[ The smirk is almost audible in her voice as she assures him that she knows he wants her. And as true as that is, it’s different now. It isn’t just the raw physical attraction that drew his eye back on the Baratie and onwards. In seeking for her, for the only piece of his crew, of his home, left to him here, he’s only learned to cherish her all the more. ]
Nah, it wouldn’t. But you don’t need to tell me that. I already know you can. [ Better than any of the rest of them could ever take care of themselves, and by a large margin. He leans back in, then, unable and unwilling to resist the urge for another soft, sweet kiss that lingers and leaves his lungs aching for breath and his lips warm from the contact. ] Just wanna take care of you, too.
[ What goes unsaid is the fact that she shouldn’t have to take care of herself, not anymore. It’s there in the softness of his gaze, though, as he grins at her, lips hovering less than an inch from hers. ] Deal. [ As soon as he says it, his hands are pulling the shirt off of her, lifting it until he tosses it to the side, unforgotten as his mouth presses against hers in a kiss that’s still soft, still warm, but hints at that building want inside him, lips working eagerly against hers.
In the midst of that kiss, his hands are busy still. Strong arms loop around her for a quick moment as they find the clasp to her bra and deftly unfasten it in an instant. He breaks the kiss for a moment to suck down a breath, teeth grazing over her bottom lip as he pulls back, and pushes her skirt and underwear down her hips and thighs in a smooth motion.
It only takes him a heartbeat to take a step back, bright eyes taking her in, all of her, drinking in every detail of her— the soft curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the inviting swell of her breasts— and shudders, teeth biting his lip. ] Fuck. [ Sanji chuckles, breathless and husky, as his gaze darkens and sweeps over her again. ] Fuck, Nami, you’re perfect. [ His arm is around her waist the next second, pulling her close again, mouth hot and eager against hers as he murmurs encouragement. ] Your turn.
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Nah, it wouldn’t. But you don’t need to tell me that. I already know you can. [ Better than any of the rest of them could ever take care of themselves, and by a large margin. He leans back in, then, unable and unwilling to resist the urge for another soft, sweet kiss that lingers and leaves his lungs aching for breath and his lips warm from the contact. ] Just wanna take care of you, too.
[ What goes unsaid is the fact that she shouldn’t have to take care of herself, not anymore. It’s there in the softness of his gaze, though, as he grins at her, lips hovering less than an inch from hers. ] Deal. [ As soon as he says it, his hands are pulling the shirt off of her, lifting it until he tosses it to the side, unforgotten as his mouth presses against hers in a kiss that’s still soft, still warm, but hints at that building want inside him, lips working eagerly against hers.
In the midst of that kiss, his hands are busy still. Strong arms loop around her for a quick moment as they find the clasp to her bra and deftly unfasten it in an instant. He breaks the kiss for a moment to suck down a breath, teeth grazing over her bottom lip as he pulls back, and pushes her skirt and underwear down her hips and thighs in a smooth motion.
It only takes him a heartbeat to take a step back, bright eyes taking her in, all of her, drinking in every detail of her— the soft curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, the inviting swell of her breasts— and shudders, teeth biting his lip. ] Fuck. [ Sanji chuckles, breathless and husky, as his gaze darkens and sweeps over her again. ] Fuck, Nami, you’re perfect. [ His arm is around her waist the next second, pulling her close again, mouth hot and eager against hers as he murmurs encouragement. ] Your turn.