He was holding her to his hard chest as if there would be no escape. He stared down at her, his breath rasping in his lungs. Moving his mouth to her ear, Law's husky voice fluttered over her.
"You cannot stay here." It was not a question, it was a statement. The sound of his voice in her ear, along with the feeling of his hands running over her back, tugged at something inside her. Desire, perhaps. The words he spoke ringed in her mind for a moment, and then disappeared. It was true, she could not stay, it was not safe. However, where was safe? A place like that, could it be found somewhere? The young woman wanted to stay, and fight along his side.
Although she could die easily, she was no warrior. She was brave, indeed, but if she would be in the situation which would call to killing someone, she would hesitate. She was well aware of that risk.
She ran her hands up his chest to his shoulders and sneaked her hands around his neck, entwining her fingers in his dark hair. He was grateful for moments like these, being near to a person he enjoyed talking to. So did she. Law nuzzled where her shoulder met her neck and she thought she might melt at the feel of his lips against her skin. Her coffee like hair spilled over her shoulder, and he breathed in the blossom smell as he trailed kisses down her neck.
The moment his beard touched her skin, she shivered. Ignoring all the other options she wanted to spat at him, she hummed in response and enjoyed the warmth he was giving her. She felt safe, protected. She was glad he was here. He leaned back just enough to touch her face, brushing some of her brown hair from her face. She leaned in and let her lips just skim over his, and then worked her way around to his cheek, and then his earlobe.
"Law." She breathed his name into his ear. He growled into her ear, and one big hand threaded through her hair to hold her head in place.
Without any further discussion, he angled his mouth against hers, his fingers grasping onto her neck to tighten their connection. She loved the low growl that came from the back of his throat, and the rough gentleness his lips provided. Her heart beat wildly as he roughly kissed her. This was a side of the captain she had never witnessed before. But frankly, she enjoyed it to the last drop. Kissing her hungrily on the mouth, he let his tongue lightly slide over her lower lip, his tongue was demanding entrance until she opened her mouth just a fraction further, allowing him to slip inside.
Their tongues met, twirled, tasted, and vowed. They anxiously explored one another. Damn, he was a good kisser. She slipped her hands under his shirt to his warm sides and felt the hot skin, tantalizing her. Slowly at first and shyly, she moved her hands upward and then downward. He groaned into her mouth, she could feel the way he dragged in a breath.
His hand stayed against her throat and moved upward, forcing her chin to tip backward even farther so she was completely at his mercy. She was not scared, not at all. Both of them exchanged a lustful look as he was leaning for a kiss. At that moment someone slapped the door opened yelling.
"Captain! Captain!" Law was brought back to reality by a familiar thin voice. He clicked his tongue and turned his head towards the intruder. Seeing the white bear shiver, he lowered his voice. "Make it fast." He said in clear annoyance.
"C-Captain," The person called again. "We are being followed by marines!" The bear said. Rising up from his chair, in a quick pace he walked towards his pal.
"Shit! Immerse! Immediately!" Law yelled at his comrade. He spat out a couple more loud swear words in frustration, something he normally did only under his breath.
Law forked his fingers through his raven hair and put his famous hat on his head. Hearing the Captain's words, the bear ran out of the room, followed by the Captain behind him, and told his fellow comrades to immerse. Their ship immersed as soon as Jean Bart helped Penguin and Shachi with the iron rudder. He talked fast and every second word he spat was a swear word.
"Weaklings!" He muttered. Law yelled at his remaining men to make sure they get away safe, he spat a curse or two in the air. He wondered how they found them; it was rare for the Marines to find him that easily. He was not that type of person who would pick a fight out of boredom, nor would he fight if there is a chance to escape. Why dirty your hands more when you can keep them clean, even if it's only for a while? His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and his flat, grey eyes were scanning the room. They managed to run away, looking at his men; their faces looked firm yet relaxed.
The skilful surgeon remembered the woman that was able to mess up his mind; he longed to touch her again. She was like a fire, endearing and beautiful. However, you did not know what to expect. His mind couldn't help but wonder if they will cross each other's path again. His mind was crowded with images of him devouring those full lips he had once tasted. He chuckled as he walked outside the under-deck, passing the hall he walked back into his room.
He needed a drink, and some time to assemble his thoughts.