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event: the romance of a day at sea

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[ It starts simple enough: with a text the night before, nearly a week into the House’s latest stunt is. A simple hey love, wanna spend the day (and night) with your favorite cook tomorrow? miss your gorgeous face that’s direct and to the point, because it’s not like there’s a need to be coy, not anymore. It’s not like he and Nami haven’t crossed paths since the resort somehow became a massive ship— and it’s not as though they haven’t had time together— but there’s something decidedly special about getting her all to himself for hours upon hours at a time.

That’s how the next day finds him walking across the deck, a pair of ice cold cocktails in his hands, wearing nothing but powder blue swimtrunks with little bananas decorating them, skin already tanned thanks to several days spent under the intensity of the sun’s rays. There’s no shortage of people around— most dressed in nothing but swimwear— but Sanji doesn’t really care about them. He’s only got eyes for one person right now. Even the nice seabreeze that blows across his skin barely attracts his notice. He’s more concerned with hurriedly making his way to the secluded pool deck where Nami’s supposed to be waiting for him.

It doesn’t take him long to get there.

Her presence there, already reclining in an oversized lounger, isn’t a surprise. That doesn’t stop the sight of her from stealing his breath away. She probably hears him coming as he crosses the remaining distance between them even faster, heart thundering inside him, feelings warming his chest the way they always do when they’re together.

Sanji blinks and he’s sitting on the edge of her lounger, body angled slightly so it’s easier to grin sappily down at her, both drinks hastily set down on the side table. Maybe he should greet her some other way, but instead, he’s bending down and turning his head so can brush his lips against hers, sighing softly as he kisses her, thumb gingerly tracing the soft curve of her jaw while his other hand tucks itself familiarly against her side, feeling the bare skin just below the band and strap of her swimsuit’s top. ]

Shit, you’re beautiful. [ It’s a soft, sweet murmur against her mouth a moment later and it only takes him a second to realize he hasn’t actually greeted her yet. ] I mean— fuck, hey, princess. Miss me much?