Bam, so I did some double checking and we got another chapter until I pull down the rest, so I'm pushing to get this next one out Monday or Tuesday should it all go right!
I glared at him from my position on the metal table. He was glaring back just as bad and it was annoying me. I couldn't move my hands, and now was being threatened to have my feet restrained too. My general dislike for the captain in front of me was slowly turning into hate. Sure, my stay so far had been pretty good, beside the weirdness between us two. But I had already planned on severing that though he was helping me do that now. Snapping my wrists, I felt the sea stone cuffs chaff at my already red skin. We had been like this for a couple days already.
Yup, days.
This had to be day three. We were to be surfacing soon to an island named Octomna. Apparently, it was a fall island for Law had graciously grabbed my colder clothes that were in my room. I briefly wondered if he had moved all my clothing into the room like I had ordered him to. Yeah, that's how I ended up with one cuff. The other from countless hours of not answering his questions. Well, it seemed like my warm welcome was over and done with. Now we were getting into the nitty gritty of what it was like to be on the sea.
A captain always needed to be in the know. There was always someone else on the sea who had more ships, more information, the latest of something. New crew members could bring in valuable information, especially ones that have been to different places. I hadn't thought about the New World in any other aspect than it was where Pops and the others would be for the most part. At times smaller fractions of the crew came back into Paradise or even one of the other seas. I may not have been a sworn member of the crew, but I had spent time with them. I wouldn't betray them by telling their secrets to another.
"Ana-ya, I'd hate to keep you in those cuffs." I snorted at the soft tone he gave me if he actually hated them then he'd take them off.
"You sound so devastated for me Law." I openly rolled my eyes at him, causing him to narrow his eyes at me.
"We've been at this for three whole days now. Give me some answers and you can have your freedom back." He stepped closer to the table and I narrowed my own eyes at him.
"I won't tell you anything about Pops or Ace." My rough voice didn't help my cause right now, but I was going to fight with him over this.
"That's some true loyalty right there." The tone he used didn't settle right with me.
"It's been earned." I leaned my head back against the wall. I was tired and hadn't been allowed to sleep the past couple nights. Barely any food or water, I was truly a prisoner to this man right now. He didn't grace me with an answer as he set the clothing down by my feet. While they were free I knew better than attacking him, I wanted to be able to move even just the slightest.
"So, how much longer are you going to do this?" Law looked down at my face, I tried to move away, but I was limited to a couple inches.
This was sucking hardcore, I could hear the guys talk to Law in the hallway about how they missed me. And right now, I was missing them too. If I strained my ears I could hear them faintly when they were grabbing things from the storage closets nearby. The drip of the IV next to me was another sign that while he wanted information from me, he wasn't going to coerce it out me the way I had thought at first. When Law left, I was alone to stew in my own thoughts and I hated it. Did I make the right choice? Was constantly on my mind. Did you rush back into the thrill of adventure? I mean I did just leave with them after knowing them for what barely 36 hours?
"It could be a long time." I told him sincerely. "I've gone a week or two with out food, and I don't think you'll dehydrate me to get the information."
"Your loyalty runs deep once it's earned, is the only thing I've learned from this." The Supernova was sitting on his rolling chair across from me at his desk. Once again looking over a medical text of some sort, I think it was about nerves this time.
"You word is the only thing that weighs more than gold out there." I told him honestly. "Alliances may be made and sometimes broken within short times, however the truth about why comes out very quickly."
"I've seen it myself." His steely eyes flickered up to my own, and I could only assume they looked as tired as I felt.
"Then you should at the very least respect my silence." I grumbled out as I felt a wave of nausea hit me, the sea stone cuffs weren't so bad after a while. Until it touched new skin, then it was like the effect washed over me all over again. Looking away from Law for a moment, I felt my mind start to ponder these questions again when I glanced back I could feel my breath catch.
