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Not long after they'd left the Baratie, Nami was alone in the kitchen with Sanji as she finished up her meal. He was busy cleaning his cooking utensils, and she could see the look of concentration on his face as he began putting things back in their proper places in the kitchen drawers and cabinets.
She looked him up and down, taking in his blond hair framing his expressive face, the way his shoulders moved under his suit jacket, and resting her eyes for a moment at his waist when he bent over briefly, showing off his nice-looking butt. She wouldn't mind getting to know him a bit better, if he could just stop fawning over her long enough to have a real conversation.
A thought tickled the back of her mind. She remembered how solicitous he was to all the women in the Baratie, and how he'd given her a free meal and tried to charge Usopp 5,000 beli. Surely one of them had been more than a bit enamored with the young cook.
She looked up at him and said, "Sanji?"
"Yes, Nami-san?" He turned to look at her.
He had the most ridiculously lovestruck expression on his face, and it was pretty obvious from where she was sitting he was getting an eyeful down her shirt. Nami, on the verge of rolling her eyes, asked, "Did you ever have a girl you liked on the Baratie?"
"Who could possibly compare to the marvel I see before me? Do you want to be the only girl ever to be in my heart, Nami-saaaaaaaaan?!" Sanji grinned widely, the lovestruck look on his face somehow intensifying, and now Nami did roll her eyes.
She got up, and as she left the kitchen, she winked and said, "I wonder if that ever even worked on anyone, Sanji."
"Whatever do you mean, Nami-swan~?!" floated out of the kitchen as she made her way back up to her room to check the ship's position.
"Yeah, he's not gonna learn any time soon," muttered Nami to herself.
Some months later, on the Grand Line…
Sanji was getting really annoying.
Normally, Nami didn't mind taking advantage of the extra attention he lavished on her because it always amused her slightly to see how the boys either didn't care (Luffy), couldn't be bothered to argue the matter for long (Zoro and his naps) or who ended up finding other tasks to do (Usopp and his handyman skills). And his occasional obvious staring was usually tolerable, since he never once tried to touch her inappropriately, so she would just mentally shrug and mutter, "It's Sanji. What do you expect?"
But that day—
"Oh, Nami-saaaaaaaaaaaaan! Would you like some of the sparkling wine for an after-dinner aperitif?"
And sure enough, there he was on the railing above the main deck, a lovestruck expression all over his face again while he held the tray out to her. He'd been like that all morning, attending to practically every whim of hers, real or imagined. It… grated on her a bit.
Somehow, it reminded her of another time when he'd been staring at her cleavage, though she knew he didn't mean it that way. But then on top of that there was the frustrating tendency of the weather to alternate between sunny and rainy, and Luffy and Usopp getting into a game of seeing how far the former could stretch his neck into the clouds and where the hell was Zoro to lend some common sense—
That was it.
She walked up, grabbed the glass, drank it off in one gulp, then slammed it back down on Sanji's tray and growled, "Come into my room. Now."
Sanji gulped audibly as she grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him into her room, locked the door, then closed all the portholes and covered them with drapes. She grabbed the tray and glass from his slack hands and put them on her table next to the maps. She poked him hard in the chest to get his attention.
"You." Poke. "Are." Poke. "Being." Poke. "Very." Poke. "Annoying!" Shove onto her bed.
"Wha?" Sanji's ever-present cigarette fell out of his mouth and landed on the floor. He stared, gobsmacked, at Nami.
"Are you ever gonna do anything besides just hitting on me all the time?! I mean, it's pretty obvious to everybody on this ship that you want me."
She stood beside the bed, hands on her hips, tapping her foot. Sanji looked back at her and said, "I was just waiting for the right moment, my dear Nami-swan! After all, you can't rush true romance! It would be like brewing a magnificent beef stew and trying to serve it when it's still half done!"
The slight wobble in his voice told her the truth, and she bluntly replied, "Now I know you're being full of it, Sanji."
Sanji blushed. The bluster left him as he muttered, "Well… you know, the women who came to the Baratie never seemed to do more than smile nicely at me when I served them their food."
Nami laughed. "Now I know those pickup lines never worked." A wicked grin grew on her face. "Well, Sanji, you are about to get a lesson you won't forget."
She straddled him on the bed, making sure to rub herself against his rapidly growing erection. Sanji gasped, and his eye went wide. Nami reached for his right hand and brought it up, cupping his hand around her left breast, smiling at the longing moan that escaped his lips as he finally got to feel what he'd been ogling for a while now.
