You: Text me when you get here. I'll unlock the door so you can let yourself in.

Law: Sure. Everything okay?

You: Yeah, I just don't want to ruin the surprise.

Law opens the door to your apartment when he arrives, stepping into the dimly lit hallway and taking his shoes off as he closes and locks the door.

"(Y/N)-ya?" He calls out, setting a bag of clothes on the on hall floor.

"St-stay there, I'm..." You poke your head out from your bedroom, and see that he's still by the entrance. "Close your eyes."

There's a crooked grin and you see him close his eyes. "Sure."

You step out into the hall and start toward him. You're in knee-high socks and Mary Janes. You've got a very short skirt and thong on, but those aren't visible yet because you're wearing one of Law's shirts over top it all. Sachi and Penguin helped you get a hold of a light-yellow button up shirt. It practically went down to your knees, but that worked well for you, because the micro-skirt was the second part of your surprise for him anyway.

"Okay, you can look." You say softly. You can feel the blush rushing up to your face even before you can feel his eyes on you.

"Is that... mine?" He asks, and you nod. "You observant little thief."

He takes a step forward and you unintentionally take a step back. It almost seems like his eyes are glowing in the low light of your apartment and you catch his tongue trailing along his lips.

"What other secrets do you have, I wonder?" He muses, reaching out and grabbing the collar of the shirt you're wearing, guiding you to the wall in the hallway. Once your back's against it he tilts your chin up and kisses you. You can feel his eyes on you even though yours are closed, and his fingers begin to undo the buttons of the shirt.

One.

You gasp a little, lips shivering into the kiss, you can feel heat radiating off your face.

Two.

Your fingers are on his forearms. You're not pulling his hands away or trying to stop him, but your legs feel a little weak already and you want to steady yourself.

Three.

Cool air against your skin, his fingers grazing the skin between your breasts, causes you to gasp more than before.

He steps closer, tongue pushing into your mouth and demanding more from you. His hands slip the shirt off your shoulders bringing your arms back down to your sides and leaving everything at and above your cleavage exposed. One arm slips behind your back, the other is cradling the back of your head, pulling you away from the wall a little.

The long deep kiss goes on for so long you start to squirm, and you're gasping a little for air when he finally breaks it off. Your face is flush and you see a smirk on his lips for a second before he continues to kiss you, trailing his lips down the line of your face. Law moves you gently but firmly, as he teases your ear, and moves slowly down the length of your neck.

Soft, shivering moans and quiet cries of pleasure escape your lips as he nips and licks at sensitive places you didn't even know you had. He turns you around as he continues to rain soft kisses against your skin, pressing you against the wall a little as he moves your hair aside. The steady, tender kisses sent jolts and shivers through you in unexpected ways and those pleasures only seemed to amplify as he moved along your back.

The steady, quiet, almost impossibly soft actions were driving you to ruin. They were delicious and pleasing, and relentless, but not enough to push you over anything, not enough to addle you completely, but enough to garble your thoughts and words. Not for the last time you were reminded of fire and ice.

The slow kisses down and along your back were a delicious distraction as he tugged the shirt lower and lower. Just as it seems that the tug would pull it down to your waist he stops, taking a step back and straightening up. You stay against the wall, red down to your shoulders, trying to catch your breath, and senses, enough to speak.

"I haven't asked where you want me," Law says. His tone is teasing, and a single slender finger sliding down your spine causes you to squeak in surprise. "I already know what you want." He adds, leaning in and practically purring the words into your ear.

You make a sound that's half need and half frustration. Not because you're honestly frustrated, but because you aren't sure how to answer the question of where.

"A-anywhere." You say, turning around to face him, the shirt just barely over your chest. "Everywhere, just... um... keep... touching." Your voice falters and you look away as your face goes red. "Me."

His finger slides under your chin and tilts your beet red face upward. The sardonic smile on his face makes you shiver in a good way, and it also makes you terribly nervous too.

"I'll be nice tonight," he assures you. "But I expect your requests in the future to be detailed," he leans down and kisses your forehead, "precious," then the tip of your nose, "little," his tongue slips over your lips before his yellow eyes grab your gaze. "Snowdrop."

Between his gaze and the nickname, you almost felt like a collar had been snapped around your neck.

