Hello Again...
I'm really worried about this chapter..
I think it is ok, but well... Tell me please, 'kay?
Disclaimer: Still not mine...
Warning: Constant confusion between Anne and Ace is fully intendet!
Enjoy!
And suddenly she was unsure again, the fear back in her eyes. „I'm sorry Marco, but I'm still Ace." The raven-haired looked sad. She stepped away from her captain and grabbed for the only loose clothes she had bought. Marco raised an eyebrow. She was just trying to slip away when he grabbed her waist, hugging her from behind. With one hand he held her close to his body, with the other he kept the door shut.
"What are you afraid of?" he whispered. He felt a shiver run through Anne. A smirk, invisible for her, crossed his features. "What. Are. You. Afraid of?" His breath was cool on Anne's neck. She grabbed for the doorknob. "Anne..?" Marco leaned his weight against the door. If not burning it, Anne wouldn't get out.
"Marco, please. I am a man. Let go." A low chuckle escaped him. "I know, Ace. I don't mind." He pressed his lips on her neck once more. Then he loosened his grip and took a step back. Anne didn't move. The phoenix was still close enough to feel the warmth she radiated. He took a deep breath. "What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid you don't realize that this is only an illusion. I am no woman!" Marco frowned. "What do you want me to do? I cannot magically change you back and then kiss you senseless just to make sure that you believe me." The raven-haired whirled around and stared at him wide-eyed.
Her captain closed the distance between them. Marco placed one hand at her side and locked the door to his cabin with the other. "I know that you are Ace. I can see him in your behavior, in your face and in your eyes."
Anne shyly raised a hand and touched his cheek, following his jaw line with her fingers. Marco closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling of her soft skin against his. Anne's fingers wandered over his neck to his torso, tracing his tattoo. Carefully she continued her exploration of his body on his abs. "Anne…" he whispered. She stopped dead and looked up at him with a wary expression.
The phoenix opened his eyes and met her gaze. He took her face between his hands and bent down. Their lips almost met, he still looked her in the eyes. "Do you trust me?" "Always." She smiled and Marco lost it. He crushed his lips on hers, finally, finally, feeling her.
Hungrily he traced her lips with his tongue and begged for entrance. Anne didn't respond. She really wanted to but somehow this felt so strange. It felt amazing and still… The blond understood what she must feel like. She trusted him, but this was new for her. Ace had had his experience with some women on the islands, but for Anne, this was new. And maybe he was also a little over enthusiastic…
He let his hands wander away from her cheeks and instead stroke along her sides. The soft fabric under his fingers nothing compared to her skin. His lips placed butterfly kisses on her cheek and temple. In the need of feeling her skin again, he traced his hands along her naked arms and shoulder.
Softly he placed his right hand around her waist, holding her closer. Compared to his own, always-cool body, she felt incredibly warm. A low sigh escaped him when he buried his face in her hair, breathing in the smell of fire and soap and the sea. He didn't want to move. He had wanted more, so much more. But now standing here, holding her close felt like everything he would ever need.
Carefully Anne turned her head and placed a gentle kiss on his shoulder. She placed one hand on his arm, while she let the other wander over his body until it reached his sash. Then she let her lips wander, placing small pecks along his neck. Marco tilted his head to give her better access.
He had his eyes closed, feeling, hearing, sensing the woman in his arms. Standing on her toes, she reached his ear and licked along his earlobe before gently biting it. He sucked in his breath, not really ready to give away his week spot so easily. When he felt Anne smiling against his neck, he knew it was too late anyway. And when she focused her efforts on his earlobe he had to grit his teeth to prevent any more sound from escaping his lips.
Anne was gentle, careful. And Marco felt his last doubts melt away. Who cared what her name was. Or how he looked like now. All the phoenix wanted was to be able to hold this person and feel the heat the other radiated. Nothing less and nothing more.
She seemed to have some different plans, though. Bringing a little more distance between them, her hands started exploring his body while she placed kisses along his collarbone. And while he tried his best to keep his control, she was apparently on the mission to make him lose the very same.
At some point, Marco couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed her hands and pinned them beside her head. "You're playing a dangerous game…" She just smiled at him while he brought his lips down to meat hers.
This time she parted them and met his tongue with her own. Forcing himself to be gentle and careful and not too demanding, Marco deepened the kiss. He grabbed her two hands with one of his and let the other wander to her side and from there to her back. Carefully he grabbed the lace that held her dress in place and pulled. Slowly he loosened the fabric around her body.
