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– 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐳𝐨 💙🧡

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[chiffonades]

to my dearest and sweetest nami ♡

a woman lovelier than any sunrise
you hold my heart in the palm of your hand
my favorite moments are the ones by your side
i am yours without question my devotion grand
i would ask that you join me soon for a tour and surprise

your sanji

[cartographie]

What a sap.

A tour?

[chiffonades]

only for you, gorgeous. and you like how sappy i am about you.

yeah, of my suite. i, uh, finished working with the shitty staff to put it together. i wanna show you around when you have time.

[cartographie]

Not the word I would use.

When don't I have time for you? Are you going to come pick me up?

[chiffonades]

ah, my apologies, madame. i meant love. you love that about me.

yeah, of course i'll come pick you up. wouldn't be much of a gentleman if i didn't, would i? be there soon.

[cartographie]

I do. I love that about you.

Guess I'll get dressed. As tempting as it is not to, I want to snoop in your new room

[chiffonades]

tempting as the thought of you naked always is, i wanna show you around the whole place. but wear something gorgeous and i'll undress you after, and we can break in the bed together, just us ♡

meet you by the entrance to your rooms?

p.s. love you and your beautiful face

[cartographie]

When you put it like that, then, pick a color.

Thirty minutes? I want to get ready.

[ Read as: she wants to look extra gorgeous for him. ]

Just my beautiful face? 😘

un; sanji

[chiffonades]

missing you, gorgeous

[cartographie]

Already?

[chiffonades]

are you really surprised? i miss every beautiful inch of you the moment you walk out the door. can’t help it with how you light my day up.

[cartographie]

I know you're telling the truth, and I can't decide if that's ridiculous, or incredibly romantic. Maybe both ♥

[chiffonades]

definitely romantic ♥ not my fault you’re so damn captivating. come back over tonight and i’ll show you what i’ve got cooked up to really make you feel special, nami.

[cartographie]

Definitely romantic. [ Ugh, her heart, this is so gross. ] You're too much. This is why I can't take you with me. I'd never get anything done with you flirting with me.

[chiffonades]

neither of us would. i’d be too tempted to pull you into arms to do much of anything. [ It’s not his fault she’s stolen his heart so completely. ] but… miss you all the same, yeah? i guess it doesn’t matter what we would and wouldn’t get done when all i wanna do is hold you.

[cartographie]

You're ridiculous!

[chiffonades]

[ Early one morning, a shopping bag appears just outside the entrance to the private section of Nami's suite, everything within neatly folded and arranged. And while the outside just has her name scrawled on it, the hand that that wrote the elegant lettering in bright orange ink— alongside the pair of hearts scribbled next to it— is a dead giveaway to who the gift is from.

Inside, there are a few different items: a daring red dress, a set of black lingerie, a ring with a pair of orange and blue gemstones set within, and, of course, a note written in the same hand. ]

for my loveliest princess,

come over tomorrow for lunch and an afternoon of shopping with your favorite chef? i wanna spoil you and get your help with something.

love,

your prince

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[ It's not like scores of people have access to her suite, much less the knowledge of the best place to leave a mysterious parcel behind, so even before she opens the little package, she's grinning. It's unlikely that expression is going anywhere any time soon, as each gift she lifts our of the bag makes her heart beat a half-step faster than the one before it. As always, just how kind and thoughtful Sanji can be shines through in everything he's chosen to send her. Material girl that she is, the jewelery is the obvious favorite, and her reply is held up thanks to how easily distracted she is by gold, but finally Nami's attention returns (at least partially, it is a gorgeous ring and it looks perfect on he finger) to her watch to fire off a quick first message. ]

Help with something?

[ Because she assumes her answer to his invitation is a given, Nami doesn't even bother to acknowledge it until a few minutes later when she sends a picture of herself in the dress he's chosen for her, one hand obviously positioned so the stones on her new ring are catching the light and very noticeable, almost as noticeable as the bared curves of her breasts, thanks to the dress's plunging neckline. ]

The lingerie is gorgeous, but this looks better with no bra on, don't you think?

I'll see you soon, love, going to have to thank you in person.

[chiffonades]

[ There’s not a ton to do before she comes over— letting her sit on the counter while he makes lunch and they banter and talk is an important part of the appeal of inviting her over— so when Nami messages, he’s freshly showered and considering curling up with the latest pick for her and Mitsuru’s book club. It takes him a moment to reply back, but not for lack of enthusiasm. Like always, seeing a message waiting from her has his stomach clenching with excitement, a sudden swell of fondness filling his chest before he’s even read what she’s said. ]

nothing too important, yeah? it’s just— i got this big, lovely suite to spoil you with, but all our favorite toys are in your closet. thought we could go to the love dove while we’re out and pick out a few for my suite?

