[ He sighs against her at the way her hands seem to need to find all of him -- his back, his hair, his face -- like they haven't touched in weeks. Like he's precious to her. A dream he hasn't voiced, though tonight he isn't sure why that was. He loves the way she moans and rocks against him, loves the quiet way her touch speaks of something sweeter. He just wants to be here, tangled in her, hearing the quiet sounds that escape her. ]

I think people misjudge you [ he murmurs back. ] You're very careful with your treasures.

[ But then he's gasping her name back, arms wrapping tightly around her and pulling them flush together as her walls tighten around him, her body going rigid and gasping. It's hardly a moment before his is roaring in turn, hot and frozen and perfect as he thrusts once more into her, seed spilling and grip tightening, wanting to feel all of her, everywhere, always.

Dizzy, dazed, he's still cradling her, pressing gentle kisses to her face, shuddering at the heat and wetness around him, the aftershocks he can't tell who is initiating. ] You do the same for me, Nami. Knowing you is a gift.