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Did they put you somewhere yet?

Sanji, it's Weiss.

This is a very important question. I do not want any questions from you in response.

[ This will lead into sexting I stg ]

[The background is a probably distantly familiar level 3/4 room, and Luffy is off center in a big way, curls and bushy eyebrows the only part of him reliably in frame.] SANJI! Hi! I'm hungry! [Someone showed him how to actually work the watch he's been walking around with, and there was one thing he absolutely needed to do first!] And I miss you! [His priorities.......] Where are you?

You wouldn't happen to know anything about my rank going up to a 7 would you?

Hello, hello~

[When he picks up the call, a familiar voice is on the other line. Low. Husky from years of smoking. Seductive.]

Have I reached Sanji, the handsome part-time bartender of the Red Cardinal?

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We were both born ready. [ Laughter tinges his voice as he welcomes the first of the two wonderful women he's spending the day with into his suite, nerves buzzing with anticipation as her lips brush against his and their fingers twine together.

The adjoining door swings open before he has the chance to reassure her that Nami's going to love everything they have planned for her. Sanji knows her well enough to be beyond certain of that fact– she adores it whenever he dotes on her and that's enough to reinforce what a good idea this is– and although he doesn't say anything, he gives Hilda's hand a quick squeeze back, the pad of his thumb brushing over a knuckle.

His eyes, though, are completely focused on Nami as she crosses the span between them. The sight of her makes his breath catch in his throat and that warm, too fond grin spread easily across his face. None of them are fully dressed yet, but all the same, she's stunning.

They both are, Sanji thinks, as he watches her kiss Hilda’s cheek. No wonder his heart is full of warmth and adoration, gaze fond as Nami asks a sensible question. As always, she's practical and it's a trait he appreciates. ]

First things first. We gotta get each other ready for our date, yeah? [ Glancing down at the things she's brought with her, he grins when he sees she brought a small pouch that looks just big enough for the toy and lingerie. Reaching out, he cups her cheek with his hand before leaning in to gently press a soft kiss to her mouth.

As he's doing it, his hand untangles with Hilda's and guides it to the belt loosely holding her robe shut. Breaking the kiss with a quiet sigh, he takes hold of the other end of her belt and give it a tug gentle enough to partially undo the knot holding it closed. ]

Figure we'll help you get ready first. Put that toy inside you, help you dress, that kinda thing. And then– [ Grinning, his fingers slide down her face in a gentle caress as they reach for the nearby buttplug and hold it up for Nami to see. ] You can help Hilda and I get ready too. We both got toys of our own and you need to put them in us.

I'm gonna take that remote away from you if you don't stop trying to make me come while I'm buying paper.

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[ He's already working on a cocktail for Shanks, having pulled open the fridge to find a bottle of suspiciously fresh lime juice. And there's sugar in with the dry goods so– ]

My cocktail making isn't as good as my cooking, but I'll try not to disappoint. [ Said with a playful wink as he mixes all three ingredients together in just the right proportions and hands the glass to Shanks. ]

Bottoms up. [ There's laughter as he says it, reaching for his almost empty glass of wine. ] To getting out of these shitty pods sooner or later?

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[ It's strange. It's not like Sanji really has that much experience as a pirate– or even knows what kind of Captain Shanks is while out at sea– but as he hears him talk about being saved, he can almost picture what kind of life he must have lived aboard that ship.

It's easy to picture, maybe because there were plenty of days he'd daydreamed of being found by pirates or marines or anyone who'd take him away from Germa. ]

Yeah. I can imagine they were. [ He'd had a good experience finding a father figure in an ex-Pirate Captain himself, after all. ] Must've made for a interesting life, growing up. Can't imagine many pirates'd do that, but that's gotta be how you know the good ones from the bad, you know?

[ He's certain Luffy would do it, although really, the real work come down to the rest of them.

A heartbeat later and he smiles over at Shanks. ] You get into many interesting adventures then, growing up among pirates?

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[ The thing that scares him the most is exactly how many good memories he has here. It's not that he hasn't been screwed over by the House– he doesn't think anyone could claim that feat– because he certainly has, but most days, there's plenty of things he’s learned to enjoy. Maybe it's because he spent so damn long at the Baratie, with only his fellow cooks for company, the monotony of cooking the same damn menu day after day slowly wearing down his sanity? Or maybe it's just the complete lack of any positive memories from when he was a kid?

