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[ Something about having her feelings called out like that makes her heart jump, however slightly. Basch cares for her in ways Nami would have never considered as being for her. Making her the lady of the house, patiently steadfast as he makes his way over her walls and draws her into all the relentless affection he has to give her.

Letting herself get lost in that has never felt easier. Her arms wrap around him, the fingers of one hand carding through his hair as his kisses trail over her hair and against her neck, until she feels him unfastening her clothes and has to fight the flush threatening to rise to her cheeks because of it. ]

Glad I'm a good surprise for you, too.

[ Her clothes loosen and Nami moves to ease them off, rolling her shoulders to shrug out of her dress, trusting that Basch will help her lift the rest away until she's naked and able to turn the tables on him. Nami's hands work his buttons loose, pushing his shirt off his shoulders, before her attention redirects to the closure at the top of his pants. All the while, her lips seek out his, eager to make him as breathless as he's left her with a flood of eager, quietly hungry kisses. ]

Kind of doubt we would get anything done if this was our real life.

[ He draws back for a moment, face intense in that way he gets when he's thinking hard, his eyes searching her face as he strokes down her hair. ]

Nami, you know you are one of the best things that's ever happened to me, don't you?

[ He doesn't pin her there too long, not with how he knows his earnestness can dishevel her, and not with the shy embarrassment of having said it so bluntly. His hands easily go to help ease the older garment -- more familiar to him -- from her warm body. His lips find hers again, reveling in the familiarity of her fingers at his shirt, his trousers. There's something even sweeter about it, in the intimacy of a quiet bedroom he associates with years slowly passing, with marriage and with love. ]

Certainly not the first while [ he agrees with what could almost be called a grin. ] But you'd want me to show you the forest and the trade routes and the festivals and dancing in town, too.

[ Not that he gives her much chance to reply, pulling her close so he can feel the warmth of her body against his, chest to chest, sliding his large hands across the planes of her back. ]

You act like that's something I've heard a lot. [ There's a breathless fragility to her voice, as though that question's knocked the wind out of her, before leaving her caught between delight and concern. Nami knows she belongs with her crew, and she knows her crew knows that. But, to be the best thing that's happened to anyone outside that knot of intertwined fates all thrown together on the high seas?

Part of her wants to lean into the nervous side of the fluttering warmth in her chest, but in spite of that, Nami lets her weight shift forward after he slips the dress over her head, letting more of her skin press against Basch, allowing the warmth and solidity of his body to ground her to all the good laced through this moment. ] I'll try to live up to it.

[ Basch lets the moment pass and Nami is all too content to leave it be, letting him fill her imagination with pretty thoughts of a gentler, domestic existence. ]

Would you stay out dancing with me until we're stumbling home together? [ She asks softly against his lips, her adoration slipping through, sweetening up the tone of her voice. ]

[ Alright, he understands that, having trouble believing a thing that he's spent his life never considering was possible. Or being sure it wasn't. He's going to say something, but thinks better of it. With Nami, letting her have space is always better, and the fact is, she is not rejecting what she says. She is not leaving.

He crowds in, enjoying the warmth of her body against his, stroking her warm skin in the cool room. ]

If you asked me, I would. And everyone would be surprised you'd gotten me out to dance. [ His voice is warm and fond, a whisper just a few inches from her, trailing off as he presses a warm, slow kiss to her mouth, rough hands gently squeezing her upper arms. It's a lovely image, being shown his own world in such new colors, and doing so with someone he trusts and adores to come home with. ]

And, if you asked me, I would let you keep me inside all night.

[ The world in this painting isn't the truth, but it's beautiful. He handles her like he's pinpointed every weakness, not to exploit but to smooth over and care for, calming places that hurt, and had hurt for such a long time Nami almost stopped noticing them until the ache subsided. This life isn't hers, and if she thought about it, she might begin to feel like she was reading pages out of someone else's book, but she can lose herself to it, to him, to letting Basch care about her like he's been so quietly determined to for almost as long as they've known each other.

Her hands run along his collarbone as he leans in to kiss her, drawing a low hum of approval out of her as their mouths meet. Nami draws herself against him and lets her fingers sink into his hair, while her tongue licks against his, slow and sweet, like this is their house, and they have all the time in the world to adore each other in it. ]

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