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Clean Start

Series: One Piece

Chapter: One Shot

Word Count: 2199

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Ace x Reader (YN)

Ace works hard. He deserves a little special something, something at the end of his day, doesn't he?

a.n.: This was supposed to be smut. Where's the smut, Lumi? It's all fluffy. I ordered this with smut! But it's covered in cute! Who said you could cover this in cute?! Oh, yeah. I did. Because I decided to write something hella self indulgent. Sue me.

“Hey, baby!” You heard Ace at the front door of your apartment. After working back to back twelve hour shifts for the last four days and coming home late, he wanted nothing more than to curl up with his favorite person in the world, “Finally free. Just you and me for the next…Where the hell are you?”

Little did he know, you were in the bedroom, waiting for him to come home. In nothing but a black silk robe he had gotten you for your birthday. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and couldn’t help but admire the reflection. Because let’s face it. That robe made you look incredible. And it only enhanced what was waiting for Ace underneath it.

“YN, where the hell did…” Ace stood in the doorway absolutely stunned. He wasn’t expecting you to be standing in the bedroom. Most certainly not like…that, “Oh…Hello.”

“Hi there,” you couldn’t wipe the smirk off your face if you wanted to. You had a plan. And part of that plan was waiting for both of you in the bathroom already. You knew when he’d get off. You knew how long it took him to get home. You even factored in a stop at the gas station for a slurpee. You couldn’t have timed it more perfectly.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure,” Ace pulled you into his hips, his arm resting in his lower back and his lips all over your neck, “of getting my girl like this?”

“I missed you, too,” you squirm under each little kiss with tingles shooting through your extremities, reveling in the smell of his sweat, “I figured you and I could do something together.”

“Oh, darling, I’m flattered,” Ace put a hand to his chest, “But I don’t think I got that in me.”

Mmhm. Keep thinking that, “I promise this couldn’t be any less strenuous. This is me taking care of everything.”

“Really?” Ace perked up, “Do tell, YN. Do tell. No, wait. Let me guess. Does it involve us leaving the house?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Alright,” Ace cocked a smile at you, “Does it involve you?”

“Yes…” You took his hands.

“Does it…” Ace thought a little harder, a little crease appearing in his forehead, “Does it involve…candle wax?”

“It could,” you shrugged him off, “But it doesn’t have to.”

“So, you’re not into trying the kinky shit tonight?”

“Ace!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” His laugh warmed you inside and he pulled you back into his chest, “It could involve candle wax, but it doesn’t have to. It involves you. Does it involve me, too?”

“Duh,” you rolled your eyes at him. Yes. That’s yours. You willingly chose him. You looked into those big, beautiful, lost puppy eyes of his and he had you hooked.

“And…” Ace gently tugged at your robe tie, “Does it also involve me getting to see what’s under here?”

“Of course,” you were already helping Ace peel his shirt off. And you were fighting every urge in your body to playfully nip at his beautifully chiseled chest.

“I thought I was unwrapping my present,” Ace pouted out his bottom lip, “I don’t remember where you said you got to get at me, too.”

“It’s part of it,” you assured him as you pulled on his belt buckle.

“I don’t know where you’re going with this, baby girl,” Ace picked your chin up, getting one more kiss out of you, “But I think I’ll like it.”

“That’s the idea…” You kept fiddling with his belt buckle and slowly pulled it through the loops before taking him toward the bathroom. The sweet smell of vanilla filled the room with hints of nectarine. And the temperature had gone up a few degrees.

And that’s when Ace started to piece things together, “YN, you little minx.”

“Yes?” You started to undo your robe tie, but you still kept your robe closed as you stepped into the warm water in the bathtub.

“I had all intentions of showering anyway,” Ace looked you over, more than ready to sink his teeth into you, “Are you suggesting a bath? Just the two of us?”

“If that’s alright with you.” You took your robe off for him, showing off a little for Ace, “Come on, baby…Don’t make me sit in here all by myself.”

“And why in the hell would I ever do something like that?” Ace couldn’t get his clothes off faster. Granted, taking a bath wasn’t his ideal way of spending his Friday night, but he couldn’t tell you no. Of course not. To say Ace worshiped you would be an understatement. He loved every inch of you. Every imperfection, every scar, every little freckle, every curve. He wanted all of it. Once he was naked, he poked at your back, “I’d be happy to. Move up a bit, babe. Let me in.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” you weren’t budging. You had something much better in mind, “I’m not going to be the little spoon. You get to be little spoon.”

“Me?” Ace laughed a bit, “Cute, YN. Seriously, move up.”

You still weren’t going anywhere. And your act of stubbornness did not go unnoticed.

“YN…” Ace gave you that look. That one look that made you know there was about to be a large hand colliding with your ass very soon. Anything he could do to make you behave. And yet, you still didn’t move. Fortunately, Ace didn’t have the energy in him to put up a fight. And he caved so quickly as he climbed into the tub with you, “Fine. If this is how you’re going to be, then I’m only going to be worse.”

“That’s the spirit,” you wrapped your arms around him and immediately, the tension in Ace’s body melted away.

“Mmmm…” Ace shut his eyes for just a moment, taking in your warmth, the pillowy softness in your boobs he gladly rested his head on, “You spoil me.”

“You think I spoil you?” You kissed the top of his head, “I haven’t even started to spoil you. I’m just letting you acclimate first. Then, I can spoil you.”

“I’m so lost…” But he didn’t care. He trusted your judgments and your process. If it meant him having skin on skin contact with you and it made you happy, he’d be fine.

