*Two Days Later*
Things were beginning to return to normal, much to everyone's relief. The general atmosphere was lively, as it had been before, but with a new sense of pride and happiness. Summer had returned, and with her the higher quality of food. Casper wasn't so hard-pressed in the kitchen and so filling and better meals were once again served.
Men who usually kept to their own groups talked to her now, and she really got to know most of the crew. They were kind and sympathetic, but she waved off any pity that came her way, instead directing the conversation to what the Heart Pirates had done during her absence. She asked about the conman who Law had cheated, after they'd mentioned it. She was rather pleased that Law had taken advantage of the situation as he had. She hated liars and cheats.
As it was, Law still had yet to tell her about James and how he'd given them information to her whereabouts. He supposed he should, seeing as he hadn't had time to explain when he'd found her. She deserved to know.
But not yet. Right now, she looked too happy serving the dishes of food to all the pirates for dinner. They thanked her when they received their food, joked and laughed in between. She disappeared and reappeared several times as she served.
Bringing him his food, she didn't glare or scowl when she approached, something Law thought was interesting. She usually made it very obvious, albeit usually sarcastically, that she didn't want to be in the company of the captain. But today, she seemed very cheerful. Law, however, just couldn't resist ruffling her feathers. He ran a hand through his hair in anticipation, setting his hat down on the table in the process.
Setting the plate in front of him, Summer was about to turn away but he caught her arm. He leaned in, and her eyes widened at his proximity.
"Summer-ya, what is the meaning of this?" He pointed to the plate, which had a dreaded bread roll placed on the edge. She glanced down at it, before looking up with a shrug.
"It's food." She stated, and he shook his head.
"Need I remind you that I do not eat bread? I'm afraid I can't eat this now." He pushed it away a little, hoping to see her face turn red from anger.
Sadly, it did not.
"Perfect." She only smirked, picking the plate back up and raising it above her head. Turning to the rest of the crew, who was watching in curiosity, she raised her voice.
"Who wants seconds?" Immediately, everyone's hands shot up, trying to raise higher than the rest to get her attention.
"Summer-chan, I'm so hungry!" "Please, I need it most!" "Your cooking is wonderful, Summer-chan. I want more of it!" The shouts filled the air, and Law glanced around in irritation. He could tolerate the usual noise, but this was just ridiculous.
"You did that on purpose." He muttered, and she smirked.
"Not entirely to spite you, it still holds a purpose." She continued, and Law frowned in confusion. "Payback to someone else too." She winked, turning to address the others.
"Whoever can find the light blue bra that was stolen out of my drawer last night, and tells me who's room it was in, gets it!" Without further guidance, the men rushed out of the room and into the hallway, intent on finding her article of clothing. The mess deck was emptied in seconds, with Reid and Liam lazily walking out to follow the others.
Summer turned to Law, who was smirking at her. "You know exactly who took it." He guessed, and she only raised her eyebrows, placing the plate on a nearby table.
"Who, me? Why, I have no idea who could have done such a thing." She feigned innocence, and Law's smirk widened. He was willing to bet that the culprits were Penguin and Shachi, as they were the only ones brave-or stupid- enough to chance facing the wrath that Summer could unleash lest her room be violated. Of course, the two engineers were quite good at convincing their crew mates to join in on their pranks.
Seeing that the room was empty, Law's eyes narrowed in mischief. He hadn't realized, and apparently neither had she, that he hadn't let go of her one hand. With a dark chuckle, he pulled her towards him, and she gasped as her body was maneuvered onto his lap.
"I will believe nothing less than the fact that you intentionally wanted the room cleared." He murmured, and her eyes widened, cheeks reddening.
"H-hey! Let go of me! That's not what I had in mind." She huffed, refusing to look at him. He only hummed in response, shifting her so that she was straddling his lap.
"You're not resisting." He pointed out, and he was right. Her hands had found themselves around his neck, resting loosely on each collar bone. She tried pulling them away but he caught her by the elbows.
"I cannot believe this." She rolled her eyes, and he smirked.
"We'll see how long your resolve lasts." He taunted, pulling her body into his once more, lips finding hers.
Her eyes widened, and she let out a tiny gasp, before closing them of her own accord. A tiny part of her was still panicking, but there wasn't anyone around to hear or see them, so she supposed it wasn't too bad…
She wrapped her arms around his neck once more, pulling them closer together. She kissed back with an intensity she hadn't known she was feeling. It wasn't until the opportunity arose that she realized how right this felt. How had she resisted as long as she did, she'd never be able to understand.
Law's hands found their way up the back of her shirt. His cold fingers traced trails of ice along her heated skin. The sensation sent goosebumps along her body as she moaned in shock, and Law chuckled in response. That sound…it was delicious, music to his ears, and it only fueled his desire further. He bit down on her lower lip, and she parted them enough for him to slip his tongue in.
