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Recipe for getting writing inspo & muse back;

Ingredients:

1x reach breaking point/over the hyperfocus hill with the other hobbies you���ve been doing instead

1x temporary meltdown of epic proportions because you’ve been doing those things so long it’s weird quitting them cold turkey

1x flail uselessly because well now what

Instructions:

Overthink the one thing you did write. Consider deleting and rewriting it. Talk it through until you’ve talked yourself down, you know you’re just overthinking it, and why are you hyperfixated on one thing only when you have some 90 others you can focus on in the meantime. Have epiphany.

Final step: declare that chaos mode has been activated and you will now ruin your RP besties’ lives by making everything their turn in one burst of chaotic energy until you crash from being sleep deprived OR become normal again.

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When the moods swing, DAMN do they swing.

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Reasons why Saro can't draft things: as a general rule I hate everything I write within 24 hours of writing it. At least when it's out there/posted *most* of the time I will get over it and leave it alone, but... yeah. There's no letting something sit started in my drafts. All things must be replied to in one sitting and posted before I can overthink it.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ If there'd been a single doubt in Law's mind how absolutely fucked he was before that moment, it would have vanished in the time it took his distracted mind to realize what Nami was doing. What she meant to do as that slender hand lifted to reach behind her. No sooner had the big eyes in question widened with the realization than Nami's roaming touch treated her to just what she'd been looking for. Not that it was difficult to find with how eagerly his treacherous anatomy responded to her.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And just like the traitor his body was, the strained groan that slipped past Law's lips came both unbidden and entirely too loudly to have gone unnoticed by the closest of their neighbors on the dance floor.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But Trafalgar Law didn't give a damn about any of that. He didn't care about the people around them, or who had heard the primal noise that escaped him. Nor that any of their friends might notice what was happening between them or how readily he'd just admitted to pleasuring himself to the thought of her.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ He cared very intently, however, that Nami was touching him. That maybe - just maybe - she had thought about him even a fraction as often as he'd thought about her of late. That words and honeyed tone alike suggested the same soft fingers now wreaking havoc on Law's nervous system (not to mention putting them both in danger of violating several public decency guidelines) had worked just as desperately between Nami's legs as his had between his own some nights after their paths had diverged -- and somehow Law just knew she had come with his name upon her lips more than once before.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ How many times? He wanted to ask her. How often had she thought of touching him like this? Of him touching her before she drifted off to sleep?

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But before he had the chance to, Nami surprised him a second time. And the answer that was reflex withered upon Law's tongue, all too willing to die there because just like that, in plain view of everyone around them, Nami was kissing him for the second time.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ With no game to blame it on this time her lips pressed against his, the big bad wolf did not resist her. As if he would ever. Too powerless to think about anything beyond the thrill of excitement surging in his bloodstream, every bit as much from the hand still resting upon his crotch as it was the mouth that worked so hungrily against his, Trafalgar Law forgot about everything around them -- onlookers, gift cards, competition alike. He thought only of the kiss upon his lips, the touch driving him crazy, and... the slick evidence of Nami's own excitement when his hand slid just the slightest bit higher beneath her skirts.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ The surgeon growled a second time, loving the muffled noise it made against her lips before he grudgingly broke free from them.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝All the better to see you with,❞ he echoed back at her. His left hand had not relaxed its grip on her hip in the slightest: if anything, he'd only held her closer. And though he longed to let it roam even further, the right hovered there on the furthest edge of what decency allowed them, while he pulled her closer against him. Leaning in close, he went on in a whisper.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝And to see exactly where this is going to go if we don't cool it this second, Little Red. So as much as it pains me to say it... You might want to get your hand off my dick before I cost you your gift card.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Before you slip up and say what we're both hoping you say next, said the heated gaze he gave her before lips in stark contrast found Nami's for the third time.

