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Buggy was in a horrible mood when the crew finally picked him up, and he looked even worse. You really couldn’t blame him; if you had spent several days with your head in a bag you’d be pretty pissed, too. You tried to stay out of the way as he chewed out anyone who crossed his path, accusing everyone of incompetence and betrayal. He didn’t go further than just yelling but when he finished his tirade most of the crew was in tears, begging for forgiveness and prostrating themselves at his feet. He seemed to calm down a little at the display but he still stormed away to his cabin, throwing insults over his shoulder the whole way until he turned down one of the narrow hallways of the ship and you intercepted him. He reared back ready to shout at you too, but you held up your hands trying to appear as non-threatening as possible.
“Please, Captain, I need to check you for injuries.” You asked gently, but firmly.
“I’m fine!” he snapped, crossing his arms and turning away from you.
You rested a hand on his shoulder and squeezed softly, “It would give me peace of mind if I could check you over, Captain Buggy.”
His shoulders dropped slightly and he sighed, letting you lead him back to your office. He muttered about how this was a ‘waste of time’ and ‘I just wanna sleep’ the whole way there, but you just nodded sympathetically in lieu of saying anything. You let him step into your office and guided him to sit on your doctor’s table.
“I’ll try to be as quick and thorough as possible, Captain.” you promised, your hands already working to undo his bandana.
“I can just tell you where I’ve been injured, you don’t have to look for it.” He argued half-heartedly as your fingers raked through greasy hair.
“The faster you let me do my job, the faster you’ll get out of here.” You wiped off your hands and moved from his hair to his face, noting some possible skin irritation, but it was hard to tell with his makeup smeared and flaking.
“Captain, I’m going to clean your face so I can get a better look.”
“Fuck off.” he grunted with barely any bite already laying back on the upright part of the table.
You ignored him and went to your sink, grabbing a small basin and filling it with warm water. He just laid there with his arms crossed and eyes closed. Normally he would be constantly antagonizing you, but he seemed genuinely tired. You scrubbed your hands clean and grabbed a cloth along with some mild cleanser. You’d just have to make this as fast but relaxing as possible.
You told him what you were going to do before you started and he just cracked an eye open and grunted before getting comfortable. You wet the cloth and started at his forehead, wiping softly, working your way down and rinsing the cloth after every wipe. Buggy’s breathing was slow and even as you traced his brow, doing your best to pick up the glitter without spreading it everywhere. That didn’t work because little flecks of glitter still sparkled all over his face, but it hardly mattered. You wiped his cheeks, his unshaven face scratching against the cloth, catching slightly. You wiped over his lips and chin and Buggy’s eyes flew open when you accidentally brushed the underside of his nose with your knuckles. You continued on, purposefully grabbing his chin in your other hand as you tilted his face up toward you so you could softly rub his lips with your cloth. At first he held them in a tight line, but he relaxed as you used a single finger through the cloth to trace the sensitive skin. That part was more for you than for Buggy, but you did your best to remain professional while you were helping your favorite patient.
When you stepped away he sighed so quietly you could’ve sworn it was your imagination, but when you glanced back he was watching you, his face paint just an echo of his normal look. He looked like a different Buggy, present and fragile. You grabbed a new cloth and wiped his face once more to pick up the last bits of makeup residue on his skin. He looked handsome, and bare, and exhausted.
You examined his face, turning it this way and that, and saw signs of malnourishment. You grabbed your flashlight and looked in Buggy’s ears, eyes, and mouth. He grumbled the whole time, sticking his tongue out at you when you finished.
“You’re dehydrated. Have you eaten or drank anything since you returned” you asked, writing your observations down on your clipboard.
“I was going to and then someone” he glared pointedly at you “had to waste my time and ask me dumbass questions.”
You frowned. “Apologies, Captain.” You rustled through your cabinet and grabbed an apple juice and some crackers. “Snack on this while we continue.”
He snatched them out of your hand and unwrapped the straw from the juice box. He attempted, in vain, to pierce the thin foil circle. He stabbed at it several times until the straw bent in half.
He growled in frustration and yelled “Fucking piece of shit! They give this garbage to babies! Why won’t the straw go in?!” He looked ready to chuck the juice box across the room so you snatched it back from him and quickly poked the straw through the hole. You handed it to him and then opened the pack of crackers for him as well. He stared at you dumbfounded for a second before sneering.
“Oh wow, good job. They teach you how to do that in medical school?” he snarked, taking a large sip from his juice box.
