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Ever since Sanji and Nami have confessed their mutual attraction to one another, they have spent an incredible amount of time together, not caring if anyone in the crew has anything to say about it. Currently, Nami is sitting atop Sanji’s kitchen work station, watching as her cook boyfriend chops vegetables to prepare for tonight’s dinner of fried rice. She watches the precise, finely tuned movements Sanji makes while quickly dicing three white onions, the blade obediently dancing in his hands. The control with which Sanji controls the knife thoroughly amazes Nami as he dices, slices, and juliennes vegetables with ease. Prior to them becoming a couple, Nami had never watched Sanji’s hands as closely as she has the past few weeks since the infamous Black Leg Sanji prefers to do battle and wage war with his feet, much like Red Foot Zeff before him. Now, Nami stares entranced as Sanji cuts perfectly even pieces of beef for the protein in their fried rice, his hands practically flying even as he maintains full control of the knife encircled by his palm.
It makes sense now, Nami concludes to herself, that Sanji’s hands are easily his most versatile weapon in the kitchen. As she continues to watch Sanji work in the kitchen, nearly mesmerized by his movements, Nami suddenly becomes aware that Sanji is now standing in front of her. A smirk plays on his lips, his famous curly eyebrows peaked in intrigue, and a nearly finished cigarette dangles between his lips.
“See something you like?” he questions, a teasing tone in his voice.
“Your hands,” Nami blurts out before she can stop herself, causing Sanji to chuckle.
“Ah, I see. You were watching me, hmm?” Sanji hums, running his hands over Nami’s arms, spine, and neck, eliciting goosebumps all down Nami’s body.
“Yes,” Nami sighs, practically melting into Sanji’s touch. “Sanji, don’t stop,” she nearly begs, desire in her voice.
“Don’t stop, you say? You like that, hmm, my little tangerine?” the cook inquires, a husky tone overtaking his voice.
“How much time until dinner?” the navigator breathily asks.
“Long enough for what you’re thinking, love,” Sanji assures with a wink, dragging Nami behind him by the hand.