You gasped.

Long, rough fingers slid down your body in a sluggish fashion, soft and with just the barest of contact that it was almost unnoticeable. It made you stretch and wiggle and you wanted so much more. A heat coiled in your stomach and you tensed, the hand now changing direction and back up your form. It brushed past your thighs first, moving in a swirling pattern like it was mapping out your skin, then it dragged to your hip. Here, his palm groped and pinched, making your limbs twitch and your heart race before he went to your stomach to stretch out and rub your naval. He did this for a few seconds before going upwards once more, fingers stretched across your skin until the tips brushed the swell of your breast. The calloused hand stroked and massaged your bust before finally cupping it, squeezing gently as his thumb quickly brushed over your pert nipple.

You mewled, body arching into the male as an aching need swelled inside your abdomen. He felt so warm and solid against you, naked form rubbing against yours with leisurely grace. Legs caressed each other's in an eager manner, hands explored every inch of skin they could reach, and hips bumped together multiple times, creating electric friction that made you ready to fall over the edge of pleasure.

You kept your eyes shut tight as your nerve-endings tingled, his face now burying into your neck and nuzzling with affection. It was almost too much, chapped lips and scruffy beard tickling your throat while also making your toes curl and your core hot.He was gripping your hips now, keeping them closer to his own while his mouth traveled to your jaw, your chin, then finally your lips. His kiss was slow, deliberate, sensual - it made you feel special and treasured. You reached up to grip the back of his head, clenching a fistful of blonde hair while your bodies pushed as close as possible. He pulled away from the kiss, heavy breath mingling with yours before you whispered his name in need.

"Killer~."

Then you opened your eyes, frowning as you were greeted with the ship's ceiling and not the man you'd been daydreaming about.

You sunk low into the bathtub, warm water rising above your nose as you blew bubbles in frustration.

What the heck was going on with you??? For months Killer has been harassing you and making you feel confused and now you had to deal with him invading your leisure time? You just wanted to take a damn bath, not have a...a...!!

You blew more bubbles in anger as your already flushed face turned bright red.

A wet dream.

How the hell were you supposed to deal with all this?!! You hated the guy!!

At least, you thought you did... to be honest, he'd become less aggravating lately. You didn't feel frustration when he entered the room or when he gained immediate notice from your Captain. You didn't seem to mind that much when he outdid you in every task or that he was just great at everything.

At some point you'd grown out of that, maybe... Sure, you wanted Kid's attention, but not as much anymore. No, most of your focus seemed to go on avoiding Killer and worrying what he was going to do to torture you. It made you feel weird and awkward and dumbfounded. What was he trying to do? Drive you insane!?!

You splashed the soapy water in a huff, wishing you could figure this all out.

Unfortunately, you had a limited time in the bathroom, so brainstorming would have to wait until you made it back to your room. Finishing up your daily routine of shampoo, conditioning and a good rinse, you slipped out of the tub and grabbed your towel.

It wasn't very big, just long enough to reach your upper thighs if you wrapped it around your body, but you didn't really need to do this since you always brought a clean outfit to change into after washing off.

Collecting your bath supplies, you bent down to grab your clothes to get dressed...then felt like a complete and total moron.

You peaked around the corner of the hall, cheeks flushed and damp from where your wet hair clung to them. Spotting no one, you rushed down the hallway as quickly as possible and to the next corner, clutching the towel tightly around your body as you peaked around this corner.

Now, why were you running around the deck of the ship in only a bath towel?

Oh well, silly you forgot to grab a clean set of clothes! Isn't that hilarious? Wonderfully, painfully hilarious?!!

Wait a second author, why weren't you just wearing the clothes you had on before you took your bath? Wearing dirty clothes was much better then being caught butt naked on a ship full of men!

About that... See, it had been your brilliant idea not too long ago about a new laundry system. The crew had been complaining about clothes getting mixed up in the wash, shirts being worn by the wrong person, too many pairs of pants matching too closely to tell which belonged to who. You didn't even want to think about how many times you've had to buy a pack of socks.

Not wanting any of your clothing mixed with anyone else's, you suggested a way to keep the items separate. A tiny series of chutes were installed to pile up like a laundry basket until it reached a certain weight before being put next in the wash. It would be cleaned before cycling to the dryer then into a lone basket with the person's name on it. It was silly and complicated, but it worked. These chutes were located in each person's room and in the few bathrooms on the ship and all one had to do was slide a knob over to their respective name before putting their clothes down the vent. It hadn't been hard to build considering your captain and some of the crew were amazing at inventing things.

