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thewildomega · 4 years

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Star in the Sand Ch.4

Making your way up the steps of your home you let out a little whimper as you opened the door and stepped inside. Not hearing anything or seeing any lights on you assumed Crocodile was sleeping already. Good you really didn't want him to see you like this. Walking down the hallway with your head lowered you rubbed your face but stopped and knit your brows when you noticed your bathroom light on. Rounding the corner you quickly flushed red and turned on heel. "Why are you taking a bath in my bathroom?" you asked, hearing the sound of the water moving a small amount.

"You are the one that said a bath might help with migraine." he said in a normal deep voice, staying where he was. Seeing her keep her back to him he smirked at how flustered she was, had she never seen a naked man before?

"Yes well I didn't mean in my bathtub." you said.

"You expect me to fit in that small one in there? Besides I didn't think you would be home so early." he said. Tilting his head a bit as he finally took notice of her stiff stance and wrinkled clothing.

Sighing you turned back but kept your eyes up as you reached to grab your bathing supplies and razor. Going to walk to the guest bathroom to shower you froze when his hand grabbed your wrist in a tight but not painful grip.

Furrowing his brows at the dark mark along her cheek he saw as her face turned away from him more. "You are hurt." His voice came out lower and more caring than he had ever heard it.

"I'm fine." you assured him, pulling your hand out of his grasp and walking out of the room. Going to the guest bathroom you shut and locked the door, sitting your stuff down on the edge of the tub. Looking under your lashes at your reflection in the mirror you saw the darkening bruise along your left cheek and temple, bringing your fingers up you gently poked the area and winced. Letting out a heavy sigh you looked down and started removing your clothes to take a quick shower. By the time you were done you no longer saw the light on in your bathroom and wrapped a towel around yourself before moving to your bedroom to put on your pajamas. As soon as you could you crawled into your bed and burrowed yourself under the covers. While you were hungry, having not eaten lunch or dinner you didn't feel like cooking. Hopefully Crocodile could manage his own supper tonight. Thinking back to the sight of his bare chest you bit your lip, he was a muscled man and you had taken notice of the small dusting of hair on his chest. You wondered how it felt, if it was soft or coarse or somewhere in the middle. Swallowing hard you closed your eyes and shook your head, nuzzling into your pillow, there was no reason to think like that.

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He had been waiting in the living room for her but she never came back out after her shower. Glancing to the time he saw it was only nine, he hadn't eaten yet and he doubted she had either. From what he had took notice of she didn't really eat that much, she seemed to forget most days. Standing he moved to the refrigerator and looked for something he could cook. Seeing beef, he rose a brow, he could work with that. Slicing the beef into thin strips he cooked them with onions and some other things before spooning it over the rice. Leaving it to cool on the counter he made them both a cup of tea and then walked down the hallway to her room. Knocking lightly on the door he didn't hear anything at first but then a small noise met his ears and he opened the door. Looking towards the bed he saw a small lump under the covers and furrowed his brows. "Come eat." he said but she didn't move. Crossing his arms over his chest he walked over to the side of the bed she was on and looked down at her. "I know you are not sleeping."

"Yes I am."

Rolling his eyes he let out a deep sigh, "I don't cook very often and I damn sure have never cooked for a woman before so you better get your ass in there and eat. We can watch that Dracula movie." he told her, his voice deep and firm, leaving no room for discussion. She laid there for a few seconds longer than needed before she finally stood and walked to the kitchen with him right behind her.

Looking down at the bowl and tea you grinned softly. "Thank you." you told him and heard him grunt in acknowledgement. Eating your meals in a peaceful silence you kept your eyes down, until he finally spoke.

"What happened to you?" he asked, his eyes looking over the bruise on her face with hard eyes.

"Just a little misunderstanding." you said without looking up.

Dropping his eyes to her darkened knuckles he knew it had been more than a little misunderstanding but if she didn't want to talk about it he wouldn't push the subject. Still though, it angered him to know someone had hit her, that someone had hurt her. Swallowing the food in his mouth he lifted his chin, "How old are you?"

A little shocked by his sudden personal question you glanced up at him. "Twenty-eight."

He would have guessed twenty three. He was sixteen years her senior. "When is your birthday?" Humming when she told him he narrowed his eyes, "Since you did not inquired about my own age or birthday I am guessing you already know." he said and saw her give him a small grin. Flickering his eyebrows he lifted the lat bite of rice to his mouth, "Well go on, I'll give you two free questions." He said, thinking he already knew what she would ask.

Humming you steered your bowl, lifting a piece of meat and rice to your mouth, "Where were you born?"

A little shocked he took a deep breath, "In the East blue, Conomi Islands." he told her and saw her eyes go wide.

"What?"

"You and Nami are from the same place." you said.

Grunting he grabbed his cup of tea, "Next question." This had to be it.

"What's your favorite color?"

Okay now he was shocked. Those were not the questions he was expecting. Seeing her still waiting for an answer he let out breath, "I like blue, like the sea...." ...like your eyes, he thought but didn't say. Seeing her give him her usual soft grin he felt that fluttering in his chest and took a deep breath, "Movie." he said and saw her nod before she got up and took both of their empty bowls to the sink.

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It was day thirteen and he had decided to go back to the bar with her for the day, wanting to get out of her house and also keep an eye on her, even though he would never tell her as much. At the beginning of the night things went rather slow and they both played games of chess to help the time go by. They had even made another game out of it, with every piece the other took they were allowed to ask one question. He had a desire to know more about her, things he had never bother learning about people he encountered before. Taking her piece he set it to the side, "Tell me something about my world that I may not know." he said.

Humming you looked over the pieces left on the board. "Luffy is Garp's grandson."

"I already know that, obvious really, they are both stubborn and act like fools." he said.

"Okay. Luffy is Dragon's son." you tried, moving your piece to take his knight.

Now that he didn't know. "The revolutionary leader?" he asked and heard her hum.

"What's your favorite thing to eat?"

"Crocodile meat with tomatoes." he said and heard her laugh.

Hearing the door open you looked up to greet the person when a familiar face met yours.

Noticing her face fall he knit his brows and looked behind him to see a small group of people coming in, one man was in the front with a small smirk on his face and one arm thrown over a woman's shoulder who was sporting a busted lip and black eye. Turning back to see Nina, y/n's co-worker walking by.