For once, Law looked genuinely tired. He ran a hand over his face and sighed. He didn't look like he was enjoying this like he had been in the beginning. I barely noticed that he was growing more warily each time we went through the questions all over again. I kept telling him the same thing each time. He'd have to kill me first before I released any weakness or secret of two of the men I could knowingly trust in this world. Taking his hat off his head, he ran a hand through it and came closer to me. Key in his hand he let the cuffs fall. Turning his back to me and leaving the infirmary swiftly.
Waiting a few moments, I looked around the room. Just to see if he was going to jump back and say surprise, but he didn't. Shutting the door softly I turned back to the clothing he had gotten for me. Everything was fresh, even the pink matching undergarments. Slipping it all on I turned to leave the room. Carrying my clothes to the laundry room I put it in the separate pile I had for myself. Then I quickly made my way to my room. Opening the door, I went directly to the bureau. I hadn't expected it, but Law had actually moved my things in here. Even the bathroom had the two-toned towel, and my things in here. Moving out in the room again I sat on the bed. The room felt so empty, and I didn't even bother asking myself why.
Trafalgar Law might be a dick, okay a total asshole at times, but not completely. I had seen his softer side recently and even if he had locked me up in the infirmary like a prisoner. I knew that it was for the sake of the crew as he asked me how the other two powerful men were. But true to my word I'd have to be long dead for me to even consider answering him. My head hurt as some part of me tried to will away what had just happened, and another part wanted to hold a grudge. Looking out the porthole I could see the guys on the beach seemingly waiting. Once I saw the Captain himself walk over to them, they all looked excited and left. No one really seemed to concerned that they were down a man. Well, then I'd just have to make this moment count for something.
My brown trench coat and black boots were all people could really see. I had pocketed some shades from a street vendor and started to make my way to the other side of the port. A black beanie on my head to cover my obnoxious colored hair. The signs looked vaguely familiar to me at some points. Bright reds and blues chipped in places. Then one sign was familiar. The white words were a complete opposite to the name, but it was the memories that me go into the Black Tavern. Walking straight up to the bar I ordered some jack. I sat directly down towards the end, with a seat between me and the wall. An arm resting on the counter, and my right forefinger stirring the liquid in the glass.
I had been here before with Ace, and the Commander of the First Division of the White Beard Pirates. They were of course getting wasted and I was trying to get some info. Not too long after that a couple of Marine's came in and tried to all but burn the place down. I guess it was very known that pirates came here for information on their base. So being who we were, we kindly help them knock out and take a nap out on the street. Sometime later when we finally left their captain had shown up and I had finally seen Marco in action. The mythic logia user was tearing up the base and setting the riches free. It was very like him to do that, especially when the people considered him a hero and could drink here as much as he wanted for free. Speaking of which, that shit head should be here somewhere.
I almost took my glasses off, until I looked to the entrance and saw a polar bear and a man with him. Well, fuck me. They had sat down all the way at the other side of the bar and were talking to the bartender. Putting down money for my drink I started to make my way out until I saw a familiar Jolly Roger on the wall above the liquor. The white mustache and smiling skull made me smile at it. That was the jolly roger of one White Beard. We must have landed on his territory. Back on my first time here it wasn't under their protection, which is why I didn't recognize it. There weren't pirates everywhere causing hell, fires in the street and such.
"Oh, Ana-chan?" I almost stiffened from my spot until I realized that the bartender was talking about me, not to me. Oh, god I didn't want to stick around for this. Making my way through the throng of people I finally stepped outside. Now I could see it, there were many more jolly rogers all over the port. Then, that meant I could get in touch with someone. And I could get the hell away from the Law for a while. Strolling around the port I was looking at all the different jolly rogers, until I saw the one I wanted. The White Beard one sailing high on a ship. The little yellow flag under it meant that it was from the first division.
