Burning the Midnight Oil

by ZareEraz

Shanks x Fem!Buggy, One-Shot. On the outside, Buggy and Shanks have a one-sided, contentious work relationship, but something seems to be bubbling beneath the surface with each interaction. One night, Buggy stays after hours to finish up some work that was dumped on her desk, but as the hour approaches midnight, she gets a visitor, and some pleasurable surprises are in store.

A/N: ZareEraz here! I hope everyone is doing well! I was working on a Zoro x Luffy fic, but this story would not let me go until I finished it, so here we are XD I hope you enjoy this Buggy and Shanks fic, Happy Reading!

Burning the Midnight Oil

Buggy heard the familiar slightly squeaky wheel of a particular office chair and groaned in frustration as an annoyance came her way.

"I told you not to bother me!" she snapped, whipping her head around so fast her blue hair smacked her in the face, and she was forced to brush it away, ruining her desire to look stern. "I'm swamped right now!"

The red-headed nuisance she had the unfortunate pleasure of calling her colleague smiled at her charmingly. "I was just coming over to see if you needed any help!" Shanks replied cheerfully, scooting over from his desk two seats down. Alvida, who was usually a buffer between the old colleagues, was absent (probably seducing some guy into doing her work for her) so Buggy had no barrier to hold the man off.

"I don't need your help!" the bluenette huffed. "Get back to your own work." Several of the other women in the office sighed in jealously, wishing that the handsome man would offer to help them, but all of them were glaring at the bluenette for her treatment of their idol.

Buggy glared back at the smitten women, knowing that they were in the dark about several things regarding their idol, and then turned to give Shanks a once-over. Yes, he was handsome – vibrant, slicked-back red hair with that piece that always seemed to frame his face attractively, a strong jaw, deep eyes that some might call seductive when he turned on the charm, a smile that everyone else thought was charismatic, but Buggy thought it was patronizing, and a body made for expensively cut suits – suits that he badgered her into picking because his style outside of work consisted of clothes Buggy had dubbed "hobo chic." He was tall, handsome, and hopeless to her and only her, especially since no one else in this building knew how annoying and frustrating he was as much as she did. Buggy had known Shanks since they were children, and he was acting just as childish now (despite being nearly forty) as he had acted back then. She gave the man a glare that showed her disapproval.

They'd been working at the same company for six years now, and in all that time never once managed to get better results than him no matter what she did. She blamed it on the charm because she knew for a fact that she worked harder than him and she worked longer than him but was the prickliest one in the office. She knew what her other colleagues called her behind her back – arrogant, rude, bitchy, freakish, big nose – but that didn't matter as long as she got results, but she never got the results she wanted with that damn Shanks around! Her team was one of the best, but it wasn't the best, and that irked her, since Shanks and his team didn't seem to care about being the best but always were. She and Alvida, along with their underlings Moji and Cabaji, were always the second best with sales and customers, so it counted for something, but Buggy would've been satisfied with getting that top spot just once.

Shanks spoke and interrupted the woman's thoughts. "But I'm pretty much done until my team gets the new data for our project."

Those words infuriated Buggy because how could he be nearly done when she still had so much to do?!

"Then go bother someone else!" she hissed, putting her perfectly polished, red stiletto in between his legs. To the uninitiated, it might've been a seductive move, especially since Shanks could almost see up the woman's pinstriped skirt, but her shoe pressed against the seat of his chair and then she shoved it backward forcefully. Shanks took off rolling, scrabbling to keep his balance on the chair, and nearly ran into his teammate, Ben Beckmann, as he flew by.

"Good form, Buggy," the black-haired man commented, sipping his coffee as he nimbly stepped out of the way, unaffected by his team lead's predicament. Laughter could be heard from Yasopp's desk as Shanks zipped past him and then the redhead crashed into Lucky Roo as he unluckily came around the corner from the printing room. Papers flew everywhere and Buggy smirked.

"Now you have something of your own to clean up!" she sniggered. She felt the hostile glares of Shanks fan club but was unaffected by them at this point. Shanks wouldn't retaliate, and she knew that they wouldn't do anything to her unless he said something about it, and he wouldn't because he was wrapped around her finger.

"Alvida wanted me to give this to you," Ben said, walking over leisurely, and handing Buggy a stack of papers.

"Shit! I needed these two hours ago!" Buggy groaned, looking at the papers in her hand and the sizable stack on her desk. She had just enough work that she might've stayed only an hour or so after closing, but now she had at least two to three more hours on her plate. The bluenette sighed, "I was going to be out of here decently on time, but now I'll be staying late tonight."

She heard some malicious giggling from the fan club, happy that she was suffering. Then the stern voice of their department head, Rayleigh Silvers, could be heard down the hall and everyone scrambled back to their own tasks.

When the older man strode around the corner and saw Shanks, Lucky Roo, Shanks' chair, and the pile of scattered papers, he gave Buggy a knowing, disappointed look. He took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Buggy?"

"Yes, sir?" she replied, respectful towards her old mentor. Rayleigh had trained both her and Shanks when they both got out of college fourteen years ago and needed experience. He had then sent them out into the world to find their own paths, but somehow by accident or fate, all three of them had ended up together again. He was a fair boss's boss but was always looking out to nip trouble in the bud – and right now that was Buggy.

"I'm going to have to note this in your file," he said, knowing perfectly well that Shanks had ticked her off for whatever reason and that her reaction was unreasonable to whatever it was. He could never get those two to be civil during work hours and something was going to have to be done about it sooner or later.

"It's alright, Rayleigh!" Shanks called, finishing picking up the papers. "It was my fault for zooming around the office!"

"I highly doubt that," the old man replied. He gave the women a stern look and said, "Don't let it happen again."

Buggy was the face of compliance, knowing that Shanks had already taken credit for the mishap and not wanting to incriminate herself. The old man rolled his eyes, knowing better, and shook his head. She's going to get herself into bigger trouble someday, he thought.

Rayleigh left without another word and Buggy started flying through her tasks. Shanks, having helped clean up the mess he was dragged into, pushed his chair back to his desk – one desk away from Buggy's – the one wheel on his chair squeaking, and sat down again.

"Don't expect me to thank you," Buggy huffed, typing away

"I don't, but it would be nice for a lovely lady like you to do so," the man replied, smoothing his suit back into perfection. The look in his eyes shot straight through her, warm but slightly suggestive, and Buggy felt a shiver zip up her spine. She resisted the urge to blush in public, as Shanks loved it when she blushed and would tease her mercilessly to make her do just that. But that look on his face, it was hard to resist and she wanted him to look at her more. "Though, you should apologize to Roo," Shanks added, wonderfully distracting her before her thoughts wandered off to how else she could get him to look at her like that.

Buggy opened her desk drawer and tossed the large man the box of chocolates she'd been saving for herself as a treat. He caught it easily and gave the woman a bright smile. "You're forgiven!"

"Thanks, Roo!" she replied.

"Why does he get a thanks and I don't?" Shanks pouted.

"Because he's not annoying like you!" Buggy snapped. "Now leave me alone!"

"Lover's quarrel?" a sultry voice asked, the woman it belonged to slipping into her seat smoothly.

"Of course not!" Buggy huffed, hiding her surprise when Alvida hit the nail on the head. "And I needed this," she flapped the papers Ben had given her a few minutes previous in Alvida's face, "Two hours ago!"

The black-haired woman shrugged. "I just got it myself after running around looking for it. Blame the other departments for the delay."

Buggy gave her coworker a look but knew that despite her endless flirtations, Alvida was very efficient, even when delegating her own tasks. The bluenette did not doubt that someone else had dropped the ball and now she was the one who needed to pick it up.

"Oh, I will," the bluenette replied, slapping the papers down on her desk. She couldn't really be mad at her friend and just sighed.

The women were two peas in a pod – both stunningly attractive and totally ruthless. Alvida was to the men what Shanks was to the women and today, she was wearing a purple pencil skirt with a matching blazer, a pink and white ruffled blouse, perfectly polished, white, wedge heels, and immaculate nails and makeup. Buggy considered herself just as beautiful as her colleague, but more flashy – very similar measurements, a well-endowed chest, great legs, and gorgeous hair – and they even had a similar style today, just in different colors. Buggy was wearing red heels, a black pinstriped pencil skirt, a white ruffled blouse, a red blazer, hair styled into perfect blue waves, and tasteful makeup with a striking red lip. But there was one big difference between them that no one could ignore: Buggy's big, red nose. No matter what she wore or how she did her makeup, Buggy couldn't hide the abomination – it was her only flaw according to conventional beauty standards. The only upside was that to one person, it wasn't even a flaw but something adorable. The bluenette just couldn't win in that department with anyone else and her anger at it and her coworkers' mockery behind her back fueled her work better than any other kind of motivation. She would show everyone that she was the best and do it so flashily they couldn't look down on her!

