To Meet the Sea
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(Written for Mermay but I'm very late)
If you keep yourself busy, you can run away from your thoughts, but what do you do when theres nothing to do?
Buggy Is stuck on land and bored ot of his mind, so he takes to exploring every nook and cranny of this island. What he finds there might be more than he bargained for.
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The ship was in dire need of repairs, both from the recent battle and due to the myriad of bumps and scratches that had accumulated since their last stop at a shipwright.
Few places dealt with pirates, and fewer still were outfitted to handle the repairs needed on the Big Top. By the time they found a pirate—friendly island where they could get the work done, they ran the risk of sinking at any moment. And now they were to stay on land for a very long time.
The crew was happy to treat it as a sort of vacation.
Without a ship, any preparations had a loose and long deadline, and so it was decided that here was the place to spend the spoils of their last raid. The crew was left to their own devices, and that included their Captain.
There was a limit on how much fun could be had in a single town, Buggy reached it after a month. Bored of the taverns and unable to raise his usual brand of chaos, lest his ship remain a wreck, he took to exploring the island.
It was a welcome respite from the constant attention he always received. He loved it, to be sure. The cheers of his crew and the screams of his victims, but even someone like him needed to retreat backstage eventually.
In between nights of revelry and days spent lazing around at the beach, his long walks took him to many hidden corners of the island, and of all the natural treasures he found, his favourite was one small cave.
The entrance was so small, narrow and jagged, he almost didn't notice it, Without his chop chop powers it would have been impossible to go inside. The cave was no bigger than the deck of his ship, the ceiling just tall enough that he could stand up without his hat. The crack he went through let in rays of sunlight that illuminated the rocky sand, but on the opposite side, the water that splashed against the rocks seemed to glow from within, seemingly leading out to the open sea.
In this hidden place where no one else could come in, in the shallow waters that were clear even in the darkness, Buggy took off his shoes, rolled up his pants, and allowed the weakness brought by the sea to seep into his bones.
He missed the sea so badly. Even now that he was a captain with his own ship and crew, it remained so close and yet so far away. Even after he was cursed by the devil fruit, he craved the coolness of the water, the gentle sway of the waves. So he came back, time and time again, to the only place where he was safe to surrender to the sea.
Buggy was so confident in the secrecy of this dark haven, one day he failed to notice it was already occupied.
She was simply sitting there, staring at him from behind a big rock. Her dark hair and clothes, made even darker by the water dripping off of her, blended with the shadows of the cave, making it seem as if she appeared out of thin air.
By then, Buggy had already soaked in the water for so long his feet were pruney, and his heart nearly popped out of his chest in fright. His shout of surprise, accompanied by clumsy attempts to get out of the water, earned a giggle out of her that echoed in the walls of the cave.
— How did you get in?! — Buggy asked, pointedly ignoring the voice in his head that wondered if she was a ghost.
The strange woman stared him down, studying him. Her amused smile in harsh contrast with her cold gaze. — I swam in. — She said at last. — I thought that was the only way until you showed up.
— Well, now you can leave! This is my spot!
— It was my spot first jackass!
If Buggy weren't still soaked in seawater, he'd be out of this place already. Hopefully, the darkness hid his embarrassment at being found in such a vulnerable state.
While he sat there, wondering how he was supposed to flee or fight this strange woman without falling into the water, she continued to be still as a statue, like she was taunting him.
— Look, — She broke the silence, and Buggy hoped she didn't notice how it startled him. — I don't think anyone else can come in here the way you did, and I know for a fact that I'm the only one who comes here the way I do. How about we share until your ship is fixed and we never have to see each other again?
How did she know he had a ship being fixed? Was she following him? Could she read minds?
Seeing his thoughts plain on his face, she arched an unimpressed eyebrow and pointed to his hat, perched on a rock.
— Oh — Buggy let out a relieved breath. He cleared his throat and squared his shoulders before talking, hopefully without wavering — I suppose I can be generous and let you stay.
Water splashed right at his face, and the strange woman swam towards the deep end of the cave. She laid in the submerged sand amidst the rocky edges of the cave as he sputtered out water.
He didn't stay long that day, leaving as soon as he was dry enough to use his powers.
He decided then and there to never go back to that cave, his sanctuary was now compromised, he didn't want to risk being found by someone else, and he especially didn't want to see that strange woman again.
Three days later he was crawling back down through than narrow entrance to soak in the water again. He ignored the woman taking a nap on the other side of the cave.
