you aren't intruding on anything at all. it would be my pleasure to host you tonight. i'll even make you dinner, if you want, before we get to the fun stuff.
[ yeah, she's got him pegged. he isn't letting her out of this easily, that's for certain. ]
that's plenty of time. i'll whip you up something tasty in no time. what're you in the mood for? i can make anything you want, especially when the customer is pretty as you are.
[ he figured, but it never hurts to sweeten the deal, does it? and he enjoys cooking for people. ]
[ his mastery is to be trusted. especially since she doesn't know how to cook whatsoever! ]
See you soon, Sanji.
[ travel time takes up most of that hour before she arrives, but faye will have spent a small portion of it freshening up: she fixes her hair, touches up her makeup, and spritz herself with a fancy perfume she swiped somewhere that holds notes of cherry and vanilla. she tries (but fails) to ignore the swell of excitement and anticipation in her gut the closer she gets to her destination, but the warmth and delicious aroma permeating from beyond the door ocne she arrives is more than welcoming and helps to assuage a bit of that eagerness. there's a gentle knock followed by the sound of the door opening as she invites herself inside, mostly on the assumption that he'd be caught up with cooking. ]
Knock, knock. [ to alert him of her presence. ] My, it smells so good in here.
[ he spends most of the hour preparing dinner, working at a steady pace in the kitchen while she travels to meet him. he’s so practiced at his craft that it’s easy to fall into a natural rhythm, and he does, which leaves him with a lot of time to think about her and how much he’s looking forward to tonight. maybe more than he should be? sanji isn’t really sure, because nights like these don’t come often to chefs or pirates, but he hopes she’s anticipating it as much as he is.
and while he doesn’t know precisely when she’s going to arrive, he does know roughly when she should be there and that makes timing things relatively easy. by the time she walks through the door, the rice is almost done cooking and a curry is simmering away on the stove. it’s a simple dish, but one that’s tasty and he has a lot of confidence in. there’s not much he needs to actively do, so when she knocks, he spins around and greets with a bright grin on his face. ]
We’re having curry tonight. [ he says, by way of explanation for the smell, and walks around the counter to greet her properly. despite his promises, they haven’t really crossed the line into intimacy yet, so he doesn’t kiss her, even though he wants to, at least a little, and gives her a quick little bow of his head instead. ] It’ll be ready in a few minutes. As soon as the rice is done. Have a seat and we can eat dinner and then… then we’ll enjoy ourselves some more, after.
ahhh i'm sorry as well! but tysm for your patience! ♡
[ sanji grins and it's so infectious it coaxes a grin out of faye in turn. the door shuts gently behind her, representing the moment her anticipation around this night will heighten. it starts by merely looking at him: she watches sanji make his way around the counter and her eyes helplessly roam his figure. those strong and handsome features of his—faye is desperately attracted to him. is that why she feels nervous? she can play casual, of course she can; sauntering over to meet him at the threshold where the kitchen and living area meet, where she almost leans forward to kiss him but quickly plays it off with an awkward bow of her head instead.
casual! heh, right... ]
Great because I'm starving.
[ more than one implication there when she shoots him a wink and slips off her jacket, hanging it over the back of the chair that sits facing the kitchen. she takes a seat and watches him return to his craft. she might be a little disappointed she had to miss most of the cooking process, but who's to say there wasn't a next time? ]
I can't remember the last time I had curry— [ she pauses, and then smiles invitingly. ] .. or the opportunity to enjoy it with such a gracious host.
np! i was at a con for most of last week and over the weekend anyway, but should be faster now.
Don't worry, I made plenty. You'll be able to eat your fill. [ there is a bit of awkwardness— from the both of them, really— as they dance around the inevitable fact that they're about to cross the line from friends to something intimate, but haven't yet. he grins at her, eyes dipping down for a brief instant when she peels off her coat, taking all of her with an almost greedy eagerness. if it wasn't obvious that he wants her, then the look in his eye when sinks down into the chair sure makes it obvious.
the timer for the rice cooker starts to tick, which is an obvious sign that it's almost done, so he pulls out two shallow bowls and a couple of spoons and, of course, a couple of glasses as well. ] And I can't remember the last time I hosted such a beautiful guest. You want some sake or wine or something to drink? We've also got water. You might want to hydrate considering it's going to be a long night.
