[ Without having spent months trapped in this place, she wouldn't have been so willing – eager, even – to blur and then cross the line between what it means to be crewmates and whatever they'll come to mean to one another here. However, while they're like this, with the weight and warmth of his body sinking deep under her skin until her senses seem to crackle with newfound awareness, she would be hard-pressed to deny how sorely the sense of loneliness without her crew has left her aching.

The sound of her name in his mouth makes her heart race, and the slick warmth of her cunt tighten around his cock in response. Her lips are kiss-swollen and parted gently, eyes dazed and dreamy until the first rocking motion of his hips sends a tense shudder through her body. ] As good as you can– [ Nami echoes, her voice soft with sweet abandon before she's got to pause and stifle a moan against his mouth, her lips tightening around the tip of his tongue, sucking lightly for a moment before she yields up the space she needs to speak. ]

It's so good, you feel so fucking perfect right now, Sanji.

[ Her hands travel as well, too eager and greedy for all of him to trail over the line of his jaw alone, her fingers sinking into his hair instead as Sanji's lips find her neck, his hips snapping forward harder as his momentum builds, taking the hungry heat roiling inside her right along with it. The leg wrapped around him tightens, as urgent and greedy as the way her hips arch up, eager to take as much of his length as she can each time he thrusts into the velvety clutch of her cunt. ] I wanna feel you come, Sanji, want it all deep in my cunt.