The room was bathed in dim amber light, the crystal lamp flickering softly as if afraid to intrude.
Trafalgar and Mayla lay close together, the faint sound of their breathing the only thing breaking the silence. Their bodies were still, their hearts anything but.
Trafalgar brushed a thumb over her cheek, his voice quiet, almost uncertain. "I wanted my first time to be with someone special… and it's you."
Mayla's lips parted slightly, her eyes soft with warmth. "Trafalgar…" she whispered. Mayla knew that it wasn't really her first time, since Trafalgar's first time was forced, but this one wasn't, it was the one he chose.
This time it was Mayla who took the initiative, knocking Trafalgar down. The moment Trafalgar's back touched the mattress, Mayla was positioning herself between his legs.
"Are you sure about this?" Trafalgar asked Mayla as he looked at Trafalgar's size.
