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The Chef's Princess	By : Lady_Kae Category: +M to R > One Piece Views: 9739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Chef's Princess
Chapter Three: Some Scars Never Heal
A One Piece Fanfiction

The Strawhats got used to seeing a seeing a different side to Sanji over the course of the next three weeks. The two could be seen either in the kitchen or out on the patio whenever Genevieve was home and on one of her rare days off, there had even been one point where Sanji had mock chased Genevieve through her mansion playfully. Her shrieks of laughter had had the rest of the crew laughing along with the two for hours. That chase had ended when Genevieve sent Sanji barreling into the pool, though he had pulled her in with him in retaliation.
In that time, not only had the material for the sails arrive, but Genevieve had Nami’s wedding dress a third of the way completed. The basic gown was done, but it was all the little embellishments that was taking as long as it was. The gown itself was being beaded painstakingly so to include tiny mimics of Nami’s tattoo, not that Genevieve had let the bride see it yet either. No, the unvieling of this gown to Nami was going to be the highlight of Genevieve's career.

Sanji sighed happily as he made his way through the town carrying a lunch box for Genevieve. His heart felt lighter than it had in years because of the seamstress. Sanji had never realized how tight his chest had been until it disappeared slowly over the last few weeks. Yes, he had moved on and he was finally honoring Tamara's last wish for him. The lunchbox in his hand tapped against his leg and Sanji couldn't help but chuckle. He had been doing this for the last week ever since he had found out that she was skipping out on the midday meal because she was wrapped up in her work and it was the only way he could actually get Genevieve to actually sit down and eat. He walked through the door of the boutique, and Genevieve beamed at him with a smile so bright it nearly blinded him. “ Sanji!” she exclaimed, and she rushed over to him to give him a kiss.
Sanji smiled even as he kissed her back. Damn he was going to miss this, miss her, when the time came to leave Romoria. He only hoped he would have a chance to return for her before the Strawhats left the Grand Line. Make no doubt about it, Sanji was not going to be returning home without Genevieve. “ I like getting hellos like that.” he chuckled. “ I brought lunch for you Genny.” He was the only one allowed to call her that, as Brook had attempted to use the pet name and had gotten snapped at.
“ Thanks hun.” Genevieve replied. “ I’m glad you got here. I’ve got something I want you to try out for me. I had Mr. Harrod order a few bolts of this when he ordered the material for the sails, and I want your opinion on them. She brought over a pair of slacks and she handed them excitedly to Sanji. “ Go try them on! Come on!”
Sanji laughed as his paramour pushed him towards the fitting stall and he closed the curtain behind him. “ So far so good, Gen.” Sanji said appraisingly as he slid the pants up. “ I like the material. It’s soft, smooth, and it’s got a nice gloss to it too. What’s so special about this pair of slacks though?”
“ Let’s go out back!” Genevieve replied randomly and cryptically. “ How do they fit?”
“ Perfectly. I don’t think any pair of pants I’ve worn have ever fit this well.” Sanji said honestly. He followed Genevieve through the store to the backyard of the shop.
“ That’s because you haven’t been measured correctly in a few years I’d wager. You’re one hundred and eighty centimeters tall Sanji, not one hundred and seventy three centimeters like you told me a few weeks ago.” Genevieve remarked. She pointed to the tree. “ Go ahead and give it a couple of kicks.”
Sanji, though completely confused, followed her directive and he went through a few of his hard hitting kicks. He was worried about the state of the slacks once he was through. The bark on the tree was sharp enough to tear fabric.
Genevieve was smiling from ear to ear. “ See any damage to them?” she asked.
Sanji was already looking them over when she asked. “ Nothing. What did you make these things out of, spun steel or something?”
“ It’s a durable fabric out of the north blue, fire proof, mostly cut proof. High ranking navy officers use it, but Mr. Harrod was able to get me a couple bolts thanks to a contact of his. I’m going to be making quite a few pairs for you now that I know they work great and you’ll have a couple of matching jackets for them too. This way you can keep the iconic suit you’re wearing without having to sacrifice style for hardiness.” Genevieve answered. She was surprised when Sanji pinned her to the back wall of the shop as his lips crashed against hers, but she relaxed into his kiss nonetheless. If only she wasn’t so scared to go the rest of the way…
Those thoughts were quickly pushed to the wayside as Sanji deepened their kiss. His hands were running down her arms, and soon over her hips as he drew her closer against his body. Genevieve could feel his manhood, hard and ready, trapped between them and she shivered. There had been a few points over the last week alone where they had gotten to this point, but every time, Genevieve had turned back.
“ Sanji…” she whimpered. “ Sanji we need to calm down.”
“ Any particular reason why?” he purred in her ear, only to chuckle sexily as she shuddered at the sound of his voice.
“ This isn’t the only scar I have, Sanji.” Genevieve replied painfully. “ I honestly don’t want you to see it either.” There were tears in her eyes as she thought about that scar, about the night she got it. It was by no means small either, and Genevieve felt Sanji brush away her tears.
“ Okay, Genny. I’m sorry...I didn’t know that was the case. I thought you were nervous because…” Sanji didn’t finish his sentence but Genevieve caught on.
“ I have no reason to be nervous Sanji. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.” Genevieve kissed his forehead and she began walking back inside. “ By the way, pick out colors you like and put them by my sewing machine. I’ll make some new shirts to go along with the suits I’m making for you” she said softly with a smile.
" I will." Sanji sighed a bit and he kicked the wall carefully. He didn’t want to send the building crashing down around her after all. What was it going to take to get it through Genevieve’s head that her scars didn’t push him away? A thought came to mind and he smiled to himself. Maybe Sanji could convince the others to head over to check on the ship tonight, and to get it cleaned up. Knowing Frankie, he’d put the crew to work if he so much as saw a barnacle on the side of the Thousand Sunny. Well, it was worth a shot, though he was sure that the rest of the crew would oblige him. If not tonight, than it would have to be the night before they left. Sanji could always meet them in port.

