[He was sure as hell NOT cuddling. And if he was, it wasn't intentional, and he hadn't even realized it.]
[He was just relaxed for once and enjoying it, but now--]
[Smoker scrambles off the bed, rubbing at the front of his throat like he couldn't breathe. Well fuck, if that's what Ace figured, no wonder he freaked out a little.]
[Smoker needed space, but he owed Portgas a better explanation than not.]
[He's quiet, relying on the cigars.]
[The desire to arrest pirates, to capture them, the addiction of that, assuming Law was really right, was back again.]
[Cuddle? Tch.]
[No.]
You wanted to fuck in my jacket.
[How does that explain it? But it's why.]
[It wasn't about...]
[Whatever the fuck cuddling was for. Emotional closeness? Ugh. Hell no.]
[He closes his eyes, letting it all tumble in his head, even though he's practically at the far corner of the room already.]
[How to word it...]
I didn't want you to just...
[Be free? Run away? Escape?]
[All bad for the pirate.]
[It was just instinct.]
Forget it, it's not important.
[The pink is threatening to stain his cheeks again, and he really wants to go, but it was his fault it got this complicated, even if it wasn't how he meant it. Too much carelessness.]
Don't make it a bigger deal than it is.
I wasn't trying to...
[Cuddle, claim Ace, keep him forever, or even capture him.]
[Smoker just wanted the few seconds.]
[He closes his eyes again and aggravated, massages the bridge between his eyes.]
no subject
[He hadn't thought of it like that.]
[At all.]
That wasn't... I wasn't--
[He was sure as hell NOT cuddling. And if he was, it wasn't intentional, and he hadn't even realized it.]
[He was just relaxed for once and enjoying it, but now--]
[Smoker scrambles off the bed, rubbing at the front of his throat like he couldn't breathe. Well fuck, if that's what Ace figured, no wonder he freaked out a little.]
[Smoker needed space, but he owed Portgas a better explanation than not.]
[He's quiet, relying on the cigars.]
[The desire to arrest pirates, to capture them, the addiction of that, assuming Law was really right, was back again.]
[Cuddle? Tch.]
[No.]
You wanted to fuck in my jacket.
[How does that explain it? But it's why.]
[It wasn't about...]
[Whatever the fuck cuddling was for. Emotional closeness? Ugh. Hell no.]
[He closes his eyes, letting it all tumble in his head, even though he's practically at the far corner of the room already.]
[How to word it...]
I didn't want you to just...
[Be free? Run away? Escape?]
[All bad for the pirate.]
[It was just instinct.]
Forget it, it's not important.
[The pink is threatening to stain his cheeks again, and he really wants to go, but it was his fault it got this complicated, even if it wasn't how he meant it. Too much carelessness.]
Don't make it a bigger deal than it is.
I wasn't trying to...
[Cuddle, claim Ace, keep him forever, or even capture him.]
[Smoker just wanted the few seconds.]
[He closes his eyes again and aggravated, massages the bridge between his eyes.]
I was just in a good mood. That's all.
[No worries Ace, good mood over.]