[ Bravado has always counted for something. Confidence is an essential part of a good con, and Nami’s got plenty to spare—but she still watches him take that first sip of her offered cocktail, hanging on every move and flicker across his face. His reaction means something, so much so that she’s almost girlish with anticipation while waiting for the chef’s final verdict, only to flush and grin smugly when Sanji gives his approval. This is the kind of stuff that really matters to him. He puts his love and years of knowledge into everything he makes, and while Nami knows her efforts are ages away from being as seasoned and expert as Sanji’s in the kitchen, she’s beyond thrilled that he likes it, knowing without asking that they’re both aware of the multitude of reasons making and sharing matter so damn much.
It’s good for a multitude of reasons that Sanji kisses her and lets Nami hide the stupid smile on her face, although she can’t stop the fond way she lifts a hand to brush against his cheek while he does so. ]
You got it, chef.
[ Her head cocks, one eye flashing closed in a wink before she turns away with a glass in each hand to head towards the table. Another day, she might have ignored that request and lingered by the stove, sipping her cocktail and doing her best to steal as many kisses as his recipe would allow for. But, sappy as it is, sitting here and taking in all the sights and sounds of him working harder on a simple lunch than anyone has a right to is just as good. Love is weird like that, she thinks between small sips of her drink, while her fingertips drift over the velvety petals of the nearest rose, tracing the idle curves as she looks past the bouquet to watch Sanji at work from a distance.
It’s lucky for him that Sanji has made it apparent that he’s determined to take her on a date. Even with his hands laden with plates, Nami finds it easy to imagine rising from the chair and slipping into his arms while turning them just enough to give him space to put the plates down before she tackles him.
She settles for resting her chin on her hands and making a playful show of fluttering her eyelashes at him once he’s close enough to hear the soft giggle that escapes her, flirty even though how tightly linked they are is almost old news at this point. ]
Just going to spoil me all day, huh?
[ Before now, Nami would have let it just be that and enjoyed every way Sanji’s earnest desire to please her manifested, but these days it’s something she finds herself ready and completely willing to turn back around on him. It’s taken her months of knowing he deserves to be adored to get out of the way of her own defenses and show it, but she’s learned how to cherish him. ]
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It’s good for a multitude of reasons that Sanji kisses her and lets Nami hide the stupid smile on her face, although she can’t stop the fond way she lifts a hand to brush against his cheek while he does so. ]
You got it, chef.
[ Her head cocks, one eye flashing closed in a wink before she turns away with a glass in each hand to head towards the table. Another day, she might have ignored that request and lingered by the stove, sipping her cocktail and doing her best to steal as many kisses as his recipe would allow for. But, sappy as it is, sitting here and taking in all the sights and sounds of him working harder on a simple lunch than anyone has a right to is just as good. Love is weird like that, she thinks between small sips of her drink, while her fingertips drift over the velvety petals of the nearest rose, tracing the idle curves as she looks past the bouquet to watch Sanji at work from a distance.
It’s lucky for him that Sanji has made it apparent that he’s determined to take her on a date. Even with his hands laden with plates, Nami finds it easy to imagine rising from the chair and slipping into his arms while turning them just enough to give him space to put the plates down before she tackles him.
She settles for resting her chin on her hands and making a playful show of fluttering her eyelashes at him once he’s close enough to hear the soft giggle that escapes her, flirty even though how tightly linked they are is almost old news at this point. ]
Just going to spoil me all day, huh?
[ Before now, Nami would have let it just be that and enjoyed every way Sanji’s earnest desire to please her manifested, but these days it’s something she finds herself ready and completely willing to turn back around on him. It’s taken her months of knowing he deserves to be adored to get out of the way of her own defenses and show it, but she’s learned how to cherish him. ]