Genevieve was smiling to herself as she hummed, working on the beading once more for Nami’s dress. The bell of the gown had a panel of tangerine orange silk in the front center of it and it certainly made the dress stand out. The minute Nami had mentioned that she had been raised on a tangerine orchard had put the idea in Genevieve’s head, along with the tattoo. Once the beading was complete, the seamstress planned to add a pinwheel shaped bow to the back. This way she was honoring the two people who Nami regarded as her parents.
“ Alright Genevieve. It’s time to put the needle down for the night and lock up the shop. No appointments tomorrow so you have a chance to get a lot of the work done on this dress. I can’t wait until we can get the pictures of it! Oh, we are going to have brides lining up for you to make their gowns for them!” Grigori Harrod exclaimed excitedly. He was a damn good tailor himself, and he was working on the sails for the ship while Genevieve worked on her friend’s dress. “ You can let your friends know the sails will be ready in three more days.”
Genevieve shook her head, confused by that statement. She was good, but she wasn't that good. “ I haven’t even started them yet, Mr. Harrod. I wanted to finish Nami’s dress before I did those up.” she retorted.
“ I’ve been working on the sails for you, Genevieve. And you don’t have to tell them right away if you’re not ready. Bear in mind that the navy will be doing it’s rounds of the town very soon. We don’t want them caught.” Harrod said worriedly. Genevieve would only feel horrible if her new friends were to be caught by the Navy here. Especially that young man that came to visit her during her lunch breaks. Unbeknownst to Genevieve, he was already planning on telling her to join them. He hadn’t seen her this happy, no this alive since he hired her on almost five years ago. He just needed to find a way to tell her friends that he wanted them to take her with them.
Genevieve nodded worriedly. That was in a week. She still had four days worth of beading to do on the dress, maybe another week until it was finished. “ I think we can keep them hidden for the day. I have to finish this dress before they go.”

Genevieve could hear her house guests laughing amongst themselves from the foyer. By the sound of it, they had gone out to the patio for Sanji to smoke. A couple of tears streaked down her cheeks. In two weeks, her house would be empty again, and she’d go back to being alone. Alone like she had been for the last five years. She bypassed joining them tonight and instead shot straight up to her work room. It was the one room in the house that was off limits. She was getting clothing ready for all of them to take, so that they had something for any occasion. Thick, wool and fleece lined winter coats, warm mittens for the winter isles. Light, airy clothing for the spring and summer isles, complete with protective cloaks and hoods for desert climates. Pull over sweaters and scarves for the fall isles.
If only she could join them…
Genevieve shook her head. No, that wasn’t even an option! If she did that, everything she had worked towards the last five years would come undone.
Then why did she still have a bag packed with everything she wanted to take, including a large box for her pet project. The very reason she had restricted everyone from this room. Why had she pulled out every single berry she had earned and had place it in a large suitcase to add to the crew’s funds for fabric.
The next two weeks are going to bring one hell of a crossroads to me…Genevieve thought. She was ready to run off on a whim with these pirates, all because of Sanji. He was also the reason she knew that she shouldn’t go at all, lest he learn the truth behind her scars.
“ What am I going to do?” she whimpered into the room. Tears rolled down her cheeks and Genevieve brushed them away. She didn't have the luxury of time. There was still work to be done.

Sanji sighed heavily. He could hear Genevieve in the next room crying herself to sleep again. He was fairly certain he knew why. Everything that they knew about her didn’t add up at all. Not a damn thing. The makeup that came away from her arm was the biggest kicker. Sanji had had a lot of time to think over the last five weeks alone, and he had spent it analyzing everything that Genevieve had told him. There was one other thing. During the first week that they had been in town, Genevieve had used her right hand. As if it was completely unintentional, Sanji had noticed that she was using her left hand for almost everything nowadays. You didn’t switch dominant hands like that, not that easily at least.
He was about to head outside for a cigarette when he heard something else from Genevieve’s room. His brow furrowed, Sanji shook his head. He couldn’t take another minute more of this.

Genevieve was swearing under her breath as she picked up the broken glass from the floor. She hadn’t meant to drop the glass in her hand, but she couldn’t get them to stop shaking. The crew was leaving in a week, and from there, Genevieve was going to say goodbye to Sanji once and for all. She hoped that their time together had healed his heart enough to convince him that he needed happiness in his life again, but she was crushing her own with these actions. She didn’t want this to happen again.
It was for the best though.
A soft knock at the door made her freeze. She was only in a negligee. A very short, and very sheer negligee in her favorite color of red.
“ I’m coming in whether you want me to or not.” came Sanji’s voice.
Genevieve hurriedly put the pieces of glass in the wastebin and she jumped under her blankets. She didn’t want Sanji seeing her like this. She didn’t want him to see that damn scar! Thank god the lights were off.
The door opened and closed softly, and Sanji padded over to the bed as silent as a ghost. Genevieve wasn’t sure if he had turned back or not, but she stiffened when she felt the other side of the bed dip and his weight joined hers. One arm snaked under the pillow as the other pulled her tighter against his body.
“ I know you’re awake.” He whispered against her neck. “ You don’t have to say a word. I just can’t let you keep hurting yourself like this.” He turned her in his embrace and Genevieve sniffled as she tried to hold back. “ Don’t bottle it up. I’m right here...Just let go.”
And she did.

Sanji woke the next morning to find Genevieve sitting at her vanity. Again, there was only smooth, flawless skin on her left arm as he looked. Had he been wrong all along in his thinking? What if Genevieve was ambidextrous? Everytime the two had cuddled on the divan while she sewed, she had been tucked under his left arm because he smoked with his right hand. Nonetheless, he smiled as he looked at her. “ Good morning gorgeous.” he said.
Genevieve jumped slightly and her brush clattered to the floor. “ Sanji. It’s still early. You can sleep some more if you want to.” she replied with a smile. “ Thank you for last night by the way. It’s the best I’ve slept in a long, long time.”
“ What’s making you hurt Gen?” he asked her as she came to sit on the bed beside him. “ Why have you been crying yourself to sleep every night?”
“ Because I’ll be alone again once all of you leave. You won’t be here any more Sanji. It’ll be over…” she whispered this last part softly and Genevieve felt Sanji cup her cheek as he sat up. His lips slid over hers tenderly and she almost burst into tears right then and there.
“ Who said it needed to be? I’m coming back for you, Genevieve. I don’t care how long it takes, when we finally leave the Grand Line, I’m bringing you back with me.” Sanji admitted. “ Make no doubt about it either.”
Genevieve shut Sanji up before he could say another word.