Before she turned back to her work, Buggy added, "And keep him away from me, will you?" She pointed a perfectly stripe-painted nail in Shanks' direction. The man gave her a hurt look, but Alvida's eyes gleamed.

"Of course," she agreed easily even as Shanks went back to concentrating on his own work. He respected Alvida and they had a good relationship, but he had no desire to get involved with her schemes.

Buggy smirked as he minded his own damn business and turned back to hers.

The bluenette didn't have another encounter until she was in the reference room an hour later gathering materials. She was reaching for a file on a higher shelf when the door opened, and someone came in. Startled, she dropped the files she had on the floor, but thankfully the pages didn't fly everywhere. When she looked to glare at who had interrupted her, the woman's annoyance increased as Shanks gave her a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said.

"You'd better be," she grumbled, kneeling to pick up the files. He knelt too and started picking up the folders before straightening them and handing them to Buggy.

When he did, Shanks' hand came up to brush a strand of the bluenette's hair back into place and she suppressed a shiver caused by the gentle touch. Shanks had that damn smile on his face again and she tsked at him, pushing his hand away. For the briefest of moments, his fingers cupped her hand before he held his up in surrender.

"Did you need me to get that one for you?" he asked, pointing to the binder she'd been trying to grab before he'd startled her.

"That would be the gentlemanly thing to do," Buggy responded, trying to calm her racing heart. At some point during their interactions, it had decided to be rebellious and quickened its beat.

"I am nothing if not a gentleman," the man chuckled.

"You are not, and you know it!" Buggy grumbled, flirting instinctively in her prickly way. The man's eyes lit up and he gave her a smirk and when she realized what she was doing the woman blushed lightly in embarrassment. The man's smile grew as she looked away from him, but he didn't tease her anymore.

Shanks stepped towards the shelf and reached up, the movement pulling his suit jacket up and un-tucking part of his shirt, letting the woman see a small patch of exposed skin. Now she was really bushing and had to turn around to hide it from the man as he brought the binder down.

"Here you go– What are you doing?" he asked.

"N-Nothing! Hand it here." Buggy threw her arm back, her hand open to take the files.

Instead of doing what she wanted, Shanks leaned around and saw the woman's face as bright red as her nose. He smiled again at how cute she looked. "I think you're cute when you blush," he teased, loving how she deepened a shade and turned her head away even more.

"J-Just give it to me!" she stuttered, thrusting her hand into his face. "And go back to what you were doing!"

"Alright, alright," he conceded, placing the binder in her hands. Having gotten what she needed, Buggy scurried out of the reference room and into the safety of the occupied halls. Shanks chuckled to himself, enjoying the lingering warmth from her hand.

"I love it when she stutters," he murmured. "It's so cute." The man turned back to the shelves, looking for what he came in for, smiling as he thought about Buggy's red cheeks.

When Buggy got back to her desk, Alvida asked why her face of so red, and Buggy snapped at her to mind her own business. A few minutes later when Shanks walked back into the communal office space with reference materials similar to Buggy's, the black-haired woman snickered, figuring out that the man had definitely gotten under her teammate's skin and delighting in it. Those two were great fun to be around and the woman couldn't wait to roast the bluenette about what had happened. When asked, Buggy just sputtered and made Alvida laugh, not even upset that she hadn't gotten a real answer.

The rest of the day was spent with very little interruption until everyone else had left. Despite her flippant attitude, Alvida stayed a little longer to help with what she could before telling Buggy she had a date to go to. Shanks and his team offered to help her, but being prideful, Buggy had waved them all away. Shanks gave her a significant look as he told her that boys and he would go drinking and not to stay out too late. Buggy stuck her tongue out at him and told him to get lost.

Alone in the office, she was free to work at her leisure. Her perfectly polished shoes were kicked off under her desk, her pressed blazer was tossed over Alvida's chair, and her blue waves were pulled up into a quick ponytail before she went back to clacking on her keyboard. The hours went by and the bluenette only took a break to go get a can of coffee from the vending machine while she whittled down her stack of papers. By the time she was down to the last seven papers, it was nearing 10:30 pm, and Buggy rubbed her tired eyes, trying to stay awake. Her vision was bleary, and her head was heavy, but she was almost done.

"I could close my eyes for a few minutes…" she mused, slowly looking between the clock and her final papers. "Just a few minutes." She thought she had set an alarm to wake her in ten minutes but couldn't be sure if she'd slept through it or if she never set one, because over an hour later, she jolted awake in a panic.

Buggy's heart was pounding as it sped up into wakefulness, her eyes instantly darting to the clock. "SHIT!" she cursed, realizing how much time had passed. She still had those seven damn pages to input, and it was way past the time she should've been heading home! She didn't even have a ride since she usually took the train when Shanks went out drinking and they would stop running in the next fifteen minutes before she could even get to a station. The woman put her head in her hands and resisted the urge to tired-cry – she was better than that and wouldn't give in.

Buggy sighed despondently and went to get herself back to work when she noticed her papers were gone. In fact, she wasn't even sitting at her desk anymore, having somehow been moved in front of Alvida's desk in her chair.

"You know, I really like your hair messy like that. Reminds me of when we were kids," a familiar voice said. Buggy shrieked, scared shitless when Shanks addressed her. Both of their faces were shocked by the other's actions and a silence descended for a moment while Buggy's tired brain struggled to understand what she was seeing, and while Shanks's ears recovered from the assault.

"What are you doing at my desk?!" Buggy hissed, trying to calm her racing heart. Shanks was sitting at her desk, his own can of coffee next to the one she'd opened over an hour ago.

"I finished for you since you were sleeping," he teased, taking a sip of his coffee as he filed away the last page of work with all the others that Buggy had done. "Your mouth was hanging open like an idiot."

"What did you say!?" Buggy growled, "And what are you still doing here?!" she asked next, "I thought you would've gone home by now!"

"My car's still here and when I walked by the building I saw the light on," he explained. "I thought you would've been home by now instead of burning the midnight oil, but you were still here." Buggy's cheeks flushed red, mortified that she'd been caught as she had. Shanks thought again about how cute she looked like that, her hair a mess even in the ponytail, and the man had to suppress a smile so that she didn't get madder at him.

It had been so cute to find that she'd fallen asleep at her desk, head pillowed on her arms, her hair flowing over her keyboard. She wasn't the put-together woman she always was at work, and he'd found it charming that she didn't have her shoes or blazer on anymore. She'd even been snoring softly, and he'd had to stifle a chuckle. Then he'd noticed that there were still a few pages left on her desk and instead of waking her, decided just to do the work himself. The man had gently lifted the woman's torso and leaned her gently back in her chair before scooting her over one desk and pulling his own chair over to the bluenette's desk. She hadn't woken up, too tired to even stir. Then, getting settled, the redhead had finished up the last half an hour's worth of work and didn't get distracted until Buggy had shot up, finally awake.

"I was expecting to walk in and see you working, but there you were, snoring," he poked.

"I do not snore, you jackass!" she snapped.

"Yes, you do, especially when you sleep on your stomach," he replied, waggling his eyebrows and scooting his chair closer to hers leaning in. His voice dropped low as he added, "And I know that very well."

Buggy felt a shiver zip up her spine and her stomach started to burn hotly – it always did he when looked at her with those eyes.

Buggy's and Shanks' relationship had always been odd: rivals since they were children, always competing and fighting, but at the same time, so close with each other. They'd get along like friends one minute, fight like enemies the next, and then tease each other relentlessly like siblings all the other times. Shanks had always seemed to adore her, even when Buggy was at her most prickly, and the woman had to admit that even when she was furious with him, she wanted him around all the time. It was only after college and out of pure stubbornness that she'd gone off to prove to herself and everyone else that she could succeed on her own and that had led to a little less than a decade apart. But when they'd both been hired by the same company within a year of each other they'd quickly slipped back into their old relationship. And then it had devolved from there in Buggy's opinion, but if you asked Shanks, "evolved" would've been the word he used. Now, they were stuck with each other, and in their own ways, they loved it.

At this moment, in the middle of saying something lovey-dovey, the woman thought that he was going to kiss her like she wanted, but instead, he chose to tease her.

"So, I did your work for you, slacker."

A cross vein popped out on her forehead and the woman grabbed the redhead by the collar and yanked him into her face. "You are such an asshole for a boyfriend!" she hissed, furious that he'd made fun of her. "How can I even stand you?!"