"I'll get them y/n." she said.

Looking over y/n's annoyed face he rose a brow, "That the one you had your 'misunderstanding' with?" he asked. Hearing her grunt and grab the whiskey bottle from under the counter he was expecting her to refill his own glass but to his surprise she made herself a small tumbler and downed it in one go. "How did that whore do that to you?" he asked, nodding to the fading bruise she had tried to cover with makeup.

Sighing you looked at him, "She hit me with a beer bottle when I was coming back in from taking out trash." you grumbled. "I don't even know what I did." you shrugged.

Gritting his teeth he glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye. She wore a short skirt and shirt that showed her stomach and far too much cleavage to be even remotely considered classy. In all honesty she reminded him of a woman one would see at the brothels back in his world. His y/n ... No, not his...Y/N didn't dress like that, other than the one time they had went canoeing he had never seen her wear anything that showed a lot of skin. Most of the time she wore a pair of pants and a long sleeved blouse. Well the other night she had worn a pair of shorts and a T- shirt but even then it had a high collar. Taking a deep breath he saw her move to help Nina with the order for their table.

Turning back around once you had helped Nina get the drinks onto the tray you saw Rob walking over with a big goofy smile on his face. "No Rob, before you even ask the answer is still no."

"Oh come on good lookin' I ain't even said anything yet." he said, taking a seat at the bar. "What's wrong? Why you look so grrr." he said, scratching at the air.

Watching y/n walk to the end of the bar to refill the other customers drinks he rose a brow. "Maybe she doesn't wish to be annoyed by little pests like you." Crocodile said as he sipped at his drink.

Looking to the man he waved his hand. "Naw man, y/n loves me. She just don't know it yet."

"Of course she does." he grumbled.

"Hey star look, you know how they say you are what you eat?" he said and saw her set the beer in front of him. "Well baby I could be you by morning." he grinned, giving her a wink.

Scoffing you rolled your eyes and walked away.

Shaking his head he let out a growl. This man couldn't take no for an answer. For the next hour he listened as the man repeatedly tried to win y/n over with horrible pick up lines. Although, he could see her grinning slightly at some of them and wondered if the man was only doing this to annoy her into forgetting her problems.

"Okay Starlight what about this one... Are you a pirate?"

Catching his attention he looked at the man with slightly narrowed eyes as he sipped his drink.

"...Because I got a lot of semen waiting for you." he finished.

Almost choking on his drink he heard everyone else laughing and saw y/n looking up at the ceiling.

"What is wrong with you?" you asked.

"You baby, but I tell you what, let's go to the parking lot for a few minutes and then when we get back I'll be all better." he grinned, finishing his beer.

Shaking your head you took the bottle and tossed it into the trash, "Goodnight Rob."

Sighing he stood and paid for his beers, "Alright fine, you just keep playing hard to get." he said playfully before walking towards the door.

Making sure the an was gone he looked towards y/n and stood. "I am going out." he told her, taking the cigar she had bought him out of his pocket and seeing her nod.

Watching him leave you made your round at the bar when Nina walked over.

"Hey y/n I'm going to go out for my break okay, do you want anything from Jim's?" Nina asked.

Shaking your head you saw her nod and then leave through the back. Washing the few glasses out and sticking them in the dishwasher you grabbed the cleaning cloth and spray, going to start washing down tables when a banging filled the bar.

"Can we get some service?!"

Cutting your eyes over to the pool tables you saw the group from earlier standing around snickering and smiling as the trashy woman called for you. Gritting your teeth you walked over to the tables, plastering a small grin on your face. "What can I get you?"

"I would like a cockta..."

"How about you doll?" the man asked, cutting off the woman and making her lips give a small pout.

Turning your head up to the man you dropped your fake grin, "Try again." you told him.

Wrapping his arm around her waist he pulled her flush to him and smirked, "Come on girl, let me show you a good time."

Shoving on his chest you growled, "I'm not interested. Now are you going to order or are you just going to sit around and waste my time."

Raising his lip in a snarl he grabbed her wrist "Don't get lippy girl."

Feeling your temper flare you snatched your hand from him and went to walk away, "Go fuck yourself." you hissed but stopped short when something hit your back making you fall forward and let out a cry of pain.

"Pathetic bitch." he said, tossing down the pool cue.

Panting you opened your eyes and looked down to see the cue beside you on the floor. Grabbing it you pushed yourself to stand and swung the cue through the air.

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He had been sitting on the bench outside, smoking his cigar when he heard a feminine cry from inside the bar followed by the sound of something wooden hitting the ground. Feeling an odd sensation in his chest he stood and tapped out the cigar before quickly heading in. Opening the door he swept his eyes across the floor, when his eyes locked on his target he saw her swinging one of the pool cues, smacking the man in the legs and knocking his feet out from under him. Next thing he knew the others were rushing forward and y/n started trying to fight them all off. Hurrying over he saw one of the men swinging a knife towards her and quickly grabbed his hand, twisting it quickly and hearing it break. Throwing him down he witnessed as y/n punched the woman in the face, knocking her unconscious with one hit. Giving the other man a hard look he saw him back up and move to grab his friend. Before too long the whole bar was cleared out and he looked back to y/n to see her dropping the pool cue back on top of the table. Watching as she walked over to one of the chairs and sat down he took notice of her pained expression and frowned. "Are you alright?" he asked.

Leaning over you placed your face in your hands and nodded, "I'm sorry."

"Whatever for?" he asked. Moving towards her he noticed the stiffness of her back and curled his pointer finger under the hem of her shirt. Lifting it up some he felt her tense and saw her try to quickly sit up but he placed his other arm on her shoulder to still her. Tilting her head to look over the large purple welt across her lower back he grit his teeth, a growl rumbling in his throat.

Blushing you pulled down your shirt and gently grabbed hold of his left forearm. "Thank you for helping me."

Feeling a warming in his chest at her gentle touch he quickly cleared his throat and straightened his back. Pulling away his arm and hand he sighed, "Yes well I couldn't let them beat you too badly, how would we get back to your home tonight." he said and saw her give a tired grin before she was pushing herself to stand.

