“Hancock.”
Boa Hancock shuddered at the sound of her name passing his lips. Those passionate rubber lips. Lips she would die to have a taste of.
“Yes, Luffy?” her reply was weak, but she couldn’t help it. He was responsible for making her this way.
Luffy said nothing, instead just beckoned the empress forward to where he was seated. Obeying his orders, she walked to him until she was close enough to smell his aftershave. Or was he wearing aftershave? Hancock didn’t know, and she didn’t care – to her, Luffy smelled a million bucks all the time.
She ogled her love dreamily, everything about him was too handsome. From the clothes that accentuated his lean torso to the fierce expression in his eyes. All of which contributed to her intense feeling of desire and need for such a man.
“Hancock,” Luffy repeated before motioning for her to take a seat on his lap. With a flushed expression she carefully sat herself down. Her posture immediately turned rigid as she became aware of just how self conscious he made her. Luffy sensing such anxiety, guided his hand behind her neck and whispered softly in her ear, “Relax.”
Before she could even react to such an intimate gesture, Luffy tilted her jaw in his direction, and gently pressed his lips to her own. Overwhelmed with emotion and desire, Hancock can’t help but savour the moment. This man, his lips, it was like every move he made was executed with such skill and precision. He, and his actions alone, proved to be a constant catalyst for her euphoria, this time being no different.
My first kiss with Luffy! Was all that ran through the empress’ head after they’d separated, she felt ready to explode, or alternatively ready to melt into a pile of ooze. Her cheeks were scarlet red and she was unable to retain any composure, her infatuation of the straw-hatted pirate dominating her being.
Luffy softly caressed the small of her back, a feat that did not go unnoticed by Boa. She gushed affectionately with every little movement.
“Hancock,” Luffy started, his voice husky. She nodded eagerly, desperate for him to continue. He grinned that award-winning smile she knew all too well, “I love-”
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“Wake up, Hancock!” a croaky voice shouted. The pirate empress grimaced, recognising the elderly voice immediately.
“Nyon! How dare you wake me from my dream with Luffy!” she said bitterly, still half asleep.
“Don’t address me with such disrespect, I just came in here to wake your lazy ass up! I swear, that love sickness will be the end of you!” Elder Nyon screeched before storming out the room.
Hancock smiled at Nyon’s latter comment. If it’s Luffy, then I don’t mind.