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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 Four: Rekindling The Flames
A One Piece Fanfiction

" Tamara..."
Tamara's eyebrow twitched a little. Luffy had been pestering her for the better part of the last hour while she was working. If he kept it up, she was going to sew the captain's lips shut. Still, Tamara kept on sewing. She was in the midst of trying to patch Usopp's carryall. One of his fire shots had accidentally exploded inside of it and the hole that had been left was sizable to say the least.
The rest of the crew on deck was watching and waiting. Even Sanji was looking on with an amused stare. He knew it wouldn't be long before she finally reached her limit. He nudged Zoro to watch as well and the swordsman turned curiously.
" She's gonna hit him..." Zoro whispered with a chuckle. His ire towards the young woman had lessened since Nami had explained the reasoning behind Tamara’s actions.
" I'm almost counting on it." Sanji chortled softly in turn. He had yet to approach her, as both Robin and Nami were almost always with her. At least she had started taking meals with them in the dining room. That had taken three weeks however. Sanji knew they needed to talk about everything else, but he wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.
What if she didn’t love him any more?
Sanji quickly shook his head. That couldn’t be the case. The only reason Tamara would even put her own heart on the line to help heal his own was because she still loved him. That beautiful, maddening woman...
" Maaaaaahhhhhrrrrrraaaaaahhhhh...." Luffy said, the mirth he was feeling evident in his voice.
" What?!" Tamara snapped, throwing her project down into her lap. She turned towards Luffy, all the while bringing her leg up to kick him senseless and she stopped short when she saw his face. She knew he had eaten the GumGum fruit, and had seen him stretch to great lengths. But he had made the most ridiculous face while pestering her.
Luffy had his cheeks stretched out to unimaginable lengths and his eyes were crossed. He also had a pair of chopsticks hanging out of his nose and his tongue was lolling out of his mouth.
Again, he looked ridiculous.
Tamara was stunned still as she continued to have a stare down with Luffy, though her leg had finally come down to rest against the grass again. Then a small snort escaped her, which led to giggles. Before long, everyone was laughing along with her. " That's what you've been pestering me for for the better part of the last hour?" Tamara giggled as she leaned back to resume her project.
" You had such a sour look on your face. I thought you could use the laugh." Luffy replied as he put both hand behind his head. He made it sound as if it made all the sense in the world.
Tamara shook her head. The only reason she had a sour look on her face was because she couldn't get a moment's peace while she was sewing. Everyone had been asking her for something the last couple of days, with the exception of Sanji. He knew better than to approach her while she was busy. Then again, they hadn’t spoken since they had their blowout earlier that month either. She had been avoiding him at all costs. " Thank you. I did need that." She replied with a smile on her face. It had been a long time since she was able to go at such a leisurely pace like this. She was actually almost done with the patch itself, but she wanted to give it an extra touch.
" What happened five years ago?" Luffy asked as if it was the most normal thing he could say. " When you left the restaurant I mean. Sanji told us that you thought you were going to die."
Tamara paused and everyone went on point. Even Sanji hadn't heard the whole story, but he was aware that was when she had received the scars she bore. It was going to come out sooner or later. Besides, Sanji deserved to know the truth of what happened. " I honestly thought I was a goner for a little while." She said softly.

Five years ago:
Tamara looked down at Sanji's sleeping form and she wiped her tears away. " I love you. I'll always love you." She whispered brokenly as she nuzzled his hair. Tamara stood straight and she placed the letter she had written to him on her pillow, and she pulled her engagement ring away as well. That alone took all of her strength. It was the one thing she didn't want to do. Setting that on top of her last missive, Tamara silently exited their room and made her way stealthily down the steps towards the deck. With tears still streaming down her cheeks, she removed the mooring lines and cast the Golden Swan away from Baratie. Once she had a northern heading, she watched with a heavy heart as Baratie disappeared from view on the horizon.
I'll never forgive myself for this....Tamara thought to herself. She knew she was throwing away her one shot at happiness, the one chance she had at leading a normal life. Nothing would ever be normal for her though. She was a the heir to her kingdom, and Magnus would hunt her no matter where she fled.
It was a three week trip back to Denebra, and Tamara landed on her native shores feeling empty. Her family was gone. She was all that remained. Soon, she would probably join her parents in the afterlife. She didn’t bother grabbing anything off the boat as she jumped to the deck. The only thing she needed was in the palace and that’s where she was headed at that very moment.
Despite having been gone for the last few months, Tamara was like a specter moving through the castle halls. No one saw her if she didn’t want them to. Pausing briefly to grab her saber, Tamara strode strongly for the throne room now. She wasn’t going to wait another minute more. Her eyes narrowed as she looked upon the closed double doors. Time to make an entrance. “ Mouton Shot.” She hissed under her breath, imagining that it was Magnus’ ribcage about to be under her heel. She brought her foot up and her leg extended faster than a man could blink, her foot hitting the doors so hard that one was sent flying off its hinges.
“ MAGNUS!” Tamara bellowed. Her blue eyes were full of righteous fury. “ On your feet you bastard! Draw your sword!”
A snide, menacing cackle sent shivers down her back. “ So, the girl showed. I was worried I was going to have to hunt you down after all, niece.” came Magnus’ coo. He was draped over the denebran throne and he popped to his feet as if he were getting ready to play a game. To Tamara, it was only a game of how long she could survive. “ Would you like me to tell you in detail exactly how I murdered your parents and how I was able to pin everything on the pirates that were here? None of them lived of course, as it was their word against mine. They were all hanged the next morning.” Magnus cackled gaily once more and he pulled his sword from his hip. “ No? Ah well. I guess Marion and Percy can tell you themselves when I send you to see them.” His voice had lost its playful tone and a deep, sinister growl had replaced it. “ Goodbye Tamara. Say hello to Aden for me.”
Magnus darted in and Tamara parried instantly, her sharp eyes following his every movement.
He doesn’t know about the Black Leg technique...He won’t know how to counter either. Tamara thought to herself. Not only that, she had successfully combined it with her swordwork. She spun to dodge another thrust, and Tamara’s eyes narrowed. “ Collier Shoot!” Her foot connected with Magnus’ neck and she sent the man staggering back almost a meter. She launched her own offensive, her blade clanging and feet flying, and she smirked. She knew he was ambidextrous and that he would attempt to switch his hands soon for his blade. With a hair raising battle cry, Tamara brought her saber down in an arc and Magnus screamed in agony. She had just cleaved his arm off at the elbow.
