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Next time, then, wake me up. [ Shanks sounds delighted about the fact, touched, even that Nami's already drawn him, and fascinated.

But I would still like to see the ones you've already drawn.

[ Shanks might be waiting for that, but he doesn't wait to press the button, even if he has to put his drink down to do so. ]

[ Grinning at his response, she leans forward and hits the button at last, suddenly wanting to see him very badly. ]

So spend the night soon.

[ Her version of a direct invitation, after all this time, she hopes he knows that. ]

I'll have to, then.

[ He chuckles, knowing very well what she means, and he has no intention of keeping her waiting, this time. After all, he enjoys her suite, immensely, but that's hardly the only reason Shanks shows up there. ]

[ He has to chuckle again as the partition comes down. ] I see we both had the same thing in mind.

[ Looking all too pleased with herself as she enjoys the amusement on Shanks' face when the divider between their pods finally goes down, allowing them to see one another again.

It's Nami's turn to laugh quietly as Shanks mentioning having the same thought. ] Raiding each other's mini bars? [ Which, might have been believable were she not already out of her chair and ambling lazily towards him to give him a brief kiss in greeting. ]

[ Shanks has to laugh at that. And, well - ]

That was second place, at least. [ Nami's kiss interrupts his chuckle, and Shanks returns it, briefly. ]

No reason we can't do that, and something else.

[ She lets her fingers brush against his cheek before she straightens up, smirking down at him before she heads to his bar. ]

Am I making you a drink, or are we splitting a bottle while answering more of those dumb horny questions? [ Pausing in her perusal of the bar, she looks over her shoulder at him, adding– ] By showing not telling, I mean. [ What better way to learn something like his favorite position? ]

I vote bottle, [ to which Shanks lifts his hand to unclasp his cloak, and lets it fall back to his seat ] and showing. What's your vote?

[ Favorite position might take multiple rounds, since as long as he's facing the person he's having sex with, Shanks likes them all.

Good choice. [ And it's a bottle of dark rum she chooses to bring back to the sofa, the familiar sight of Shanks' cloak falling away freely deepening the quietly amused smile lingering on her face. ]

Should I ask the first question? [ Because she's going to. ] How long until you kiss me?

If you like.

[ He chuckles when Nami just goes for it, then he leans in closer to her. ]

3 [ Shanks moves even closer ] 2 [ his eyelids move to half-lidded ] 1. [ Then he presses his lips to hers. The rum can wait. ]

[ By the time Shanks gets to 2, Nami's arms are wrapped comfortably around his shoulders, and she's well on her way to pressing her body against his.

With a grin, she leans in and meets that kiss evenly, trying her best to ignore how her heart flutters in her chest over how pleased they both obviously are to see one another. ]

Would have been pretty embarrassing if you said no. [ And while she doesn't try to put a lot of what happens between them into words, even to herself, Nami is very secure in the knowledge that he never would. ]

I've got a few ideas about how we might pass the time in here, unless you had a plan.

[ Shanks laughs. ] I don't say no, too often. At least not to you.

[ Granted, if he really thinks about it, he can't think of a time he's actually told Nami no, at all. But he's not going to touch that, much. He would rather lift his hand to cup Nami's breast. ]

I would like to hear your ideas. That's part of the foreplay, isn't it?

[ His words make the curve of her lips deepen wryly, that fond grin on her face turning more towards the sly as she nods in acknowledgement. ] You've got a point. You really don't. [ And she can't help but be smug about it. Months ago, it had been easier to cling to the logical notion that she had no business being selfish ] I hope you keep it up.

[ She laughs softly and lets her back arch against his touch, shivering at the sensation of his fingers on her breast. Her arms relax enough to let her fingers card lazily through his hair. ]

First, I think you should get on my sofa, and let me ride you.

[ Shanks looks down, chuckling, to Nami's agreement. ] Unless there's a reason to. There's no reason, here.

[ Just listening to her laugh causes Shanks' smile to widen. His head moves toward her fingers as he feels them in his hair, then he chuckles, once more. ] Of course.

[ Even if that means he has to take his hand off of Nami, Shanks slips over to her sofa. ]

[ He might have to stop touching her briefly, but Nami still doesn't let him get too far away, making it very easy to settle between his legs, unfastening his pants and pushing them off his hips impatiently before she gives in to the urge to straddle him and kiss him hard again.