Scurrying around people I finally made it to the rope ladder on the side of the boat. Jumping on some of the crew members stopped what they were doing and stared at me. Raising my hand in the air as a sign of hello, most went back to what they were doing. Geez what kind of people came aboard here for them to not care? Carrying on I went in search of the captain of the ship. Thinking quickly, I made my way to the wheel of the vessel. On the back end of the ship of course. Ah and there he was. The damn bastard I was looking for and he was a sight for sore eyes at the moment.
His blondish hair resting on his head still looked weird to me. It was like a banana, or some other fruit I had seen long ago. Flimsy purple shirt softly flapping in the wind as I felt the cool breeze pass over us. His neck was almost bent at a weird angle that I knew wasn't going to be fun waking up to. I could see the reflection of the glasses off to the side that he'd wear if he was really serious about something. I think I had broken them a few times, and I knew for a fact Ace had once thrown them over board. I smiled slightly as I remember the two of them fighting over who was going to replace the latest pair lost to the sea.
"Marco?" Calling out to him, when I didn't see him respond, I poked his cheek a few times.
Looking down at him, I shrugged my shoulders and turned to look around the ship. It wasn't quite as big as the flag ship, but then again, they didn't need to house Pops and the medical gear. Hearing the flap in the wind, I gazed at the flag on top of the tallest building near us. The smiling jolly roger brought a sense of warmth to me that I hadn't been feeling these past couple of days. I hadn't been mistreated exactly, sure being shackled to the exam table was still something but I was alive. Uninjured as well. I had spent some years on the sea by myself before I had run into Ace.
My time in Paradise had been anything but that. I didn't sail with people, I knew how to work a log post, I could naturally sail on my own. I had even taught Ace how to do it once he decided to have his own sloop. If only he could stop falling asleep randomly, then he wouldn't be blow off course so often. A glinting caught my eyes, I as I walked over to the railing nearby. A woman in furs, and flashy jewels was being swindled by a pro. While the stones he was showing her were real, they just weren't what she thought they were. Emeralds, rubies, diamonds were common enough on the sea, so much so that you could pass up on a genuine one if you weren't careful enough.
"It's not nice to laugh at other people's stupidity." I was slightly shocked when he was up and at it next to me. Watching people with great interest, for once.
"Yeah well, maybe if you didn't drink to the point of falling asleep so much I would have been talking to you already." He simple chuckled at me and we people watched together silently for a couple more moments.
"So, what brings you here kiddo." I glared at him from the edge of my peripherals.
"I need a break from someone. I just spent some time in solitude confinement." He looked down at me, the serious look in his eyes was strange to see.
"And just how did you get into their possession." The low tone he gave carried on the wind.
Telling him of how Ace left me on that island, in the care of Alec and how said idiot threw me off a cliff to my doom. Filling him in with most of the details he occasionally looked at the port while I continued my spiel. Nodding at the end Marco was silent as he listened to me quietly explain I didn't really remember leaving Ashflakes. It was what he did, I talked a lot and he would sit there and simply listen to what I had to say. Unlike others who would interrupt me and start a fight or go off he never did. The whole crew wasn't filled with hot heads, I was just typically with Ace who was the loudest one. Some habits died hard when they were nearly beaten into me on some occasions when it was I who was accused of something.
"Well," He said after some moments. "It sounds like you're in his debt."
I couldn't help the laughter that was bubbling up as I sat down on the edge of the chair he was sleeping in before. There was a stray bottle of rum and it was suspiciously full. The man in front of me had excellent haki control, he could see things I wouldn't be able to dream of. I shouldn't be surprised he may have seen this coming as well. Marco looked at me again and let out a sigh that I was all too familiar with. Patting me on the head and going back to pull up the chair near me that had a beer waiting for him. Groaning about how he was too old for this shit any more he popped open a beer and started drinking it.
"I thought you'd find this to be funnier than you are right now." I watched that fucker roll his eyes at me while suppressing a smile as he ducked away from my prying eyes. "You've always been shitty at hiding that infectious smile my friend."