His hands are at your thighs, lifting you up and eliciting a soft squeak from you as he moves you from the wall to the counter behind him. Setting you on the counter puts you at a better height for him and he resumes kissing you, teasing your neck and ears and shoulder the most.

He tugs at the shirt, teasingly, clicking his nail against the next button, as though considering whether or not to release it. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he helps you pull it up over his head. His long sleeved shirt and t-shirt are gone, leaving behind a white a-shirt. Your fingers slip over his shoulders as you scoot to the edge of the counter, pushing your hips into his.

A soft approving grunt escapes him before he begins to kiss you more aggressively. His tongue pushes deep into your mouth, hot and demanding, pulling breath and moans from you as he leans into you a little. There's nothing behind you, and so you put one arm on the counter, bracing against it a little to steady yourself.

He guides your other hand to the same point, leaning you back a little further and breaking the kiss the as he finally undoes another button on the shirt. Something about how slow he's going, how steadily he moves to the next button, how you can feel his eyes wandering over the lines of your body. You can't hide behind your hands, because your arms are keeping you steady, and every slight shift of his hips as he works on the buttons rubs between your thighs, and causes your breath to hitch.

He never says anything about the noises, but you can see the smirk playing on his lips. The fact that as many buttons as he's undone, he hasn't pulled the shirt open. The teasing flutter of fabric that is just barely hiding you from him, a false sense of modesty that causes blush to bloom across your chest. You can't stop your breath from coming out heavy and needy and there's a strange sense of release as he undoes the last button.

You were beginning to regret having buttoned them all in the first place.

"Mm, what's this?" He muses, teeth running over his lower lip as he moves the shirt aside enough to see the pleats of the short skirt. He pushes the shirt aside a little more, catching sight of the line of the thong underneath. "You pay attention very well."

Law grabs your arms and pulls them forward, steadying you in their place as he leans you back further. You're effectively draped over the counter, your body arced a little as your shoulders and head hung off the other side of the counter. Your legs dangled off the other side, on either side of Law's waist. The position pushed your hips up and while the whole thing wasn't comfortable, it wasn't uncomfortable.

"Don't forget your colors," he says, hand in the middle of your chest as he disappears from sight, knelt between your legs. He pushes your legs open, kissing against your clit through the thin material of the thong. You gasp in pleasure and surprise, hands grabbing onto the far edge of the counter, as he runs his teeth over the fabric.

He pulls the thong aside, spreading you open. You can't see what he's doing and it doesn't seem like he's moved since he spread your lips apart. You can feel cool air against your pussy, and you can feel his fingers holding you open, and it's terribly embarrassing to think he's just staring.

"Haa... what are you d-doing?" You ask nervously.

"Honestly, marveling at how much you're twitching without me even doing anything." He says, and you can feel the breath of his words against your wet sensitive skin, causing you to twitch and squirm a little. "Just like that."

"Don't-haah-mmm!" Your words turn into a moan as his tongue flicks over your clit. You're gasping into the air from the brief sensation, and your body tenses and you nearly grunt as he does it again.

"Leaves your whole body on edge, when you can't see it coming, doesn't it?" He questions flatly.

"Haa – yeah." You say breathlessly.

Another flick of his tongue causes your whole body to flinch. The next time his tongue presses flat against your entrance as slowly licks up, twisting around your clit a few times before he sucks on it. The action nearly pushes you over the edge. You make a strangled kind of groaning sound as your hips push back against him.

Law leans back a little and you nearly swear, just barely managing to keep the sound to yourself.

"The thong is hot, but it's getting in the way." He says in a voice that's full of bullshit, and you can tell. "Here, you hold onto it." He says, grabbing your hand and helping you snag the flimsy undergarment. "There we go, you only need one hand for the counter, so it works."

"You have t-two hands." You reply, your face can't get any redder, but you can feel a tingle running through you at the idea of presenting yourself by holding onto the thong like this.

"I certainly do," he muses, as his arms go under your thighs and reach up your sides, staying under the open shirt, his fingers teasing your nipples and as his mouth pushes against your clit. The light flicks of his tongue from earlier are heavier and hungrier as he devours you.

Your legs curl and flex in the air as he pushes pleasure into you relentlessly. His fingers tease your breasts, pinching and twisting your nipples just enough to send jolts of pleasure through you, his arms braced against your body keep you from squirming too much. Deep, purposeful moans from his mouth vibrate against you, stopping only when his teeth tease your sensitive skin before his tongue pushes deep into your went cunt.