Genevieve smiled brightly, her heart soaring higher than any cloud in the sky. Due to the mood in which she had left the house, she had been nothing but energy since getting to the boutique. It showed too. The dress she had been painstakingly working on for the last month was done, and it was beautiful! Nami’s wedding gown was all set to go and she still had another week before the Strawhats left her home. Sanji had not been happy about the news when she had told them over breakfast last week, but they were all getting into gear on purchasing everything they would need for the two month trip to Sensenbor Island. Tomorrow, Genevieve would be able to present the gown to the glowing bride and maybe they would have their wedding before leaving. She wanted to see that dress go down the aisle so badly.
Harrod patted Genevieve’s shoulder proudly as he looked at the wedding dress. “ It’s everything she’s going to want it to be I’m sure.” he said. “ Why don’t you go over to Maggie’s and get a bottle of champagne. This one calls for a celebration.”
“ Maggie’s shop is halfway across town and Sanji will be here any minute with lunch, Mr. Harrod.” Genevieve countered.
“ I’ll make him wait. Besides, I want to hand off the sails today so that they can get them strung up into place before they leave. They’re starting their preparations, right?” Harrod actually wanted Sanji to tell the rest of his crew to start loading the things Genevieve would need to take with her. He had supplies he wanted to send off with her too.
Genevieve rolled her eyes and she sighed. “ Don’t let him leave without me coming back first.” she conceded.

Genevieve hadn’t been gone a full twenty minutes when Sanji walked through the door. Genevieve wasn’t at her machine. “ Mr. Harrod, did Genny step out for a moment?” he called to the back of the store.
“ Back here my boy! Come here a moment!” Harrod replied. He was taking photos of the completed wedding dress. Hopefully they would be able to get pictures of Nami in it too to make it complete.
“ Where’s...Oh wow...Nami’s going to faint when she sees this.” Sanji said honestly. He had been the only one to get little peaks of the dress here and there while Genevieve was making it.
“ I sent her to get a bottle of champagne, but I wanted to talk to you alone in all honesty. You’re leaving next week, right?” Harrod asked. His brown eyes looked up at the tall young man beside him.
“ Unfortunately.” Sanji replied, his brow furrowed.
“ I wanted to ask you to take Genevieve with you. I was famous in my own right before she began working here. I’ll still be able to manage if she’s gone. Genevieve has been so much happier ever since you came into her life, Sanji. I’ve known her for the last five years. I’ve never seen her in love before, but I’m pretty sure she’s in love with you. She’s very much like a daughter to me, and I just want to see her happy. If that means becoming a pirate…” Harrod gave Sanji a big, cheesy smile with both thumbs up. “...I say go for it!”
The only thing we ask is that you continue to make her as happy as you have…King Percival had penned those words to him years ago. It seemed as if Harrod was cut from the same cloth, no pun intended towards the tailor of course. “ That’s Genny’s choice in the long run, but I’ll talk to her about it tonight. I’ll ask her to join us.” Sanji replied.
Harrod jumped for joy at that reply. “ Now this really does call for a bottle of champagne! Genevieve should be back any minute now!” he exclaimed. “ Make sure you have Franky come get the sails. I’ve also got a bunch of supplies I’m sending with all of you, including more material for more sails should it come to it. This way, you all won’t be stuck in port for a long time and Genevieve can get them done right then and there.”
“ Sounds good to me, Mr. Harrod.” Sanji replied with a big smile of his own.

Genevieve laughed as Sanji popped the cork on the bottle for them and he filled each of their glasses to the brim.
“ To Nami and Zoro! She’s going to knock him on his ass when she goes down the aisle in this dress!” Genevieve said spritely.
“ To friendship, old and new, may the bonds never be severed.” Harrod seconded.
“ To Genevieve, the best damn seamstress on the Grand Line.” Sanji finalized.
Their toasts charged, the three knocked back their glasses and Harrod boxed the newly finished gown with care.
“ I know you wanted her to see it tomorrow, but I have a feeling you’re dying to show it to her tonight.” Harrod said sagely. “ See if we can get her picture in it too.”
Genevieve beamed at Harrod. “ Thank you.” she whispered.
“ When will I get the chance to see you in one of these, Genny?” Harrod asked her as he handed her the box. Genevieve blushed crimson at the question, as did Sanji. The old man had just pretty much asked him if he was going to propose to the young woman. He had only been here a month! He had known Tamara for years before asking her to marry him! His loud boisterous laughter filled the shop. “ Both of you get going. I’ll close everything up. And Sanji…”
“ Yes sir?”
“ Don’t forget to have Franky come get the sails seeing as you need to get dinner started for all of you.”
“ I’ll send him over the minute we get back.” Sanji replied with a smile.

