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What about you?

[ There's a softness, a sweetness to the way she whispers his name that isn't there all the time, though at the moment Nami honestly can't say why she's held back from him. Even kissing him feels new, her lips seeking his out to brush almost delicately against them before her mouth gently captures his in a long, lingering kiss. ]

What if I want you feeling radiant in my arms tonight? [ As she mumbles the question against his lips, her hand curves over the firm line of his cock over his pants, palm massaging over his hardening cock as she draws closer, her breasts brushing against his chest.

It's a pain, but she pulls back enough to look over her shoulder towards the row of recessed seating just a few feet away. Nami returns her attention to Basch with another kiss, her hand working over the crown of his cock through his pants as her tongue licks over his bottom lip. ] Come sit, I want to ride you tonight. I want you to tell me what makes you feel good.

[ He hadn't considered himself in this equation, but his smile is warm and easy. Relaxed like this, he doesn't even try to rationalize away how sweet and earnest she's being. And that includes wanting to make him feel good.

She's always cared about it. Always been sweet and kind and protective in her own way. But hearing her say it makes him giddy.

Giddiness that turns into a contented moan as she massages over his cock and presses her breasts to him. He knows how both feel, of course, but they're cast in such a different light, given so affectionately like this. ]

Then I would have to oblige you.

[ He follows her blindly, a trust in her he wouldn't give anyone else. And as he moans into that kiss, cock growing under her touch, his own hand dips under her collar to palm her breast, the other cupping her ass.

He breaks their kiss only at her order, a grin on his face. ] I love when you ride me. [ Another kiss. ] And when you tell me what to do. [ Another. ] And I would like it very much if you were to help undress me.

[ He appreciates her in a way that's wholly new and uniquely his. Eager, in his stoic bluntness, never hesitating to give her everything she wants and more than she can think to ask for before he's offering it. Something about the day makes that knowledge hit sweeter than it has before. She doesn't want to just take, she wants to give too, and it's such a strong urge that when he tells her he'll oblige that desire, her heart gives another breathless flutter in her chest.

Her hand continues to work over his cock, but the desire starting to spark heat across her senses does nothing to diminish the softness hanging in the air between them, leaving her feeling safe, and off her guard enough to grin right back at him when he pulls back, her body shifting against his hands, arching closer to his touch as she meets his eye, seemingly unbothered by the color spreading across her freckled cheeks.

Basking in every statement and each kiss that follows Nami's left nodding almost dazedly in response, both hands moving to the closure of his pants, working quickly to tug it loose before she steals another kiss. ] Then we're both going to do a lot of obliging tonight, Basch.

[ His eyes linger wondrously as heat colors her beautiful face, helplessly attempting to count her freckles or memorize how bright her eyes are. His touch doesn't falter, eyes fluttering as her hands begin to unfasten his trousers. ]

You call me your fairy tale, but you are a dream made flesh, Nami [ he murmurs, knowing hands working her clothes off in turn. As he moves the fabric from her breasts, he trails his hands over her bare skin, tracing the shape of her, cherishing that they've become so familiar, even as his released heat presses closer to her. ]

[ If she were any less captivated she might have drawn back only to exasperatedly blush and ask him who actually talks like that, or where he gets off saying something that sappy with a straight face, but as consumed with the weight and warmth of him against her, there's nothing to do but let her heart race. His cock throbs in her hand, the hard, familiar lines of his body sending ripples of rapidly budding heat through her, one hand stroking him slowly as she wraps the opposite arm around him and pulls him close, an unusually breathy, bubbly laugh smothered against his mouth before she draws away. ]

Definitely not a dream. [ Nami murmurs, her voice low and rich with fondness. ] You can have me whenever you want to.

No [ he agrees, smiling like a besotted fool at her happy laugh as he brushes her hair aside, sighing heavily at how good her hand feels. ] You are blissfully real. And offering me a very precious thing.

[ He gets the rest of her clothes off, then sits back to pull off his shirt and cast his pants aside.

Fully naked, the sea breeze runs pleasantly over him. His calloused hands span over her, sighing as he sits and tips his face against her breasts. ]

You can have me just as often. But I think you already knew that. Come here. I want to feel you. [ He guides her toward his lap, kissing his way from her sternum back up to her lips, slow but nipping teasingly as he goes. Every happy sigh or breathy laugh is a victory that makes him hum in appreciation. ]

Look who's talking.

[ Nimble hands work quickly, helping him with her clothing before her attentions turn back to dispatching his, all too happy to be as selfish as she likes with Basch. There hasn't been anything precious about her in a long time, but tonight she can believe that he sees more than that in her.

