Done for the OP_FanForAll. Also, weirdly written.
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"I can't believe they left without us..." Shoulders slump, dejected.
Annoyed. "For the last time, Sanji-kun, they have to get rid of the marines chasing the Sunny and then they'll come back for us."
Grabbing his hair, nearing panic-state. "But how will they do that without their wonderful navigator?!"
Calm, waving a hand in dismissal. "Robin and Franky are with them so I wouldn't worry. They should be back by morning." Turning her back to the sea. "Sanji-kun, find us a safe place for the night."
"HAAAII, NAMI-SWAN!!" Happiness returns.
***
The small abandoned shack efficiently cuts the freezing wind but unfortunately lacks a fireplace, which is a ridiculous thing on a winter island.
She's sitting against the wall, feeling a bit cold but it's bearable. "Sanji-kun, what's that noise?"
"M-my t-teeth ch-ch-chatt-tering, N-Nami-s-san." Trembling, curling in on himself next to her, puffing on his last cigarette.
She looks at his coat covering her legs, feeling a tad guilty but he offered it to her so it's his fault... Throws the coat at him. "Take it back." The air is cold on her bare legs. Takes a mental note to never wear a skirt on a winter island, ever again.
Pleasantly surprised. "Nami-san is so generous!" He slips his arms into his coat, feeling instantly better because Nami-san's concern for his comfort warms his heart.
***
She's rubbing her hands vigorously along her thighs, trying to keep feeling in them and pointedly ignoring the blond chef next to her, who's nursing a bump on his head after suggesting one too many times, to warm her with his body.
***
Shyly. "Nami-san?" Trying again because she really does look cold and he is too and he's not even having ungentlemanly hidden motives anymore... Almost.
Knowing they're still stuck for a few too many long hours, she sighs, giving in. Without warning, she straddles him. "Try anything and I kill you." Unzips his coat then slips her arms under it and around his torso.
Blushing, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her. "Hai, Nami-san." Yelping when she buries her face in the crook of his neck. "Ah! Your nose is cold!"
Smiling. "Are you complaining, Sanji-kun?" Teasing.
Shaking his head, hearts in his eyes. "NOT AT ALL! Far from me to have such an idea!"
Presses her body against his. "Good."
***
He's feeling much warmer now. Blaming the ungentlemanly thoughts that are back and stronger than ever, and he can't help it because his beautiful Nami-san is wriggling against him.
She's starting to think that sharing body warmth was a good idea but her legs are still cold and maybe if she could get him to radiate some more heat it'd be enough. Shouldn't be too hard...
He tenses when her hand reaches between their bodies and skilfully unzips his pants despite being wearing mittens. "N-Nami-san?" And here he had been hoping she hadn't noticed his predicament but of course his beautiful goddess is far too clever. Fearing her rightful wrath and his imminent castration. "I'm so sorry, Nam-"
She shuts him up with a kiss, telling herself it's only because it's another way of fighting the cold.
***
His burning hands are slowly caressing her thighs even though she ordered him not to try anything. She decides to forgive him this offence because she really is generous, and because he looks like it's already taking all of what's left of his rational mind to not do more than that.
Congratulating herself for her ingenious plan to keep warm, she rolls her hips once more, drawing another moan out of him.
***
It's dawn and Luffy is joyously waving at them from the approaching Sunny and she's hopping where she stands, willing them to hurry and pick them up so she can get a hot bath because she's got cold again, since leaving the shack (and Sanji's embrace). She looks at him and his cheeks are still bright red and he doesn't look like he's freezing at all. It's so unfair.
