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[ He's gone before Nami gets the chance to point out that using something dumb is the only way anyone on their crew knows how to side-track a person, leaving her smiling fondly at the door with a sense of contentment spreading through her chest and his taste in her mouth. Lingering long enough that it doesn't call attention to both of them being spotted on deck after being missing in action too close to one another, Nami takes the moment of reprieve to change and catch her breath, her thoughts buzzing pleasantly in a whirlwind that should do more to make her worry than it does. Sanji makes it hard to be anything but sure of him. Sure, the same could be said for anyone else on their crew – beloved idiots one and all and thoroughly distracted by naps and their own ridiculousness, or so she's happy to discover while making a quick loop around the ship – Sanji's different. She's certain of him in a way that goes beyond the loyalty of a crewmate. They'll go through this journey as that, but there's more to it now, a new kind of importance that Nami's going to be learning how to wrap her head around for a while now.

Thankfully, the sex is very easy.

Since she's got to go by her cabin to reach the bath, Nami elects to leave Sanji waiting a little longer, swapping out the dress she threw on to check on the guys for the short silky robe she prefers while taking baths on her own, adjusting it to hang open just enough to reveal the valley between her breasts before she darts to the bath, not keen on being caught this close to her goal.

Before she swings open the door, Nami makes a gallant effort to get her expression under control, but it proves to be a wasted effort once she's inside and being met with that big, excited, smile of his. She softens instantly, whatever cool exterior she's managed to slip behind cast aside with the quiet chuckle that escapes her, a subdued show of the delight she feels over having anyone be that happy to see her, let alone someone she adores.

Without being consciously aware of it, Nami's feet pull her forward, meeting him in the middle, all too happy to match his fervor when her mouth captures his again, tugging her robe open the rest of the way before she reaches between their bodies to help him get rid of his belt and open his pants. ]

Missed me? [ He did. She's sure. She missed him too. Nami barely breaks away from that kiss to speak, briefly tipping her chin up to let her nose bump against his before she's kissing him again, pressing herself against his body, her nipples hardening as they brush against his skin. ]

[ 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.

[ Shoulders bowing in a deep roll to aid him in getting the loose robe off her shoulders, it falls away easily, joining the rest of their tangled clothing on the floor as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. Nami curves herself against him, inwardly reveling in all the places they fit, and the needy press of his thickening cock against the soft skin low on her abdomen.

Somehow, Sanji has gotten closer to her than anyone ever has in a shorter time than Nami would have believed was possible, after relying on distance and a firm grip on her poker face for so many years. Now, she's left engrossed, greedy for the affection he radiates, leaving her feeling cherished with every kiss that passes between them, her mouth meeting his as the tip of his tongue connects with hers, teasing, wordlessly urging her on.

Her chest aches by the time he breaks away to speak, but it doesn't matter, and if they weren't on a ship with finite resources, the bath might matter less now too, seeing as he's already right here in her arms where she wants him most, but the thought of relaxing with him like this, of taking their already stolen and deeply sweet time time together, and finding a way to make it even more fulfilling. He surprises her with every show of affection, and in turn, Nami surprises herself with how much more she wants.

That doesn't stop her from attempting a frown as he draws away, reminding her that the water's getting cold before gently tugging at her hand, inadvertently pulling the dreamy smile back to her face as he does.

Lingering at the edge of the bath until he's settled in the water, she moves to join him. ]

My seat, my boyfriend, my chef– [ She starts, tone light as she maneuvers around his limbs, one hand on the edge of the tub, keeping her balanced as she sinks beneath the water, her back settling against his chest, arcing her hips back to press comfortably, but very persistently along the underside of his cock. ] What other jobs are you going to take on for me?

[ Her awareness of him leaves her aching, wet despite the water they're both reclined in, trying to both resist the urge to move against him, and guide his cock between her thighs so she can tease them both properly.

She's the practical one, she should at least try to pretend she isn't about to soak the bathroom floor by sloshing water out of the bath because she can't resist him. Right? ]

Edited 2024-06-18 23:38 (UTC)

[ The warmth from the water starts to relax him almost immediately, but it does nothing to relieve the desire that’s already built-up inside him. While she waits, he stares up at her unabashedly, eyes drinking her in like she’s the only thing of value in the world. She’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen— funny, and clever, and loyal, and and and so many more things besides those— and for a brief moment, he wonders at how this all even transpired. She shouldn’t have ever slept with him, a tiny, cruel voice reminds him, let alone agreed to deepen their relationship. It feels wrong, like he’s trying to touch the sun, but he can’t stop himself either, even though he ought to know better. Whatever she sees in him, whatever qualities she likes, all Sanji can do is be thankful for them.

