[ At some point, his awe-filled, exploratory touches gained familiar, surety, certainty until now, now, his fingers know her body with such familiarity that they need not guess at where and how to touch her. And yet still, there’s no hiding that delighted grin that spreads across his face when he feels how hot and slick and eager she is. Sanji knows her body as well as he knows his own– and the opposite is true, too– and he will never stop marveling at that. He laughs softly, a husky sound, fingers dipping back down to trace and stroke along her entrance, gathering more slick before they return to the needy throb of her clit as he kisses a line down her body. ]

Yeah? [ He sounds delighted as he says it, glancing up at her eyes tinged dark with want after dusting a kiss low on her belly, teeth biting his lower lip for a brief second before he grins, wide and bright and yeah, still greedy. He bends lower, one hand gently taking the one gripping his shirt by the wrist and pulling it away and up, up so his lips can brush a quick, soft kiss to her knuckles. ] Considering how much I enjoy your company and, yeah, enjoy burying my face in your perfect cunt, I don’t have any complaints. Lots of dates it is. How’s tomorrow sound for our next one?

[ It’s odd how asking something like that, even buried in layers of filthy flirting and teasing, makes his heart beat fast, too fast. He doesn’t wait for a reply, grinning up at her before sinking down to brush a kiss against the inside of her thigh. It takes only a heart beat for his fingers to dip down from where they’re swirling against her clit and spread her cunt open, and then only one more before his tongue is finally drawing over her folds in a long, greedy lick. ]