Category: Romantic Fluff
Characters: Sanji, Nami
Hello, everybody! Here's the story for SanNami Week's Day Seven Prompt, "Touch"! Can you believe it's almost over? :c
Usopp's face was screwed into a taut frown as he peered through the binoculars at the glittering expanse of stars above. It was a magnificent display, like a swathe of diamond paint streaming across a midnight blue canvas, but despite all its sparkling brilliance, Usopp seemed unimpressed. He lowered the binoculars to give Nami a dour, unconvinced look.
"I don't see any meteors yet. Are you sure that calendar is right, Nami?" She pursed her lips at the impatient inquisition, crossing her arms and tossing her tangerine hair with an affronted huff.
"It's not an exact science, Usopp! We've only been up here for five minutes. Give it a minute, will ya?" she scolded before walking across the wooden floor of the observation deck to snuggle into the space beside Sanji. She drew her knees up against her chest as she reclined lazily against his own, one arm snaking up behind his neck so her fingers could take turns between teasing the stiff fabric of his suit collar and his soft, twistable strands of hair. If she had done this six months ago, she would have a splatter of blood splashing across her hair that would rival an assault victim's, but after six months of dating, the lascivious cook had grown accustomed enough to her constant need for cuddles that he could refrain from bursting into a massive nosebleed at the slightest inkling of affection. He pulled his cigarette from his mouth, releasing the plume of thin, wispy smoke above her head, before dropping a kiss into her orange waves with a sweet smile.
Nami, being the responsible one of the crew, of course possessed a calendar that she dutifully kept up during their meandering, chaotic voyage. It was a special edition manufactured by the wizards of Weatheria that included all sorts of information on the year's predicted weather and atmospheric phenomena. Nami had happened to take a passing glance at the date and noticed that a meteor shower was hypothesized to occur around midnight that evening and had subsequently wrestled the crew into an impromptu viewing party. Naturally, they were all nestled into the absolute best viewing spot on the ship, the domed observation deck situated above the crow's nest. It had only been five minutes since midnight, but the more impatient of the crew members were beginning to grow antsy with inactivity.
"Come on, you stupid stars! Start falling!" Luffy whined and began beating on the glass window angrily, because it wasn't like he could punch the endless sky above like he wished. Nami rolled her eyes far enough back in her head to stretch the ligaments; they were so annoyingly hasty. Maybe I should have only told Sanji, that way we could have a private viewing in peace, she thought with a terse frown. Sanji, sensing her souring mood, chuckled lightly and swept the tresses of her hair from her frowning face to press a light, chaste kiss against her cheek.
"Don't worry, Nami-swan. Once it starts, they'll forget they were annoyed in the first place." That was true enough. Their neurons were only capable of propagating one emotional response at a time. She exhaled deeply and tried to force herself to relax, lounging almost entirely against his sturdy body. She was sitting with her side to the back of the circular booth-like seat that stretched around the room, with one of his legs bent at the knee behind her and the other hanging lazily off the seat to provide a rather nice armrest for her. Her back was flush to his muscular chest, enough that she could feel the gentle rhythm of his heartbeats and the relaxed rise and fall of his chest. It felt nice, snuggling with him like that, and so Nami's nerves eased a little faster than normal, especially since she could dissipate all her grouchy energy by playing incessantly with his hair. She had already threaded three or four braids into the long ends of his blonde locks.
"Oooh! I saw one!" Chopper exclaimed and pointed a hoof at the ceiling. The rest of the Straw Hats eyes followed just in time to see a thin, white line streak quickly through the painted sky. Immediately after, several of them began striping through the arrangement of stars, like a pencil scratching lines into thick paint. Collectively, they all released awed sighs; simple, but beautiful, it was, a gentle reminder of the majestic capabilities of the natural world around them. Basking in the silence as the crew's eyes locked onto the meteor shower, Nami's lips finally curled into an easy smile.
"They're gorgeous," she breathed as she tilted back her head to run the tip of her nose along the defined edge of Sanji's jawline, while her chestnut eyes remained trained on the raining stars above. A rumble of amusement vibrated in his chest as one of his arms slipped down for his index finger to begin swirling abstract patterns into the bare skin of her left thigh, which was exposed by her jean shorts bunching up nearer to her waste from her exaggerated angle. It felt like he was printing the Milky Way itself into her tanned skin; the pad of his finger would smoothly trail in a thick line before skipping around in little dots, then run swaying waves and then start all over again. The little touches ignited lightning fires in her nerves, sending jittery tingles up into the junction of her hip all the way down to her toes. Contented and a little aroused, Nami stretched out her leg fully to allow him unrestricted access to the canvas that was her skin, while her brown eyes tore themselves away from the night sky to give him a seductive stare. "Not interested in the meteor shower, hmm?"
"Oh, they're lovely, but not nearly as lovely as the fiery little comet I have sitting next to me right now." His sultry purr elicited a miniscule moan of pleasure from her, and she pushed her fingers further up the back of his head to prompt him to tilt his head down. Playfully, his lips brushed over hers while his hand continued to create artistry all over her thigh, breath puffing like stardust over her lightly flushing face. When Sanji actually had a handle on his raging fantasies, he was quite the exciting flirt. It was almost effortless for him to snatch her breath away, even six months into the venture. Still, he didn't turn Nami's mind completely to mush.
"So you're saying I have a heavenly body?" He snorted, forehead dropping to press against hers as he struggled to keep from outright laughing at her corny joke. Nami grinned cheekily, sticking out her tongue as he looked at her in giddy delight.
"I'm trying to be romantic, love," he wheezed lightly, still struggling to contain his little chuckles. His other hand had begun decorating her right shoulder with the celestial patterns now, his left hand stilling to wrap tightly around her middle and hold her against his body. All the while, he drew that invisible artwork on her, the creation that only she could admire through the titillating touches. Nami decided to forgo the space puns for now- Usopp was spitting them rapid-fire across the room and had Luffy and Chopper in stitches- in favor of allowing her boyfriend to dote on her as he wished. She fluttered her eyelashes at him, face upturned invitingly, and she paused to admire the reflections of the meteors streaking through his dark black eyes. They were like a dark nebula, the black only betrayed by distinct bends of the light that made smoky gray streams flow through his irises. She reached up to stroke a few fingers against his stubbled cheek, before cupping it tenderly and all but pulling him into a smoldering kiss.
His lips washed like gentle waves over hers, silk-smooth and pliant. They only kissed for a moment or so, as Nami did not wish for the immature boys to notice and chide them. Sanji looked a little disappointed as she moved back, but he immediately resumed covering her body in that invisible paint, jumping from her right shoulder to her left. She craned her head back to rest it against his shoulder while he began dotting little kisses over her neck, blotting her with distinct galaxies. Her eyes beheld the shimmering streams of light raining down from the heavens, the only one aware that Sanji was catching them to spread stardust and light all over her body with his caressing touches. A heavenly body, indeed… she thought wryly as her skin hummed with energy, like she was a tiny star slowly growing into something greater. Even long after the meteor shower ended and they all retired for the evening, Nami could feel the indistinct marks he had left on her, the proof of a universe's worth of unbridled love and affection…