[ he winks at her, ignoring the slight feeling of butterflies in his stomach, and hearing the familiar ding of the timer go off, starts to assemble the meal. a generous layer of rice to one side, followed by a big ladle of the sweet but spicy curry to the other with chunks of potato and carrot and beef and onion. there's plenty left in the pot, too, just in case either of them wants seconds.
the table isn't far from the kitchen, so he carries over both bowls and sets one down in front of her, setting the other down opposite from her. flashing her another grin, he repeats his question. ] So... something to drink?
[ it's going to be a long night—and her mind immediately wanders.
sanji turns to portion off the curry and faye becomes powerless against her daydreams: what if they said screw it to dinner and she proceeded to clear the table while he ripped her little booty shorts off and bent her over it? the images quickly become so explicit and arousing that she starts warming up, and a quiver ripples deep in her spine. she makes a subtle shift in her seat to play it down. by the time sanji is placing their bowls down, she's grounded her thoughts, hoping she isn't as red in the face as she feels, just barely catching his question the second time around. ]
Sake is good. Thank you.
[ faye smiles with affected coolness while mentally lassoing up all these dirty little thoughts that are fighting to bounce around in her head. her eyes flit from him to the pot with the remaining curry and she tells herself she will only have one bowl as the anticipation tightens up in her stomach. even with her mouth watering as she peers down at this delicious meal, she will wait for him to join before she starts digging in. coming from the likes of her, that says a lot. ]
Do you have a dish that's your favorite to prepare?
[ it isn't super obvious, but when he turns back to server her dinner and get her drink order, there's a flash of something in her dark eyes that makes the corners of his lips curl into a grin that's just a bit wider than before. sanji can't read minds, but he doesn't have to, not when there's a dusting of pink to her cheeks and that something lurking behind her gaze is familiar to him. he dips his head in a quick nod and turns back to the kitchen, reaching into the alcohol cabinet to pull out a bottle of sake and bring it back over to the table, pouring a glass for both of them.
now that dinner is served, he can let his mind wander. not that it hadn't been before— even before she'd arrived, he'd vaguely been fantasizing about just tearing off every piece of clothing she had on, making her take a seat on the countertop, and burying his face between her thighs while he found out how many times he could make her come before she begged him to stop or for his cock, whichever came first. he takes a seat across from her and smiles at her question. it's one that he has an immediate answer to. ]
Anything with seafood in it. I grew up learning to cook at a sea restaurant, you know, so we were always preparing dishes with fish or muscles or shrimp or... well, you get the picture. [ while he's speaking, he gathers up a spoonful of rice and curry, still looking at her, still vaguely imagining what she looks like completely nude, and takes a bite as soon as he finishes, sighing with satisfaction. the critic in him thinks he could have simmered the brother a few minutes less and added a touch more apple to improve the flavor, but it's still a good dish. ] They're just comforting to make. And wherever you go, there's always different kinds of fish around, some I've never cooked with, so it's a bit of challenge, too.
[ while he's taking another bite of curry, followed up by a sip of the sake, his other hand slips under the table and rests his palm against her bare knee, fingers tapping softly on her thigh. ] What about you, Faye? Do you cook much? Or have any fun hobbies?
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come by for a visit and i'll show you a good time
[ he wouldn't mind, even if he knew. though it's not that she needs to lie— he really will make time for her. ]
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Are you sure? I would hate to intrude.
[ though with that promise of a 'good time', she fully expects him to insist. ]
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i'll even make you dinner, if you want, before we get to the fun stuff.
[ yeah, she's got him pegged. he isn't letting her out of this easily, that's for certain. ]
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[ truth is, faye is starving, so although the good time he promises was enough to win her, the added bonus of food really seals the deal. ]
I can be there in little over an hour. Is that enough time?
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[ he figured, but it never hurts to sweeten the deal, does it? and he enjoys cooking for people. ]
see you soon, faye.
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[ his mastery is to be trusted. especially since she doesn't know how to cook whatsoever! ]
See you soon, Sanji.
