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[ If Shanks is feeling vulnerable, or morose, his tone doesn't show it, airy as ever. ]

Nami, by any chance are you up? I wouldn't mind the company if you can spare it.

If not, there's no issue.

Yeah, I can spare it. [ Her voice is rich with sleep, but there's the unmistakable sounds of rustling as Nami climbs out of bed and looks around for something to throw on. ] Your place or mine?

We can meet for drinks, or yours. I can head to yours.

[ Shanks is a simple man, but still a pirate. He can't help but find Nami's suite far more amazing. And beach like enough he would prefer being there. ]

Perfect. I don't have to get dressed. [ She will toss on a shirt, however, for good measure. ] I'll have the rum waiting.

More reason not to go out for drinks. [ He doesn't clarify if he means the rum waiting, or Nami not getting dressed, not before he ends the conversation. ]

[ Shanks doesn't bother knocking when he gets there. It's a big place, so he sends a voice message, instead. ]

Waiting at your door.

[ Bewildered and concerned, but thankfully still a touch too drowsy to show it, Nami pulls the door of her suite open, greeting Shanks with a slight tilt of her head and a bottle of rum. ]

Wanna go to the beach?

[ She is painfully curious as to what it is that's brought him here tonight, but holds back from prying outright until she gets more of a feel for the situation. ]

I think, tonight, yes, that sounds best.

[ Slowly, he reaches for the bottle of rum, ready to down some. ]

[ He can't blame Nami for her curiosity - this is very abnormal, and typically, he would rely on Buggy in this condition, first and foremost, but this time, he, specifically, wanted Nami. ]

[ After passing off the rum, Nami is quiet until they've moved through the front of her suite and out the back, and she can feel sand under her feet once more. ]

So, are you gonna tell me what's on your mind, or is this a drink in silence kind of night?

[ Admittedly, she's curious, and almost tempted to ask if something's happened to upset him, but Nami leaves it up to him to decide what to share. ]

Silence isn't necessary. [ He at least wants to assure Nami of that, before he knocks back a swig of rum, then hands the bottle back to share with Nami. Shanks steps onto the sand and manages a weak smile. All the same, he doesn't want to dwell. ]

Have you never had a night you would just rather not sleep?

[ Considering the things that usually happen between them, it's tempting to ask what he had, beyond sleeping, in mind, but that almost fragile attempt at a smile keeps her quiet.

Instead, she steps closer as they head toward the surf, initially to take the offered bottle off him, but it doesn't take Nami that long to get her arm draped loosely around his lower back. ]

I can't say I was ever in a good mood when that happened to me. [ She lifts a shoulder in a brief, noncommittal shrug, and passes the bottle back to him. ]

[ When he headed over, he didn't have anything in mind, but Nami's company. However, doing something else isn't out of the question. It would be a much more fun nighttime activity than speaking about what is keeping him up, or just being awake, in general. ]

[ He feels her arm, and Shanks steps in closer and smiles for Nami. ]

I can't say I'm in a good mood, but I can't say I've found talking about a thing has ever helped me, much. Doing things, however, that usually helps.

[ Even though the seascape is all fake, she still enjoys it when they reach the edge of the beach, and the lazy waves lapping at the sand run over the tops of her feet. She knocks the bottle of rum back for a healthy pull and passes it off to him before leaning in to kiss his cheek. ]

Things, huh? You know, I've got a name.

[ It's real enough, Shanks still enjoys looking at it. He'll take what he can get, missing home as bad as he is, in that moment, in particular. ]

[ For a second, Shanks turns to her, perplexed, then understanding dawns on him and he chuckles. ]

Why, Nami, is that an invitation?

Yes. [ She answers him readily and easily, before following that single, certain word up with a small, but markedly unguarded grin. ] I didn't think you still needed an invitation, Shanks.

[ If anything, Nami's fairly sure it's obvious how she feels about Shanks, and how welcome every move he's made on her was, although she wouldn't dream of saying as much out loud. Instead, she plays it safe and pauses mid-step before leaning in to kiss him. ]

[ He still chuckles, almost like he's abashed, even after all this time. ]

I don't, but if you like to give one, I won't be so rude as to deny it.