[ It… might just be the most transparent excuse he could think of to spend time with her, but it doesn’t stop it from being true. He’s mostly finished dressing when she sends her picture a few minutes later, but the sight of her literally takes his breath away. Nami’s always gorgeous, and after months here together, he’s seen her in all kinds of outfits, seen her completely bare, seen her in tantalizing lingerie, but somehow, he’s never prepared for just how good she looks. The effect is all the stronger for it being an outfit selected, the ring he picked out glinting on her finger. ]

…fuck, you really are the most beautiful woman in this whole damn place, nami. yeah, skip the bra. you look perfect without it on.

[ With it comes a photo of his own— a little teaser for what’s in store for her— of himself, dressed in a black suit that fits as if made for him alone, shirt the same vividly bright shade of red as her dress, tie the same dark black as his slacks, eye squeezed shut in a quick wink. ] see you soon. gonna make you something extra tasty to kick our date off right ♡

[cartographie]

Tastier than— [ Whew why is typing two little words making her blush this much? ] My boyfriend? Sounds impossible.

[ The time it takes to move through the passage connecting her suite with his, is enough to get the red on her face back down to a somewhat respectable, but still downright girlish pink. Not that Nami believes Sanji will do anything but smile stupidly at the sight of both it, and her. Being so perpetually accepted by someone isn't as weird as it used to be. There may always be a lingering streak of strangeness that will only fade with time, but the bigger part of Nami has come to not just accept that she's loved, but to relish it for reasons beyond using it to her advantage.

Moving quietly through Sanji's suite, with her shoes left behind on the beach, she creeps into the kitchen, where she's almost sure he'll be.

Once Nami spots him, it doesn't take long for her to get where she should be, namely with her arms around his waist, hugging him from behind for a brief moment before her arms loosen and she tilts her chin up to perch on his shoulder, head turned to let the warmth of her breath tickle over his skin when she speaks. ]

Hey gorgeous.

[chiffonades]

careful or you're gonna give me a big head, love.

[ It shouldn't really make him this happy, seeing those two little words blinking there on the screen, but it does. They linger in his head as he does what's only natural— making his way to the kitchen to start preparing— face split in a grin that's large and foolish and definitely fully lovestruck as he starts pulling out ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator. When he'd first arrived here, still scrambling to find his crew, to find some scrap of normalcy to cling to, anything remotely close to what they've become to one another had seemed like an impossibility. Oh, he'd adored her, would've worshiped the ground she walked on if she'd let him, but with every easy grin and fond look he'd sent her way, there'd been no expectation, no belief that she'd ever look at him the same way.

He's still smiling like that— how could he not be?— so caught up in slicing thin ribbons of onion and fondly recalling everything they've been through that he never notices her sneaking into the kitchen. ]

Hey yourself, beautiful. [ Chuckling warmly, he still shivers where her breath blows over his skin, hands gently taking hers and peeling them away from his waist as he turns to face her. Even with the picture from earlier, his breath still catches for a brief moment as he looks at her, teeth briefly raking over his bottom lip while his hands gently squeeze hers.

Unable to stop himself, his lips brush against hers a heartbeat later in a kiss that's brief and soft, full of all that warm adoration that rises up so easily within him. And before she can say anything, he does it twice more, sighing happily each time, tongue gently wetting the soft swell of her lips in a quick tease. Somehow, he's left with an even stupider smile on his face after, forehead resting against hers as he stares into those eyes that are as deep and welcoming as the sea. ] Still got a while to go on lunch. Figured we'd eat then get outta here?

[ Either way, he's taking her by the hips as they talk and lifting, sitting her on the counter right next to where he's working on preparing the salad for today's lunch. ]

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[ 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. ]

So what’s on the menu, chef?

[chiffonades]

Anything I want, huh? [ His lips might be hovering mere inches from hers— close enough that Sanji can still feel the warmth rolling off them, inviting and sweet and more than a little tempting— but he still thinks the wickedly smug way his lips curve into a sly grin is obvious. Months of being trapped here together— of the easy, shameless intimacy that's built up between them, each day whittling down the barriers that would have made it impossible back on the Merry— have ensured that he's grown familiar with every inch of her, that nothing about the way her body presses against the broad, rigid plane of his chest is unfamiliar. How many nights have they spent just like this, bodies pressed together in a way that only feels right as the darkness surrounds them and ushers in sleep?

He never tires of it. Not in the hazy bliss that follows a long night of sex and passion where they're both left with slick skin, swollen lips, and sweet, shameless babble spilling from their lips in a tangle of limbs and exhaustion and not in moments like this, where every sense is alight with her. ] That's a damn dangerous offer. Lots of things I want, but all of them involve you, gorgeous.

