I think I’ll find some way to make it up to you, yeah? [ There’s more laughter as he says it, a light chuckle, head tilted to the side slightly as he looks at her, still grinning like they aren’t trapped in a sex-obsessed resort together. After a few days of being trapped here, this is the closest he’s felt to being totally at ease since his arrival, nearly all the tension gone from his shoulders and neck. ]
Since that’s what you want, Nami, I— [ The hunger hasn’t disappeared, still rumbling away in his stomach, but he’s fully prepared to cook for her first. That’s what he’s prepared to do, but then it feels like something twists, a ripple of something along his nerves and his bones. One second, he’s talking, ready to move to the refrigerator and look through what she has on hand, and the next, all he can do is stare at her lips— soft and warm and thoroughly inviting— as the impulse forms in his head.
He should kiss her, right? It’s a sudden urge, but it burns like fire in his mind and he just can’t stop himself.
Before he has a chance to think, his glass is back on the bar cart as he steps around it, both hands catching her face by the cheeks and he kisses her, mouth moving greedily against hers, as hungry as the pangs inside him. It’s such a sweet feeling, her lips soft against his, but the kiss only lasts a moment before he breaks it, gasping. ]
Shit— sorry, Nami— I think it’s the damn— [ But the impulse isn’t done with him because the second he’s finished taking a break, he’s kissing her again, harder as want blooms inside him. ]
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Since that’s what you want, Nami, I— [ The hunger hasn’t disappeared, still rumbling away in his stomach, but he’s fully prepared to cook for her first. That’s what he’s prepared to do, but then it feels like something twists, a ripple of something along his nerves and his bones. One second, he’s talking, ready to move to the refrigerator and look through what she has on hand, and the next, all he can do is stare at her lips— soft and warm and thoroughly inviting— as the impulse forms in his head.
He should kiss her, right? It’s a sudden urge, but it burns like fire in his mind and he just can’t stop himself.
Before he has a chance to think, his glass is back on the bar cart as he steps around it, both hands catching her face by the cheeks and he kisses her, mouth moving greedily against hers, as hungry as the pangs inside him. It’s such a sweet feeling, her lips soft against his, but the kiss only lasts a moment before he breaks it, gasping. ]
Shit— sorry, Nami— I think it’s the damn— [ But the impulse isn’t done with him because the second he’s finished taking a break, he’s kissing her again, harder as want blooms inside him. ]