If she tried, Nami knows she would struggle to express how deeply she feels, how mutual that sentiment is. Showing him is another matter entirely, and after he asks her to get closer – a small sliver of forwardness from Basch she finds herself adoring – she doesn't bother holding back. While the hand around his cock had loosened as he settled on the seat, Nami's hold reasserts itself as she draws closer and moves over him. Her free hand braces itself on Basch's shoulder, the callous on the pad of her thumb smooth as it fans over his skin, enjoying him while she gives herself enough purchase to straddled him easily, her knees bracketing his hips as she holds herself up, strong thighs pressing against his sides. ]

I don't wanna have any space between us tonight, Basch.

[ Watching him through half-lidded eyes, fresh heat runs across her freckled shoulders, her hips arching forward as she guides his cock towards her, the hard heat of his cock spreading her folds apart as his head presses against the slick heat already clinging to her entrance. Nami's eyes open wider, her parted lips curving into a breathless, heady smile as she rocks forward and slowly lets herself sink onto his cock, hissing out a soft curse as the first pangs of pleasure sweep through her. ]

[ Every touch is like fire on his skin, from her hand on his shoulder to where her thighs wrap around him. His own hands drift to her middle, still in awe as he watches her climb onto him.

He knows what's coming, and even so, he gasps and arches as her folds meet his head, desperately seeking out her lips to try to channel some of this overwhelming....bliss. Need. Both all wrapped together. ]

None [ he agrees. Unbeknownst to him, the fantasy keeps pressing, his suit just active enough to make him bolder. He rocks up into her, moaning as he watches her curse and flush. ] We can stay like this if you like, or I've half a mind to carry you on my cock until you ask me to fuck you properly. Maybe against the side of this boat you love so much. [ His voice is nothing but affection as he says it, eyes dreamy, fingers stroking through her hair. ]

[ The promise of being wrapped up in his arms, and carried around the small deck with his cock buried inside her sends an electric thrill rocketing up Nami's spine, lending new warmth to the dazed, soft grin lighting up her flushed face.

Nami's back straightens, her thighs pressing against his sides, keeping her upright as she presses her chest flush to his and ducks her head to run kisses up his neck, dotting light bites in between brushes of her lips. ] Bet you press me against something first. [ The laugh and the gentle roll her hips give to punctuate that challenge takes any seriousness right out of her words, as does the way she's still smiling when she lifts her head to claim his mouth in another kiss. ]

But, I already want you to fuck me properly.

[ That's encouragement enough. He's adjusting his grip, stabilizing her ass as he stands. It makes him moan against her lips, the way she shifts and clenches around him. ]

I love seeing you this happy [ he breathes, his own expression blooming into a grin. And he has no need to hear Nami beg. This open admission of want is so much sweeter. And more desirable.

He kisses her again, taking careful steps down the deck, letting them both gasp and shift as he does. And then he finds a good, clear spot, easing her back against it so he can lean his weight a little, rock his hips slowly with her. ]

Then I'm going to fuck you properly, my queen.

[ By now he ought to expect Nami to give as good as she gets, and though the trip across the small boat isn't long, by the time he's guiding them towards one of the walls of the cockpit at the center of the deck, she's pressed her thighs against his sides, using the leverage to hold herself up while she rocks herself against his cock. ]

I like being this happy, it's new. [ Two things she would never admit outside this dream, but now rush past her lips easily, muttered between kisses and shuddered sighs, as though she were someone who never got used to living every day with their guard up. ] It's even better with you.

[ The arm wrapped around him loosens enough for Nami to rake her fingers through Basch's hair as her hips roll to meet his, meeting his eye with a breathless grin on her face before she pulls him in for a kiss. ]

[ Here, at least, he did, because here it was easy to admit he wanted her affection, and that he felt like she'd given it, and would keep giving it. Normally he wouldn't dare put the pressure of a future, a dynamic on them, but right now it feels like the most natural and wonderful thing in the world.

And he isn't shy about sighing, gasping out as she uses her strength to rock into him even as he carries her, his step stuttering a bit. ]

It is...for me too [ he admits, fingers tightening affectionately against her ass. ] But I've always loved seeing you happy.

[ He gets her up against cockpit, moaning again at her fingers in his hair and that hungry kiss. Properly leveraged, he finally meets her rocking back. It's so easy, his body leading, faster than he intends but not a race. She just feels...so good. Warm and wanting and strong, demanding even as she trusts him back. Keeping her weight supported while angling himself to drive deep into her has him feeling even harder, addicted to how tight she feels around him, gasping against the tongue on his.

He doesn't ever want this to end. ]

[ It's all so effortless, and although her analytical mind ought to be trying to pinpoint why that is, he's so warm and hard, his cock filling her, stoking the searing heat just having him near has invoked. The urge to bristle and duck behind her defenses has never felt so foreign and far away as her eyes linger on his face, soft waves of pleasure making her lashes flutter, taking the sight of him in until the need to kiss him becomes too strong to resist again, and it's the taste of him in her mouth she's drawn into relishing instead.