Cleaning up the bar and explaining to Nina what had happened when she got back you were not surprised by the sheriff that showed up as you went to close. Gritting your teeth as he questioned everything that had happened and then your part of the story you backed up as he reached for you, saying he needed to see what had 'supposedly' started the fight. Thankfully Nina had quickly offered to show the man the video and he finally dropped his hand but stared at you longer than needed.

He had sat in his normal seat as the two women spoke to the man who y/n had explained to him was kind of like a marine. The man who had to be in his late fifties looked at y/n with an unsettling look and from here he could hear how he seemed to question everything she said, asking if she was sure that was what really happened. When he reached out to grab her he noticed the woman take a step back and stiffen up. The male made her uncomfortable, that much was clear and as Nina spoke up he grit his teeth at how long the man remained staring over y/n.

Once the sheriff had watched the video he had only grunted and told you that he would take care of it. Deciding not to push the matter only because you wanted to get as far away from him as possible you nodded and moved to lock up. Thankful Crocodile was here as the sheriff seemed to linger close to you.

"I suspect you'll be going up the mountain tomorrow evening for that meteor shower?" he asked in a raspy voice.

Humming you locked the door to the bar and quickly moved away from him and unconsciously more beside Crocodile.

"Well you be careful, never know what might happen when you're up there all by yourself, when no one else is around." he said, his voice growing deeper.

"She won't be alone." Crocodile growled, taking a step forward and staring down the man.

Smiling he looked up at the man, "I'm sorry I don't believe we have met. I'm Sheriff Jones and you are?"

Raising a brow at the man's outstretched hand he rose his chin, "Crocodile."

"Like the dangerous reptile?" he huffed, dropping his hand.

Smiling he stared into the man's eyes, "Precisely." Seeing the man's smile drop he stood back straight and glanced down at y/n, his eyes softening, "Are you ready my dear?" he asked and saw her nod.

"I'd be careful if I were you boy, that one there is trouble, ain't you girl?" he huffed with a smirk.

Seeing y/n's eyes drop he felt his rage taking over but knew if anything was done he would just cause her more trouble. So instead he smiled, "I tend to enjoy trouble and mayhem." the look on the man's face making him want to laugh. Walking her to her side of the truck he made sure she got in okay before walking around to his own, casting one last look at the sheriff before getting in.

Driving away you finally let out a deep breath and licked your dry lips, "Thank you... for tonight and with him." you said in a soft voice just loud enough for him to hear.

Furrowing his brows he looked to her, "What did he mean by you were trouble?" he asked, ignoring her thanks.

Taking a deep breath you kept your eyes on the road. "I've had run ins with the law before, nothing too serious, stealing food and other little stuff like that, when I was younger. He has been the sheriff for years and we've never gotten along." you told him.

He had a feeling she didn't want to talk about this anymore right now so he let it go, he would try again another time. "So what is so special about this meteor shower?" he asked and saw her smile.

"The Lyrid meteor shower. The best view is from the top of the mountain, you can see up to 18 meteors an hour." you told him.

Not being able to stop his grin at how much her eyes seemed to light up at the mention of the event he hummed. "And how exactly do we get up the mountain?" he asked.

"Hike." you said and heard him grumble. "I'll buy you another cigar..."

"Deal." he said and heard her giggle.

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"How did I let you talk me into this?" he asked in a deep voice as he walked with her up the mountain trail.

"We are almost there." you smiled.

"I should have asked for two cigars." he grumbled.

"Hiking is good for your heart." you told him and only heard him huff.

"So are pinto beans but that doesn't mean I am going to start eating them." he told her.

Grinning you scaled the last bit of trail and stood at the top of the mountain, looking out over the land below with a contempt smile.

Looking over the landscape he had to admit it was rather peaceful. Following y/n to the flat area he saw her sit down and let out a sigh before he lowered himself down to sit on her left.

Taking your book bag off you unzipped the pocket and held out his cigar, watching him smile as he took it, lighting the end and exhaling a cloud of smoke. Sitting a thermos of coffee beside him you saw him raise a brow but lift it up none the less.

"Coffee?"

"Figured it might help keep us warm." you shrugged.

Yes it was fairly chilly up here but his thick fur coat kept him warm. Looking down at y/n he took notice of her wearing a simple pair of jeans, boots and her own jacket that wasn't all that thick. He wondered if she was cold. Seeing her drawing something in her sketch book he looked over her hands and noticed they were a bit pale. Biting his cigar he considered giving her his own coat but before he could say anything she gasped lightly and looked up as the first meteor shot across the sky.

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Watching the meteor shower with her, they both sat in a comfortable silence. She had drawn the event in her sketch pad perfectly and he had been amazed by her talent, having not seen her work before now. More often than not his eyes drifted down to her out of the corner of his eyes, finding her wondrous look more entertaining than the sky. He could see the reflections of light in her eyes and grinned, "Starlight." stiffening when he realized he had said it out loud.

Hearing him say 'Starlight' you broke your eyes from the sky and looked up instead into his two silver eyes, feeling a strong warmth radiate through your chest. Blinking you felt his finger brush yours, your heart beating like a hammer in your chest. When something red caught your eye you looked beside him to see smoke, red smoke. Furrowing your brows you sat up straight, "What is that?" you asked.

Looking around them as the smoke encircled them both he snapped his head this way and that. What the hell?

"Crocodile?" you called as a harsh wind started blowing around you both, blocking off any sound. Going to stand you felt a shock of sorts on your hand as you tried to push through the smoke and let out a small yelp.

"Y/n!?" he yelled, wrapping his arm around her to pull her away from the smoke. Before another word could be said the ground was gone from under them and they were falling.

Screaming you felt as he held you tightly, the wind blowing your hair wildly.

There was a flash of light and then he landed hard on his back, letting out a small 'ooff' as y/n landed on top of his chest.

Realizing the both of you were no longer falling you opened your eyes and looked at the wooden walls and floor. Feeling warmth beneath you you turned your head and blushed when you saw you were in fact laying on top of Crocodile. "I'm so sorry." you apologized, scrambling off of him.

Pushing himself up he looked around the familiar place and then at the woman who was snapping her head around in all directions. Her bag and it's contents were scattered around them, the table and two chairs from before were there but the candle was no longer lit and the witch didn't appear to be here either.