So, of course the first thing you did with your dirty clothes was put it down the chute as soon as you entered the bathroom, not even realizing you'd forgotten to bring clean ones with you. This wasn't the first time to happen to someone, there was the occasional streaker who was laughed and mocked for a few days until it was forgotten or the next person made the same mistake. It was a nice distraction during long, boring periods at sea.

The problem was, this had never happened to you. You had made it a point to never let it happen! The last thing you wanted was to go streaking down the halls!! Why was your idea biting you in the ass?! Why was it that even when you win, you still lose?!

And why did your room have to be so damn far away?!!

You froze, turning behind you as you heard a group of voices travel down the hall, coming closer and closer to where you were. You quickly moved forward, desperate to get to the safety of your room before you embarrassed yourself. More voices, this time ahead of you and it was then that you saw the shadows of two people on the wall up ahead. You skidded to a stop and turned back but tensed as the other group of voices continued to draw nearer. You pivoted, bouncing in place in panic as you tried to think of a way out.

Shit, you were trapped!! You were going to get laughed and mocked and you were going to be embarrassed forever-!!

Hands abruptly gripped your shoulders, pulling you backwards into a room before both groups turned the corner to walk down the hall. They didn't notice the door shut softly as they all passed each other, nodding in greetings and going about their day while almost getting an eyeful of a naked female.

You leaned against the door, breath hitched as you listened closely until the crew members were long gone. It was only a few seconds but it felt like a lifetime as you waited for one of them to comment on seeing something strange or mentioning a certain someone's butt flashing them. Your towel did not cover much, let me tell you.

It was tense like this for a few short minutes but when you heard nothing you finally felt your shoulders loosen and your body relax.

"I never thought I'd see you running around like that," A deep voice chuckled, making your body freeze and your face turn bright red.

Oh, you knew who'd pulled you into the room. You'd connected the dots as soon as the door was shut and the man was close behind you, his chest pressed into your back while his hands were now resting on your waist.

You turned, looking over your shoulder at the tall, masked man who was just a little too close for comfort.

"T-Thank you..." You really were thankful!!

Now, if he could just back away a little...

Killer looked at you, not even trying to hide his peeping gaze as his head moved up and down; taking in your half naked glory. His hands were still on your waist, thumbs twitching as if they resisted the need to rub in circles against your body. You could see his arms slightly strained, looking ready to snatch you up and do as he pleased.

That was not going to happen.

You moved away, relieved he let go and didn't try to trap you. He'd done it so many times before that it was becoming almost normal for you. Should you be concerned about that...?

You briefly looked around, never actually entering the first mate's room before. It wasn't that much bigger then yours, enough room for a large bed, a dresser, nightstand, and a work bench where a series of blades rested. You pictured Killer bent over the table, working hard on cleaning his tools and sharpening his swords for future battles, determined to give his all and live up to his large bounty.

He cleared his throat and you turned to look at him, startled that you'd forgotten you were with the very man you hated...disliked? You weren't sure anymore.

Oh, and you were wet and naked. Drops of water were still sliding down your legs and back, your hair was a mess of tendrils that stuck to your skin and frame your face; all of this making the air feel cool against your over-heated body.

"I-I need to-"

He moved before you could make it back to the door, blocking the only exit as he stared down at you. You gulped, tightening the towel around your body while you nerves seemed to buzz in anticipation.

"You can't go out like that," Killer stated, walking past you to his dresser where he searched around. You watched as he did this, clutching the towel closer while trying to appear calm. You were sure you looked nervous as he finally turned back around and held out a shirt.

Blinking, you slowly took the clothing, his old polka-dot button up looking just as it did when he used to wear it. He obviously couldn't anymore since he was was much bigger now, no longer the lanky man from two years ago. You held it close and kept your gaze on it, too shy to look at Killer's mask.

"Thanks," you replied softly, making the room feel awkward. When you didn't make a move to put on the shirt he sighed and turned around, making a point not to look at you so you could get dressed without any issues.