You chuckled, “No, but I did learn how to annoy pirate captains.” He gave you a sarcastic smile before slurping down the rest of his juice. You tugged at his sleeve, “I’ll need you to remove your clothes when you’re finished.”
He had a mouth full of crackers but he grinned anyway and looked you up and down. “I haven’t even finished dinner and you’re already getting me naked, huh?” This was all he could say as he was struggling to dryly swallow the crackers. You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt not to smile or laugh. Somehow, he was still attractive enough for you to make your stomach flip at his implication.
“I won’t be able to see your injuries through your clothes, Captain.” You said slowly, as if trying to reason with a child.
He rolled his eyes and tossed his food wrappers to the floor, standing to undress. You averted your eyes to give him some privacy and wandered away to gather together some materials in anticipation of his injured body. He mentioned that he did have injuries but if he was functional and relaxed, then they probably weren’t grievous. But he was also dirty, and you’d have to make sure that his skin and the wounds were clean if they were just scratches or worse. You grabbed the basin again, filling it with warm water and a sponge. You’d wipe him down first and then treat any spots with alcohol or hydrogen peroxide and then bandage any potential wounds. Hopefully he wouldn’t need any stitches.
He cleared his throat obnoxiously behind you to get your attention and you turned to see he was butt-naked, laying on the doctor’s table with his hands behind his head. He was looking at you, a large smile on his face, obviously flexing.
“This what you were looking for?” He asked with a wink and a click of his tongue, voice slightly strained from trying to keep his muscles flexed.
You looked him over, already distracted by what appeared to be small red and purple circles all over his chest. It looked like he was poked by a large needle over and over. He was a Devil Fruit user, wouldn’t something like a blade, or object with a point, not affect him?
“I see I’ve left you speechless.” He grinned wider, lifting his knee, and turning his pelvis toward you to highlight what he was really trying to show off.
“Do you know what made these marks?” You asked, hovering over him, gently prodding the skin around the injuries.
He pouted, clearly not enjoying the change in conversation. “Pretty sure it was darts,” he answered, unconcerned.
“Does it hurt?” You looked into his eyes, and he sighed and glanced away, laying back properly on the table once more.
“Well, it doesn’t feel good” he answered sarcastically.
“And when I do this?” You put light pressure on the purpled skin.
“Stop that!” he batted your hand away from his chest, “It fuckin hurts, dumbass!”
You nodded at his response, writing it down on your clipboard, and he scowled at you.
“I’ll need to clean the skin and then disinfect and bandage your wounds.” you grabbed your materials and draped a sheet on the bottom half of his body. “And you could’ve left your underwear on, Captain.”
“And not give you a show? I’m Buggy the Clown, not Buggy the Priest.” He huffed, clearly wanting to cross his arms, but you were already hovering over him, ready to wipe down his chest like you did his face. He put his arms behind his head once again, this time to get comfortable, his biceps flexing naturally. You stole glimpses of him from the corner of your eye as you fiddled around with the sponge and basin. He was very attractive, muscled, soft in all the places you’d want to grab him, fuzzy enough in some places it made his skin appear to have a blue hue. You tried not to let your thoughts show on your face, cheeks only lightly heating as you dragged the sponge over his body.
Buggy was very quiet as you worked, which surprised you given that he was one of those guys who could talk about everything and nothing for hours. But it didn’t worry you too much, he was tired, and even someone like him couldn’t run his mouth forever. So, you took solace in the little bit of peace, taking your fill of his chest and arms and abdomen as you worked. He sighed lightly as you wiped his neck and clavicle, and you smiled at the sound. You wished you could make him sound like that more often; relaxed, pleased. You moved across his pecs, where the beginning of the holes began, and where dark blue body hair began. He gasped as you wiped over his pierced nipples and you tried not to think about how sensitive they must be and how much you wanted to pull that sound from him again.
You moved over his abdomen, switching to a washcloth to be more delicate and precise with your movements. His muscles tightened and twitched when you grazed his sides and you smiled to yourself at the idea that he was ticklish. You worked until you came to the edge of the modesty sheet, and he lifted his head when you moved away with the basin, grabbing your arm to stop you.
“Don’t tell me that’s it? I was enjoying the sponge bath.” He winked at you, pulling off the sheet to show his half-hard penis. The sight of him made your blood run hot. Your heart was in your throat, beating wildly at the idea that he might be coming on you. Honestly, this was sexual harassment, but you begged for forgiveness from all the feminist goddesses and saints because you wanted him. You glanced up at his face and he looked smug, a smirk on his lips as he eyed you.‘He’s just acting out, trying to get a reaction out of you.’ you reasoned to yourself. ‘Don’t get riled up over a flash of dick.’