For the second time in the last five month Nami felt the man stiffen beneath her, a broad hand sliding further up her skirt. Her pulse quickened instantly, the wolfish growl in the back of Law's throat lulling her into a (perhaps false) sense of security. Melting against his larger frame, Nami practically purred in response. “That explains a few things…”

Lashes fluttered in tandem with her heartbeat, center pulsing with every centimeter of skin that tattooed fingers explored. Things began clicking into place- No wonder the surgeon spent so much time on the beach by himself with a towel wrapped around him. It wasn't lost on her how often she felt- and confirmed, after whipping around and offering Law a cheery smile while she played in the waves. What had been lost on the redhead was that he couldn't stop thinking about what nestled beneath the small slip of fabric, blessed with a hard on.

… She should have known, but Nami had spent a lot of time talking herself out of her own budding feelings… sexual and otherwise. It was a one time thing had been her insistent belief. If it wasn't, why hadn't he tried to make a pass at her within the last five months?

“I've thought of you too,” she whispered back, eyes flitting from a broad, kissable mouth while replaying the last time his lips had been on hers… back to golden eyes. Sexy. He was so. Fucking. Sexy.

“This, especially.” Unbothered by the crowd of people that danced around them or even prying eyes, Nami reached behind the man to run a hand along his stirring length, a low groan passing her lips. Since the game, Nami had found herself unbothered by the man's visits and texts. So much so that every time the door of the bar swung open during her shift Nami hoped it was him. When it was, a smile was instantly brought to her face.

Law had increasingly become an object of the redhead's fantasies… And here he was, going as far as to play along without realizing he was playing right into several of her more lucrative kinks. If nothing else- If this was just something between friends- There was clearly a strong sexual connection between the two of them. Which is what had the woman boldly reaching around to stroke his cock and watching his expression with rapt attention as she lilted out. “My, what big eyes you have, Mr Wolf,” pressing her lips to his before he could possibly respond.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Stuck on loop. That was one way to describe the state the surgeon had found himself in of late, he supposed. Reliving that same handful of moments over and over again, finding a mind that had always been so focused - on the day, the moment, the operation before him - straying to his redheaded companion entirely too often to be considered casual.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ He thought of Nami more often than he didn't think of Nami these days; found himself reaching for his phone first thing after shifts or early in the mornings just in case she'd happened to text him. Ended up dropping by her bar in the evenings or wanting to invite her along to things far more often than their holidate agreement strictly required...

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And yes - he thought about her then, too. Far more often than he'd normally care to admit, as it happened. But when Nami turned away to treat him to a sinfully delightful wriggle of her ass against his crotch, the gravelly response in Nami's ear was all Law could manage to keep from outright growling at her. Instead, he exhaled slowly through his nose, humming in appreciation as his palm spread flat, fingers splaying across the woman's thigh and creeping ever so subtly higher along soft skin he'd been dreaming of touching this way since...

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Every damn time,❞ he admitted in a whisper. ❝After the photo booth - but especially since that damn blue bikini of yours.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Eyes for only the ginger before him, indeed -- the room and all its inhabitants around them had ceased to exist from the moment she pressed herself against him. A favor eagerly returned by the free hand that blazed a trail along the curve of Nami's opposite hip, settling upon her waist to pull her more firmly against him. Firmly enough he knew she'd be able to feel exactly the response she expected in the skin-tight leather pants she'd picked out for him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Of course...❞ Law's voice was little more than a quiet rumble in his chest as he continued. ❝You should know. Sometimes I decide it's only fair to make it your problem I'm up late and frustrated, too. Or hadn't you noticed I stopped worrying about texting you at normal hours?❞

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ For every moment that Nami spent surveying him, Law watched his companion just as intently. Studying. Considering. Trying to riddle out where the redhead’s crafty mind had taken her in her silence. Was she trying to decide how far he intended to take this little game they were playing? Or had she already seen through him, realizing how far it went beyond just a game in Law’s mind?