"Think about it, Ana you're a smart girl." I stared at him, and where he didn't answer I motioned my hands for him to continue. "Alec, being the dumbass, he is, threw you off a cliff. Now, this Law didn't have to save you. He simply acted on impulse to save a person whom he thought would be an asset to his crew. He could have simply sailed off and let you fall to your death, but he hadn't now had he?"
Taking some swings of rum, I leaned back into the chair, giving him my undivided attention so he knew I was listening to him. "Hearing that you know some important people in the pirate world, you should have expected questions. Going off like a cornered dog wasn't a great way of going about it. One little kid isn't going to bring down Ace or Pops, so I don't see why you felt the need to protect them. Think of what they would do if he had actually attacked them? No one is crazy enough to take on Pops, and Ace would play with him like a cat and mouse."
I frowned heavily at some sign over a store on the port, the red wording not adding to my great attitude. This was probably what I felt on board the sub some days. There were times I was oaky, and got along with the rest of the crew. Then there were days where I couldn't' stand to be around our captain, for any which reason. I'd finally gotten comfortable with being near everyone, even if Law had a weird habit of touching others. It was more surprising than the heating system on the sub, Law seemingly had no issue touching the others. Arms casually thrown over shoulders, what I hoped were loving smacks up side the head. It wasn't something that I had been prepared for, but looking back maybe I chalked it up to his aloofness. Nothing like the captain of the previous ship I had been on, Pops was always up and at it with the guys.
Closing my eyes, I leaned fully into the chair, letting the sun's rays warm me. It took me back to a different place. Where the heat of the deck warmed me daily as I would relax from morning rushes for breakfast, or cleaning from the party the night before. I could hear petty arguments breaking out and a loud laugh over it all. I'd be in a spot just like this, or even leaning on Marco as we watched everyone. Drinking whatever was given to me by the blond that I trusted with my life, one more than one occasion he'd flown to my rescue when I was in over my head on bets. I could recall multiple afternoon cat naps in between bouts of excitement allowing us to stay up late into the night and early hours of the morning. This felt just like one of those rare moments, when we could all just float along on the sea. The salty breeze keeping us semi cool as the sun beat down on us. Sighing in content, I let myself begin to fully relax next to the logia user.
"You know I heard that a certain commodore was on the move again." His words made my blood freeze up for a moment, before I took a deep breath. I was with Marco at this moment, I was completely safe. His words were meant to play it down as if the news shouldn't have affected me, but knew it did.
"What do you mean on the move, where?" My voice was steady but my heart was pounding heavily inside my chest cavity at the moment.
"Into Paradise, he apparently thought that someone else was back on the sea. Checking it out, stopping at the hot spots that people normally stop at." One lazy eye opened and looked at me. We both knew what islands were the most popular and that the log posts would surely point too. There were many islands in Paradise, but typically you could tell where one would go based on where they had been.
"Then maybe I should abandon the Grand Line for good this time." The smack to the back of the head was sharp enough to sting. Hissing in pain and holding it, I glared at him while he returned to being closed. Leaning forward, I rubbed the back of my head quickly as I willed the pain to stop.
"Don't talk nonsense, Ace and I would come looking for you. Drag you back by that pretty hair of your princess. Don't forget Pops won't let anything happen to his favorite daughter out of all his children." The sloppy smile slightly comforted me, but the fear was still lurking there as I leaned back once more.
"I'll deal with it once it's here." I whispered back to him.
Looking up at the sky, I felt the moment the sun broke through a cloud and my body was being warmed. Closing my eyes once more, I tried to think of other things than the inevitable. I thought of palm trees lining a beach, a desert in the distance and a map that lead to treasure. Relaxing fully as I remembered riding on the back of a brunette as Ace lead us further into the desert heat. Cold nights spent bundled up and trying to stay warm while Ace kicked around in his sleep. Letting my mind wander, I could faintly smell roasting meat with way to much hot sauce.
