I think they know I’m a cook. [ His shoulders raise in a quick shrug because he doesn’t know why the resort bothered to send him one. Nami’s disbelief means it isn’t commonplace— she’d know, after all, if everyone got one— and is probably something to be wary of, which is a shame because no matter what’s wrong with the fruit, the thought of wasting ingredients like these tears him up inside. All he has to do is remind himself that it’s the House’s fault that the fruit is likely inedible and he feels that familiar twist of anger all over again.
It doesn’t impact the clear adoration in his eyes as he looks at her, her hair longer than he remembers it, a subtle reminder of how differently time has passed for them. In his recollection, they were together on the Going Merry only a few weeks ago, surrounded by friends and crew mates, but she’s been here months without him there to watch her back. Whatever it takes, he’s determined to make sure she’s never alone here again. It’s the least he can do for not being here for her before.
The kiss is unexpected, but not unwanted. Sanji’s bright eyes widen, then slip closed as she leans close and the soft warmth of her lips press firmly against his. It’s another thing that’s different from before, another small reminder of what this place has done, and while it should make him angry, the feeling of her mouth against his is far too sweet for there to be anything other than the fond warmth blossoming in his chest and slow bloom of desire that accompanies it. At some point, the fruit basket drops from his hand to the floor as he reaches up to gently touch calloused fingers to her cheek. ]
Nami. [ The way he says her voice— mouth hovering against hers, arm looped tight around her waist as it easily accepts the invitation she’s proffered and pulls her flush against his chest— is somewhere between a murmur and a sigh. His head tips forward as he kisses her back, a little harder, a little more insistent, mouth working slowly against hers as he savors the feeling. When it breaks a moment later, his teeth rake over her bottom lip, delivering a quick nip before he sucks down a breath.
And then he’s kissing her again, another acceptance of what she’s offered, harder still, tongue tracing the seam of her lips before dipping inside to taste the sweet heat of her mouth. He missed her during those days he feared he was here all alone and now that they’ve already been together once, there’s a growing greediness inside him that just wants more. The hand around her waist slips under the hem of her shirt, fingers splayed over the small of her back, as he holds the kiss for as long as he can, until his lungs demand a breath with such urgency, it can’t be ignored. He breaks it then, forehead pressed against hers as he looks into her eyes, gaze fond and already hungry for more. ] I could get used to doing this.
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It doesn’t impact the clear adoration in his eyes as he looks at her, her hair longer than he remembers it, a subtle reminder of how differently time has passed for them. In his recollection, they were together on the Going Merry only a few weeks ago, surrounded by friends and crew mates, but she’s been here months without him there to watch her back. Whatever it takes, he’s determined to make sure she’s never alone here again. It’s the least he can do for not being here for her before.
The kiss is unexpected, but not unwanted. Sanji’s bright eyes widen, then slip closed as she leans close and the soft warmth of her lips press firmly against his. It’s another thing that’s different from before, another small reminder of what this place has done, and while it should make him angry, the feeling of her mouth against his is far too sweet for there to be anything other than the fond warmth blossoming in his chest and slow bloom of desire that accompanies it. At some point, the fruit basket drops from his hand to the floor as he reaches up to gently touch calloused fingers to her cheek. ]
Nami. [ The way he says her voice— mouth hovering against hers, arm looped tight around her waist as it easily accepts the invitation she’s proffered and pulls her flush against his chest— is somewhere between a murmur and a sigh. His head tips forward as he kisses her back, a little harder, a little more insistent, mouth working slowly against hers as he savors the feeling. When it breaks a moment later, his teeth rake over her bottom lip, delivering a quick nip before he sucks down a breath.
And then he’s kissing her again, another acceptance of what she’s offered, harder still, tongue tracing the seam of her lips before dipping inside to taste the sweet heat of her mouth. He missed her during those days he feared he was here all alone and now that they’ve already been together once, there’s a growing greediness inside him that just wants more. The hand around her waist slips under the hem of her shirt, fingers splayed over the small of her back, as he holds the kiss for as long as he can, until his lungs demand a breath with such urgency, it can’t be ignored. He breaks it then, forehead pressed against hers as he looks into her eyes, gaze fond and already hungry for more. ] I could get used to doing this.