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[ 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. ]

[ It just takes a glance for Nami to decide that the grin on Shanks' face might be among the sexiest looks she's ever been on the receiving end of. Even though they've been at this for some time, a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine anyway, making her blush and bring a hand up to her face to try and mask some of the color that's risen there. ]

You can just say you're into knees, you know.

[ Nami's words, at least, get a chuckle from Shanks, the rumble close to Nami's skin. But his response to that is to go lower, and kiss the side of a calf, then down her leg all the way to Nami's ankle. He kisses the bone at the side, then moves to her other foot. His hand moves to grab the other ankle, and he kisses the top of her foot, and starts to move up her shin bone. ]

[ As his lips brush her ankle, she yelps softly in surprise, both hands moving to cover her face as she dissolves into laughter again, blushing furiously as she peeks between her fingers after he finishes traveling down one leg and starts to move up the other. ]

This is ridiculous!

[ Shanks looks up, lips raw and red, and parts his mouth as though he almost responds to that, but then he just laughs. He buries his head against Nami's thigh and laughs. ]

[ Wrapping her now free leg around him, Nami shivers as he laughs against her skin and shakes her head at him. ]

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