“It’s a good thing you have me then, isn’t it?”

“My little light in the dark,” Ace nuzzled his face in what he affectionately referred to as the valley and gently nipped at your chest.

It wasn’t the first time Ace had called you this. But it warmed you inside all the same as if it were. The thought of being his light got to you. The thought of being the center of his universe was the absolute best. And if he needed you to be his light, then his light you would gladly be. You reached over the side of the bathtub into the wicker basket you kept the soaps in and grabbed a bottle of shampoo. Because the moment Ace brought a bottle of 3-in-1 into your house, it didn’t even make the trash can. It splattered in the parking lot outside your apartment. And never again, you declared. Never again would such atrocities enter your home again.

And your fingers ended up tangled in his dark, wet hair. At first, he wasn’t sure what you were doing. He even had that look in his eyes that told you all you needed to know. But much like when you were trying to get him in the bathtub in the first place, he didn’t have the energy to fight you on anything. You knew he hated doing it himself anyway, so why not make life easier for him? That’s what you did. He comes home tired, beyond the point of exhaustion, falling apart at the seams. You lick his wounds. You knew far too much about what he’s been forced to endure. Much like the bottle of 3-in-1 he brought into your home, you told yourself never again. That he deserved so much better.

You knew deep down you were doing a good job when the bathwater never went cold. His fingers shooting off little bits of heat kept it from going cold. And those low, controlled pulses only came out when Ace was perfectly content. Once you finished rinsing his hair out, you noticed him hardly flinch at the water. You looked down at Ace and he was sleeping like a baby. Like a peaceful little angel. And a special glow radiated from his cheeks. You would do everything in your power to protect that peace. But once you went through a bout of conditioner and a little bit of moisturizer for his dry and severely windburned cheeks, you knew you had to do it. You had to wake him. There was no way in hell you’d be able to carry Ace out of the bathtub. As much as you loved to think you had that kind of upper body strength, that wasn’t going to happen.

“Ace…” you spoke gently. The last thing you wanted to do was cause him any alarm, “Ace…Baby…Baby…Ace…Babe…You need to get off me. You’re crushing lefty and it hurts like hell.”

“Mmm…” Ace still didn’t move. Not because he was still asleep. He was far too comfortable. All he did was move his head off your boob.

“Ace…” You knew this would happen. You knew it was going to happen this way. And you needed a better way to motivate him. And right now, only one thing would work. You got down in his ear and put on the soft, sweet little voice that drove him crazy, “I can’t hold my breath underwater for long.”

“Did I nod off?” Ace blinked the sleep out of his eyes, “I could’ve sworn I was awake.”

“Nope,” you kissed his cheek, “Not that I don’t love this, Ace, but we should probably think about heading to bed.”

“What gave you that idea?” Ace mumbled into your cleavage, still half asleep.

“Come on,” you nudged him off you and reached for a couple towels, “You and I need to go to bed. We got shit going on tomorrow.”

“Really?” Ace looked at you strangely. He didn’t remember making any plans. He didn’t remember you clearing anything with him. Unless it was while he was totally not asleep, “I kind of thought it’d be just the two of us and Saturday morning cartoons.”

“I mean, obviously,” you agreed, “But that’s just tomorrow morning.”

“Did you go to the store today?” Ace crossed his fingers.

“And found the sugariest box of cereal on the shelf,” you assured him, “Because you’re a fucking child.”

“If it doesn’t have any sugar, it has no taste,” Ace argued, “And if it doesn’t have any taste, it defaults to cardboard. Don’t give me that shit.”

“Come on,” you nudged him out of the bathtub.

“Fine, fine,” Ace got out of the bathtub and you threw him a towel, “Saturday morning cartoons aside, what else do we have going on tomorrow?”

“We’re going to have to make another trip to the grocery store,” you told him, “Because it’s been too long since the three of you were in one place.”

“Wait…” Ace felt around in his drawer for a pair of boxers, “Are you saying…?”

“I am saying,” you nodded, “The boys are in town.”

“Hell yeah!” Ace’s energy levels started to shoot back up, “It feels like ages since I’ve seen Luffy and Sabo. I miss them. How did you know they were coming into town?”

“You act like we don’t keep in touch,” you giggled a little, putting your own pajamas on. A light blue negligee would do. It was one of your favorites. And definitely one of Ace’s, too, “Sabo called and said he’d be around. And it wasn’t long after that I heard from Luffy. So, we need to make a trip to the store tomorrow. Because there’s no way in hell we have enough to feed everyone.”

“YN, look me in the eye,” Ace stared blankly at you, “Do we ever have enough to feed everyone?”

“That’s on Luffy.”

“That is on Luffy. Kid’s got a hell of an appetite on him. Shit’s hereditary.”

“Is it really?”

“You’ve never seen Garp eat before, have you?” Ace asked.

“Can’t say I have.” You don’t even really remember meeting Garp. He wasn’t someone Ace wanted to introduce you to. You were too special.

“Trust me,” Ace assured you, “It’s a hereditary thing. But on a less infuriating note, do you think we could go to bed now? Because the sooner we go to bed, the sooner…other things can happen.”

“Really?” you crawled into bed next to him, “And by other things…What could those…other things be?”

“Clearly, cartoons, YN. What else?”

“You’re a disaster,” you rolled over, “Good night.”

“Hey, hey…” Ace draped an arm around you, “Where do you think you’re going, young lady?”

“Sleep. If that’s alright with you.”

“Actually,” Ace pulled you closer into his chest, “That sounds wonderful.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Yep. This was the one.

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