[ His eyes linger wondrously as heat colors her beautiful face, helplessly attempting to count her freckles or memorize how bright her eyes are. His touch doesn't falter, eyes fluttering as her hands begin to unfasten his trousers. ]
You call me your fairy tale, but you are a dream made flesh, Nami [ he murmurs, knowing hands working her clothes off in turn. As he moves the fabric from her breasts, he trails his hands over her bare skin, tracing the shape of her, cherishing that they've become so familiar, even as his released heat presses closer to her. ]
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You call me your fairy tale, but you are a dream made flesh, Nami [ he murmurs, knowing hands working her clothes off in turn. As he moves the fabric from her breasts, he trails his hands over her bare skin, tracing the shape of her, cherishing that they've become so familiar, even as his released heat presses closer to her. ]