Sorry it's been so long Guys. This is an extremely short chapter and it's probably not the best but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Also, I'll try to complete this as soon as I can and I'll start on the sequel and begin posting after Basic. I leave in May, So I hope to have this finished by then and to get started on the Sequel but it won't be posted until after Basic. So there will be a bit of a wait.
And You've heard right. There is a Sequel. This is coming to a close end. Maybe three more chapters? Or maybe four. It depends on how long I want to make them. And as for those of you that wanted this to be a Love Triangle, I hate to disappoint you but it is not. All shall be revealed in the chapters to come.
Until next time my Lovelies.
"Mihawk?" Lily spoke quietly. Her voice shook and her body trembled as she approached his sitting form.
Slowly Mihawk lowered the paper in his hands and turned to look at Lily. Her face was a ghastly pale, tears pooled in the corner of her eyes as she stared at the floor, purposely not looking to him. Mihawk frowned further. For a split second, a mere splash of a moment, there was an emotion, a strange and ugly emotion that gripped Mihawk's chest tightly at the sight of her.
"Is something wrong Lily?" Mihawk's voice powerful and demanding, Lily flinched slightly. She didn't know how to say it, she didn't know how to get the words out.
With much hesitation, Lily inched forward towards Mihawk. She gulped and swallowed, trying desperately to remove the hard ball that formed in her throat, making it that much more difficult to speak. Her eyes blinked at a rapid pace trying to force any tears that may come away. When Lily reached Mihawk's side her mouth opened and closed like a fish without water. She didn't know how to get the words out. Would he get angry?
They always got angry. They always got so angry that they would lash out. She didn't want Mihawk to lash out. She didn't want Mihawk to be angry with her.
As Lily stood there trying to gather some sort of courage to speak, Mihawk stood. With a quick movement he stood before Lily and gently forced her face to look at him. "Lily." Her eyes shot to his face at the stern tone he took. "What's wrong?" Lily blinked again, forcing the tears that grew in her eyes to fall down her cheeks. Unconsciously, she moved closer to Mihawk.
"I'm sick." It was shaky and quiet and so very frightened. Mihawk simply stared at her. She was so afraid of being sick, why? His mind couldn't wrap itself around any logical explanation.
"You're sick?" Mihawk raised an eyebrow at her. She shuffled her feet and her eyes immediately fell to the floor again. Her hands instinctively wrapped themselves around herself in a comforting way. "Is that all?" Mihawk watched her every movement, trying to decipher if there was any other reason for her fear.
Lily nodded. Mihawk felt a strange heaviness fall onto his shoulders as he watched as a few stray tears fall from her eyes. Mihawk took another step closer to her and in that moment it seemed that the shaking had become too much for Lily's body and her legs gave out underneath her. With lightning speed, Mihawk caught Lily in his arms before she fully fell to the floor.
Mihawk pulled her almost limp and trembling body to his in a protective and comforting manner. Lily's hands feebly grabbed onto the back of his shoulders as silent sobs ripped through her body. "D-d-don't—don't b-b-be m-m-m-m-mad." She buried her face into the crook of his neck.
With ease Mihawk lifted her up into his arms, one arm slipping underneath her bottom and the other snaked around her waist and rested gently on her back. He said nothing as he carried her from the dining room towards his bedroom, instead he simply listened to every stuttered and sobbing word from her mouth.
When he reached his room, he roughly kicked the door open and walked in and gently sat Lily down on the bed. Instead of opting to stand in front of her or sitting next to her, Mihawk kneeled down in between her legs. His hands rested on the outside of her thighs, his thumbs gently caressed her exposed flesh. Her dress had bunched itself up near her hips. Mihawk could clearly see her panties. His cock twitched to life at the thought of what laid beneath that thin and flimsy piece of fabric.
Mihawk pushed the arousing thoughts from his mind as another silent sob racked through Lily's body. He stared at her and into her pale blue eyes that were clouded with tears. Her face was scrunched up while her lower lip trembled. Anger burst somewhere in Mihawk's chest, flooding his senses.
"D-don't be mad." She whispered out. Her head tilted to the side as more tears fell from her eyes.
"I'm not mad." Mihawk's voice was soft. He growled as Lily averted her gaze away from him again. "Lily, look at me." Reluctantly Lily's eyes met his. In her eyes Mihawk could clearly see the fear that was buried beneath the tears. "Lily. Why would I be mad that you're sick?" Mihawk squeezed gently on Lily's thighs.
"They'd they always get so angry." Her voice was soft and her eyes went misty, not with tears but with memories.
"They?" Mihawk raised an eyebrow at her.
"The townspeople." She whispered it but Mihawk heard it as clear as day. Suddenly that anger swirled inside of Mihawk like a hurricane.
"Do I look like one of these townspeople?" Mihawk growled. Lily shook her head. "Then why would I be mad at you for getting sick?" His voice was rougher and colder than he intended but he would not allow her to lump him together with foolish people.