"Aw come on, I'm a great boyfriend!" he argued cheerfully, placing his hands on her armrests.

"Not when you're practically broadcasting it for everyone to see during work hours! I thought we agreed to keep it a secret since we're in the same department, but no! You just have to push my buttons all the time!" Buggy's chest was heaving after her outburst as she glared into the eyes of her lover.

"It's just a little fun," he answered.

"It is not 'fun' when you make things difficult for me!"

"Well, I just made things easier, now can we have some fun?"

"How can you ask for that now at the office?!" she gasped, her stomach growing hotter despite her protest.

"Well, you're already partially undressed," Shanks murmured, leaning toward her and kissing her red nose. His eyes flicked down to her tousled blouse and lack of shoes and blazer. "I'm sure it wouldn't take much to get the rest of your clothes off."

He pulled her chair as close as their knees would let them and his hands were on her thighs now, pushing up her skirt, skimming across her nylons temptingly.

"You are so incorrigible!" Buggy hissed, but she knew she was losing against him. At the very least, she could have the first move.

The woman yanked her boyfriend forward, pulling him into a searing kiss that left nothing for him to figure out about how she was feeling. His mouth was hot against hers, eager, wanting her, the sharp taste of alcohol and coffee lingering just a bit. They kissed for several minutes, and Buggy lost her initiative eventually and found herself straddling Shanks' lap, his hands on her ass, their chests pressed together.

"Not all the way," she panted when they finally parted. As much as she wanted him out of his suit coat and dress shirt, she knew that some rules needed to be put into place or else they really would go all the way at the office. "We have to go home for that."

"Aw, Buggs!" he pouted, turning up his charm. "But just think of how much fun it would be for us to do it on your desk and then you have to think about it every time you work!"

Buggy pinched the man's ear and yanked it hard while he protested. "No way! I'm not putting myself through that and before you even suggest it, we're not doing it at your desk either!" Shanks frowned at her, beaten to the punch. "I can't have you getting distracted and then distracting me at work! I have a hard enough time trying to get that top spot without you making it harder!"

"It's always work with you," he murmured, pulling her even closer. "But you being so dedicated is one of the things I love about you." The man's voice then dropped into what Buggy called his "sexy tone," which never failed to get her blood racing. "Especially when you're dedicated to me."

His hand drifted below her ass and slipped up the backs of her thighs, his fingers digging into the muscle a little. Buggy gasped, her arms tightening around his neck and he kissed her cheek. And then he pinched the nylon of her stockings and as she was hissing out a "No!" he ripped the back of her stockings open. The fire burning in her eyes stoked the fire in his, even as she chastised him.

"You owe me a new pair!" Buggy ordered, feeling exposed as her lover ripped the hole even more.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll buy you two," he answered, kissing her neck in apology.

"And a new purse!"

"Why would I get you a new purse?"

"Because I deserve it."

"Do you really?"

There was a pregnant pause, both of them waiting for the answer.

"…Yes."

"That took a bit!" the man noted, watching Buggy's ears blush with her cheeks. "I don't think you need another purse."

"Of course, I do! Especially if it's flashy!" Buggy argued. She poked her perfectly painted nail into his cheek a few times. "And I know how much you love spoiling me," she continued.

He smiled sheepishly. "Guilty!" But I'll have to think about the purse." The bluenette was about to argue again, but she yelped instead when one of her ass cheeks was squeezed harshly. Buggy then moaned softly as Shanks' other hand pressed in between her legs, rubbing against her panties, thoroughly distracting her. She was already wet, and Shanks smiled, resting his head against her clothed breasts as she moved her hips against his fingers, her panties becoming damp with her desire. He felt his erection growing in response to feeling how much she wanted him and knew that it was not going to take much to get him fully hard.

"You seem pretty eager for me, are you sure you don't want it?" he asked, his teeth playing with one of her buttons. Buggy's entire body shuddered as he pulled her panties to one side and rubbed the wetness directly. The moan that slipped from the bluenette's lips had him shuddering too, his desire for her growing. "Are you sure you don't want it now?" he asked, pushing the tip of a finger inside her, teasing.

"N-not h-h-he-re!" Buggy gasped, finding it harder and harder to say no. Shanks always made her feel good and his teasing right now was driving her crazy. She wanted him inside her, to relieve the heat there, but since she was determined not to have sex at work, his fingers would have to do. She shouldn't have, but the bluenette pushed down on his finger, moaning as it slipped inside her. She clung to Shanks, pressing his face into her ruffled chest.

"You're being very naughty right now," Shanks murmured against her shirt. He squeezed her ass cheek and pushed his finger in further.

"Don't say that!" she groaned, pushing him deeper.

"But it's true and I love it," he sighed, slipping his finger all the way inside her. The bluenette moaned and pushed herself on it, moving her hips up and down. "Yes…just like that," Shanks praised, slipping another finger inside. Buggy tensed up for a moment before accepting the two fingers easily.

The woman's hands were then pushing the man's head away from her chest and he was about to protest when her fingers went to the buttons on her blouse, undoing them quickly and unhooking the front clasp of her bra. Buggy's breasts popped out, and she pulled the fabric away to expose her nipples and Shanks took advantage of that and pulled one into his mouth. He licked at the sensitive spot, using his teeth carefully when he felt she needed the change, and switched between licking and sucking until that nipple was well-loved before moving to the other.

During this time, Shanks added a third finger and Buggy was riding them quite quickly, her mouth open and moaning. The man savored the moans, loving how her insides clenched around his fingers and how her fingers tugged at his hair. He looked at her face, watching as her eyes fluttered closed and then half-opened again, her lipstick smeared from their kisses, her ponytail starting to come loose, and loved the sight. She was getting close, and he squeezed her ass cheek harder, pulling it even more open before letting it go. Buggy bounced on his fingers, her hips working quickly until her knee slipped off the chair. The woman cried out and clung to her lover as her full weight fell on the man's fingers until her foot found purchase on the floor. When Shanks could move again, his hand pushed into her quickly, the other slipping between their bodies and rubbing her aching clit. Buggy let out a high-pitched noise and her hips seemed to try to get closer and pull away at the same time. Shanks, however, had her trapped between his arms and used the arm across her back to push her into his chest.

"Shanks…!" she moaned, clinging to him, burying her face in his hair. She felt her orgasm coming, her body burning up inside. She felt her insides trying to hold onto her lover's fingers, but she was so wet that he slipped out and then back in easily.

"Are you going to cum?" the man asked from in between her breasts, kissing them when they bounced against his lips.

The bluenette struggled to find words for the moment but choked out a "Yes…!" She shuddered in his arms. She looked amazing, completely undone as her work clothes were pushed up or opened, and Shanks loved it.

"My beautiful Buggy," he sighed, "Cum for me, love." He pushed his fingers up inside her as far as they would go, his lips capturing her as she let go, moaning into his mouth. Her body went stiff except for her quivering insides that tried to suck him in. Buggy let out a long moan as she came, and Shanks felt her wetness gush out of her and down his hand. "You feel good?" he asked, knowing that she wasn't going to answer and happy that she couldn't.

A few tension-filled moments passed where the woman was consumed by her orgasm, Shanks holding onto her, so she didn't slip off the chair again. Eventually, Buggy began to relax, her hips moved languidly against her lover's fingers, enjoying the feeling. She sagged against Shanks' body, her hold on him still there but soft. Seeing her like that, so satisfied, made the man's cock throb, wanting the same satisfaction.

"I don't think we're making it home tonight," Shanks whispered, kissing his lover's neck tenderly as she recovered, one hand massaging a breast. The other came up to his mouth and he licked her wet pleasure off his fingers, enjoying the taste. Buggy pushed herself up a little, placing her hands on her boyfriend's chest and he leaned in to kiss just above her nipple, sucking at her skin until he'd left a mark on her chest. "You're too lovely right now to wait."

"Noooo…" she moaned softly, blearily opening her eyes. She knew that even if he wasn't expecting sex in the office now, he was definitely thinking about a hotel instead. "I'll…need new…clothes…"

Shanks groaned, understanding what she was saying: Buggy didn't want to come to work in the same clothes – especially if he did the same –to keep their relationship a secret longer. He'd hoped that she would forget about that and let him have her, but it looked like he was out of luck.

"Then you'll need to get up right now and get in the car," he suggested, giving her bottom a soft smack. Buggy's head shot up from his shoulder where it had fallen again, and she glared at him.

"We're not going anywhere with you like that!" she countered, pointing at his obvious erection.

Happy at her comment and without missing a beat, he replied, "Then, I need some help, love bug. With that mouth of yours."