"Laaaaw-haaa- haaangh, ffff-!" You squirm and twist, but he has you held in place well. Your hand comes off the thong and the counter and your fingers are in his hair, pushing his face into you as your roll against him. You can hear and feel him grunt, his hands teasing you a little more roughly as he sucks and licks your clit, pushing you over the edge.

You cum hard against his mouth, fingers flexing through his hair, legs twitching in the air. You're just aware enough to keep from accidentally kicking him in the back, given your position.

"Hnnngh! Law! Ssss-hhhaaangh!" He doesn't stop as your voice fills the small apartment. One hand against your stomach, the other teasing your clit with his thumb as his tongue pushes into your twitching hole. You're nearly in tears, voice shattering in your throat as you're brought to the edge of a second climax just as he stops.

He kisses the inside of your thigh softly. "If you don't keep your voice down, you'll disturb the neighbors."

Your heavy gasps as you catch your breath turn into airy chuckles as you give him the bird. You feel his breath against your skin as he chuckles in response to your finger.

His fingers slip past your gesture as he grabs your wrists and helps you sit up. Before you can say anything the assisting gesture turns into an embrace as he kisses you. Dizzy from the blood rushing to your head during the orgasm, and dizzy again from sitting up, your head swims from the kiss and you're leaning against him to steady yourself as he brings you to your feet.

"Dizzy?" He asks knowingly.

"Lil' bit."

"Nauseous?"

You shake your head softly. "You didn't mess me up in a bad way, doc~tor." You reply teasingly, swaying against him a little.

Law rocks from side to side with you a little, loosely guiding you around in a lazy pseudo dance as he moves the two of you into the living room. You smile as he steps back and lets you twirl for him, billowing the loose shirt and giving you a chance to cool off.

"Dancing without music is a little manic," you say as he brings you close again.

"Mm, you were making such sweet music earlier it's stuck in my mind." He says, dipping you low as your face goes red and your body shudders.

He brings you back upright and you're hiding your face in his chest. "That's not fair."

There's a slight squeeze against your hand as he waltzes you over the couch. Turning you toward it he urges you onto the cushions on your knees, facing the wall it's back up against. Gently pulling the shirt off you, he kisses along your shoulders, back and arms. Light, soft kisses and equally light and soft caresses from his long fingers after the shirt is tossed aside.

"What's on the other side of this wall?" He questions, hands guiding yours to the wall as he braces you against it.

"Pr-probably the neighbor's bedroom." You answer, biting your lip to stifle a gasp as his finger slides down your back.

"Probably too early for them to be in there." He muses, putting your hands back onto the wall in specific spots. "Don't move your hands from here." He says, his tone commanding, but his movements are still gentle.

His hands wander over your body, caressing your curves, teasing the sensitive parts of you. In a couple minutes he has you hot and addled and you're just barely aware of him pulling your thong down your thighs. A soft whimper falls from your lips as his hands spread your thighs apart a little.

Just enough to allow his cock to run along your slit. You suck in a breath as he begins to move against you, teasing your clit and pressing against your entrance without penetrating you.

"L-Law," your voice is pleading. "Please..."

He pushes against you, just a little more pressure and he'll slip right in, but his hands go over yours and he leans close to whisper in your ear.

"Here? Now? With your neighbors just on the other side?" His voice is teasing, but he begins to paint a vivid picture. "You want me to pull that sweet music out of you, right here? Notes of pleasure slipping from those sweet lips? A lewd Aria, hm? Will you tell them in detail, or leave them guessing?" His hands hold yours against the wall more pointedly. "Don't move your hands, lovely little snowdrop."

You're practically panting against the wall as he finally begins to push into you. The steady push stretches you out slowly, fingers twitching against the wall as you try to stifle the mewling, whimpering sounds as your body is pushed closer to the edge. All of the light teasing kisses and steady teasing words had sunk into you without your notice.

His hand slides over your thigh, lifting your leg in a smooth motion and holding it against his hip as he pushes entirely into you from behind. You full completely full, even if there's something different about it from the kind of fullness Eustass had given you. Both fit you well, and the deep satisfaction of it leaves you in a shared soft sigh that escapes both of you before he begins to move.

