more surprised with the way her body instantaneously responded. She fiercely pressed her lips back against his, fighting for dominance. It was all skin, soft and smooth and… wet? His tongue had joined the fray. She gladly invited it in, meeting it step for step with her own. She arched her body into his chest, and he slipped his hands to her waist and pulled her even more flush against his half naked body.
Finally they pulled apart, gasping for breath, but Mihawk wasn't to be slowed. He was on autopilot. He put his face to her neck, breathing in her scent while trying to regain his breath. Mikans, parchment, ink, and… ozone? It was the same smell that the air took on before a storm. It was anticipation, excitement and adventure. It thrilled him to no end. He attacked her neck with his mouth, trying to see if he could get a taste of it. She gasped, and he smirked against her skin. Always gasping. She tasted salty. He bit down instinctively.
"Ah! Mihawk!"
Oh he loved that, the way she said his name. If he had his way she was going to say it a lot more often from now on.
Perona hadn't expected the bite. She was still recovering from their first kiss. In an instant Mihawk had thrown Perona down on the bed. He held her down, sitting on her stomach and pinning her arms above her head.
"You're mine." He growled. There. He thought he'd made himself pretty clear.
She shuddered at his dominance. He was too strong, she couldn't move an inch. He had rendered her completely helpless, using his strength against her and basically claiming that she was his. She loved it.
"Prove it!" She snapped. He roughly claimed her lips with his once again.
Mihawk found he was liking this angry Perona. Mihawk still had her hands pinned above her head, so she was helpless as he started to move down to her jaw, then her neck, and then proceeded to her chest. She shivered. She wasn't wearing a bra~
And Mihawk soon discovered that. In order to not let her go he began to slide her shirt up her stomach, using his teeth. She was trembling in anticipation and nervousness. With one final yank and a devilish grin Perona's breasts were exposed to Mihawk. Seeing how he couldn't use his hands, he started exploring them with his mouth. Perona began to moan. Flattening his tongue, he admistered one hard, drawn out lick to one of the pink buds. Perona moaned hard. It felt so wrong, yet so damn good! She was quickly becoming a shivering mass of gelatinous pudding under his ministrations. He continued, heeding her moans and repeating things that made her moan loudly. 'I wonder…' he thought. He took the left one into his mouth and gently bit down.
"MIHAWK!"
He was thrown into the air for a moment as she bucked her hips, managing to lift him when he'd bitten her. Mihawk removed his boxers the rest of the way and unceremoniously threw them on the floor with his shorts and vest. Perona did likewise with her tank top. Now one was completely naked while the other was half naked. It seemed Perona had some catching up to do… but then Mihawk was already half naked when she got there.
He her a deep kiss. It was gentle and sweet, unlike the hastened ones they'd had before. He could taste himself on her. She hummed at his gentleness. They finally broke apart.
"I know you'll always be there for me. I'll always be there for you too. I don't know much about these kinds of things… but as long as you're the one showing me, I know there's no reason to worry." She could feel herself tearing up. Mihawk could be so sweet sometimes. She wiped at her eyes.
"Are you ready?" She asked Mihawk. He nodded.
She went to take off her shorts, but he stopped her.
"Wait."
"What?"
"Let me do it."
She blushed but shrugged her shoulders. "Fine, have it your way."
Grasping the hem of her shorts, Mihawk began to pull them down agonizingly slow. The fabric glided over the smoothness of her legs, and he didn't hesitate to feel as much of them as he could during the process. Perona hadn't expected him to be slow about it, and her impatience was growing. The sight of him pulling down her pants, ogling at her bare legs… he was being too sexy for his own good. She went to tear her panties off, but a hand and a growl stopped her.
"Mine." Growled Mihawk. She gulped, and went back to enduring his slow torture.
The shorts finally slid off her feet, and she heard as they hit the wall. Mihawk now turned his attention to the only remaining article of clothing between him and his naked firstmate. Using only two fingers, he hooked the sides of her red g-string and began to pull them down.
Perona gasped as the air hit her. She was now fully exposed to Mihawk, and he was staring at her for all he was worth. It didn't stop him from sliding the garment the rest of the way off her legs, but now he seemed more in a hurry to get them off. They went flying behind his head and got caught on the ceiling fan. Perona couldn't help giggling.
Mohawk took both his hands and ran them over her upper thighs. She tightened her muscles, so he began to massage them just like she did to him. Eventually she sighed, relaxing and letting her legs spread farther apart. Pulling himself up he came level with her face, and began a slow, deep kiss.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Perona asked.
Perona grabbed his hard member, and he huffed. She could feel it throbbing and quivering in anticipation under her hand. She wouldn't make him wait any longer.
Closing her eyes and using her instincts she guided him to her opening. Very slowly, he began to enter inside of her. Mihawk sighed at the feeling; she felt great. It was hot and damp and so damn tight. He was being squeezed from every angle.
Perona cried out, thanking the weather for coating the sounds that would otherwise have alerted the rest of the crew to what they were doing. Tears sprang to her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She knew it wouldn't last long. Perona looked concerned at her cry, but she ignored it.
"Ghost Girl?"
"One second."
She took five big breaths. Then it came to her: Mihawk was inside of her. She felt the immense heat between her legs, and this thought made it become unbearable. She had to move. She rocked her hips.
"Nngghh," Mihawk grunted.
The friction felt so good. Mihawk began to slowly pull out of her, and then he quickly thrust back in. The move brought waves of pleasure to both, and Perona could see tiny stars forming behind her eyes. She brought her hips up to meet Mihawk's next thrust, and he went deeper than before.
Mihawk clenched his fists. Most of his focus was on the immense pleasure in his groin, and her walls squeezing tight around him. But he was getting just as much pleasure from hearing her whisper his name, her hands clawing into his back, the sight of her squirming underneath him with her hair splayed about her on the sheets. He couldn't take much more of this.
Perona felt herself nearing the end too. Mihawk had unconsciously sped his pace, thrusting into her faster. She was reduced to moaning because she was no longer able to form coherent words. With each thrust she was being pushed closer and closer to the edge. Mihawk had grabbed her hips for more leverage and began pounding into her, hitting some pleasurable spots.
"Mihawk!" She could feel his skin give way under her nails. He didn't seem to care. All of a sudden the pressure inside of Perona exploded, and she shivered uncontrollably as her orgasm plowed through her.
Mihawk put in a few more thrusts before the feeling of Perona's walls clasping around him made him lose control, and he released himself. His vision ran white and then he collapsed, trying not to crush her but feeling totally exhausted. They both lay there, naked, him on top of her. They shivered in what now felt like the cool night air. After a time Mihawk pulled out of her and lay beside her, pulling her close so she was snuggling his chest. Wordlessly she collected the blanket and threw it over the both of them, trapping their body heat and warming them up.
As his eyes heavily drooped Mihawk looked at Perona. He could tell she was on the verge of sleep. And with that, the captain and his firstmate fell asleep.