The gentle hum of Dressrosa at dusk was a lullaby Rebecca had come to cherish. The vibrant hues of the setting sun painted the sky in shades of tangerine and rose, casting long, dancing shadows across the palatial grounds she now called home. Peace, a concept once so fleeting and fragile, had settled over her life like a warm, comforting blanket since the defeat of Doflamingo. Yet, tonight, an entirely different kind of warmth, a delicious tremor of anticipation, fluttered in her chest. She stood before a full-length mirror, her breath catching in her throat, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she gazed at her reflection.

Tonight was a departure from her usual gladiatorial gear or elegant gowns. Tonight, she wore something designed to tease, to tempt, to utterly disarm. The soft, jet-black fabric of the bunny suit clung to her slender frame, accentuating every curve she possessed. The high-cut leotard showcased her long, athletic legs, honed by years of training and battle in the Corrida Colosseum. A fluffy white tail, impossibly soft, nestled against the small of her back, a whimsical contrast to the daring neckline that plunged deeply, hinting at the full swell of her breasts. She reached up, adjusting the crisp white cuffs at her wrists, her fingers brushing against the starched collar that encircled her neck. It was audacious, a little scandalous, and completely exhilarating.

Her signature long, wavy pink hair cascaded over her shoulders, a vibrant splash of color against the dark fabric. She’d spent extra time brushing it, making sure each strand shimmered under the dim lamplight. Her eyes, usually so determined and focused, held a playful glint, a mixture of shyness and burgeoning confidence. She was doing this for *him*, the man who had seen beyond her title, beyond her past, to the brave and tender heart beneath. He was not a king, nor a revolutionary, but a kind, strong soul who had quietly become her anchor in these tranquil times. He understood her, respected her strength, and adored her vulnerability. Tonight, she wanted to show him a side of Rebecca he'd never imagined.

A soft knock at the door, precisely on time, sent a fresh wave of heat through her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a rhythm of excitement and a touch of fear. Was this too much? Would he laugh? No, not him. He was always gentle, always understanding. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she strode to the door, the click of her black high heels echoing softly on the polished floor. She paused, her hand on the ornate doorknob, picturing his face – his warm eyes, the kind smile that crinkled the corners of them, the strong jawline. She wanted to surprise him, to delight him, to pull him into a world of shared passion that only they knew.

With a final surge of courage, Rebecca opened the door. His eyes, usually so composed, widened perceptibly, a gasp escaping his lips as his gaze swept over her. A slow, appreciative smile spread across his face, a warmth that instantly melted away her last vestiges of doubt. His reaction was everything she had hoped for – awe, desire, and an unmistakable tenderness. He didn't speak, not yet, merely stepped inside, his eyes never leaving her, taking in every detail of the bunny suit, from the tips of her ears (which she’d clipped to her pink hair) to the polished toes of her heels.

“Rebecca…” he murmured, his voice a low, husky whisper that sent shivers down her spine. He reached out, his hand gently cupping her cheek, his thumb stroking softly. His touch was electric, a spark that ignited the already smoldering embers within her. “You are… breathtaking.”

A blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a delicate rose. She found herself leaning into his touch, her eyes meeting his. “I… I wanted to surprise you,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. The bunny suit, suddenly, felt less like a costume and more like a second skin, a daring expression of her deepest desires. The contrast between her warrior past and this playful, sensual present was stark, and yet, it felt utterly right.

He pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her waist, his touch firm yet reverent. The soft fur of the bunny tail brushed against his trousers as she moved, a small, delightful sensation. “You have succeeded,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear, sending a delicious shiver through her. “You always manage to surprise me, Rebecca. In the most wonderful ways.”

His lips moved from her ear, trailing along her jawline, down her neck, leaving a searing path of desire in their wake. Rebecca tilted her head back, offering him more access, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer still. The scent of him – a mix of sea air, warm spices, and his own unique masculine musk – filled her senses, intoxicating her. She felt herself melt into his embrace, her body aligning perfectly with his, the tautness of the bunny suit emphasizing the exquisite contact.

His kisses became more fervent, more demanding, as he found her lips. They met with an urgent hunger, a release of the unspoken tension that had simmered between them all day. Her mouth opened under his, welcoming his tongue, intertwining with hers in a dance of growing passion. She tasted him, a sweet, heady flavor that made her knees weak. Her arms, strong enough to wield a sword in the arena, now held him tightly, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as if to ground herself.