— Why do you do it? — Her voice reached him softly, like a wave vanishing into the sand.
Buggy made a questioning grunt in return, not wanting to entertain her in chatter, but too curious to continue ignoring her.
— You ate a devil fruit, didn't you? That's how you're able to get in, I saw it.
— So what?! — Buggy snapped — You want to know why I ate it?
— Why do you just sit there? — Her words hit him like a splash of cold water, salt on a wound that still hasn't healed.
And yet, he found himself searching for the right words to answer her.
— I miss the sea.
They sat in silence after that, the sound of the waves drowning out the outside world. When the rays of sunlight began to turn the sand orange gold, the strange woman dove into the water and vanished, her black hair and dress looked like a cloud of ink as she disappeared through the underwater path.
The next time they saw each other, Buggy was there first, already soaking his feet when her arrival was announced by a near silent splash of water. Buggy would have missed it, if he hadn't been waiting for it.
As the quiet stretched, Buggy felt anxious, he had expected more questions, had wondered what she might ask next, pondered over possible answers. He felt restless.
— Why do you come here? — he blurted out, almost startling himself with his own question.
She didn't answer, which annoyed him. He was starting to get angry when her voice finally reached him. — I don't have to be anyone when I'm here. I don't have to be reasonable, or polite, or strong, or smart. I can just exist.
He waited for her to continue, but she said nothing else. — I suppose that's as good a reason as any.
After that, they started talking more. About shallow things, at first. Buggy complained about how long it took to fix a ship, she told him local legends and city gossip. About how he liked to take weird and strange knickknacks from the ships he raided, and she liked to collect trinkets that fell off of ships and reached the seabed near the island.
He even learned her name eventually. She was Titania, like the queen from a fairytale. When he nicknamed her Tania, she didn't complain. She just stared at him with that same cold gaze that sent shivers down his spine. She still answered to the nickname.
Tania sat closer to him now, but still deep in the water. Every time he teased her about being scared of him, she answered the same way.
— I like my pirates properly incapacitated, thank you very much.
She didn't relent even when Buggy pouted, pretending to be hurt by her words. He was unsettled by her, almost as much as he was tempted by her. The way she swam just far enough, but just close enough. If only he could reach out deeper into the water, he could touch her, hold her, drown her.
She noticed, of course. The way he'd trail off as he watched her stretch atop a rock, black wet fabric clinging to her chest, glistening in the dim light of the cave. She did it on purpose, he was sure, sprawling out like a cat who demands attention but refuses to come any closer.
It was raining, the tide was high, and Buggy had even less space than usual. Still, he sat with water up to his knees, weak and entranced by the woman floating just out of his reach. Her hair spread out like smoke as it drifted with the waves.
— You want something. — She said, not even looking at him, perfectly content to float on her own.
Buggy's mouth felt dry, he licked his lips as he stared at her, — How do you know?
Tania chuckled, — You're a loud person, Buggy.
He snorted out a laugh at how easily she read him, even though it had only been a few days since they'd met.
— I want you to come here and keep me company, — he said with a mischievous grin, — I'm cold.
Tania gave him that look again, like she wanted to filet him like a fish. It was addicting.
He was about to take back his words, pretend it was more of a joke than he actually intended, but she began to swim towards him. His heart pounded as she inched closer, her long black hair moving like tendrils closing in on his feet as it moved with the waves. Something coiled around his ankle and pulled him deeper into the water.
With a splash and a startled shout, his back hit the sand. He was completely soaked, and what strength he had left was washed away. His entire lower body was completely submerged in seawater and pinned under Tania's weight.
It took great effort and his arms trembled, but Buggy managed to lift himself to rest on his elbows. His eyes darted around as he tried to make sense of what was happening.
She crawled on top of him, slick black tentacles unfurling and curling around his legs instead of what he thought was the skirt of a dress.
— Mermaid. — Buggy hissed, breathless, his thoughts racing as her hand moved up the length of his torso to rest on his chest.
— Took you this long to notice? — She teased, her cold fingers curling into the opening of his vest. — I didn't really try to hide it.
Buggy swallowed dry. — But you knew that I didn't know.
— I did — she admitted, — It was a bit funny.
He was at her mercy, yet the sight of her on top of him sent a shiver of excitement up his spine. Heat pooled despite the coolness of the water. His breath hitched when she settled on his lap, one rogue tendril sneaking under his vest, teasing the skin of his hip.
— Please don't eat me. — His voice quivered as he pleaded.
She smiled. — No promises.