Buggy blushed, whether from her shyness that never quite seemed to completely fade or from indignance from being ordered around and being called one of her less-liked nicknames, either was sexy to the man. She was a woman of many contradictions; he loved trying to figure out if she was going to be his shy, blushing lover or his domineering and demanding lover. Her response this time pointed towards the latter.

"Are you going to be able to get it up when we get home?" she asked, bluntly, concerned that she wouldn't get to have any of his cock if she gave him a blow job now.

"Is there a big, red nose on your face?" he asked, going for the obvious. Several months ago, when they'd started dating, the bluenette would've been furious with him and given him the silent treatment for mentioning her nose at all, but now, all she did was glare at him hotly.

"Leave my nose out of this!" she growled, getting off his lap and smacking his hand away from her exposed chest where he and been trying to pinch her nipples. Shanks made a whining sound as Buggy stepped away but then groaned as her fingers deftly unbuttoned his suit pants and pulled his erection out. She stroked him until he was fully hard in her hand, looking at how her lover's face showed the tension of his arousal.

"You better make it good when we get home," she whispered, kissing the tip of his penis, a drop of precum catching on her lip. Shanks shuddered as she watched her lick it off her lip and then he moaned as she took the tip and then about half of his cock into her hot mouth.

Buggy swallowed around his cock and let her tongue lick around his skin. He was hot and heavy on her tongue, and she felt a twinge of pleasure in her core, interest but not true desire yet. Shanks' hands were on the back of her head, pushing her forward steadily, forcing her to swallow more and more of his erection until her lips were up against his pubic curls, his cock slipping into her throat. She breathed through her nose, forcing her throat to relax, to take him, and she waited for a few moments, adjusting. His hands stroked her hair, releasing it from her messy ponytail and playing with the curls. Shanks was saying something, but his words were too soft to hear. Buggy could imagine though – telling her she felt so good, that he loved her mouth on him, that she was beautiful – sentiments and sweet nothings just for her ears.

She didn't have to do all that much to please him this time around; he was already very hard for her and his hips pressed back and forth on the chair, gently fucking her mouth while she bobbed her head as much as his tense arms would like her. His fingers stayed in her hair, helping her achieve the pace that he wanted and occasionally she pushed back against his hands to breathe. When she took his cock out of her mouth, he would rest it against her cheek, still wanting it close to her. It was hot against her skin and Buggy tormented it by turning her head to pant on it while she caught her breath. Each time she did this, Shanks' thighs and stomach would tense up as he tried to control himself and when he looked down at her, the woman knew she was wearing a smirk on her lips.

"Such a tease," the man said, running his fingers through a strand of her hair.

"You know you love it," the woman answered, kissing the tip of his cock.

"Oh god, I do," he agreed, his stomach flexing at the touch.

Buggy took his cock back in her mouth once again and bobbed her head quickly, wanting him to cum, wanting to see his face when he did. One of Shanks' hands was tangled in her hair again, pulling and pushing with her rhythm, and the other hand had pulled hers away from his thigh where it had been resting. The woman felt her core warm again as her lover threaded his fingers in hers and squeezed tight, as if anchoring himself to her. When that happened, she knew that he was getting close, his cock twitching in her mouth a little more. She wanted him to cum and she knew the drive home would be torture for her if he got her riled up any more by not cumming quickly.

The bluenette picked up her pace and her free hand gripped the base of her lover's erection, squeezing what she couldn't pull into her mouth. Shanks groaned above her, his grip on her head and hand tightening, and his hips started to buck without any grace, merely chasing his release. Buggy licked him as much as she could, letting him in deep and then he was shuddering above her, groaning as he came, shooting his cum into her mouth. The woman sucked on him eagerly as she watched him come undone – his face was red and blushing, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his torso tense, his chest heaving. She loved the sight of it and watched as he kept pumping into her for a few more strokes before he relaxed enough for her to pull his cock out of her mouth and kiss and lick it lovingly. He tasted salty on her tongue and a little bit of his cum slipped past her lips as she swallowed what lingered.

"That was pretty quick," Buggy teased, wiping her mouth.

Shanks cracked an eye open, watching her hand on her lips. "Hey, you forgot that I had to watch you cum, which got me all riled up. I've been hard the whole time," he argued back weakly, still feeling a little floaty from his release. She had felt so good on his cock, perfectly warm and wet; only her insides would feel better than that.

Buggy felt her body clench, understanding the feeling – she wanted him badly. Trying to hide her desire, she ordered, "Get dressed and let's go!"

"You've got to give me a minute, Buggs…I'm a little lightheaded," he admitted, resting into his chair. "I'll watch you."

And he did just that – the redhead watched her stand and button up her bra and blouse, trying to smooth some order into her shirt and failing. Without warning, and in a move that didn't seem lightheaded at all, his hand shot out and rubbed her still-exposed sex and pulled an almost pained groan out of her.

"So, you're riled up now too," he chuckled, loving how she squirmed away.

The woman backed out of his reach and yanked her skirt down with one hand, blushing and mortified. "D-Don't t-touch me r-right now!" Shit, I don't want to cum if he does that again! she thought, knowing that the slightest touch could set her off if she wasn't careful. "And you don't seem very lightheaded, you liar!"

"Alright, alright," he replied, holding his hands up in surrender for the second time that day. "I won't touch you until we're home."

Buggy nodded in agreement but kept a wary eye on her boyfriend's hands as they both got dressed, not knowing if they'd strike or not. Shanks, while an honorable man, was very indulgent when it came to touching Buggy, especially after he'd promised not to touch her. Normally, she didn't mind and would just play-argue with him when he pinched her ass or groped her breasts, but every once in a while, his casual touches could make her cum unexpectedly. She was in that state right now and didn't want to succumb so easily to him, so the woman kept her distance and put herself and her desk back together before following Shanks out the door to the parking garage.

Buggy's heels made a satisfying click with each step on the hard floors, and the man's footsteps, while less crisp, sounded commanding. His arm was around her waist possessively, and though she liked the contact, Buggy had her eye out for any lingering coworkers coming back for their cars after drinking the evening away. Thankfully, the garage was mostly empty already and she didn't have any freakouts.

When they got to Shanks' car, Buggy stated, "I'm going to drive," shoving her boyfriend toward the passenger seat while heading to the driver's side.

"Why? I can drive," Shanks countered, following her.

"No, you can't, you've been drinking idiot," she argued back, pushing his shoulder back.

"I only had three drinks! And it's been at least an hour!" he whined, trying to move while she stiff-armed his forehead.

"No! And besides, you never let me drive so I'm driving!"

"You're so stubborn," Shanks chuckled, giving up and walking back around the car. They both opened their doors and slid into the car. "But that's one of the things I love about you."

Buggy gave him a flirtatious smile. "Keep telling me things you love about me, and it'll get you anything you want. Especially if you call me flashy."

Shanks smiled back at her, that same damn charming smile that teased her at work. "You're the flashiest woman there ever was!" he replied.

"Now that's a compliment!" she said with pride, looking very smug. Buggy then pressed her perfectly polished stiletto on the gas and peeled out of the garage. Shanks whooped in delight and laughed as she sped home, only having to have his hand pushed away once when he tried to slip his hand under her skirt while she was driving. For that, Buggy stiff-armed his face until he begged her to let him go and was unbothered for the rest of the drive.

Once they reached their apartment, the man kept trying to pinch the bluenette's ass as he walked behind her and she ended up having the place her purse over her backside to dissuade him as they walked into the building and to the elevator. It didn't dissuade him much and once they were in the elevator, his behavior got worse. His arms were wrapped around her in a flash, and she was pushing him away from her like an annoyed cat again.

"Not. In. Public!" she demanded.

"This is the elevator, not public," he countered, managing to get a quick kiss in before her hand was on his face.

"Yes, it is! Anyone could come in!" she argued back, managing to turn around so that her back was pressed against his chest. But that just opened up her chest for touching and the woman tried in vain to her his paws off of her breasts. When the elevator dinged open, she shot out, getting out of what Buggy dubbed her boyfriend's "octopus arms" and dashed for their apartment. She unlocked the door as fast as possible and zipped inside.

"Now this is not public!" she declared in the entryway, and Shanks took that as an invitation.

The man swept into their apartment and kicked the door shut while pulling his girlfriend into his arms. His lips were on hers like they were never going to leave again, and he kissed her breathlessly until she was pushing against his chest to get a break. When he let her go, the man panted and watched her chest heave for air as well, loving the blush on her face.

"Now, we're alone," he said, his voice thick with desire. He watched his girlfriend shudder in his arms, the heat in her eyes clear for him.