"Remember not to move your hands," he murmurs into your ear, his other arm bracing you against him as he begins to move. Long, searching fingers, find the curve of your mound and his middle finger brushes teasingly over your clit as he thrusts slowly.

"L-Law it's... it's too muh-much." You gasp, shivering and struggling to keep your hands in place.

"But I'm going so slowly, (Y/N)-ya." His low reply is deceptively teasing and sends a rush through you along with the steady motion. "You can control yourself at this pace, hm?"

"Can't – can't!" You cry out the words, your breath breaking against the wall. "You k-keep hitting, hnngh!"

"There?" He muses as your voice shatters in your throat. You almost smack the wall as building pleasure shivers your body. "Mmm, or here?" He asks, shifting to a shallower spot that almost buckles your knees.

"Haaa-nnngh-fuck!" Your body shudders as you nearly orgasm. "P-please!"

"As you wish." He says, moving a little faster, grinding against the second spot over and over, finger pressing against your clit more forcefully. "Cum against my cock, little snowdrop."

The tension breaks, it's not a flood, or a rush, but it overtakes you, seeping into your bones. Airy, shivering breaths, almost clawing to escape you against the building orgasm become faster and heavier. The panting mewls of your pleasure are dripping with needed release and desire, breaking against the wall as your body tenses.

The sensation tightens in your cunt and bleeds out into the rest of you, seeming to twitch your muscles piece by piece. Law's fingers continue to tease your clit, and his cock still grinds relentlessly against your weak spot with the same steady rhythm. The pleasure blotting your body like spilled ink, sinks into you deeper and deeper. What felt like release at first becomes little more than a building crescendo. Every time you think you've peaked it continues to build.

You can hear his breath coming out heavier, tension in his body and fingers that wasn't there before. Heat rolling off his usually cool skin. The thin slick of sweat on your bodies seems to mark the moment he was waiting for, and his pace quickens. His hand pushes you back into him as his teeth and tongue press into the nape of your neck.

Sharp, brief pain snaps the relentless and endless building of pleasure and your body clenches and shudders almost violently as you nearly scream against the wall in pleasure. Law's pace shatters against your orgasm and you feel him twitch, pushing into you roughly a few times as a moaned grunt escapes him.

He steadies you against the wall for a moment, kissing the mark on the back of your neck before pulling out of you. You both make a soft sound at the motion and you can feel him smiling against your skin. He takes a moment to remove the condom, tying it off and setting it on his stolen shirt.

Settling onto the couch comfortably, he pulls you to his chest, letting you lay against him as you both take a moment to collect yourselves. You sink against him for a moment before you cover your face with your hands.

"My neighbors," you groan.

"Enjoyed yourself so much you're just now thinking about them?" He kisses the side of your head.

You nod. "I've never had it sneak up on me like that."

"It was beautiful music," he assures you, chuckling a little as your groan in embarrassment. "It's a shame they missed it."

"Eh?"

"I saw them leave as I was getting here, don't fret." He says, his fingers petting your hair idly.

It takes you a second before you're laughing. "You sneaky ass! I was so worried."

"You're fun to tease, (Y/N)-ya." He replies bringing your hand to his lips and kissing along your fingers. "I wonder if you were louder because you thought someone could hear."

"O-of course not." You insist, red to your ears.

"We could test this theory," he murmurs into your hair. "Take you out onto that balcony of yours and see if you scream louder or not."

"... y-yellow." You say in a small voice and feel Law's body twitch under you.

"Hmm... not red," he purrs. "Interesting little snowdrop."

"Why, um, why snowdrop?"

"Do you dislike it?"

"No."

"It's a northern flower." He says after a moment. "It's cute and small like you." You can feel the chuckle rumble in his chest. "You're red again."

"You're doing it on purpose." You grumble. Law shifts and hugs you tight with both arms, kissing the top of your head.

"I am." He admits. "But I'm being honest."

His hands shift, beginning to roam your body again, teasing you from your shoulders down to your thighs, his legs shifting you a little to help his hands reach where he wants.

"If not the balcony, then the bedroom." His voice commands, sinking into you and filling you with need all over again. "Those neighbors are home, but I promise to devour all your music with my own two lips."

