I went in with a fairly clear plan before sitting down to write this and that went to shit pretty quickly. So, have whatever this is instead (sanami and strawhat bonding).
Enjoy!
Sanji loved winter.
He hadn't given it much thought before but over the last few months, it had secured the top spot. And why? Because his sexy, strong, independent girlfriend wouldn't let him leave the bed in the mornings.
He hadn't noticed it at first, just thought that she was in the mood to cuddle, which had been more than fine with him. He wasn't going to question it. So far, they'd cuddled but she'd always let him get up, which was fine because he needed to get up to make breakfast for the crew, he didn't need a very, very tempting distraction so early on top of what he already had. But when they had visited their second winter island since getting together and he noticed how she would cling to him after visiting a summer island, it'd clicked into place.
Except, it made getting out of the bed without disrupting her harder. Where she would normally be on her side or loosely connected and he could slink out, now her nose was buried into the crevice of his neck and her leg thrown over his body. Not that he was complaining, he'd dreamed of this ever since he'd met her and as his hand ran up her leg, he just wished he had longer to be with her in the mornings. But she didn't deserve to be woken by Luffy's rampaging or his shouts as he fought him off.
With a gentle kiss to the crown of her head and one last caress to her bare leg, he tried to slide out from underneath without jostling her but he didn't make it far before her hold tightened.
"Mmm, it's warm," she murmured, voice still heavy from sleep and nose nuzzling into the skin of his neck. He was going to have heart palpitations, she was adorable.
"Good morning, Nami-san," he whispered, hoping to lull her back to sleep, "I have to get up for breakfast."
She moaned in discontent, "You're so warm, ten more minutes."
Her arm stretched across his chest, holding him there along with his leg and who was he to deny ten minutes from her. She relaxed when he leaned back and his own arms tightened around her body, breathing in the smell of her fruity shampoo.
She tilted her head to look up at him and pouted. "It's unfair how warm you are."
He hadn't really thought about his body heat before they got together, it was only when she pressed her freezing feet against his legs for the first time that he'd considered whether he was warm or she was cold. Now, he pondered if it was both and it made him smile to think how well suited they were for each other. He was happy he could keep her warm. Although he was sure she didn't feel that way in the summer when it was hot and the room was stuffy and he was a walking furnace.
He kissed her pout away. "It's a good thing I'm here then." His hand circled her hip, playing with the fabric of her underwear.
The haze in her eyes from sleep started to clear to make way for something very familiar that made his pulse quicken. Her fingers danced along his chest as she propositioned, "If you don't move the covers, we can do something other than cuddling."
She didn't even get the chance to finish the roll of her hips against him before he flipped them, covers firmly in place because he wasn't missing out on this crucial morning activity and listened to her giggles as he smothered kisses down her neck.
They were longer than ten minutes.
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"Quit hogging him!" Luffy demanded as soon as they'd entered the kitchen, arms crossed and pout firmly in place.
"Hogging him?!" Nami scoffed, not batting an eyelid as she sat at the table with her newspaper. "Don't be such a child, you can wait a little longer for breakfast."
Sanji moved into the kitchen, unlocking the fridge and pulling out what he'd need for breakfast. He might have felt a bit bad if it weren't for Nami's expression still fresh in his mind from when he'd made her orgasm twice earlier.
"I'm the Captain! You shouldn't challenge me!" Luffy retaliated in his brattiest tone.
"Ooooh, that was bold of him," Usopp whispered as he walked in with Chopper who nodded in agreement.
Sanji had never had two people bicker over him and whilst he was delighted one of them was Nami, he never thought the other person would be Luffy. He continued moving around the kitchen, letting them argue behind him, it wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last. Besides, she was more than capable of holding her own against Luffy, it was playful anyway.
They continued in the background, commentary from Usopp running alongside it and he only loosely followed it. He focused instead on getting two cups down from the cupboard and boiling the water.
"Sanjiiiiiiii," Luffy whined, no doubt trumped by Nami but he had no idea why Luffy thought he'd side with him.
"Don't be a brat, Luffy," Sanji said, walked to the table with two steaming cups in his hand.
