[ Some part of Sanji thinks that when Nami dismisses his apology out of hand— when she draws close to him like that, body pressed fully against his own— his immediate reaction shouldn’t be relief and joy mingled together. It is, though, it is and it makes the ensuing kiss all the sweeter, even with the impulse still driving him. His lips work against hers with more hunger, desperate for more of the sweet heat of her mouth against his own, head tilting just a little more to the side to lean into her touch. ]
You sure, Nami? [ It’s a breathless murmur as the need to breathe forces the kiss to shatter, sucking down another breath briefly as he stares into her gorgeous blue eyes. The impulse to kiss her is still there, still demanding more, but he redirects it for the briefest moment. His hand gently catches hers by the wrist and steadies it as he turns his head and brushes a kiss to her palm. ] I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want me to.
[ Even as he says that, his arm is looping around her waist to keep her held tight against his chest. He’ll let go, if she asks him, if that’s what she wants, but some piece of him knows it isn’t, knows she’ll do whatever she can to help him and keep him safe.
His fingers unwrap from around her arm as the urge to kiss her again becomes too much, too demanding to be diverted, and he can’t quite muster up the willpower to resist, lips crashing down against hers eagerly with a soft sigh of her name. This time, though, this time his tongue dips into her mouth, tasting her even as his fingers curl around the hem of her shirt, not wanting to let her go. ]
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You sure, Nami? [ It’s a breathless murmur as the need to breathe forces the kiss to shatter, sucking down another breath briefly as he stares into her gorgeous blue eyes. The impulse to kiss her is still there, still demanding more, but he redirects it for the briefest moment. His hand gently catches hers by the wrist and steadies it as he turns his head and brushes a kiss to her palm. ] I don’t wanna do anything you don’t want me to.
[ Even as he says that, his arm is looping around her waist to keep her held tight against his chest. He’ll let go, if she asks him, if that’s what she wants, but some piece of him knows it isn’t, knows she’ll do whatever she can to help him and keep him safe.
His fingers unwrap from around her arm as the urge to kiss her again becomes too much, too demanding to be diverted, and he can’t quite muster up the willpower to resist, lips crashing down against hers eagerly with a soft sigh of her name. This time, though, this time his tongue dips into her mouth, tasting her even as his fingers curl around the hem of her shirt, not wanting to let her go. ]