They were undressing before they even got anywhere near the bed and the coach ended up being their eventual destination. Both of their coats were off in a second, Buggy's skirt dropping to the floor and then her nylons were torn even more as she was hoisted up about Shanks' hips, his hands on her ass. For several minutes they stood like that, kissing, both too absorbed to do anything else until the bluenette ripped off her blouse and tossed it away, her hand then unclasping her bra and freeing her breasts. Shanks then started moving, wanting his hands unoccupied to touch them, and went into the living room. He sat on the couch with her still straddling him as they kissed feverishly, trying to devour each other. His hands finally got to her breasts, and he squeezed them and pinched her nipples until she was squirming against him and moaning into his mouth.

Buggy groaned, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as he pinched and lightly pulled on her nipples. He caught her breasts up and nestled them together, burying his face in the softness and she pressed toward him. "Shanks…"

"You feel good?" he asked, looking up at the woman from her breasts, kissing the bone between them. Her eyes fluttered closed and her only response was to tug at his shirt, her signal that she wanted it off. "I got it, I got it," he acknowledged. "Open your eyes, love."

Buggy did, the piercing blue of them half-hooded with desire. It was enough and the man did something he knew she loved: he pulled slowly on the knot of his tie, loosening the constrictive piece of clothing, finally losing the first bit of his public persona. Buggy's eyes were glued to his neck, watching as he pulled on the fabric, her tongue idly flicking out and licking her bottom lip before she bit it lightly. He gave her a cheeky smile, tipping his head and letting some of his red hair fall across his face. His tongue slowly licked across his top lip, distracting the woman's eyes for a moment as she tracked the movement and then were back on his neck as the tie slipped through its knot and came undone. The man flicked the fabric and loosely hung it around her neck, watching her closely.

Buggy swallowed loudly and Shanks felt her lips wiggle on his lap. "Do you know how sexy you make that look?" she asked, clearly affected.

"Yes," he smirked, pleased with himself. Buggy rolled her eyes but then froze as she felt the fabric of his tie slip across the back of her neck and he kept pulling it, teasing her with the sensation. Shanks pulled off his shirt and tossed it away, revealing his firm abs and broad chest. Buggy's hands were instantly on it, caressing him and squeezing the muscles she loved so much. The redhead let her have her fun for a little bit, and then, quick as lightning, the redhead caught both of her wrists and wrapped the tie around it, knotting it before she could protest. Once the knot was tight, she protested.

"Hey! Take it off!" she growled, pulling at her bonds. It wasn't too tight – just tight enough – but she hated it when he got the drop on her and wanted it off.

"You don't need them right now," he answered, putting his finger in between her wrists and pulling them up by the tie. He dragged her arms upward and behind his neck, ducking under her arms until she was embracing him. "See?"

Buggy didn't have a complaint about her arms around his neck, but she still had a complaint about being tied up. "You didn't have to do that," she huffed, pulling his head forward until his face was back in her breasts.

"But it's so much fun!" he teased, kissing and licking at her skin.

"Not for me!"

The man waggled his eyebrows at her. "Let's see if you're having fun…" he said in a casually threatening way. Buggy panicked and tried to squirm off his lap, but it was too late. One of Shanks' arms was locked against her waist, holding her in place and making her arch as his other hand dipped between her legs. She felt his fingers inside her, slipping in so easily, and she groaned as he stroked her. "Looks like you're having fun, Buggs."

"Shut…up…!" she gasped as another two fingers joined the first.

Without thinking, she simultaneously arched more, pressing down on his fingers with her hips and into his chest with hers, a needy noise escaping as she tried to get more from him. Shanks smiled as she finally started to succumb. He teased her sex for several minutes, enjoying the sight of her breasts pressed against him and seeing her head flop onto his shoulder only to be thrown back when he found a sensitive spot. He was fully hard now as he watched her, his cock straining in his pants, and he knew that the teasing was done.

"Let's have some more fun, love bug," he whispered in her ear, nipping on her earlobe as he withdrew his fingers. The bluenette whined at the loss and pushed herself up from leaning on his body. Shanks let go of her waist, but she wasn't trying to get away at this point and just watched as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

Without prompting, the woman kneeled up and shifted forward, positioning herself to take him while he held his erection for her. She was so wet that some of her fluid was dripping down her thighs, and the tip of his cock slipped in easily as she started to sit down on it. Shanks felt her bound arms tense up around his neck, holding him in place as she pushed his member inside of her body inch by inch. She did it quickly and the man had to tense up his body and control himself to not cum right away. When she fully sat down on his lap, his cock deep inside her, his hand flew to the back of her head and pulled her forward as he leaned in as well. Shanks kissed his lover, swallowing her moans as he started to move inside her, his other hand on her hip, urging her to move with him.

He loved the feel of her soft breasts against his skin, her hot mouth on his, and the press of her body as she moved up and down on his cock. He slid in and out so easily, her desires evident and being satisfied if her moans were anything to go by.

"Ah…Buggs…you feel so good…!" he panted, thrusting his hips up into her as she came down on him again.

"Ah! Oh god! Shanks!" she gasped, completely lost to their lovemaking. Her fingernails dug into his back and scratched as she felt him go deep inside her again, spreading her perfectly and filling her up the way she wanted him to. Shanks had gotten very good at pleasing her, and the woman felt delicious tingles of pleasure racing across her hot skin, only the heat of his lips on her neck and the heat of his cock inside her being hotter. The lingering arousal from their tryst in the office and then the drive home was making her cum very quickly, the tension in her body boiling over sooner than she wanted. Thankfully, it seemed to be the same for Shanks as he was whispering in her ear far sooner than normal, telling her to cum.

"Oh, Buggy…cum for me love…I want you to cum for me…please Buggs…cum for me…" he kissed her nose the next time she sat down on his cock and the feeling of being filled along with his affection made her body spasm.

"Oh god…!" she gasped, crushing him against her, their chests melding together. It wasn't quite an orgasm, but the clenching of her insides gave away just how close she was. Shanks loved the feel of it and was grateful because he'd been getting close as well and hadn't wanted to leave her unsatisfied.

"You're close…huh?" the man asked, both hands going to her hips, holding her in place. "Cum for me, love." Instead of Buggy moving her entire body, Shanks began thrusting up into her quickly, wanting to fulfill her release and all the bluenette could do was cling to him as her body was assaulted in the most wonderful way possible.

His thrusts were fast and short, most of his erection staying inside her, never letting her rest, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She couldn't hold back anymore and let go, her orgasm ripping through her and her entire body clenched up, holding her perfectly still in the thrall of her release for a seemingly endless moment. Then she heard herself moaning with abandon as the tension snapped, her body now writhing and spasming around him, held safely in the arms now around her back. Her lover's cock drove into her again, prolonging her release as he sought his own, and all the woman could do was keep herself upright.

"Ah…god! You're so wet and tight!" he gasped, loving how it felt like her body didn't want to let his cock go, pulling and squeezing as he pulled out and then fluttering as he pushed back in. Buggy didn't answer, but the touch of her warm lips on his neck was enough of an answer.

Shanks held onto his lover as he came to his own release, pushing deep inside her and releasing himself in a few powerful spurts. Buggy moaned her approval, and her arms tightened slightly around his neck. She – whether involuntarily or not – gave his cock a few more enjoyable squeezes as he emptied himself inside her with a long groan. Their heat and wetness felt so good in the afterglow, both of them slumping as their bodies rested. Buggy was heavy against the man's torso, like a weighted and heated blanket, her softness all around him. She twitched around him a few times, getting in a last few squeezes as her hips moved languidly back and forth, chasing the fading tingles of pleasure. Shanks pushed against her gently when she moved, wanting to savor the feeling before his erection subsided.

The man watched his girlfriend shift her hips against him, loving the way her curves moved, loving the way her messy hair cascaded across her skin when she moved her head – she was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen, and he could never get enough of her. Buggy pushed herself up, showing him her breasts, her still-tight nipples, and a love bite he'd forgotten he'd left on her before settling back down against his chest. He kissed her curls, one hand brushing through the blue waves, and the other caressing her back and down to her ass, squeezing it lovingly, helping it move some more. Buggy made some favorable noises, and the man continued his gentle ministrations as he watched her ass move. They fell into their normal after-sex resting period, but then the man noticed something odd a few minutes into this routine: he was still hard.

Oh damn…that does not usually happen, he thought his brain quickly shifting from hazy enjoyment to the sharp demand of arousal. It usually took no more than a few minutes for his erection to soften but clearly, that was not what was happening this time It was strange, but not unwelcome, to still be hard after cumming, since it had just provided the man with a very enticing and unexpected opportunity. The only reason he could think of why he would still be hard was the sight of his sated Buggy still pleasing herself on his cock as she recovered. The combination of her moving, her noises, her lovely hair, it all kept him aroused. Just thinking about her again had his cock twitching inside of her, growing very hard once again.