Summer tried keeping up with his dominating pace, but she was no match for his intensity, his need to feel and taste her. Her fruity scent, thanks to the sparse amount of perfume she wore that was just enough to always linger on her person, left him craving all of it, all of her. He could only describe the feeling as a hunger, a passionate hunger that couldn't be sated.
Her fingers found their way to his mess of hair, and she was glad that he hadn't worn his signature hat for once. Having easy access to his dark locks, she tugged and played with the ends, making him wince in a pleasurable pain. He grunted at a particularly hard pull, but he wasn't exactly complaining. Her surprising roughness only served to turn him on further.
Suddenly, it felt like there was too much between them, the two layers of clothing. Summer wanted to feel his bare skin beneath her fingers, to stroke the tattoos underneath his hoodie. The thoughts that pervaded her head were alluring to say the least, and it honestly scared her. But the thrill attached to it was almost unbearable.
Law's hands trailed further upwards to reach her back, lifting her shirt upwards in the process. The colder air of the mess deck brushed against her belly and she shivered. A rising burn in the pit of her chest made itself known, and she wasn't sure how to handle it. And then all at once a feeling of exposure came over her, like they were out in the open and vulnerable. The crew could come back and catch them at any moment. Law must have felt something changed, or he was feeling the same thing, because he broke off the kiss in a breathless manner.
"A bed would be more comfortable." He whispered heatedly, and Summer let out a breathy moan at the lust in his voice. She placed a few small kisses on his lips, before nodding with her eyes still closed.
"Agreed."
He tightened his grip on her waist, and removed one hand from beneath her shirt. "Room." He muttered, and in the next instant the mess deck was gone. Summer felt a tightening in her chest as they teleported, and the next thing she knew, she was bouncing slightly on top of Law, the two of them tumbling onto the comforter of his bed.
With an animalistic growl, Law flipped them over so Summer was beneath him. She gave a gasp as his hands held down her arms, knees placed on either side of her legs. He leaned down over her and crashed his lips onto hers. She leaned upwards to reciprocate, a deep, muffled moan escaping from between her lips.
They broke apart for air, and the heavy, heated breaths could be felt on each other's skin. Before she could react, Law tilted her chin up, revealing her neck. He grinned in satisfaction before trailing a line of kisses and bites along her jaw.
"Ah…" She moaned, shivering underneath his hold. His hands tightened on her arms.
He licked, bit, and kissed along her pale skin, reveling in every gasp and moan she produced. His heart was beating at a rapid pace, as was hers. Law was in a daze, unaware of when they'd gotten to his bedroom at all. His short term memory was failing him, lost in the mix and surplus of emotion and desire.
Law had bedded several women in his time of piracy, most of which he came upon in taverns or bars. Each time, they'd been rather dull affairs, filled only with the intentions of satisfying his needs. But this…this was nothing like he'd ever done, nothing like he'd ever felt before. It was as if each touch and kiss set his heart and his desire aflame, burning hotter and hotter as the seconds ticked by. It was intoxicating, how she reacted to the smallest of touches, and he felt the desire to explore her further.
"Law…" She moaned out, twitching with every kiss he placed on her sensitive skin. The way she said his name…at this rate, hell, he'd rip the clothes straight off her body if he had to. And that was when he realized.
She' seemed appalled before at the thought of him bedding her, though that seemed to not be the case now, which made him question whether she was making a decision or allowing him to take over regardless of her wishes. In no circumstance would he have sex with her unless she so wished it. He only hoped she wouldn't forget her own morals regarding the issue. The thought was sobering, and he calmed down enough to stop his ministrations.
"Summer-ya." She slowly opened her eyes, cheeks flushed and chest heaving with desire and pleasure. Law winced, forcefully holding back his want to ravage her where she lay. The look she gave him was quite sexy, and he found he couldn't resist without difficulty.
"Yes?" She asked in concern, seeing him staring at her.
"Is this what you really want?" He asked seriously, not breaking eye contact. She frowned slightly, about to open her mouth. "Think about it seriously before answering." He warned, and she closed her mouth once more, glancing away in thought.
He watched the internal struggle in her eyes, and he knew what she would end up deciding before she said anything. She looked away, frowning slightly.
"I don't think I'm ready…" She muttered, and he forced her chin up to look at him.
He placed a tender kiss on her lips, something quite unlike his normal behavior when it came to bedroom activities, but he felt it was necessary. "Then we'll stop. But mark my words." He growled, the heat returning to his demeanor. She watched with desire in her eyes.
Smirking, he leaned in closer, their eyes only inches apart. "One day, I will have you in my bed screaming my name." He promised. To his utter shock, though he was skilled at hiding it, she smirked back just as mischievously.
"I look forward to it, Captain."
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