"Your coffee, Robin-chan-" he placed her coffee in front of her and turned to Nami- "and your tea, Nami-san." He lingered beside her, hand running over her back to rest between her shoulder blades and she smiled up at him.
"Saw that coming," Usopp commented to Chopper and now Franky who had just entered.
"I don't know why you're squabbling over him anyway," Zoro grumbled, sauntering in like he owned the place.
It was nails on a chalkboard to Sanji and regardless that he was meant to be cooking, he could spare a few moments to kick his arse.
"Ha and what, survive on your food?" Nami mocked and Sanji's heart filled with love for her.
"Your food sucks," Luffy chimed in, turning the tables to side with Nami.
"It's not that bad!" Zoro argued, frown heavy on his face.
"Definitely last in the crew," Usopp added before squawking as he dodged around Zoro.
Which was how the crew quickly found themselves ranking everyone's cooking abilities. No one disputed Sanji's spot at the top and Nami came in at second place as Usopp explained why to the others who joined after Sanji ("It's good but expensive," "I'm an expensive lady"). Chopper came in eighth above Zoro, followed by Luffy and that was only because he could cook meat adequately well and no one mentioned the disaster stew that almost destroyed the kitchen.
The struggle seemed to be allocated spots between third place to sixth place.
"I used to cook for myself," Brook reminded everyone and the flood gates opened.
"That doesn't mean it's good though."
"Yeah, actually, can you taste anything?
"Do you even need to eat?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"It's a valid question!"
"Well he does poop."
Brook's mouth opened and Nami snaped, "Enough, we're not doing this at the table!"
A blessing really.
Brook came in sixth, Franky in fifth and surprisingly, the argument boiled down to Usopp and Robin.
Sanji's vote was an obvious choice, "Robin's third."
"You're disqualified," Usopp objected, "you're biased!"
Franky tried to intervene and came to an abrupt halt when Usopp's finger turned on him. "You're definitely biased."
"I vote Robin," Nami interjected and Usopp almost wheezed.
"I've been betrayed!"
"Robin was on the run for years, she had to cook for herself and make do with what she had, she obviously has skills!" It was a case well-made and the rest of the crew nodded, considering this.
"Hey, I have loads of spices, which I know what to do with, and I'll have you know, Kaya used to love my cooking."
"Kaya's biased," Franky muttered under his breath.
"I'm happy with fourth," Robin said pacifyingly.
"It's settled then, Usopp gets his pity third place," Sanji settled, turning to go back to the kitchen.
It had the desired effect when the crew laughed and Usopp stood, chair clanging to the floor in outrage. "Move aside, I'll do breakfast and show you!"
Breakfast was further delayed.
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They would be leaving the chill behind them shortly and whilst warmer weather would be nice, Sanji would miss it. Nami would still cuddle him (or he would to her) but she wouldn't cling to him like she did when it was cold.
And he was currently making the most of it.
He woke up spooned behind her, one arm supporting her neck and the other cuddling her to him, hand splayed across her stomach and fingers brushing the swell of her breast. Since they'd first shared a bed, she'd started braiding her hair or tying it back after it kept getting trapped or he accidently laid on it. As much as he liked her fiery mane everywhere, he felt bad when she twinged in pain when it'd somehow wormed its way under his arm. Besides, this way, it freed up her neck and shoulder.
He pressed a kiss to the soft skin of her shoulder, her skin warm against his lips and she sighed in contentment, curling in to fit against him, soaking up all the warmth of his body.
She stirred, slowly waking when he then kissed her neck.
"Morning, my love."
"Mmm, good morning," she sighed, stretching her legs as she started to wake before going boneless against him again.
"Do you know what the time is?" He didn't want to entertain the thought of getting up, but he had to. Although it still sounded eerily silent outside.
"If I tell you, will you have to leave?"
Oh?
"I always have time to spare for you."
"Good answer," she joked, dropping a kiss on the soft skin of his arm that was under her.
His hand ghosted along the skin of her stomach, palm flat to touch as much of her as possible and he couldn't resist his fingers teasingly grazing the delicate skin under her breasts. Without having to look he knew there'd be goosebumps along her arms, but not from the cold.
She quietly exhaled at the attention, body already fidgeting.
"Was there anything in mind you wanted?"
