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ooc: OPEN LOG Water 7, anyone who wants in is welcome

Who: Anyone/Everyone/whoever
Where: Water 7 and/or the train
Why: Jensu asked and I love logs so I'm an easy sell
What: Exploring, rooftop jumping, watching docksmen, drinking, whatever you feel like
When: VAGUELY SOMETIME IN NOVEMBER :| Plot holes = yay (Smoker at least is somewhere after Thursday and I have to talk to Tyr again heh)
Rating: Seriously there are non-R Smoker/Karen logs but... this is not one of them XD

Smoker wearily climbed the stairs, on his way back to the hotel room. Chasing after Fiyero had taken longer than he'd hoped and he still had friends visiting to at least greet. Mostly he just wanted to crawl into bed with Karen and sleep for the next twenty-four hours. Still he took the time to look around at the city. It was a beautiful city really. The water was a bit much but it reflected nicely and red tile rooftops sparkled in the sunlight in stark contrast with the blue waters. Maybe if there was time he'd take Karen out jumping rooftops at night.

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Karen wasn't usually the jealous type. Then again she never really had anything to be jealous about. Her clients that would come in had no emotional attachment short of physical. So when everything was said and done they would be on their way and so would she. The only one she was emotionally attached to to an extreme was Aoki. And while she was jealous of his wife, she admired how much of a family man he was...Oh to have a Husband that would worry about her like that.

But, as it was, she did have someone she loved deeply. But to see him being so gentle with another woman in threads, but to also see him so covered in women, women much like herself, struck a bit of a nerve in her.

The red head remained outside on the balcony of her hotel room, watching the fading sun as it set behind the ocean and cast its beautiful golden rays over the reflection of the water. It made it look as though it was on fire. Something very beautiful to her. Ah, warm colours... Karen smiled faintly to herself and breathed deep, trying not to think back on those women all over the poor duo, and she bowed her head and closed her eyes. Slowly, to help prevent said thoughts, she hummed to herself.

Smoker stomped through the hotel halls, jitte on his back, and debated knocking on Karen's door. Not for the first time he wished she didn't want her own room, that he wasn't stuck on the outside wondering what the hell was going on in her head. It was like she expected him to be able to read her mind. His raised his knuckles again, hesitated and stopped. Nataku was there and whatever they needed to say she wasn't going to do it in front of the kid.

"Damn it," he growled to himself and took off for a walk. He wanted to ride his motorcycle. It seemed just wrong to be an island without his bike but with the water ways there was no room for it. He bounded up to the rooftops in smoke form and started walking the heights, hoping to clear his own head.

Even if she was already dressed in her own night time wear, being just a simple laced night gown with maroon laced trimmings, she noticed that smoke bounding off around the light which easily caught her attention.

"Now where are you off to?" She wondered aloud.

Heights never bothered her, so she slipped onto the edge of the balcony, holding the top of the hotel roof that lead to another balcony and dragged herself up via holding tight to the bars. She continued doing this until she was high enough to bound off after him in the setting twilight.

Smoker grabbed a seat near the top of the city, looking out over the ocean and almost dizzying heights. No pirates to go looking for and like hell he was going anywhere near the district Allen had gotten lost in. He looked out over the sea and tried not to reflect on how the sunset reminded him of burning hands and pink-red hair.

It was ridiculous to be missing her when he still saw her every day. It wasn't like she wasn't there and yet... so much of their time seemed wrapped up in other things. Rescuing crew members, keeping an eye on kids. But maybe that's how it was supposed to be. He'd worked for justice long before she was at his side and she'd done the same and if they separated it would probably just go back to that. But it wasn't what he wanted.

Losing sight of him, she sighed and folded her arms across her chest and continued to look out over the sunset. Little known his building was above hers, she just didn't look that high up.

Karen took her own seat on the rooftops that looked out over the ocean. While in her disappointment of wondering if he ran off back to the brothels, small wisps of flames left her palms, wrapping around themselves before climbing higher in the air. Soon after they smother themselves.

