[ Seeing that naked, open expression of joy on her face does the same thing it’s done every other time he’s seen it— his heart skips beat, feeling almost fluttery as he grins back at her, bright and bold and happy. He’d never had any problems making his affection known, but the depths of that affection? That was a different matter entirely. But they’ve been together so long, so tangled up in a mixture of feelings and pleasure and the simple joy of being near each other, that he’s starting to believe he might actually deserve to be happy with her. ]

C’mon, Nami. I think you’re gonna love it. [ Even as his fingers thread together with hers and his hand gives hers a quick squeeze, there’s a gentle feeling of nervousness. It’s not really like him, but— well, he wants this to go well. Sanji tugs her over to the entrance of the hidden tunnel they’ve agreed to connect their suites with and flashes her another quick grin, his thumb gently stroking the side of her finger as they duck inside it. ] I, uh, asked them to keep ours close together, so it’s not far. Wanted us to be able to come and go between both suites whenever the mood struck.