Buggy felt the change too as his arms tightened around her back again, realizing that he hadn't pulled out of her yet and that instead of softening, he was getting harder. The bluenette lifted her head to look at her lover, finding instead of the bleary look of satisfaction in his eyes, the burning desire of a man unsatisfied.

"Why…are you…still hard?!" Buggy tried to exclaim, but her brain was still too fuzzy to give it her usual energy.

"Happy coincidence," the man shrugged, his arms like iron around her. He was not going to let her go anywhere. "I'm just so aroused at the sight of you that my body wants to keep going. You're just so sexy and it's not enough for me."

The woman was so startled that some of her energy came back. "I haven't even recovered yet!" Shanks was a demanding lover under normal circumstances – wanting at least two rounds whenever they made love, sometimes more, but she'd been allowed to recover and get back into the mood each time. This was too much! His cock felt enormous inside of her, hard and insistent, and when she struggled to get out of the man's arms, it only got bigger!

"Aw, come on," Shanks teased, "Don't try to get away! I'll give you everything you need." His eagerness, the situation, his erection still inside her – it was too much, and Buggy felt so hot and flustered as she struggled to give herself a reprieve.

"What I need right now is a break!" the woman argued, trying to push herself back and up off the insistent cock she was sitting on. It didn't work and Shanks just hugged her tighter before she could, pinning her folded arms to his bare chest.

Hugging her tighter changed the angle of his erection and it hit a very sensitive spot inside of the woman. Buggy stiffened and moaned loudly, unable to control the sensation or her mouth and then she blushed furiously when she realized what she had done. Shanks stared at her, startled by the fact that her body had given up so easily and how cute she looked when she was shocked. They were both blushing now but when the bluenette looked up, Shanks' blush was not like her embarrassed blush at all. He looked extremely pleased with how things were going, his charming smile back on his face but with a sharp edge to it – like a cat that's caught a little mouse, and Buggy was the mouse!

"Sounds like you don't need a break," he started, his hands slipping down her back and cupping her ass and squeezing. "Sounds like you need some more loving." Buggy was going to protest but her body agreed and flushed hot, shivering with desire in his arms. Shanks, seeing this reaction, growled lowly and captured his lover's lips in a searing kiss before finishing with, "Let's take this to our bedroom."

Buggy squealed as he stood up, his hands under her ass, supporting and pulling her cheeks apart as he started to walk to their bedroom. She flung her arms around his neck now that they'd been freed and hung on as if her life depended on it. "Ah! Aren't you going to take it out!?" she shrieked as one step pushed his cock deep into her again. Her sensitivity was getting out of hand, her body not having yet recovered from her orgasm. She felt out of control, her body making all the decisions for her when all she wanted to do was calm herself down.

"I don't want to," Shanks purred, loving the feel of his little love clinging to him and how she naturally bobbed up and down on his dick with each step. One, two, three around their coffee table. Four, five, six, seven to the edge of the living room. Eight, nine into the hallway toward the bedroom. Ten, elev–

"Ah! Sh-Shanks! Stop!" the bluenette begged, and then she was crushing him in a painful embrace, her insides clenching viciously. She stopped breathing and that's what alarmed Shanks enough to stop. He tried his best to ignore the unexpected vice around his cock and just let her hold him, her body so incredibly tense it was worrying. He was about to ask what was wrong when her insides pulsed and it felt like she was even wetter than before. She still wasn't breathing and the man was about to rush back to put her down and slap her back or something when the woman finally gasped, sucking in huge lungfuls of air. "Shit…" she breathed, her mouth hanging open and her eyes bleary as they blinked slowly.

The pieces put themselves together in the man's mind, and he incredulously asked, "Did you just cum?"

The bluenette blushed furiously with some shame that she couldn't control herself. "That's why…I was telling you…to stop…" she admitted, starting to slump in his arms after her third orgasm of the night.

Shanks shivered, thinking about how he'd just made her cum so easily and wanting to do it again. He kissed her reddened cheek, cajoling her with a "That was a lovely sight. Don't be embarrassed, Buggs. I love it when you feel good." He then kissed her red nose and promised, "I'll just have to get another one out of you when we get to our bed." Despite now having gone boneless against his lover again, the bluenette shuddered and tightened her legs around his waist in anticipation of his promise.

Deciding that now would be a good time for a reprieve, the man's lifted the woman off his still-hard erection, and let it slip up between her ass cheeks instead. This pulled a disappointing-sounding groan from her lips and the man smirked with pride. Shanks carried his lover into their bedroom and gently laid her down. She was still boneless as her weight was rested on the bed, and her knees flopped open, letting him see everything. He loved Buggy when she was stubborn and unreasonable, but seeing her completely pliant was a special treat, and tonight he was being rewarded. And the ripped-up nylons were definitely a bonus, clinging to her skin where they were still intact; a casualty of their passion.

For several moments his eyes hungrily ran over her body, taking in every inch of her, his cock throbbing with desire for her. She'd said she needed a break, but he selfishly didn't want her to have one and couldn't resist touching her, gently pulling off what was left of her nylons until she was completely naked to him. The redhead then took off his pants and underwear, stepping out of them and leaving his clothing on the floor before lying down next to her. He propped himself up on his side and watched her chest move with each breath, his eyes still moving up and down her body. Buggy's eyes were closed, but at the sound of his voice, they cracked open the slightest bit latching onto the hand exploring her body.

"I wonder how long it's going to take for me to get you riled up again…" he mused, letting his hand drift across her knee and up her thigh with the lightest touch. "Ten minutes? Five? Or even sooner than that?" now his palm was on her hip and gently moving up her torso to her chest. Buggy's body almost unconsciously reached for each touch, but he never lingered long enough in one spot to give her what she wanted, and she'd shift again and again as his hand moved.

"I hope it's sooner because I really want you," he continued, his fingers rubbing little circles around one hardening nipple and then walking them over to the other breast to do the same. Buggy made a small noise in her throat and Shanks smiled. "That's it. You're getting excited again, aren't you?"

"Shut…up…" Buggy grumbled, glaring at her annoying lover. "You are so demanding."

"Not half as demanding as you," he countered, leaning over to pull her nipple into his mouth. He suckled on her breast, teasing her with his tongue and lips until she was pressing against him insistently.

Buggy's hand reached for his cock, taking it and pressing her thumb into the head and smearing the precum leaking out of it. Shanks groaned against her and sucked even harder, his hand dipping in between her legs to rub at her sex as she stroked him. She was still so wet, both from her renewed arousal and their previous lovemaking and Shanks shuddered at the touch. The bluenette's hips bucked as he rubbed between her lips, his thumb pressing and teasing her clit. She was so sensitive that her entire body started to writhe, and the man let go of her breast to watch her dance on the sheets, not even caring that she wasn't stroking his cock anymore. Her stomach flexed and undulated, her breasts bounced enticingly, and her hips alternated between bucking toward and shying away from his hand until she was pushing at his hand, forcing it away.

"Stop, stop, stop!" she gasped, holding her boyfriend's wrist in both hands so that he couldn't break her grip. She had almost cum again, and didn't want to do it that way! Damn that jerk! He knows it too! she thought.

"Aw, but you looked so beautiful dancing for me!" the man teased, leaning down to kiss her nose, her arms not long enough to stop him even though he was still caught. He did know that she'd almost cum again and loved it.

"Pervert!" she snapped back, blushing again. He says the most embarrassing things! she thought, knowing perfectly well that he did it to get a reaction out of her every time.

Shanks gave her a lopsided grin. "You know you love me!"

"Yeah, yeah, shut up," the bluenette replied, wanting the conversation to end. Her body felt like it was on fire, desperately wanting him again and his mouth was getting in the way now. But now he was sitting up and looking at her like a kicked puppy. She let go of his wrist and raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"Don't you love me?" he asked, his eyes huge. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or just playing, but he kinda looked cute when he was crestfallen. Buggy had to stifle a chuckle to not hurt his feelings more if he was serious and instead opened her arms to him with a loving smile.

"Of course, I love you," she said sincerely, and then her prickliness came back full force. "Now stop fishing for sweet nothings; you know that's not how I work."

The man's face instantly lit up and he dove into her arms, nuzzling her neck like a besotted dog, his arms wrapped around her torso.

