A/N: Here's another drabble I posted a few days ago on Tumblr. It's based on a prompt found in a post, also on tumblr, with many sentences starters. Lots of fluff, because why not? This happens in the OPverse. Betaread by shockandlock :)

PS: In case anyone's wondering, yes I'm still concentrating on Color my World, but writing little things like this help when i'm stuck in the middle of a scene.

Summary: "We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?" Tumblr prompt.

"Hey, Marco?"

Marco looked up from the papers on the table. At the other side of the room, Ace was sitting on the windowsill of a closed window with an excited smile and a glint in his eyes as he waved a hand for Marco to come closer.

"What is it?" Marco asked, his suspicion rising when Ace's smile widened.

"Why so suspicious, Marco? I'm hurt, I just called you."

Marco snorted, unimpressed, and crossed his arms above the table with his pen still on his hand, and Ace chuckled. Marco knew Ace was up to something, and if he didn't even bother hiding it, it had to have to do with Marco.

"You know we're going back to the Moby Dick tomorrow, yoi." It wasn't a question, but Ace nodded, smile softening. "Well, what is it?"

"You just said it. We're going back soon, so why not take a break from the reports and go outside?"

Ace motioned toward the window with his head; it was night, and with what little illumination the village had, it was hard to see the streets. Nonetheless, the constant sound of raindrops hitting the window and the roof tiles was proof enough that the rain hadn't stopped.

"Outside?" Marco asked, and when Ace's smile remained in place, he gave him an incredulous look. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah! Let's feel the rain for a bit."

"We're in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?"

"Hey, there's no thunder anymore," Ace huffed.

"We're in the New World."

"Come on, Marco! How long has it been since you've last done that?" Ace insisted, a cheeky grin on his face that had Marco rolling his eyes.

"Since the last storm hit the Moby Dick two weeks ago," he answered.

Ace snorted, then a pout formed on his face. "That doesn't count. We weren't out in the rain for fun."

"And now we will? Ace, we're both devil fruit users and we have a job to do."

"Come on, Marco," Ace tried again. He took a step closer to the room's door, and offered a hand to Marco, lips still stretched into that sweet grin Marco loved. "One night shouldn't be a problem. We're pirates! We'll be right outside the inn, and our divisions are fine at the bars. They know where to find us, and we can finish the reports later. What do you say?"

Marco looked from Ace's hand to his encouraging smile, expectancy and excitement clear in his stance, and the "no" at the tip of his tongue got stuck. Marco could resist if he wanted, even if Ace's arguments made sense and a break sounded great - he had been planning on taking a break later when all reports of this island's security were written down and they could join the rest of their crew back at the bars. That was the best decision, and rain didn't feel very appealing right now.

Of course, that was why it didn't take more than another soft "come on" for Marco to give in.

"Alright," he said, and he knew he hadn't even been able to hide his amusement with exasperation.

Ace's face brightened visibly. Marco didn't have time to do more than put his pen down before his hand was grabbed and he was pulled from the chair, through their room's door until they were out the inn's main entrance and under the pouring rain.

The water fell in big drops and in a fast pace, and Marco grimaced at the stark contrast between their warm inn room and the cold rain. His clothes became drenched in a matter of seconds and his hair fell flat against his head. Marco couldn't feel more like a wet cat than then.

Beside him, Ace laughed, the sound so full of joy fitting the satisfaction apparent in his face. The skin near Ace's eyes crinkled when his shiny smile widened.

"See? Much better than the last time."

Ace closed his eyes and opened his arms, expression turning into a relaxed one with a sigh. Marco couldn't help but smile then; despite Ace's unruly personality remaining even after he assumed the position of Second Division Commander, it couldn't be clearer that he needed this break, and Marco understood the feeling.

He let out a long sigh, feeling the tension knots on his shoulders loosen as water slid down his arms in little rivulets. The rain didn't weaken him enough for it to be a bother, so this was fine. It wasn't so bad, after all.

Marco took the moment to cross the centimeters between him and Ace to sweep Ace up in a hug. He chuckled when Ace gasped in surprise, then harder when there was a whiny "Hey!" as Ace turned around to playfully punch him on his chest.

Words weren't always needed in their relationship, and Marco couldn't be happier for that as he felt Ace's clear 'I love you' in the way he snuggled closer in Marco's hold, one hand sneaking under Marco's wet jacket to rest on his back with a warm soft touch.

Marco leaned down to fit his lips against Ace's for a quick kiss, then followed it by another on the tip of his nose when Ace made a displeased noise, then one his forehead and a last one near one eye. He nuzzled Ace's cheek with his nose, a smile growing on his face when he felt Ace shiver.

Marco finally hummed in agreement. He tightened his hold on Ace, and felt the delightful skip his heart tended to make when Ace did the same.

"I suppose you're right, Ace. This is much better than last time."