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s a n j i ([personal profile] chiffonades) wrote2024-09-01 11:03 pm

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[personal profile] cartographie 2025-04-07 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all his kisses do to make her want to relax into bed and keep him with her in the sheets until it's time for her birthday, Nami lets him go, her eyebrows wiggling amusedly at the sight of his bare ass. She's committed to going all in, hasn't she? Yet part of Nami is somewhat thankful that Sanji's climbing out of bed to head towards the tray, as it means he's unlikely to notice that she's not quite breathing.

Beside the bottle of champagne sits a white box tied with a length of indigo velvet ribbon. For all the casino's shopping center contains, finding something truly special had taken a trip to the storage rooms of the resort, a darkly lit space full of unique, but forgotten treasures. Considering how old most of that stuff was, Nami didn't think of it as stealing so much as antiquing, though she doubts Sanji's going to care about where the lighter waiting in the box came from. Beneath the lighter is a slip of paper, folded once, 'love you, Nami' written across the inside in the artistic, looping scrawl she reserves for the legends of her maps.

Telling him like this felt safer at the time, once she decided to stop holding back the one thing Nami swears they both must know, but while she watches his back, her cool veneer eroding rapidly, she's beginning to have her doubts about that.
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[personal profile] cartographie 2025-04-27 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ His heart might be racing, but Nami's feels like it's slowed down considerably as she holds her breath and takes in every aspect of how Sanji reacts to that note. This isn't as visceral as the last time Nami put her heart on her sleeve, like she had back outside Coco Village when she asked Luffy for help, but it feels just as soul-bearing. Her stomach, if not her entire body, becomes one large knot while she watches him clutch the lighter in his hand while he reads, the heavy press of concern threatening to break through the fragile wall of her hopes until he turns, and she can see the look on his face.

In the span of a second, this effort in sharing, and all the stress that came with it, seems like a very paltry price to pay. His expression is beautiful. He's never hidden anything from her, and yet the light in his eyes manages to look new. Warmth spreads across her face, and though part of her wants to, Nami ignores the urge to duck her head and hide her face, choosing instead to take those few steps closer and meet him halfway before rising up onto the balls of her feet to make it even easier for Sanji to wrap his arms around her.

She swears she can feel his heart hammering against her chest, although she suspects it could be her own racing away as well, a thunderous patter that picks up a half step as he pulls back to cradle her face in that adoring way of his, before kissing her at last.
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Okay– [ Nami pauses, looking almost sheepish as an uncharacteristically girlish laugh escapes her, and she grins helplessly wide up at his face, tears pricking up at the corners of her eyes. ] Okay, shut up. [ Another giggle, and she shakes her head at herself and leans in to kiss him again, still smiling stupidly against his mouth. ] Happy birthday, Sanji.
Edited 2025-04-27 04:33 (UTC)