He broke the kiss, only to pepper a trail of small, teasing kisses along her collarbone, his warm breath fanning across her skin. “This outfit…” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his eyes sweeping over the plunging neckline. “It’s… quite revealing.”

“Is that a complaint?” she teased, a playful glint in her pink eyes, her fingers tracing the strong line of his shoulders. She felt a surge of power, of confidence, knowing she was capable of eliciting such raw desire in him. The bunny suit was doing its job, and more.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against her. “Far from it, my warrior queen,” he whispered, his hand sliding slowly down her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine, lingering on the fluffy tail before coming to rest on the soft skin of her lower back, just above the high-cut leg of the leotard. His thumb brushed against the bare skin, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her core. Her hips instinctively pressed closer to his, a silent plea for more.

With a groan, he scooped her into his arms, a feat he accomplished with effortless strength. Rebecca squealed softly, wrapping her legs around his waist, the black fabric of the bunny suit stretching tautly over her curves. He carried her further into the room, towards the plush, inviting bed, its silk sheets gleaming softly in the dim light. She buried her face in his neck, inhaling his scent, her body trembling with anticipation.

He laid her gently on the bed, but before he could pull away, her hands were in his hair again, pulling him down for another searing kiss. This one was deeper, more desperate, reflecting the undeniable hunger that now coursed through both of them. His body pressed against hers, the hard ridge of his arousal a delicious heat against her. She could feel his heart hammering against hers, a wild, passionate rhythm that matched her own.

His hands, no longer gentle, began to explore. One hand moved to the side of her breast, his thumb brushing against the very edge of the deep neckline, teasing the sensitive skin just above her nipple. A small gasp escaped her lips, a sound of pure pleasure. The other hand slid beneath the high-cut fabric of the bunny suit, tracing the curve of her hip, then moving lower, venturing towards the juncture of her thighs. The warmth of his touch against her bare skin was electrifying.

“You’re so beautiful, Rebecca,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, as he finally pulled back slightly, his eyes still locked with hers. He reached out, his fingers carefully unfastening the small clips that held the bunny ears in her pink hair, setting them aside on the bedside table. Then, his gaze lingered on the soft, white tail. With a slow, deliberate motion, he untied the small ribbon that held it in place, allowing it to fall away. “Let’s get rid of these distractions, shall we?”

Rebecca nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She wanted nothing more than to feel his bare skin against hers, to shed the last vestiges of her costume and embrace the raw, exhilarating intimacy that awaited them. He slowly, sensuously, began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. Each button released revealed more of his toned chest, the dark hair a contrast against his tanned skin. She watched, captivated, as he shrugged off the garment, letting it fall to the floor.

Then, his attention returned to her. He knelt between her legs, his strong hands cupping her waist, his thumbs tracing circles on the soft skin just below the fabric of her leotard. The erotic tension was almost unbearable. With deliberate slowness, he slid his fingers beneath the black material, lifting it gently. The tight fit of the bunny suit meant it had to be carefully peeled away, inch by delicious inch. As it rose, it revealed more of her smooth, warm skin, her stomach, her navel, and then the delicate lace of her panties, barely covering her feminine core.

He paused, his eyes feasting on her, his gaze lingering on the delicate curve of her hips, the slight swell of her belly. Rebecca felt a flush spread over her entire body, a mix of vulnerability and intense arousal. She instinctively arched her back, offering herself to his hungry gaze. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her abdomen, then to her inner thigh, his lips sending shivers through her.

“You’re so soft here,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, as his fingers slipped beneath the lace of her panties, finding the soft curls beneath. Rebecca gasped, her body jolting in surprise and pleasure. His touch was feather-light at first, teasing, exploring the sensitive folds of her sex through the thin fabric. She could feel the dampness gathering there, a testament to her burning desire.

He pulled her panties down, slowly, deliberately, over her hips, down her legs, until they joined the bunny suit in a silken heap on the floor. Rebecca lay before him, completely nude, save for the remaining cuffs and collar of the bunny suit, which only served to highlight her complete vulnerability. Her pink hair splayed out against the pillows, framing her flushed face as she gazed up at him, her eyes wide with longing.

He stripped off his remaining clothes with efficient movements, his eyes still locked on hers, not breaking the intense connection they shared. In moments, he stood before her, magnificent and aroused, his powerful body a testament to his strength and his desire. Rebecca’s gaze swept over him, admiring the sculpted muscles of his chest, the flat planes of his stomach, and the undeniable evidence of his passion.