Nami was in Genevieve’s room with her when the bride to be opened the box. “ Genevieve! Oh my goodness! It’s perfect!” Nami gingerly lifted the dress and she looked to Genevieve. “ Can I put it on, please?!”
Genevieve smiled. As a seamstress, this was what she lived for, seeing the look in her client's eyes when they looked upon their new gowns. This gown would have so much more significance though. Nami would be wearing it when she swore her undying love and fidelity to Zoro. She nodded and Nami squealed again in happiness. Genevieve was silent as she helped Nami into the gown and once everything was in place, she looked Nami over.
“ I was wrong...You’re not going to knock Zoro on his ass when he sees you in this. The entire male portion of the crew is going to be on the floor.” Genevieve said proudly. Her eyes widened in afterthought and she smiled broadly. “ Please let it be a windy day when you two get married!”
“ Why?” Nami replied. Genevieve dragged her over to the standing mirror and Nami was curious as she was forced to look over her shoulder. Then Genevieve touched a finger to the bow.
It was a functional pinwheel! Nami smiled brightly. “ You’re a genius!” she exclaimed. “ I wish you could be there. Zoro and I are planning to get married back in Cocoyashi Village once we leave the Grand Line.” Nami replied. Her gaze softened considerably as she looked Genevieve in the eye. “ I’m going to miss you so much.”
Genevieve nodded silently. She didn’t dare speak and turn it into a crying fest. Helping Nami from the gown and placing back into the box for safe keeping, Genevieve glared as someone knocked on the door. She had been hoping for a little bit of girl talk between them. More specifically Genevieve had questions she wanted to ask about Sanji.
“ Genny, Nami, dinner’s ready.” came Sanji’s voice.
“ Have you two…” Nami began, a sly smile on her face.
Genevieve shook her head. They had come very, very close this morning, but Genevieve’s insecurities about her scar had stopped them once more. “ No, and I plan to keep it that way. It’ll make saying goodbye easier for both of us.” Her hand gripped her left arm a bit tightly. Last night had been too close. Much too close. Allowing them all to stay here was running the risk that they would find out the truth. That Sanji would find out...
If that happened, it would break Sanji’s heart all over again.
Nami shook her head. “ I’d say it’s a damn shame. Any man that cooks as well as he does has to be a damn good lover in bed.” she said, her tone wistful. She pulled her shirt back on and exited Genevieve’s room. Sanji was waiting for her.
“ Well?” he asked Nami.
Nami smiled dreamily. “ It’s a perfect fit.” She patted his shoulder and shook her head. “ Just like she is for you, you know.” Without another word, Nami walked off towards the dining room.
Sanji sighed as well as he entered Genevieve’s room. “ Are you going to join us tonight or are you going to your work room again?” he asked her.
Genevieve set the box down on her writing desk as she thought over his question. “ I don't know yet." Genevieve's eyes glossed over in sadness. She had to make sure he was okay with not going any further than they had. " Sanji, would you be okay with us not…” She colored a bit as she thought of the best way to word it. “...Not making love before you all leave?”
“ This is about that other scar you’re hiding again? I saw it a little this morning you realize.” Sanji asked. He closed the door. Everyone had already started eating anyways. He also made sure to put some aside for the two of them in the event something like this happened. Sanji had been trying to build up Genevieve’s self confidence in her body, and it was slow going.
Genevieve nodded. Her back was to him and she felt Sanji turn her to face him. His lips met hers and Genevieve couldn’t help herself. She reacted like a moth to flame.
“ Gen, your scars are part of you, they tell a story. I won’t think differently of you because of them. You’re still beautiful to me.” he whispered against her lips. “ I don’t want a simple goodbye between us. Not when you’re the reason I feel like this again. I’ve been afraid to risk my heart, Gen, but you...You up and plundered it without asking.” Sanji kissed Genevieve much more boldly this time, and she gasped into his mouth as his hands slid under the hem of her shirt. It was a large scar, stemming from just under her ribs on the left side to under the waistband of her jeans. It probably ran over her hip. Sanji felt unspeakable anger fill him for a moment. Who could hurt such a precious, defenseless woman like her? That wound had been meant to kill, and still Genevieve lived. He lifted her shirt, and Genevieve’s arms followed as if she were on automatic.
Her torso bared to him, Sanji pulled away from her mouth and he began kissing his way down slowly and reverently. Surely she had to realize what she had come to mean to him. His hands deftly undid the button of her jeans and he began sliding those down her legs as his mouth moved through the valley of her breasts. Genevieve’s hands were tangled in his hair, trying to direct his movements, but Sanji was a man on a mission. He was going to make her realize just how beautiful she was, no matter what scars she bore on her body.
Genevieve felt Sanji lower her onto her bed, but she was too far gone to care right now. Part of her wanted to know, the other part was terrified. Her panties soon hit the floor with the rest of her clothing and she laid before him in her glory. The look in his eyes was of acceptance, desire, passion. Genevieve tried to sit up, but Sanji stayed her. Whatever that man was up to, he wasn’t done.
Sanji pressed another kiss into her flesh, this time over the scar that dominated her abdomen. Genevieve took those scant moments to get five of the eight buttons on his shirt undone. Thank god he wasn’t wearing his jacket this time. Sanji removed his tie, sending it flying over near the vanity. Genevieve sighed softly as he pressed a sweet kiss into her scar and tears filled her eyes. It had been too long since she had felt this beautiful, and it was because of Sanji. One last kiss pressed into her hip and she felt his hand smooth over her reverently.
“ I don’t see this scar as something ugly Genevieve. It’s a testament of your strength, your will to live. This would have killed a lesser man, and yet you survived. That makes you beautiful. That you continue to survive, that you’ve carried on your life the way you have.” Sanji replied. This wound was made by a sword. As desperately as he didn’t want to think it possible, the brief thought that Genevieve may be lying about who she was crossed his mind again. No, don’t think like that. Sanji chided himself internally. Your only focus should be to remind her of how beautiful she is...
Genevieve cried out as he pressed a kiss into her flesh just below her navel. Oh god, what was he up to? Another kiss was laid over her womb, though Sanji was moving lower still and he hooked her legs over his shoulders. His eyes were on hers the entire time. Genevieve gasped prettily as he kissed her lower lips and with a sexy smirk, his tongue darted out to taste her. A pleased groan escaped him as he lapped away at her honey, collecting it directly from the source. She was so sweet, sweeter than Zeff’s creme brulee and Sanji lost himself in the taste of her.
Her impassioned cries only egged him on to take her all the way, her thrashing only served to make Sanji even more determined to please her. His arousal was straining against the confines of his trousers and every noise Genevieve made shot straight to his loins. God, he felt as if he was going to cum just from listening to her.
“ Sanji I’m...I’m…” Genevieve keened. Her back arched high off the bed and one hand gripped Sanji’s hair tightly as she pulled him closer yet. A long moan tapered down to nothingness as she came down from the high he had given her and Sanji groaned delightedly himself. He hadn’t missed a single drop of her ambrosia.
Soon he was claiming her lips again, this time much more passionately, and Genevieve tangled their limbs together. It wasn’t long before he was as devoid of clothing as she was, and Sanji groaned into her mouth as he entered her with a quick thrust. Genevieve cried out softly, her body rolled in time with his. His name fell in soft whispered pants against his lips each time he filled her.
It had been much too long since she had felt like this…
Their passion rose, Sanji’s pace mounted harder, faster as he pulled at her hips. He had no idea when it had happened, but she was head down against the mattress, and her hands were clenching her sheets tightly.
“ So beautiful…” he whispered as if pained. He paused for only a second as he gently pulled her up and into his lap as he laid down. He wanted to look up at her when she climaxed, Sanji wanted to watch her spiral into bliss. “ Come for me Gen.” he urged her. His hips were rising and meeting hers in the middle as Genevieve rode him hard and fast. The way she was rolling her hips was driving him wild for her, was bringing him ever closer to the edge.
“ Sanji!” Genevieve cried as her head flew back. “ Oh god, Sanji I...I! Ah...Ahhh!” Shit, her body had obeyed his request without missing a beat it seemed. Her body drew in upon itself before exploding outward, sending her into Nirvana as her orgasm crashed over her. Her hot flow washed over Sanji, wetting him with the force of her release.
Sanji’s eyes went wide as he felt her tighten around him and he felt his own release peak. Not yet! He was not going to blow before he rode out her orgasm! “ Oh damn…” he groaned. Genevieve was a sight to behold in her surrender, her hips moving of their own accord now. “ Gen! I’m coming!” he gasped. “ Shit, baby, I’m coming!”
Genevieve felt Sanji pull her off of him and Sanji groaned her name gutturally as his seed splashed against her ass and back. He pulled her down to him, kissing her deeply and passionately. “ Why’d you pull me off?” Genevieve asked him, her voice a sultry purr.
“ Didn’t want to risk...Kids...Not ready for kids yet…” Sanji panted, though he was smiling softly. “ What was that about not wanting me to make love to you?”
“ You’ve proven your point Sanji.” Genevieve giggled. She squealed in surprise as Sanji pinned her to the headboard and he aligned himself to enter her again. That man had just climaxed and he was ready for another go?! Oh damn, just how much stamina did Sanji have?
“ Good, because now I’m not leaving this bed until morning..Well, I’ll go down to the kitchen for food soon, but you’re not going to be walking if I have anything to say about it.” Sanji purred. “ I hope you’re up for a long night Genny, because you’re not getting that much sleep.” Genevieve was about to retort, but it turned into a high pitched whine as he eased himself back inside of her and Sanji smirked. Ah yes, now he had one more thing to do.
Convince her to join them on their journey. Sanji didn’t care if he had to fuck a yes out of her either. Come next week, Genevieve Cygne was leaving Romoria.