Either way, it's a little soothing to hear he's not the only one that maybe likes being here better than he probably should.

He grins at the partition, then chuckles, giving his head a little shake as he another long drag on his cigarette. ]

I still go looking for the staff only areas and try to find whatever I can that might get us out from this shitty resort, but… not as much as I did when I first got here. It's like… all the shit that being here involves is just normal now, you know? [ He can still remember when the resort mixed up everyone's rooms and he handled random doors sprouting up in his room like they were no big deal, while the new arrivals were busy freaking out. ] It's all normal and I've learned to enjoy this place, I guess, as crappy as whoever’s running it is. But– yeah, I haven't forgotten about the things I've gotta do back home, either.

[ Another long drag and he looks up at the ceiling, debating which memory to talk about. There's one that springs to mind pretty quickly. ]

You remember a couple of months back when people were turning into monsters and there were zombies down on the lower floors? [ Hard to forget that, all things considered, but maybe Ranga managed to avoid the chaos by staying in his room? ] I, uh, got turned into a vampire during it. Didn't even realize what was happening until it was too late.

[ Knowing how that turned out now, he's not sure he'd do anything to stop it, either. ]

Anyway, a, uh, friend I'm pretty damn close with stumbled into where we holed up and one thing led to another and I turned her into one of us. [ That part had definitely been sordid, but it isn't really the focus here. ] A side effect of the whole thing was we had this bond that let us feel each other in different ways. Like what emotions they were feeling and stuff.

[ There's a slight pause as he takes another, longer drag on the cigarette, free hand playing with his lighter, before continuing. ] The thing lingered for a month after we were back to normal. Anytime I cooked her dinner or we went somewhere or did, shit, anything we knew how we both were feeling.

[ It had been pretty damn special, all things considered. ]

And, yeah, I still think about it sometimes, you know?

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[ Her show of gratitude is the first sign that she's feeling more sure of herself and her surroundings, but he can hear it in the rest of what she says, too. It allows him to relax a little more, knowing that she's okay and feeling less concerned about her surroundings. ]

Hey, it's, uh, no trouble. Just trying to look out for those I can while I'm here, you know? [ He still grins a little, though, and it might come through in a layer of extra cheerfulness in his voice. While he's gotten used to this place, he tries to remember how easy it is to be taken off-guard by everything for newer people– which he assumes she is, based on her reaction.

A moment later and he's chuckling quietly at her question and glancing over the well-stocked minibar in his pod. ]

The wine's pretty damn good if you don't mind it on the dry side. I like it that way, but not everyone does, [ No accounting for taste, after all. ] Otherwise… pretty sure there's some orange juice in these little fridges. Mix it with maybe a quarter the amount of vodka on the cart and you'll get something sweet without tasting much alcohol.

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[ While Scott can’t see it, Sanji grins at his sentiment of tearing things down. He’d love that– having someone’s face to kick in would make life much easier, plus let him relieve some of the pent-up frustration that’s been lingering since his first couple of days here– but he doesn’t know of anyone that’s really made any progress towards the goal of finding out anything of importance about this place and how it operates it. ]

You manage to make some real progress towards that, let me know. I’d love to teach the shitheads in charge a few lessons in manners.

[ He… might sound a little too enthusiastic about that idea, admittedly, but for all the enjoyment he’s found here, their crew isn’t whole here. They need to go home. ]

Yeah, makes sense. They say it’s our way home, but— I don’t think anyone has actually ever seen someone win and go home. Not that I’ve talked to. [ And that’s part of the reason Sanji isn’t really… trying to win the game. The people he sleeps with, he does so because he enjoys them, not because he’s trying to collect their cards. ] But using it to get closer to the people in charge is pretty damn good idea. Better than nothing.

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[ She gets a hearty chuckle out of him at her comment about the beach, although he certainly doesn’t disagree. ]

A beach with an ocean would be pretty damn nice. I’d wanna go sailing. Feel the sea again. Smell the salty air, enjoy the breeze, talk a walk on the beach with someone special. [ Maybe he’s lost the point there, since most of that isn’t really romantic, but still, he misses the sea.