“ You insolent little bitch!” Magnus seethed, his cold grey eyes wild with fury now. He stabbed his blade into the marble and he held his hand out. “ You’re going to die a very slow, and painful death for that Tamara.”
Tamara suddenly felt pressure bearing down on her as if gravity had just shifted. What in the hell? Then her eyes widened. Magnus can’t stand the sea...Her father’s words echoed ominously over and over in her mind.
He had eaten a Devil Fruit.
“ Do you feel that? I’ve changed the weight of your clothing, your sword, even your hair to be five times heavier than you’re used to it being. Quite frankly I’m surprised you’re still standing. Shall we see how much more weight you can bear? Here we go. Twenty kilos.” Magnus hissed.
Tamara still took a step towards him. Her legs were stronger than that. This was like a workout for her. That’s right, it’s just a workout Tamara...she thought, though she was desperately trying to hold onto her sword. It was heavier than she could almost stand.
“ Fifty kilos.”
Tamara cried out a bit though she was able to get right in front of him. She hauled her saber up with both hands, her muscles screaming and tearing in protest from too much weight and she swung with all her might. Her blade sliced into his chest and Magnus howled at the pain. She had almost killed him there.
“ One hundred kilos!” he bellowed. He smiled ferally as Tamara screamed in agony. He had heard a few of her bones snap from the pressure bearing down on her. “ How does it feel to have every bone in your body slowly cracking, slowly breaking from absolutely no physical trauma whatsoever?”
“ Go to hell, mother fucker.” Tamara spat. She attempted to raise her blade once more and Magnus stomped down on her forearm. Both her radius and ulna snapped from the force. She screamed brokenly as her saber clattered to the ground.
“ Before you try to do anything more with this…” Magnus purred insanely. “ Five hundred kilo stomp!” He brought his foot down against the flat of Tamara’s sword and it broke into four pieces.
“ NO!” Tamara screeched. She hadn't shed any tears from any of the injuries she had sustained yet, but they flooded her eyes the minute her blade was shattered.
" Such a pity that beauty like yours has to be wasted. You would have been a gorgeous queen if I hadn't usurped the throne from my so called brother." Magnus' face twisted with morbid glee as he took one of the shards of Tamara’s blade and he dug the tip into her skin. " You're lucky I even agreed to your terms, Tamara. That I allowed everyone on that stupid little restaurant that you adored so much to live. I can't help but wonder how that boy is going to feel when he hears the news of your death." He pulled the shard down slowly, savoring every moment as her skin split and blood flowed.
" Think of how he'll feel when I gut you." Tamara shot back. She pulled her left hand up and she snatched the broken blade from Magnus's hand. " An eye for an eye, bastard!" And with that, she shoved the metal into his face.
Magnus howled brokenly as he was suddenly blinded and he wrenched the metal out from his eye socket. Blood and ooze were dripping down his face. He snarled as he pulled his sword from the ground and he stabbed Tamara’s prone form just under her ribs. " You're going to be the one gutted, you little whore." he raged. He pulled the blade hard and Tamara shuddered in shock. She could feel blood pouring from the heinous wound.
I'm going to die...but at least I did something...Sanji...Tamara could almost see his smiling face right now, his golden locks were shining in the afternoon sun. " San...ji..." she whimpered tearfully.
" Sleep Tamara...I'll still be here when you wake up. I love you." the apparition said sweetly. His touch was so warm, Tamara felt him smooth over her face. The left side was screaming in pain. Her entire body was screaming in pain.
Without warning, gunshots rang out and Magnus was forced to back away from the princess' still body. Tamara gasped as the pressure of Magnus' powers suddenly alleviated. He's more than a meter from me...she thought, though her vision was getting hazy.
" GET THE PRINCESS! I'LL GRAB THE BLADE! YOU THREE, COVER US!" came a man's voice. Why did it sound so familiar?
" NO! I KILLED YOU!" Magnus screeched.
Then Tamara knew no more.

Everyone was silent. No one knew what to say or do after hearing how close to death Tamara had been.
" I woke up on the Golden Swan when it was being attacked by pirates. The crew put me into a dingy and sent me adrift on the sea and from there I was found by the navy. I still don't know to this day how I survived, but I count my lucky stars that I did. I don't know who it was that rescued me from Magnus either, and I don't know if I'll ever find out. Whoever it was though had treated my wounds and had set all my breaks and fractures. The massive wound Magnus had given me had been stitched to the best of their ability, though they didn't have the time for this one." Tamara’s hand came to cover the left side of her face and Sanji scowled. She still saw those scars as something ugly.
" I do know this much. Magnus consumed a devil fruit that allows him to adjust the weight of anything in a one meter vicinity. I'm not certain what the limit is however, so I'm going to assume it must be in the range of at least ten thousand kilos. While I've been training, I'm nowhere near where I should be after five years. Recovery took too long." Tamara rubbed her right arm to sooth the tightness she suddenly felt there. She still remembered how it felt to feel each of her bones snapping one by one.
" Did they honestly throw you in the brig?" Sanji asked her. It was the first he had spoken to her all month. He was trying to figure out how much truth was in her story from her birthday. If he ever found out who it was, Sanji was going to kill them. Plain and simple. How dare they treat her like that!
Tamara scowled as she nodded. " They were going to turn me over to the world government, have me extradited back to Denebra. I’m sure you all know by now that he managed to pin the whole fiasco on me. Magnus has known for years that I'm still alive. It was only thanks to a sympathetic marine, well he was disguised as a marine at least, that I was able to make my escape. He took me to the Kamabakka Kingdom until my serious wounds healed, Romoria from there and the rest is history. So like I told you before Sanji. I hold no love for the navy and it's marines."
Luffy had a dark look on his face as he thought over the story. If her uncle hadn’t done any of that, his friends would still be happy with one another. " He's put you through a lot of pain, both you and Sanji..." he said. He looked between the chef and the seamstress and he put a supportive hand on Tamara’s shoulder. Hopefully one day they would be happy again. " Just say the word and we'll head off the Grand Line and back to your kingdom. From there, I'll kick Magnus' ass."
If I don't get to him first, you mean. Sanji thought darkly. He had five years of karma to deliver onto that bastard for hurting Tamara as much as he had.
