[ Before he gets the chance to guide her arms out from around him, Nami lets her weight shift forward, resting on the balls of her feet as her chest settles against his back. The familiarity between them is something Nami could never have imagined could mean as much as it does. Closeness for the sake of closeness (without intent to pickpocket) and all the genuine intimacy that comes with it isn’t new after this much time at the resort. With someone who means as much to her as Sanji does, there’s an added, brilliantly soft and sweet weight to it, like being wrapped in a sun-warmed blanket before falling asleep on a drizzly afternoon.
Sanji turns, and she steps back to give him room before their eyes meet. She lets the thoughts running through her mind show on her face, the affection once reserved for the darkness of her bedroom bright in her eyes and gentle as it curves those full lips into a smile that’s just for him. Nami’s arms adjust themselves, elbows bent, and her wrists turn up to allow the tips of her fingers to run down the lengths of his arms, touching the refined fabric of his shirt and the solid lines of a body she knows so well beneath.
Though her lips part to speak, she stops herself in favor of letting him lean close, her chin lifting enough to let her mouth meet his, the corners of her lips curling in a self-satisfied smirk as he runs his tongue over them. It’s only after he teases over the plush softness of the lower one that her resolve breaks, her mouth chasing his before those lips tense round the tip of his tongue, briefly sucking at it before letting him break away.
That he’s back a second later gets a husky chuckle out of her, the sound smothered and vibrating against his mouth. Somewhere in that affectionate rush of feathery kisses, her body’s ended up molding itself against him, breasts snug against his chest as her hips nudge at his absently, the shape of her form more than apparent beneath the thin fabric of her new dress and the silky stockings that now cling to the strong, cushy colonnade of her thighs. The closeness she could have never imagined for herself threaded through every move, potent enough to make her flush and hold her breath when their foreheads rest briefly against one another’s and her senses are set alight by the brilliant blue of his eyes. ]
I think you can have whatever you want today.
[ Or any day, but she’s not going into those finer details when he’s lifting her red heels off the floor to set her down on the counter. She’s too busy rolling her eyes at the move for that. What is it with the idiots in her life just ferrying her wherever they want?
Nami swivels to face him and lets the toe of her shoe nudge his hip while he works, both hands planted on the smooth surface of the counter beneath her so she can lean back to watch him, playing the part of spectator even as she rolls her shoulders to let the low V of her dress part further, leaving the swell of her breasts and the smooth valley of delicately freckled skin beneath them on display. ]
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Sanji turns, and she steps back to give him room before their eyes meet. She lets the thoughts running through her mind show on her face, the affection once reserved for the darkness of her bedroom bright in her eyes and gentle as it curves those full lips into a smile that’s just for him. Nami’s arms adjust themselves, elbows bent, and her wrists turn up to allow the tips of her fingers to run down the lengths of his arms, touching the refined fabric of his shirt and the solid lines of a body she knows so well beneath.
Though her lips part to speak, she stops herself in favor of letting him lean close, her chin lifting enough to let her mouth meet his, the corners of her lips curling in a self-satisfied smirk as he runs his tongue over them. It’s only after he teases over the plush softness of the lower one that her resolve breaks, her mouth chasing his before those lips tense round the tip of his tongue, briefly sucking at it before letting him break away.
That he’s back a second later gets a husky chuckle out of her, the sound smothered and vibrating against his mouth. Somewhere in that affectionate rush of feathery kisses, her body’s ended up molding itself against him, breasts snug against his chest as her hips nudge at his absently, the shape of her form more than apparent beneath the thin fabric of her new dress and the silky stockings that now cling to the strong, cushy colonnade of her thighs. The closeness she could have never imagined for herself threaded through every move, potent enough to make her flush and hold her breath when their foreheads rest briefly against one another’s and her senses are set alight by the brilliant blue of his eyes. ]
I think you can have whatever you want today.
[ Or any day, but she’s not going into those finer details when he’s lifting her red heels off the floor to set her down on the counter. She’s too busy rolling her eyes at the move for that. What is it with the idiots in her life just ferrying her wherever they want?
Nami swivels to face him and lets the toe of her shoe nudge his hip while he works, both hands planted on the smooth surface of the counter beneath her so she can lean back to watch him, playing the part of spectator even as she rolls her shoulders to let the low V of her dress part further, leaving the swell of her breasts and the smooth valley of delicately freckled skin beneath them on display. ]
So what’s on the menu, chef?