And while Sanji has no idea whether she’s a good cook or not, he actually agrees with her. Cooking is a damn fine way to express love. ]

Yeah. If you’re cooking for someone you care about, best thing you can do is put everything you have into making it, you know? I dunno if I’d call love an ingredient, but— a meal isn’t the same if the person who made it doesn’t care. You can just tell. [ Skill matters too, but not every meal needs to be a work of art, as long as the person making it cares. ] I’d cook for them too. Gotta put everything I’ve got into romancing them. Not much of a point otherwise.

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[ Being with her has become so natural and easy that sometimes, Sanji doesn't notice it. The way she slots against his side like she does now, or the way she settles into his lap like it's the perfect seat, or how she fits in his arms when they're curled together in the deep darkness of night just before sleep sweeps over them both– it’s all of those and so much more. And sometimes he does notice and it tinges his grin with so much delight and adoration that it turns the whole thing dopey.

Like it does now, even as he's looking through the chest of toys, desire still burning through him like a fire. Maybe he should think more about what that means, but her hand doesn't give him the luxury, making him gasp as she teases him through his slacks. ] I am pretty damn impatient, but– playing with your ass is just gonna make me even more impatient to fill you with my cock, you know? You'd better get me ready first.

[ He's chuckling as he says it, one of his hands covers hers and presses her palm flat against the bulge in his slacks, hips rocking in an exaggerate motion as it grinds his length against her hand. But it's only the once and then he's straightening up, his hand tugging hers as he grins at her playfully. ] C'mon. [ And then he winks at her, stepping close to gently kiss her mouth, teeth catching her bottom lip in a quick tug when he breaks it a moment later, before pulling her over to the couch. ] You wanna put that toy in my ass, yeah?

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[ The more they talk, the more Sanji finds himself appreciating just how direct and purposeful she is in everything she says. It certainly helps make her easy to talk to, at least to him. He's always been something of an open book, insofar as his emotions go, and life here has only nurtured his candidness and scoured away any sense of shame that could come up about topics like what they're discussing.

Maybe this topic should feel weird to speak about, but that seems surprisingly dishonest to him. There's not a soul here that isn't regularly having sex– and likely indulging in the pleasures the resort has to offer, considering how insidious it is– and almost always with at least a handful of people. Talking about their likes and dislikes, about what toys they enjoy and what generally feels good, finding people they mesh with– they might as well do what they can to ensure everyone's having a good time when there aren't zombies and doppelgangers running amuck. ]

Nah, I don't mind. [ And if his word isn't good enough, there's enough warmth in his voice to hopefully convince her of his sincerity. ]

I've, uh, tried walking around with it in use personally and can promise it's not painful. So have a couple of my partners. Enough that it's happened more than a few times. [ Which should hopefully be testament enough for her, but just in case– ]

After a while with it buzzing away, you won't wanna keep walking, but that's kind of the point? Your partner has the control and slowly teases you more until you can't take it. But, yeah, it's comfortable inside aside from how worked up it'll get you. I'd recommend trying it if you're interested.

[ There's a brief pause as he considers this next part, trying to decide whether what's primed to roll off his tongue is the right thing to say before finally adding an offer: ]

If you do wanna give it a try and need someone to try it out with, it'd be my pleasure to lend you a hand. [ Whether she accepts or not doesn't bother Sanji. It's worth making the offer to help regardless of the outcome. ] Got any other questions?

[ Early morning, Sanji’s birthday. And it has to be very early if she expects to beat the cook at his own game. Opting for the outdoor kitchen by the pool, where she stands less of a chance of being discovered while at work, Nami gets breakfast ready. Over the course of an hour, in the artificial but still scant light of early morning, she ends up with a tray piled high with every kind of breakfast food she can remember him liking. Muffins, egg dishes, at least three varieties of pancake, a pot of tea, a carafe of coffee and her best attempt at an elegant cut fruit salad all accompany a cold bottle of champagne and two empty glasses.

Hesitation is not an option, even though she may have underestimated the tray’s weight when first trying to lift it off the kitchen counter. Nami’s thankful for the years she’s spent relying on being,at least, somewhat nimble to get her through her once familiar, now greatly expanded suite.

