Luffy Arms Crossed Novels & Stories

Furina kept her face composed, smiling politely as they posed for a few photos. Diluc, ever the picture of control, kept his expression neutral, though his grip on Furina’s arm was reassuring. Despite the flashing lights and the noise, she felt an odd sense of calm with him by her side. It was as if, for the first time, they were presenting a united front, something she hadn’t felt before.

Leo grinned, holding up a snow fox he’d just caught, his tiny fangs showing, while Lucas spread his arms, his golden eyes full of warmth and joy. With a big smile, I opened my arms and caught my mate firmly. With him, I embraced my most noble and brightest future.

He could steal my virtue, not that I think clothes would stop him, but they’re another barrier, a security blanket. Crossing an arm over my chest, I cover my boobs and use my other hand to cover the space between my thighs while still refusing to look at him. I don’t want to see the satisfied glint in his eyes. I don’t want him to think he’s won because the battle has merely begun. Dante’s eyes darken further; emotions I don’t understand swirling in their depths. “Drop your arms,” he says gruffly.

I raised my right arm and shocked my elbow against the inside of his. The hand that held my left wrist suddenly let go, and slowly moved to help the one that flew away from my throat. I turned my body to the opposite side and my hand passed loosely on my face, and I ended up holding his arm within reach of my chest, closing them with mine on a cross. The man pulled my hair with his right hand, and even with the pain in my scalp, I positioned my elbow in a perfect isosceles triangle, turning the body with all the strength that came from my toes to the shoulders.

Lizzy turns to leave but the twins are in front of her in a millisecond looking panicked. They both stand with their hands up in surrender, these poor souls are going to have some time with my daughter, this makes me smile. Lizzy is not as fragile as I once thought as she shand with her arms crossed over her chest growling at the two golden haired males almost begging her to listen to them.

I held up my spear to him signally I was ready. “Well, Alred has all of them, one arm of tribal swirls, one arm of stripes, he’s got paw prints on his back and chest. I couldn’t tell you everything he’s got but he’s got them all.” He raised a sword to challenge but I saw him slip a few daggers in his back pocket. “You?” I looked at his arms, Anju wouldn’t allow him to be shirtless but he was in a sleeveless top that tied up a quarter from the top. He had stripes, four on one arm and two on his left. They were varying thicknesses.

His arms crossed over his broad chest, he pushed his hair over his shoulder as he gave Lu a pointed look. “I was bringing her clothing.” He said picking up the clothes he had set down on the cabinet. A scrap of black material fluttered to the floor, and Lola buried her face against Lu’s shoulder to hide the blush as both men stared at her panties. “We’ll leave you to get dressed.” “We?” Bodach said in a slow drawl. “Yes, we.” Lu said, moving away from Lola with a lingering glance as he handed her the clothing. He reached down, handing her the lacy panties.

It was a little trick to keep his emotions in check. “Are you alright?” And instead, he is offering a hand to help Luelle straighten herself from swaying. He thought, after he did that, Luelle would remove her hand from his arm. But she didn't. It seemed like she was deliberately wrapping her arms around Rohan's strong arms. He cursed Luelle even more loudly internally because she did that to the arm Sashal had touched. ‘How dare she!’ Rohan gritted his teeth behind his narrow smile.

Layla caught up to us, staring at him with suspicion, "Hey, she said she is fine. You can leave now, kid." She said it while crossing her arms over her chest, like she was ready to jump him. I quickly raised my hand and pinched her arm, asking her to calm down.

***** LYRIC Left alone, my back to my mate, I cross my arms waiting to hear what he has to say. I feel him at my back. His body heat seeped over me, his breath fanning the back of my neck. I refuse to show vulnerability. “Lyric,” He groans. His large hand slowly sweeps down my arm until he reaches my hand.