[ One thing is obvious, spending time with Nami pleases him. It's usually fun, or soft, or something. None of it ever needs to be expressed. And yet, tonight, Shanks doesn't feel himself. He's about to explain the tattoo, but Nami's lips meet his, and he kisses her in return, instead. ]

[ For a few long moments, she doesn't pull away, electing instead to linger in that kiss while one hand lightly brushes over the side of his face.

When she does draw back, it's only far enough to speak, but close enough to ensure her lips brush against his while she does. ]

How's that?

[ Nami asks that question, and Shanks just stares back at Nami's blue eyes, intently. She is his only focus, now. ]

Undeniable.

[ With that, he wraps his arm around her waist and goes in for another kiss, a deeper one, to slip his tongue in, and feel Nami against his body. ]

[ A soft, contented sigh escapes her as Shanks draws her into another kiss, before her lips part to allow her tongue to softly lick into his mouth as he moves to do the same and deepen the gesture. He's always thrilling, even after all the months they've spent sleeping together, and deep down Nami's certain there's likely to never be a time Shanks doesn't make her heart beat faster. ]

Glad you came over tonight. [ One arm wraps around his shoulders, while her free hand affectionately brushes absent patterns over his shoulder and across his chest. ]

[ Their tongues meet, and Shanks pauses for a moment, but gently withdraws as Nami does. His way of looking at the world allows for every experience with her to be new and exciting. It's always an adventure. She's always an adventure. ]

[ He puts his arm around Nami's waist and his eyes, half-lidded, never leave her as he speaks. ]

I, too, am glad I came. But I always am. [ There's a smirk at the end, indicating he might not just mean arriving, alluding to their sexual escapades. His hand lowers, just a little, to indicate he does intend to take this night there, if Nami wants it to go there. ]

[ Leaning into his side as she basks in the familiar warmth of his arm wrapped around her, Nami lets her head duck down, both to hide a revealingly fond smile, and to let her lips brush against the side of his neck. ]

Think we're going to make it all the way to a beach chair? [ Nami asks in a murmur, grinning against his skin. ] Or are you gonna tackle me in the sand first?

[ Shanks shakes his head, answering before he puts words to his answer. ]

We're not going any further. [ Sand might not be the best place to have sex on, but Shanks doesn't care. They can roll around on his cloak, which he unclasps right then, before his hand moves back to Nami to start undressing her. ]

[ The abrupt, decisive way he makes up his mind draws a surprised, almost softly girlish laugh out of her, leaving her shifting her weight to lean into him more fully before her mouth claims his in a lingering, unmistakably warm kiss.

Grinning as she hears the rustle of fabric when Shanks does away with his cloak, she lets her hands follow his lead, quickly unbuttoning his shirt before roving over the bare skin of his chest beyond. ]

Good. Got everything I need right here.

[ Shanks' smile lifts as he hears Nami laugh. It's cute. When she goes for his shirt, he moves to help get it off in a fast move, then he reaches for her clothes. ]

[ He, in fact, mimics her hand, and rubs it over Nami's chest, in the process. ]

As do I.

[ Regardless of the circumstances, Nami figured she would end up grateful that all she threw on to meet Shanks at the door was a pair of panties and a big shirt. Getting to shed her clothing rapidly, thus ensuring Shanks can devote his energy to touching her quickly. Likewise, she doesn't have to waste time before she's pushing his pants off his hips and leaning in to kiss him before sparing a glance over her shoulder and moving to guide them both back onto his cloak where it's sprawled in the sand. ]

Show me how much you need me. [ Nami grins wolfishly as she says it, waiting until he's close enough to kiss to capture his mouth against hers. ]

[ The cloak feels smooth and soft against bare skin, way better than sand, though they are bound to get sand all over it, and each other, soon enough. They can always move to a bed for round two, though. ]

[ There's a rumble in Shanks' chest, a barely audible chuckle, as he grins to her words. He doesn't respond verbally, instead, his arm slips down to grab one of Nami's ass cheeks, to pull her close, and he goes back in for another kiss. ]

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