[ as he hears her voice from the other side, he steps carefully in, giving a nudge to the door and peering in to find her standing there, his feet now hesitating to move if only to take another movie to gaze her over. the lantern's glow transforms her into something almost angelic, radiant in the light that his heart seems to pick up that persistent pounding pace again, that fiery desire painted around her like a halo. it draws his eyes to her face, as gorgeous as he finds it at every hour of the day, perfection in all of its features, even with the smudge of ink rubbed into her cheek.
he finally inhales a breath, lips parting to speak before her fingers nudge against them, where he can almost taste a hint of that ink right against the softness of her skin. sweet praises from him are placed on pause to listen to her every word, to take in all of her conditions, every request noted with priority. if she asked him for the world in this very moment, somehow he'd find a way to bring together all the seas to place right into her palms. that she asks now for the opposite, for simply this, that's enough too.
as he feels the gentle press of their foreheads, urged by the tuck of her hand to his neck, sanji reaches between them, his own hand larger, fingers thicker with their callouses from heavy use of kitchen tools but clean and well cared for in his preservation of them, as he wraps them over her knuckles, gently taking the hand at his mouth to lightly nudge his head forward, pressing his lips to ink-stained fingertips with a delicate kiss.
it doesn't have to be complicated, she asks, and though the gesture might border on crossing the lines of exactly that, there isn't anything that he asks of her. ]
I can do that. I promise. [ his voice is a gentle whisper, absent of his usual cheerful charm to instead speak with a quiet solemn sincerity. his head offers another tilt, nose caressing nose, lips ghosting a light breath, hot in its exhale, to hers as they hover close, hanging within the brush of a promised kiss. ] I'll be good. And I'll make you feel good tonight, Nami.
[ his other palm rests at the small of her back, warm against the exposed skin just above her shorts, holding her to him as he closes that sliver of remaining distance to bring his mouth to hers, the kiss a soft invitation for her to seek all that she wants from him. ]
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he finally inhales a breath, lips parting to speak before her fingers nudge against them, where he can almost taste a hint of that ink right against the softness of her skin. sweet praises from him are placed on pause to listen to her every word, to take in all of her conditions, every request noted with priority. if she asked him for the world in this very moment, somehow he'd find a way to bring together all the seas to place right into her palms. that she asks now for the opposite, for simply this, that's enough too.
as he feels the gentle press of their foreheads, urged by the tuck of her hand to his neck, sanji reaches between them, his own hand larger, fingers thicker with their callouses from heavy use of kitchen tools but clean and well cared for in his preservation of them, as he wraps them over her knuckles, gently taking the hand at his mouth to lightly nudge his head forward, pressing his lips to ink-stained fingertips with a delicate kiss.
it doesn't have to be complicated, she asks, and though the gesture might border on crossing the lines of exactly that, there isn't anything that he asks of her. ]
I can do that. I promise. [ his voice is a gentle whisper, absent of his usual cheerful charm to instead speak with a quiet solemn sincerity. his head offers another tilt, nose caressing nose, lips ghosting a light breath, hot in its exhale, to hers as they hover close, hanging within the brush of a promised kiss. ] I'll be good. And I'll make you feel good tonight, Nami.
[ his other palm rests at the small of her back, warm against the exposed skin just above her shorts, holding her to him as he closes that sliver of remaining distance to bring his mouth to hers, the kiss a soft invitation for her to seek all that she wants from him. ]