“I don’t see anything of note, Captain.” You glanced away, walking over to grab some antiseptic and give yourself some space to breathe.
”Yeowch, you really know how to a cut a guy down.”
“I”m going to finish cleaning up these injuries and then bandage you up.” You explained, doing your best to remain professional. You grabbed the sheet once more to cover him up and grabbed a towel to dab at his wounds.
“Awww, c’mon doc, I was just fooling around! I really did enjoy the sponge bath. Maybe you could continue after patching me up?” He begged, his tone surprisingly sweet and sincere. You couldn’t help but waver when you met his eyes and he batted his eyelashes. You huffed, pretending to contemplate it even though you already knew your answer: yes.
“Its getting late, Captain Buggy. I thought you wanted to eat and sleep?”
He hesitated but answered “This’ll save me a trip to the bath.”
You nodded, even though the excuse was flimsy, it was quite reasonable. “You’re right, you shouldn’t be submerging your chest right now. I’ll finish cleaning you up after I’m done with this.” Your excuse was flimsy as well. You didn’t need to be the one to wipe down Buggy’s body, he could easily do that himself. But you were weak-willed, and he was here in front of you asking for your help. How could you say no?
You bandaged him up with minimal trouble, which you got through slowly because Buggy kept yelling “ouch!” every time you put just the slightest pressure on him, making you jump. Then he would cackle at you, call you an idiot and the stupid cycle would repeat. But it helped to delay what was making you more nervous by the second; now you had to continue cleaning him. You could feel your body heating up as you returned to your sink to wash your hands and re-fill the basin. You really shouldn’t be humoring him like this, it would just serve to hurt you in the end. It was one thing to be friendly or flirt with someone you had a crush on, it was another to be wiping down their naked body with just a thin barrier between you. But! You were a professional! You wouldn’t let your feelings get in the way of helping out. You steeled yourself and returned to Buggy who was acting only slightly more behaved by letting you be the one to move the sheet. However, he had a very irritating self-satisfied smirk on his face when you folded back the sheet and brought the sponge to his hips.
You ignored him, focusing on your work instead. You wiped a long stripe down his thigh, his thick leg hair sticking to his skin as it bent to the path of the sponge. You were slow to wipe down the whole surface area of his thigh, knowing that as soon as you finished with both legs you’d have to move to what you were dreading and most eager to touch. You bent his knee to lift his leg, wiping the thigh and his round butt-cheek. You had him drop his leg and switched sides, repeating the same actions, slowly wiping long stripes against his skin, dipping the sponge back into the water, wringing it, and returning, making your way like this around the circumference of his leg. And when there was no more leg to wash, you had to move your attention back between his legs. Your face burned as you brought the sponge between the crease of his thigh, dragging it slowly across his skin. Your fingers brushed against his cock and you jolted like you were burned, quickly moving to the other side. You did your best to ignore how he was half hard, working slowly around him trying not to accidentally brush against him again. But there was no more skin to wipe and you couldn’t ignore it any longer. ‘It’s just a part of the body, just like a hand or a face, just be delicate’ you reminded yourself.
“I think I’d like the towel for this part” Buggy murmured lowly and your hand hovered over him before you obeyed. Your brain had shut down shortly after accidentally touching his cock, so you did the easiest thing; listen to orders. You traded your sponge for a wash cloth and brought your hand down. The barrier between you and his penis was just a warm thin towel and as soon as your hand cupped the top of him he made a soft sound in the back of his throat. You continued on, swallowing any embarrassment and grabbed the shaft of him, pulling upward to wipe the underside and Buggy moaned.
“You can ditch the towel, sweetheart” he leaned forward slightly to watch you, his penis hardening before your eyes.
“I-I’m just cleaning you, Captain. Nothing else.” You cupped his balls through the towel and lightly fondled them and he dropped his head back and groaned in frustration.
“Fuckin tease” he whispered lowly, eyes watching you intently.
You moved away from his erection and tapped his hip. “You’ll have to sit up for me to wash your back” you turned away from him; you couldn’t bear to look him in the eye.
He sat up with a beleaguered sigh and turned his back to you. He a few scars and several freckles but otherwise his back was clear of anything concerning. You both were silent as you brought the sponge to his back. You felt the need to apologize to him, because maybe you were leading him on. Maybe you were a tease.
