[ Even before they set foot in the kitchen, they leave him chuckling warmly under his breath, fondness mixing with a little exasperation at Zoro's antics— even if one glance Nami's direction proves she's enjoying being carried around like a sack of potatoes.
Grinning at both of them, he takes a long drag on his cigarette and tucks it behind his ear for safe keeping. With his shirt sleeves already rolled up and with his pink apron on, he looks ready for a long morning of cooking— although most of the effort is already done. His hands are fully clean for the moment as a bowl of steaming rice sits on the counter where he's working, and unable to help himself, he leaves it sitting for just a while longer, meeting her heated gaze with a quick, playful wink. ]
Judging by what he did to your underwear? Definitely in his pants. [ He grins over at Zoro and quickly throws an arm around his shoulder in a half-hug that's definitely affectionate, before pushing him off to the side for a brief moment. Sanji leans in and gently brushes a fond kiss to Nami's soft mouth— well, more than fond, and really, maybe not so gently as his mouth works quick and eager against her own— idly tracing her slit with a gentle curl of his finger. He can't afford to let himself get too involved— not if they want to eat anytime soon— so he breaks it with a quiet sigh. ]
Gonna go finish making breakfast now, but you're my dessert. [ Winking at her again, he takes a step back, sucking the finger that teased her clean with a pleased little noise. ] Delicious.
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Grinning at both of them, he takes a long drag on his cigarette and tucks it behind his ear for safe keeping. With his shirt sleeves already rolled up and with his pink apron on, he looks ready for a long morning of cooking— although most of the effort is already done. His hands are fully clean for the moment as a bowl of steaming rice sits on the counter where he's working, and unable to help himself, he leaves it sitting for just a while longer, meeting her heated gaze with a quick, playful wink. ]
Judging by what he did to your underwear? Definitely in his pants. [ He grins over at Zoro and quickly throws an arm around his shoulder in a half-hug that's definitely affectionate, before pushing him off to the side for a brief moment. Sanji leans in and gently brushes a fond kiss to Nami's soft mouth— well, more than fond, and really, maybe not so gently as his mouth works quick and eager against her own— idly tracing her slit with a gentle curl of his finger. He can't afford to let himself get too involved— not if they want to eat anytime soon— so he breaks it with a quiet sigh. ]
Gonna go finish making breakfast now, but you're my dessert. [ Winking at her again, he takes a step back, sucking the finger that teased her clean with a pleased little noise. ] Delicious.