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[ Even if he doesn't answer, Shanks' eyes do flicker up toward Nami, again, gauging her mood. She seems receptive, and he's pretty certain if she didn't want this, she would make him stop, or tell him directly.

He does move with her, but his mouth goes a little lower, then lower, until his lips are right over a nipple. He kisses it, then sucks. ]

[ She's still grinning when he glances up again, her face happily flushed, although she does try to look exasperated for all of half a second. Then his lips close over her nipple, and the warm tension teasing at the sensitive peak leaves her gasping, her nails pressing into his shoulder blade in delighted surprise. ]

[ At least he finally makes a sound, a rumbling moan when Shanks feels Nami's nails dig into him like that. His lips curl into a grin, then, carefully, scrapes his teeth over her nipple. ]

[ The sharp scrape of his teeth makes her squirm and shiver under him, her nails dragging down his back, enjoying getting a reaction out of him even more while he's pointedly retaining his silence. ]

[ There's another moan as Shanks arches his back into Nami's nails, rolling with the movement of them. He gives Nami's nipple another suck and kiss, then moves down her breast once more, peppering kisses as he moves, on to her ribs. ]

[ Her nails press harder into his skin in response to that moan, his reaction almost as arousing as his mouth as he teases her nipple before kissing lower down the line of her body.

Drawn in almost magnetically, Nami props herself up on the bed with one hand, sitting up enough that her eyes can continue to follow Shanks while he mouth travels over her skin. ]

[ For a second, Shanks stops to lick a spot on Nami's stomach, then sucks at the skin there when she presses her nails in further. When he can think, again, he starts to kiss down her body, further.

From time to time, his eyes flicker from Nami's body, to her eyes, just to look at her face. ]

[ Both infatuated and aroused, there's a dreamy look in her eye that seems to become warmer each time Shanks flicks his gaze back towards her face, her eyelashes fluttering as she feels his lips just above her hip and sighs happily in response. ]

[ Shanks moves down to a hipbone, and stays there, yet again, to suck on her flesh, teeth grazing. This time he lingers, and puts in a little more effort. It will, likely, leave a mark. ]

[ Another shiver runs down her spine as a quiet moan of approval slips past her lips. ]

I was hoping you were going to leave marks. [ Her nails drag across his back as she says so, doing much the same to him before letting her hand rake through his hair again. ] I like seeing them afterward.

[ The smile Shanks sends Nami's way, this time, is nearly feral, corners lifted high as he looks at her from under his lashes, sly and devious. If that's the case, he's just going to move a bit lower and give Nami a more intense suck, a bit more flesh in between his teeth. ]

[ Startling with a soft laugh of surprise as his head ducks lower to suck at her skin, Nami lets her hands tangle in his hair, her other leg wrapping loosely around him as she tries not to squirm. ]

[ Oh, Trying to not to squirm? Shanks' eyes flicker up when she laughs, and he lets go of Nami's skin to chuckle, himself. Her leg might not be pushing Shanks in place, but he still likes being slightly captured by her.

Again, without a word, he goes lower, his lips on closer to Nami's vagina as, again, he sucks in flesh, hard enough to leave a mark. ]

[ Still trying not to laugh, or (perish the thought) giggle, Nami covers her lips with the fingers of one hand, stifling a soft, but markedly sharp sound as his mouth roves lower.

As he sucks at her skin again, she gasps and lets the leg around him tense a little more. ] Shanks!!

[ His eyes flicker up to the sound of his name, especially when Nami says it like that, and he grins. Once more, he moves down, this time kissing the labia, but only as a tease before he turns and kisses the inside of Nami's thigh. ]

[ Aware that she's blushing, Nami stretches her fingers, trying to hide behind the hand already covering her lip, as his lips ghost over her outer folders, finally making her lose the fight against not squirming to do exactly that. ]

[ Shanks doesn't just grin, this time, he chuckles, a low rumble reverberating from him to Nami's skin, as he does. ]

Shanks! [ She gasps, one hand curling into the blankets beneath her as the vibration of his low laugh stokes the arousal already beginning to pool low in her core. ]

[ He chuckles, again, at just hearing his name from Nami's lips. Then he moves a kiss down to Nami's thigh. Then lower on her thigh. ]

[ When he doesn't linger between her legs, but rather, elects to kiss even lower on her thigh, she finds herself laughing again, her eyebrows raising while she watches him. ]

If this is your way of making sure I'm always gonna let you come over in the middle of the night, it's working real well. [ One eye closes in a quick wink. She was always going to let him come to her room in the middle of the night. ]

[ Shanks looks up from Nami's thigh, then runs his tongue up it, stopping short of her vagina, then licks his lips as he listens to her, intently. His bottom lip rolls under his tongue, raw and red.

A devious grin splits his face as, in response to Nami's words, he turns to lick her thigh, again, then kisses it. ]

[ His tongue makes her squirm as a fresh rush of color rises on her face. ]

Yeah, okay. And the middle of the afternoons, too.

[ Reaching down, she tugs at his hair with a sigh of feigned exasperation that is definitely more fond than it is anything else. ]

How long until you take a break and kiss my mouth again?

[ Shanks' eyes roll up in his sockets when Nami tugs his hair, and there's a sharp, pleased, intake of breath. He has to swallow hard, almost caught off guard enough he answers her.

But then, instead, Shanks grins, and turns to kiss Nami's arm, unable to reach her hand when it's doing something so wonderful to his scalp. That's his answer, especially because he still has a whole calf left, Nami. ]

[ This is so sexy, and yet she still can't stop all those soft giggles that slip out at the silent way he reacts, and the constant, methodical flood of kisses he's so committed to stamping over her skin. ]

Fine. It is very hot when you're bossy, I guess.

[ Another giggle, another tug to his hair before she loosens her hold and chooses to drag her nails along the curve of his scalp and down the nape of his neck instead. ]

[ Oh? Shanks raises an eyebrow to Nami's words, but still doesn't reply. Instead, his grin turns feral and he slips down her body in a swift, feline like, move, giving chase from her nails. If he stays there, Shanks might not move again. Can't have that, not just yet.

His eyes move to meet hers again as he lays another kiss by her knee (a call back to one of their first run-ins in the hotel, when he could, ignorantly, laugh off the idea of kissing a knee could be remotely seductive), then finally reaches a calf. His hand ghosts over her flesh, to grab her foot, in the end, and keep her leg where it is. ]

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