"Touch me." And despite how many times he'd heard her say that, whether exactly the same or a variation, it had the same effect.
He complied readily, not needing any further instruction for his hand to slide from her stomach to cup her breast. She gave an aborted sigh when his thumb ghosted over her nipple and it hardened under the minimal attention.
"Was this what you had in mind?" He asked and she shivered when his breath played along her neck.
"Not for the main course."
Whether it was predictable or not, he loved it when she indulged him and his arm tightened around her.
"Is this more like it?" With one last parting caress of her breast, his hand moved south back over the familiar skin of her stomach and finding her hip bone.
"Getting warmer."
His hand moved lower and her breath hitched when skimmed over the lace of her underwear, fingers teasingly stroking over her the fabric. Once last stroke and then he found the supple skin of her thigh, caressing upwards to gently encourage her leg to bend to give him space to work. Once propped up his hand was still on her thigh, taking his time to explore her.
"Colder, getting colder," she said, pout in her voice but tone heavy with arousal.
"Sorry, you're too hard to resist." Although for once he wasn't too sorry. He kissed from the bottom of her neck upwards until he reached her hairline and she shivered when his beard grazed the sensitive skin.
He didn't need any more prompting for his fingers to return to lace and she'd had to wait long enough, so he pushed the fabric aside. His fingers teased between her lips and she was just starting to get wet. Despite how cold she could be in the cooler weather; she was always hot for him here. Intent on working her up further, his fingers stroked along her, spreading the wetness and coating his fingers.
Occasionally, he'd brush the bundle of nerves at the top and her breath would jump.
It didn't take long for her to squirm and her hand grasped his forearm. "Sanji, I need more."
"Like this?" His middle finger circled around the bundle of nerves, teasing the edges without directly touching and her hand tightened on his forearm.
Her breath stuttered and hips ground down, trying to get him to touch her more. "Ahh, that's- that's it."
God, she sounded amazing already and he'd barely touched her yet.
"You sound so good. I love the noises you make for me; they turn me on so much. I could get drunk off of it."
His fingers stroked along her folds and she was properly wet now, his fingers coated from his ministrations.
She laughed breathily, caught on a moan and stuttered a moment later when his finger slipped in, testing the waters. He knew he was on the right tracks when her hand left his forearm to reach back into his hair.
"Kiss me," she demanded, voice thick and who was he to refuse such an offer?
The angle was awkward, with her twisting her upper body to meet him but it didn't matter when he was swallowing down her moans. Their lips slid, uncoordinated from her pleasure and his focus on his fingers, yet it was still hot with all the want and need poured into it.
They parted when another finger slid in and his thumb flattened on her clit, both working in coordination to make her toes curl. Her hand didn't leave his hair and he tried his best to focus on his rhythm despite the pleasure playing across her face and her hand tightening on his hair, sending little shocks down his spine.
The sounds she was making were sinful and he even knew she was trying to keep quiet. It pleased him endlessly that he could draw those sounds from her and at first, he'd got by just on his enthusiasm. Whilst that hadn't dampened in the slightest after being together for a while, now he knew her body and what was the best way to get her toes to curl.
He'd been turned on before she'd even woke, a combination of morning wood and her pressed so intimately against him. The current activities leading up to this, including his fingers currently buried in her, meant that precum was smearing in his boxers and they'd be ruined in no time but that was a price he was more than happy to pay. With the way his fingers were working her over, her hips ground against him, meeting his pace, rubbing into him.
And it was so, so good.
There was only his boxers and her dishevelled underwear so he could feel everything. With every roll of her hips, it worked him up further and further, until he was panting along with her, bucking up in time with his fingers. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, especially paired with her muffled moans and occasional groan of his name.
He focused on her pleasure first and foremost, which meant sliding in another finger and picking up the pace along with his thumb. All the years of kneading dough rewarded him now when there wasn't a cramp in sight and his hands held strength.
She was close when her grip in his hair tightened and her moans went up a pitch, slowly increasing in volume. His hips jumped at the sound, which spurred her on.
"You feel so good on my fingers, so warm and wet," he uttered into her neck. She'd confided once that when she was close, she liked hearing his voice. "The sounds you make turn me on so much, can you feel me against you? You do that to me."
