Instinct Part 2 ( Trafalgar Law x Reader )

Honey

A nightmare.

You stirred in your sleep until your mind forced itself awake, in its own perdition following the near loss of your wolf.

A soft whine escaped from your lips as you started to shift and wake up. Your body instantly reminded you that it wasn't healed yet, and you whimpered in pain. Slowly, your eyes squinted open, managing to peer at the clock. 6:47am. Your alarm was set for 6:55am. You had class at 9.

It wasn't always that you beat your alarm awake, but it was a nice reassurance that you still had a few minutes to rest. Carefully, you began to turn over and shift the weight in your body, quietly groaning in the process.

"Good morning, (f/n)-ya~."

"Hrm? Oh, good morning, Law.." You mumbled, closing your eyes.

Wait.

Eyes flashing open, you met with that illuminating gaze owned by none other than--

"LAW?!"

You scrambled and kicked at the sheets, rolling and nearly falling out of bed until one of his strong arms hooked around your waist and caught you.

"Ow, ow, ow..." You muttered, allowing yourself to be captured and going limp beneath his hold.

"And here I thought you'd be excited to see me," he sighed, though you caught on to the hint of sarcasm laced in his tone.

"I...just wasn't expecting...you here..in my bed, at least."

He rolled you onto your back and propped himself up on an elbow, his face hovering over yours while one of his tattooed hands purified your face by pushing back a few strands of stray hair. He was shirtless - as usual.

"I'll sleep on the couch next time."

"Wait--" you began hurriedly, reaching up to hold his cheek with your palm, meeting the warm skin, "I want to see your face when I wake up."

He arched a brow and he studied your face before releasing a sleepy chuckle.

"Right answer." He closed the distance between your lips, his hand moving from your hair and skimming over your hand on his cheek, lacing his fingers with yours.

When you parted, you snickered, "'Right answer'? Was this a test?"

"Mm, perhaps," He smirked, and his hand then slipped down to your stomach, giving your tummy a few gentle pinches which made you squeak.

"Law, don't!" You giggled, still tired from the early rise, though you managed to squirm a little, pushing at his hand the best you could.

You could see him laughing with you behind his silent, crafty expression, but he wasn't as sadistic as you had been to him in the past (oops) and eased up, though his fingers picked at the bottom of your shirt and tugged.

"Alright, but I need you to take this off."

You paused and stared at him, instantly flushing.

"Wh-What...?"

"I'll make it quick." He put his hand on the other side of your head and pulled himself off his elbow to where he was crouched over you.

You felt cornered, a situation you had grown to dislike for personal reasons. But, you weren't really scared, just confused.

Instantly, though, you brought your hands to his bare chest and began to push against his sturdy body but making no progress.

"What's gotten into you?"