thatcannibalchild:

 [[ ☣ ]] ——He was already swimming. He was swimming, soaked in a warm blanket of haze and dust that anything he touched felt like rainbows on his fingertips. It’d been so so long since he experienced this euphoric feeling and he had to thank Law for it. The moment was was suddenly cut short by Monet’s familiar, silky voice.

Lifting his head from the couch felt like doing front flips and he might as well have flipped all the way to the moon and back because of the tingling feeling in his temples, but the sight of the long haired beauty had him stopping. Her words registered- they did, but time and motion didn’t work together at the moment and by the time he realized where he was, he was standing in front of her, broad hands on her ample hips and staring into her playful gaze.

It was so hard, so hard-

Difficult. It was so difficult to really respond with actual words, so he was simply caught staring a little longer, the strongest rush of red crossing his cheeks before he remember to breath, throat struggling with a gulp

With her. Just her. Her and that sinful body slippery with water… Just the two of them-

“Hell yes.”