[ Laughing gently as he sets her down on the countertop, there's not even an attempt to hide the appreciative look that roams over her body, greedily drinking in every detail of her that his gifts highlight. It makes the way he grins at her a moment later take on an edge of wildness, a hint of hunger lurking there.

That he wants her is obvious, because Sanji always wants her, because if there's one thing he's learned since arriving here, it's how to be direct in the things he really, truly desires, the things he wants with his whole heart. And it's a testament to how much he wants this date to proceed— to spend the afternoon spoiling her— that rather than crashing his lips against hers again in a daze of hunger and lust, he just shoots her another grin, one hand idly drumming its fingers over the delicate lace of a stocking high on her thigh. ]

Tempted as I am to say you're the appetizer, main course, and dessert, Nami, we're gonna save that for a bit later. [ Is he serious? Probably. The playful way he winks at her, a self-satisfied smirk settling on his lips as he deposits the thin moons of onion in a metal bowl, along with the way he bites his lower lip, certainly suggests it. Nearby on the stove, a pot of water slowly comes to a simmer— only a midway point on it's journey to a full, rolling boil— while Sanji leans closer, lips lightly brushing against the soft skin just below her ear. ]

Thought I'd keep lunch, uh, simple. [ Which is Sanji for "I'm going to make you something that anyone would else would consider a full dinner" because he can't do anything by halves, least of all when Nami's involved. It could be more extravagant, but he's saving that for dinner— if she'll let him convince her to grant him her company for the whole day and into tomorrow, anyway. ] We're gonna have a tomato and onion salad with a balsamic vinaigrette, pasta with shrimp and a wine-butter sauce, and strawberries dipped in chocolate for dessert. You know, something sweet for someone sweet.

[ A part of him wonders if she remembers it— the silly thing he first said to her, way back when at the Baratie— but even if not, it doesn't really matter. Just looking at her makes his heart flutter in the most pleasant way he can imagine. This time, he does kiss her mouth— soft and sweet and quick, a gentle brush of his lips— before taking a step back with an almost regretful sigh, although his fingers still gently drum against her thigh. ] You want something to drink while I cook, lovely? Won't be long before I get a little too busy to make you anything.

🦮🐈‍⬛

[chiffonades]

[ The path to Sanji sequestering himself away in one of Nami’s guest rooms, a pair of fake dog ears and a wicked plug with a bushy tail— fur a brilliant gold— in hand, starts, of course, with another tantalizing picture of her that leads straight to them stumbling across a pair of black cat ears in a box of toys. There’s banter, of course, the heated kind that always happens between greedy kisses and sounds of wordless pleasure, and one things leads to another before he’s suggesting that he could be her puppy, if she wanted, that he could done a pair of ears and do as she asked and prove that he was good while she could be his kitten and be as good or wicked as she liked.

It’s not exactly a fantasy he’d ever had before, but— well, it’s Nami. He’s hers, mind and body and heart and soul, he’s hers in every conceivable way that matters and he feels safe and comfortable around her— far more so than with anyone else— and somehow, that idea doesn’t sound half-bad, letting her do thinking and the plotting while he simply does what she wants. And he does want to prove he can— and will— do anything and everything she asks of him. If there’s a part of him that thrills at the thought of the praise that’s sure to come his way alongside the pleasure, it’s something he only hints at with the excited way he talks as they plan things out and go shopping for everything he’ll need on the appointed day when they both have nothing but time for this and one another.

So he’s already excited— heart pounding in his chest, a warm flush spread over his cheeks, cock hard and aching in his slacks— before he even starts to undress in private. As soon as he’s naked, the droopy ears poking out amidst all of soft strands of blonde hair, he lubes up the three rounded sections of the plug, each section slightly thicker than the one before it, getting it nice and so slick that light glints off it when he holds it up and snaps a picture of himself holding it, cock jutting out obscenely from between his legs and as precum beads from his slit and droplets dribble down his plump crown. ]

getting ready now. gonna be so good for you, promise. send you another picture once i’ve got it in.

[ Several long moments pass before he messages her again with another photo, moments he’s spent fingering the tight ring of his ass, forcing it to relax just enough to start working the plug in. With time and enough patience, though, he’s able to get it all the way in, gasping and groaning her name and quite obscenities the whole time, his free hand greedily stroking his cock with such enthusiasm, he’s almost sure she can hear it where she’s waiting on the other side of the door. The photograph he sends her, thanks to a full length mirror, shows everything: the glazed look of his eyes, the toy snuggly settled in his ass with the tail visible against the white sheets, the way his cock rests on his belly, partially soft, streaks of cum coating abdomen, proof that he hasn’t really been as good as he should. ]

did i do good? can i come out now?