No. He was the one who was teasing you. He was the one trying to rile you up and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He could act out as much as he wanted, you would treat him like any other patient.
You tied up his hair and moved it to sit over his shoulder. Slowly, you wiped his neck and shoulders, asking, “Would you like me to wash your hair, too?” The offer leaving your lips before you even had a chance to think it through.
“Can’t keep your hands off me, eh, Doc?” He snickered. And he hit a nerve, making you feel vulnerable and exposed, whether he realized it or not.
“I don’t have to do this, y’know.” You withdrew your hand and dropped the sponge back in the basin.
“Geez! I was just kidding! Lighten up!” He waved a hand at you, not even sparing you a look.
But when you didn’t continue, he started to get annoyed.
“What do you want from me? An apology? ‘Cause you’re not getting one!”
“Fine. Then you’re free to go.” You grabbed the basin and started toward the sink.
He scoffed in disbelief. “W-well! I don’t need your shitty help anyway! I’ll just go to bed with greasy hair! And while I’m at it I’ll just starve and take off all my bandages.” He yelled petulantly, crossing his arms, clearly wanting you to continue but too proud to ask.
“Don't do that.” you sighed, dropping off the basin in the sink. You returned to him but he refused to look at you, frowning deeply. You put a hand on his shoulder, rubbing your thumb soothingly.
“I don’t mind taking care of you, Captain, just ease up on the teasing for now. For me?” You asked quietly, meeting his eyes with a pleading look. He glanced over and then pursed his lips, a light blush coloring his cheeks.
“Didn’t realize you were so sensitive” he mocked but took a look at your tired disappointed face and then back-pedaled “But I was getting tired of bullying you anyway!” He quickly added, waving his hand, trying to seem bored with you.
You put a hand on his cheek to get his attention and smiled warmly at him when his eyes met yours again. “Thank you, Captain.” He stared blankly at you before looking off to the side.
You dropped your hand from his face and patted his shoulder. “Why don’t you lie down and I’ll get together some shampoo and water.” To your surprise he leaned forward against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder.
“You’ll also need conditioner” He mumbled, keeping his head down. He was so cute like this, shy and bashful. You put your hand on the back of his head, unsure what he wanted from you.
“Of course, Captain.” You answered softly, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You were very aware of his naked body, feeling a little embarrassed to be standing between his spread legs. You tried to put it aside, to be normal about his embrace but every point where your skin touched felt searing. If he was reaching out to you like this, being vulnerable, then you had to tolerate it, for him.
You hugged him back, and the two of you held each other for a little bit before he pulled away, flopping back dramatically onto the table, and closing his eyes, refusing to look at you.
You watched his face for just a few moments longer. He was so handsome, his eyelashes so long and dark, his jaw strong, lips soft and almost always stained red, just like his cute nose. You felt bad for taking up so much of his time. He had to be running on fumes at this point. Well, you were nearly finished and it’s not like you forced him to do more, he asked for it. You’d do anything for your captain, even against your better judgement.
You stepped away and went into your room which was attached to your office. You grabbed two towels, some shampoo, and conditioner from your personal bathroom. It’s not like you kept shampoo and conditioner around for patients. You didn’t mind sharing your stuff with Buggy. In fact, it felt kind of intimate, the idea that he would smell like you, even for a day.
Having access a bedroom and bathroom was a huge perk of the job. Even if the two spaces were small and separated by a curtain, it was more than your crewmates had. Most of them had to share sleeping quarters and the bathrooms, but you had your own sink, toilet and shower, plus, enough space for a bed, and a dresser. It was small, but it was yours, and it was more than enough.
Buggy had thankfully covered himself once more with the sheet and was examining his nails as you returned.
“Look at this shit, I’m gonna have to trim these down to nubs” he held his hand out to show you.
You held it in yours, looking over his nails, painted bright red, but chipping along the edges, jagged and cracked.
“I’m not going to clean up your nails, if that’s what you’re asking.” you placed his hand back to his side.
“But I’m so tired and if I do it I’m going to hurt myself” he whined giving you puppy eyes.
You laughed lightly, “I’m certain that you can’t hurt yourself cutting your nails.” You grinned at him and he huffed.
“Yeah, well, I still think you should do it for me.” He muttered, picking at his nails.
You crossed your arms and shook your head, an indulgent smile playing on your lips. “Y’know, if you keep asking me to do things for you, you’re going to end up staying here all night.”