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ It wouldn’t surprise him. The two had always had an easy connection, and Law had felt from the earliest fake-dates they’d been on that they seemed to understand each other more effortlessly than most… For all he knew, Nami might have worked out that the surgeon was… interested in her far sooner than he had.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ …She had to have, didn’t she? Between pulling her into a photo booth that day at the mall and how eagerly he had reciprocated when Nami’s lips had found his own at the homecoming game… Law was sure she must have read him as easily as a book left open before her. And yet…

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Nami, who had a mind as quick as anyone he knew of, and who often seemed to know what her date was thinking even before he did, did not seem to know what to make of the offer – the question – Law was presenting. Try as she might to pretend she wasn’t affected, he knew she at least considered it: that was easy enough to gather from the slight creep of color into Nami’s cheeks and the way -Law noted smugly- that she repeated herself a second time.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝So you said,❞ he muttered distractedly, helping himself to the now-empty glass in Nami’s hand which he deposited on a table skirting the dance floor. ❝But something tells me,❞ Law went on, pulling her against him both with little warning and perhaps more firmly than was strictly necessarily, ❝Little Red might be just as excited for me to get a glimpse of those garters again as I am. Especially when we both remember how much you enjoyed my hand up your skirt the first time.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ That much he was already sure of. The question was – what would she make of it? Would she see the mischievous teasing as an offer for a single night of entertainment? Or could Nami see through him as easily as he feared she did? Badmouthing their opponents aside, she had to have seen that the surgeon had eyes for only her as they carved a spot among the other couples mid-dancing. ...Didn't she?

Law was close enough that every tiny hair along her sensitive neck stood on end. Little red should have taken that was a warning sign that the promise that it wouldn't be so easy for Mr Wolf to get up her skirt might not be so difficult after all. Her garters may have had him acting up, but it was those legs and that ass in leather had left Nami with very dirty thoughts, indeed…

But they were just friends. Just friends that kissed- for show- and put their hand up her skirt- once. Eyes crinkled over the rim of her glass, briefly flitting to his hand and back to his eyes. Something had changed, hadn't it? Nami wasn't sure when it took place, but it was clear there was something there.

The question that formed in the redhead's mind was what did that mean for them? Was he simply attracted to her, or did he make her heart flutter and stomach twist in knots like she was feeling now? If she did let him get his paws all over her, what did that mean for them? Friends with benefits- or more?

When this arrangement began, both were clear they didn't really have time for dating. Not real dating, but when Nami thought about the surgeon, even taking one another on platonic dates felt so easy. Despite the wolfish grin he was giving her now, he was completely non-threatening. Oh, she knew Law would make good with those teeth and could do a number of things with his hands and stronger form and…

Only a drink and a half in and the alcohol was going straight to her pussy. Shaking off all the stirring emotions, Nami told herself that's all it was. It had nothing to do with the fact that when he looked at her she felt things. Not just between her legs, but deep in the pit of her stomach. It had nothing to do with the fact that the surgeon often drifted through her head, leaving her to texting him more than any other person in her phone…

Taking Law's tattooed hand, Nami tutted. ”Ah, ah. You're going to have to try a lot harder than that, Mr Wolf.”

Teasing though her words may be, the hooded clad woman allowed the predatory beast to lead her to the dancefloor after downing the rest of her drink. Ignoring all warning signs that the wolf was getting exactly what he wanted when she pressed her curvy body against his.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Like putty in the woman's hands, Law was spellbound from the moment soft fingers stroked their way along his member, amber eyes threatening to roll from the softest of Nami's teasing touches. And they might have - were it not for the surgeon's burning desire to commit every moment of the things she intended to do to him to memory.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ...Or at least as many moments as he was able to before Nami got him exactly where she wanted him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ For now, he exhaled a long and blissful sigh, approval mingling with relief for that long awaited touch -- and gods, the pleasure that rippled through him when that pink little tongue slid out to lap eagerly at the tip of him...

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Shudder traveling along his spine, Law slid a single, tattoo-adorned hand into dampened tangerine locks, forcing brown eyes up to his as he rocked slowly into the pretty mouth enveloping him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Prove it,❞ he rasped.

Months of worry, and here Nami was on her knees ready to make it up to him within record time.

“Very rude,” she purred, offering Law's manhood to memory with a long, slow stroke. Between that and the low noise that caught in his throat from the image of her before her. Nami intended to make it a memory he would never forget- the day she wondered back into his life and let him back in wholly and completely.

She loved him and he more than deserved the pretty image of her before him, mouth watering an anticipation to take his cock into her mouth. But Nami was, and always would be, a tease… the last few months hadn't changed that.