Those thoughts pass like water through a sieve an instant later. Just looking at her is enough to drive all sense from his mind, but now that he’s settled, she’s slowly joining him, sliding into the space between his legs. White the water itself gently warms his body, it doesn’t hold a candle to what having her close does to him. His arms wrap instinctively around her waist, refusing to let any space exist between his chest and her back, and he has to bite his lower lip to suppress a groan when she rubs back against the length of his cock. ]

I can think of a few. [ He laughs softly, neck bending to dot kisses along her shoulder and neck, each soft and sweet, as his hips roll forwards gently, grinding back against her. He probably shouldn’t do that, given how high the water has risen, but Sanji’s never been good at restraining himself. ] How about your knight? I can help keep you safe.

[ It’s cheesy, but the life of a pirate is filled with danger and he wants to keep her as safe as he possibly can. The thought of something happening to her makes his heart clench in the worst way… and he doesn’t really want to think about whether that’s really a good thing or not, considering how often danger is sure to come their way.

Luckily, having her in his arms makes it easy to focus on the here and the now, as does the fierce ache of his cock. He smiles against her skin and brushes his fingers up her torso, along her belly and between her breasts, eventually pressing his palm flat against her cheek. It’s easy, turning her head just enough so that his gaze and hers can meet and from there, it only takes a brief moment before his lips are on hers in a passionate kiss. Sanji’s thighs squeeze tight, keeping her right there between them, as his hand drops down and palms a soft breast beneath the waterline, fingers gently massaging and kneading.

After a long moment, he sighs happily and breaks the kiss to peer deeply into her eyes. ] I would take the job of your blanket too and keep you warm at night, but I think I’ll have to settle at just being your lover instead.

[ Lover. It's such a strong word, powerful in its softness, passionate and momentous, and more than Nami could have thought possible for herself. For the person who decided that the best way to love the people she cared about was to make them hate her, lover isn't a word that ever fit anywhere before, until Sanji. Sanji and his soft blue eyes, and his seemingly fathomless devotion to her that Nami still isn't sure she can understand the reasoning behind, but even without fully understanding what it is he saw in her that made him keep looking. It's not that she doesn't think she's terrific, but with Sanji it feels like so much more.

Even the desire – the aching want he stirs up as he presses flush to her back and lets his hands and his mouth rove over her skin – it's about how badly he wants to fuck her, but it's not just about that, and they both know it. ]

Considering all the things I've heard about what's waiting out on the Grand Line, you better be my knight. [ And she'd be his, after a fashion. Nami will never throw herself into danger if she absolutely doesn't have to or feel it necessary – not when she's got three powerful crewmates to stand behind while holding Usopp and yelling in objection, but she's learning she can keep him safe in other ways. She'll fight for him in the physical sense if it comes to that, and it stands to reason with the perils waiting for them ahead Nami is likely to get that chance, but more than that, she's realizing she would do anything to keep his heart safe as well.

His arms are strong and familiar, their skin warmed through from the water and each other while the firm press of his cock keeps her cunt aching in awareness, her body far too familiar with the feeling of being filled by him so completely to do anything but want more of that and of him. Sanji's cock grinds against her ass and Nami hums low in approval, shoulders rolling back as she cozies up against him snugly, her backside wiggling comfortably in time with the rest of her as she settles.

Nami goes still as Sanji's fingers find her cheek, playfulness replaced by a desire that lights up her eyes when she turns her head, meeting his gaze and instantly forgetting herself as her lips curve into an endlessly, hopelessly, adoring smile that gets pressed against his lips when Sanji leans in to kiss her. ] Be anything you want to me. [ The words come in a low sweet mumble against his mouth, her back arching slightly against his hand as it palms over her breast, making her nipple pebble to hardness and the throbbing ache roiling deep in her cunt flare with need. Nami turns herself a little further, enough to run her hand along the strong slope where his neck meets his shoulder, her tongue licking into his mouth, kissing him hard before she pulls away, adding– ] Be everything.