Buggy stayed awfully quiet, not moving a muscle, seemingly lost in thought. You figured that was the end of the conversation and started getting ready to wash his hair. You lowered the top half of the table to lie flat and put a towel under his head, gathering his hair to drape into the basin you placed behind him.
“Would that be so bad?” he whispered as you ran your fingers through his hair to wet it, nearly missing his words. Your hands slowed as you tried to process what he meant by that. Would it be so bad for him to stay the night? No. But why was he asking? Did he feel lonely? Was he afraid? You weren’t sure what he went through while he was held hostage by Arlong and the Straw hats.
“Of course not, Captain” You answered quietly, playing with his hair, running your fingers idly through darkening strands. You weren’t sure what answer he was looking for, but you wanted to help, to make him feel better. The two of you sat in silence while you squeezed shampoo onto his hair and rubbed it through. You really needed to reach his scalp, though, and grabbed the second towel to help position his neck over the basin without too much strain.
You slid your hands under his head and lifted slightly and he got the idea, shuffling backward to dip his head back into the basin. You cupped your hands and ran water over the top of his head, avoiding his face as much as you could.
“Are you uncomfortable?” You asked, unsure if he was straining himself to sit so still.
He grunted and detached his head. “Don’t drown me.” he said as you felt more of his weight lean into your hands.
“I’d die before I let you drown.” You answered too honestly. You held him with one hand and squeezed shampoo onto the top of his head, putting down the bottle and massaging his scalp. You brought down the suds so your other hand could join in massaging his head. He sighed and you kept going, working the shampoo deep into his roots, lightly scratching his scalp with your nails. He made a soft ‘mmm’ when you used your nails and you kept at it, focusing more on making him feel good rather than cleaning.
You softly tugged at his ears, his piercings warmed by the water and his body heat. You wondered idly how long he’s had them pierced. You moved from his scalp and worked the shampoo through the rest of his hair. You dipped his head back into the water, rinsing as best as you could, but the water was becoming too sudsy.
“Captain, would it be alright if I rinse your hair at the sink?”
“Mmmf” he made a sound that could’ve been interpreted either way, but you took it as a yes. He seemed very relaxed, his eyes closed, his breathing long and deep. You carried his dripping head close to your chest, doing your best not to slop too much water onto the floor. Instead, any excess water soaked into your shirt. You held him in the crook of your arm very aware of his cheek pressed to your breast. You were hoping he wouldn’t comment on it while you willed the water to become warmer faster. Thankfully he didn’t say a word, but he looked at you right before you tilted his head back under the running water.
Your hands and sleeves were sopping wet after you rinsed his hair and despite squeezing as much water out as you could, he was still dripping onto the floor as you carried him back. You placed him on a towel as quickly as you could, squeezing out the extra water with the edges. You left him there to rinse out the basin and grabbed your comb and conditioner, sitting behind him once more.
You worked the conditioner into his hair, slowly and methodically brushing it through. This was easier than scrubbing his scalp, more peaceful. If you wanted to wash his hair again you definitely needed some different tools. Washing it in the basin and the sink was a hassle.
His hair was long, so it took you a while to finish combing your conditioner through. It also didn’t help that you spent some extra time running the comb over his scalp, pulling more of those relaxed sighs from him.
You let the conditioner sit in his hair while you dabbed a towel at his hairline, trying to catch any stray droplets or slick conditioner from smearing on his forehead. He looked so relaxed against the table that you wondered if he’d fallen asleep. You left the table, cleaning up your office, putting away stray materials, and neatening your desk.
“Why’d y’stop” Buggy slurred, not even opening his eyes. You smiled at him, glad he couldn’t see your obvious affection. You sat back down beside him and continued to comb his hair. He let out a satisfied sigh and held out a hand. You weren’t sure what he wanted so you just placed your hand in his, hoping he’d tell you what he was looking for. But his fingers curled around yours, holding you in his warm calloused grasp. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach when you realized he just wanted to hold hands. You tried to keep yourself distracted by continuing to comb his hair. He was probably just tired and lonely. You shouldn’t read too much into him wanting to hold your hand, but it still made you feel stupid and giddy.
“I’ll need to rinse your hair again.” You said softly, trying to keep your voice from trembling. You, regretfully, pulled your hand from his and reached under his head. He detached it for you and you brought it to the sink, forgetting to warm up the water. Again. So, you had to wait, again, with his cheek was pressed to your breast. You swore he was leaning into you, maybe even nuzzling you, but it was hard to tell when he was just a head. You rinsed his hair, working the slippery conditioner through with your fingers.
