'Morning after' to previous chapter
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After years of serving as the first mate to Whitebeard, Marco was used to getting up quickly and efficiently whenever something was going on.
There was almost always something that needed his immediate attention, whether it was a fire that needed to be put out, an oncoming storm they needed to weather, a marine attack that needed to be repelled, one of the low level crews attacking Pops with delusions of becoming a Yonko, Thatch's pranks or some other disaster he had to assist with cleaning…
Always something.
So, when one day he felt himself slowly edging towards consciousness, warm and lazy and feeling so right… He was so startled by this hazy discovery, he immediately awoke.
Just to notice that yes, he's still on a ship. Just not the Moby Dick.
He noted he had been sleeping on a fuuton, and that he was definitely not alone under the blankets. That fact was proven to him by the warmth of another body, the weight of a head on his chest, a set of arms hugging him and the feel of his own arm being wound up tightly around a definitely female waist. He moved his fingers experimentally and felt soft skin and hard muscles underneath.
Then he looked down at the maker of that delicious humming he had heard not even second ago and stilled.
…
Fuck.
The Phoenix barely stifled the groan of despair that wanted to come out when his eyes met with black hair.
His memory and coming back awareness let him know that yes, he broke and had sex with a girl, not even out of her teens. Granted, she was perfectly willing, as if a girl that had had a crush on him since she was 13 could ever be unwilling in that situation. And the night easily placed in his personal top 5… but it didn't change the fact that she was only 17.
And he?
He was the first one to join pops when he started his own crew.
Fifty years ago.
He raised his hand (this one luckily wasn't anywhere near the No-longer-so-Little Lu's waist) and messed with his hair.
He's done it.
Became exactly the kind of fiend Marines were trying to paint him as for years…
The only way for him to sink even lower would be if it had been Luffy's first time.
Hell, more than just a little part of him wanted it to be her first, so she'd be his… only his.
Sweet, little innocent Luffy, blushing and asking questions… asking to be taught and learning to react to just his touch…
…
Bad thoughts, bad thoughts!
His Luffy was a proper little vixen, a little shy yes, but with her age it's somehow expected.
Not sweet and innocent, no… playful and eager. Obviously somehow experienced… eager to make him do what she already knows would be pleasurable… and more than ready to return the favor.
Damn it all to hell…
He wanted to visit and both thank the guy who taught her how to twist her tongue like that… and completely obliterate the bastard. That tongue, sweet little whimpers, breathless moans… Feel of the skin under his hands and furry tails touching him… making him give her whatever she wanted before he snapped…
He groaned quietly remembering keeping her under him, making her submit, and her mewling to make him move faster…
Wait!
It's not an adam's wood ship, is it?
He'll need to check for floor damage later. Luffy would be furious if she'd have a hole in floor of her bedroom.
He closed his eyes and sighed, knowing that he should probably make a break for it now. Before her brothers found out… or her grandfather… father… adopted father… or her Shishou…
Yeah, like they wouldn't just hunt him down for upsetting their little girl then… another sigh escaped him… she's a good kid. Precious girl. She shouldn't be tied down to an old man like him… Nor need to deal with his reputation…
Still a little obvious with her affections but making effort to not let them impair her reasoning. And taking into account her target…
Damn, it seems like Thatch was right after all… The Queen, hmm?
"That's some heavy thoughts for the morning" Marco was a little startled, not noticing that object of his thoughts was not only awake but also observing him from her place on his chest for a while already.
Oh well… In for an inch…
"You should lighten them up then, yoi" He murmured, dragging her completely onto him, putting his hands on her shoulders before sliding them down to her hips, pressing her down a little.
"Oh?" The little minx asked coyly, fluttering her eyelashes and sliding up his body to give him a proper kiss. He almost swore aloud at feeling the inviting dampness on his thigh and at the smug smirk she gave him before planting a totally innocent kiss at the corner of his mouth.
Like the word 'innocent' could even be used to describe her.
"You, Monkey D. Luffy, are a little minx in need of education on consequences" He growled out, turning them around and biting down on her collarbone.
Hard.
Her delighted squeal made him grin smugly… totally worth all the troubles.