His body, his words, all of it makes her heart ache with hope and satisfaction, her thighs around his hips tensing, out of desire that spans different levels of want, something she wouldn't let herself do quite so freely, but for now it's all too captivating to resist.

Nami's hips roll, rising to meet his thrusts, the slick sound of him filling her already soaking cunt lurid on the air ]

I want all of you. [ She breathes against his mouth, her fingertips pressing into his shoulders, nails digging in slightly as her building release knits tension through her body, making the muscles of her inner thighs twitch as the slick velvet clutch of her cunt tightens around him. ] I want to make all of you happy tonight, Basch.

[ He's seen her so many ways, but this -- softly lost in bliss, affection warm on her features, trust -- it's all he can do to give her all he has, a driving need to both serve and protect, nothing feeling quite enough, and yet entirely certain that she's pleased with him just as he is.

Their lips meat again and he feels at peace, lost in how their bodies come together, the divine feeling of her weight against him, the heady sound of their movements and how much she wants this. She digs nails into his skin, rocks against him so that her velvety, warm folds envelope him in ways that feel entirely new and unbelievable. He has to brace himself, keep balanced to support them both, and it only makes him more breathless, more warm and pleased. ]

You have all of me [ he promises, shifting her so he can rock more intently, chasing a slow but steady high for both of them, wanting to savor her as much as he wants them both to erupt in bliss. ] You have my affection, and my trust, and my deepest thanks. [ He kisses her again, tender before nipping at her lip, one of his hands starting to swirl at her nipple as his hips pick up on their own, chasing the fluttering warmth of release to come as they're fanned by the tightening of her walls. ] And my cock, however you want it.

[ He dips his head, kissing down her jaw, sucking hard at her neck as he moans into more pointed thrusts, using the wall of the cabin behind her to drive himself deeper and hold them both steady, cool sea air biting at exposed skin, mixing with the smell of both of them together, and he moans, not sure he's ever been more attracted to someone. He's not even aware of how he says her name between kisses, reverent and loving. ]

[ This isn't their first time by a long shot, but regardless, Nami can't seem to get enough of taking him in, both in the way her hips arch and rock against him as he fucks into her heat, and in how her hands never seem to still for long. Nails dragging against his shoulders before lifting away, so her hands can tangle greedily in the sandy shag of his hair, only to withdraw a moment later to cradle the sides of his face, holding him in every kiss like she's been starving for his touch for weeks.

Every thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through her body, keeping her moaning softly against his mouth. She likes to keep quiet, even in the throes of pleasure Nami will always try to keep those sounds inside, but tonight that restraint doesn't seem to cross her mind. ]

Your thanks? [ The words come in a soft, breathless laugh, the teasing brush of his fingers over her nipple encouraging her hips to move faster against him, making her bite back a moan before she's kissing him again. Meaning that much to him makes her heart ache. Being worthy of things like trust and gratitude would have been a wild notion a little less than a year ago, and they still feel huge now, despite the heat of the moment and how far they've come together. ] Somebody like me would never get trusted with something that precious, Basch.

[ His name repeats a second later, more raggedly spoken than the first time around as a sweet spike of heat radiates from her core, ensuring she's tight around him, walls already fluttering as she hangs on the precipice of her orgasm. ] You make me feel so lucky. [ Words fail beyond that, as her shoulders roll back, body arching, gone taut with the tension that suddenly releases, leaving her soaked and shuddering as she comes. ]

[ He sighs against her at the way her hands seem to need to find all of him -- his back, his hair, his face -- like they haven't touched in weeks. Like he's precious to her. A dream he hasn't voiced, though tonight he isn't sure why that was. He loves the way she moans and rocks against him, loves the quiet way her touch speaks of something sweeter. He just wants to be here, tangled in her, hearing the quiet sounds that escape her. ]

I think people misjudge you [ he murmurs back. ] You're very careful with your treasures.

[ But then he's gasping her name back, arms wrapping tightly around her and pulling them flush together as her walls tighten around him, her body going rigid and gasping. It's hardly a moment before his is roaring in turn, hot and frozen and perfect as he thrusts once more into her, seed spilling and grip tightening, wanting to feel all of her, everywhere, always.

Dizzy, dazed, he's still cradling her, pressing gentle kisses to her face, shuddering at the heat and wetness around him, the aftershocks he can't tell who is initiating. ] You do the same for me, Nami. Knowing you is a gift.

[ Misjudged. It might have been softly spoken, but Basch might as well have shouted those thoughts into her face, for how hard those words land. How correct he is resounds through her, and were she not already well on her way to coming undone from all the bliss building through her, she might have had to stop everything just to boggle at how perfectly that word fits. Misjudged is all Nami's ever been, and, in truth, she's had to count on that fact to survive for a long time.