When Anne yelped and broke the kiss, Marco had already snuck a hand under the loose material. She looked at him with a mixture of anger, surprise and mischief. He answered with a gentle smile, opening her dress completely. If he would let go of the fabric now, Anne would be standing there half naked.
Marco let go of her hands and bent down. "This is the end. I'll let go and turn around now. If you want this to stop here, fasten the lace and we will continue it another time. Or never. You decide." And he really let go.
The phoenix had turned around before the dress could slip even an inch. He took two steps and came to a stop at the foot of his bed. He heard fabric rustle, then soft footsteps. His heartbeat sped up when he realized that they were coming in his direction. He felt the heat of her body.
He shivered when her lips touched her neck. Her hands caressed his back, slowly wandering down until reaching his sash. She was surprisingly fast in loosening the fabric. Anne threw it in a corner. All the while Marco stood still, not moving an inch.
Anne pressed her body close to his and he felt her skin touch his. She was still wearing her bra. She hugged him from behind, hands placed at the button of his pants. Marco blushed. First she'd been so shy and now? Well, she's Ace after all, a low voice in his head whispered.
He felt his body react to the situation, felt her hands casually open his pants, accidently brushing over the steady growing bulge. A suppressed moan left his lips. He heard Anne chuckle, the soft vibration of her body all too clear against his. She traced the rim of his boxers almost touching him again. Almost!
Anne stood on her toes whispering in his ears. "And now that I have not ran away. What are you going to do with me now?" Marco took a shuddering breath. He closed his eyes and turned around in her arms. He raised a hand and felt for her bra. With a little difficulty he opened it, letting the clothing drop to the floor. He heard her laugh softly.
"Are you afraid, captain?" He shook his head and bent down. He kissed his way along her jaw line to her lips. He captured them in a sensual kiss, his hands almost shyly touching her breast. Marco felt her arch into his touch. They broke apart, his eyes still closed. And suddenly she was unsure again, the phoenix felt it. "What's wrong?" His eyes still closed.
"Why don't you look at me?" He opened his eyes, focused on her face. A tiny little blush covered his cheeks. He smiled. "Look at me. All of me… I didn't look at your feminine body, we hardly touched. Do you believe me now? It's not about Anne. Or Ace. Or whatever your name is. It's only about you." The grin on her face was so Ace!
She pushed him backwards onto the bed and crawled over him.
Marco watched her every move. Her body heat washed over him and forced his eyes shut once more. He wanted her to make the decision. Anne should decide what they were going to do. He listened to the soft rustle of the bed sheets. He felt her presence.
When her lips touched his, his whole body tensed for a second. It wasn't like this was his first time, by far not. But Anne was so different from any woman he had slept with so far that Marco felt oddly insecure. He lifted a hand up to cup her cheek, holding her head in place.
Carefully he deepened the kiss, pulling her body closer to his with his free hand. He felt her naked skin on his and also felt how his body reacted to it. A soft sigh escaped his lips when they parted for a second. Anne looked at him. Marco smiled up at her and turned them around. Lying atop of her, he placed butterfly kisses on her face and neck. One of his hands wandered over her breast, his thumb caressing the soft nipple. Anne's long fingers wandered over his body, tracing his muscles, making him shiver.
He kissed her neck until he found a spot he liked and started sucking. It was illusionary to believe that the mark would last. The woman was fire after all. But he still wanted to mark her, even if it would only last for a few minutes. Marco let his hand wander into her thong, briefly wondering why she had bought such a piece. Then his mind was utterly distracted by the sweet sounds that Anne made under his touch.
When she snuck a fragile hand into his pants, he took in a shuddering breath. Making some careful moves he assured his balance, even if his control should falter. His own hand came to a halt when his mind was too distracted by Anne's touch. He arched into her touch, temporarily forgetting the world around him.
In his inattentive state, the woman managed to switch their positions. Sitting atop her captain once more, she kissed her way down from his collarbone to his navel. Whenever she touched the bulged in his pants his breath got more uneven. She smirked up at him.
Marco's heard skipped a beat only to come back with a much faster pace. She wouldn't… Would she? When he felt her hand on his boxers, the phoenix knew that she indeed would. Her warm fingers closed around his throbbing cock. He was breathing heavily. Marco dared looking down to her face. Anne met his gaze with a typical Ace grin then she half closed her eyes, her head dipping down. When her hot lips closed around his aching shaft, he bit his bottom lip to avoid any sound from escaping.