"Ah, I see yeah she doesn't think much. More of a do first, repercussions later type of idiot." Marco's voice carried on the wind into my ears. He seemed to be talking to someone, that I couldn't quite hear. Was he really talking shit about me to someone while I was asleep? Moving around a bit I found that I was in restricted in my movements, which shouldn't be a thing since I was in a chair. At worse I should be on the deck of the ship from slipping off of it.
"Oh look, sleeping princess is waking up." His voice made me want to punch him in the face. Cracking an eye open I glared at him from my position, while flipping him off. Being shifted around I knew the hands that were on me.
"Traitorous bastard." My voice was husky from the nap I took on the deck next to him. He smiled at me and ruffled the hair on top of my head. The scene looked so familiar, it almost made my heart ache. I had just seen this shit head only months ago, giving me word on our friendly pyro. A frown pulled my lips down as I remembered that. "Where's-"
"Well, Mr. Surgeon of Death take good care of our favorite sister hm?" The good-mannered smile, and tone were there but I could see the threat in his tone. Apparently so could the quite man who was holding me.
"Of course, she's one of us now." The possessive tone was there and I could only turn up and glare at him while he looked down at me.
Turning my finger to him, he chuckled at me a sly smirk growing on his face. I narrowed my eyes at him, and he simply looked back at Marco, exchanging some more words with the Mythic Logia user. Taking this as a sign of our departure I looked back at Marco. The frown on my lips seemed to reach his. As much as we drifted in the past couple years, I still felt like a teenager who was fumbling around the deck of the Moby Dick. Having him down my throat about hanging off the ship and doing other stupid things with the crew. I may have sailed alone and knew my way around a ship, but nothing beat the secure feeling of having some of the crew around, Marco bring one of them. I relished in the attention and affection they had given me.
"Bye princess."
Waving at me slightly as I was carried away I glared up at the captain holding me. He just kept walking down the port. How did I not even notice that we were off the ship? God, I must be as bad as Ace if I slept through something like that. Shuffling around in Law's arms I kind of wished that he would just drop me. I didn't like being in his arms like this. It was annoying and embarrassing, at the same time. People were staring and my beanie was all but falling off so you could see my hair. They were going to recognize me sooner or later. If this island was one of Pops it would be inevitable that word would get back to him, via Marco or some person who just thought it'd be a good idea. That alone was enough to distract me from how far we had actually walked.
I wasn't really sure where we were, but we had stopped outside of an inn. Looking up I saw the words Swallow Inn, in a rusty red. My eyes still felt heavy from the unusual day nap, as I tried to keep myself vigilant of my surroundings. It was small, but like other establishments it had the jolly roger of the infamous White Beard. I smiled a bit at it, the smiling face always brought happy memories back. I was in the New World with them for 3 years before I was shipped off to Alec. Alec had been the previous Commander of the Third Division. Once his illness started to get to him, he had to put his pirating life behind him. I felt the smile fade, I couldn't help but wonder how he was doing, or Alex for that matter. He had lost his sister, and I was the closest thing he had to one, and I suddenly up and left the next day.
"You should know that was the worst attempt of escape I've ever ben apart of." I was brought back to the world by the annoyingly smug voice of the man holding me. I felt my temper starting to slowly sink into nothing as I remembered Marco's small exchange with me. He had been trying me these past couple days, and I wasn't going to kill him it wasn't the right thing to do.
"Well, if Marco was a better savior I'd be home free by now." I kicked my legs a bit, showing I wanted to be let down. Though Law either didn't see it, or was ignoring the shit out of me.
"Yes, me and Phoenix-ya had quite the words to exchange about you." My movement halted as I looked up at him.
