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[ 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. ]

Yeah? I guess all the other people you've shown up and kissed all over must be pretty stupid. [ She strokes his cheek, not bothering to tamp down the grin on her face, before stealing another kiss. ]

You missed my back, though.

[ Shanks chuckles to her words. ]

Some of them, well, they're not very talkative, is all. [ Not naming names, though as he tries to return that quick kiss before Nami pulls away. There's outright laughter to her comment about her back. ]

That's easy enough to remedy. Turn over, Nami.

[ And turn over she does, but only after kissing him properly one more time. ]

Maybe next time I'll turn up at your place in the middle of the night. [ Nami sounds amused as she stretches out on her stomach before shooting Shanks an expectant look over her shoulder. ]

[ He kisses her in return, slowly, and chuckles at Nami's words as she turns over. ]

I would like if you did. [ Shanks kisses Nami's shoulder, lightly. ] Encourage it, even. [ Kisses a little lower, starting to go down her back. ]

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