"What just happened? Where are we? Crocodile..." you asked, your heart and breathing erratic.

Holding up his hand he watched it turn to sand and smiled. He was back.

Your eyes went wide when you saw his hand and wrist turn to sand. Suddenly it all sunk in and you couldn't breath. Crawling over to your bag you started shoving things inside. "Oh no. No, no, no, no!" you yelled. Zipping it up you stood. "This can't be happening." you mumbled. Looking around the small, dusty room you started jumping, "Hello? Smoke stuff you can take me back now. I don't belong here." you said to the air, looking down at your feet and hoping to see the red smoke start up again.

Standing he looked around the room before looking back to y/n when he heard her panicked voice. Walking over to her he grabbed her shoulder to stop her from jumpping. When two scared blue eyes looked up to him he furrowed his brows.

"Why isn't it working? Why did I get brought back with you?" you asked him in a soft, scared voice.

"I don't know." he told her.

Shaking your head you swallowed hard, "I can't be here." you whispered.

"It will be alright..."

"How can you say that? I'm stuck here with nothing, I don't even know where we..."

"If you recall, I was the same way when I came to your world." he said quickly, his voice deep. Still seeing worry in her eyes he sighed and rubbed her shoulder with his thumb, "Now it seems it is my turn to repay the same kindness you offered me."

Shaking your head you kept looking in his eyes as it made you feel a little better. "I didn't ask for this, I didn't expect anyth..."

"I know." Softening his eyes he looked to her, "Will you trust me?" he asked. When she nodded he let out a sigh, his chest being filled with pride. "I will not let anything happen to you, you have my word." he said in a deep voice. Standing back straight he looked around the shack, finding the door. Leading her to it he twisted the knob and then peeked out to see the street mostly empty, the sky just as dark as the night he left. "Come on, you stay by me alright." he said and saw her nod again as they walked away from the hut. Peeking back he saw no sign in the front yard like there had been and furrowed his brows but said nothing. Placing his hand on her lower back he led her towards the inn he had been going to that night, hoping Bonez was still there.

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madlymiho · 5 years

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We're celebrating a special day today, the birthday of one of the greatest person I have ever met! @all-blue-headcanons, my lovely friend, I have a special something for you!

I don't have enough words to tell you how important you are in my life, because for months now, you have been nothing but a fantastic friend, even when things were tough and complicated in our respective lives. You're probably the strongest person I know, and I just have the deepest respect for your incredible nature, and that big golden heart of yours! Because yes, my sweet Blue, you truly have one and you deserve all the best things in the world! Happy birthday, my darling 💖

Mhmh!!! Since you have already made such a fantastic alphabet for the incredible Crocodile, I've decided to honor another of your favorite character, this lovely ginger-head man who truly deserves more of the spotlights too 😋

X-Drake NSFW Alphabet : ALL THE LETTERS

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Drake is particularly attentive when it comes to the end of your sexy moment. He’s often very sensitive to your needs, and will do everything to make you feel comfortable. As soon as he breaks the shell around his natural shyness, Drake is someone rather careful and kind. He might doesn’t know what you want, so be prepared to get a lot of questions in your first times, until he properly analyzes how you work and what do you prefer. Water, blankets, food, towel, books, perhaps a bath? He really doesn’t mind to leave the bed to get you something.

But what Drake prefers are the cuddles after your intercourse. He’s still in a pretty sexy mood for a while, and he definitely craves to feel your body. He loves to see both of your bodies almost flushed together, even if you’re all dirty, and the natural warmness of your skin is something which somehow reassure him a lot, and most of the time, your aftercare moments are always about his big arms rolled around your waist and his mouth hidden in the crook of your neck.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Drake is pretty proud of his chest. He loves to see the look you give him whenever he walks bare chest - which is always - and he often smirks and blushes, knowing perfectly that you are sensitive to his charm. After all, there’s something animal, almost primal within him, and you crave to feel the softness of his torso under your touch, whenever you start to get kinky in your shared bedroom.

However, when it comes to you, Drake is a little bit of a perv, and he can’t control himself. He loves everything about your beauty, yes that’s a fact, but when you walk in front of him, he only looks at your rear, and already imagines the many things he could do to it. He also has a certain interested in your breasts, and definitely, you can feel his hungry stare when you’re wearing a something with a revealing cleavage.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Oohhh Drake tastes really good. Even if he likes to have his booze from time to time, it’s not an usual habit because of his father. He tends to be really careful to what can give him addiction, so he’s not a drunkard and it’s perhaps for the best. His alimentation is very correct for a pirate, and he doesn’t mind eating veggies, fishes, meats and all good dishes for his body. He takes care of himself since he’s still young but also mature, and doesn’t really appreciate to overeat during fests. He’s content with many ailments, which gives him a very creamy cum, but not so bitter and pretty nice to swallow.

But oh, dear. When it comes to the bedroom, Drake’s inner instincts are quite wild and it might surprise you at first. He’s a bit messy in the sheets, and frankly obsessed with the idea to have this strange power to ravage you, so most of the time, when he’s really in a very intense session, he begs you to cum on your breasts or just at your entrance, so he can see the drops of his seed dripping along your thighs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Drake dirtiest secret is pretty simple, but for him it’s really something flustering. He loves you very much and he tends to get slightly addicted to you, especially when you’re not around to satisfy his needs. So Drake has many many, maaaany pictures of you, and some particular parts of your body, hidden in the drawer of his desk, in his captain’s cabin. All those pictures have some white spots on them… because yes, he often jerks himself off on them whenever you’re far from him. Hopefully, you won’t ever find them, but he’s not really proud about it!

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Drake is quite a normal experienced man for a 33 years old man. He didn’t had many girlfriends in his life, but he has some experience with one night stands, and other meaningless short relationships, especially when he was still in the Marine. So he knows what he’s doing, despite his shy nature, and the fact that it’s still complicated for him to flirt with a woman.

