[ Despite his rush to greet her with another searing kiss, he has just enough time to notice— and appreciate— exactly what she’s wearing. Robes aren’t exactly something he wears himself, usually opting to change into new clothing directly in the bathroom, but this one suits her unbelievably well. He’s certain she doesn’t wear it like this normally with that tantalizing deep cut of the neckline. She’d look gorgeous in it anyway, but like this... it sends a fresh wave of heady arousal pulsing through him. He groans appreciatively, teeth worrying his bottom lip, and it becomes just one more reason for him to kiss her.
A moment later, and he feels the tension keep his slacks on his hips go slack. It’s an effortless thing to push them down his legs and kick them free, just as it’s equally easy to push her robe off her shoulders to join his clothing in a haphazard pile on the floor. His grin hasn’t faltered since she entered the room and he wraps an arm around her waist as a low chuckles rumbles in his chest. ]
Obviously. I can tell you missed me, too. [ As if it wasn’t clear from the way he kissed her, his hips suggestively rub the half-hard length of his cock along the warm skin of her lower belly. The contrast of her soft breasts with her tight nipples pressing against his chest only helps matters, making him shiver at how much he wants her.
Sanji thought he understood exactly how much he desired her. From the moment he’d first spotted her at the Baratie, there had been something special about her. He hadn’t quite known what it was, yet, but it hadn’t taken long to find out. She was whip smart, yes, and incredibly talented and loyal to those that mattered to her, despite what her actions had suggested, but more than that, she was the kind of person that would sacrifice anything for the people she cared about. That had drawn him to her in ways he could not begin to describe. In those hours before their first night together, it had felt almost cruel, how much he wanted her. No wonder just that once hadn’t been enough. Surely, he couldn’t have needed her anymore than he had that night.
He was wrong. It was one thing to want her before, when their arrangement had been merely physical. Now, though, after their earlier talk? After knowing that they’re committed to more than just really enjoyable sex? It feels like every scrap of his being yearns for her with a desperation he hasn’t felt in years.
It takes only a sparse handful of seconds before he’s kissing her again, harder, more demanding, tongue teasing the seam of her lips before dipping inside and brushing hers with the very tip. His arms hold her as close as he can manage, letting their warmth mingle, and after a long moment, he breaks the kiss with a gentle tug to her lower lip and a quiet sigh. ]
…we should get into the bath before the water gets cold. [ It’s a little cooler than he likes it already, but that’s mostly because Sanji knows his heat tolerance is higher than what most people consider comfortable. Reluctantly, he lets his arms fall away and takes half a step back, still grinning as he slides his hand in hers and tugs. He slips into the warm water first, sighing as it starts to seep into his skin and his muscles, and grins up at her. ] Come and take your seat, Nami.
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A moment later, and he feels the tension keep his slacks on his hips go slack. It’s an effortless thing to push them down his legs and kick them free, just as it’s equally easy to push her robe off her shoulders to join his clothing in a haphazard pile on the floor. His grin hasn’t faltered since she entered the room and he wraps an arm around her waist as a low chuckles rumbles in his chest. ]
Obviously. I can tell you missed me, too. [ As if it wasn’t clear from the way he kissed her, his hips suggestively rub the half-hard length of his cock along the warm skin of her lower belly. The contrast of her soft breasts with her tight nipples pressing against his chest only helps matters, making him shiver at how much he wants her.
Sanji thought he understood exactly how much he desired her. From the moment he’d first spotted her at the Baratie, there had been something special about her. He hadn’t quite known what it was, yet, but it hadn’t taken long to find out. She was whip smart, yes, and incredibly talented and loyal to those that mattered to her, despite what her actions had suggested, but more than that, she was the kind of person that would sacrifice anything for the people she cared about. That had drawn him to her in ways he could not begin to describe. In those hours before their first night together, it had felt almost cruel, how much he wanted her. No wonder just that once hadn’t been enough. Surely, he couldn’t have needed her anymore than he had that night.
He was wrong. It was one thing to want her before, when their arrangement had been merely physical. Now, though, after their earlier talk? After knowing that they’re committed to more than just really enjoyable sex? It feels like every scrap of his being yearns for her with a desperation he hasn’t felt in years.
It takes only a sparse handful of seconds before he’s kissing her again, harder, more demanding, tongue teasing the seam of her lips before dipping inside and brushing hers with the very tip. His arms hold her as close as he can manage, letting their warmth mingle, and after a long moment, he breaks the kiss with a gentle tug to her lower lip and a quiet sigh. ]
…we should get into the bath before the water gets cold. [ It’s a little cooler than he likes it already, but that’s mostly because Sanji knows his heat tolerance is higher than what most people consider comfortable. Reluctantly, he lets his arms fall away and takes half a step back, still grinning as he slides his hand in hers and tugs. He slips into the warm water first, sighing as it starts to seep into his skin and his muscles, and grins up at her. ] Come and take your seat, Nami.