You weren't going to waste the chance, dropping your towel, you swiftly pulled the long sleeved shirt on and buttoned up the front as quickly as possible while noting the fabric bunched a bit at your hips and clung to your chest. It was only just barely longer then your towel, but at least you didn't have to fear it falling off while you ran.

"I don't have any pants that can fit you," Killer said, back still turned as he crossed his arms.

You fidgeted, fixing the front a bit so it didn't feel so tight. You doubted you'd be able to handle wearing his jeans, they'd be more of a hinderance on your trek back to your room.

"It's okay," You mumbled, moving to the door and wanting to end this awkward exchange as soon as possible. You grabbed the knob and opened it but was startled when Killer's hand shot out and pushed it closed, slamming the wood lightly against it's frame.

You looked up at him, nervous and stiff as he stared down at you while leaning uncomfortably close.

"I didn't say it was free."

Your stomach suddenly felt like it was twisting and turning, legs involuntarily rubbing together while you pressed your back to the door. You stared up at him, wide eyed like a sheep cornered by a wolf. You didn't even know how to respond, unsure of what he wanted.

Or what you even wanted...

Then he was bending lower, arm now resting against the door while his free hand moved to grip the loose fabric around your hip. He rubbed it gently, enjoying the sight of you wearing his clothing so much that he almost didn't want to take it off.

"Close your eyes," Killer whispered softly, voice low and husky as his mask moved near enough to touch your head. Just hearing it made you writhe, feeling his silk shirt rub over your bare skin and send a thrill of excitement through you.

You were reluctant, unsure what he was going to do if you complied.

But...

You were also very, very...eager. Your body was urging you to move closer, grip his strong arms between your fingers and to stand on the tips of your toes just so you could nuzzle into his white and blue mask. You didn't even question this need, just got lost in it as the massacre soldier trapped you against the door.

Letting out a soft shudder, you decided it was best to get it done and over with and closed your eyes.

Nothing happened at first. Killer made no sounds and no movement for what felt like forever, almost as if he were debating on how to take his payment. It made you feel on edge, waiting for something to happen that would secure you freedom and away from this man who's very presence seemed to smother you with feelings you couldn't describe.

You heard a click before feeling rough lips brushing against your cheekbone in a feather light kiss.

You gasped, realizing he'd taken off his mask and instead of covering your eyes like last time, he was trusting you enough not to look. You felt your cheeks heat up and your hands quickly moved to grip the front of his shirt, desire surging through you like a hungry beast. You could feel his warm breath on your face, as if still deciding how he was going to proceed.

His hand rubbed your hip, tender and slow as the shirt slid up your hip a bit and showed off your inner thighs. But for some reason you knew he wouldn't look, just like he knew you wouldn't open your eyes.

Killer pressed his nose against your temple, taking you in and just enjoying this moment for a bit longer. Then he shifted, suddenly becoming aggressive and kissing you full on the lips. You trembled and gasped as he pushed you harder into the door, bodies pressed tightly together and arms now entwining around your form. It was feverish and needy, demanding your full attention and making you forget everything around you. You could feel every bit of his desire in the kiss, the spreading heat traveling all the way from your head to the very tips of your curling toes.

He hugged you close, large form enveloping yours and trapping you in what was probably the best kiss of your life. Your mind was hazy and your body was on fire, the shirt you wore rubbing your skin and making it all feel so very sinful.

You wanted it to last forever... But it ended before you could fully bask in this need.

Killer stopped and pressed his forehead against yours, breathing harshly and making it clear you weren't the only one affected by all this. He tightened his hold on you, as if afraid that he would lose you as soon as he let go. Then he moved his hand up and brushed your cheek, wet hair still clinging to your skin as the man caressed you.

He pulled away after a few seconds of this, standing stiffly as he put his mask back on. After you had heard theclick of his helmet, you opened your eyes and stared at him; eyes slightly dazed and lips parted as you tried to catch your breath.

He leaned in, his voice strained as if he were holding something back while his hands went about fixing your collar. "You can have your kiss back when you return my shirt."

You blushed, lust surging through you like wild fire. You quickly turned and opened the door, running out of the room before he could say anything more that would make your body surrender to him.

You didn't want your kiss back! Killer could have it!!

Gasping for air and chest swirling with confusing emotions, you could only stumble to your room and think of how the shirt smelled so much like him.