Yet, when Drake is with you in the bed, you better be certain that he knows what he’s doing. He often works by instinct, but most of the time, you are always satisfied by his pace, his positions, and the sweet things he whispers in your ears. He forgets everything about his flaws and his fears during these moments, embracing entirely who he is, and what he can make you feel. So you’re a really lucky woman! Drake knows what pleases you, and he’s generous and kind enough to make you reach the Seventh Heavens each time you have sex together.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Alrighhhht, it’s time to dig a little bit more in which positions are often use by your sexy ginger-head lover. And it’s not certainly the most common ones! Yes, Drake likes to explore, to feel you deeper, closer, and thanks to his Zoan nature, his wildness is really something present in your sexy moments.

First, you need to know that Drake is a top. He would never really give you the power in bed, even if he lets you take the lead, from time to time. Perhaps it’s a bit because of his manly character, or something more shameful, but he would aways prefer to pin you hard against the mattress. He likes to have you all wrapped around his body, your breasts always brushing his chest during his thrusts so he can appreciate their softness, if not playing with them. There’s also something very hot in the crab position, where he knows you can’t really move and just takes him, fully, his eyes seeing every emotion on your face, while he can kiss you passionately.

However, Drake got really something with the positions where he can take you from behind, since he can go really deep inside of you, and makes you moan for him. He appreciates to put all his weight on your body, trapping you under his ferocious thrusts, as you’re able to touch yourself if you’re willing to. Of course, when he really wants to be in charge, and feels all the power he has on you, you better be certain that you’re going to do the downward dog position.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Drake is not the most goofy person you’ll encounter for a sexy session. First, he already needs to get into it. I mean, seducing a woman? Letting her see the ravenous fire on his cheeks whenever he tries to have a word with her? It’s a damn adventure! So no, Drake is quite old school in the sheets! Plus, Drake shares his nature with a primal carnivorous beast with wild and dangerous behaviors… Sex is nothing but a natural inner need, so, no, he doesn’t really joke about it and wouldn’t appreciate to hear some jokes as he pounds inside of you. It would only disturb him, and you don’t want to face a pissed off dino!!

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Yes, the carpet definitely matches the drapes! Drake is a beautiful ginger man, and you’ll definitely fine some lovely orange hair in his underwear, even if they are slightly darker than the ones of his head.

Yet, even if Drake has a quite good hygiene - at least he showers once a day - he’s not particularly found of getting rid of his hair! He doesn’t like to shave this area, and would do the strict minimum to keep it clean and not too hairy for you. But don’t ask him to shave the entire thing, he would never agree! Drake is proud of his hair, he feels manly, and wouldn’t like to look like a young teenage boy. He’s a man, okay?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It really depends on the mood of your intercourse, and why you’re having sex at the moment!

If it’s a quicky, Drake isn’t really romantic. It must be intense, quick, passionate, so he’s not going to be really careful with you. As soon as he’s entirely sure that you can take him all (we’ll talk about it but wow wow what a cock!), he’s going to pound hard and even talk dirty.

Same scenario would happen if your intimate session if for a roleplay, or a sort of bedroom reconciliation moment after an argument. He needs to make you moan, and sweat hard, and there’s no place for romance when he’s still slightly angry about your behaviors…

However, Drake could be very romantic from time to time. He also appreciates to be tender with you, slowly rocking his hips as he kisses you, whispering your name in the crook of your neck. He likes those particular moments when the two of you have been separated for a while, creating this intense need to feel you intensely, and deeply.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Dear god, what an intense need we have here! Yes, it’s a thing, but Drake likes to masturbate. He’s doing it at least everyday, starting his early morning routines by a long shower where he beats his meat to get rid of any kind of frustration. It’s easy for him to get hard ; he only needs to remember your bouncing body on his cock, and pouf, you have a massive boner here! He tends to have a certain obsession with all kind of sexual things, and he definitely doesn’t want to think about shoving his dick inside of you all the time, especially when he’s about to have a rough and serious day!

Plus, it’s also a way for him to relax. Being the captain of a pirate ship, and also at war with many other dangerous people, doesn’t really help in general and he doesn’t want to let those things affect his mood. So let him have some fun before starting the day! If you have sex later, don’t worry... He will be ready anyway.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Grinding. Oh, he loves it. He loves when you’re both still fully dressed, aroused as hell, but there’s still this clothes’ barrier between your genitals. He loves to rub his hard cock against your covered core, feeling your desire, your anticipation, the way you chase your pleasure because you want so much more… When he’s about to enter you, he takes his time to let his cock sliding against your wet entrance, your growing frustration becoming something wild and present. It’s really one of his favorite kink!

Also, Drake really has something with his seed. When he cums inside of you, he usually remains still for a very long time after his orgasm, feeling his warm cum plastered against your inner walls. Perhaps because he wishes to become a father one day, or perhaps he finds it really arousing and dangerous, but when he loads in the deepest part of your womb, Drake wants to remain buried there for a while, until he pulls out with a very nasty sound, immediately followed by his creamy semen.

Mmmmh, roleplays in bed… Drake loves it deeply! When he can use his former marine uniform to punish you, he really goes crazy, taking you hard and deep, until you come in a long growl. Yes, it excites him when he’s playing someone slightly rougher than usual, and he loves to have you under his control in this situation.

During his wildest sessions with you Drake particularly appreciates anal sex. The narrowness of your pink hole makes him going crazy, and from time to time, he loves to see you struggling so hard to take him in that particular hole. It’s a great little game, and he loves when you do your best, overwhelmed under his long and sharp thrusts as he takes you from behind.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

If Drake appreciates to make love to you in his bedroom, he deeply prefers your sexy sessions outside. Yes, when he’s the middle of nature, there’s something sexy to take you here and there, only pulling down his pants to shove his dick right inside of you. It’s perhaps because of his Devil Fruit, or some inner instincts, but most of the time, Drake is always turned-on when you’re walking on lonely paths somewhere far from the curious eyes.

He also greatly appreciates sex in his boat office, throwing the many maps, compasses and pens on his desk right on the ground, to put your rear at the edge of it and slams his hips against yours. It often happens during your quickies, but it’s a real motivation to remain awake at night when he has to work. At least, he can have a proper break with some intimate and carnal moments with you, and he deeply enjoys this.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You’re a walking turned-on for him, you have to get it. Drake is literally drooling whenever you’re near him, even if he’s perfectly able to maintain a strict and stoic face by your side. He always dreams to undress you as soon as you smile at him, and more than once, he has to control himself, your pretty eyes and your lovely features calling for something more… sexual.