He didn't look down as he made his way inside the inn. I had thought for a moment he'd explain himself, but I forgot Law explained himself to no one. Long strides taking us up to the second floor. I kept my suspicious gaze on him long enough for me to see his eye brow start to twitch. Oh, so he didn't like being stared at hm? Intensifying my gaze on his face I could see an irritated frown appear. Finally stopping in front of a door he shuffled me around effortlessly to be able to slip a key into the lock and open the door.
"Now Ana-ya. Can I trust you to stay here or will you be trying to run off again?" Placing me on the bed, he stood to tower over me. I've seen scarier thangs than this, but something in my mind was telling me to back up from the dangerous pirate.
"Well Trafalgar if I decided that I will, would I be cuffed to this object as well?" The sickly-sweet smile on my face was making my tone seem nice. Well, to me at least it did, but Law just glared down at me.
"Contrary to popular belief I don't enjoy punishing my crew." I rolled my eyes so heavily at that I think I almost saw my brain.
"Yes, but the three days behind us didn't show that." His glare was harder than before as he started to lean down to me. Nope. Rolling to the other side of the bed, I put it between us.
"You can't keep doing that." He arched a brow at my words.
"Can't keep doing what?" I threw my hands up in the air.
"You can't keep using my unease of being touched to coerce things out of me!" I growled at him, rather forcefully. "I don't particularly like being touched, so each time you do that I have to restrain myself. Stop getting so close to me all the time damn it. It's one thing if I'm asleep, I can't feel it consciously. It's another when you want to punish me for not doing something you asked, or whatever. I'm not going to lay down and give you want you want all the time so we need to find a compromise before I do try and take a hand off."
The room went quite as I panted softly from my practically yelling words. He had a schooled face on, and I was openly showing anger. Then he started to cross the room towards me. Glaring at him harder than ever before I tried to kill him with my gaze. When he was two steps in front of me I tried to make more distance by using the bed. The damn bastard saw that and half tackled me onto it. Squirming and thrashing about I tried to get him off. I didn't want him anywhere near me at the moment and I as getting close to ripping his head off. The normal assurance that he wouldn't do anything to me was quickly leaving as I felt the bed dip under us.
"Law, get the fuck off of me!" The words were lost in the struggle as he tried to pin me. Finally fed up with it I put some power behind my attacks. He seemed to noticed this and use more of his strength too. It must have been minutes later that we actually stopped. I was on top, straddling his waist. Arms pinned to his side and the glare he gave me was deadly. I gave a triumph smirk back down at him. His hat was lost in the struggle, and I knew mine was somewhere on the floor too. Lavender locks fell around us like a curtain and I didn't give a damn. God, while this man infuriated me to a point of no return some moments I couldn't deny he was something.
The glare on his face didn't hinder how handsome he was, striking steel eyes, the side burns, hell even the small soul patch. His shirt had risen from the constant movement, but I didn't need to look down to see his amazing abs. I knew from the nights we had spent sleeping together what kind of body Law had. He almost always slept without a shirt, and now that I had clothes I wore tank tops to bed. There was always skin on skin contact, and it didn't bother me as much as it did with others. What the hell am I doing? Shaking my head, I steeled my thoughts. How could I take time to even consider if he was attractive as he tried to overpower me? It wasn't going to happen, I've dealt with handsome men before he wasn't any different.
"So, now that you've lost. Tell me, why the hell you want to know so much about Pops and Ace." The glare was accompanied by a scowl on his face. His eyes flickered between my own suspiciously.
"I need to know, to keep my crew safe." I repressed the urge to roll my eyes at his answer. He had said so many times on the sub when I was unable to leave the infirmary. Information was key on the seas, it could be almost worth its weigh in gold sometimes. Many crews had been split apart from the inside based on information relayed outside the crew.
"You've said that already and I'm not convinced." We glared at each other for some time. Neither saying anything, and the room was filled with our panting. My trench coat was wide open, as my gray sweater and dark jeans were visible. Slowly I took of the jacket to cool myself down from the work out I had just done. I need to get back in shape. With people in motion, I needed to be at the top of my game, or I'd be sinking into the ocean soon.