Tamara shook her head. " He's mine, Luffy, though I thank you. It might come to a point where I will need help however. I'm not going to deny that I won't. I don't know how long it'll take us from here." Tamara got to her feet and she walked up the stairs towards the workrooms. She wanted to do some serious sewing right now to get her mind off of things. " I'm fine for now, honestly. Besides, I'm a bit overdue for some adventure anyway. Let's keep sailing the Grand Line and I'll need to get stronger still." Her eyes locked to Sanji's as she said this. It was her way of telling him that he had better not interfere.
Sanji raised his hands up in surrender, though he was glad that their first conversation in days had not ended in another argument. It was her legacy that she needed to bring honor to, and he accepted that. He was in her corner one hundred percent. The only thing that remained to be seen was how much training she had done in the last five years. She had said her recovery had taken too long, and Sanji was curious. Tamara was definitely stronger and faster than he remembered her being.
Deadlier too.
“ Tamara...” Sanji called out from the second level. He saw her pause briefly and he took a deep breath. “ Can I talk to you? Alone?” he asked. He needed to talk this out with her, they both needed to drop the tension that had been surrounding them for the last week alone. Despite her attempts at avoiding him, Tamara and Sanji had been given watch together for most of the week. If Sanji didn't know any better, the rest of the crew was trying to push them back together.
“ I don’t want to talk to you right now Sanji.” Tamara replied. She stormed off down to her craft room and Sanji swore under his breath.
“ After the way you treated her earlier this month, were you honestly expecting anything else?” came Nami’s cold voice.
“ I don’t mean to be rude Nami, but this issue between Tamara and I is no longer any of your business. I’m glad that she has you and Robin as friends, don’t mistake that. Her and I need to sort out this riff on our own, and you’re not helping matters.” Sanji shot back. It was the first time he had ever been cross with her, and it shocked the hell out of Nami.
Sanji went into the kitchen without waiting for a reply, though he was expecting Zoro to say something in his bride’s defense. Surprisingly, the swordsman didn’t. Those thoughts were the furthest thing from his mind as he began pulling a multitude of bowls from the cabinet. For once, he was pretty sure what he could do to get back on Tamara’s good side. First things first, he began checking over the pantry. Cocoa? Check. Plenty of sugar? Check. Flour, baking soda, eggs, butter, milk, and...Aha! Strawberries! All check. Sanji rolled up his sleeves as a smile crossed over his face. There was a way back into Tamara’s heart, Sanji knew it.
And in her case, food was definitely the answer.

Tamara had her radio snail perched on the shelf as she thought over what she needed to make. Her bed was a little too stiff for her liking, so a pillowtop would be nice. Then again, what about the men’s quarters? Franky had mentioned that he only had enough time to put in a few bedrooms, for the girls for the most part, but the men still had their racks that they had to contend with. She had seen them once over the last month. Hard, wooden hammocks.
She tapped her lower lip and an idea struck her. She needed to sneak into the boy’s room somehow and get the measurements on it. How was she going to pull something like that off? Tamara was pulled from her thoughts as a soft knock echoed from the door and she looked curiously at it. She knew Nami was heading up to the library to work on her map, and Robin was getting some reading done as well. The two had wanted to give her a little space today considering they had been beside her all week. So who was at the door?
Tamara stood and crossed the room, her heart hammering a little. She didn’t know what to do if it was Sanji and he still wanted to attempt to talk things out. She pulled open the door, but no one was standing there. Tamara thought she saw someone round the corner, but her gaze was captured by something else.
That bastard…He didn’t...Oh sweet lord, he didn’t!
Tamara bent down to pick up the torte that was sitting in front of her sewing room. A chocolate caramel torte more specifically, topped with glazed strawberries. She eyes dilated from the scent alone. It was fresh, the plate was still a bit warm.
Damn that blonde, leggy bastard and his delicious desserts. He had come up with this one for her thirteenth birthday when he had figured out why she was in such a bad mood for a week straight. The chocolate had done wonders to cool her ire then. Tamara lifted the fork and took a bite. Immediately her knees buckled. She hadn’t had this in years and only Sanji knew the recipe. Despite her desperate pleas, he had never given it to her.
Okay, maybe Tamara wouldn’t be so quick to turn him away if Sanji wanted to talk again. First she was going to eat this torte. Second, she needed Nami and Robin to cause a distraction today and tomorrow while she took care of those bunks. If her bed was uncomfortable, the boys must be having it all the more worse.
Sanji was smiling triumphantly as he watched Tamara carry the torte back into her sewing room. She was going to inhale it, he was sure. He was reasonably sure he knew why she was as edgy as she had been the last week, and Sanji had found out from Zoro that Nami was going through the same thing.
Women and their chocolate, he mused with a chuckle.
Sanji turned to head back up to deck when he heard the door open once more. Damn that had been fast! Tamara was leaving her room that quickly? Oh shit! She was headed this way too! Sanji hurriedly hid himself inside a niche and Tamara strode past as if on a mission. She had her tape measure in hand as well. Sanji’s brow quirked a bit in curiosity. What was she up to now? The door leading to the deck opened and closed and Sanji counted to ten just to be on the safe side. He knew Tamara was keen on avoiding him at the moment. With as much of an asshole as I was this month, I don’t blame her. he thought morosely. Sanji slowly extricated himself from his hiding spot and he began making his way towards the hatch as well. He still needed to get supper going for that matter.

Tamara wasn’t present that night at the table and Sanji’s brow furrowed. Okay, that was it. He was taking a plate down to her and he was going to make sure she ate this time, damn it! Sanji was tempted to have Luffy make it a rule that no one missed meals period!
No one said a word to the chef as he made his way down to the craft room. They all knew why he was heading down and unbeknownst to Tamara and Sanji, Luffy had told the rest of the crew to stop interfering. It wasn’t going to help them work things out, but instead cause a divide amongst the crew.
Sanji knocked hard on the door. He could hear the machine running from out here, though Tamara had her radio snail blaring as well. His foot started tapping to the beat. Damn, he needed to keep his mood if he was going to give Tamara a piece of his mind! He knocked again, much harder and louder this time, and he heard Tamara start singing along with the song that was playing. So she was ignoring him now? That was it. Sanji turned the knob and he pushed the door open.
Tamara shoved the door closed not even a second later. “ I didn’t tell you to enter, Sanji.” She called out over the din.
“ You need to eat supper dammit! I’m not going to let you keep skipping meals like this! At least let me put the damn plates down and I’ll leave!” Sanji retorted as he pushed harder against the door. He had better not drop the food.