Yet, he can’t deny that watching you walking in his shirts is also really great. He just needs to lift that little small homemade dress of yours, and voilà, you’re soon enough bouncing on his lap, moaning his name. He’s really not complicated to get in the mood!

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything which involve pain, Drake would hate it. He suffers from a very complicated past with his drunkard father and clearly doesn’t want to bring unnecessary pain in your sexy moments. He hates to be marked, in any way, and even hickeys aren’t always welcome. He needs to trust you deeply to let your teeth creating a purple circle on his neck, and frankly, this is only to suit you. Drake finds it unnecessarily dangerous and he would rather avoid it.

Everything which involve pegging him too. He’s really not in the mood to let you play with his sacred hole, and he would violently turn you down if you ever suggest the idea. This is out of question!

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Drake loves to give oral to his partners, but sincerely, he really has something when you give him a blowjob first. He just can’t control himself ; you’re way too hot when you’re sucking him. Everything is a sweet torture is addicted to ; from your soft lips circling the head of his cock, to your expert hands on his balls and your sensational tongue ; it’s the perfect way to start the day or to finish it. When you two are involved during a quicky, sometimes, he only wants you to give him head, because it’s really his guilty pleasure.

However, he’s not bad at making you moan under his tongue! Drake has a very sweet wet muscle, and he has some experience as well. He knows how to make you cum, even if his gestures might be sometimes sloppy at first. But there’s really nothing alarming! Drake is just overwhelmed by the scents of your core and he sometimes gets a little bit too much excited, sucking a bit too harshly on your clit.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Well, usually, Drake is someone rather passionate and raw. He’s in his golden age, he’s experienced and full of stamina, plus he’s a Zoan, so hey hey, you’re going to really have some fun in bed! He just loves to pound inside of you at his best performance, and sincerely, it always swips you away, so once you’re used to it, you sincerely adore it!

From time to time, though, Drake is able to offer you some slow and tender thrusts, especially when you’re not at your best shape. He certainly doesn’t want to hurt you, so he manages to control himself and to give you enough pleasure by moving his hips with a slower pace, less sharp than usual. It often happens when you’re tired, injured or sick. He likes to cuddle you in those bad moments and be there for you, and most of the time, it leads the two of you to a reassuring sexy session. He appreciates to make you feel good by the power of his magical dino cock, and who can blame him? He knows the best medicine.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He does love those quickies as much as regular sexy sessions! Yes, oh yes, Drake is a busy man, always sailing somewhere, getting involved in political issues, or fighting enemies… He’s not always sure when he’s going to have a proper night with you, so quickies became a real option to keep the fire alive between the two of you. Also, it really matches with his very instinctive nature. Quickies are nothing but moment where the both of you surrender to your needs, and those primal sessions feel really hot. Yep, you totally have a fan of quickies here!

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Frankly, at the beginning of your relationship, yes, he doesn’t like to take risks. He’s barely able to control himself, so he doesn’t really want to put you in risky situations where the two of you could be busted by anyone. No, not really a pleasure to think about it… But with time… Drake evolves differently. The crowd around, the pregnancy risk, everything which involves something rather dangerous feels thrilling and you manage experiencing new stuff in your relationship that you would have never expected coming from him! He just gets more comfortable with you and this is his way to show you that he’s really ready to go deeper in his feelings. The more he takes risks with you, and the more you know he really loves you. What a pirate!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Great lord, my lady, you need to be ready! Drake is only 33 years old, he’s young and full of energy, and he knows what he’s doing and how to control himself when he’s about to cum. He knows how to keep you panting for hours, pounding hard inside of you, and honestly, you have never experienced someone so primal and raw, but also… with that ability to actually last for hours?! It feels like a performance for him, a goal he needs to achieve. But if you ever feel uncomfortable and sore, Drake would stop everything, and wouldn’t even mind if he didn’t come. Pain, remember? He doesn’t want it.

Yet, one round is never enough for him, especially during your quickies. There’s something missing, and he’s definitely energetic enough to go for a second! As soon as he came, usually, he needs just a few minutes to get a raging hard on for the second time, plastering your back on the mattress or wherever you are, purring in your ear that you didn’t have enough and he can see it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Not really interested? I mean, he’s not close-minded but he doesn’t really get the point of adding toys in your sessions when you have already plenty to play with? Sex shall only involved the two persons who are in the room, and he doesn’t really understand your need to bring something new and definitely odd for him in this perfect equation. However! Well, blindfold and handcuffs aren’t a problem if he can use it on you, and have some fun with your body while you can’t respond. This dominant kink is really something which turns him on.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Drake can be slightly unfair when it comes to sex and foreplays, but this is always very respectful. Sex gives him power over your body, and you also know that he’s pretty old-school and definitely loves to top you. He likes to take his time with you when he knows that he has plenty, and if he can deny your orgasm a few times, he simply goes for it. There’s something in your frustration that build up his own excitement, and soon enough, he lets you burst into this intense climax, reminding you that you look absolutely dirty and needy under his big fingers.

Yet, he’s not unfair at all of your sessions, and doesn’t mind if you play with him a little. His tolerance is very low, though, because teasing him on his deepest instincts is somehow very bold of you! But perhaps you want it rough, and he will definitely go in that direction if you tease him too much.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Drake isn’t the loudest in the sheets, but he’s definitely not the most silent either! He doesn’t powerfully moans, but there’s those deep and bestial whimpers which slowly filled the room along with the delicious sound of your colliding flesh. Drake tries to maintain his voice down, but the deepness of his tone is often busted by everyone on the ship. When he reaches his climax, Drake tends to growl even harder, but honestly, you are too swept away to actually ask him to keep it down!

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Wild card, oh! Let’s talk about the fact that he has some problems when you’re topping him. Yes, I mean real issues. Drake is always pretty flustered with a naked woman around, even more when she’s bouncing on his lap, her breasts coming up and down, as she looks nothing but the most sexual thing on Earth. Drake still has nosebleed happening from time to time, and when you’re topping him, the chances of seeing a river of blood coming out of his nose are big! It’s not entirely because he prefers to be the top, or because he’s too manly to let you have some power… No, sweetheart, he’s just terrified to see how much you dominate him in many ways when you’re the one in charge!