"We're to far from the New World for the two of them to even be a remote threat. Now that Marco knows I'm sailing under your name it'll be passed to the other divisions quickly. Pops won't be coming after you for me simply being out on the water again. No person carrying his jolly roger would consider attacking either, as it would be their certain death." Briefly recalling Marco's words, I tried to keep in mind that nothing I told him would really affect them.
"We aren't the strongest crew around, even now as we get closer to the New World the difference in strength is growing." I flickered my eyes from the jacket back to his eyes. Crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back I nodded so he would continue. "I need information so I can direct them into safer interactions amongst other crews. In the New World names like Fire Fist Ace, and White Beard are pretty common. Having some information on them could mean life or death for my men as we cross the line into it."
Taking in his serious face I tilted my head to the side. The heavy hair behind me went with the motion as I contemplated somethings. I ran my left hand through my hair, it was parted to the left for that reason. Taking my eyes off of my captive I chose to stare at the wooden wall. I wasn't quite sure how this was all going to play out, but I was certain that I wasn't quite ready to enter the New World again anyways. I could use the time that the crew needs to even reach the entry point as time to get back into shape. Work on things like my haki, since I hadn't even used it once since I left the New World. I'd never found a need pirates here didn't really know about it. Opening my eyes, I looked down at the slightly annoyed face of my captain, and it made me feel a bit better.
"I quite like having you at my mercy Captain." His scowl returned as he started to raise his hands. "But, knowing the names alone could bring you some salvation in that dangerous place." The hands fell.
"For example, we happen to run into some known pirates looking at me would already scare them. It's not a hidden fact that once someone is considered a child White Beard those who try to attack one becomes a target for the whole crew. And that crew has like 16 divisions, and with commanders who are more than likely in the top 20 of the strongest pirates out there. Anyone stupid enough to throw around names like my brother's or Pops would be committing suicide. The White Beard territories are far and wide yes, but the sheer numbers of them are frightening. Keeping their names out of your mouth would be the best way to survive." I started to explain to him.
"Ace himself isn't a bad guy, unless you piss him off somehow. The flames that he carries I swear are hotter than the flames of hell when he's on a streak. Trying to control them takes a lot of concertation on the users end. So, let's try to avoid him when he's in a bad mood, though he'll probably pass out before attacking you. Oh, every single member of the White Beard crew has a rum addiction. I don't think a single one of those poor fools could put it down for their life. Actually, maybe for some good sake-Hey why you smiling?"
Sure, enough there was a sly smile on the bastard's face. He had shifted his hands behind his head and rested on them. He had a content look on his face and I frowned at him openly. I didn't like the look on him, and I was growing more frustrated. Here I was finally telling him something and he was smiling at me. It was so unnerving that I wanted to smack it right off his face. It wasn't like he had chained me to a slab of metal for any information I would give him prior to this. I hadn't even told him anything worth wild, so why in the blue seas was he just laying her acting like he won something grand?
"Phoenix-ya said that you were more like to be compliant when in charge." I could feel the vein in my forehead throbbing with my frustration. The fucker, attacked me knowing I wouldn't accept it. Then he had the balls to let me win, or not maybe, and smile like he had won. I ran a hand over my face as I took in some deep breathes. And that bastard Marco, oh he was going to get it next time I saw him. Time to get my abilities back in action on that shit head. He thought the day we cut his hair off, and drew all over his bald head was bad…he didn't even know what he had coming to him. Let's see how he likes when I get rebellious again.
"I can't stand any of you. You all suck big sea cucumbers." I growled out finally after some moments of silence. His body shook under mine as he laughed. I tried jumping up, not liking the feeling but his hands appeared on my hips. I squirmed as I tried to remove myself, not noticing that he was moving. I finally stopped when I felt his breath next to my ear.