“You'll get to hear me moan for you soon enough. After I'm done making you moan my name.” Licking her lips, Nami's pink tongue darted out to run along the head of Law's thick member. Hands briefly wondered down the man's thighs and back up, taking him past her lips at the same time

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One day. One day I will write again. But for now I will do this. Craft pic under cut.

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@climatact -- cont'd from here.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝I know.❞ Law's voice and expression alike were distant, the assurance that at least one person had listened and heeded her words of warning about the weather rolling off of his tongue in an absent murmur. He didn't doubt assessment - would have taken Nami's words for truth even if they'd walked out to be greeted by a gorgeous, cloudless sky as far as the eyes could see. It was one of the first things he had openly admired about the redhead three years prior; if Nami said it was going to rain, it didn't matter what the sky looked like — it was going to rain and you'd better get inside or have an umbrella.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Law could believe every word the woman offered when it came to the weather or on the subject of finances. But when it came to everything that had happened between them since they'd met one another…

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ When it came to how she felt about him…

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Clearing his throat, Law averted eyes he hadn't realized had been fixed on the woman's features until the faint echo of ”They're going!“ drew him from his reverie. He offered Nami a nod of agreement and forced hands to uncurl from fists in his pockets - shoulders to relax from the tight tension that had crept into them when he'd realized they were being forced to go out and communicate properly.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Like adults, Cora-san's voice echoed again. Right. They were adults - parents to a three year old who was unshakably convinced he was still in love with mother even on the days he couldn't bring himself to meet Nami's eyes. That that would be enough to make anything work when Law himself was not so sure.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Alright. Might as well get going if we're going,❞ he offered in acknowledgement - adding loudly, with a pointed look at the window pane as if he could see through the curtains that were drawn - ❝So someone can make Cora-san watch Barbie for the eighteenth time this week while we're gone.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Looking back at Nami, he pushed away from the wall and set off at a measured pace, intending to follow along the sidewalk until his street carried them to the major thoroughfare - precisely the opposite direction of the park and question, in favor of the more bustling activity of downtown for a place to pass enough time away before returning home from the night. ❝Have you eaten yet? If you're hungry, we can go somewhere.❞

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ It wasn’t Nami’s outfit. At least not entirely, at any rate – though the costume-clad man would be lying if he said there wasn’t something… delightfully exhilarating about the little glimpse at lace garters their arrangement in the car had provided him. It was a far cry from the generous amounts of skin she’d worn on display for him the day Law had joined Tama and the redhead on the beach for some afternoon entertainment not that long ago, but having some idea what lie underneath that little red cloak of hers made it all the more difficult to focus on the competition they were supposed to be winning – or this game they were suddenly playing – or anything beyond the fingers toying with the hair on the nape of his neck as she offered her own ideas to the evening’s results.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Law had shown up with his A-game and was prepared to perform his part accordingly; he had no intention of letting his date down this evening in any sense of the phrase – but gods, was that touch and the memory of what had almost or not transpired between them in the car making it difficult to care what Pooh and Christopher Robin’s evening held for them beyond their arrival.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Shaking his head in an effort to clear this distracted line of thinking, Law reached up to untangle Nami’s fingers from his tresses – occupying himself with procuring two gleaming glasses filled with seasonally colored beverages from a fortuitously-timed tray passing by. He offered one to his date along with a shrug far more nonchalant than he was actually feeling in the moment. Taking a long, slow sip of his own, he arched an eyebrow and gestured vaguely toward the dance floor.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝And miss a chance to get my paws all over you, Little Red? I wouldn’t dream of it. As for your drinks and the efforts the big bad wolf is willing to go to to make sure I get you cornered somewhere by the end of this evening, well…❞ Feeling playful now that he had his own first drink in his hand and their surroundings had been surveyed, Law leaned in close enough that only Nami would be able to hear him. ❝Don’t you worry about that. The night’s still young, after all.❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Before she had time to respond to him, Law withdrew, offering a hand in place of the lips that had just passed dangerously close to the redhead’s ear. Amber eyes filled with mischief as he watched her. ❝Shall we?❞

Humming in return, brown eyes swept over the couple in question at Law's very realistic ideals of how the evening was going to go for their competition. “Or he's going to be so desperate to get it off her and do anything but dance that they're going to leave early.” Either way, that's one less competition for us too.”