Tamara smirked behind the door. She was barely even touching her heel to it. It felt good to know that all the training she had been doing in secret was helping. Without warning, she lurched forward. Shit! Sanji must be using his own leg to push against the door! Tamara kicked the door closed again, and she heard Sanji swear.
“ Damn! Tamara! I’m sorry, alright! I was an asshole, I’ll admit it! How was I supposed to feel though? I had been mourning you for five years, you witnessed that first hand! To be honest, I had a hunch you were lying the entire time, but I didn't want to believe it. I don't even think you realized you were dropping hints either." Sanji shot back.
Tamara stiffened as she turned the snail down. How had she been dropping hints?
" The first clue was your grandmother's maiden name. Genevieve Aurelie Cygne. That was her name until she married Torbin Leonias. She's where you get your love of sewing from. Then the makeup on your arm. Clever thought there, covering your scar, but I saw the makeup when it came away on my hand that night. You also started using your left hand more around me, though I don't think you realized you were doing it." He took a deep steadying breath in and Sanji shifted the plates a bit to redistribute their weight. " I know why you did what you did...Magnus knew you were alive and you didn't want to put me in undue danger again. I wish I could take back everything I said that night, Tamara, and save you the heartache I know you're feeling. That both of us are feeling. Tamara, please let me in. I promise I'll just leave the plates and head back up. I'm sorry, more than you'll ever realize, that I caused you this much pain." Sanji's voice was barely a whisper and he heard Tamara unlatch the door.
There were tears in her eyes. Tears that he had caused.
Now Sanji really felt like shit.
Sanji placed the food down on her cutting table and he began making his way to the door again. He had made a promise after all.
" Sanji. Wait." Tamara said softly. Her hands grabbed his and she effortlessly pulled him back to her. " I'm sorry too...I just didn't know how to tell you. I almost panicked when Nami said your name for the first time and then I realized it was you on that pirate ship. I wasn't sure if I should even let myself as close to you as I became, but I couldn't help myself. I still loved you so much, and the thought that I had to let you go all over again..." Tamara began sobbing and Sanji wrapped his arms around her tightly.
" Don't leave." he whispered against her hair. " I know you well enough to know that you're planning on cutting out once we dock at Sensenbor. Don't leave me wondering if you're going to be caught again or if you die. I can't take that again." A few tears fell against Tamara’s hair and he felt her look up at him. " I don't know if I can handle it this time."
Tamara’s head hung low. " I'm not going to stay where I'm not wanted Sanji." She said lowly.
Sanji felt anger bloom in his chest. " Who the hell told you that? I swear if it was that moss headed swordsman, I'm going to gut him!" He seethed.
Tamara shook her head, though she was surprised he was still willing to jump to her defense so quickly. " Sanji, no one said it directly to me. I lied to all of you, most of all to you. How can any of you want to keep me around after that?" Shame, loathing, pain. All were evident as she spoke. Had she been beating herself up for this all this time, Sanji wondered.
" Tamara. Look at me." Sanji said. He tilted her chin up so that he could look into her eyes. " We as a crew have had our own internal struggles. Robin betrayed us a few years back. Franky was the reason that we lost our first ship, the Going Merry. Nami even betrayed us just after I was brought onto the crew. Usopp left as well. We're more than just shipmates, we're a family here. You were forgiven a long time ago for that, even by me. Don't think so little of yourself. You housed us without so much as a second thought, even though it meant losing everything all over again. You kept us safe from the Navy as well. You're funny, you bring so much more to our crew than you think you do. Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with us."
Tamara gave Sanji a tearful smile even as he brushed them away. " You honestly have no clue how much that means to me." She whispered. She went to continue when Sanji pressed a gentle finger to her lips. He knew her well enough to know what she was going to say next.
Sanji didn't have to say anything else. Instead, he dipped his head lower and pressed a soft, gentle kiss against her lips. Tamara melted against him at the contact and she sighed as his tongue tapped her lower lip, asking her for entrance. She granted it, and Sanji groaned delightedly into her mouth. He could still taste a hint of the chocolate, caramel, and the strawberries that she had eaten a few hours ago. Sanji felt as if he could keep tasting her all night long. Tamara’s hands wound into his short blonde locks and her tongue began dueling with his more fervently the longer Sanji kept kissing her.
They broke apart, both of them gasping for air and Tamara’s cerulean orbs locked onto Sanji's steel blue ones. They had darkened in their shared passion. A slow, seductive smirk spread over Tamara’s face.
" My room, now." she ordered.
Sanji's brow quirked. " I still need to get the dishes from dinner done and you need to eat." he retorted. " Don't tell me the food can wait. I know your appetite Tamara. That much hasn't changed in five years. This can be postponed a few hours, especially seeing as how both of us still have watch tonight."
Tamara’s face scrunched a bit in her ire. She had forgotten they had the two to four shift. Damn Luffy and Usopp. They were the ones who came up with that schedule. If she ever got her hands on them she was going to throttle the two. " Fine." she groaned in acquiesce. It was clear that she did not want to stop now, and her crafting room was hardly the place to be doing something like that.
Sanji looked at the door a moment. " Do you think anyone's going to come down anytime soon?"
" I think they're expecting the two of us to duke it out verbally again to be honest. I doubt either Usopp or Franky are even down this way right now in their own workshops." Tamara replied. She then blushed brightly when she realized what Sanji was getting out. " No sir. This room is my destressing zone. I won't be able to get an iota of work done if we do anything remotely sexual in here Sanji."
Sanji had that all too familiar gleam in his eyes as he cornered Tamara against her drafting table. " You realize that just makes it even more tempting, right?" he asked with that same smirk in place. " But if you honestly don't want us doing anything in here, that's fine. It's like your little sanctuary in here. I can respect that." He eased away from Tamara and she gave him a soft smile. Yep, he had definitely earned some brownie points there.
" Thank you." she said honestly. " Out. I'll eat and bring my dishes up. Once you're done with your dishes in the kitchen, just go right to my room. If Nami or Robin try to give you any grief, tell them that you and I are going to be talking over things tonight before we take our watch. We're actually going to be taking a nap, and don't get any ideas about having a quickie either. Did you forget what I told you last month?" There was a devilish smirk on her face and Sanji thought it over.
Then his brow furrowed at the challenge. Tamara had told him last month that he was never touching her again. Oh Sanji was going to make her pay for that one...
