(Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda, obviously.)
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My Personal Piece of Heaven
It was always the same thing. On rare occasions that we anchored on the same island; we would, of course, spend each night on that island together. And I would always wake up in the middle of the night, for a split second absolutely sure that it was only a dream no matter how real the euphoria had felt when I held you tightly in my arms; because there was no way something as beautiful and perfect as what we shared could exist.
Then I would turn my head and see you; and it's just funny how the overwhelming feeling in my chest as I silently watched your ethereal beauty bathed in moonlight never ever passed or even lessened over time. I'd feel the need to reach out and touch you then; both to assure myself that you're actually there and because you were downright irresistible, and your tanned skin would feel just as soft as it looked.
But that alone would never be enough; your sinfully delicious skin always had me craving for more. I'd just shift closer and spoon you, all the while careful not to wake you up or disturb you with my metal arm. Then, as if you had been waiting for it; you would sigh softly and mumble my name, making me smile. Only you could make the name of a notorious pirate sound like a prayer… I would kiss your shoulder then; once, twice… There was no "enough" with you; this feeling of missing you even while having you in my arms was something that both scared and amazed me, a concept I couldn't wrap my mind around even after having felt it many, many times. I'd then turn my gaze to the window, lost in thought as I gazed at the moonlight that was seeping in, afraid that if I closed my eyes and drifted back to the land of sleep, morning would come too soon. But until then, Law; I would think, you're mine to hold and love…