Category: Romantic Fluff
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Sanji, Nami
Aaaaaand I'm back at it with my fifth entry for SanNami week with the Day Five prompt, "Dance"! Happy reading~
Nami's chest swelled with a deep, relaxed breath as the morning greeted her with the sweet sound of birdsong and the pleasurable warmth of the golden sun streaming through the window. It bathed over the soft, Alabastan cotton sheets and soft down comforter that currently hugged her body to envelop her in a gentle, soothing heat. Nami lazily swept the tangerine locks that slipped into her sleepy face as she rolled onto her face, smiling as she was also greeted by the vulnerable, sleepy visage of her love- and, as of two nights ago, her husband- Sanji. Her lithe fingers slowly traveled over his sharp jawline to feel the stubbly dark hairs that were in stark contrast to his buttercup blonde hair. Her grunted something and instinctively grabbed for her hand, pressing a kiss to her fingertips though he was still entirely unconscious. Nami giggled. Even in his dreams, he was a irresolute gentleman concentrated on treating her like a princess. She debated a moment on waking him, but decided to allow him to rest- after all, yesterday had been the first day of their honeymoon, and the lascivious Nami had sure kept him occupied…
The sheets slipped from Nami's bare shoulders as she rose, slowly so as not to awaken her snoozing lover. Her white silk robe, discarded in the frenzy of the previous night's intimacies, lay in a puddle of milk-white fabric on the floor, and so she bent down to retrieve it and slip it around her person as she lightly hopped off the bed. She tied the straps around her middle as she padded over to the large window, fingers brushing aside the lovely curtains as she basked in the scenic beauty of the countryside.
For their week-long excursion, Sanji and Nami had rented a solitary cabin on a picturesque resort island world-renowned for its "lovers' lane" landscape. Many famous pirates had boasted honeymooning and vacationing at the place, but it paid hefty sums in consolation to the World Government to prevent Marine raids and such. The island boasted a sub-tropical climate zone which allowed for it to maintain a wide variety of microecosystems on its sprawling mass, such that everyone had a destination for their tastes, just about. Nami and Sanji had settled on a quaint little structure settled in prairie-like setting, with a grandiose meadow of flowers stretching around them in all directions pretty much as soon as the building ended. The flower field was framed in a ring of deciduous forest, providing a nice dark contrast to the colorful sea that swirled within its boundaries. Nami eased open the window and breathed in deeply to savor the scent of nectar and aromatic pheromones that danced on the lightly fluttering breeze; just at the foot of the window, a collection of yellow wildflowers swayed in the blades of bright green grass, as if they were dancing in joy that the young navigator was beholding them. Fresh air was good for the soul, so Nami left the window cracked as she stole out of the room.
Her steps were light and skipping, like a fairy's prance through the treetops as she scurried down the hallway and out the front door. Nami wasn't concerned about stopping to eat breakfast; Sanji had a sixth sense for her absence, and he would awaken soon enough. She left the front door open, the only barrier between the house and the natural world a dark screen door, as her bare feet met fresh, loamy soil. The scent of the flower meadow was ten times stronger now that she was standing right in it, and she felt like hundreds of refreshing aromas swirled in her lungs as she took another deep, contented breath. The loose fabric of her robe ruffled around her knees as the wind swept through once more, and the flower petals and their grassy complements sang in a soft hum as if announcing her queenly presence. Nami traveled a few paces down the sandy, winding that demarcated the path to the cabin before crouching down to admire a clump of bright pink flowers growing just by. Her finger swept over the soft petals, softer than the silk she was currently clad in. Then, will a gleeful shout, she jumped from the path to run headlong into the flowery haven, spinning around with her arms in the air in a wild, freeform dance. There was just something about it all that made Nami feel so free and light, like she were on the sea again. This time, a sea of color and blooms.
Humming a tune for which she had long forgotten words, Nami closed her eyes and basked in the warming sunlight and cooling breeze and soft kisses of the growth around her as she began dancing nonsensically through the meadow. Her arms swayed above her head as her body twisted and legs kicked out before her toes touched back down onto the soft soil, only to flip back up a moment later. Her tangerine hair whirled around her like waving ribbons, while her rob flapped lightly like a flag of surrender. Nami was surrendering, surrendering to the sublime majesty of the natural world around her; she could not help but abandon herself to the silent song of the morning light. She opened her eyes to look up at the expanse of baby blue sky above that was clawed with thin, wispy clouds barely concealing the burning sun. A gasp of delight fell from her mouth as a particularly strong gust of wind burst across the meadow, ripping the flower petals asunder to send them spiraling in a vibrant tornado all around her. At first she lamented their loss, but the meadow was still plenty rich yet, and the danced on the ever-shifting wind to be whisked away to carry joy to many others…
Nami's body arched about to find her husband leaning casually in the door frame, arms crossed and a smile painting his face as beautifully as the world around her. He was only wearing a pair of baggy pajama pants and that smile, like it was all he needed to get by. Silently, Nami beckoned him with a languid wave of her hand; he pushed himself off the doorjamb to trod over to her, instantly taking that offered hand of hers to kiss the top lightly, like a king would his queen. Purring merrily, Nami pressed herself against him and wound her arms around his neck, but the tune still throbbed in her fingers, making them dance insistently in his golden threads of hair for relief.
"Good morning."
"Good morning, my love," he whispered as he ran the tip of his nose along her jawline only for his face to hop up to deliver a soft kiss to her cheekbone.
"How long have you been watching me?" she asked, admittedly embarrassed. She probably looked like an idiot, waving around in the meadow like she was trying to summon a devil or something. Sanji snorted lightly in laughter, probably knowing just why she had inquired. His hand traveled a repetitive path up and down her spine and goosebumps rose in the wake of his touch, so prominent that he could likely feel them through the thin fabric of the silk. He pressed another kiss into her cheek, which had reddened considerably since she had uttered the question.
"I'm not sure. I was so enthralled, I lost track of time." Nami's heart immediately swelled. God, this man knew just the things to say to have her swooning like a teenager all over again. At the inviting flutter of her thick eyelashes, he let out a rumbling chuckle before pressing a chaste kiss to her cherry-red lips, hand faltering to rub little rhythmic circles into both of her hips. After the long, lingering peck, he pulled back from her to smirk at her with glittering eyes. "You don't mind if I join you, do you?"
"Not at all," Nami responded happily. He easily pulled her into a waltzing position, like they had assumed two nights prior. They were a far cry from the regal couple clothed in a wedding dress and a tuxedo, but Nami felt no less the blushing bride in her little white robe with her handsome partner clad only in pajama bottoms. With a flourish and a laugh, Sanji began spinning her animatedly through the flowers, their bare feet swishing through the blades of grass and delicate flowers as they made the meadow their own private ballroom. The wind playfully nipped at them in conjunction, spraying them in the perfume of their honeymoon hideaway. Nami buried her face into the crook of Sanji's neck; the pleasing aroma of the flowers mingled well with his robust scent of spices and herbs and cigarette smoke. He pulled her flush to her body as he dropped kisses into her hair like raindrops. "Will you dance with me like this forever?" she asked him suddenly, against his skin.
"Every day for the rest of our lives," he affirmed without hesitation. A smile curled onto Nami's lips. What a man to fall in love with, she was reminded every single day…