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

The dino cock… Let’s talk about this piece of art we have here! Yes, Drake could be really proud of his manhood, it’s already impressive when he’s fully dressed and you can only imagine the thing when you look at this bulge!

Drake is already pretty tall (233cm/ 7.73), so basically you can’t expect him to have a worm in his pants, it wouldn’t match his height. And he definitely doesn’t have one! Drake’s cock his long, but also large, and there are also many veins on it, but nothing disgusting, on the contrary, it reveals his deep nervous nature. So yes, down there, he’s around 23-24 cm (9 inches), and this is really something if you’re willing to share his bed!

The head of his cock is slightly redder than the other part, otherwise, the skin is darker than his natural color. His balls are also smaller than his cock, but they swell a lot if they are full.

He’s definitely a shower rather than a grower! When he’s not excited, Drake’s cock looks pretty the same, losing just two or three centimeters, explaining the massive bulge you often spot in his pants. When he’s excited, he tends to have a lovely curve to the left, which is just amazing when he penetrates you!

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high for his age and way before average! Drake isn’t old, it’s true, but seriously, he’s very intense in his sexuality and he has some high needs on this matter. Drake thinks about sex a lot since he ate his Devil Fruit, and having you around doesn’t really help to calm down his nature. He wants you all the time… I mean really all the time, sweetheart! Sex is almost an everyday task in your relationship, even after many years. Drake tends to deeply crave those moments with you, but wouldn’t force you if you’re not in the mood.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s not the kind of man who falls asleep after he had sex. Alright, he can feel a sort of inner calm within, or perhaps a soft call for a nap (or night time if you just had sex in the middle of the night), but Drake doesn’t easily fall asleep.

He likes to make this moment lasts a little bit more, cuddling you softly when you don’t want something particular, his thumbs fondling your hips and your back, as he kisses you intensely. This is just impossible for him to cum, roll his hips and fall asleep, when he has just shared something so wonderful with you. You’re usually the one who loses the battle in his arms, his kind massage and the heat of his body sending you in a deep and comfortable sleep.

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A/N: This is the first Jai fic I’m publishing so please be kind. This is a work of fiction and I don’t get paid for this, for some reason. Title is from the George Thorogood song of the same name, you heathens. Part one of… I don’t even know yet.

Contains language and smut so please handle with care.

I’m not sure what exactly possessed me to go out tonight. After a move across the damn continent, which really is stressful enough on its own, and an incredibly horrible first week at my new job all I want to do is crawl into my bed with a truck load of tacos and a bottle of whiskey and not leave until Monday shows his ugly face. There, I said it. His. That kind of asshole has to be male.

Instead… I am here. Dolled up and everything, my two friends and roommates in tow, in some dingy hole that’s allegedly a totally trendy club. Well, allegedly nobody was brutally murdered in here but I have my suspicions about both. And if the latter hasn’t happened yet, chances are it will happen tonight, I was voted most likely to go on a rampage and most likely to become a hermit in high school and I am very proud of that.

We’re at the bar, looking ridiculous as always. Cait is short and curvy, long raven hair and tattooed all over the place. Eve is tall, blond and skinny, perfect and unmarred skin, her hair cut short in a way that would look like a lawsuit waiting to happen on most other people, all choppy and asymmetrical. I’m in the middle, not skinny, not curvy, kind of brown hair, kind of grey eyes. I have two tattoos and don’t like dressing in anything but comfy shoes and jeans. I’m Josephine, or as I call myself: average Jo. They talked me into wearing this bright red dress that is kind of retro fifties minus the poodles and I’m still not sure how to feel about that. People stare, in a good way I guess. And that makes me uncomfortable.

Someone bumps into me and my stomach is pressed into the metal railing along the bar in a very uncomfortable way.

“Oi, watch it you rude fuck!”

At least that’s what I think the guy yelled. Has to be a guy, no woman has a voice like that. My ears hurt from the accent though. Australian. Now, I like Brits and French and even Russian, very sexy. Scandinavians are cute. But Aussies are up there with Germans when it comes to horrible. I turn around with what I think is a facial expression fit for one of those surprised cat video compilations and find myself looking at chest hair. The guy is tall and his flannel shirt isn’t buttoned all the way up. My eyebrow rises along with my head, I actually have to tilt it back a bit. He smiles apologetically, which really looks nice, but I’m not in the mood to be particularly accommodating right now. Or ever, really. Then he says something but the DJ is starting to play some dumb song and a few girls next to me whoop. Plus, the accent.

“What?”

The smile turns into a smirk and I’m sure that has removed plenty of panties before, practically vaporized them. Too bad that mine are made from kryptonite infused steel. He leans down a little and some cloying aftershave invades my senses uninvited.

“I said I’m sorry for my impatient friend. Can I buy you a drink to make up for it?”

That’s probably a trick they pull all the time, I worked in bars, I’ve stared into the abyss of male pack behavior for a long time and found it quite appalling. Their little tricks that they think are oh so smart but are oh so transparent if you have half a brain and are not easily impressed by a nice smile and some chest hair. And arms, the arms are kind of nice. I like arms.

“No thanks, I’m not thirsty.”

Then I turn around, obviously done with the conversation, and flag down the bartender to order our drinks. Something vile looking for Cait, something with rum for Eve and a bourbon on ice for me. Cait rams her elbow into my ribs with the lack of modesty only your closest friends ever have, other people are way too polite to risk huge bruises and cracked bones.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“He is trying to be nice. Normal people do that, I’ve heard.”

They have known me for years, and no matter how different we all might be we somehow still manage to be thick as thieves. They’re great, really, I hate them the least on this planet right now. And that’s where Mr. Chest Hair is shit out of luck, I just don’t like dealing with humans in general, which doesn’t help my social life all that much. Or my lo… you know. That stuff.

I assume that he has given up but when the drinks are put in front of me a flannel clad arm appears over my shoulder and shoves a bill towards the guy. He has one of those overly trimmed beards, thick rimmed glasses and a hairline that’s been trimmed with a ruler. Fucking hipster.

“Keep the change, mate.”