She moaned, grinding back on him as if to confirm, unable to find the words in her pleasure and his fingers were unrelenting in her. She came on his finger's moments later, spasming and he couldn't hold it any longer, his eyes clamping shut when his own release rolled over him. His hips snapped and boxers turning very wet and sticky but at the moment, he was in bliss.
Her chest heaved, catching her breath and too out of it to put together a coherent thought. He knew she'd be back in a few seconds and he curled into her to bask in the moment.
He removed his fingers as gently as he could but she still let out a whimper. He brought his fingers to his mouth and hummed in content at the taste of her on his tongue. He wondered if he'd have time to sample directly from the source in a few minutes or if he'd have to find time later.
She stirred a few moments later, sighing happily before she thought of something.
"Sanji, did you-?" Her hand reached behind to palm him through his underwear and his hiss from overstimulation was answer enough.
"I'll repay you later then," she answered herself, as if making a mental note.
He was the luckiest man alive if she thought she had to repay him after that.
"That was perfect," he assured into her hair. He would be uncomfortable in a few minutes when it started to cool in his underwear but he wouldn't change a thing.
"It was," she happily sighed.
She rolled over after another moment in silence and he didn't waste any time in taking in her face. Her eyes were still hazy and cheeks flushed and it was one of his favourite looks on her. He brushed a loose piece of hair from her plait back over her shoulder, thumb stopping to brush there in affection before returning to the alluring dip of her waist.
"Hi," Nami murmured, looking adorably shy considering what they'd just done.
"Hi," he greeted back, feeling fondness bubble up in his chest for the woman in his arms.
They met in the middle for a soft kiss, lips delicately brushing against one another's in the come down of what they'd done.
"You come here often?" He murmured when they parted, warm breath dancing over her lips.
She snorted, rolling her eyes at his corniness. "Almost every night."
"Surprised I haven't seen you around," he replied, undeterred. "Must be my lucky day."
"Normally I have my boyfriend with me."
He tried not to beam with her playing along and look serious.
"Boyfriend? What deal with the devil did he make to win your heart?"
"I don't know but considering he's so good with his hands, I might want in."
"Angels don't need to get involved with devils."
She barked a laugh. "Dork," but her tone was soft and face even softer as she looked at him.
When they lulled back into silence, her hand resting on his chest and his free one soothingly skimming along her waist, his mind drifted to the last couple of days.
"I love when it's colder, you cling to me and make it so hard to leave the bed." The time was already ticking for when he'd need to leave, but he had a few minutes more.
She hummed. "I can tell, you're handsier when it's colder."
"You're just irresistible all pressed up against me. You're gorgeous," he told her in awe.
"You're not making it any easier for me." Her fingers played across his chest.
He smiled down at her. "You're welcome to cuddle up to me anytime."
"Yeah, I bet I am but you're too hot in the summer."
"Oh, so I'm just being used for my warmth?" Voice laced with faux hurt. "The pain, I might never recover."
"Well, you also know how to cook too, which is really handy. You're a bit like a Swiss army knife."
"As long as I'm your Swiss army knife."
"Only one I want."
They still had a few more days before the weather got warmer and Sanji was going to make the most of it.
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Twenty minutes later, a fresh pair of underwear and a blissed-out Nami in bed that he really didn't want to leave, he was walking into the kitchen. Scoping out the room, he found the fridge was intact, lock living up to its reputation, but the pantry door wide open.
Annoyed, but not too concerned, Sanji found Luffy looking sorry for himself in the centre of the small room.
"What did you find?" Sanji asked, now more amused than anything else as he walked past Luffy to grab some flour.
"Oliiiiiives~" Luffy snivelled from the floor, dramatically falling onto his back.
No Luffy's were harmed or neglected in the making of this. He literally has to wait like an extra 20 – 30 minutes but he's being a brat. Also, I know the crew doesn't really have a sleep schedule but indulge me.
Franky's a dad, so naturally he's good at barbequing and therefore got fifth place. That's the only thought process I put into that one.
I've been in a funny place writing wise these last few months but I think I might be getting my groove back. I'm working on multiple pieces again, which is a nice.
As always, please excuse any errors.
Thanks for reading.
