*Warning* Adult themes will apply.
(Didn't get too explicit because they aren't the main characters but I did drop a few info bombs.)
Back in East Blue, Angela tossed and turned in her sleep. Her body was rigid while she dreamt. The mother of Katie had woken in a pool of her own sweat. Gasps for air came forth as she had come to realize that she was still in her small four room cabin and not on Marineford.
The woman began reminiscing how her daughter and Garp had started out building on the wooden walls after fixing the roof. The little girl would correct the old man sternly while he laughed uncontrollably. There wasn't a place nor board they didn't labor over together. That was before the villagers felt sorry for her and sent a real carpenter to her rescue.
Oceanic blue hues blinked as she wiped the tears from her cheeks with a sniffle escaping. This nightmare was something the long-haired brunette relived often. After twenty-six years, she could still feel the bastard's hands on her body. The burn marks that he left in her flesh still tingled but in the end Angela knew she hurt him more than he had ever done to her. She left. Took what he believed was rightfully his and disappeared. It was only after she met Katie's father that she could really live again.
"You know, I'll never understand why you never spoke out against that man", she heard a familiar voice rumble through the simple home. Weakly the woman sat up and adjusted her light blue night shirt. The old single bed had rasped from the release of her light weight when she stood to her feet. These days she resembled that of a walking skeleton, the long haired brunette thought. The rare disease she had contracted during her escape of the Grandline had taken its toll.
Angela, a wispy image of herself, made her way down the hall to the eatery. The kitchen was lit dimly with lantern light filling the room. It was a simple design that allowed the tall man to move about in such a cramped space. It bore the necessities with all the decorations either hung on the walls or placed on the counters. To his discomfort there was a cold draft in the home but it was their's together. When Katie came into Garp's life, the woman had made that very clear.
The brunette's chest fluttered as her eyes began to sting with tears. Blue hues saw the tall athletic figure take off his hat and place it on the table. "Bogard", she cried out in happiness.
Holding her breath, the woman stumbled forward trying to rush to the commodore's side. Instead Angela was met with strong arms wrapping around her. Her body was carefully lifted. His thin scowling lips were met with soft velvety apertures. In the rush the marine kissed back. The blonde's lips parted with intent of invading the woman's crevice. His hot, moist tongue succeeded. The woman in his arms submitted to his overwhelming demands. Both their hearts raced with anticipation before breaking away.
"You've lost more weight", the commodore jostled her lightly. "You're almost out of medicine." His solemn tone revealed how much it hurt him to see her like this. The man's copper hues watched her pale face twist with concern.
The frail woman nodded. "I don't want to think about that right now", Angela answered faintly.
"Angie… We can get you medical treatment", Bogard began to argue as he carried her to the guest bedroom. It was the only room big enough for him to sleep in and there was no way he'd let her sleep alone. It was nearly midnight, a massive storm had rolled in, and the marine had been on his feet all day. The woman the blonde loved was in his arms with a bed nearby.
"If I seek treatment from the marines, it would only raise questions. I escaped that hell Sakazuki created. I won't go back", the brunette responded firmly. She sighed feeling a large, calloused hand slip up her spine under the fabric of her night shirt. "Besides the doctor I saw was the very finest. She had a mean disposition but it was a logical and honest one."
Bogard leaned in for another kiss. Feeling her next to him, was a thrill he simply couldn't get enough of. The tiny woman in his arms worried him a bit. If everything was to be true she wasn't going to last for more than six months. It painfully tore at him but he swore the first night they were together he'd be by her side. The marine never once went back on his word.
The man entered the room and laid the female down on the futon. It was reserved for him and him alone. A soft, comfortable place where the two could enjoy the sensations of each other's bodies. If the blonde really thought about it, and he had, Angie slept in the guest quarters and only came to bed when he could come by. Deep down he was thankful for the men in her life. The first had tossed her aside once Sakazuki laid his hands on her and the second was her deceased husband who taught her how to love again. The marine's little woman swore she only been with three men, including him, in her entire life. She was satisfied with that and he oddly found it comforting.
"I need to undress. When I come back… I'm not letting you up. I'm going to make you forget that bastard", the officer spoke in a low voice.