For a second Smoker was sure he had to be imagining the flames and yet... It seemed to call to his smoke logia. He carefully climbed down to investigate and for the second time that day his face lit up in a huge grin as he called, "Karen!" more happy than he could even admit just to see her there. He came and sat down next to her, trying not to look too eager.

She honestly thought he would of been miles away by now, but as soon as she heard her name she flinched, her flames instantly turning in themselves and exploding in small balls of fire beside her, a sort of defense mechanism. "Ah- I didn't...I thought you were far away." She said while she lifted herself to stand.

The flinch and standing to leave stung. Smoker stood back up, swallowing his own anger over the cigars. "Far away where?" He frowned, "You didn't come looking for me?"

She laughed lightly. "I did. But I lost sight of you.." She confessed while she rubbed her arm. She was often quicker than this. "What are you doing out here?" She asked boldly, tilting her head just a bit.

He relaxed a little, stepping closer again. "I needed to get away to think." He chewed the cigars slowly trying to figure out what he wanted to tell her but now that he had her words wouldn't come. "You really..." He shrugged, "Just needed fresh air."

Lonely and sadness was her in her own time. Turning to look back out over the ocean, she thought the best way to go about this was in her own flirty nature to hide her true feelings. Not that he needed that...He'd probably see through it.

"Hm~ I thought you were going back to the brothel or off to meet someone."

Smoker pinched the bridge between his eyebrows. Was she mad that he'd been working? That he'd been looking for Allen instead of telling her personally? The marine started growling furiously. "I've been missing you," he glared about to point a finger in her face but clenching a fist at his side instead. "Just because I have work doesn't mean I just stop thinking about you. And you're HARDLY one to talk with the way you're spending time with--" he cut himself off biting the cigars hard and mentally reprimanding himself for even saying as much as he did.

"And you don't think *I* don't?!" She quickly turned to shoot an actual hurt glare at him. However with her emotions completely out of sync, the cigar in his mouth bursts into flames, the fire orbs around her getting bigger while wildly flickering. "Do you think I enjoyed seeing you with women all over you even if it was so called 'working'?" She asked with a sharp tone, the flames becoming more wild.

"I wanted to burn that place down to the ground for what those women were doing to you or even touching you." She shot out only to gasp at herself and quickly slapped her hands around her mouth, the flames curling in on themselves to diminish.

Blinking in confusion, Smoker stepped closer again, putting white smokey arms safely around her. "Then why didn't you?" he asked softly. "I had Allen send you a message for help. Because I was trying to get him out in one piece without actually killing them. What is it you think I was..." he paused and stared at her, a small smile creeping to his lips. "Angel," he purred, "You were jealous?" He arched an eyebrow and kissed her cheek. "I love you. Why would I go anywhere else for anything? Allen got lost and they dragged him in there. When he ran away from them he ran around back and got dragged inside. When I showed up they dragged me inside and I actually decked one. I've never... in my whole life... do you really think I would just...?" The idea was rather ludicrous to him and crept into his voice even trying to be gentle with her.

Even if he was hugging her, she looked away and pouted, closing her eyes stubbornly. "What if I was." She huffed out. Even if he was trying to be gentle, the heat inside her swelled like a flame caught in the wind, attempting to keep it's grip on the air to further burn.

"Not like you don't get jealous either."

"Hey," Smoker cupped her chin affectionately. "I didn't say you couldn't get jealous. If you're mad, get mad. Just tell me about it. The why and how because if I fucked up, it's only fair. I didn't go to a brothel looking for..." Smoker flushed just from the insinuation. "I never will. Never have. I have you. No one else comes close. And even before... I'm not... That's illegal." He ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't just tell her he wasn't the type of guy to go to those places, that he didn't even want to, because of how she might react. No matter how many times he said it was different.

"You can be jealous. Just don't sit there bottling it up or letting it stew without telling me that's what's happening. Come punch me or something if you think I deserve it. I love you." Second time he'd said it in a row and his heart was still racing from it. "For everything you are. So be you. If you want to string me up to dry, go ahead and do it, just tell me why."

And deck him she did. But gently. Without hesitation or second guess, her fist went across his chin in a loving but still hard punch. Stupid him for making her worry.