The word green barely slipped from your lips and Law was moving the two of you through the apartment again. His lips teased your skin as he shed the last piece of his own clothes, pulling the Mary Janes and socks off of you, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor as you make your way into the bedroom.

The skirt is pulled off by the bed, hanging off a post as he lifts you up and sets you onto the covers. Your fingers trace the lines of his tattoos as his fingers send shivers of pleasure through you. You can see his face flushed slightly as he continues the slow but steady pace.

He laces his fingers through yours, leaning down and kissing you deeply as his wrapped cock slides against your wet slit.

"When?" You question hazily, brain and body already sinking into the pleasure that creeps up around you.

"It's on, don't worry about it," he answers, nuzzling into your neck a little before shifting his position. "Look, you can watch it go in this time."

You can feel yourself flush as the heat rushes through you, looking down at his prompting. He moves your hips up to his and makes sure you're looking before he begins to push in. Despite the slow pace you're so wet the sounds are causing you to pant in growing embarrassment as he pushes deeper.

"Getting to see your face like this," he muses, leaning down and capturing your lips before he starts to move inside you. You moan against the kiss before he breaks it, going faster than he had been earlier.

"I want to see your face when you cum." He says, and his movements are no less accurate now than they were before. It's almost like electricity between your thighs as he fills you perfectly. "I don't care if your neighbors hear you."

He hooks your knees with his arms, bracing himself against the bed, and almost bringing your knees to your shoulders. "Sweet little snowdrop, flush with pleasure, crying out my name, face and mind a mess because of me."

Leaning down, he kisses you before you can say anything, tongue pushing into your mouth roughly as his hips smack into you at the rougher pace of his thrusts. He holds your hands against the mattress as he pounds into you, feeling you struggle and squirm beneath him, gasping desperately for air during the few times he allows you to breathe. Giving you just enough time to say a color or ask him to stop before stealing your breath again.

As the pleasure builds, he kisses you less, letting the airy gasps shift into shivering moans. His gold eyes stay on you, focused on every tremble of your lips, and the shimmer in your eyes as the dizzying after effects of his deep kisses mingle with the building rush coiling inside you. All you can think of is him and his gaze. Nothing else exists for the long moments as the pleasure builds in you.

Even at this faster pace there's no rushing the tightening of the coil, no flood from the rising waters threatening to drown you in building pleasure. No harsh line, no break, no snap, but one moment you're soaking in the building pleasure and the next you're twitching against him. Against the arms holding your legs apart, against the fingers and hands pressing your arms into mattress, your toes and curl as your breath comes out heavy and dripping with sounds of pleasure.

Music to his ears. Notes of desire that you cannot keep trapped behind quivering lips. Sounds he's no longer devouring as he drinks in every twitch and shiver of the orgasm over taking you. The shared pleasure as you clench and shudder against him, the delight as his name tumbles from your lips in shivering gasps of desire.

Shaky thrusts promise you ride out every bit of the soaking orgasm, exhausted body sinking into the bed as he slowly releases you from the hold he had you in. He's still for a few moments, breathing heavily and catching his breath before he pushes into you and pulls one last, nearly tear-filled mewl from your lips before pulling out.

"Rest a moment," he says in a voice full of exhaustion, kissing you softly. "I'll start the bath."

You nod, laying on the sheet and catching your breath against the thundering in your chest. You had no idea how you were going to choose, to decide. Law had said you could choose both, and the only thing that stopped you was how terribly greedy that felt, and how it could be cruel to Eustass. You weren't sure how to bring up the subject to him without it sounding like you had already decided.

Letting out a small sigh, you push the thought aside for now.

"Something to talk about?" Law asks, caressing your face with his thumb as he comes back from the bathroom.

You smile and shake your head. "Not right now." You turn and kiss his thumb before he climbs into the bed and lays down beside you. "The bath?"

"It'll take a few minutes to fill, we can lay here for a moment longer." He assures you, kissing your shoulder before cuddling up next to you closer. "Whatever your concerns, I hope you had a good time tonight."

You lean into him. "I did. You are even more... strategic, than I thought you to be." You say after a pause.

"You can call me sneaky, (Y/N)-ya, it's okay." He muses, kissing your head again.

"Crafty." You say and hear him chuckle softly.

"Determined." He says, hugging you close.