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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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