A/N: Damn, I'm slow at updating...anywho, pardon the intense lateness of my update (thank you for pointing that out Sanji-luver -poke of doom-) but here is chapter three and chapter four will be posted before the week is over. Enjoy me hearties.
Chapter 3
After a boisterous dinner, Nami left the rest of her crewmembers for the privacy of her room. Her body fell tiredly on her bed, curling up instinctively. At first, Nami tried to convince herself it was exhaustion that had made her want to be alone in her room, but then her mind wandered to the small conversation she'd had with Sanji. Nami had noticed that for several weeks he had been edgier and aloof; nothing like the cheerful goofball she was used to.
I wonder what's wrong with Sanji-kun…did I do something to upset him…? He seems so hostile all of a sudden… Nami wondered, rolling to her side and staring out the window as night started to fall. A sigh escaped her and she drifted off to sleep.
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It was happening again. Nami's soft, warm body was under his again. Sanji could almost feel her hot, sweat moistened skin. Her body was so incredibly responsive to everything he was doing. He could see his hands spreading her long legs open, her womanhood exposed and aroused. Sanji could feel his mouth watering, his face burning with a drunken blush; his mouth descended lower, ready to taste. His tongue was just about to touch when a loud yell made Sanji jolt from his dream. It was Luffy, banging on Sanji's door and in a panic as to why breakfast hadn't been made. Sanji had no idea what time it was, but when he caught sight of the clock he did a double take. Never, in his career as a cook, had he slept so late. Punctuality was a necessity for a cook and already Sanji felt he'd let a bit of his dream down. Sanji grumbled angrily and kicked the sweaty sheets off but paused abruptly when he noticed the intense erection he'd acquired from his sex dream. For a moment he stared dumbly, unsure of what to do, then sighed miserably. Doing his best to ignore it, he slid his pants on, rather uncomfortably, and slid a belt on.
God, I'm such a pervert… Sanji thought dismally. Even though he felt awful about the dreams he conjured about their navigator, Sanji loved the feelings they gave him. Although, he often wondered if it was more of lust than love he felt for Nami. Sanji always devoted his skills to Nami and her smile gave him the greatest joy. However, he did admit to himself that he lusted for her beautiful body.
Unfortunately, thinking about her supple body made his pants tight again. Sanji blinked and shook his head roughly, trying to clear away his lecherous thoughts.
I wonder what Nami-san would think of me if she knew I had sex dreams about her on a daily basis… Hmph, she'd probably never talk to me again… Sanji thought dejectedly. Ignoring the tightness of his pants, Sanji slid on a shirt and buttoned it up and slipped a black tie around his neck. Opening the door, he moved for the kitchen, ignoring a bouncing, whining captain hovering around him.
A/N: Yes, it's short I know, so stop crying! Just kidding. Anywho, I shall post chapter four soon and, yes, it will be longer, I promise. Lots of love kiddies!