The adrenaline felt wonderful to do that. All her frustration, all her worry, all her self doubt. She shouldn't get jealous if he flirts with other girls. She was guilty herself of often slipping into nature to do that sort of thing.

With shoulders slumped, Karen leaned up and gently kissed the red mark where she punched him, quietly apologizing. "There. Consider it all over now."

He laughed at the punch, rubbing it softly after the kiss. "Mm. Karen," he purred, "I only want you. You're all I can handle. And then some." He kissed her on the cheek and grinned earnestly, "I really didn't go in there for anything other than to get Allen. Never in my life have I seen such... USUALLY everyone like that runs away the minute someone shouts 'marine.' I..." He couldn't believe she thought he'd gone in the for fun. "I don't flirt much period. No matter Robin or Rob Lucci or whatever idiots try to tell you, you're the only one for me and I haven't flirted or... chased anyone else. Nor will I. And I haven't since the day I first took you back to my ship. That's why it took me so long to ask you... officially. I thought we already were." That was why he'd gotten mad over Lovino as well, having completely jumped the gun before.

A soft sigh escaped her lips. Nothing depressing or sad, just one of relief as she nodded. "Sometimes a girl just likes being asked. Call me a hopeless romantic or silly day dreamer for those 'happy ever afters'" She mused quietly. Even if she knew those kinds of things never happened, it was nice to pretend the world was beautiful like that. "I'm just honored you asked me officially now, and that everyone also knows." She said, even if he did get teased about it, she would always be there to kiss away the fury and anger.

"I should let you get back to you work." She smiled and gave another kiss before she turned to leave.

"Yeah I didn't get that before, I do now. I'm not saying I'll always know better but I'll try."

He kissed her back softly running his thumbs down her side and flashed a quick change of emotions as she turned to leave. "What work?!" he scowled. "Oh no, You're not getting off that easily." Smoker scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder. He wasn't sure what he was going to do now but he definitely wasn't letting her leave. "I've barely gotten to see you all week, you don't get to escape now."

"Ah Smoker wait! -What are you doing?" She asked with a bit of laughter but also a bit of panic when he just so easily threw her over his shoulder. She dangled near his back with her rear up in the air over his shoulder, trying desperately to push her night dress down. "Are you kidnapping me?"

"Yes," he answered playfully. "So you can see the true horror of being kidnapped by sex-starved maniacs." It wasn't a joke in good taste but this was why he didn't make a lot of jokes. He looked around the rooftop trying to figure out where to take her. Back to the hotel room seemed like a good idea but it ran the risk of someone deciding to interrupt them. Oh well, maybe he'd just drag a bookshelf in front of the door. He hefted her again to shift the weight so she wouldn't be so uncomfortable and noticed for the first time was wearing a thin nightie as she all too often typically did. "Didn't I get you more clothes?" he asked distractedly, walking down rooftops as if he did this every day.

She blinked at the distasteful joke but couldn't help but laugh lightly. It had been an awfully long time since they indulged in guilty pleasure with one another. She bounced easily on his shoulder when he hefted her, clutching tight to his jacket and peeked back at him. "I was getting ready to lay down when I saw you. I'll get dressed fancy next time~" She teased, still trying to push the nightie down over her rear.

Smoker's eyes twinkled, still hopping down buildings' rooftops and walking across carefully. "No need, I'll just wind up tearing it off I'm sure," even he tried not to. Smoker paused at an intersection and turned completely side to side, swinging the girl with him. "Wait, is the boy going to be okay?" No matter how much he wanted to fuck her senseless, responsibilities and duties would always come first.

"Nataku?" She blinked while she looked the opposite way when he turned side to side. Her grip tightened a bit on his jacket as she tugged his hair. "Gently. You don't want me getting motion sick now." She teased. "I think he'll be alright, too. He's been on his computer. But I want to get him at least some kind of sweets after you're finished." She teased again...though knowing him, she'd have to send him out to get it since she'd be asleep.

Future dated to After the Brothel.

Re: Future dated to After the Brothel.

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