You wrapped his hair in a towel when you were done and set him back down on the table so he could reattach easily. You noticed he was covered in goosebumps and offered to grab some clean clothes from his room.
“Just need a blanket.” He mumbled, jaw nearly locked to keep his teeth from chattering. You hurried to your room and grabbed the chunky knitted blanket from the end of your bed. He sighed in relief when you laid the heavy blanket over him.
“This next.” He held up his hand to you, his eyes closed and face relaxed, a small smile tugging at his lips.
You huffed. “Fine. But you should either eat something or sleep after this.” You went back to your room, changed out of your wet shirt and grabbed your nail kit, snatching up the cuticle oil before you left. You sat down beside him and grabbed his hand, trying not to get distracted by the feel of it. You rarely saw him without his gloves, so seeing his naked hands was kind of a big deal. He must trust you, and that thought had something soft and warm blooming in your chest.
You slowly worked on trimming his nails, trying to maintain as much length as possible. Unfortunately, most of the nails had to be cut nearly to the quick, and you did your best to ensure they were smooth and even. You filed away any jagged edges or sharp spots and felt each nail before moving onto the next. When you finished you squeezed little drops of cuticle oil onto his fingers. You rubbed it into the nail bed and onto the skin around his nails. You squeezed and tugged at his fingers giving him a little massage before you realized what you were doing and returned his hand to him.
“All done Captain.”
Buggy grunted, turning onto his side, trying to get comfortable on the table. You put a hand on his shoulder, your thumb rubbing over his bare skin, trying to ease him awake.
“You can’t sleep on my table. I can help you to bed, if you’d like.” You offered, your hand traveling over his shoulder and across his bare back.
He sighed heavily, like everything was a burden, and sat up, taking a moment to blink away his sleepiness. He slid from the table, grabbing the knitted blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders. It was not big enough to properly cover his lower half, so he was huddled in the blanket with his ass and dick on full display.
“Captain, you might want to cover up before we walk through the ship.” You grabbed his clothes from the floor, offering it to him. He looked at you blearily and grabbed the bundle of clothes, holding in front of his pelvis as he shuffled toward the door.
“That’s not what I meant, but it’s better than nothing.” You sighed to yourself, chasing after him. Luckily only a few people were in the hallways, and once they saw Buggy they bolted immediately. You opened the doors to his room for him and he threw the clothes on the floor and fell into bed with a ‘fwump’, curling up under the knitted blanket. He appeared to be asleep as soon as he hit the pillows.
“Good night, Captain.” You whispered and turned to leave but you felt a hand grab your shoulder. It tugged you over toward him and you leaned over him in confusion.
“Everything alright? Are you in pain?” You held a hand to his forehead but he pulled at your shirt and you followed the hand until you were laying down beside him. He didn’t say a word so you laid still, unsure if this was what he wanted from you. He reached out and pulled you close him, bringing you under the blanket. He sighed heavily into your hair and relaxed, spooning you.
You felt nervous and hot, confused as to why he was holding you but enjoying it all the same. You don’t think you’d ever been this close to your captain before. The most you’d ever gotten was a side hug and that was after a successful raid and heavy drinking. He was acting very affectionate today and you didn’t want to dissuade him in the slightest.
You tried not to move, leaning forward slightly, hoping to slide out of bed once Buggy fell into a deep sleep. You couldn’t stay here all night. If someone from the crew saw you sneaking out of Buggy’s room the next morning you’d never hear the end of it. And you’d probably put Buggy in a weird position, too. You worried at your lip with your teeth, fidgeting slightly, torn between wanting to stay here for as long as possible and wanting to leave before anyone noticed you missing.
But it felt so good to be in Buggy’s arms. It was like everything you had been dreaming about for the last year. You felt guilty for indulging yourself like this, but the giddy feeling of being close to the man you’d been pining over far outweighed any potential repercussions. You could enjoy this moment for now, even if nothing came of it.
You laid there for what felt like an hour, listening to Buggy’s slow even breathing, his little snores and snorts as he fell deeper into sleep, and eventually his body fell away from you. He laid flat on his back, legs and arms sprawled and you slipped from the bed. You looked at him sleeping soundly before leaning over him and covering him with the blanket. You tip-toed across the room, wishing him good night once more before you closed the door behind you.