[ Nami knows Shanks well enough to know there's no reply he expects her to give, whether it be to reciprocate all the beautiful things she's fallen short of echoing or otherwise.
In the span of seconds, she goes from trying to distract and play it safe, to almost regretting it. The struggle is not knowing what to do with that. Nami brings her body close to his and lingers there, not quite moving to align their bodies and ease him inside her. Instead, she ducks her head, teasing them both as she kisses down his throat, inwardly warring with herself to find the right words, relearning the harsh lesson that it's hard to know what to say when she can't meet it with sarcasm. ] I was probably never supposed to love as many things about you as I do.
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In the span of seconds, she goes from trying to distract and play it safe, to almost regretting it. The struggle is not knowing what to do with that. Nami brings her body close to his and lingers there, not quite moving to align their bodies and ease him inside her. Instead, she ducks her head, teasing them both as she kisses down his throat, inwardly warring with herself to find the right words, relearning the harsh lesson that it's hard to know what to say when she can't meet it with sarcasm. ] I was probably never supposed to love as many things about you as I do.