Sweeping along the crowd, Nami ignored Law's response, enjoying their little game in verbally smacking down their competitors. “Now Pooh on the other hand-” Fingers ran along the back of his neck, playing with the longer hairs and the fluff along his collar. “She's more uncomfortable than she's letting on and Christopher Robin is enjoying the night out a little too much.” Craning her head towards the man who was on his third drink within her short arrival. “He's for sure going to be on the couch tonight if he doesn't slow down.”

Eyes returned to Law's, an amused expression upon her face. “As for Mr. Big Bad Wolf… He's going to have to work a little harder than that. I believe you still owe me a few drinks… and if you think you're going to get out of dancing, you're very, very wrong.”

A tilt of her head and a quirk of an orange eyebrow, Nami tried to figure out exactly what it was about this outfit over all others got him going… The way he looked at her in the car had her quite sure that it wasn't just an act. A thought that made her flush in spite of herself from thinking about it alone. Law had, after all, seen her in far less clothing… Unbeknownst to her just how excited a string bikini had made him, she wondered if it was the lace, or the garters… or purely that she'd left so much to his imagination.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ He would have enjoyed it - immensely. Not that there'd been any more question about that than there was that the particular gleam in Nami's eyes as she stepped away from him promised something he was bound to enjoy just as much as making her moan and sigh for him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ It didn't take an attentive lover to work out what the redhead was up to when she braced herself against hipbones already eager to start rocking against her; but as eager as Law was to coax those musical, blissful sounds from her, even he was only human.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Just as Nami anticipated, Law offered no further protest when her fingers wrapped around the erect manhood already aching for her. He just followed the slow, graceful descent of her body southward, wondered distantly how long she'd be able to do that so smoothly, and nearly choked on a soft growl of appreciation as deft fingers enveloped him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ He would just have to revisit that making Nami moan for him order of business as soon as his feisty lover finished having her own wicked way with him.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Eyes locked on hers, his throat felt strangely parched as he resisted the urge to arch into her touch already. He'd seen her like this before - it was an image that had featured in many of Law's dreams since their last encounter, but even his vivid imagination paled compared to the very real image before him. An image made only somehow more enticing by that little bump that hadn't been there the last time.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Well... I suppose since you're offering....❞ The half attempt at a joke did little to hide how strained his voice was, or how eagerly he watched in anticipation - desperate for more- her touch, her mouth... whatever she felt so inclined to give him... ❝It would be rude of me to turn such a generous offer down, wouldn't it? Guess I'll just have to make you make those pretty noises for me - later -❞

Nami couldn't help it. When around Law, he did something that made her brain turn off and mouth take over. Most the time she was talking nonsense, purely talking to talk and he knew it. This much was clear by the light of amusement in the man's amber orbs. It was a wonder he even paid attention at all, and yet… Law was the kind of man that was attentive enough to repeat every word back to her. Even when she had very little idea of the words that had passed her lips.

So very, very lucky…

Attentive and very much at attention. Clearly he meant it when he brought up how much he enjoyed the little changes in her body. And as he should. Nami was a straight up milf and had little doubt that she could win beauty pageants nine months pregnant if she entered- She just might, just to prove she could, too- and she was all his.

Large chestnut orbs locked with Law's, glazed over with lusty intent. Indeed, it was very difficult not to let her eyes drift downwards to the part of him that reacted to the sight of her body before him. Once again fingers twitched, gripping his hipbone just a little harder to make it known just how much she liked his offer. Nami's body was very much reacting to him in turn, pussy pulsing and throbbing between her legs. There was little doubt she was already soaked in a way that had nothing to do with the spray of water down both of their bodies.

“Oh, you would love that, wouldn't you? I'm not saying no, but… I had other ideas.” Before Law could protest, Nami's free hand mirrored the first. A half step back, she slid down the perfectly chiseled tattooed body to sink to her knees. “There's one more thing I wanted to give you first.”