“ One hundred thousand berries that they’re up all night.” Nami said knowingly. She had a broad smirk in her face as Genevieve's passionate cries echoed down stairs. Sanji must be putting it to her pretty damn good for the petite woman to be making so much noise. They had a game of cards going this time and she scoffed at her hand. It was crap.
“ Taken.” everyone agreed.
Zoro smirked. “ To be honest, I wasn’t expecting him to actually go through with it this late into the game. I figured he’d rather have a good clean goodbye.”
“ The tension between them has been very thick for the last two weeks alone.” Brook said as he shook his head. His hair shook comically along with it. “ Rummy. Sanji’s going to be pining for weeks now.”
“ Nah, she’ll join us. I’m sure of it.” Luffy retorted. A loud thunk stopped the game and had everyone looking upstairs curiously. What the hell were those two doing behind closed doors? “ She’s our friend, but if she doesn’t come along, she’ll get lonely here again.”
Franky entered the room and he looked around in confusion. He had just finished loading not just the new sails, but all the supplies Harrod wanted them to have as well. An industrial strength sewing machine as well as some forms had been put in the last empty room. It hadn’t taken Frankie long to get the shelving set up, along with a drafting and cutting table. Genevieve now had herself a full fledged crafting room on the ship.“ Where’s Genevieve and Sanji at? I didn’t see them outside.”
Everyone pointed up and Franky's eyes widened knowingly as he shook his head. Sanji had better get that girl to say yes to joining the crew, otherwise he would be going through one hell of a dry spell until they could come back to Romoria on their way off the Grand Line.

Genevieve was mindlessly sewing shirts the next day at the boutique. She had managed to tell Sanji no, despite his creative attempts to convince her to join the Strawhat’s crew. She felt a little hollow for saying it though. She wanted nothing more than to join them on their adventure.
That was a risk she wasn’t willing to take. The danger she would put them in was much too great!
The bell on the door tinged. It wasn’t Sanji. He wasn’t due to walk through the door for another couple minutes yet, that man was so punctual when it came to her lunch breaks. “ Welcome to Boutique Harrod. My name is Genevieve. How can I…” Genevieve paused in her normal introduction when her eyes fell on the men who had entered the shop. No...This couldn’t be happening. Not here!
Cold brown eyes stared into Genevieve’s wide blue ones. “ Good afternoon…” he began, his face splitting into a terrible sneer.
“ Princess Tamara Leonias.”

