[ Funny—she liked them both better when they weren’t talking, too. But she and Zoro have always had an unspoken accord; it shouldn’t be a surprise that Nami agrees. Just like it’s miles away from shocking that they’re both preoccupied with the idea of fucking the cook. The guys have always given her loads of reasons to say, ‘I told you so,’ but this time it’s for a much, much more intriguing, arousing reason than before.
Sanji gives her exasperation no time to take real root, half opening his shirt before forgetting the task at hand in favor of claiming her mouth in another kiss. She’s never had an opinion about the taste of sake and cigarettes, but by the end of the night, it’s unlikely she will be able to say the same. His hand curves over her breast and makes her shiver as the pad of Sanji’s thumb ghosts over an already stiffened nipple, the hot brush of his tongue against hers making her thoughts swim pleasantly. The touch has her humming quietly into that kiss—just enough for him to feel the soft rumble of approval between her lips and his—while Nami’s fingers find the forgotten line of buttons traveling down his stomach and unfasten them with all the dexterity of an impatient pickpocket.
Which she kind of is right now.
As her fingers work the last button loose, Sanji’s lips find her neck and leave her shivering, until the harsh thud of Zoro’s boots causes Nami’s eyes to flutter open just enough to peer at the swordsman through the dense fan of her eyelashes, a knowing smirk on her now very flushed face. ]
Very overdressed. [ With a note of impatience, her hands slip beneath Sanji’s shirt to push it off his shoulders before moving low enough to pull his belt buckle open, the soft clatter of metal and the implication behind it fueling the slowly growing heat simmering beneath her skin and reverberating low in her core ]
And you. Idiot. [ Said like she’s just spotted Zoro completely lost while still being less than two feet away, but without any real bite to that bark. If anything, Nami sounds more breathless than either of them has heard her get before. ] Get—
[ Stretching, she reaches for Zoro earnestly while her body stays turned towards Sanji’s like a house cat getting all the attention she could need while seeking out even more. ] Over here
[ Thankfully, when her hands fist in the fabric of his shirt, she lacks the claws to do real damage, but Nami’s determined enough to pull him closer, waiting until Zoro is close enough to kiss before the hold she has on his top changes, dragging it over the top of his head and tossing it aside as the corners of her lips curve in barely tamped-down amusement. Again her hands move, one running quickly down Sanji’s body to tease dangerously low on his torso, as the other settles on the back of Zoro’s neck and pulls him down into another kiss. ]
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Sanji gives her exasperation no time to take real root, half opening his shirt before forgetting the task at hand in favor of claiming her mouth in another kiss. She’s never had an opinion about the taste of sake and cigarettes, but by the end of the night, it’s unlikely she will be able to say the same. His hand curves over her breast and makes her shiver as the pad of Sanji’s thumb ghosts over an already stiffened nipple, the hot brush of his tongue against hers making her thoughts swim pleasantly. The touch has her humming quietly into that kiss—just enough for him to feel the soft rumble of approval between her lips and his—while Nami’s fingers find the forgotten line of buttons traveling down his stomach and unfasten them with all the dexterity of an impatient pickpocket.
Which she kind of is right now.
As her fingers work the last button loose, Sanji’s lips find her neck and leave her shivering, until the harsh thud of Zoro’s boots causes Nami’s eyes to flutter open just enough to peer at the swordsman through the dense fan of her eyelashes, a knowing smirk on her now very flushed face. ]
Very overdressed. [ With a note of impatience, her hands slip beneath Sanji’s shirt to push it off his shoulders before moving low enough to pull his belt buckle open, the soft clatter of metal and the implication behind it fueling the slowly growing heat simmering beneath her skin and reverberating low in her core ]
And you. Idiot. [ Said like she’s just spotted Zoro completely lost while still being less than two feet away, but without any real bite to that bark. If anything, Nami sounds more breathless than either of them has heard her get before. ] Get—
[ Stretching, she reaches for Zoro earnestly while her body stays turned towards Sanji’s like a house cat getting all the attention she could need while seeking out even more. ] Over here
[ Thankfully, when her hands fist in the fabric of his shirt, she lacks the claws to do real damage, but Nami’s determined enough to pull him closer, waiting until Zoro is close enough to kiss before the hold she has on his top changes, dragging it over the top of his head and tossing it aside as the corners of her lips curve in barely tamped-down amusement. Again her hands move, one running quickly down Sanji’s body to tease dangerously low on his torso, as the other settles on the back of Zoro’s neck and pulls him down into another kiss. ]