You picked up the tweezers, ever so carefully picking the source of pain from the person under your touch.

"Y/n don't drop it."
"Y/n."
"Y/n, a little bit more to the-"

A small buzz triggered you to drop the tweezers and cross your arms in frustration. You were trying to play the operation game with Bepo and Penguin. But Law just had to intervene.

"Godamnit Law I almost had that one!"

"Doesn't seem like it, the thing did buzz." His dark smirk made him equally as smackable as Shachi.

"Law I swear sometimes I think that I'd rather drown in the east blue than sail with you.."

He gingerly kissed your cheek, leaving you in a small little blush of a mess.

"Keep telling yourself that when you're twenty thousand leagues under the sea."

You shivered at the thought.

'Eck no thanks. Water = cold. Submarine = Warm.'

You sighed and fell back as Bepo picked up the small plastic tweezers and started reaching for a specific piece, but suddenly dropping it due to a rather loud bump from above.

"The hell was that?" You ask, getting up from your spot on the floor. Law shrugged and went to go check as you started cleaning up the game.

"Aw, I nearly got that one." Bepo pouted his ears folding down.

You frowned slightly. Damn you, you kawaii ass bear. You gently pat his head and give him a small peck on the forehead.

"You'll get it next time Bepo I promise." You then walked to the closet and put the game away with the others.

Law came back, leaning up against the wall.

"Well, the hell was it?"

He shrugged.

"Probably just a seaking or something, they're around these waters a lot more than others, don't worry about it, sweetheart."

He winked, you rolled your eyes and sat down in the lap of Bepo, leaning back into the warm white fur.
Law looked at you with an annoyed expression. Why cuddle with his bear when he, the surgeon of death, was completely vulnerable? He didn't understand it.

He cleared his throat. You popped an eye open an looked over at him.

"Mm yes?"

"You know, I'm not working right now?"

"What's your point there, traffy?"

You ask, snuggling deeper into the polar bear.

Law's eye twitched and he groaned deeply.

"Y/n please.."

"Mm sorry can't hear you, too comfortable."

Okay, well then, if you were going to play that way, he'll have to play his way.

"Room."

"Trafalgar D. Fucking law."

You were soon sitting on the shared bed of Law and yourself. He soon appears beside you on the bed, his arms behind his head.

"What's up with you lately? I can't be near anybody without you getting possessive....even your crewmates...you know that Bepo is comfortable, you sleep on him too."

No response. Merely a smirk that curled on his soft tan lips.

He wrapped a tattooed arm around your waist and pulled you close to him.

"Why shouldn't I get possessive over someone like yourself hmm?"

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as his hands traveled over your sides and down to your thighs.

"L-law.."

"You're mine, you're my own beautiful, Y/n. You belong to me. No one else should be allowed to touch you but me. Yet you still try my patience and l can't understand why."

His sly smile stuck to his face as his hands ran over your now shivering body. Goddamn he was good with his hands. Damn him.

"We-well...I just..."

"You just what, Y/n? Like seeing me react the way that I am right now? The way I'm making you nervous beyond belief?"

You shook your head.

"Oh? Really? Then what Is it, lovely?"

You gulped thickly, the air becoming more like fog as you inhaled deeply.

"I ju-just like it when you touch me like you do, like I'm not supposed to be touched by anyone else....makes me feel special...I've never felt that...I've only felt like that around you...and only you...and I just love...and crave that feeling..."

His smirk faded and it was replaced with a loving smile.

"Ah there's my sweet little Y/n, being so nice and sweet to little old me."

He chuckled, peppering your face with soft, gentle kisses. You giggled, his hands trickling back up your sides, tickling you.

"La-law that tickles!" You spurt out between giggles.

"Ya, that's the point Y/n." He chuckled softly into your neck as he pressed soft kisses to it.

You sigh softly to yourself.

'Damn death surgeon, can't show emotion unless he's pushed too...oh well...'