The lean muscles of her inner thighs press against his hips as she holds herself up, tongue licking into his mouth, while the hand between their bodies moves to guide his cock out of his pants. ] Get inside me already, gorgeous. I missed your cock. [ She missed him, but, barring a few lapses in sanity here and there over the months, Nami still manages to maintain the restraint needed to keep this outwardly all about the sex. ]

[ It doesn't matter what words Nami puts in that sentence, just hearing she missed any part of him does make his heart skip a beat. These damned Straw Hats - they keep a part of him, even if he would prefer they not, just to keep things more simple. But, oh well, it's that simple, isn't it? ]

[ Clothes out of the way, Shanks doesn't say anything back, he just starts to push in Nami, his hand feeling around her clit for a moment. And his mouth, he seals it on hers kissing through the whole thing. He can't say anything totally stupid if his mouth is busy, after all. He does have restraint, and he uses it, plenty, but it's not one of his stronger skills. ]

[ Despite the horny babble, Shanks isn't the only one whose heart is skipping more than a few beats as she moves closer, angling her body to take the length of him as she swiftly sinks onto his cock with a soft, shuddering moan, the walls of her cunt fluttering tightly around him as the teasing touch to her clit feeds into the pleasure rising through her. ]

You always feel– [ Then, he moves to kiss her, and for the sake of not letting her mouth run away with itself and finish that sentence with something she definitely shouldn't say, Nami meets that kiss hungrily as she rolls her hips, moving hard and fast against him. ]

[ She tightens around him, and Shanks loses all thought, for a moment, legs shuddering and weak. Then, just as quickly as he went weak, he thrusts inside of Nami again, a little faster, eager.

Nami didn't finish her words, so when Shanks pulls away to breathe, again, he dives in, breathless, voice a whisper. ]

You always feel incredible.

[ For reasons beyond how completely perfect he feels each time his hips rock forward and his cock ruts deeper into her, Nami's heart skips more than a beat or two.

Leaning up to chase him back into another kiss after he moves to catch his breath, and momentarily ignoring her own need for air, his words make her still as a wide, dazed grin curves over her lips, wholly unchecked. ]

Incredible isn't enough. [ Arching against him, Nami runs the fingers of one hand through his hair, before cradling the back of his neck, the rock of her hips against his quickening as her teeth tug at his bottom lip. ]

[ He indulges in that kiss, and when it ends, Shanks peers at Nami, almost stunned at the smile she gives. It's beautiful, though.

Shanks' eyes flutter at just the addition of Nami's hand on the nape of his neck. There's a breathy laugh. ]

You're right. [ He keeps rocking with her, a little faster, as he breathes. ] Not enough.

[ Of course, he means that in other ways, now, eager for more friction inside of Nami. Shanks moves in for another kiss. ]

[ Frissons of pleasure pulse through her, making her moan against his mouth as she moves harder against him, the climax building through her, keeping every movement greedy and rich with need. ]

Shanks. [ She sighs his name, the sound unguarded and happy against his lips, uttered adoringly more than once or twice between kisses. ] You– I. [ Everything Nami thinks to say is nothing she should say, but the building tension in her body distract from that, the fluttering heat of her cunt shuddering around him as the hungry rock of her hips brings her closer to the edge. ]

[ Her. Him. You. I. Shanks has no idea what Nami was about to say, and in that moment, he can't get himself to care, either, despite usually wanting to know Nami's thoughts. Her body moves and reacts like that, and Shanks starts to come, mind undone, body shuddering with pleasure and release as he stops rocking.

He still tries to move, though, to help Nami reach her own end. ]

[ Likewise, the hard heat of his release is all it takes for Nami to dissolve into trembling moans beneath him as her climax sweeps over her, leaving her gasping his name again and again while her arms and likes wrap tight around him, almost possessive as she pulls him closer in the breathless aftermath. ]

[ It does seem like they'll be told to leave the pod, soon, but in the wake of their climaxes, Shanks is more than content to just hold on to Nami for a moment, listen to her breathing return to normal, as his follows, just snuggling together.

It's comforting. ]

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