A single bat of long lashes, Nami took Law's twitching member in her hand. Doe eyes offered a pleading look- daring him, really- to tell her no when she was already on her knees handling his cock.

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Umm so… I started crocheting.

I may never write or do anything else again.

Send help. And yarn.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ It was familiar. Everything from the scene unfolding around him (stream of water washing over his naked body, its warmth and the noise it made all but unnoticed on the outskirts of his mind) to the same way his pulse grew loud and fast in his ears as he admired her – exactly as it had done the last time they’d stood here.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And while the passage of time may have left its traces on both of them, there was one clear thing even months apart had not changed: Nami was as much the talker as she’d always been. It might almost have made him laugh to hear her pout and tease about the changes their estrangement had brought on him – if he weren’t so preoccupied with watching her while orbs of chestnut roamed his bare body before her. Though he wouldn’t admit it out loud, it filled the tattooed doctor with no little satisfaction to watch the redhead’s throat work and her lips part as she gave him her searching once-over. Pride that only fueled a growing excitement evident in far more than the twitching of eager fingers.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ But for this one given moment, Trafalgar Law was a man on a mission – and it left no room for jests or idle banter. Even as Law hummed his absent agreement (because of course there was no way any offspring of theirs would struggle in the looks department), he found himself stepping closer – directly into the stream of running water, and so close the hand that lifted to cradle Nami’s cheek ensured that at least her gaze lay solely above her collarbones. Whether her attention followed was another matter entirely, but there was little denying where his lay as he pulled her against him. Not with the physical evidence rousing against Nami’s hipbone. Nearly the mirror image of the touch she’d just trailed against his; it had earned the woman the stiffening of spine and one other appendage alike, and secured her the promise of all his attention as if she hadn’t had it from the moment he’d walked in to see her.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝You look as perfect as you always do,❞ came the low and gravelly answer, accompanied by the slow drag of his palm along her neck and the curve of her shoulder. ❝And this baby will be nothing short of a heart snatcher, I’m sure of it. But right now…❞ Law’s voice trailed off, amber eyes holding hers as his other hand came up to mirror the first now nestled along the curve of her waist. ❝Right now there’s only one person in the world I want to think about – so why don’t you stop fussing over that cute little bump where you’re growing our child, and let’s find out how worked up we can get it when I get you nice and worked up for me?❞

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ And in similar fashion to Nami’s teasing comment, Law cut her off before Nami had the chance to answer  - albeit in the form of tugging her hips against his and capturing her lips with his own before she could offer any protest about needing to wash up beforehand.

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Without so much of a glance over her shoulder, Nami felt eyes upon her as the predator slipped into the spray behind her. Allowing the man a moment to feel as if he has caught himself a prize (and he had), warm the warm water to soak sunset curls until they clung to her back. Not until she was positive she Law's attention did she turn slowly- as if she wouldn't have his undivided attention for the remainder of the shower- Nami could practically feel tattooed fingers twitch in anticipation behind her.

As it would turn out, the ginger's imagination did not do Law justice. A single glance over her shoulder was all it took to make her mouth go dry. He was muscular before, but something about the particular inability to eat breakfast without her presence over the last 3 months had done wonders for his physique. Here she was gaining weight while he was cutting weight- And boy, did it cut- Particularly the hip bones that jutted out, creating the perfect v that lead her vision downward.

It was no surprise how she ended up pregnant. They'd been in one another's presence in all of an hour… a little over an hour? And Law naked might as well have been a god chiseled in marble. “This is starting to feel very familair.” Fingers itched out and run a delicate hand along his tattooed chest with her low purr.

“But I have to say it's really not fair I look like this, while you…” Trailing off, fingers moved of their own accord until they brushed along his hip bone. “Look like this”

The last handful of words released in a single breath of something- pleasure? excitement? All of the above? Nami was a very lucky woman indeed, to not only have a man willing to forgive her, but one that looked like Law.

Before the man could think to respond, Nami found the next words tumble out. “There is no doubt we're going to make one very pretty baby.”

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Me, dramatic: It's been two weeks since I last wrote anything. I guess I am done writing forever, that was fun while it lasted.

