The world aint slowing down

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Shanks handed the waiter the careful designed menu as soon as he received it, "Get me what she got..."

The waiter bowed happily retreating away from the obviously vulgar couple.

Shanks continued staring at his partner, eyes filled with curiosity and bemusement, she was indeed a strange woman of wonders.

"So Bonney I was curious... since we have admitted our requited love, does this mean, you are mine?" The mere idea sounded and even looked exquisite in his mind\'s eye, pictures of them having secret dates every now and then, seeing her in dresses of many styles and types.

He tiny hint of a blush came upon his cheeks and he continued, "Um but anyhow... that\'s a silly question I know, I was just curious.."

His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at her full, ravishing lips, taunting his own with their glossy hue, he remembered exactly how invitingly hot her breath was as they kissed times before in bed.

He felt himself begin licking his lips as though he longed some something scrumptious.



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Bonney was thinking for a moment- or two.

What to reply. Man of course she would be his, as long as it was possible.

Because \'I will be yours forever\' was ridiculous in her eyes. "Would you want me to be yours?" If you will be my woman... The memory shot a shiver down her spine, that disgusting man.

"Really- I- Wouldn’t mind being yours" Bonney stretched her hand over the table to touch his.

Bonney heard someone ready the violin, then they started playing it.

"Oh god, can this place really get any more cliché?" She laughed a little, then returned to Shanks.

"But- what will we do with the ships? Will we just sail side by side? Leave one behind? Will we leave each other, then meet up months later?"

It might be a tough decision to make. Bonney had her- slightly thinned out- crew. And Shanks had his, and she doubted they could just fit his crew on her ship, it just wasn’t big enough for that.

Thinking of it, she had never been on his ship before- which was a little weird- perhaps?



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Shanks hadn\'t thought of that really, almost like being a pirate wasn\'t his occupation, he felt as though he lived in town like anyone else.

He sighed holding her hand in return not knowing what his answer should be. He was a pirate first, a Yonkou even, and he had his crew... nay.. his friends.. too.

"I don\'t know the answer to that my love, I would hate for you to have to wait for me all the time... but.. your crew my crew.. should, or at that, could we even form together? I know yours has somewhat debilitated but it wouldn\'t be hard to form a new possibly stronger crew for someone like you.."

He thought as well about how she had never been upon his ship and he smiled, "Would... you like to sleep with me tonight? In my room? It may be a bit messy.."



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"I dont think now is the time to think about stuff that hard Shanks" Bonney smiled

"But we\'ll have to discuss it later." She didnt really want to part from his side, she knew she might become sick again, but probably not as bad as she was.

"I would love to sleep on your ship, see where you spend your time"

She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her tiny ear, then looked up. The appetizer was served, beautifully, it was absolutely art the way they had arranged it.

The smell was ever so soft, a small bit of mousse was with it aswell, wich the Waiter explained to be Shrimp mousse.

Having no Idea what it was, Bonney thanked the waiter, picking up the smallest spoon and fork she had, and started eating.

Not a moment later Bonney moaned "Its- amazing- its so soft and delicious!" She had tasted the mousse, wich apparantly pleased her tastebuds to no end.



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"Your right no time indeed for such a perplexing subject.."

He tasted at that moment the mousse surprised as well, "Jeez no fair.. marines get this all the time?"

A couple most likely marines looked toward him and he laughed, "Guess they don\'t liked to be talked about by someone prettier than them.."

The appetizer devoured in no time at all, their main course came, a decent sized steak with vegetables galore around it topped with a zig-zaged dressing for a fancy look yet a slight wonderful change to the taste.

The room became dimmer, more of a sexy glow to romantic couples, Bonney\'s dress shimmered more brightly in contrast to the darkened area.

A young shining star in every way indeed Shanks would think to himself once more taken in by her alluring beauty.

The way she moved, the way she spoke, how she sat, everything going in slow motion about her, as the rest of the world seemed to disappear.

He felt himself grow an even stronger desire for her than like before, the same but different though.. He liked it nevertheless.. He took small bites of his meal, wishing he could just toss it aside and kiss her... but the restaurant might not be so thrilled about such a bold action and display of affection.



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Bonney quickly finished her stake, when she looked at Shanks, she felt the change of atmosphere.

It was thick, warm, comforting. The look in his eyes was priceless, they just screamed I love you and she hope hers would too. For she loved him, no boundaries, her fingers entwined with his and she noticed how the table was just too big for her to lean in for a god knows what kind of kiss.

All she knew it would be passionate, becouse that was definitly what she felt right now.

Bonney really wanted to be closer to him, to feel his warmth, to feel his heartbeat.

Their faces were just a few inches apart- and that \'I want to kiss you\' vibe crept over her. As always when holding herself back, Bonney bit the inside of her lip, pulling back a little bit. This was good, oh it was so deliciously good.

Becouse she knew as soon as they would get out of the restaurant she would get a damn great kiss- well- she hoped so atleast.

"Ah- desert is here-" She whispered, breaking eye contact with the gorgeous man, wich from now on she would be calling hers.

The waiter placed a small fondue set on their table, wich was made out of fine silver, just like the forks wich matched the set.

Fresh fruits in a bowl arrived no less than a minute later. Chocolate f(u)ondue.