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Between all of their physically intimate moments together on this honeymoon, Nami and Sanji have simply enjoyed spending uninterrupted time together without the crew looking on. This particular morning, Nami and Sanji awaken in each other’s arms, Nami’s bare back tucked against Sanji’s bare chest with snow blowing outside their cabin. Stretching in the morning sun, Nami turns to face her handsome husband, a smile immediately gracing her features. Almost as if he feels his wife’s gaze on his form, Sanji’s eyes open and he smiled back at Nami, love sparkling in his blue eyes.
“Good morning, my darling wife,” Sanji whispers, his voice still heavy with sleep.
“Good morning, my handsome husband,” Nami gently returns, parting her lips and bestowing a kiss to Sanji’s lips, causing the blonde cook to hum blissfully.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, cuddling closer to Nami, their body heat helping to combat the frigid temperatures outside of their bed.
“Of course. I had you beside me and was in your arms,” Nami softly smiles as she whispers into the crook of Sanji’s neck. “What about you, love?”
“I slept well, too, but I was subconsciously alert in case my Nami-swan needed my protection or my amorous advances,” Sanji winks, gently biting the side of Nami’s neck as they snuggle closer together.
Nami playfully slaps Sanji on the chest, a twinkling laugh exiting her lips.
“You already married me, Sanji,” she continues to laugh. “You don’t have to flatter me so much,” Nami assures, tracing her name with her fingertips over Sanji’s chest and abdomen.
“I, along with everyone else, am still in awe as to how I got so damn lucky to have you agree to be my bride,” Sanji softly admits, devotion and love for Nami evident in his voice, words, and expression.
“I wonder that about how I convinced you to be with me despite my attitudes and moodiness. I really, really lucked out with you, Sanji,” Nami lovingly says, nuzzling against Sanji’s face. “I love you, Sanji.”
“I love you, too, Nami,” Sanji returns the sentiment, tightening his hold on his wife. “You know, I think I love winter most of all now.”
“Why do you think that? Hmm?” Nami hums, sleep threatening to claim her in its comfort again.
“When else can I celebrate our wedding, honeymoon, and have keeping you warm as an excuse to make love to you every morning?”