And Tamara was going to be begging him to touch her by the time Sanji was through with her.

Robin heard the door leading to the lower levels open and she looked toward it. Sanji was striding out with a contemplative look on his face. He had taken a while taking the food down to Tamara. Maybe the two had argued a little more? No, Sanji would be covered in Tamara’s supper if that were the case. Had the two managed to talk a little bit at least then, try to sort out where it was they stood? Sanji made a beeline for the kitchen, and Robin sighed. If he was that gung ho on getting started on the dishes that meant that one of two things. Either the two had fought again and it had been after Sanji had put the plates down, or the two were planning on sitting down and talking later and it had him nervous. Robin hoped it was the latter more than the former.
She had no clue there was a third option, and that Sanji was currently thinking of everything he was going to need later that night. Nami and Zoro had a room like Tamara’s and Robin’s and Franky had done a wonderful job in making sure that they were mostly sound proof, which reduced the noise the two of them made. No one was going to be hearing Tamara unless she was screaming herself hoarse. Sanji didn't plan to take it that far at all. In fact, he needed to grab quite a few things from his locker before Tamara came back up top.
Sanji hadn't had a chance to break out his goody bag in a long, long time.

Tamara was smiling to herself. Not only had she completed her pillow topper for her bed, Tamara had managed to complete three out of the six linings needed for the wooden hammocks and the boys could count on finding that they would sleep much easier with them. They had just perfect amount of softness to them, and they were made from a moisture wicking fabric meaning that they wouldn't get too hot or too cold. The hammocks would stay at the perfect temperature all night. Plus this greatly reduced their chances of getting any splinters. Now all she needed was to finish the rest of them and then find an opening to get them installed. Tamara knew she was going to need a hell of a distraction if that were the case if she still wanted to surprise them with it..
With a soft sigh, Tamara stood and she exited her workshop with the topper folded neatly in her arms. She was practically purring at the softness she felt. She saw Sanji leaning against her door and looked at him curiously. I thought I told him to wait inside for me. Tamara thought to herself. With a slight shrug, she kept on approaching and Sanji wordlessly took the topper from her.
" Did you want to wait until later to put this on?" he asked her.
" Might as well. I might not want to get out of bed otherwise." Tamara said with a small laugh. Sanji chortled himself as Tamara led the way into her room and the door was shut behind them.

Up top, Robin was smiling softly to herself. It looked like they were going to be talking things out. Thank goodness. " I don't think we're going to have to worry about those two any more Luffy." she said as she looked to her right.
" Good. I don't like seeing either of them so miserable. Do you think it'll take them long before they picked up where they left off?" the young captain asked. He was leaning over the window sill looking out over the ocean contemplatively.
" I'm not sure Luffy. That's between Sanji and Tamara, though I'm sure that they've caught on to the fact that you and Usopp have been scheduling them for watch together without fail for the last week. You're not being subtle you realize. Once or twice can be brushed off as rotation, but a week straight?" Robin laughed. " It screams set up."
Luffy shrugged even as he grinned. " Does it look like I care?" he asked.
Robin laughed loudly again. " No, I know you don't." she replied.

Tamara felt Sanji's lips press a gentle kiss into the back of her neck. " I thought I said not to even think about it." she groaned.
" You should know me better than that, Tamara." Sanji growled seductively in her ear. His hands came around front and he slid them under her shirt even as he drew it away. " I'm not going to touch you in a sexual manner, though I can promise that by the time I'm done with you, you will be begging me to."
Tamara’s breath hitched in her throat and her heart began racing. Her knickers were already soaked just from the tone of his voice. Sanji pulled her shirt away, and Tamara gasped prettily as the cool air hit her fevered skin, forcing her nipples to pucker instantly.
" Do you trust me Tamara?" Sanji's voice was sinful as he spoke to her in delectably husky whispers. Tamara could feel his breath fanning against her ear even though he wasn't touching her with his lips any longer. He raised a red silken handkerchief up to eye level and Tamara’s eyes fell on it. " I'm going to blindfold you with this, and your hands will be bound to the headboard with these." He lifted a pair of padded cuffs and Tamara whimpered even as she felt another gush coat her panties and her thighs. " We don't have to do this either. Just tell me no right now and I'll put them away and then we'll take a nap before watch tonight."
Tamara couldn't find her voice. Could she honestly tell Sanji that she was interested in what he was proposing? What was he going to do to her? Did she honestly trust him that much?
Yes.
Tamara took the handkerchief and she covered her eyes herself to where she was sure she couldn't see anything. This was a hell of a kink that Sanji had picked up in the last five years, but she wasn't going to complain. Tamara had always wondered what being completely at someone else's mercy, in a setting like this at least, would be like. If it had been anyone but Sanji, Tamara would have said no instantly. She knew for a fact that Sanji wasn't going to hurt her at all. Another man could have easily used this as an opportunity to really hurt her, to do absolutely anything that they wanted and Tamara would be helpless to stop them.
" Take your pants off please." Sanji's voice was away from her now, more than likely he was setting the cuffs up on the bed.
Tamara did as he asked, suddenly aware of his gaze on her naked back. He was watching her very intently, she could feel it. Tamara’s finger's deftly undid her jeans, and she pulled the zipper away agonizingly slow. She could hear the click of each tooth as they were separated. She couldn't hold back her gasp as she smoothed the denim away from her hips and down her long, lean legs. They had always been sensitive to the touch.
" Can you get to the bed?" Sanji asked her. For the first time in a long time, he had swept his hair back. Both eyes glittered as he circled Tamara. She was so damn beautiful like this, and Sanji intended to show her that tonight. He still hadn't forgotten about how she had referred to her scars as ugly. To him they were beautiful, just like her.
Those scars were a testament to Tamara’s will to live, to come back and fight another day. They were proof of her fire, the sense of justice that burned in her heart to avenge her family. Sanji was going to let her know in no uncertain terms that he never wanted any part of her to feel ugly ever again.
" No, can you guide me to where you need me?" Tamara replied. She felt Sanji's fingers lift her forearms as if they were delicate and he turned her slowly so as to not disorientate her too badly.
" Lift your legs up at the knees, you're by the edge." Sanji whispered gently, though his voice had not lost an ounce of that sinful tone he had been using. He ushered her by her hands to the headboard and Sanji climbed into the bed behind her. " Are you sure you're okay with this?"
