Trafalagar Law

You and Law had started dating a few weeks back, he loved you, he was sure of it. Your personality, your looks. You were a stunner. But there was one more thing he loved about you. Your breasts. Though he wouldn't admit it, not wanting to seem like a pervert or a creep who only loves women for their breasts. But damn, you had a lovely pair of racks in his eyes. And he couldn't get enough, especially in bed.

It was bad. Really bad. He was a bad sleeper, everyone knew that, the way his eyebags were always visible, how he always had 2 or 3 coffees in a morning instead of 1. But what made it better, was you. You shared a bed with him, and hell, he seemed to be sleeping better now that you're with him. The only catch is, he simply has to have his hands on your breasts as he slept, and if they weren't? He'd wake up whining like a baby until his hands would find your breasts again and he would stop, falling asleep almost instantly.

Cut to now, your crew had allianced with the Strawhat pirates and you were seperated from Law, meaning that he was sleeping alone. Without your precious racks to hold, and he was sulking, like a damn baby as he layed there, unable to sleep. A sour look on his face.