Lemon warning

A week had passed since the trade off with the Heart Pirates. Every night Killer came to your room and just like the night of your return, strong hands wandered over your body sending you into shuddering fits and glorious moments of euphoria. Full lips brushed over your nape and shoulders never making it further than the base of your throat. You weren't complaining, though it was hard to keep your voice from rumbling out. He reveled in every buck and sigh he was able to elicit. Once release was achieved he welcomed you to curl up into his side or cuddle against his chest, however never facing him even in the dark.

Many times you tried to reciprocate, though you weren't very experienced in returning an intimate touch. Killer wouldn't allow it, holding your wrists with one hand while continuing his ministrations. The fact that you hadn't pinned him being the primary excuse. To you he seemed content to allow you all of the pleasure. In reality it was quite difficult to not flip you over strip you bare and allow himself the comfort of your warmth.

It had been a long time since he let someone other than Kid see his face and though he was very comfortable with you, darting into a realm of very deep feelings, part of him wasn't able to just part with the security of his mask. He knew it was unreasonable and stupid, but it was also supposed to help serve in your training and he couldn't just let it slide.

It was the eighth night after your return and your back was pressed against the blond resting your weight on your right side. Your left leg hooked back over his legs opening yourself up as his fingers glided slowly over your clit dipping into your core. Right hands lightly intertwined while you forced his rough warm palm over your bare chest. A twitch at your backside let you know just how excited he was at your encouraging gestures. Each night you grew bolder, now having an idea of what felt good. He groaned against your shoulder causing your insides squeeze and a heavy sigh to push passed your lips. His pace increased as your breath hitched and legs quaked, which only caused the pent up male to grow more aroused and uncomfortably confined. This time he would have to excuse himself. Now needing you to come undone, his lips brushed the shell of your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck and cheek he breathed his final order of the day.

His tone so low and sultry it shattered any resolve you may have had to prolong this moment.

Huffing heavily you unraveled for him. Once you settled a quick kiss was placed on your temple as he reached over you and sat back. The familiar click of his mask echoed off the walls before he shifted off the bed.

"I'll be right back." As quickly as the sentence left his lips the door was shutting behind him.

You rolled back into the mattress still collecting yourself. Something had to be done. While you quite enjoyed getting all of the attention, you felt guilty and now desperately wanted more contact.

If you were going to have to best him then best him you shall.

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A few days passed and you had halted nightly activities. Killer didn't question it figuring you were probably overwhelmed, he felt a little guilty for perhaps forcing his need to touch you, not once thinking you felt guilty for not returning the favor.

"You're healing steadily, but you have to stay on light duties." The doctor stated pressing a firm hand to your ribcage causing you to wince, "No training until this is completely healed." He glanced at your first mate standing patiently in the corner.

Killer nodded sharply while you frowned.

Finally having your stitches removed did offer you a bit more freedom. It would be KP and lookout duty for you for a while.

After your visit with the doctor you headed back to your room for your notebook while Killer went out to tend to his own tasks. Rounding the corner you came in contact with a massive body. A soft gasp slipped passed your lips as you fell back. Cold metallic digits roughly gasped your left bicep just before you hit the ground.

"Watch where you're going shrimp." your captain sneered.

You nodded meeting his narrowed glare as he released you and continued passed. Every encounter with the intimidating redhead left you a little shaken. You couldn't get rid of the feeling that he didn't want you there.

Scurrying toward your original destination you caught sight of Kai entering the other end of the long hallway.

His face lit up as he neared you, "We're on lookout duty together."

Excitedly you gathered your belongings and left with Kai for the crow's nest.

The afternoon passed slowly and quietly. Your younger crewmate entertained you with countless rounds tic tac toe and silly drawing games until your shift ended. You stretched and yawned once your sandals touched the deck.

"F/N," Heat's calm voice called over a group of rowdy crewmate's entering the galley," take these to the captain and Killer."

He handed you two heaping bowls and sent you to the captain's workshop. Unsure of how to properly knock with your hands full you kicked the heavy wooden door. Without a response the door shifted open revealing your first mate, bringing and involuntary smile to your lips. He slowly stepped forward raising his hand, instead of taking the bowl from your hand he swept your hair from your face. It was a small gesture but it let you know he'd missed you during the day.

Kid groaned not bothering to pull his gaze from his work.

"Oh have you seen the newspaper yet?" the blond asked now taking the food from you.

You shook your head daring to step further into the room. Killer placed the bowls on the desk beside Kid and turned to search for the aforementioned newspaper removing an insert once located. He passed it to you watching your gaze widen at the wanted poster staring back at you. It was a really skewed action shot of you just before you were snatched off the deck during your last battle with marines.

Below the picture read : Wanted : Dead or Alive : F/N – "The Mute Gypsy"

They certainly did their research. How you hated that nick name and now it was your fucking epithet for the whole world to see.

"The bounty isn't much now, but this does officially make you a pirate." Killer palmed your shoulder proudly.

Before Kid could kick you both out to fawn over each other elsewhere the evening shift in the crow's nest began shouting. There was an unknown ship approaching.

"Go to your room and stay there." Killer ordered slipping into his gauntlets.

"No the fuck she's not." Kid stood.

"She's injured." the blond argued momentarily forgetting his place.

"You want her on this crew?" Kid asked in a terrifyingly calm tone," Everyone fights, Man, woman, injured, healthy - doesn't matter."

Killer bristled and nodded.

The captain turned back to you," Go get your shit together shrimp."