Tamara nodded slowly. " If anyone else had asked, I would have told them no, Sanji. I've known you for most of my life. I know you won't hurt me. I won't deny I'm curious as to what you're up to though."
" You'll see." Sanji purred as he tightened the cuffs around Tamara’s wrists only tight enough to keep her restrained. He didn't want her bruised after all. He eased Tamara to lie flat on her stomach and he put a pillow over her forearms so that she would be comfortable. Thank goodness he had set that rope up ahead of time.
Then he pulled away from her, leaving her bereft of his body heat and Tamara gasped at the chill the air imparted. Who would have thought that just taking her sight away would magnify her others senses this quickly or acutely. She heard the slightest rustle of clothing, but not the delicate tink tink of Sanji loosening his belt. He must be removing his shirt for now. She heard something else, a quick pop of some sort. What the hell had he opened?
Sanji's weight dipped the bed and Tamara felt him straddle her legs and hips, though only the fabric of his trousers was touching her. He was being careful not to touch her otherwise.
Without warning, something cold landed on her back, right on her spine, and Tamara arched upwards with a slight scream. " Holy shit that's cold!" she cried, only to have herself quieted the minute Sanji's warm, strong hands descended on her back. His fingers were rubbing the lotion where he wanted it, the deft digits expertly kneading into the muscles of her back. Tamara keened in pleasure. She hadn't realized how tense she was from sitting at her sewing machine for so long. As Sanji had told her, he hadn't even touched her even remotely sexually. Her skin tingled pleasurably the longer Sanji rubbed her back. " And you bound me and blindfolded me for this?"
Sanji smirked above her. " No. Tamara, I bound your hands because I don't want anything to deter me. You're blindfolded so that you won't know..." Sanji paused as he ran a teasing finger up the back of her calf and Tamara cried out at the unexpected sensation. "...where I'm going to touch you next. I'm going to worship your body until you can't stand it."
" Worship?" Tamara squeaked out. He had barely touched her and Tamara wanted him to pin her to the mattress!
" You're beautiful. Every single part of you." Tamara’s breath hitched as Sanji pressed feather light kisses against the scar traveling her face. Well, what he could reach at least. " I'm going to show you, without touching you in a sexually intimate manner, just how beautiful you are to me Tamara. However, there will be kisses pressed into every inch of your skin that I can get to without making it sexual too." Tamara cried out as he drew her fingers between his lips and he suckled them for a moment. " You will beg me to touch you in any way I please by the time I'm finished with you, I can promise you that Tamara."
Tamara’s eyes widened behind the handkerchief. Oh shit, what he called worship was going to be slow, sweet torture. Tamara’s back arched suddenly as Sanji pressed a featherlight kiss against her shoulder blade and she cried out softly as an unexpected lance of pleasure raced through her body and straight to her core. Oh shit! She was going to cum before Sanji even got near to being done with her.
Sanji lifted one of Tamara’s legs and he pressed his lips against the inside of her ankle. How long had he wanted to kiss his way up her legs? To nibble on the toned, taut flesh that was meeting his eyes. Nibbling would be construed as a sexual touch, but the soft reverent kisses he was trailing up her calf were not. Tamara was gasping and crying out every time he did, and Sanji purred in response. He wanted her to feel everything, hence why he had covered her eyes. Her other senses would quickly accommodate.
Tamara almost cried as Sanji stopped at her mid thigh, refusing to go any higher than he was. Oh dear lord, this was because she had thrown it in his face that she had told him he was never touching her again. How could she have even thought such a thing?! She arched off the bed as his lips suddenly closed over her toes, and Tamara screamed in delight. She never understood why, but her feet and legs were so sensitive to the touch like this. Even if he wasn't trying to be, Sanji was making this ridiculously erotic.
" I'm going to turn you over now Tamara." Sanji whispered breathlessly in her ear. She shuddered at the sound of him, his voice was so rich and deep with desire that Tamara suddenly keened. The feeling of his hot breath against her sensitive lobe had almost undone her.
Tamara cried in her rapture as Sanji kissed her body tenderly, and her body writhed against his as his hands traversed her arms, sides, and neck. Her back was stuck in a perpetual arch as he worshipped every piece of skin on her abdomen, and Tamara could feel him whispering though she couldn't hear him. He was over her scar, touching it, kissing it as if it wasn't there...No, he wasn't acting as if it wasn't there. The touches and kisses pressed into the darkened and jagged flesh were filled with so much more feeling than the others so far had been. This is what he had meant by worshipping her...
For the first time in five years, Tamara truly felt beautiful.
" Sanji!" Tamara called out to him. Another soft scream tore itself from her throat as he reached the most sensitive spot on her scar, the area right by her hip. Tamara shuddered as his lips slowly brushed over the uneven skin and she felt tears sting her cheeks. " Sanji please! I can't...Oh Sanji!" His lips were suddenly dragging over her clavicle and Tamara swore she felt his body settle over hers a moment. No, he hadn't. Her imagination, as well as her senses, were reeling at the moment. " Kiss me more, touch me more! Please! I need more than this!"
A slow, sensual chuckle reverberated against her flesh. " What about me worshipping you?" he asked her. " I told you I wasn't going to touch you that way." He pressed another sweet kiss against her jawline and Tamara writhed beneath him again. She was testing his patience with as sweetly as she was responding to him. Sanji then kissed her lips and Tamara almost screamed in her delight. His tongue began dueling with hers passionately and Sanji fisted the cotton sheets. He wanted nothing more than to keep touching her right now.
“ Sanji, please...No more. I need you to touch me elsewhere, I need to feel everything, please! I’m going to combust if you don’t.” Tamara begged him. Her back arched high as she tried to find him to get some sort of contact with him, but Sanji wasn’t anywhere nearby. “ Sanji I’m sorry! Please! I didn’t mean it earlier, I was only teasing! I…OH!” Tamara had to keep herself from screaming out in both surprise and delight as Sanji’s body settled over hers. His lips had latched back onto her collarbone and his hand was smoothing up her side. His hips rolled against hers and Tamara moaned low and wantonly when she felt his erection.
“ So you want me to touch you now?” Sanji purred, his voice full of naughty promise. “ Here?” He traced the pad of his thumb over her taut nipple and Tamara did scream then. All it had done was send jolts of pleasure through her body. He only wished Tamara could see the smile on his face right now. “ Or maybe here?” His hand was suddenly between her thighs and Sanji carefully flicked her clit through her underwear. Dear lord, she had soaked them!