"I wouldn't keep squirming like that if I were you. Might make me do something about it."
The husky voice made my face red, it was the darkest shade I could possibly go. I didn't like the way his body was pressed against mine. Or the hand that was now playing with my waist long hair. God, I wasn't putting my hands on his chest to pull him in, but I couldn't find it in me to push him away. My breathing was normal and my heart wasn't racing I knew it wasn't true, but if I believed it hard enough maybe it would be. His lips weren't ghosting from my ear down to my neck causing my skin to pucker into goose flesh as it reacted to him. I definitely wasn't enjoying this in any way possible even if I could feel some traces of pleasure through the anxiety that was nearly overwhelming me. His body flushed against mine, in all the right places, as I felt his large hands brand my being with the heat I could feel from them. No, I wasn't going to succumb to this I had better control than this. The fear was starting to trickle in as my mind flashed to what could possible be at the end of this heavy petting.
But when his lips made contact with my skin I couldn't help the hitch in my breath. Tightening my hold on the fabric of his sweatshirt, I brought him closer this time eagerly. My eyes closed and my body was stiff, but malleable for him as I tried to not hyper ventilate at the caress. The traitorous butterflies in my stomach were not helping me right now, I was afraid, nervous and at the same time excited. Neither was his hand that was snaking up my shirt, brushing his finger softly over my skin. The calloused hand made me shiver at the sensations being dragged up the side of my torso and moving my sweater out of the way for his touch. He was placing butterfly kisses on my neck now, making his way down to my shoulder. Gently moving my sweater from my body so he could shower the new bare skin with attention too. As I tilted my head to the right so he'd have better access to it, and I could feel the smirk on my skin. When his lips started their way back up, I couldn't help but arch my back to press my chest closer to his.
I had the need for his lips on mine now. Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled on his hair, making him lean back. I barely opened my eyes as I stared at him for a couple moments. The smirk was there, but his eyes were lidded like mine. Pulling him to me, I crashed his lips to mine. This was deadly and I knew it. Getting even this tiny bit involved with my captain was such a wrong move, but I couldn't bring myself to care at the moment. Our lips moved together and I felt his hands roaming my back, one dipping dangerous low into the top of my bottoms. You're tedding into dangerous waters Ana… I ignored the voice in the back of my head as I felt the pleasure finally override the other emotions I was feeling. I was on fire as his hands splayed out over my skin, shivering as I felt cold where his hands has left trails flames on my skin. They were traveling all over my body, as it hit the bed. Just when did we swap?
The sensations weren't enough at the moment, my body was calling out for more. Anxiety that was ever present seemed to be coming back bit by bit as I felt my mind wonder on myself. Clawing at his back, I could feel the fabric bunching up in my hands, trying to anchor myself to this moment and no other. Yanking on it hard, I didn't relent until he helped me remove it from his person. My hands roamed over the newly found skin, raking my fingers up his back to his broad shoulders. I could feel his own working their way from my waist to under my breast, thumbing the fabric of my bra. As his lips made their way down my neck nipping at random spot and sucking on others, I felt the fabric being ripped from my body. Hands were brought back to my body as I wrapped a leg around his slim waist and brought him down to me. The groan from deep in his throat made me want to do something else that I knew would make the same noise, but louder.
My right hand dipped down low on his waist, taking in his waist band as his ministrations came across my collar bone. Trailing a finger down further I felt him stop and his breath hitch. Growing bolder I lightly brushed against him and the grip under my chest tightened as he tensed up. Using the moment, I flipped us back around so I had him pinned under me, and it was a sight to see. The always calm doctor had red staining his cheeks as he regarded me with wide eyes. Placing my left hand on his chest I single handedly undid his jeans, keeping eye contact the whole time. Sliding my other hand down I relished in the contracting muscles under it. I was starting to tugging the offending piece of clothing off when we heard it.
There was a knock at the door.
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