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chiffonades) wrote2024-09-01 11:03 pm
chiffonades) wrote2024-09-01 11:03 pminbox for golden peacock
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chiffonades) wrote2024-09-01 11:03 pm
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Hey you....you...can't just pick me up anytime you want! I don't even know you that well!
( she had a million other words she could use but eventually she relented and simmered in silence, face as pink as the heart shaped tub in her bathroom. there were so many thoughts running in her mind over the situation and for once she wished she were more like red— too tall and too muscular to be swept up so easily.
eventually though when he finally did set her down on the chair by the dining room counter, she looked up at him with a very adorable but annoyed expression. )
Really funny, amusing even. Now get to cooking before I kick you out!
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You really do look so damn pretty when you blush like that.
[ It's said with a quick wink, but the compliment is genuine as he sets her down on the floor, trying to ignore the way his heart gives a quick flutter at how cute she looks. Chuckling some more, he's already rolling up his sleeves before she threatens him, prepared to make her the finest meal he can. ]
Yes, ma'am. One meal so delicious, you're gonna end up in my lap before you know what's happening coming right up. [ Grinning at her over his shoulder, he round the corner and opens up the refrigerator, pulling out the salmon, steak, and vegetables she bought for that night's dinner. ] You don't mind if I make use of some of the other stuff you got, yeah? Wanna have a full range of options so I can make you the tastiest dish possible.
[ Not quite waiting for her answer— there's other prep to do— he busies himself grabbing a few plates and racks, already making a checklist of everything he needs to do to get dinner made. ]
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( that blush he managed to draw out from her originally seemed to insistently cling onto her face, driving reira to simply keep her gaze away from sanji as he went about finding his own way through her kitchen and through all of her ingredients. even in a resort like this, where the expectations of being perfect for the sake of maintaining her image as a celebrity, her kitchen was full of nothing but fresh fruits and vegetables, bottles of wine, and a few lean meats here and there but truly it spoke about what kind of person she was. scattered but clearly deep into maintaining herself.
regardless of whatever thoughts he might have had about her in that moment, reira remained mostly quiet with a glass of wine in her hand during the entire time he was cooking. whatever flirtatious banter he filled her ears with, was subtly drowned out by her hiding her face behind that glass, a barrier to still separate them. no she wouldn't allow him to crawl further into her good side if she could help it— she had already been too vulnerable with him before and this was the last shred of control she had.
at least that was what she told herself, yet as the scent of his cooking began to waft and drift to her, she began to become nervous. his movements, passion, and dedication for his craft began to shine through and it was starting to be noticed by her. it was becoming clear that their silly little bet would truly end with her in his lap, singing and filling his ears with every bit of talent she had. the tides were truly starting to look to be in his favor that she began to drink more and more, nearly getting to the halfway point in her bottle.
before long, it had become clear she had lost the bet. )
No touching Sanji, you just sit back and relax....let me use your body as my stage.
( by now the food had been eaten, few playful words had been exchanged, and reira was left endlessly flustered by the fact that she had been so confident and yet so wrong. it wasn't like she found it difficult to admit she was wrong or that she had never been teased before— her uselessness when it came to real life affairs beyond her little bubble had often been called out on. no, this was different. there was something in the air, a deep tension between the two that seemed to only escalate the more time they spent together and avoided the very thing that brought them to this resort in the first place.
so now, with the clutter of dishes in the sink and her head light from the alcohol, she sat on his lap on the very same chair she had been seated in, waiting for him to impress her. now truly impressed, she hitched up the ends of her dress as she straddled him, playing a dangerous game for a woman who seemed insistent on keeping things professional— but did she really want that? )
I know just the song for a man like you....a very fun and sensual song.
( as she stretched and craned her neck in preparation for her performance, her left hand gently reached out to touch his chest, fingers spreading and using him for support. there was no reason to touch him like this, to let her dress hitch up and her lower half to press so tightly against him, seated on a very questionable spot— yet before he could protest or do anything about it, she began to sing. )
'Diamond life, lover boy....
No place for beginners or sensitive hearts....~♫'
( and as her voice stretched and swelled up the room with her loud and demanding vocals, she began to slightly grind herself against him, hips rolling back and forth, matching the rhythm of her song. though she wasn't quite focused on an exact goal here, it seemed that just as he drove her mad with his delicious food, she wanted to drive him mad with her singing and movements. he wasn't allowed to touch but as the tensions rose and escalated further, her movements far more sexual now....it was clear things were heading in a new direction. )