Sanji was just nearing Harrod’s when a gunshot went off and he looked up in surprise. What in the blue hell was going on here?! Romoria had been nothing but a peaceful little port town since they arrived a month ago.
“ MR. HARROD!” came Genevieve’s scream. “ You bastards!” Sanji was running for the shop now, attempting to shoulder past the people fleeing the opposite way. “ I’ll kill you for this!”
Who ever it is, don’t fight them Gen! Don’t get yourself hurt! Sanji thought desperately. “ Get out of my way! I need to get the Harrod’s dammit!” Sanji bellowed.
The sound of glass shattering sent people further into a panic to flee the area. A man had just rocketed out of the window, and had hit the stone wall of the shop across the way. Another man was sent sailing out of the shop and Sanji looked at them in shock. Had Genevieve done this? The second man got back to his feet and he pulled his comrade up as well. Both charged back into the shop where the sounds of a fight were getting clearer and clearer as Sanji got closer.
“ Just give it up, Princess! Magnus recognized you the minute he saw you in the paper! Did you think that he wouldn’t recognize the scar he gave you?!”
“ Can it Morris!” Genevieve bellowed back. “ Magnus couldn't kill me even when I was sixteen years old. What the hell makes you think I’m going to die that easily?!”
Sanji’s heart began thundering in his chest. Princess? Magnus? No...His suspicions couldn’t be true! She didn’t have the burn scar on her left arm...Hell, he had in her the buff just yesterday! Wait a second, what about the makeup he found on his hand? What if she was covering up the scar this entire time because she knew he’d recognize it in an instant. He would have seen it! Sanji rushed into Harrod’s only to see Genevieve...
The young woman was not Genevieve. Her entire demeanor had changed drastically, that familiar look of determination and fire was burning bright in her eyes. The familiar square of her jaw when it was clenched brought back memories of when the two of them had bickered endlessly over little things that seemed so stupid to Sanji now.
No, it was Tamara. Her feet were flying fast, hard, and true and she had a blade in her left hand. That was the final clincher. Tamara was left handed and was deadly accurate with a sword in that hand. The cutlass looked borrowed, but she was still using her royal swordplay in conjunction with the Leg Technique Zeff had taught them from the time they were children.
“ Get the hell away from her!” Sanji bellowed. His foot came down hard on the back of Morris’ neck and Sanji heard the bones snap. With that big brute out of the way, Tamara’s cutlass found the throats of the other two men that had attacked. Blood splashed against the pretty green blouse she was wearing, forever staining it.
“ Get him over to Annette’s!” she ordered, referring to Harrod as he leaned against the wall wheezing.
“ Why didn’t you tell me the truth Tamara?” Sanji hissed. So many emotions were coursing through him. Anger, remorse, happiness at the fact she was indeed alive after all this time.
“ Sanji we don’t have time for this! He’s going to die!” Tamara wailed, her blue eyes wide and fearful.
“ Why Tamara?!” he demanded. His heart was twisting in his chest. Dear god, he should have known better. Why had he let himself believe otherwise?
“ I was dead to you, Sanji! What the fuck was I supposed to say? Oh hey, I’m your fiance from five years ago. I didn’t die like you might have thought I did when the news of my father’s ship being destroyed came out. Do you still want to marry me?” Tamara shot back in a falsetto. Her ocean gaze fell hard on Sanji as she lifted Harrod into her arms. When had she gotten this strong, or had she only been holding back because he was around? “ Get out of my way so that I can get him to Annette. I need to leave Romoria now.”
“ Sanji…” Harrod manage to say. “ Get her out of here. Get your crew. I know you’re set to go. Comb the mansion clean. Don’t leave a single trace of her behind.” He grunted hard as he pushed himself out of Tamara’s grasp and she looked at him fearfully. “ I can get there myself, princess. Please, run, live...The north blue will be completely lost if we lose the last Leonias.” Harrod pushed Tamara towards Sanji even as he began coughing and wheezing in pain. “ Please, both of you go...Out the back! There are more coming up the street!”
Tamara’s gaze hardened. “ Do as I said and get him to Annette, Sanji. You run faster than I do. I can cover the two of you and meet you back at the mansion. I can’t run from this Mr. Harrod, I have to protect Romoria before I leave...I do have to ask though. How long have you known who I was?”
“ Since the day you came to me begging for a job. I made your mother’s wedding dress when she wedded your father, Tamara. You look exactly like her, with the exception of your father’s eyes and chin.” he said with a weak smile.
“ You and I are going to have a very, very long talk later.” Sanji said sternly. His gaze softened considerably and he grabbed Tamara’s forearm before she could step out into the street. He kissed her quickly and he felt her tremble. “ Be careful Mara.”
“ Get out of here.” she ordered. “ I’ll be at the mansion in five minutes. Start having everyone grab everything from my work room upstairs. It’s everything I want to bring with me…”
Sanji smirked. “ You were going to come all along then?”
Tamara looked over her shoulder. “ I was actually still on the fence about leaving, but it never hurts to be prepared." She replied with a hollow shrug of her shoulders. The look in those eyes was unlike anything Sanji had ever seen from her before. She held the promise of death and violence in those eyes. " Get going. Like I said, I'll be there in five minutes."
Sanji nodded. He was going to have to trust her.
Tamara stepped out of the ruined boutique and she swung her sword experimentally. This was nothing like her saber, which was broken and boxed away with the rest of her belongings. She had yet to find a smithy who could reforge the blade. It could cut and it would serve it's purpose however. Thirty men were storming up the main street, shopkeepers were looking on, terrified, from their store windows. The first wave attempted to surround Tamara, but either her feet or her blade found them before they could attack. Tamara ducked and weaved, striking where she could but there were more men coming from the docks. Okay, maybe more like five and a half minutes...she thought sarcastically.