She leaned in, her face so close her breath cooled his damp face. As he glanced down at her mouth, a flush crept up his neck. His arms clumsily wrapped around her waist, and he almost fell back into the water.
Her lips were cold, but soft, as they met his. Her hand gripped his vest as she relaxed on top of him, kissing him languidly, savouring him. Too entranced by her attention, Buggy gave up on holding himself up and laid back on the sand. The water was just low enough that his chest was exposed to the open air.
A satisfied groan rose from his throat when her tongue teased his lower lip. He let her in eagerly, she tasted like saltwater and dreams. Buggy's hands gripped her hips like a lifeline, and he let out a hiss when she began to grind against his swollen cock, sensitive despite the layers of clothing that trapped it.
He gasped for air when Tania pulled away from him, muttering curses as she nipped and sucked wet kisses on his jaw and neck, trailing down his chest as she swiftly opened his vest, exposing him. She bit his hip before looking up at him, expectantly, while tugging at the waistband of his pants.
— Please, — he urged, before she could even say anything.
Tania smiled at him, amused, before kissing below his navel as she pulled down his pants. His aching cock was released into the cold air, curving up towards his belly, the tip just barely peeking out of the water.
She held it gently, pumping it slowly while staring intently, as if studying it. She licked it once, from base to tip, and Buggy let out a breathy, drawn out moan, stuttering when he felt one cold tentacle wrapping around the base. Tania wrapped her lips around the tip, the warmth of her mouth replacing the coolness of the water as she swallowed down, the tentacle squeezing him where her lips couldn't reach. The feeling was almost too much, her head moved as if accompanying the ebb and flow of the waves. Each time her warmth enveloped him, he was brought closer to delirium.
Buggy whined when she released him, his aching hard cock exposed to the cold water. The tentacle now squeezed his base, denying him release.
Tania's lips were swollen and red, glistening even in the dim light as she drew closer to smother his moans and curses with her mouth. She sat up, admiring the pirate's ruined state, struggling to buck his hips up into the tendril swirling around his member.
— Look at me, — her gentle voice called out to him.
Buggy opened his eyes with great effort, his mind hazy with sensations. She shifted her hips, black tendrils parting to reveal a surprisingly familiar entrance. — Is this what you wanted? — She teased.
— Yes! Fuck! — His trembling hands reached for her hips. — Yes, yes, yes! I want it so bad, I want you so bad, please!
He kept pleading and cursing as she leisurely guided the tip towards her entrance, stopping after her folds had only just enveloped the swollen head.
Buggy glared at her, eyes full of frustration and desire.
She took hold of his wrists, guiding his hands to push up her top and touch her breasts. Buggy squeezed, drawing a soft moan out of her lips.
— Keep talking like that, — her voice was breathy as she took him in, inch by inch, — I like it.
A babble of praise and pleading poured out as she began to move, stuttered between grunts and moans that arose from his chest, incoherent and disconnected like his thoughts. The sound of splashing water nearly drowned out Buggy's voice. His body tried to thrust into her, instead, she set the pace.
Tania used him to chase her pleasure, bringing him along as an afterthought.
Her movements grew erratic. Soft, breathy moans that drove Buggy insane spilled out of her lips. A final, stuttered moan escaped as she came, clenching around him like a vice grip, squeezing a climax out of him.
She kept moving, drawing every last bit of enjoyment she could out of him. Overwhelming his oversensitive body, squeezing every last drop of cum out of his spent cock.
Buggy gasped as she pulled away. His arms fell limp to his sides, and he breathed in air like he had just found air after being underwater. Tania laid on top of him, the rise and fall of her chest matching his.
Buggy grabbed her arm, startling her, gripping as hard as he could. She held herself above him, facing him, staring him down, waiting to see what he would do. He made a disgruntled face as he attempted to rise up, lips parting, eyes fixed on her swollen lips. She bent down to meet him with a smile, allowing him to take her mouth as he pleased, clumsy and hungry despite the exhaustion. Gasping for breath and still coming back for more. Holding onto each other as they came down from the high they had found together.
— I must go now, — she whispered into his lips, — I have places to be.
Tania gave him one last kiss before she left him for the deeper waters, leaving him cold and exposed.
Buggy propped himself up on his elbows with a grunt. Licking his lips, he stared at her, — Will you come back here later? — he asked before she could disappear into the water.
— Later. — she giggled mischievously.
The cave fell silent. He was left alone in the waning tide, wet, unclothed, exhausted, and wondering when he would see her next.