Seriously? Are we pulling out all the stops now, is there a koala and a pet kangaroo hidden away somewhere? I roll my eyes and make sure he can see it. Then I look at his friends, there are three of them, and scowl at the bartender until he comes back. I order four bourbon and hand him the money before anyone can get any stupid ideas, then I tug on Crocodile Dundee’s sleeve.

“There. Drinks for all of you, inconsiderate assholes and knights in shining armor alike. Now kindly fuck off, yes.”

I’d like to think that he is not used to rejection and so I am filled with a sense of accomplishment as I walk away that kind of lifts my spirits. Okay, I admit it, it feels really fucking great. Not to start on any sob stories, but before I moved here I was married to a supreme asshole and the fact that this admittedly kind of delicious guy bought me a drink and I rejected him feels really, really good. Really. Talk about stroking my ego.

We manage to find a corner to stand around in while we watch people on the dancefloor, they are seizuring their way through some horrible pop songs, all under the guise of being ironic. Slowly but surely the music heads into the 80s and I make sure to empty my glass just in time to the first few seconds of Dead Or Alive’s You Spin Me Right Round. Without a word we all head down to those poor restrained idiots and tackle our way to the middle of the polished metal floor, which I’m sure is a safety hazard after one spilled drink. But I am supposed to have fun, so I start dancing until I do.

About an hour later we traveled back to modern times, with visits to 90s grunge and early 2000s nu metal, and I really do draw the line at whoever that girl is. Selenariana or some other. So we head back to the bar, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, utterly exhausted but happy. I see Kangaroo Boy stand off to the side with a couple of girls, chatting and writing something on a napkin. Handing out his number like candy, how lovely. How glad am I that I dodged that hairy bullet? My arms are too short to show you.

My tiny purse thing, if you can call this glorified envelope that, barely leaves room for anything, but my silver cigarette box barely fit. Waving it at Cait I raise an eyebrow, but she shakes her head and points at Eve, who is currently talking to a guy even taller than her. Good for her, and if Cait wants to take over date rape patrol I am all for it.

So I go outside alone, finding myself in a shady corner in something reminding me of back alleys in horror movies, but it is closed off by buildings on three sides and a gate on the fourth, so that narrows down the potential killer suspects by a few thousand. Nobody is out here and I barely have time to be delighted by that before the heavy steel door opens behind me and hits me right in the back.

“That’s the second time I’m apologizing to you tonight.”

Dear Karma, you really are a bitch. What have I done to offend you so?

“You’re a big, clumsy oaf. Deal with it.”

He stares at me, his unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. I need to stop looking, I’m pretty sure it’s a registered weapon in at least 45 States. Then he takes a step closer and is right in front of me. Why can’t I look away? Okay, it’s been over a year since I’ve had sex but I’m not that starved… or am I?

Apparently I am.

A force unknown to me pushes me forward and against him, my arms wrapped around his neck to pull him down so that I can crush my lips against his. Somewhere in my head I’m contemplating dealing with sexual assault charges and the fact that his cigarette drops into my cleavage but the primal part of my brain wins easily, especially when he responds in kind, lifting me up as if I weigh nothing, his hands under my skirt on my ass while we each try to gain the upper hand. He nips at my bottom lip, I suck his tongue into my mouth and I have a feeling that there isn’t really a loser in this. And can I just say that Kangaroo Boy tastes delicious?

My inner monologue is rudely interrupted by a brick wall colliding with my back and I growl, admittedly more pleasure than pain. What can I say, I’m wired wrong. His hands are under my skirt and he finally realizes I’m not wearing panties, although it has nothing to do with him trying to charm them off. He growls right back and suddenly there is a finger between my embarrassingly wet folds, finding my clit with practiced ease. All I can think is that I’m glad I shaved.

To keep with the theme of trying to stay even I unbuckle his belt and pull down the zipper on his jeans, opting to pull it down just so instead of attempting to wrestle a very sensitive appendage through a tight opening lined with little metal teeth. Rookie mistake.

Before I can even reach into his pants he pulls back and looks around. Did something fall on his head? He walks off and picks up a metal rod that used to be part of some scaffolding… and props it against the door, effectively making it impossible to open from the inside.

“That’s an emergency exit.”

Sorry, I can’t help it. I’ll mentally berate myself for that later. He smirks at me and lifts me up against the wall.

“Let’s hope there isn’t one, then.”

Oh, you ass. Incredibly attractive, nice tasting ass. We pick up where we left off and I finally get to touch his cock. Of course it isn’t a micropenis, if mother nature decides to create a fine specimen she goes all the way. I’m wondering if he’ll fit, I haven’t used the equipment in so long I’m probably a virgin. The sound that escapes him when I make a fist and slowly move it down his shaft is somewhere between a stifled moan and a grunt. I want him to make that grunt again.

“You got a condom?” I stare at him, dumbfounded. “Of course I don’t, I didn’t plan on fucking anyone tonight.” It’s his turn to stare, first at my dress, then at me. “My friends made me wear this.” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, which is curly and kind of messy and I want to bury my hands in it right now. “Well, damn.” I stare at him again, he stares back. As if on cue we both start laughing until I can’t breathe anymore. We both stop and he lunges at me again, kissing me, but slowly this time.

“Guess we’re screwed.”

“No, we’re not. That’s kind of the problem.”

He chuckles against my lip and I giggle. Seriously, this is ridiculous.

“Can I buy you a drink now?”

“Two. I think I need a few to get over this injustice.”

So we’re getting ourselves into presentable shape again, he pulls his shirt over his crotch in a way that makes me feel kind of sorry for him, my thighs are wet but nobody can see that. We head back inside, nicotine cravings completely forgotten, and he ends up buying me more than just two drinks, after I assured my friends I haven’t been abducted. The temporary insanity that came over me outside is quickly forgotten and we actually have a somewhat decent conversation. When I stumble home it’s five in the morning and I kind of regret going out at all. I fall asleep immediately, the napkin with his phone number is wedged under my head somewhere, after I fall onto my mattress face first, not even taking off my shoes. Maybe I’ll even text Kangaroo Boy at some point. He can tell me his name is Jai all he wants, he’ll have to deal with Aussie stereotypes. If I even call him. Or text. Or send an inappropriate e-card.

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