[ travel time takes up most of that hour before she arrives, but faye will have spent a small portion of it freshening up: she fixes her hair, touches up her makeup, and spritz herself with a fancy perfume she swiped somewhere that holds notes of cherry and vanilla. she tries (but fails) to ignore the swell of excitement and anticipation in her gut the closer she gets to her destination, but the warmth and delicious aroma permeating from beyond the door ocne she arrives is more than welcoming and helps to assuage a bit of that eagerness. there's a gentle knock followed by the sound of the door opening as she invites herself inside, mostly on the assumption that he'd be caught up with cooking. ]
Knock, knock. [ to alert him of her presence. ] My, it smells so good in here.
excellent! also, sorry for the slowness
and while he doesn’t know precisely when she’s going to arrive, he does know roughly when she should be there and that makes timing things relatively easy. by the time she walks through the door, the rice is almost done cooking and a curry is simmering away on the stove. it’s a simple dish, but one that’s tasty and he has a lot of confidence in. there’s not much he needs to actively do, so when she knocks, he spins around and greets with a bright grin on his face. ]
We’re having curry tonight. [ he says, by way of explanation for the smell, and walks around the counter to greet her properly. despite his promises, they haven’t really crossed the line into intimacy yet, so he doesn’t kiss her, even though he wants to, at least a little, and gives her a quick little bow of his head instead. ] It’ll be ready in a few minutes. As soon as the rice is done. Have a seat and we can eat dinner and then… then we’ll enjoy ourselves some more, after.
ahhh i'm sorry as well! but tysm for your patience! ♡
casual! heh, right... ]
Great because I'm starving.
[ more than one implication there when she shoots him a wink and slips off her jacket, hanging it over the back of the chair that sits facing the kitchen. she takes a seat and watches him return to his craft. she might be a little disappointed she had to miss most of the cooking process, but who's to say there wasn't a next time? ]
I can't remember the last time I had curry— [ she pauses, and then smiles invitingly. ] .. or the opportunity to enjoy it with such a gracious host.
np! i was at a con for most of last week and over the weekend anyway, but should be faster now.
the timer for the rice cooker starts to tick, which is an obvious sign that it's almost done, so he pulls out two shallow bowls and a couple of spoons and, of course, a couple of glasses as well. ] And I can't remember the last time I hosted such a beautiful guest. You want some sake or wine or something to drink? We've also got water. You might want to hydrate considering it's going to be a long night.
[ he winks at her, ignoring the slight feeling of butterflies in his stomach, and hearing the familiar ding of the timer go off, starts to assemble the meal. a generous layer of rice to one side, followed by a big ladle of the sweet but spicy curry to the other with chunks of potato and carrot and beef and onion. there's plenty left in the pot, too, just in case either of them wants seconds.
the table isn't far from the kitchen, so he carries over both bowls and sets one down in front of her, setting the other down opposite from her. flashing her another grin, he repeats his question. ] So... something to drink?
no worries at all. c: i hope you had a fun time!
sanji turns to portion off the curry and faye becomes powerless against her daydreams: what if they said screw it to dinner and she proceeded to clear the table while he ripped her little booty shorts off and bent her over it? the images quickly become so explicit and arousing that she starts warming up, and a quiver ripples deep in her spine. she makes a subtle shift in her seat to play it down. by the time sanji is placing their bowls down, she's grounded her thoughts, hoping she isn't as red in the face as she feels, just barely catching his question the second time around. ]
Sake is good. Thank you.
[ faye smiles with affected coolness while mentally lassoing up all these dirty little thoughts that are fighting to bounce around in her head. her eyes flit from him to the pot with the remaining curry and she tells herself she will only have one bowl as the anticipation tightens up in her stomach. even with her mouth watering as she peers down at this delicious meal, she will wait for him to join before she starts digging in. coming from the likes of her, that says a lot. ]
Do you have a dish that's your favorite to prepare?
definitely!! thank you
now that dinner is served, he can let his mind wander. not that it hadn't been before— even before she'd arrived, he'd vaguely been fantasizing about just tearing off every piece of clothing she had on, making her take a seat on the countertop, and burying his face between her thighs while he found out how many times he could make her come before she begged him to stop or for his cock, whichever came first. he takes a seat across from her and smiles at her question. it's one that he has an immediate answer to. ]
Anything with seafood in it. I grew up learning to cook at a sea restaurant, you know, so we were always preparing dishes with fish or muscles or shrimp or... well, you get the picture. [ while he's speaking, he gathers up a spoonful of rice and curry, still looking at her, still vaguely imagining what she looks like completely nude, and takes a bite as soon as he finishes, sighing with satisfaction. the critic in him thinks he could have simmered the brother a few minutes less and added a touch more apple to improve the flavor, but it's still a good dish. ] They're just comforting to make. And wherever you go, there's always different kinds of fish around, some I've never cooked with, so it's a bit of challenge, too.
[ while he's taking another bite of curry, followed up by a sip of the sake, his other hand slips under the table and rests his palm against her bare knee, fingers tapping softly on her thigh. ] What about you, Faye? Do you cook much? Or have any fun hobbies?