Nothing is perfect, and there is a slight clatter once she’s back in her private string of rooms, setting the tray down on a small table just off the balcony overlooking the fake ocean, but she makes it back to bed (hopefully) undetected. Once she’s comfortably stretched out beside him, Nami wastes no time sliding between the covers until she’s flush against his side with both arms wrapped around him and her face buried in the crook of his neck.

How many times has he good morning princessed her by now? Nami isn’t the outwardly giving type, but she’s learning to let herself go enough to put her heart on the sleeve for him enough to want to turn the tables and be the one spoiling him for a change. For as generous with his heart as Sanji is, Nami’s beginning to realize he’s somehow managed to almost never be on the receiving end of the soft, sweet kindness he constantly offers her with both hands.

The thought pulls a soft hum from her as her lips purse enough to press kisses against the column of his throat, waiting patiently for him to stir before speaking. ]

Happy birthday, gorgeous.

[ she's not exactly sure of the red cardinal's dress code, but she figures it's worth dressing a little nicer than casual to a bar since she doubts it's the kind of semi-rundown place in the slums that the seventh heaven had been. opening the door of her closet though is met with a frown as she comes to realize that most everything that's prearranged for her in here is more than just a little revealing, reminding her once again of the resort's intents for what she should be dressing for.

ultimately, she settles on a short black cocktail dress, fabric a little tight around her hips and cleavage more visible than she'd prefer, but it proves to be the most modest of her available options, and she makes a note to herself to see if shopping around might find her a more varied collection if she's meant to stay here longer than she expects to.

but soon enough, tifa finds herself within the red cardinal, her concern over her clothing taking a back seat to the brightening of her eyes as she sees such a comfortable looking room, the kind of spot she'd want to run someday if she ever manages to get the seventh heaven rebuilt again. from the low lighting to the quiet jazz of music, it's strangely the most she's felt relaxed, being somewhere that feels far more in her realm of comfort.

stepping forward, she goes over to the bar, taking a seat on one of the high chairs as she waits for sanji to arrive, her gaze simply admiring the aesthetics of the environment in the meanwhile. ]

( despite all her best efforts to keep her distance, eventually through sheer force of the resort the two managed to eventually reach a point where reira fully felt comfortable enough to share something personal that had been bothering her.

now her reaching out to him came from a more playful, teasing place. )

you know, just because you cooked 'virtual' food for me doesn't mean that counts by the way. you have to cook real food for me.

Greetings! Would you be amenable to helping me procure ingredients on the morrow?

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[ Between Zoro helping Nami and Luffy out of the jacuzzi, Sanji’s content to take a slightly longer moment to exit, enjoy the warmth of the water— really, he’d prefer it hotter— one last time before slipping out to join them all, not bothering to cover up at all. He grins as he watches Nami return from her errand— a little less worried now— to hand Luffy the jerky, meeting her gaze and giving her a fond grin right back. Tempted as he is to join her, a part of him does get the feeling that making sure Luffy adequately cleans up is a two man job.

Still, he flashes a wink in her direction when she discards the towel and deliberately savors the view, a faint shiver of want dancing down his spine, before swiveling his focus back to Zoro and their Captain. ]

Ah, because I’m following you. Gotta clean-up first, yeah? Proper manners for having a nice dinner among crewmates.

[ And despite being the follower, he’s quick to walk a little faster, ducking into the shower next to Nami’s ahead of them and turning the water so it’s steaming— then dials it back on the heat, just a little— before gesturing at Zoro with an easy smile on his face and reaching out to loosely rest an arm on Luffy’s bicep, standing enough to the side with his back to Nami to give them room to join him. ] C’mon, let’s all clean-up together, yeah?

haven't seen nami in a while. she with you?

[ the persistent heartbeat hasn't stopped, now settled as a lasting presence that bumps like an ongoing drum in the back of her head. no matter how much she covers her ears, it doesn't stop and the longer it lasts, the more terrified of this place she becomes. it's twisting me inside out, she thinks, with enough experiences now that have tested her wants and desires to know that it's bent on changing her until she's not recognizable anymore. and not knowing who she is nearly terrifies her more than anything.

for starters, she finds herself no longer eating, like any bite is just another inclination towards being seduced into temptation, but even tifa knows the importance of a meal, how every bit of her strength, mentally and physically demands on it. remembering a particular offer, one night she sends a message, ]

hey, sanji?
things have been a little crazy around here lately.
just thought i'd check in and see if you're okay.

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