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[ The parting kiss is happily and easily returned, her eyes not leaving his form as he retreats back into the closet. There's even a moment after he's disappeared from that her gaze lingers there as she's struck once again with the thought of much she cares for this man and how quickly it had happened.

There's no doubt in her mind that he's deserving of all the affection and attention in the world after what little he's told her about his life at home and just simply who he is as a person. The doubt she has all stems from her.

By the time he returns one of the boots she had been wearing is tugged off and she's working on the laces of the other, her freed toes wiggling in mild relief. Traces of doubt, if there are any that are visible, disappear as he returns replaced with a bright smile and an outstretched hand to beckon him closer. ]

Why are you apologizing silly? It's perfect because it's yours - suited for a suit or not. Thank you for getting it for me. [ When he's close enough she'll pull him slightly towards her by the wrist to press another kiss to his lips, tone lighting up with a teasing lilt. ] I'd offer you one of my t-shirts next time but I think they might be a little tight on you.

[ Seeing that smile on her face never fails to make his heart beat a little faster in his chest, warmth pooling deep within it. It's moments like those that make him feel as though he's drunk on her, as though she's the sweetest thing in this whole wretched resort.

Laughing, he lets himself be drawn into that kiss, not bothering to stop the pleased sigh slips past his lips or to keep himself from kissing her back, nipping at her lips gingerly when it ends. ] You're welcome, gorgeous. Just didn't want you wearing something that made you uncomfortable, you know? [ Even if seeing her in this shirt is going to do things to his brain that might make sleep impossible. ] Just a bit, yeah. Though maybe you'd like that, yeah? Me in nothing but a too-tight T-Shirt.

[ He winks at her playfully, hands dipping down to where she's unlacing her other boot to gently take over, wanting to undress her himself. It doesn't take long, because she's already made a good start, and when it's done, his hands begin to urge it off– although, it doesn't get very far before he leans down, brushing a kiss to her knee before sliding it all the way off her leg. ]

Not that you need that to get me naked. I'll gladly give you as much of that as you want.

[ Each and every kiss he gives her is returned with just as much tenderness and enthusiasm, her heart fluttering in her chest. ]

If I'm uncomfortable I know you'll be here to make me comfortable. You wouldn't have it any other way. But you're right. I wouldn't hate the thought of you in a little cropped shirt.

[ Her own teeth graze his bottom lip, a little playful nip tinged with a dash of want accompanying it. It's nearly impossible to let him go as he begins to lower himself to the floor like some knight might very well do, as his fingers begin to unlace her remaining boot. Leaning back on her hands some, she can't help but admire the view, eyes lingering and softening as he presses a kisses to her knee.

When her foot is free she leans forward tilting his chin up towards her with her finger with a smile. ]

Well if that's the case...we can start with your shirt. Just because I'm sleeping in one of yours doesn't mean you should sleep in something uncomfortable. Then you can help me change into yours.

[ Sometimes, Sanji wonders if Hilda has any idea of just what she does to him, of how even one kiss really is enough to make him want to melt into a puddle of love and adoration ]

You know me too damn well, lovely. I’d do anything to make sure you were comfortable. Anything. [ As if to prove the truth of his words, he dusts little, sweet kisses to her face— her forehead, her nose, her cheekbones, her cheek, the corners of her mouth— hands gently squeezing hers. ] Get me one you think I’d look good in and I’ll wear it just for you.

[ It’s said with a laugh and wink, but his sincerity is crystal clear in his voice as he proceeds to unlace her boot, matching her every soft look and grinning up at her like the fool he is. ]

If that’s what my princess wants, who’m I to refuse her royal gorgeousness? [ Once the boot is free, he rises slowly, hands catching her face as he greedily steals a kiss from her mouth, eventually twisting to the side so he’s sitting next to her and letting his jacket slip off his shoulders.

Flashing a wink at her, he leans back slightly, displaying the neat tie wrapped around his neck and crisply white button-up shirt as he takes her hand in his and kisses her knuckles. ] You wanna do the honors or should I give you a show of taking my shirt off?

[ It's likely she doesn't. It's funny. When the connection is fun and light and doesn't really matter Hilda may as well be all knowing. A mastermind of flirtation and teasing because it's just meant to be fun and games. But when feelings become deeper, become more serious she may as well be as clueless as the rest of them. Thinking too deeply into that sort of thing is a sure fire way for her to lose her nerve - so it's best, based on experience - not to do that at all.

And thinking too much is only going to serve as a distraction from this. From the sweet kisses he peppers her with, from the warmth of his hands holding hers. ]

"Her royal gorgeousness", huh?

[ Fondness drips from her words as she kisses him right back. As soon as he's seated though her hips bracket his as she rolls atop him, her free hand already loosening his tie. ]

Can I? You did so well helping me with my boots. I feel like it's only fair. [ Her eyes gleam. ] And then maybe you can give me a show taking your pants off.

[ She's not the only one unprepared for dealing with the consequences when feelings grow deeper, become more substantial. As much as Sanji likes to think of himself as a romantic— and he certainly is one, a romantic down to his bones— his actual experience with it is vanishingly small. What room for romance could there ever have been for a boy who grew up sequestered in the bowls of a floating restaurant, whose days and nights were spent in service of repaying a priceless doubt, whose only exposure to romance were couples on lunch and dinner dates?

Life's different here. There's room for more, space for him to grow, a place for his heart to expand. There are many ills when it comes to the Peacock— he'll never forget them— but he's slowly learning how to deal with the reality of what really lies in his heart.

Not tonight, though.

Tonight, she's making him chuckle and flooding his face with that pleasantly warm flush. Sanji grins at her, lopsided and earnest, and nods. ]

Pretty apt way to describe you, yeah? One of the prettiest women in this whole awful place and my princess.

[ His arm loops tightly— nearly possessively so— around her waist, fingers gently drumming against the lush curve of her side, as he laughs softly, a hint of huskiness coming through. ]

You can do anything you like, Hilda. I'm yours to do with as you like. [ Winking at her, his mouth brushes another quick kiss to her lips, before he leans back, body angled to give her the best access to the buttons. ] I'll do my best to impress and thrill. Wouldn't wanna get a bad review from you.

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