[Pirate] Warm Waltz

Debra was silent for a while about Doflamingo's question, and then smiled faintly.Raising his arms around his neck, he asked back: "Does it matter to you who it is for?"

The other hand touched Debra's back from behind, from bottom to top, stroking and teasing through a thin layer of clothes.

"It really doesn't matter." Looking down at her, he grinned frivolously: "It's just that I hate things that are out of control."

Thinking of the child, thinking of four years ago... Debra's heart was heavy, and she didn't want to continue with him on this topic, so she simply raised her head and kissed him vigorously, her lips rubbed together, and the tip of her tongue chased after her.

She wasn't afraid that Doflamingo would know Wayne's existence, but she didn't want one more person to know about the past, which was a nightmare that even she didn't want to recall.

That incident... Whenever she thinks about it, it hurts her to even breathe.

When Doflamingo was kissed by her, his eyes under the sunglasses opened calmly, watching the sadness in her brows and eyes after she closed her eyes. This was the first time he saw Debra like this.Let her actively suck and bite his lips, Doflamingo just looked at her quietly, her attitude... seemed to confirm his previous conjecture.

In the end, he couldn't tell what it was like, and Doflamingo grabbed Debra's chin, took back the initiative, pushed her down on the desk, and kissed her roughly.

Passion is the medicine that can temporarily forget the pain.

During the climax, her voice rustled, and he heard her say: Dover, I love you.

——————————————————————————————————— Here is the dividing line where things come to an end temporarily—————— —————————————————————————————

Waking up from the exhaustion after indulgence, it was almost midnight, and the skin on Debra's waist felt the temperature of a man. She squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, looking at the sleeping man beside her.His face was handsome, and at this time, those usual expressions of contempt and indifference or presumptuous laughter were gone, and he looked much warmer in sleep.

One hand climbed up Doflamingo's neck and the other hand went down his arm, covering his fingers with his own, and gently stroking his distinct knuckles.

Not long after, Debra found that he also woke up, through the changes in his body.Instead of looking at him, slowly continue to touch his fingers, like a child meeting a toy he is interested in.

"Tsk..." With a syllable of unknown meaning, Doflamingo suddenly held Debra's hand behind his back, his lips moved close to her ear, and his deep and magnetic voice was full of temptation: "咈咈咈咈...you still have energy..."

Dropped a kiss on his fingertips, and performed self-dissection in the dark: "Being able to hear the voices of all things, this special ability made me very precocious. The premature maturity of the mind once led to world-weariness and psychological distortion."

"The restless blood flows in the bones of the Monchi family. In the past, they always felt that constant travel could allow them to encounter new things and accept different stimuli, so that they would not be too world-weary. But now, after many years of walking, the body feels a little bit I'm tired, but my heart is unwilling to stop here, Dover, can you control it?"

Looking into her eyes, black and white are distinct.She is the kind of woman who looks very gentle and clean, without any ambition or desire. In fact, she does not have any.

Monkey D. Debra, the person with "D" in his name, the legendary natural enemy of "God".The "god" who fell from the "altar" and the natural enemy of the "god"...

Oh, Doflamingo sneered contemptuously.

At one o'clock in the morning, she was pulled up from the bed by him, and the two of them came to a jewelry store in the night breeze, waiting for the on-site production of a certain piece of jewelry to be completed under the fear of the boss.

When the silver-white item was cooled under the craftsman's operation, Doflamingo squeezed it in his hands and played with it a few times, staring at the words "咈咈" engraved on it and smiled strangely, holding Debra wrist, and put it on her right ring finger with a casual expression.

Debra turned it slowly, smiling slightly.

It's just a simple little silver ring, and it took only a few 10 minutes to make, but it's special because it has a name engraved on it: Don Quixote Doflamingo.

The author has something to say:

Heh heh, with my bad taste, how could I just blow things up about children like this~~ahhahahaha~~ヾ(≧?≦*)ゝ

I've thought about the extra words, and I'll write after the father and son meet~~

Today is Christmas, Mina-san MarryChristmas~~

*★*—Christmas (o.≧?≦.) o Merry!!--*★*