continued from here with @spiritmarking
The moment their crews parted ways, Law missed her. He laid awake, preoccupied with thoughts of soft skin, quick wit and mischevous smiles, and the distant scent of fresh tangerines. Sometimes he simply yearned for her, closed his eyes and imagined she was curled into his side, that he had company on sleepless nights in his quarters, or pretended she was huddled with him under a blanket on watch duty. Other times his thoughts were less savoury, and a hand would trail beneath the waistband of his sleep pants as he pictured her, her body, how it felt pressed to his and the pleasure only they could pull from each other. It wasn't the same, but it got him through to when their crews crossed paths again. Luckily, as their navigator, Nami had the power to change the Thousand Sunny’s course in the direction of the island Law conveniently mentioned over the transponder snail line they would soon be docking at.
It had been hell getting through his captainly duties and the usual harassment from the other Straw Hats until he and Nami could finally get time alone together. While their crews mingled and drank and laughed, Law tugged Nami away and Shambled them to his quarters, too impatient to lead her there by foot. He wastes no time, pushing her onto his unmade bed, shoving a book to the floor as he climbs above her. He drags his hand up her thighs and over her hips, fingers cool but not cold against the warmth of her flesh.
"I missed you," He whispers and presses the first of many kisses to her cheek, across her jaw and down to that spot he knows is ticklish. Her giggles make his heart, already fluttering in his chest, skip a beat. "I missed you so much, Nami."
There's a smile that hadn't left his face since the moment he realised he had the opportunity to steal her away, a rare genuine smile from him. Not mocking or smarmy but playful and happy, so glad to have her in his arms again. Her legs wrap around him and lock him in place, as if he was at any risk of parting from her. After showering her with what he deemed to be an appropriate number of kisses, he pulls his head away from her neck, looking down at her. She's like a goddess in his messy sheets, ginger hair framing her pretty face so beautifully, and he wants to steal her away and keep her at his side forever. He leans in, pressing his mouth to hers, eyes falling closed as he gets lost in the petal softness of her lips, kissing her slow and gentle.