[ Shoulders bowing in a deep roll to aid him in getting the loose robe off her shoulders, it falls away easily, joining the rest of their tangled clothing on the floor as she wraps her arms around his shoulders. Nami curves herself against him, inwardly reveling in all the places they fit, and the needy press of his thickening cock against the soft skin low on her abdomen.
Somehow, Sanji has gotten closer to her than anyone ever has in a shorter time than Nami would have believed was possible, after relying on distance and a firm grip on her poker face for so many years. Now, she's left engrossed, greedy for the affection he radiates, leaving her feeling cherished with every kiss that passes between them, her mouth meeting his as the tip of his tongue connects with hers, teasing, wordlessly urging her on.
Her chest aches by the time he breaks away to speak, but it doesn't matter, and if they weren't on a ship with finite resources, the bath might matter less now too, seeing as he's already right here in her arms where she wants him most, but the thought of relaxing with him like this, of taking their already stolen and deeply sweet time time together, and finding a way to make it even more fulfilling. He surprises her with every show of affection, and in turn, Nami surprises herself with how much more she wants.
That doesn't stop her from attempting a frown as he draws away, reminding her that the water's getting cold before gently tugging at her hand, inadvertently pulling the dreamy smile back to her face as he does.
Lingering at the edge of the bath until he's settled in the water, she moves to join him. ]
My seat, my boyfriend, my chef– [ She starts, tone light as she maneuvers around his limbs, one hand on the edge of the tub, keeping her balanced as she sinks beneath the water, her back settling against his chest, arcing her hips back to press comfortably, but very persistently along the underside of his cock. ] What other jobs are you going to take on for me?
[ Her awareness of him leaves her aching, wet despite the water they're both reclined in, trying to both resist the urge to move against him, and guide his cock between her thighs so she can tease them both properly.
She's the practical one, she should at least try to pretend she isn't about to soak the bathroom floor by sloshing water out of the bath because she can't resist him. Right? ]
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Somehow, Sanji has gotten closer to her than anyone ever has in a shorter time than Nami would have believed was possible, after relying on distance and a firm grip on her poker face for so many years. Now, she's left engrossed, greedy for the affection he radiates, leaving her feeling cherished with every kiss that passes between them, her mouth meeting his as the tip of his tongue connects with hers, teasing, wordlessly urging her on.
Her chest aches by the time he breaks away to speak, but it doesn't matter, and if they weren't on a ship with finite resources, the bath might matter less now too, seeing as he's already right here in her arms where she wants him most, but the thought of relaxing with him like this, of taking their already stolen and deeply sweet time time together, and finding a way to make it even more fulfilling. He surprises her with every show of affection, and in turn, Nami surprises herself with how much more she wants.
That doesn't stop her from attempting a frown as he draws away, reminding her that the water's getting cold before gently tugging at her hand, inadvertently pulling the dreamy smile back to her face as he does.
Lingering at the edge of the bath until he's settled in the water, she moves to join him. ]
My seat, my boyfriend, my chef– [ She starts, tone light as she maneuvers around his limbs, one hand on the edge of the tub, keeping her balanced as she sinks beneath the water, her back settling against his chest, arcing her hips back to press comfortably, but very persistently along the underside of his cock. ] What other jobs are you going to take on for me?
[ Her awareness of him leaves her aching, wet despite the water they're both reclined in, trying to both resist the urge to move against him, and guide his cock between her thighs so she can tease them both properly.
She's the practical one, she should at least try to pretend she isn't about to soak the bathroom floor by sloshing water out of the bath because she can't resist him. Right? ]