“ Oh shit!” Tamara cried. “ Sanji!” She was straining hard against the binds on her wrists. Now Tamara could see what he meant that he didn’t her to deter him. He was a man on a mission now, and she’d distract everything he wanted to do to her if she were free. “ More!” She undulated against him as Sanji’s mouth then closed around a pert nipple and his fingers pushed her knickers aside to tease her core. His pleased groan rebounded through her breast as he felt her readiness and Tamara shook. She was so close! “ Sanji I’m...I…”
“ You’re going to cum already Tamara?” Sanji’s voice sent a thrill through her just listening to it and he groaned as he felt her legs tighten over his hips. “ I’m nowhere near through with you yet, you realize.”
Tamara came at that exact moment, and Sanji swore under his breath. Suddenly, his weight was gone from on top of her, but Tamara knew he had not left the bed. Just as suddenly, she felt him all but tear her underwear away from her and his lips and tongue were at her core, cleaning and teasing her all the more. Tamara strained hard against her restraints and her back arched high as she felt Sanji's tongue flick over her clit. She screamed wantonly as another release crashed over her and Sanji's groans of delight reached her ears. Every nerve was over sensitized to even the slightest touch. " Sanji! Oh god, Sanji!"
Sanji couldn't take another moment more of this. He sat up and undid the restraints holding her hands above her head and he pushed the handkerchief away from her eyes." You are mine." He whispered heatedly as he looked into her ocean blue orbs.
" Only yours." Tamara affirmed passionately. Her jaw went slack as Sanji positioned himself at her entrance and her eyes fluttered at the sensation.
" You see this bed, Tamara? I'm never leaving it and neither are you. Promise me you'll never do that again." Sanji demanded gently. His eyes were a bit wet as he recalled that fateful night when he found Tamara gone with only a letter and her engagement ring to say good bye.
" I promise Sanji. Never again." Tamara reiterated. There were tears sparkling in her eyes again as well as she said it.
" There is no one on this planet who will love you more than I do." Within seconds he had Tamara’s legs hooked over his elbows and with a quick snap of his hips he was inside of her. " Damn Tamara..." he groaned as he felt her spasm around him. She was undulating wildly underneath him even as he kept thrusting into her willing body. " I came into this expecting to keep my control, but you broke my resolve so quickly."
Tamara grabbed his shoulders tightly and her nails dug into his skin a bit as Sanji went on automatic, their bodies moving in unison as they began striving for the stars. Tears of happiness and completion streaked her face as Sanji made wild, passionate love to her, and she pulled him closer to kiss him. Their tongues entwined like their bodies and Tamara clutched Sanji tighter still as another orgasm began harshly building.
" I love you." She whimpered against his lips, only to crest the wave right after.
Three words had never made Sanji come so hard. His release rocked him in four intense spurts and Sanji's jaw dropped as he looked into Tamara’s eyes. She was beautiful, angelic, and she held his heart in her delicate hands. He had never wanted anything more in this world than her.
Sanji felt blissfully numb as he lowered himself a bit to kiss her again and Tamara returned his fervor with her own. Now that was makeup sex, Sanji mused as he slid to the side. Tamara was panting heavily beside him as she curled up to him and she laid her head against his chest. She could hear Sanji's heart thudding wildly against the confines of his ribcage.
" Damn." She whispered and they both broke out in laughter from the sentiment. " I know I said not to even think of it, but damn. That was no quickie."
Sanji chuckled tiredly as Tamara curled up to him tighter still. " So, I'm never touching you again hm?" He said teasingly.
Tamara laughed softly in response. " I said that in the heat of the moment Sanji. I'm sorry I ever did." She whispered. " Where do we stand with all this?"
Sanji sighed a little as he turned to face her. Was she still having doubts? " I thought that was obvious Tamara. I want us to pick up where we left off." Sanji replied tenderly.
Tamara brow quirked up in curiosity. " Baratie left off or Romoria left off?" She inquired. Her fingers trailed down his jaw line and Sanji kissed the tips affectionately as he turned his head to them.
" Which would you prefer?" His gaze was serious as he met her eyes and Tamara sat up as she mulled things over. They would have been married by now, would have probably had a few kids by this point. Sanji knew that throwing a child into the mix right now would be extremely dangerous, considering that Magnus was actively hunting her down again. He groaned in realization as the thought hit him. They had not taken any precautions this time. " Shit."
" Reconsidering?" Tamara questioned mirthfully
" Not for a damn second. For all we know, I could have just gotten you pregnant." Sanji retorted with a slight glare.
Tamara shook her head. " Chopper was one step ahead of you. He has me on the same contraceptive that he makes for Nami and Robin. I'm due for my next dose at the end of next week." Tamara chuckled. " Would that be such a bad thing if we were to resume our engagement though?"
" With Magnus knowing you're alive, yes. Think of the lengths he's going through to kill you now, Tamara. He'll surely double his efforts if he knows you're with child. I thought I lost you once. I don't know if I could handle losing you and our unborn child at the same time." His voice was barely a whisper as he sat up as well and his eyes were staring ahead blankly as if Sanji were caught in a waking nightmare. He was relieved to know that she was already taking her own precautions though. It was one less burden off of his back.
“ I can’t make any promises concerning Magnus, Sanji. That bastard is either going to die by my blade or he’s going to stand trial for the atrocity he committed five years ago. Even if it means I have to take the throne even though I never wanted to.” Tamara replied. “ I have you in my corner now. I didn’t have that five years ago.”
“ You didn’t let me in your corner five years ago. Zeff and I both would have gone with you if you had asked us. You might have stood more of a chance then.” Sanji shot back. As much as he didn't want to admit it, it still hurt that Tamara had not come to him in her most desperate hour. She had acted while she had been extremely emotionally compromised.
“ It’s a mistake I’ve been paying for the last five years Sanji. I obviously wasn’t thinking straight then. The only thing I could think of was the fact that he was going to kill you. I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let Magnus destroy Baratie either. It was home.” Tamara smiled as she thought of the restaurant. She missed that old geezer something fierce. “ I wonder if I’ll ever see it again.”
Sanji smiled as well. “ Do you honestly think I was going to not take you back for a visit? Besides, I want to see if Zeff has a heart attack at seeing you alive and well again.”
Tamara laughed softly at that proclamation. “ He just might. We may want to have Chopper on hand too if that is the case.”