[ There’s no denying the danger the Grand Line holds. Their Captain might think it all a grand adventure, but it’s not as simple as that and they both know it. And while a part of Sanji almost relishes the challenge— after all, how else are they going to achieve their dreams?— the part of him that holds her dear hates the idea of putting her in danger to begin with. It’s irrational. He knows that. This is a choice that they, both individually and as a group, have made. To him, though, her safety and happiness is paramount above all else. That feeling has only grown stronger now, as they bask in this moment of soft, warm feelings and made a commitment that has only strengthened his resolve to protect her no matter the cost. ]

Then I will. For as long as you want me to. [ It’s something he whispers as he brushes his lips to her temple, sighing blissfully as they relax together. She can’t see the way his face lights up with unbridled joy when she affirms his desire to protect her as something she welcomes, but it does.

That affection that blooms in his chest, churning as part of a heady mix of feelings that she always manages to effortlessly create inside him, only serves to stir his desire for her more. The press of her soft ass against the rigidness of his cock helps, too, of course, but even without that, he would be ravenous to touch and kiss and fuck her. The way she smiles at him— full of endless fondness— only makes it all that much more intense as they kiss. He doesn’t bother to suppress the groan as her tongue dips into his mouth and her lips press a second, harder kiss to his. When the kiss breaks, he feels vaguely breathless, teeth nibbling her lower lip, fingers gently pinching a tight nipple and giving it an urgent tug. ]

You too, Nami. [ He can’t bring himself to create any distance between them, not now, and he murmurs the words against her mouth, voice soft and fond, fingers gently stroking her cheek. ] Be anything and everything you want to me. I’ll take it all eagerly.

[ There can be no doubt that he speaks the truth— because he can’t bring himself to lie to her about anything, let alone this— and the slight roll of his hips, grinding his cock suggestively against her, is just another piece of proof. The moment the words are done, his lips meet hers in another hard, hungry kiss, mouth working with an almost desperate fervor to consume her own. His hand falls away from her cheek and slips beneath the water, fingers curling around her thigh. It slides slowly higher and higher, tips gliding along the inside of her thigh, until they find her cunt, hot and slick and eager for his touch. He doesn’t hesitate to give it to her, pads pressing flat against her folds, stroking gently as the water forces the motions to stay slow and languid.

Sanji doesn’t mind, though, not when she makes him feel so good without even trying. He breaks the kiss with a quiet sigh and a tender smile, lips hovering against hers as he stares deep into her eyes. ] I won’t ever get enough of you.

Edited 2024-06-24 13:45 (UTC)

[ 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. ]

We need to try not to flood the bathroom.

[ What he wants to say is that, of course, he’s never going to leave her alone. Sanji might normally not be greedy like she is, but when it comes to her, he is. Her affection in all its forms is like the headiest wine to a thirsty man, and the only source there is, and he wants to glut himself on it and shower his own down on her in turn. Curled up in the bathtub as they are, there’s a large part of him that’s simply happy to be here, that feels like this is fundamentally right and it’s right where they belong. He wouldn’t even need the sex, honestly. Just being intimate with her in that manner alone would easily be enough.

Of course, if he were to express all of that, it would also be impossibly soul-bearing for him. Not because he’s ashamed of heaping praise and adoration on her— he’s done that in spades since the moment they first met— but because there are questions that could follow, questions about why he’s so eager for even a drop of her affection. And the deeper they push into that territory, the more he’ll have to tell her about his life before the Baratie, before the Orbit. Those memories are beyond unpleasant and he wants to leave them exactly where they belong: buried in the past.

So he lets it slide, just like she does, smiling sweetly against her mouth as she bends her knees and gives him more access. With that, he’s able to grind the full length of his fingers against her folds and not just the tips, slowly rubbing and teasing as he groans quietly into her greedy kiss, lips aching pleasantly from the force of it. He pants softly when it breaks, eyes half-lidded as his desire for her builds, like it always does, a slow simmer starting to approach a boil as he rubs his cock against her ass with slow, purposeful flexes of his hips. He tries to time them with the strokes of his fingers, hips rising when his fingers slide down, hips lowering when his fingers grind upwards, keeping her trapped right there while a finger and thumb on his other hand pluck and roll a stiff, tight nipple between them. He smiles at her warning, mouth pressing another heated kiss against hers after she’s finished speaking, devouring it like he wants to devour the rest of her. ]

I know. [ It’s a husky murmur against her lips as his fingertips find her clit, swollen and begging for his touch, and gently rubs it in slow circles for a brief moment. His teeth nip her bottom lip and give it a tug and then he’s sliding a pair of fingers inside her, as deep as they’ll go, with a slow, lazy thrust. His smile is equal parts genuine and wicked as he presses his forehead against her and just gazes into her eyes. ] I’ll fuck you slowly, Nami. And if we want to go faster… we can always change to taking a shower instead.

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