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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Like a wolf on the prowl indeed, it was predatory intent that lent golden eyes an edge of sharp clarity amid the haze of desire which otherwise threatened to cloud them. Predatory intent – a certain feral… possessiveness - that only one person had ever managed to bring out in the aspiring surgeon, surged through him just as fervently as it had all those long weeks ago upon seeing the redhead returned to him once more.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ If anything, in fact, Nami’s absence and subsequent return seemed to have fueled his voracity further: now that he’d lost the redhead once, he was determined he’d never learn what it felt like to find himself without her a second time. And that was to say nothing of the unborn child she nurtured inside of her. That was a level of possessiveness Law himself would not come to understand for some time now; and in the given moment, it lay far away from his line of thinking.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Right now, Trafalgar Law had attention to devote to one thing only: the breathtaking, buxom woman before him looking for all the world (as chestnut orbs threatened to close and color crept into her cheeks) like there was nothing more she wanted than to feel his tattooed hands on her.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Another feeling he was far too familiar with. But just as quickly as the Nami he remembered resurfaced to demand all of it, she tore herself away from him, stepping out of arm’s length before he could reach out to drag her back again – and oh, did he consider it.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Yet despite the doctor’s own impatience, he made no move to stop her further. Especially when those clever fingers of hers lifted to remove that last scrap of fabric between her and the appreciative stare that followed immediately after. One knowing look and the toss of sunset waves over her shoulder, and the rest of the world was forgotten – from the baby and his intent to torment her before the mirror to the shower he’d taken before leaving the hospital for the night.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ Dainty black lace had hardly settled upon the tiles before his own clothes began to follow. The glass door, even if Nami had bothered to slide it shut in the first place, could not have finished its journey in its housings in the time it took him to strip and slip into its steamy confines behind her. Like a predator quite pleased with himself for cornering his prey, Law grinned as he stepped in to settle closer to her – though he made no move to touch her further.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ There would be time for all of it. Including seeing how long it would take for the redhead to wash up and return her attention to demanding those hands explore her curves. His own vague estimate was sometime before the suds swirled their way into the drainpipe.

‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ❝Interestingly enough,❞ he finally acknowledged, eyes sweeping over her naked body

They made a cute couple, the redhead noted while she watched their reflection in the mirror through thick, hooded lashes. Law was right- carrying his child did look good on her. Almost as good as his hands looked poised above her tits, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

A devil indeed, teasing her so when she'd been imagining this moment for weeks. Every time Nami touched herself, it was Law she imagined. She imagined the way he smelled long after his scent no longer clung to his shirt. She imagined his wolfish grin before he went for the kill and the way his eyes glazed over every time the shapely woman moaned out his name. Every time fingers curled inside her, it was his voice Nami coaxing her through each orgasm- Just like that- You like that don't you-

“Both-” A single word tumbled out in a moment of impatient longing. Far, far too long had Nami gone without the man's touch and now that she had it, her only wish was to selfishly have it all. "No- shower," Nami changed her mind quickly. As needy as she was, the small logical part of her brain knew she needed to shower- and not keep wasting water.

"Shower." Reluctantly hands grasped the man's, keeping them monetarily from playing with her incredibly sensitive nipples. During her previous visit Nami had been surprised to learn the man could make her come undone from playing with the pebbled peaks and nothing else, and now she was positive even the lightest of touches could have her vision going white.

"I want you to see all of me." Stepping away, fingers hooked into already soaked panties, letting them drop to the floor. A brief glance back was all that was offered before one foot after the other stepped out of them and into the shower, expecting the tattooed man to be very close behind.

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It was here, for the first time since he had joined her in the apartment’s tiny bathroom, that Law finally allowed his gaze to stray from the redhead’s- though not so soon as to miss wide eyes grow even rounder as Nami registered the clear intent of the palm trailing a pointed path upward along her silky skin.

And with that one little shudder - the shaky intake of breath in her anticipation for the surgeon to touch her exactly the way he so desperately wanted to - Law felt his own concerns begin to slip from his shoulders. Nami arched her back against him, and thoughts of apologies and returning to the living room were suddenly the furthest thing from the tattooed man’s mind; she reached to fumble with the clasp of one of the last two lacy garments that concealed her from him, and there might never have been a universe beyond her for the way golden irises remained laser-focused on the movement of those deft fingers.