She started sucking, lightly first, and all his effort of silencing himself were wasted. Anne let his cock slip from her mouth only to wrap one hand around it. While moving her hand up and down so incredibly slowly, she licked around the tip, sucking more forcefully now. Marco's breath was ragged, more moans escaping him. This felt so…
Anne's hot lips combined with Ace's knowledge of the male anatomy resulted in a torture the phoenix almost couldn't bear. "Anne… Stop. I.." She let go and he immediately felt disappointment wash over him. He knew it was his own fault, though. His disappointment vanished when she took him back in, sucking hard. Going over to deep throating him, she shred his self-control to pieces. He came with a guttural cry, muffling the sound with the back of his hand.
Releasing him partially she swallowed the salty liquid, licking him clean. Marco's breathing was still uneven. He kept his eyes closed, fully enjoying the after orgasm. But the devilish woman didn't give him the time to catch his breath. Placing butterfly kisses on his hips and tights she slowly got him hard again.
When satisfied with the result she came up to capture his lips once more. When did he hand the lead over to her? He couldn't remember. He couldn't bring himself to care. He placed his hands at her hip, feeling the fabric that still lingered there.
With a swift move he rolled them over once more. Anne looked up at him, flustered but smiling. Marco kissed his way down to her hips, sucking lightly on the hipbone, while removing the last piece of closing. He felt her tense below his hands and looked up at her.
Leaning on his knees and elbows he brought his face back to hers, meeting her unsure gaze. "Do you want me to stop..?" He didn't believe that he could, even if she begged him. But he knew that he somehow would. Never was he going to hurt her. He placed a soft kiss in the corner of her lips and waited.
Anne's eyes focused on his. But it was Ace who looked at him when the woman spoke: "I… You…" She stopped. Marco smiled. "You at a loss of words… I doubt anyone else has ever managed this." Anne snapped for his lips. He brought them out of reach, leaning further back until he was sitting on the bed, Anne kneeling before him.
When she paused a little, he captured her lips with his. Kissing her, he turned around and lay back down, Anne still on top. If she didn't want this, then he would endure it. He wasn't sure how, but he would. She broke the kiss and turned her attention to his earlobe. He should have known that she didn't forget about this.
When she bit his ear a new wave of arousal washed over him and he started trembling below her. She took a shuddering breath, still looking so damn unsure. He rolled them over once more, pinning her to the bed. "Anne. If you don't want this, tell me. I won't do anything you don't want."
How could he? She was the most precious thing he had. Though he didn't really have her. He didn't know if she felt anything similar for him as he did for her. And right now was not the time to think about it.
Anne had moved a small hand to his hips, pulling him close. He positioned himself at her entrance. Looking her in the eye once more, he carefully pushed in. But she was Ace, remember? And Ace wasn't particularly famous for his patience. Wrapping a leg around his body, she forced him closer.
His suck in his breath when he buried himself in her. Closing his eyes, Marco steadied his fast crumbling control. He wanted this to be something special. For both of them. Slowly he started to move. He could hear Anne's breath become uneven. She moaned, a suppressed sound, as if she didn't want him to know how much she enjoyed this.
With slow and deep thrusts Marco made sure that all attempts of silence were null. Soon Anne was panting below him, sweat covering her body. Moans and soft cries escaped her. Her eyes were closed but flew open when the phoenix picked up the pace.
Marco knew he couldn't last much longer. Every sound from her lips drove him closer to the edge. Then he felt her tense. She moaned his name, shivering under the orgasm. A few more thrusts and he followed her.
Marco rolled over, coming to lie beside her. Slowly his breath evened and he managed to see clear again. Lying on his side, he watched her recover. He brushed a strand of her raven black hair out of her eyes. Then he put the blanket over them.
While doing so, he noticed to his surprise that the hickey he had left on her neck was still there. Shrugging it off, he took her in a warm embrace and closed his eyes.
Anne turned her head to face him. A light blush covered his cheeks. He had his eyes closed, a small smile playing at his lips. She raised her hand and traced a finger over his cheek. Remembering his words from earlier that night, she began to wonder.
Did he really not mind that she was a man? Marco and Ace had always had a good relationship. The phoenix, together with Thatch, had taken care of the fire fist from the first day. Ignoring his rather ridiculous attempts to take Whitebeards life, they had held out a hand to him. They were family.
And now..? What was Marco to him now? Sure they were no normal nakama anymore. They were captain and commander. But that wasn't all. Anne was pretty sure that Marco didn't sleep with the other commanders…
Slowly she drifted to sleep, deciding that defining their relationship status could wait until tomorrow.
Well my dears, let me know what you think.
Really like the Marco in this one. He's kinda cure.
Not much to say, really.. It's just sex, right?
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