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[ 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. ]

[ Her legs wrap around his hips, the quiet laugh that escapes her echoing the amusement in her own, while Nami lets her blunt nails run trails down Shanks' back, tipping her chin up to meet that kiss. Having him turn up in the middle of the night is a rare treat, and, even if it wasn't, she'd be pulling him close and eager to make the most of it anyway. ]

[ Ending up like this is, for Shanks, far better than the emotions he was rolling around with. Far better than not sleeping, and even sleep itself, is the feel of Nami all around him. His back arches into the feel of her nails, rolling with them.

[ There's a light huff into the kiss, a sigh that quite can't escape, much like him. His dick twitches against Nami's skin, making it rather obvious where his mind has long gone. ]

[ But speaking of unusual emotions, Shanks pulls back, slowly, and softly ends the kiss as he just, for a moment, stares into Nami's eyes. ]

[ Looking dazed in the wake of him pulling away, Nami's too caught up in Shanks to bother taming the stupid grin on her face back down to an acceptable size.

He stares, and she stares back, and it probably shouldn't feel right, but like every time the two of them get caught up this intensely, she finds herself letting the wave of affection that sweeps through her hit without it making her bristle.

Nami unwraps one of her arms and reaches up to touch his cheek, not daring to let herself speak just yet. ]

[ Her grin is infectious, and Shanks doesn't realize he's starting to mirror it back to Nami. ]

[ It's Shanks that breaks the silence, staring into Nami's eyes intently, unable to pull away. ]

Even in this light, your eyes.... I've always thought they are the color of the ocean, in the shallows, where the sun's light reflects back from the sea floor.

[ He moves his hand to brush a lock of Nami's hair to the side. ] Just like that.

[ The logical boundaries that might have existed between them back home have been absent for so long that it's only in moments like these, that Nami becomes even distantly aware of how much Shanks means to her, and how impossible that should be. ]

You've always thought that?

[ Disarmed by surprise, Nami become aware of what she asks after she asks it, and feels her face growing hot as a result. ]

[ Nami asks, and Shanks swallows, hard, as his mind registers what he just said. Of course, with his clothes off, the little tattoo on his lower abdomen can be seen, darker than normal, which would explain his vulnerability, explain why he's mouth is blurting things out, like that. ]

[ Especially, since, instead of side-stepping like he usually would, he responds with: ]

Yes. From the first time I saw you.

[ Without being fully aware of it, Nami sits up a little more, bringing herself closer as she meets Shanks' gaze. She's grinning, even though her cheeks are annoyingly hot, leaning in to brush an incredibly light, exceedingly gentle kiss to his lips, a bit too caught up in his face and the things he's saying to notice the darkening tattoo low on his body.

Which, if she had noticed, maybe she wouldn't have followed that first question up with something equally damning. ]

Kind of curious what else you've thought about me for that long.

[ While he's driven to alleviate the growing heat in his groin, Shanks sits up a little when Nami does. When he leans in toward her, his body obscures that little tattoo from Nami's sight. ]

[ For a second, Shanks' eyes flicker down as his smile widens, thinking of that question, properly. Then his eyes move back to Nami's. ]

I like watching you. I like listening to you. If you wanted to, you could just talk about maps, and I will find myself listening to you, for hours. Then need to get in bed with you, after.

Sounds like I'm a seriously terrific lay. [ This is only a partial truth. It sounds like she's so much more than a lay of any kind, and she knows it, and from what she understands of Shanks, Nami feels fairly sure he's aware of that too, if not actually leaning into it. She isn't quite ready to admit how that makes her feel, and giving him an out might allow them both to side step that entirely.

She's so keen to distract, Nami lets her hips tip up, so the slick heat of her folds drags lightly against the underside of his cock. ]

[ Of course, Shanks didn't say any of that for a return, he doesn't expect anything from her. Instead, he gets to chuckle to her words. ]

Indeed. [ And he is, yes, aware. He's pretty sure he's being affected by something, but the words are the truth, so he doesn't regret them, even if he's not sure what to do with his emotions. Thankfully, he doesn't have to think about it. Instead, he gasps air in at the feel of Nami's warmth. He wants more, but doesn't push, denying himself for the sake of it - he wants to savor this particular encounter. ]

[ Nami knows Shanks well enough to know there's no reply he expects her to give, whether it be to reciprocate all the beautiful things she's fallen short of echoing or otherwise.

In the span of seconds, she goes from trying to distract and play it safe, to almost regretting it. The struggle is not knowing what to do with that. Nami brings her body close to his and lingers there, not quite moving to align their bodies and ease him inside her. Instead, she ducks her head, teasing them both as she kisses down his throat, inwardly warring with herself to find the right words, relearning the harsh lesson that it's hard to know what to say when she can't meet it with sarcasm. ] I was probably never supposed to love as many things about you as I do.

[ There's only one way Shanks can respond to that, though he has to get past the feeling of Nami's lips on his throat, her kisses leaving a searing heat in their wake that leaves him aching for more. And yet, here he goes, pausing his own pleasure, yet again. ]

[ He reaches out to cup her chin. ]

Love, like all emotions and dreams, like us, is free to feel whatever it wants. There was never anything dictating how much you get to love. Any restrictions were ones you put there, and you can remove them, when you're ready.

[ This time there's no pausing. Nami's hips roll forward, her breath catching in her throat as she feels his cock begin to sink inside her, letting pleasure blot out the part of her that demands to know why failed to hold back something so candid and true.

Letting the hand he brings to her chin guide her closer, Nami brushes her lips against Shanks' as another soft sound of pleasure escapes her. ]

What about you? [ What is she even asking? Is he ready? Does he kick these weighty concepts around in his head when the topic of her crosses his mind, like she does? ]

[ He indulges in the kiss, for a moment. Then pulls back to smile at her, softly. ]

I refuse to let anything weigh my heart down, to drown it. [ He has to moan after the words, and for a moment, his eyes just close as he enjoys Nami's warmth. When he returns to speaking, his voice is thick. ]

I do as I please. [ Of course, it's easier. He worked out more of his issues when he was younger, and the ones he refuses to touch, he just doesn't think about. He drowns those. ]

So come and do as you please right now.

[ She's not good at feelings, and the ache in her chest is complicated, but she wants to share the sweetest parts of it with him regardless.

She moves against him again, her hips pressing tight to his as she shivers as another wave of pleasure slowly runs through her. ]

Shanks– I want everything from you tonight.

[ Then they don't have to do feelings. It's that simple, to him. ]

Then [ there's another pause as Shanks moans, and rolls his lips into the sound, not quite biting his tongue, wedged between his lips ] let's do everything.

[ And he means, everything. His hand moves to one of Nami's breasts and thumbs against her nipple. ]

[ Pleasure makes her eyelashes flutter as her eyes fall half-closed, but despite that Nami grins up at him, the expression soft, stupid, and achingly real. ]

That's what I want to give you. [ It's lustfully muddled babble, sure, but she means it now more than ever. He makes her heart ache in ways she can't, and potentially won't let herself find the words for, but she can at least let herself show him what words can't describe. ]

[ Shanks breathes in, unsure what to feel about her words, the soft expression on her face (it doesn't even feel like her typical ones). He doesn't give it time, though, he doesn't need to think about it, just act. ]

[ So he does. He leans in to kiss again, and his hand squeezes her breast, promising more. ]

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