Then the fabric fell away entirely, and he looked back to the mirror to fully appreciate the image she made before him. Hardly aware of the words that left Nami’s lips, for several long moments he simply surveyed her in silence. Neither speaking nor touching despite hands that longed to be filled with the fleshy mounds she’d just revealed to him. Just… watching. Surveying. Admiring the changes several months and a child growing inside her had made to the woman’s outside. His gaze crept steadily over every inch of Nami the reflection allowed him- throat growing drier with every passing second. He looked his wide-eyed companion, the future mother of his unborn child wreaking those changes within and outside her, over from top to bottom- from the last little scrap keeping her from being completely exposed before him to the vision she’d just granted him.

And speaking of rounder…

Unable to tear his appreciative stare away from the slightly fuller breasts she’d offered on display to him, Law fell short of meeting Nami’s look in the mirror again. Instead, he simply loosed a breathed he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Nodding almost absently, Law dragged a single tattooed digit in a circle along the swell of the breast beneath it, exploring her curves with wondering curiosity before he finally recalled how to string together the words necessary to answer her teasing comment.

“I do like those,” he admitted in a murmur. A lot, as it happened, but there was hardly a surprise there, was there? “In fact…” Law went on as if she’d responded to him in the thoughtful silence. A glint of mischief flashed in eyes grown hazy with longing as he finally looked up at her again in the mirror’s reflection.

Slowly, pointedly, he met Nami’s stare and held it as both hands settled neatly atop her breasts. They were so large now they barely fit in even his hot, skillful hands, but that didn’t stop him from kneading the gloves experimentally as he watched her.

“I like them so much I’m tempted to stand here and play with them until I’ve got your knees shaking so badly they can’t hold you up anymore. What do you think? Shall I get you clinging to me in the shower, or do you want to wait until you can collapse on my bed when your legs give out from under you?”

In a single glance of golden eyes Nami felt completely bare before Law. Moments before she had felt naked, but this was different… she felt seen. In return, she read the surgeon's expression as if no span of time had existed between them. From the moment they had laid eyes upon one another, there was a knowledge about one's character that need not be said.

Nami liked to think she was good at reading expressions- A mind reader and a witch, she would tease with a flash of pearly whites and a swish of long sunset locks over her shoulder. If that's what she was, what did that make him? A sorcerer- No, a devil with a wicked smile and death upon his fingers- but he was her devil. They were chained to one another, a bond between them that could not be tethered by time in space.

And though the expression upon Law's face told her everything she'd hoped he would read on it over the past hour, Nami would still find her way to apologize. Maybe not in words, but in other ways. Through making sure he ate before work and had a meal to come home to- The least she could do while she slept in his home and bed while the doctor saved lives- By washing the laundry and adding a plant or two to liven the already meticulously clean and organized space (truly a man after her own heart. there was nothing sexier than an organized home).

And if that wasn't enough… his soothing voice, telling her that it was going to all be okay now, followed by the sweetest kiss made her fall in love all over again. She didn't know what to say- couldn't possibly find the words to truly say what it all meant to her- what he meant to her- But she wanted to. She would not just show him, but learn to say the words that were the hardest to come by. Maybe not all at once, and maybe not in a way that made sense … to most people. But Law would understand, she was sure of it.

Face to face with her own reflection, Nami watched brown eyes go wide. Breath hitching, in the moment thinking tattooed hands were going to palm her breast. Involontary arching, Nami recognized the clear indication that the time for tears was long over as arousal took over. That was the problem with hormones, one second she was a sobbing mess and the next…

“Oh, well…” A single flutter of long lashes, lips quirked upward mirroring Law's. Prior to slipping into the bathroom, she was considering how she might ask Law to take a peek at her bump. That was before he'd helped himself… In reality, only a few minutes had passed, but it already felt like an eternity. Normally Nami might lament the waste of water, but now… it was the last thing on her mind.

“I think there's a few changes you're going to really like. Two, to be exact.” Reaching behind her, two flicks of her wrist was all that was needed to release her breasts from the black bra that contained them.