“ Now that I think on it, I have something I want you to look at.” Sanji said. He got up from the bed, only to jump in surprise as he felt a pinch on one of his butt cheeks. Tamara had goosed him the minute she was able to and she laughed brightly at the look he shot her.
“ Can’t help it. You’ve got a nice ass.” she explained with a flirtatious wink. She laughed as Sanji shook his head in his mirth and he pulled his boxers back on. Tamara took that moment to grab a nightie from her armoire as well. “ What’cha got there?” She was looking at a piece of yellowed parchment and her brow creased a bit as she looked at it. That wasn’t the letter she had written Sanji.
“ Martin was supposed to give this to both of us when he got to Baratie.” Sanji explained. Incidentally, the letters from both Tamara and her parents, along with the rings were in his goody bag. It had only become his goody bag while he had been traveling with Luffy. Needless to say, he had amassed quite an interesting collection over the last three years.
Tamara swallowed hard as she opened the letter and tears filled her eyes as she looked over her father’s handwriting. She missed her parents so much…
Sanji watched as she read the letter silently and her free hand rose to cover her mouth in an effort to stifle her sobs. Tears were coursing down her cheeks all the while, and after a few moments she put it down. “ I doubt reading this would have stopped you then, but you deserved to read it. You’re parents were wonderful people Tamara. I miss them too.”
“ I never knew how much they loved you. They always wanted us to be together…” she whispered as she wiped her tears away. “ Well damn, if I had known sooner, I wouldn’t have taken as long as I did.”
Sanji chuckled. She was referring to telling him how she felt then. “ Things happen the way they do for a reason.” Sanji said. Zeff had told him that five years ago. “ For good or bad Tamara. You were meant to do what you did, just as we were meant to find one another again back in Romoria. I’ll admit, you had me going in circles trying to figure you out then.”
Tamara smirked even as she leaned in to give him a kiss. “ That’s my job and I sure as hell don’t take it lightly.” she teased. Tamara looked back at the letter again. Her parents wanted her to find her own happiness, to find her own place in the world away from Denebra. They seemed to have known that she never wanted to take the throne. Her brow furrowed a little as she kept reading it over. There was a message within the message. “ Sanji get me a pen and paper…” she said suddenly, her eyes going wide.
Sanji was curious. “ What’s going on, Mara?”
“ Did you think it odd that there are so many capitalized letters?” Tamara asked him and Sanji shrugged nonchalantly. It had never really crossed his mind in all honesty. She was already writing them all down and Tamara doubled checked everything over to make sure she hadn’t missed anything. “ We came up with this code when Magnus first started to try to push my father out of the throne. I know he never caught on, thank goodness. He was never able to intercept any missives between my father and eye because only Martin was allowed to deliver them.” She looked over the letters carefully as she began to rearrange them. “ Magnus is not of the royal line...Check the records...Look for Aden...He is alive and waiting for you in Sensenbor…” Tamara paled instantly as she looked at the last part.
“ He’s your brother…” Sanji finished.
“ No…” Tamara whispered. “ That can’t be true. They would have told me the truth...Why would my parents hide that from me?!" Her heart was pounding so furiously at this revealation that Tamara was sure it was trying to beat right through her chest. Either that or it was going to explode from the shock. Aden, the cousin that she had never been allowed to see, the boy that had always been more of a ghost until they had started talking through letters, was her brother?!
“ To protect both of you. Magnus isn’t part of your family Tamara...” Sanji said suddenly. “ He’s not part of the royal line, but how is…”
“ He had to have been adopted. Wait! I remember hearing a story about how Denebra was at war for several years with Briss...Magnus looks nothing like either of my grandparents either. Maybe they took him in once the war was won?” Tamara inquired.
Sanji had a contemplative look on his face as well. “ That could be the case. It wasn’t uncommon in that age to do something like that. Magnus was never in line for the throne to begin with. What if he obliterated the Denebran royal line as an act of revenge for what happened to Briss?”
“ I need more information. And for that, I’m going to need Robin.” Tamara said. She looked down at the decoded message again. Aden was her brother. They were twins. “ I wonder if Aden’s known all this time that we were siblings.”
“ That’s why you were never allowed to play with him, you both would have figured it out in an instant. Didn’t you say that you and Aden had to resort to letter writing when he was sent off to Leonara?” Sanji asked her.
“ Aunt Jessa and Magnus adopted him. Mother always said Jessa had problems in trying to get pregnant...So when Aden and I were born, I was the first born…” Tamara whispered. “ I’m a sister…I always wished he was my brother.” She shook her head to clear her thoughts. “ Yes, Aden and I were writing letters back and forth, always going on about what we would do if we ever got a chance to talk face to face. Why would I need to check the records for though? That doesn’t make sense.” That part had been tickling her brain for the longest time. What could be in the records that she would need to look up?
“ Maybe your parents hid something there for the two of you.” Sanji offered. “ We won’t know for sure right now. We’ll have more information in a month though.”
“ I’m about to get more information on Briss now.” Tamara replied. She jumped off the bed and immediately changed into her other clothes. “ I’m sorry this is putting a damper on the mood, Sanji but…”
“ I understand completely Tamara. I won’t deny I would like more answers myself.” Sanji replied, though there was only one thought on his mind now.
Tamara didn’t have to take the throne seeing as how she was no longer the only heir. What her parents had wished for was possible. Tamara could find her own happiness away from Denebra. Sanji couldn’t help but smirk a little as Tamara darted out of her room. Her enthusiasm was contagious and Sanji didn’t feel in the slightest bit tired now despite the energy making love to Tamara had entailed. He pulled his trousers back up and he looked at the bag curiously for a moment. The ring boxes were at the very top now. Sanji pulled the the slightly bigger box out and he opened it for the first time in five years. Tamara’s engagement ring sat beside the matching wedding band and he looked towards the door again.
Was it too soon?
Sanji sighed as he pulled the ring out and he looked at it a long time as if trying to figure out what Tamara honestly wanted. Then again, only Tamara had the answer to that. He stood straight with the ring still in his grasp. " I'm probably going to make a fool out of myself tonight." he whispered into the empty room. Sanji pulled his shirt off the floor and then his jacket. While he was waiting on Tamara, he could at least get his things moved in. Hopefully Robin would be able to get the information they needed about the war between Denebra and Briss fairly quickly.
Sanji smirked a bit. Knowing the archeologist, Tamara probably had her hands on the book as he was thinking about it.
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