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[ This is so sexy, and yet she still can't stop all those soft giggles that slip out at the silent way he reacts, and the constant, methodical flood of kisses he's so committed to stamping over her skin. ]

Fine. It is very hot when you're bossy, I guess.

[ Another giggle, another tug to his hair before she loosens her hold and chooses to drag her nails along the curve of his scalp and down the nape of his neck instead. ]

[ Oh? Shanks raises an eyebrow to Nami's words, but still doesn't reply. Instead, his grin turns feral and he slips down her body in a swift, feline like, move, giving chase from her nails. If he stays there, Shanks might not move again. Can't have that, not just yet.

His eyes move to meet hers again as he lays another kiss by her knee (a call back to one of their first run-ins in the hotel, when he could, ignorantly, laugh off the idea of kissing a knee could be remotely seductive), then finally reaches a calf. His hand ghosts over her flesh, to grab her foot, in the end, and keep her leg where it is. ]

[ It just takes a glance for Nami to decide that the grin on Shanks' face might be among the sexiest looks she's ever been on the receiving end of. Even though they've been at this for some time, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine anyway, making her blush and bring a hand up to her face to try and mask some of the color that's risen there. ]

You can just say you're into knees, you know.

[ Nami's words, at least, get a chuckle from Shanks, the rumble close to Nami's skin. But his response to that is to go lower, and kiss the side of a calf, then down her leg all the way to Nami's ankle. He kisses the bone at the side, then moves to her other foot. His hand moves to grab the other ankle, and he kisses the top of her foot, and starts to move up her shin bone. ]

[ As his lips brush her ankle, she yelps softly in surprise, both hands moving to cover her face as she dissolves into laughter again, blushing furiously as she peeks between her fingers after he finishes traveling down one leg and starts to move up the other. ]

This is ridiculous!

[ Shanks looks up, lips raw and red, and parts his mouth as though he almost responds to that, but then he just laughs. He buries his head against Nami's thigh and laughs. ]

[ Wrapping her now free leg around him, Nami shivers as he laughs against her skin and shakes her head at him. ]

[ Shanks' laughter dies down to a low rumble, as he tries to slide himself up Nami's thigh just a bit more, his face nearly on her groin. Voice throaty he finally speaks. His swollen, red lips move slowly. ]

Looks like I'm trapped. At your mercy, even.

Finally, he speaks. [ The sound of his voice makes her sit up, still grinning as she moves, settling her hands on his shoulders to guide him back to her, wanting him close enough to kiss. ] Anybody ever tell you that you're a real romantic?

I do. [ Shanks pulls back up, closer to Nami's face. ]

Me? [ Shanks says that with such utter disbelief. ] If you're trying to, that is a first.

[ With that, he leans in to kiss Nami proper. ]

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