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You woke to the rocking of the ship in the morning tide. From the look of the sunlight filtering through the tiny window by the bed, it was still early and the gentle swaying would have lulled you back to sleep had you not realised the room you had woken in was not your own. You panicked briefly, before your mind caught up with your memory and you blushed heavily.

You could hear Shank’s soft, even breaths from beside you in the bed but you could not bring yourself to turn and face him. You had no doubt he would continue to sleep well into the morning, and perhaps even the afternoon, after the night before. Perhaps it was best you left before he woke and pretend like nothing had ever happened. Yes, that was probably the best approach. He would have no memory of it anyway – his confession. You felt a pang of disappointment at your resolution, but it was for the best.

You made to get up but something weighed you down. One heavy, muscular arm was draped over your midsection, and that arm belonged to none other than your Captain. His grip was loose, but still you hesitated, unsure if freeing yourself was worth the possibility of waking him. In the end, you decided to risk it, gingerly lifting his arm off you and squirming out from beneath it. Just as you were about to slip away, you were tugged back by the wrist, and suddenly you found yourself pressed against a solid (and very naked) chest.

“Morning.”

You started at the voice and looked up into the grinning face of your captain.

“Captain!” You hastily scrambled away from him and sat against the headboard, making sure to keep as much distance between the two of you as possible. “Uh, good morning. How’s your head?”

“Positively throbbing,” he said, still as cheerful as ever.

“Then what’s got you so happy this morning?”

He shrugged. “Any day I wake up next to a pretty lady has got to be a good day.” He sat up and stretched his arm, groaning appreciatively as his shoulder popped. The sheets slid from his body and came to nestle low over his hips. A little too low.

“… Shanks, are you naked?!” you shrieked, slapping a hand over your eyes.

“What?” He looked down. “Oh. So I am.”

You glared at him from between your fingers. He only shrugged but, thankfully, pulled the sheets over himself again and, once you were satisfied he was adequately covered, you lowered your hands.

“I must have got too warm last night.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck and flashing you a sheepish grin.

“Do you… remember last night at all?” you asked cautiously.

He hummed thoughtfully. “It’s all kind of hazy… Wait, did we…?” His eyes widened as his sleep-addled mind put two and two together, a small smirk growing at the corner of his mouth. He raised one red eyebrow at you and you felt yourself flush.

“No!” you blurted out. “No, nothing like that.”

“Oh… I could have sworn…”

“What?” You cringed as you heard the hopefulness in your voice. You prayed Shanks was too hungover to notice.

“I just… I seem to have this memory of you undressing me.”

You flushed scarlet again. “Oh.”

“Crazy, right? Must have been a dream.”

“R-right.” Your heart sank. It was clear he remembered nothing of your conversation last night.

There was awkward silence between the two of you for a moment, then you seemed to come to your senses, jumping to your feet.

“Well, I should get going, Captain. If the rest of the crew aren’t too hungover, it must be nearly time for breakfast.”

Shanks pouted. “But it’s still early. Stay and sleep a while. Or since we’re always halfway there we could…” He gestured to his naked body and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

You leaned in to hit him, blushing furiously. “I’m leaving.”

But as you turned to go, he caught your hand and, for the second time that morning, you found yourself buried face first in his chest. You felt him chuckling quietly, the motion shaking your body.

“Striking your captain is grounds for punishment,” he growled softly. “Even worse than ordering him around.”

He laughed again as he felt you stiffen against him.

“Did you really think I wouldn’t remember?” he said, his warm breath, still smelling faintly of liquor, ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“You said you didn’t,” you said, offended.

“Mm, it’s coming back to me now,” he said huskily, before leaning in to capture your lips with his. Unlike the previous night’s, this kiss was fiery and raw. Your teeth clashed with his, fingers tangled painfully in his already sleep-mussed hair. When he pulled away, he tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth before breaking away, his breath coming hard and fast.

You wrinkled your nose in distaste.

He panicked “What? Too much? Too fast?”

“No,” you giggled. “Morning breath.”

You only gave him a moment to feel relief before you pulled him in for another long kiss, slower than the last, his tongue working in languid movements against yours, savouring the taste.

He groaned low in his throat and reluctantly pulled away. “As much as I want to continue this right now,” he panted. “I don’t think it’s wise when we have an audience listening outside the door.”

His voice rose as he spoke those last words and faintly you could hear muffled cursing from outside. Shanks winked at you and climbed from the bed, striding with purpose towards the door. As he pulled it open, your crewmates, in the midst of a frantic escape, were met with the sight of their Captain, naked as the day he was born. Their jaws dropped. Some screwed their eyes shut, crying out in horror. Others seemed unable to tear their eyes away.

“So, boys. What’s for breakfast?”