She leaned down and began kissing him, feeling the slightly different texture of his lips against hers. His left hand began moving up her leg, reaching around to grab her butt. She grinned into the kiss and began undoing the buttons on Sanji's shirt.
He gently pushed her back a bit. "Aren't we going a bit fast?" he wondered aloud.
Nami shrugged. "If you wanna stop, we can." She pushed herself against his hardness. "Be awful disappointing if you had to use your hand, though, wouldn't it?"
Sanji's lips quirked in a small smile, as his eyes dipped to Nami's chest level. Nami sighed good-naturedly, and reached down to grab her shirt and pull it over her head, then tossed it onto the floor somewhere. Sanji, entranced, licked his lips and reached up again, gently squeezing and kneading her breasts again. Nami hummed in pleasure as his palms brushed her nipples. "Warm hands, Sanji. Nice."
"For you, Nami-s—" Nami jokingly smacked him on the shoulder.
"Shut up with that 'Nami-san' thing, huh? It's Nami. Just Nami today, all right?"
"All right… Nami."
And before long, clothes were flying and both were naked in Nami's bed, Nami holding Sanji's cock upright as his hands held her hips. She slowly began lowering herself down, feeling the head beginning to breach her, push her open as she slid further down, the thickness providing that slight delicious friction that made her insides want to take all of Sanji into herself, pushing down onto him until finally, with a soft grunt, she bottomed out, their bodies touching momentarily before she rose up again, pushing down hard, gasping as he moved within her.
She began riding him in earnest, bracing herself on his well-muscled chest as she pushed up and down on him again and again, never letting him quite be able to grab her hips and begin slamming into her the way he obviously wanted to, from the frustrated grunts he made every time she would roll her hips and squeeze down on him before resuming her pace. She wagged her finger and said, "Ah-ah, Sanji. You want to fuck me, you get to fuck me my way."
"Damnit, Nami—" anything more was left unsaid as she swivelled her hips and clenched down on his extremely stiff member, garnering a gasp from him as he let his head fall back on the pillow.
Finally, she could feel that familiar warmth beginning to rise within her, and she finally gave in and let Sanji grab her hips and slam into her, his grunts getting ever-louder as he frantically pumped in and out of her, his face going red with effort.
It was all Nami could do not to scream out loud as her body shook as the sudden explosion of heat rocketed through her, and she grunted through gritted lips, "Hngh! Sanji—!"
Short seconds later, his next thrust flooded her with warmth as he came, accompanied by loud grunts each time he thrust inside her, petering out as the orgasm left him.
Nami's chest heaved with her own gasps, as she finally managed to unclench her legs, drained from her own orgasm. She collapsed on top of Sanji and said the only thing either needed to say: "That was fantastic!"
A couple of days later…
Nami would always smirk just a little bit wider when Sanji would keep hitting on her, but she noticed he got less obnoxious about it now that she'd managed to get the tension out of his system. Still, it wouldn't hurt to keep him on his toes.
Nami had long since finished her meal, and was lounging against the upper railing. Down on the main deck, Luffy bellowed, "Yosh! More food, Sanji!"
Sanji bellowed from the kitchen, "THERE ARE NO MORE STEAKS, YOU IMBECILE!"
"So bring an apple!" yelled Luffy with a grin.
Zoro smacked his face into his palm, then brought his plate into the kitchen before wandering off to take a nap again. Usopp sighed and groaned aloud. "Don't you remember the last time you ate all the food? Sanji made us all clean his kitchen and then gave you a boot to the face!"
"But I'm hungryyyyy!"
Usopp gave up after that and went to go back to the crow's nest. Luffy, for his part, wondered aloud what else on the Grand Line they might encounter, prompting Nami to check her Log Pose. So far, so good.
"Oh, Nami-swaaaan~"
She smirked at Sanji, who appeared before her with another sparkling glass. "Is this free or do we need to go into my room again for this one?" she joked.
Sanji smiled back. "On the house this time. I think I'm still worn out from my first time with you."
Nami took the glass and grinned widely. "Good. I was going to hate to have to tell you I've got my eye on Zoro now."
Sanji stood dumbstruck, as she sipped the wine, then bellowed, "WHAT?! WITH THAT UNCULTURED BOOR WHO WOULDN'T KNOW A BOTTOM BLADE ROAST FROM A SWORD?"
Zoro barked, "Hey! Keep it quiet over there. I'm napping!"
Nami smirked to herself as she sipped again, and thinking how fun it was to keep Sanji from getting complacent around her.
Thanks to Skeleton-Horse for betaing this!