Lily offered no answer to his demanding question. Instead she smiled down at him. "You're not mad?"
"No." Lily's hands fell lightly onto Mihawk's shoulders before they entwined themselves together behind Mihawk's head. Lily leaned down and pressed her lips to his. The kiss started out gentle and tender before turning into a rough and excited one. When Lily pulled away she wore a bright smile on her face, Mihawk growled at the loss of contact. His hands left her thighs and landed on both sides of her on the bed.
Mihawk pushed himself up, his lips connecting with Lily's as he stood. With his body he pushed against Lily's forcing her back to hit the bed, her legs dangled over the edge of the bed, barely scraping the floor. While Mihawk pushed Lily flat onto the bed, his hands worked on lifting her dress from her body. Mihawk briefly pulled his lips away from hers as he peeled the dress from her body.
Lily stared up at him, her arms stretched out over her head. Her eyes were clouded, though not with tears but with lust. Mihawk growled as her naked breasts rubbed against his clothed chest. After feeling Lily's hands tugging gently on his shirt Mihawk wasted no time in taking his own clothes off. He pulled away from her and stood.
Slowly and almost teasingly he pulled his clothes off. He could feel her smoldering gaze on him, which only made him smirk. When Mihawk was completely naked, he leaned over her, placing a kiss on her lips and slowly leading a trail of kisses down her body. Her jaw and her neck, slowly he moved lower and lower, until he reached her ever so pink buds.
His mouth enclosed on one of her perfectly pink nipples while a free hand took the other nipple between his fingers. He licked and bit and kneaded and pinched the tender buds. Lily moaned and squirmed underneath him, her fingers digging into the bed as he continued his attacks on her nipples. He constantly switched between the two rosy buds until both were swollen and tender to the touch.
Even slower than before, Mihawk moved lower, placing wet kisses, licks and bruising nips down her body. When he reached her navel, Lily's grip on the sheets tightened as her body reacted harshly towards the unfamiliar touch. Her back arched pushing her closer body closer to his, Mihawk smirked against her skin. His hands came to rest on her covered hips and with two fingers he looped his fingers into the sides of her panties pulling them down as he kissed lower.
"M-Mihawk?" Lily's hands desperately tried to grab hold of Mihawk instead she found her fingers curling into his hair. She tried to pull him back up by his hair but all that did was give Mihawk extra motivation and pleasure. "M-M-Mihawk!" Lily gasped as her back arched from the bed. Mihawk's warm and very enthusiastic tongue invaded the folds of her womanhood. Her fingers dug into his head while she pulled tightly onto his hair. A pleased growl escaped from Mihawk's throat as Lily moaned and pulled at him harder.
Her scent was too good, too antagonizing, too enticing. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Her scent circled him, covered him, and showered him. His tongue greedily lapped up the sweet and tangy liquid that came from her arousal. His hands slid gently on her thighs, caressing and massaging her inner thighs. Slowly his left hand crept up until it was kneading her swollen clit as his tongue swirled, flicked and pushed its way inside of her aching core.
Lily moaned and grabbed at his hair tighter. Her legs squeezing tightly to his head as she lost herself in the pleasures of his tongue.
Mihawk stood outside the bathroom door listening to the flushing of the toilet for the 4th time. He waited patiently outside as the sound of running water entered his ears. An uneasy feeling attached itself to the pit of his stomach.
There was a shuffling of feet and then the bathroom door opened revealing a disheveled and very pale looking Lily. Her hair up, so she wouldn't puke on it, and an oversized t-shirt of Mihawk's covering her body made her look thin and unhealthy. Unshed tears welled in the corners of her eyes, she shook uncontrollably and refused to look Mihawk in the eyes.
"Go lie on the bed, Lily." Lily nodded before sliding past Mihawk and heading straight for the bed. As she pulled herself into the bed and covered herself up, Mihawk knew what he had to do. The longer he stared at Lily, the more convinced he became.
"Stay in bed Lily." Lily gave a weak reply as she fell asleep, curled in a ball, wrapped tightly in his blankets.
Mihawk left the door cracked open slightly as he walked out. He made his way to the dining room, sat down and began writing. The courier hawk stood silently on the table as Mihawk wrote. When he was done, Mihawk slowly rolled the paper and placed it within the small leather pouch attached to the hawk's leg. With a simple toss into the air, the bird was gone.
With a heavy mind, Mihawk sat at the table, his elbows resting on the table as he leaned forward and stared out the window, watching the hawk's form turn into a spec in the sky before disappearing completely.
He would show. Mihawk knew he would. At this point Mihawk had no one else to ask. There was no one he trusted with the care of Lily.
That man might be a Pirate and his enemy, but Mihawk knew he had a code of ethics and Mihawk certainly knew that he wouldn't refuse to help a woman.
Now the waiting begins.