[ There are so many moments where, just for a second, Sanji wonders if he’s dreaming. That Nami showers him with such open, warm affection feels like something that belongs in his wildest dreams, the ones that had felt even more intimate than the few fantasies he’d dreamed up before the first time they fucked. The way she reacts to his return— grinning as he cups her cheeks, shifting closer as they exchange kisses— is another one of those moments. And it just leaves his heart aching with sweetness, unabashed affection clear in the way he gazes back at her, laughing quietly. ]
Guess you really did miss me, huh?
[ Winking at her in a way that can only be called flirty, he drapes an arm over her waist and tugs her close, refusing to not enjoy the closeness. His other hand gingerly smooths back silky strands of tangerine and he stares deeply into her eyes, that softly fond expression plastered to his face. ]
Good thing since I missed you, too. [ And that’s true. As much as he delights in chances to cook for her, there’s never a time where he won’t feel the absences that comes with slipping out of her arms. It’s true and he’s quick to kiss her again, mouth a little greedier, a little more passionate as he kisses her with more force. ] Love you, Nami.
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Guess you really did miss me, huh?
[ Winking at her in a way that can only be called flirty, he drapes an arm over her waist and tugs her close, refusing to not enjoy the closeness. His other hand gingerly smooths back silky strands of tangerine and he stares deeply into her eyes, that softly fond expression plastered to his face. ]
Good thing since I missed you, too. [ And that’s true. As much as he delights in chances to cook for her, there’s never a time where he won’t feel the absences that comes with slipping out of her arms. It’s true and he’s quick to kiss her again, mouth a little greedier, a little more passionate as he kisses her with more force. ] Love you, Nami.