[ the day had been spent bent over her map table, long hours slipping away until she'd looked up to find all hint of sunlight banished from her small cabin window. ink stains her fingertips as proof of her labor, and there's an unseen smudge of it across the apple of her right cheek from when she'd brushed a strand of hair away. she unfurls like a night vine creeping to life at dusk, spine cracking from hours of being hunched over her maps.
this is the time of night when she would usually disappear into a warm bath, fingers slipping between her thighs to coax away the stress of the day— mind drifting to dangerous places. now that dangerous place is coming to her, and nami's heart is in her throat. she waits just a beat longer than necessary before calling out to come in, tone light but laced with the tension crawling just beneath her skin.
when the door creaks open, her silhouette is backlit by the soft glow of a lantern, posture casual but gaze razor-sharp and hungry in a way she doesn't usually let herself be. isn't used to being safe enough to be. bright eyes drag over him, slow and deliberate and she thinks yes and want.
the moment he tries to speak, she's there, soft figure pressing up against his, ink-smudged fingers on his lips, silencing whatever stupidly romantic and heartbreakingly earnest words he'd surely offer. She replaced them with a breathless plea, voice low and coaxing, demanding in her need.]
Don't. It doesn't have to be complicated. Just. [ her eyes meet his, blazing with an intensity that burns. fire trails behind her fingers as her free hand slips up the plane of his chest, curls around the nape of his neck, and winds into his hair, tugging him down to her height until their foreheads press together. ] I just want to feel, Sanji. Want to feel good. Can you do that for me? [ he’s so close she can smell the familiar blend of warm spices and woodsmoke clinging to him, and heat begins to pool low in her belly—liquid gold, molten and inevitable. ] Just... be good for me.
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this is the time of night when she would usually disappear into a warm bath, fingers slipping between her thighs to coax away the stress of the day— mind drifting to dangerous places. now that dangerous place is coming to her, and nami's heart is in her throat. she waits just a beat longer than necessary before calling out to come in, tone light but laced with the tension crawling just beneath her skin.
when the door creaks open, her silhouette is backlit by the soft glow of a lantern, posture casual but gaze razor-sharp and hungry in a way she doesn't usually let herself be. isn't used to being safe enough to be. bright eyes drag over him, slow and deliberate and she thinks yes and want.
the moment he tries to speak, she's there, soft figure pressing up against his, ink-smudged fingers on his lips, silencing whatever stupidly romantic and heartbreakingly earnest words he'd surely offer. She replaced them with a breathless plea, voice low and coaxing, demanding in her need.]
Don't. It doesn't have to be complicated. Just. [ her eyes meet his, blazing with an intensity that burns. fire trails behind her fingers as her free hand slips up the plane of his chest, curls around the nape of his neck, and winds into his hair, tugging him down to her height until their foreheads press together. ] I just want to feel, Sanji. Want to feel good. Can you do that for me? [ he’s so close she can smell the familiar blend of warm spices and woodsmoke clinging to him, and heat begins to pool low in her belly—liquid gold, molten and inevitable. ] Just... be good for me.