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