Instead of reeling in surprise, it's the wave of affection that comes on after being so clearly seen and understood that Nami's left to delight and revel in – that and hot and sweet it feels as they both topple over that edge together.

The tremble hasn't fully left her muscles, the insides of her thighs twitching gently as they stay possessively wrapped around his hips, keeping his cock drawn deep inside her as she relishes the slick heat of their shared release. ]

You're right. I'm very careful– [ Nami answers finally, a gravely purr lingering at the edges of those softly spoken words as heavy-lidded eyes remain trained on his face, watching him through her lashes while the flats of her fingers brush over his cheek. ] But that doesn't mean I don't like stealing away the treasures I can't resist. [ Her eyes open fully as the already wide, dazed smile on her face grows further. She can't stop herself from repeating his name, quiet and sweet, while on her way to leaning into him, so her lips can brush against his once more. ]

[ He's grinning just as wide, keeping her pinned and reveling in having their bodies locked together. His whole body is sensitive, and being wrapped around her and within her all at once is bliss, his lips meeting every kiss and nuzzling her in between. ]

I love when you steal me away. You don't suffer fools or keep lesser things -- No one else makes me feel valuable like you do. [ Another truth he hasn't spoken, maybe not even one he's realized for himself. But it's buoyant and honest, and there's a laugh on his throat, breathlessly whispering her name right back. ]

I love seeing you this happy, Nami. I want to always give you that.

[ Sweet nothings, no matter how tenderly they might be whispered, shouldn't be her thing. As cynical and brusque as Nami likes to be, adoring words and doting statements ought to give her nothing more than new reasons to roll her eyes, but Basch has already proven himself more than capable of slipping past her walls. With him, the things they murmur to one another make her heart feel warm and full, rather than send the jaded part of her flaring only for her to end up on the defense.

And she doesn't want that to ever stop.

Her mouth works down his neck, nuzzling the side of her face against his skin as the steady press of their bodies draws another soft, delighted moan out of her, making her sweetly dazed. ]

Good. [ Has she made anyone feel valuable before? It's a new and wonderful concept, especially presented in this way, one that has her breathing her words emphatically against his skin. ] Let me keep giving you that, while you keep making me happy. [ Promises and offers like the ones they trade in these heated moments are rare for her. As much as she's let herself enjoy and get caught up in the better parts of the resort, Nami has never lost sight of the journey that's waiting back home. That's made it easy to be grounded, to stay aloof in her approach no matter how much she adores, but, not with Basch. Not anymore. ] I love making you happy, Basch.

[ Sweet nothings aren't entirely his thing either. He always means them; others don't. It's confusing, and he's learned to keep those thoughts to himself. Now, though, it's a relief, a buoy even, to be able to tell her just what he feels and see her light up with it in turn.

He sighs again, cradling her against him as she nuzzles into him, happier than he can remember being. He feels like he's been let into some secret inner space, and gods is he going to do everything he can to protect and cherish that. He's been kept outside the walls too many times not to recognize how special this. And all that pain feels distant; how could any of them have come close to what he has with Nami? This is a fit, in a way he didn't understand before this place. Before her. ]

Alright [ he murmurs. ] Good. We'll keep making each other happy.

[ This time, when he presses his lips to hers, something starts to fade and shift, like a dream coming to an end. In another few moments, he's blinking on the beach, sweaty with sun in his eyes. He looks over, and Nami is beside him, lovely and dazed and blinking to as well.

He reaches over, taking her hand, and while his smile is shy, it has all the warmth and radiance of the closeness they just shared.

[ There's a nervous, vulnerable softness fluttering her chest, a feeling that finds itself mirrored almost perfectly by the bashfulness in Basch's smile. With the influence of her suit fading into the background, that old defensiveness flares quietly in the back of her mind, but in the wake of what they've shared, Nami finds herself pushing past it without so much as a second thought.

Nami slides her hand into his and shifts close enough to let her front press snugly to his side. She props her head on her hand and lets her eyes sweep over his face, feeling heat rise to her own. ]

That was something. [ And just how dazed and happy its left her radiates out of her, softening all her edges. ] Basch– [ Nami starts before cutting herself off when she leans in to kiss him rather than speak. ]

[ There's such a relief when she doesn't pull away. He hardly has time to process it before its overshadowed by the joy and warmth of her shifting into him, her face looking as dazed as he feels.

If she hadn't kissed him, he would have kissed her. His arms go around her, pulling her close and protected, and its easy minutes of soft, sturdy kisses before he pulls back to nuzzle her nose, breathing deep and slow in the beach sunshine. ]

Nami [ he agrees, breathless and happy. And then, softly, ] You have me always.

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