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mekachu04Little smutty. Not a lot though
Their first bed was just some blanket scraps and rags on the ground, tucked in next to tall trash piles to block the wind. Hide them from casual sights. Eventually floors of derelict buildings of a few walls and often nothing more. Clothes rolled up as pillows still in a sack- easy to grab when a quick escape was in order.
It was cuddling together for warmth and for safety that made it a bed, not the structure itself. For children. it was the best they could do, and they made it work.
As almost teens, they went from sleeping in trash piles and under stairs and the shells of long burned out places- to a place they almost had a legal Right to stay at, with a locking doors.
Killer splurged on a Real matress for them. A straw bundled one that was like sleeping on a cloud. It was quickly to small for the both of them, and after turning 14, killer started sleeping back on the floor.
And then... well, then Kidd learned the truth. Why killer didn't want to share the bed with him any more. Why she was afraid to share the bed anymore. Kidd himself slept on the floor for a while after that, until in the dark of their Room, killer voiced timidly - her Real voice, the one she'd hidden from even him- that she hated this.
That she missed him.
They were still to big for the mattress, but it didn't matter. It just wasn't Right to sleep apart
on the ocean, straw mattresses aren't so practical. The air is salty and wet, the straw trapping the damp and becoming a breeding ground for mold. Hammocks are the way they go at the start.
The two of them never even attempted to sleep apart. They never even thought they might want to keep up such a Rouse. Some early crew didn't like it. The ones smart enough to be tactful in their discomfort where left behind on the next island.
But as much as hammocks are nice for sleeping, they did provide one small hickup.
It was significantly harder to fuck.
Not impossible, but certainly more interesting.Under their hammocks was a growing rest of soft furs and plush woven blankets.
The first time Kidd lays his partner out over them, he's struck by the memory of their first time. When killer and he were still figuring things out. They'd both ended up on the floor, tangled in the blankets, and he'd woken her up fighting with the sheets when they'd rolled to the floor.
For the second time, he'd found himself towering over her, sitting on her hips, pinning her to the ground. The first time, the first time she'd been terrified, her secret exposed to the world in a horrible twist of fate.
He'd reacted poorly.
This time, she'd looked at him curiously. Patiently.
Suggestively. He'd reacted better, but still uncertain. fearful. It was something new, and he didn't have a script for that. His usual response to something new would of been to lash out. Violance. He'd made that mistake with hisfriend once.
He kissed her instead.
It was awkward and they were both unsure of where to put their hands, and in general the worse anyone could have done. Two virgins with no real idea of what they were doing. fumbling and groping on the floor, and Kitt'd barely gotten his dick wet when he was Cumming, heart pounding in his ears and face burning in equal parts mortification and release. She'd laughed.
Not mockingly, but a Release of tension. Kidd was still knelt over her, her legs around his waist, his shameful face hiding in her collar. He went to pull away, slipping free of her and spilling out on to the sheets between them, But killer would let him leave their makeshift coccune, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him back to her. letting him blush his shame away into her breast.
He'd gotten so much better at sex since then.
They'd christened the captain's cabin of their new home loud enough their entire new family no longer had questions of their relationship. There an the fans, Kitt had lavished killer with all the adoration and worship a glorious warned of a pirate like her deserved- It wasn't the quick fuck they'd started dabbing in when the bloodlust and adrenaline of a good brawl left them wound up even after all their enemies had fallen before them,
No- as sappy as it was- on the floor under their hammocks - Kitt would absolutely call what he did to killer "making love" No fumbling and uncertainly- but two bodys as one. Souls together. like he told her when he swore himself to her after learning her truth. They were a set. Do not separate.
He lavished devotion on her flesh and she would tear open her chest and let him crawl inside to exist in her very heart if she could, Instead she settled for his dick in her cant - his seed in her body. Shell coax him to sleep still buried in hr- lever to leave if only life worked that way.
Even their enemies aement sun were one ended on the other started. The set of captain and Soldier, titles only finally given when Kitt became the mouthpiece of the two. Killer donned a mask that distorted her voice when shedid feel the need to speak up, and she slipped into the role of just another pirate man shaking up the world order.. with ease.
If she'd met Jenny Bonney before the world order went to shit, maybe she'd gone differently. If she knew Bonney secret - well, she was a soft heart under all that cold blooded Reputation- she'd have swooped her fellow South Blue Sea-hauler and given her the world. Instead her crew helped trash a slave house, battled one of the world governments newest crimes against humanity, and witnessed the end of one ena & the birth of a new one.
They'd been ready to join that astray in of a new era, but fate chose them a different path. They'd taken a nest' at the cusp of the new world, recalibratnythe events they'd witnessed. It hadn't settled well with her- as much as she loathed to admit weakness.
They read the news of Monkey Luffy ringing the ox bell while Killen depates if her unease is more than the gut feeling of (doom?) she gets sometimes or something else,
Regardless, they've learned to listen to her aut instruct on these matters, and tread with causion?
It's the hyper awareness that lets them get the drop on the pirates move practived in the seas of the New world, Shows that their reputation of Paradase was well earned.
It's thathyperawaness that has Kidd figuring it all out first, freezing suddenly one afternoon before they to killer in fearful awe. It scares the one-the intensty of his scuritny oh his partner.
He doest speak his mind in the open, but takes her hand and drags her to their cabin.
The crew would have hooked and carried on normally, This wasn't normally. Only the pressance of the other commanders kept them from easednopping- That rite belonging only to wine & Heat.
They might have understood last before even he did.
"Your heartbeat has an... echo?"
CAN: 15 weeks for doppler (3.45 month) 17-20 fountuasoud)
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