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He didn’t enter her immediately, instead opting for a prolonged period of exquisite torment. His fingers found her clitoris, teasing and circling, building the pressure with maddening slowness. Rebecca moaned, her hips arching instinctively, desperate for more. “Please,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse with desire, “please, I need you.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers, his breath warm and ragged. “Tell me what you need, my love,” he whispered, his fingers never ceasing their torment, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her entire body trembled, her muscles clenching in anticipation.

“I need you inside me,” she choked out, her voice barely audible. “Now. Please.”

With a final, teasing stroke, he withdrew his fingers, replacing them with the broad head of his penis. Rebecca gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the warm, insistent pressure at her entrance. He pushed slowly, carefully, allowing her body to adjust, stretching her, filling her in a way she yearned for. A deep, guttural groan escaped him as he finally, fully, entered her. He paused, buried deep within her, allowing them both to savor the exquisite sensation of their bodies joined.

Rebecca cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. The feeling of him filling her, stretching her to her limits, was overwhelming and utterly sublime. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper still, her nails digging gently into the strong muscles of his back. The bunny collar at her neck, once a playful accessory, now felt like a sensual tether, binding her to him in this moment of raw intimacy.

He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking against hers, each thrust deepening their connection. Rebecca matched his rhythm, her own hips rising to meet his, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The bed creaked softly beneath them, a testament to the power of their movements. Her pink hair, fanned out across the pillows, seemed to dance with the rhythm of their lovemaking.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, her voice catching in her throat, “that’s it. Harder. Please, harder.” Her body was alive, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure. She could feel the exquisite friction, the deep penetration, the relentless build-up of sensation. Her inner walls clenched around him, milking every ounce of pleasure from his movements.

He responded to her plea, his thrusts becoming more vigorous, more urgent. He leaned down, burying his face in her neck, raining kisses along her skin. His breath was hot against her ear as he whispered her name, over and over, a litany of passion. Rebecca felt her climax building, a powerful wave that started deep within her core and spread outwards, consuming her entirely.

“I’m… I’m almost there,” she panted, clinging to him, her body arching desperately against his. The world narrowed to the sensations of his body inside hers, the feel of his skin against hers, the scent of their mingled desire. Her muscles tensed, her eyes squeezed shut, and then, the wave hit. A powerful, shattering orgasm ripped through her, making her cry out his name, her body convulsing in pure, unbridled ecstasy.

He groaned, a primal sound of release, his own climax erupting moments later. He stiffened above her, his body trembling, as he poured himself into her, a deep, throbbing release that left them both breathless and utterly spent. He collapsed onto her, his weight a comforting presence, his chest rising and falling heavily against her breasts. Rebecca held him tightly, her fingers tracing patterns on his sweat-slicked back, her heart still pounding a furious rhythm.

They lay there for a long time, tangled together, slowly catching their breath. The silence of the room was punctuated only by their ragged breathing and the soft, distant sounds of the Dressrosa night. Rebecca felt a profound sense of peace and contentment settle over her. She had never felt so cherished, so desired, so utterly *theirs*.

He finally stirred, lifting his head to gaze down at her, his eyes soft with affection. He brushed a stray strand of pink hair from her face, his touch gentle. “Are you alright, my love?” he whispered, his voice still a little hoarse.

Rebecca smiled, a soft, contented smile that reached her eyes. “More than alright,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Perfect. You make me feel perfect.” She traced the line of his jaw, her gaze lingering on his strong features. The memory of the bunny suit, the initial shyness, the overwhelming passion – it all coalesced into a beautiful, indelible memory.

He chuckled, a low, warm sound. “That bunny suit certainly had an effect on me.” He pulled her closer, spooning her body against his, his hand resting possessively on her hip. “Though, I think it’s just you, Rebecca. You always have that effect.”

She snuggled deeper into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. The night was still young, and the promise of more shared intimacy, more whispered secrets, and more passionate encounters stretched out before them. In the quiet sanctuary of their room, far from the arenas and the battlefields, Rebecca had found her true peace, her true passion, wrapped in the arms of the man who adored her, wearing nothing but the faint scent of their shared love, her pink hair a vibrant halo against the white pillows. She knew, with a certainty that resonated deep in her soul, that this was where she belonged.