[ Sanji makes short work of her shirt before gathering her in his arms to kiss again while snapping the closure on her bra open, a move that has her letting him go long enough to slide the straps off her arms and toss the garment to the floor. He moves so easily, and eagerly she has to laugh, a low adoring sound that's lost between kisses. Amused fondness warms over her chest, making fresh heat rise to her skin, ensuring there's a flushed pink adorning her shoulders, bringing out the freckles dusting her skin as he pulls back to admire his handiwork.
For someone who's never had an issue changing anywhere she has to, how earnestly Sanji takes her in almost makes her want to turn in a rare moment of bashfulness. It's not like she doesn't think it's completely the correct reaction anyone should have to her tits, but how eager he is to let her know in everything he says and does, floors her in the best way possible.
There is a moment where Nami doesn't seem to know what to do with herself, settling for crossing her arms over her chest as she shakes her head in response to all that shameless, giddy staring. She elects to do her best to pretend that she doesn't love it, even as the grin she tries to hide haunts the corners of her mouth, impossible to hide. ] Been waiting for this long?
[ Eight months hasn't changed that much – due to the artificial sunlight in the resort, the deep tan perpetually beneath her shoulders has faded, along with the marks on her arm left behind after the return to Arlong Park, now thin scars and a fully healed tattoo. The straightforward way she moves towards him is new, too, her hands curling in the fabric of his shirt as she advances, pulling him towards her with a smug nod.
Fingers fly down his buttons as her mouth captures his in another kiss, Nami barely allows enough space between their bodies when she pushes his shirt off his shoulders and eases his now loosened pants down his hips, following his haste with the efficiency of a skilled thief.
She doesn't put as much space between them when he's finally undressed, and she has to lean back to look him over, but the way she raises her eyebrows at him afterward speaks volumes for how much Nami's enjoying the sight. Her palms run up his arms and curve over his shoulders, wrapping her arms around him before she draws herself up close. ]
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For someone who's never had an issue changing anywhere she has to, how earnestly Sanji takes her in almost makes her want to turn in a rare moment of bashfulness. It's not like she doesn't think it's completely the correct reaction anyone should have to her tits, but how eager he is to let her know in everything he says and does, floors her in the best way possible.
There is a moment where Nami doesn't seem to know what to do with herself, settling for crossing her arms over her chest as she shakes her head in response to all that shameless, giddy staring. She elects to do her best to pretend that she doesn't love it, even as the grin she tries to hide haunts the corners of her mouth, impossible to hide. ] Been waiting for this long?
[ Eight months hasn't changed that much – due to the artificial sunlight in the resort, the deep tan perpetually beneath her shoulders has faded, along with the marks on her arm left behind after the return to Arlong Park, now thin scars and a fully healed tattoo. The straightforward way she moves towards him is new, too, her hands curling in the fabric of his shirt as she advances, pulling him towards her with a smug nod.
Fingers fly down his buttons as her mouth captures his in another kiss, Nami barely allows enough space between their bodies when she pushes his shirt off his shoulders and eases his now loosened pants down his hips, following his haste with the efficiency of a skilled thief.
She doesn't put as much space between them when he's finally undressed, and she has to lean back to look him over, but the way she raises her eyebrows at him afterward speaks volumes for how much Nami's enjoying the sight. Her palms run up his arms and curve over his shoulders, wrapping her arms around him before she draws herself up close. ]
Table, or bedroom? Table's closer.