[ Sanji is likely to hear the shouted "ASSHOLE" that preludes the appearance of Nami and Zoro in the kitchen. Flushed, and definitely enjoying this way more than she lets on, she smacks at Zoro's ass and huffs until she's set on the counter.
That very thin veneer of annoyance is blown apart in short order. She barely gets a chance to shoot Sanji a pointed, weary eye roll before Zoro's mouth crashes into hers. The gentleness with which she moves to run her fingers through his short hair turns sharp in a second, as the shock of having her underwear torn off makes her sit up with a start and pull at it instead. ]
So where's the sword? [ Nami asks once she ducks out of that kiss, her lips glistening and already kiss swollen, a quality that lends heat to the look she shoots in Sanji's direction again, one eye flitting closed in a fleeting wink. ]
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That very thin veneer of annoyance is blown apart in short order. She barely gets a chance to shoot Sanji a pointed, weary eye roll before Zoro's mouth crashes into hers. The gentleness with which she moves to run her fingers through his short hair turns sharp in a second, as the shock of having her underwear torn off makes her sit up with a start and pull at it instead. ]
So where's the sword? [ Nami asks once she ducks out of that kiss, her lips glistening and already kiss swollen, a quality that lends heat to the look she shoots in Sanji's direction again, one eye flitting closed in a fleeting wink. ]