[ Early morning, Sanji’s birthday. And it has to be very early if she expects to beat the cook at his own game. Opting for the outdoor kitchen by the pool, where she stands less of a chance of being discovered while at work, Nami gets breakfast ready. Over the course of an hour, in the artificial but still scant light of early morning, she ends up with a tray piled high with every kind of breakfast food she can remember him liking. Muffins, egg dishes, at least three varieties of pancake, a pot of tea, a carafe of coffee and her best attempt at an elegant cut fruit salad all accompany a cold bottle of champagne and two empty glasses.
Hesitation is not an option, even though she may have underestimated the tray’s weight when first trying to lift it off the kitchen counter. Nami’s thankful for the years she’s spent relying on being,at least, somewhat nimble to get her through her once familiar, now greatly expanded suite.
Nothing is perfect, and there is a slight clatter once she’s back in her private string of rooms, setting the tray down on a small table just off the balcony overlooking the fake ocean, but she makes it back to bed (hopefully) undetected. Once she’s comfortably stretched out beside him, Nami wastes no time sliding between the covers until she’s flush against his side with both arms wrapped around him and her face buried in the crook of his neck.
How many times has he good morning princessed her by now? Nami isn’t the outwardly giving type, but she’s learning to let herself go enough to put her heart on the sleeve for him enough to want to turn the tables and be the one spoiling him for a change. For as generous with his heart as Sanji is, Nami’s beginning to realize he’s somehow managed to almost never be on the receiving end of the soft, sweet kindness he constantly offers her with both hands.
The thought pulls a soft hum from her as her lips purse enough to press kisses against the column of his throat, waiting patiently for him to stir before speaking. ]
pretend this is dated march 2nd 🎂🧡💛
Hesitation is not an option, even though she may have underestimated the tray’s weight when first trying to lift it off the kitchen counter. Nami’s thankful for the years she’s spent relying on being,at least, somewhat nimble to get her through her once familiar, now greatly expanded suite.
Nothing is perfect, and there is a slight clatter once she’s back in her private string of rooms, setting the tray down on a small table just off the balcony overlooking the fake ocean, but she makes it back to bed (hopefully) undetected. Once she’s comfortably stretched out beside him, Nami wastes no time sliding between the covers until she’s flush against his side with both arms wrapped around him and her face buried in the crook of his neck.
How many times has he good morning princessed her by now? Nami isn’t the outwardly giving type, but she’s learning to let herself go enough to put her heart on the sleeve for him enough to want to turn the tables and be the one spoiling him for a change. For as generous with his heart as Sanji is, Nami’s beginning to realize he’s somehow managed to almost never be on the receiving end of the soft, sweet kindness he constantly offers her with both hands.
The thought pulls a soft hum from her as her lips purse enough to press kisses against the column of his throat, waiting patiently for him to stir before speaking. ]
Happy birthday, gorgeous.