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He shouldn't have kissed you.
He should'nt have these feelings for you.
You are his nakama. A member of the Heart pirates, a friend and nothing more. But hell, why couldn't he take you off his mind?
It all started two months ago, when the Polar Tang was sauntering through miraculous peaceful waters. Every member of the crew was asleep in their quarters except for those on watch and a certain captain whose tired eyes were locked on medical texts. An amber glow fills the room from the light that sat prostrate on his desk, marine animals swimming by the window, leering at the doctor as if making judgement of his unhealthy sleeping habit. The clock's tick and the tap of his impatient feet sang the same metronome, a rhythm comparable to a soft lullabye in the ears of the drowsy. But Law has other plans as he glared at the long arm that stroke at two. No, he's not going to sleep yet. A third cup of coffee is in order.
He was expecting the dining hall to be empty at this hour so it was a bit of a surprise when he saw you hunched over on one of the tables. Your face was buried in your arms, a bowl of unfinished ice cream a few inches from you, and with the occasional sniffs permeating his ears, Law concluded that you have been crying, again. He clicked his tongue. This is not the first time he saw you like this. As your captain, he wishes to help you with whatever problem you have but it is easy to know what causes the river in your eyes. I mean, he's not an idiot. The oversized boiler suit you insisted on wearing even on humid days. The envious stare you direct on women with better figures. The mortified blush that stains your cheeks whenever someone makes a crack about your weight. It is obvious that you have issues regarding your body.
Something he doesn't seem to understand since you're a crew member any pirate ship in the grand line could ever ask for.
You are a nurse, a good one if you ask him. That is one of the reasons he invited you to his crew. Your knowledge about medicine could rival his and your mere presence could give comfort to your crewmates. Despite your gentleness, you can fight, your martial arts skills competing with Bepo's. You are kind, caring, optimistic and beautiful. He always thought you were fine the way you are. So, why the hell were you crying?
A soft whimper interrupted Law from his thoughts. His eyes focused back to you, taking notice on the slight change in your position. You were still in deep slumber, hunched over on the steel table but this time, your face was no longer buried in your arms. Instead, you preferred to turn your head to the side, an undesirable sleeping posture that the doctor found his instincts on body mechanics kicking in. He walked towards you and began shaking your shoulder to wake you up.
"Y/n-ya, go back to your quarters" said the surgeon. He's not concerned about you at all. Its just, if you continued sleeping like this, you would most likely end up with a stiff neck and muscle pains the next day and who would have to deal with that? Him of course. At least that's what he told himself. However, you were a heavy sleeper, like Penguin had said. The crew made it a game to wake you up whenever they saw you napping around the sub but no one is successful so far. And so is Law.
"You're such a pain in the ass, Y/n-ya" he whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. It was quiet inside the dining hall that the only sound filling Law's ears is your steady breathing. He hovered closer above your form, the warmth of your body radiating to his as he gazed at your sleeping face. This distance is beyond the proper captain to subordinate proxemics, but he doesn't care anymore. All he knows is that the moment his eyes trailed to your lips, curiosity as to how they would feel has flooded his brain. They were slightly parted, with a natural rosy hue, plump and pliant looking like velvet.
Dilemma knocked on his door. His well praised sense of judgement and decision making skills are one of the things that separates him from most pirates. Mistakes are seldom in his part, but with one last scan of your countenance, he was ready to commit one.
"Just this once" he muttered to himself.
Not even sea prism cuffs can stop him now because in the next moment, he was already leaning down, capturing your lips with his. They felt better than he originally thought. Softer, smoother, and the taste of the strawberry ice cream you had just eaten added to your sweetness. It was addicting, like a drug that heals him like no other, a mistake he wished he partook ever since you set your foot in his ship. Every fiber of his being was on fire, the simple peck he originally planned turning feverish as he moved his lips against yours, tongue trying to seek entrance.
But the gasp that escaped your throat stopped his very movement.
He quickly stepped away from you, cursing to himself. Fuck, you were waking up. And fuck him for kissing you without your permission.
Within a heartbeat, Law used his devil fruit ability to displace himself back to his room just as your eyes shot open and turned to his direction.
No one was there. You were pretty sure you felt a presence lingering near you, a frown grazing your face after assuming that your crewmates has played another prank on you. Your eyes scanned the room, noting that everything was the way they were before you fell asleep. You were still seated on the same chair, hunched over at the same table with a bowl of strawberry ice cream a few inches from you.
What puzzles you however, was the faint taste of coffee in your mouth.