Sanji burst into the mansion and he immediately made for the sitting room. Everyone sounded like they were there. " We need to leave now! Zoro, Franky, start getting all the food from the pantry! Everyone else needs to grab everything else, especially from the craft room!" Sanji was already making a beeline for Gene...No, Tamara's bedroom. She probably had things hidden away there that she would want to bring along.
" What's going on?" Robin asked.
Sanji didn't even know where to start. " There's no time to explain right now. Pirates are attacking the main square, but Tamara's got it handled right now."
" Tamara’s dead, Sanji. You told us that." Zoro replied. He was carrying four crates of food that they had already prepared to stow onto the ship.
Sanji shook his head. " Like I said, there's no time to explain things. But Tamara is alive, and the pirates that are attacking were sent by Magnus. She's supposed to be back here any second now." he retorted. A crash echoed from the foyer and a scream followed it. The fight had made it's way here to the mansion. " Dammit!"
" Genevieve! Get up!" came Chopper's cry.
Sanji's vision flared red. Who had hurt her?! Who the hell had dared to lay a hand or blade on Tamara?! Looking over the foyer from the second story, there was a large brute with a even bigger hammer advancing on Tamara's prone form. She was littered with cuts and scrapes, and her left leg was bent in an unnatural fashion. She was lying unconscious against the marble floor, and he could see a puddle of blood fanning out from her midsection. Someone had reopened the old, scarred wound on her side. Her wounds had been gained fairly though, as the pirate walking into the foyer was bleeding himself in quite a few places. " Diable Jambe!" Sanji bellowed as he came flying off of the landing. " Epaule Shoot!" His flames flared hot and bright as the kick connected and the man grunted as he was sent flying backwards. " Chopper! Get her out of here!"
" But Sanji!"
" No!" Tamara pushed herself to a standing position and she teetered a little as she put weight on her injured leg. " This bastard is mine!" She went to dash forward, but Sanji hurriedly grabbed her around her belly to keep her from reaching the man who was getting to his feet.
" You don't stand a chance, princess." the pirate sneered. His hammer swung menacingly like a pendulum " Magnus is going to have your head for a trophy. And I'm going to be the one to give it to him."
Tamara broke free of Sanji grasp and she took to the air with a powerful jump. " The hell you will!" She screamed, twisting her body as she brought her good leg around for a powerful round house. Damn she had gotten fast! The pirate went flying to the right and Tamara took off again to land the killing blow. The hammer hit her hard in the ribs and Tamara was sent careening backwards towards the stairs.
Sanji had darted in at the same time, and he bellowed in rage as his foot came down on the fallen man's throat. Satisfied that this bastard wasn't getting up, Sanji looked over to where Tamara had landed on the staircase. Chopper was already looking her over and she winced as she held her ribs. " You alright?"
" That had the same amount of force behind one of the old fart's kicks." She groused and Sanji chuckled. Tamara grunted as Chopper set her broken fibula back into place and they splinted it for the time being. " I don't know how many more are left in town."
" We'll get them soon enough, we need to get to the ship." Sanji replied as he helped her to her feet. “ From there we need to talk.”
Tamara swallowed nervously. She was pretty sure the two of them were going to be yelling and screaming at one another for a couple of hours.

Everyone winced above deck. Despite the fact that Sanji and Tamara were behind closed doors; more specifically in the last spare bedroom now that Chopper had tended to Tamara’s wounds, the rest of the crew could easily hear the exchange between them.
“ So you were going to live a lie for the rest of your life?!” came Sanji’s voice. Hearing him this upset with a woman was something very foreign to both Nami and Robin. “ What about what we had, Tamara? Were you just going to let me believe that you were Genevieve Cygne for the rest of our lives?”
“ What does it matter? I was trying to give you closure, trying to help you heal so you could finally let me go. I only wanted you to be happy Sanji, even if it meant giving you up again. You have no idea how much I’ve been hurting for the last month because I knew what I was doing! I was going to tell you goodbye, Sanji. I wasn’t going to come along.” Tamara retorted. “ I’m not going to keep this up any more! GET OUT! I hope you enjoyed yourself last night because it’s the last fucking time I’ll allow you to touch me ever again!”
The ship lurched to the side violently and everyone looked around in surprise. Sanji came out a few minutes later rubbing his back.
“ What the hell just happened in there?” Zoro asked.
“ I got thrown out, quite literally. I don’t know when it happened, but she got a hell of a lot stronger than she used to be.” Sanji replied with a wince. Damn it, he had not handled himself well back there at all. Tamara had been right to throw him out on his ass. As pissed as he was that she had lied to him for the last month and a half, he was more happy and relieved to know she was alive. Surely she had to know that. Now it didn’t matter. He had been insensitive to how she had been hurting herself all this time and she probably assumed that he wanted nothing else to do with her.
Sanji wanted nothing more than to be holding her and kissing her right now. Damn it all, Tamara knew how badly he had missed her! He should have pieced it together so much sooner than this. He wasn’t quite paying attention until both Nami and Robin cleared their throats. Sanji looked up at both of them and his face paled. They were pissed, scarily so, and they looked very ready to kick some ass.
His ass more specifically.
“ You bastard.” Nami seethed. Her hand flew across his face, leaving a resounding welt in the shape of her hand on the left side of his face. She stormed off to the lower rooms, now that Franky had told her what upgrades he had made to the living areas, leaving Robin standing alone in front of Sanji.
“ I hope you realize you probably just broke her heart even worse than what she was planning to do to herself. I never thought I’d be this disappointed in you Sanji.” Robin hissed. Her disapproval stung worse than any blow she could land. After a moment, she stormed off as well, more than likely to the room Tamara was in, leaving Sanji standing on the deck with his eyes lowered towards the floor.
“ Shake it off, Sanji. Nami’s pretty pissed with me at the moment too.” Zoro said. He understood Sanji’s anger, and felt it a bit himself. He didn’t like the fact that Tamara had been lying to Sanji the entire time, much less that she allowed him to believe she was someone else entirely while they were romantically involved. “ Are we going to keep her here on the ship?” This question was asked towards Luffy as opposed to Sanji.
“ Yeah. Why not? She’s in danger for starters, and besides, I can ask her to work on something for me now that she’s stuck with us.” Luffy replied with a broad grin.
Sanji couldn’t take listening to another word of this. In a flash, he was halfway up the rigging heading towards the crow’s nest. He needed to let off some steam.
Now.