"I swear, you're such a child sometimes," she sighed, hugging him tightly. The fire in her body hadn't subsided at all, and she didn't know how he was able to play games like this as hard as his cock was. She wanted more, more than just to hold him like this.

"You're one to talk," he quipped. "You're childish all the time.

The cross vein popped up on the woman's forehead again. "Shut up."

"I'm just telling the truth."

"Shut up and get that dick inside me now! I'm going crazy!" she ordered, pushing him off her chest.

Shanks gave his love a smug smile. "See? More demanding than me."

"If you've got a problem with it, then you can leave," she said flatly, wanting exactly the opposite.

"Never, I love you too much for that," the man replied, his eyes burning with desire. He kissed her like he wanted to drink her up, his tongue insistent in her mouth, not letting her rest as he dominated the kiss. Their bodies rubbed together, warm skin on skin, her wetness caressing his erection as they moved. Buggy almost forgot how to breathe while she was being kissed and it was only after Shanks let her go that she finally remembered how.

"How do you want it, love?" the man asked, panting just as hard as she was, desperate just as she was.

Buggy thought about it for a moment as oxygen made it back into her brain and she gently pushed her lover back and turned herself around. She got on her hands and knees and opened her legs up to a comfortable distance. Then she took one of her hands and grabbed an ass cheek, pulling it and spreading herself open for him letting him see just how dripping she was at this point.

"I want it this way," she said, blushing furiously but determined as she glanced back at him. "Give it to me, Shanks."

A violent shiver zipped up the man's spine as his beloved presented herself to him and before he could even think, one hand was on her hip holding her in place, and the other was on his almost unbearably hard cock, lining it up with her entrance.

"You're too damn sexy for your own good," he growled, pushing into her with one hard thrust. Buggy cried out as she was filled so completely, so deeply, and she shuddered, her up hand flying to the sheets to grip the cloth tightly as a wave of desire crashed over her. She didn't cum, but it was so familiar in that way that for a moment her brain shorted out.

When she came back to herself again, she found her lover's hand covering one of hers, their fingers intertwined as they gripped the sheets. His lips were on her skin again, kissing gently up her spine until his lips touched the sensitive place at the back of her neck. His free arm moved from her hip to wrap across her chest, his forearm between her breasts, his hand holding one and teasing her. The woman shuddered again, moaning as he pulled mostly out and pushed back into her firmly, his torso resting on her back. He pulled out again and thrust back in, each movement pushing Buggy forward or backward with his strength. The bluenette moaned and gasped with each thrust – it was all she could do to keep her upper body off the bed and try to match his rapid pace with her own movements. She squeezed his fingers between her own and moaned out his name every time he pressed against a sensitive spot or rubbed her insides in just the right way. She felt herself tighten when he grunted with effort above her, or when a strained gasp of her name fell from his lips.

She didn't know how much time passed like that, both of them lost in the feel of the other, but she perked up when Shanks started talking again.

"Ah, Buggs…You feel so damn good…" the man panted, gently nipping at her exposed neck when her curls shifted around her face. Buggy moaned in response, her sex tightening around him. He hissed, feeling like his cock was in a vice. "You're so damn tight it almost hurts!"

"Sh-Shanks!" she gasped. "You're…big…!" He felt huge inside of her, but for some reason, she didn't feel completely full. With each stroke, he was causing her to come undone, but she wanted more. The bluenette didn't realize she'd said it out loud until he rammed back into her harder than before, ripping a cry from her lips.

"I'll give you more, Buggs," he groaned, biting her neck. "You want more, my flashy girl?"

"God, yes!" came the immediate answer.

Acquiescing, to her demand, the man let go of her breast and sat up, placing his hands on her hips to get more control. Shanks smirked when he thrust hard into her again, watching his lover's blue waves of hair cascade over her shoulders and back when she arched beautifully.

"Faster? Or deeper?" he asked, thrusting into her again and again while her hips bucked against his. She's so sexy…my lovely Buggy.

It took a moment for her to respond but an answer eventually came. "Deep…er…!"

"Deeper? Wow, I'm already pretty deep inside you," he noted. "You're so naughty tonight." The dirty talk got a wonderful reaction out of her – a full-body shiver that also had her insides fluttering. "You're going to be more naughty for me, okay?"

Buggy nodded, not trusting her voice.

Shanks placed one of his hands on her upper back and gently pressed. "Rest your head on your arms for me…yes…just like that, chest on the bed. And now let's pull your ass up a little more." The man helped her settle into the new position and pulled her ass up, pushing himself flush against her. The woman's legs naturally opened a bit more and her spine arched gracefully as she opened up. Buggy let out a strained groan as he slipped inside her a little more – it felt like he'd grown two more inches even if he hadn't – and she felt perfectly full now.

Shanks rubbed her back soothingly while he waited for her to adjust. He asked, "You okay, Buggy? Is it deep enough for you?" She grunted in response and he took that as two "yeses." He gave her a few more moments, but his cock was insistent that he get moving again. "Ready?"

Buggy snorted, "Impatient, are we?"

"Yes, I am," he admitted honestly, pinching her ass. She jumped and squeezed his dick a little harder.

"Now who's naughty?" the bluenette asked.

"I am," Shanks said without hesitation, pulling out and pushing back in. Buggy groaned, sounding satisfied as he kept moving in and out. "And so are you, Buggs," he pointed out, his voice dropping into that sexy tone she loved. Buggy shuddered and then moaned as he pulled out and thrust back in, rubbing her perfectly and filling up all the spots she wanted filled.

"Does that feel good to you, Buggs? You feel so good to me. Tight and warm around my dick."

"Yes…!" she replied, pushing her hips into him. "Give me more!"

"So, demanding. I love it." The man picked up the pace again, pulling only about halfway out and then thrusting back in. Buggy couldn't escape his cock now, constantly filling her, constantly pushing, and she loved it.

"Ah! You're h-hitting me…ah! Oh god…!"

"I love hearing you like that," he said, giving her a few very hard thrusts and making her cry out. "More Buggy…let me hear you more!" And she did, moaning, and gasping and yelping as he fucked her hard and deep. Buggy felt so good and wished that it could last longer, but a few minutes later she was finally coming to the end of her energy, finally almost completely satisfied.

"Sh-Shanks…I'm…gonna…" she choked out in between his thrusts and the sound of their hips slapping together.

"You gonna cum?" he panted, enjoying every bit of her heat and wetness. He pulled her hips onto his cock, moving her as hard as he was moving and Buggy shrieked in pleasure. "I'll take that as a 'yes,'" he replied, pushing in as deep as he could. He thrust a little faster, finding himself coming up on his limit as well. "Ah…you feel so good…cum for me again, love bug."

His hands were on her ass, rubbing and pinching while he fucked her hard, his fingers spreading down her back and sliding around her stomach. One arm came diagonally across her chest and lifted her off the bed, laying her against his warm chest. He was thrusting up into her now, the two of them inseparable as they sought yet another orgasm. Buggy's hand came up to the one on her chest, her palm to the back of his hand, twining her fingers in his again, holding onto something as her brain went fuzzy, lost to heat, desire, and pleasure. Her head tipped back, resting near his shoulder and within perfect distance of kissing. She felt his lip on hers, his breath mingling with hers, and she opened her mouth eagerly for him, wanting everything of him. She kissed him like she was drowning, and in a way, she was – drowning in him.

His cock pressed against the deepest part of her hard and she broke the kiss, crying out as the first shudders of her orgasm hit her.

"Sh-Shaaaaaannnkkkssss…!" she screamed, losing control completely, her body spasming wildly inside and the rest of her body tensing like a taut bowstring. Buggy's mind blanked, pleasure blocking out everything else except where her skin touched her lover's warmth. Shanks held her firmly, letting her move and writhe against him, dragging out her release by continuing the deep thrusts she'd wanted.

"God, I love how you're squeezing me right now," he murmured against her ear. "I can barely pull out, you're so tight." He didn't know if Buggy could hear him right now, but the look of pure bliss on her face was enchanting. She began to droop in his arms, consumed by her release, and he held her up.

The man pumped his hips into her for a bit longer, savoring the heat and tightness of her release until his own was upon him again. A last wave of heat and pleasure slammed into his body, pushing him deep inside his lover and he was cumming inside her hard. He let out a cry and a groan of his own as he came, overwhelmed by the feeling, the rush. Shanks squeezed Buggy's fingers, feeling like that was the only thing anchoring him to her, the last conscious tie that he was maintaining as he lost himself. Her fingers squeezed his now as he buried himself deep inside her, holding himself in her heat.

