[ By nature Nami is more of a taker than a giver aside from the times it really matters, like what she tried to do for her village, like this. There was no giving him an inch and letting him walk off with a mile instead, Sanji was here for anything Nami chose to give him, and she's found herself handing over more of herself than she bets either of them expected.
The worst (best) part of it is how right it feels being half cuddled, half earnestly pressed together in the warm bathtub with him, like it wouldn't be the most unbelievable thing for her to want to be everything and anything right back at him., to try to give him more than he can handle despite knowing how impossible it would be to try. She knows he'd take all of her, any day, every day, if their lives were the sort that allowed for the long periods of undisturbed sweetness she's certain they'd fall into. ]
You're never going to leave me alone, are you? [ It's a playful, off-handed comment, right up until Nami lets herself notice that it's impossibly soul-bearing too and that his fingers find her cunt, distracting them both, is a blessing on as many levels as that question was raw and real. In lieu of spreading her thighs like she wants to, Nami bends her knees, bringing her legs up high enough to allow his hand more freedom to move. Her mouth is hot against his, not wanting to pull back until her lungs ache for air, and when she pulls away, it's with a soft gasp, trying not to squirm against his touch as both of Sanji's hands work diligently to drive her out of her mind, leaving her arched, hips rocking slowly against his fingers before arching back against his cock. Murmuring his name before his kiss cuts her off, Nami chuckles quietly against his mouth, reaching around to card her damp fingers through his hair, heat needling through her urging her to lift herself and press against him more insistently. ]
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The worst (best) part of it is how right it feels being half cuddled, half earnestly pressed together in the warm bathtub with him, like it wouldn't be the most unbelievable thing for her to want to be everything and anything right back at him., to try to give him more than he can handle despite knowing how impossible it would be to try. She knows he'd take all of her, any day, every day, if their lives were the sort that allowed for the long periods of undisturbed sweetness she's certain they'd fall into. ]
You're never going to leave me alone, are you? [ It's a playful, off-handed comment, right up until Nami lets herself notice that it's impossibly soul-bearing too and that his fingers find her cunt, distracting them both, is a blessing on as many levels as that question was raw and real. In lieu of spreading her thighs like she wants to, Nami bends her knees, bringing her legs up high enough to allow his hand more freedom to move. Her mouth is hot against his, not wanting to pull back until her lungs ache for air, and when she pulls away, it's with a soft gasp, trying not to squirm against his touch as both of Sanji's hands work diligently to drive her out of her mind, leaving her arched, hips rocking slowly against his fingers before arching back against his cock. Murmuring his name before his kiss cuts her off, Nami chuckles quietly against his mouth, reaching around to card her damp fingers through his hair, heat needling through her urging her to lift herself and press against him more insistently. ]
We need to try not to flood the bathroom.