The sight Robin walked in on was heartbreaking to say the least. Nami was sitting on the bed with Tamara’s head in her lap and she was slowly running her fingers through the brunette’s short curls as she sobbed softly. “ Seis fleurs.” she whispered. “ Just relax Tamara.” Robin’s hands began kneading and rubbing away at the sore muscles of Tamara’s back and neck and the younger woman sighed a bit as it helped her calm down. Sanji had also forgotten to take into account how injured she was on top of the roller coaster she had to be feeling emotionally.
“ I’m not staying here on the boat with you guys. The minute we reach Sensenbor, I’ll be out of your hair.” Tamara sniffled. “ I never wanted it to come to this.”
“ Do you still love him?” Robin asked her pointedly. Tamara nodded meekly and a few more tears filled her eyes. “ Then why not try to smooth things over? Why put both of you through that kind of pain all over again?”
“ Because it wasn’t me he was falling in love with all over again.” Tamara’s eyes screwed shut as all the emotional turmoil she had been facing over the last month came to the fore all over again. The reason she had been crying herself to sleep every night was because of Sanji. For the fact that she couldn’t tell him the truth lest he hate her for it. Too late there. she thought miserably. For the fact that she could see how in love with Genevieve Sanji was. For the fact that she still loved him, and that she was going to break it off with him. Again. “ I wanted to heal his heart, make him realize that he needed that kind of happiness again. I wasn’t expecting Magnus to make a move. Not after five years.” she whimpered. “ I’m not going to put you guys in that kind of danger. I know you all have bounties on your heads, but…”
“ Don’t even think of trying to warn us off of your country’s problems. You’re not the only royal we’ve helped either.” Nami said with a smirk. “ You remember hearing about the uprising in Alabasta?”
“ Yeah, the paper’s said some navy hotshot took down one of the seven warlords. I didn’t believe it however. They’re all nothing but mindless toads in my estimation.” Tamara hissed. She really couldn’t stand the navy. They’d extradite her back to Denebra if they caught her.
“ Luffy’s the one who kicked his ass.” Nami said proudly. “ We all had a hand to play in that one. Sanji especially.” Her fingers were still smoothing through Tamara’s hair and Nami felt Tamara sigh a little. “ Robin’s right though. If you still love him, why not see if you guys can work it out? If I know Sanji as well as I do, he’s more than likely just reeling because you’re alive…”
“ Just drop it Nami.” Tamara tensed all over again and Robin scowled. She had been working out all that tension for the last fifteen minutes. “ I don’t even want to think about him right now. You weren’t the one who had to look in his eyes as he went on a tirade. There was no love there, Nami. Only regret.” Tamara’s shoulders shook as she began crying all over again.
“ Let me take over from here, Nami.” Robin said softly. “ I don’t think things are going to smooth over that easily.”
Nami wordlessly moved from the bed and Robin eased Tamara into her arms. Her broken cries were tearing at Nami’s heart fiercely and the redhead exited the room silently. A few tears trickled down her cheeks as she slumped against the door. “ This wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t intervened.” she said softly.

Tamara was absent from the dinner table that evening and the mood was fairly somber. Sanji’s gaze kept moving over to the empty seat and he’d sigh every time he looked at it. It was obvious to everyone else that he wanted to go check on her, but after the fight they had gotten into, Sanji knew Tamara needed her space.
“ Chopper, can you take this down to her so that she eats? She’ll listen to you because you’re a doctor. She’ll probably throw it in my face if I were to try to take it to her.” Sanji said once the table had cleared for the most part.
Chopper nodded worriedly. “ I need to check on her bandages anyways. They’re probably due for changing.”
Sanji stiffened. How had he forgotten about all the injuries Tamara had sustained from the pirates she had fought off today? Her leg had been broken, her old would had been reopened, and she probably had a couple of broken ribs from the force that she had been hit with by that mallet. And she still threw him out of her room hard enough to rock the boat? He was lucky that she hadn’t sent him through the wall.
Getting into it with him was the last thing she had needed on top of everything else. Everything she had worked toward in the last five years, trying to rebuild her life from the ground up, had been abolished in one single day. Why hadn’t she come to him sooner though? Why hadn’t she told him the truth?
“ I was dead to you!” Her words from earlier echoed in his mind hauntingly. Yes, Sanji had believed Tamara to be dead for years. He had believed that she died when the wreckage of her father’s ship had been found. Had Magnus believed her for dead? What if he knew she was alive all this time, but…
Sanji’s eyes widened in understanding. Magnus. He was the cause of the problem to begin with! Tamara had been found by the navy. What if they were returning her to Denebra and she had somehow escaped? Magnus had to know she was alive after all this time, hence why Tamara wouldn’t have come to him or back to Baratie. She had sacrificed everything to keep them alive after all. How had he found out about her though? The pirates had attacked Harrod’s, so they knew where she was working.
Nami was sniffling a little as she walked into the kitchen with a tea kettle in hand.
“ Nami?” Sanji asked her carefully. “ How did you know about Harrod’s by chance?”
“ There was an article in the paper on the shop, especially after Tamara managed to please the hell out of a high ranking navy general’s wife with her custom evening gown.” Her brown eyes were sad beyond belief. “ Tamara really was the most up and coming seamstress on the Grand line...And now she’s lost everything. Including you...” Nami turned to face him and her gaze hardened. “ I still think you’re an ass." She had the urge to slap him all over again, but that would be over kill.
Throwing the piping hot tea kettle would be over kill too. Nami wasn't in any mood to try to justify any actions, and she had some pretty violent ones in mind, made on her friend's behalf. Tamara had needed understanding, had needed someone to tell her everything was going to be alright. Sanji had a right to be upset, there was no doubt about that, but he had completely lost his temper with her. Instead, Nami did the safest possible thing and left.
Sanji groaned once Nami cleared the kitchen. Yeah, he had certainly earned the ire of the female portion of the crew. Both he and Tamara needed time to simmer down though. It would be useless to try to approach her for a few days. Sanji only hoped Tamara would be willing to talk.
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