Buggy had started to come back to herself a little and felt him burst inside of her, enjoying the warmth of her lover's passion for the last time that night. The woman was always smugly proud when she made him cum, and this time was no different, especially since she could feel the mess of their love dripping down her thighs. Normally she'd be pissed they got so dirty and demand a bath, but she was too worn out now. And so was Shanks apparently. She felt him start to relax, his head falling on her shoulder, his breaths hot and fast against her neck. He sagged and she leaned forward a bit, supporting his body, and squeezing his fingers just as hard as he was squeezing hers and holding his arm against her chest.

"God…Buggy…" he panted, completely spent. "God…you're wonderfully amazing…"

The woman smirked, rightfully proud. "And…?" she prompted.

Shanks chuckled, the laugh rumbling against her back. "…Flashy…So flashy…"

"Damn…straight…" she replied, starting to feel just as woozy as he sounded. Her weak legs were shaking again and Buggy barely had any time to warn Shanks before she started to collapse as well. The man just managed to get a hand down on the bed, catching them both because Buggy was still clinging to his arm. They both laughed weakly, and the man pulled out of his lover's body with a groan before asking Buggy to help pull the sheets down and gently settle both of them underneath. the woman felt the loss of him keenly when he pulled out but reminded herself that she could have him again whenever she wanted. The thought made her happy as they tucked themselves into bed.

With the last of her energy, Buggy flipped herself over and snuggled into the man's chest, finally feeling satisfied and ready for post-sex cuddles. Shanks would give her little kisses and she'd hug him like a huge warm teddy bear, and they would fall asleep with their legs tangled together. Having a bath first would've been even better, but she was not getting out of bed or out of his arms for anything right now. Just as she was about to let herself doze off, Buggy had a slight panic overtake her and she stiffened in her boyfriend's arms.

Sensing the change Shanks stopped kissing her hair and asked. "What is it?"

"What time is it?" she asked back, too completely drained to even turn her head to look at the clock on the nightstand.

Shanks made the monumental effort to lift his head from the pillow to check, and the answer was, "Nearly three."

Her heart dropped. "Shit…I have to get up in three hours."

"Why the hell would you do that? We have at least five hours."

"Because I have to shower, do my makeup, do my hair, touch up my nails, press my blazer and skirt, pluck my eyebro–"

Shanks rolled his eyes and interrupted with, "Forget all that crap. Just pull your hair up and wear a nice dress shirt and pants. I know you already have those pressed." He then kissed his lover on her big, red nose and told her to go to sleep.

"Easy for you to say," the woman grumbled back. "You don't have to compete with Alvida."

The man sighed, exasperated that their cuddles were being interrupted by annoying things and had much fewer kisses. "Buggy, Buggs, love bug, love of my life: Alvida has nothing on you. Now shut up about it."

"You're just saying that because you love me," she grumbled, knowing perfectly well that he didn't understand the subtleties of the women's relationship with each other.

"I do love you, and that's why you don't ever have to worry about Alvida," he answered sincerely. He then kissed her deeply, wanting to show her his affection and also get her to shut up so that they could go to sleep. When the kiss ended she snuggled into his chest, her heart full to bursting.

"I love you too," Buggy whispered.

"Of course you do. It's as plain as the nose on your face," he teased.

The bluenette didn't have the energy to reply anymore and instead pinched the man's nipple when he wasn't expecting it. He jolted and yelped, rubbing his nipple soothingly. "I know, I know – 'What did you say about my nose?!'" he mimicked. "I'll stop, I promise," he replied, the end of it turning into a yawn.

The bluenette caught the yawn and felt herself starting to truly fall asleep this time. Her hand felt limply against his chest, succumbing to her exhaustion. She mumbled a "good night" and got one back while drifting off to sleep in the warm embrace of the person she treasured most in the world.

…

In the morning, Buggy was so tired that she took Shanks' advice and just wore a nice button-up with light blue trousers that she knew made her butt look good and a pair of tasteful flats. Her hair had been pulled up into a high ponytail and despite his protests that nothing needed to be done, the woman had braided some pieces that went from her hairline and swooped up into the elastic to give it some pizzazz. Her makeup was casual but she still insisted on her red lip and was determined to reapply it once she was done with her coffee, no matter how many times her boyfriend tried to swipe her lipstick from her (little did he know that she had three other shades in her purse in case the one went "missing").

When Alvida arrived – fashionably late once again – she was surprised by her friend's unusually non-elaborate appearance.

"Whoa Buggy, you look very…" Alvida looked for the right word that wouldn't get coffee dumped on her expensive skirt. Buggy also gave her a look while she was flipping through her vocabulary, waiting to either blow up or forgive the offense depending on how bad it was. "…Relaxed today."

"Nice save," the bluenette replied, taking a sip of her wake-up juice.

"Thanks," she replied smugly. Alvida sat down gracefully in her hair and crossed her legs with a flourish. "This is a different look for you, but nice still." The woman, however, couldn't help but poke the bear, just a little. "Did you burn the midnight oil last night? I hope you weren't up too late."

A burst of laughter came from Shanks at Ben's desk and Buggy prayed that he was laughing at a joke and not listening in.

"Well, you did leave me with a lot of work yesterday," the bluenette quipped. "You didn't stay to help me for very long."

"I had a date and you knew that," the black-haired woman argued back.

"Yes, I did, but you were the one who got the information to me late," Buggy argued.

"It wasn't my fault," Alvida deflected. "You even admitted that someone else had dropped the ball this time."

"Doesn't mean that I can't still be salty about it."

"Ladies, ladies!" a voice interrupted and Buggy had to suppress her reaction to seeing her boyfriend come up to them in her third favorite suit of his and a light blue tie she knew he'd chosen to match her outfit even though she'd tied a navy one around his neck that morning. She prayed that Alvida didn't notice. "Now's not the time to argue! Buggy finished the report yesterday and today is a new day! Let's get to work!" Shanks winked at both women and plopped down in his chair next to Alvida. The one squeaky wheel squeaked, and Buggy threw a pen at her boyfriend's head.

"Will you get that fixed!? It's driving me crazy!"

"Ah, just another morning in paradise," Yasopp commented as he walked by to drop off some data at his team lead's desk. He also got a pen thrown at him and didn't dodge fast enough to avoid a direct hit to his face.

"Mind your own business!"

"I think getting a pen to my face is my business!" he argued back, throwing the pen in her direction. He hit his target head-on, and Buggy growled after the pen hit her big, red nose. She leaped up from her chair and was about to throttle her annoying co-worker when Shanks slipped between them and she ended up grabbing his tie instead.

"Let's just all calm down now, it's only 8:15!" he cajoled, trying to defuse the situation. It also helped that out of the corner of her eye, the bluenette could see Rayleigh peeking around a corner, his eyes part warning to no cause trouble and part interested to see what she would do next.

Buggy glared at him and then her unruly boyfriend. She gave Shanks a strained and sarcastic closed-lip smile, smoothing his tie against his chest and stepping away with her hands up. She gave Yasopp a pointed glare as she turned on her heel and stomped the few steps back to her desk. Yasopp was shooed away and Shanks took his seat again, careful not to make his chair squeak again for just this one time. Rayleigh quietly slipped back to his office, proud of his pupil's control, but also knowing that trouble was always close at hand with her.

Everything seemed to go back to normal as Buggy clacked at her keyboard and Shanks picked up the data he'd just been given, but Alvida looked between the two for a few moments more, sensing something odd. Then what it was clicked in her brain and the woman's red lips spread into a smug grin.

"That…is a very nice tie," Alvida complimented, giving Shanks a meaningful look. Buggy froze, mortified but trying to hide it, and the redhead tried to cover up his smile at her reaction by placing his hand over his mouth and pretending that he was thinking hard. Alvida gave her friend a look, now knowing who'd been driving Shanks' car the previous night. She'd been driving past work on her way home after her date when Shanks' car had pulled out in front of her. She'd been surprised that the man hadn't been driving but had been unable to see who was in the driver's seat. Now she knew.

Shanks, not the least bit fazed replied. "Thanks, Alvida. It's one of my favorites."

The woman glanced at the same color of blue on Buggy's dress pants and her hair and smiled brightly. "I bet it is." She glanced over at the bluenette and found the woman's eyes glaring daggers at the man and smirked at her reaction.

Alvida let her redheaded co-worker roast under the burning gaze of her friend. He was probably going to face the brunt of her fury after work or wriggle out of it if he was lucky, and from what she could tell, Shanks was very lucky when it came to Buggy.

The black-haired woman smiled again and turned to her computer to get started with the day's work, thinking, Burning the midnight oil, indeed.

The End.

A/N: And that's all folks! Thanks for reading my story and I can't wait to see you next time! Please let me know what you think :3