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[chiffonades]

@sanji

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[cartographie]

I've been laying here awake in your bed for 37 minutes and counting, arms empty.

[chiffonades]

shit— thought i’d done a better job of sneaking out this morning. apologies, gorgeous, letting you lay in bed cold and alone is a travesty. i’ll hurry and be back soon. in the meantime, maybe this’ll make up for it?

[ Attached is a photo of Sanji in his cute, pink apron, grinning and waving at the camera— without any other scrap of clothing on. ]

[cartographie]

You're gonna be crushed to know I always notice when you get out of bed then, huh?

[ She grins stupidly at the picture and sends him one of her cozy and half tangled in his sheets, hair ruffled. ]

[chiffonades]

here i thought i was doing a passable job at being sneaky. guess i should know better. that mean you always notice when i shift out of your arms to wake you in a way befitting the princess you are?

[ It’s his turn to grin stupidly— and almost miss his timing on the soufflé that’s baking in the oven— before quickly adding. ]

shit, you’re a vision of loveliness just as always. i’m hurrying.

[cartographie]

You should be flattered. I miss you when you're gone.

[ Laughing to herself as the sound of what could be hasty movement from the kitchen reaches her in bed, Nami looks back down at her watch face, her finger skimming over the screen affectionately, before deciding pestering him was her best course of action. ]

How much longer?

[chiffonades]

you think i'm not? you should see the way i'm grinning, gorgeous. bet you'd call me a sap if you could see it.

[ She'll have to wait on that if she wants him back in bed faster. He could take a picture, sure, but that just delays finishing breakfast by a few more precious seconds. ]

mmmm, three minutes, give or take? just need to finish plating everything and then i'll be back where i belong before you know it.

[cartographie]

Quit acting like you haven't noticed me memorizing your smile for months, idiot.

[ She's somehow chiding and sappy at the same time now, and it is definitely all Sanji's fault. ]

Can't wait to see the main course, and the food.

[chiffonades]

shit, nami. keep talking like that and you'll make me fall for you all over again.

[ Of course he's noticed. He'd never call her on it, but he's spent too long memorizing every tiny expression on her face to not see how she's been doing the same. ]

guess that makes you the dessert, which is perfect for you— you're sweet, and irresistible, and i'll never, ever get enough of you. on my way now, love.

[ And true to his word, it only takes another moment before Sanji's sliding back into their room, the biggest grin on his face, a platter with souffles and fruit and a few other breakfast foods occupying his hands. He sets it down near the bed, smiling at her like she's the sun, before discarding the apron and slipping back into bed naked. It's impossibly easy, the way his hand cups her cheek and draws her in for a long, deep kiss, a quiet sigh slipping past his lips after. ] Hey beautiful.

[cartographie]

[ Getting to enjoy him openly still stuns her, although time has tempered that astonishment into affectionate giddiness rather than the hesitance Nami used to feel being on the receiving end of the seemingly endless well of affection Sanji's seemed to always harbor for her. When she was on her own, it would have been impossible to believe that mornings like this could ever become common and cherished. Time has made everything about him beautiful and familiar, and now Nami couldn't imagine being without him and the warmth that keeps them snugly knotted together.

She grins as his hand finds her cheek, and shifts until she's snuggled at least part of the way beneath him while they kiss, eager to feel the weight of his body covering hers. As he draws back, Nami settles her thigh against his hip and meets that greeting with a grin. ]

Hey yourself.