A heavy sigh escaped him once cool silky digits cupped his cheeks. "Let me help. I want to know what's new with you and my kids", she whispered.
The lopsided smile she wore caused his heart to skip a beat. He normally didn't return the facial expression but a corner of his lip turned up. "Alright", the man conceded as he lifted himself back to his feet.
Angela followed and helped slip off his double breasted grey blazer. She even untucked his greyish-green button up before he slipped off his brown tie. "Your clothes are damp. The weather really did a number on you", the woman commented with a bit of worry.
"Don't", the short-haired blonde man's copper orbs narrowed. "Don't you dare bother yourself over me when you should be taking better care of yourself." Bogard didn't want his words to come off harsh but they did. His immense hands cupped her cheeks. "I'm sorry… I didn't mean to bark. It's been a really long day and I'm just tired." For a man who normally didn't speak unless spoken too, Angela had a way of getting him to talk.
Small mitts slipped over his own hands. Her smile was painfully obvious that she was doing it to not upset him. "I'm fine", the woman tried to soothe.
"Liar", the marine fired back. His lips slanted over her own. "Angela…", the man faintly whispered. His voice was almost inaudible compared to the storm beating away outside. Bogard dipped in and forced his appendage into the depths of her mouth. Tasting her was delightful. Fingers intertwined in the thick locks of her silky hair before an arm wrapped around her waist and lifted. The woman hummed in ecstasy while his body felt as if it were lit on fire. She let her own hands explore the cut edges of his muscle and under soft fabric that made the marine. He was a swordsman and Garp's right hand man. It was through the old geezer the two met and Bogard never regretted it.
The much taller officer set Angela on top of the dresser before trembling fingers worked quickly on the buttons of his shirt. A hiss of pleasure worked its way from his throat as the heated cloth was discarded onto the floor. Copper orbs watched as her fingers moved lower. His stomach trembled as her feathery touches brushed just below his navel.
The officer observed the brunette make short work of his leather belt and pants. The marine stepped out of them before letting go of her locks of hair. Pressing his chiseled body to her frail frame, the commodore managed to get the woman to lay back some. The wall behind her shoulders would only allow her to go back so far. Thick hands gripped her knees and forcefully spread them to make room. Bogard stepped boldly between her thighs; his raging hood ached to be free of confines of his black cotton boxers.
"Angie… I love you. It's ok to tell me no…", he softly spoke with his fingers slipping under her nightshirt to find her lacy underwear barely clinging to her form. Roughness of the pads gingerly scraped over silken flesh. The taller gentleman thumbed over her hip on each side. The instinctual bucking of her own body encouraged him to continue.
"Bogard… I love you too. I'm fine…", she hummed. "It's just a little loss of weight. Nothing we can do about it", the brunette with long straight hair of bark and chocolate hues added to try and comfort him.
"That's not my concern. You know I'll be gentle and slow but I want to make sure", the blonde added. He ignored his golden locks falling forward framing around the corners of his copper eyes.
"You heard I was having a nightmare", she stated in almost a question. Her blue orbs watched him nod.
"I said I'll make you forget him", the marine retorted. Bogard treasured her and respected the fact that she was still haunted by what his commanding officer did to her twenty-six years prior.
"After tonight, just don't forget to tell me how my kids are doing." Her smile was met with him lifting her delicate form from the dresser and carrying her over to the futon that had been decorated in various quilts. Their eye contact never broke as the man lowered her down. Fingers tugged and pulled the powder blue nightshirt over her head before his thick hands made short work of her matching underwear.
Bogard hungrily consumed her after spotting her vulnerable thin body under him. To feel and touch her pulled the man into depths he never thought possible until the officer met her. The rest of the night were filled with Angela's lustful cries being drowned out by the roaring wind and raging sea.
If his little woman hadn't been ill with some rare disease or been so thin, he would have already left a child in her womb. Not many women knew what it took to be with a marine. The long stints away from home accompanied by few letters back and forth. That didn't help with the questions and worries from both the one in waiting and the marine at sea.
To top it off, he was a serious man with the responsibility to assist Garp and his extreme ways of doing things. Angela knew what it took with a level head. She had a kind heart and an alluring smile. Being with her meant he could relax and that's what he had planned to do all night.