Title: You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This

Rating: K

Characters: Sanji, Nami

Pairings: SaNa

Spoilers: None

Timeframe: Anytime

Notes: This song came on the radio and I just thought of this. "You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This" is by Toby Keith.

Summary: It was all supposed to be an act. But when Nami kisses him like this…


You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This

By Dandy Wonderous

You shouldn't kiss me like this

Unless you mean it like that

'Cause I'll just close my eyes

And I won't know where I'm at

This operation had been different than the Straw Hats' usual method of barging in and forcing things to go their way. Nami had been the main champion of secrecy, and Sanji had backed her up. Robin and Usopp had agreed, and while Zoro and Luffy weren't too happy about it, they eventually went along with the plan, waiting on the ship until Nami returned with the map (and any other treasures she happened to "find") she wanted so bad.

The rich man who held the map was holding some kind of big fancy ball at his house that night, and they decided that would be the easiest time to infiltrate. But Nami couldn't go in unaccompanied, so, as he was the only man on board with any kind of social presence, Sanji got to go along as her "date."

He had trailed her all night like a lovesick puppy, fetching her drinks whenever she ordered them, shooting any other man who got too near dangerous glares, and occasionally getting distracted by any beautiful women that passed. He had to say that the night was going well; while Nami fished for information, he got to admire her in all her stunning beauty, especially in that sparkling white evening gown.

"Nami-swaaan!" he cooed, twirling around her extravagantly. "Is there anything else I can get for you? More champagne? More chocolate? Or maybe you just want to go out on the veranda with me and enjoy the night? Ah! Mellorine!"

"No thank you, Sanji-kun," Nami replied with the disinterested tone she typically used to appease him. "Just try to be quiet, okay?"

"Yes, Nami-san, whatever you say!"

She had been skipping around on the edges of groups of party-goers, gleaning information from the most gossipy of them, but she was starting to get suspicious looks. More and more people were starting to realize that they didn't recognize this young lady or her escort from around town, and that she was simply too shifty.

"Sanji-kun," she said suddenly, voice low and slightly seductive. She grabbed his arm, and he felt a chill run down his spine. "Let's dance." And she started to lead him out to the dance floor.

"Mellorine!" he muttered, practically floating after her.

We'll get lost on this dance floor

Spinning around

And around and around and around

Nami had never ballroom danced before, but Sanji must have learned at some point. After he composed himself enough to focus, he proved to be very graceful, leading her with confidence. He was absorbed with the dance while she let herself be spun around and looked for a way into the rest of the house. There was one hallway that a large man was standing near, and she guessed that anything valuable would be that way. At least they made it obvious.

"It's so wonderful to dance with you, Nami-san," Sanji was cooing, and she looked back at him.

"I didn't know you dance, Sanji-kun," she said, the disinterested appeasement back.

"Anything to make beautiful ladies such as yourself happy, Nami-san!"

"It's very impressive…" She trailed off, looking up at him. It was a little startling to see him so close like this, looking down at her with that dopey lovesick face… Had his eye always been that blue?

"Sanji-kun…" she murmured. Then, before she really knew what she was doing, she reached up and cupped his face in her hand.

"N-nami-san?"

"Mmm…" was her reply. And then she pulled his lips to hers.

They're all watchin' us now

They think we're fallin' in love

They'd never believe we're just friends

They had stopped dancing. Standing there, on the dance floor, they were both too absorbed in the kiss to notice they where in the way. A few people on the sidelines "awwed" at the sweet spectacle.

It was sweet. Gentle, too. Their lips pressed together, just testing and tasting, not going all the way. He pulled her closer to his chest and she let him, enjoying the feel of his arm around her waist and on the small of her back. She enjoyed the taste of his lips, like smoke and nicotine, things she hadn't thought she would ever like before that were suddenly intoxicating. There was also other tastes there, spices she would never know the name of. She like the feel of them, too, and the way she could feel the muscles in his chest. She liked how she felt safe, with him holding her, shielding her from the world.

But then she remembered why she was here, and she broke it off, pulling away. "Come on, Sanji-kun," she murmured. "Let's go somewhere more private." Her eyes glinted.

She expected him to fly into a fit of "mellorines" and swooning, but instead he only nodded dumbly, slightly slack-jawed, and let her lead him off the floor. They slipped out into the garden where pairs of lovers were wandering around and hiding together behind hedges and rose bushes. She took him behind one of these hedges, which also happened to be just below a window that led to the upstairs, the part she had seen guarded.

"Okay, Sanji-kun," she whispered, all business. "If you let me get on your shoulders, I bet I can reach that window, and then-"

"N-Nami-san?"

"What?" she snapped, harsher than she meant to. She whirled to glare at him.

When you kiss me like this

I think you mean it like that

He wasn't meeting her eyes, but she could tell his was confused. "That was… That kiss was…"

"Just an act," she waved it off. "An excuse to come out here."

His head snapped up. For a second she saw the disappointment there, and then he forced cheerfulness. "Of course, Nami-san. You're so cunning!"

She found herself feeling surprisingly guilty. She hated that look, that sad, broken look that he was trying to hide so hard. He had read too much into that kiss…

She had read too much into that kiss.

She really didn't need this right now. But still…

"Sanji-kun, that… It was just an act. Nothing more."

"Of course, Nami-san."

"Just an act, got it?"

"Yes, Nami-san."

Why did he just move closer to her?

"But it didn't feel like one," he whispered.

She stared blankly back up at him.

"Nami-san, if… If it was really an act, get on my shoulders now and climb into that window. But if it… but if it wasn't…" He leaned down closer, and then froze, scared.

If you do, baby

Kiss me again

Nami stared up at him.

She started to take a step back.

Then she stopped.

And she pulled him down, just like she had down before, on that same crazy impulse.

This time, there wasn't anyone watching. No reason for acting.

She kissed him again.

The End


A/N: Cheesy, I know. But I can write pointless fluff whenever I want to!

Now on to dessert!