Wants

She had never found a use for it. To be honest, the bed was rather uncomfortable and took up too much space, since she had never gotten rid of the old one. She had never understood why she had bought the stupid thing and made Zoro carry it back to the ship. Sure, the other bed didn't have a head board, but she hadn't found a reason to have one in the first place.

"N-Nami-san?"

Her attention was pulled to the body on the bed, which was blind folded. His hands, which he loved dearly, where tied securely above his head. The blond hair that covered his left eye had drifted over his nose slightly, lightly dancing on his right cheek. A small blush covered his cheeks, bringing out his pale skin more.

Perhaps making him wait made him uneasy. But, she enjoyed it. His bare chest moving up and down slightly with every breath. His belt was gone, and the button of his pants was undone. The zipper, however, remained fastened, only showing a bit of the curling yellow hair beneath. Her eyes absorbed the image, as if it were the most beautiful thing on earth.

Finally tired of just looking, Nami got up from her chair and snuck over to the side of the bed. He hadn't noticed her movements, or how close she was. She waited a moment before she reached out a pushed his hair out of the right side of his face. The sudden touch made Sanji jump slightly. He swallowed slightly, the blush on his face turning a darker shade.

"Nami-san?"

Nami lifted herself onto the bed and straddled Sanji's hips, her bare legs on either side of him. She leaned forward slightly, her hand lingering onto Sanji's chest. He squirmed a little as Nami's hand traveled up to the middle of his chest, then stopped, pressing down lightly against it. She leaned forward until her head was right next to Sanji's.

"Beg, Sanji-kun," she purred, lifting her hand slightly and curling her fingers until the pointer remained. Then she twirled her finger in a circle in the middle of his chest.

"Nami-san..." he managed, almost in a whimpering kind of tone. "Please..." She smiled, stopping her finger's movements. She glided the finger down to Sanji's right nipple.

"Please what?" she asked, flicking it once. A low moan escaped the cook's mouth and he squirmed at the touch.

"I..." he started, then stopped. Nami lifted her head slightly, watching Sanji's face turn a deeper shade of red. He lightly bit his bottom lip as he struggled to find the words to say.

"I can't do anything if you don't tell me what you want," she cooed, her finger flicking his nipple again. Another low groan and squirm.

"I... I want... you... to..." Then his voice stopped. His face turned almost completely red. He turned his head away, his golden hair hiding his face from Nami. She watched as his fingers twitched slightly and he tried to find the words. Finally he sighed, almost defeated. "I'm sorry Nami-san, I just..." he hesitated, turning his head to face the ceiling, "I can't... get myself to say it..."

"But if you don't say what you want," she purred, her hand drifting away from his nipple, "Then how am I suppose to know?" She watched is face contort from a look of defeat to worry.

She sighed then pushed herself up. "I guess we'll have just to do this differently then," she said. Her voice was soft, as if she was sad that Sanji wasn't playing along with her. Sanji jerked slightly.

"N-no Nami-san!" he yelled, obviously flustered that he made Nami upset, "I'm sorry! We ca-" He was interrupted by Nami, who pressed two of her fingers against his lips.

"Shh," she whispered, "You'll wake the others." It was adorable how he would do anything she asked. "So... what do you want me to do?" She lifted her fingers from his mouth and moved her hand, which landed softly on his left shoulder. A dark blush covered his face.

"I... I want you to... make me..." He hesitated, then swallowed again. His mouth opened, but it took a second for the words to follow. "C... come..." Nami smiled, then kissed Sanji softly on the cheek.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" she cooed in his ear before nibbling on it. Her hands trailed down to his chest, flicking the nipples as they went by. Sanji squirmed slightly under her, a groan escaping his lips. Her hands drifted down, stopping where the zipper was on Sanji's pants. Nami sat up and adjusted so she was positioned further down Sanji's body. Then she undid the zipper slowly, watching as the black, silk boxers beneath came into view. When it was completely unzipped, she pulled the pants off before tossing them on the floor.

Now all that remained was the silk boxers, which her fingers danced over for the moment, rubbing against the growing member beneath. A groan left Sanji's mouth and he arched slightly into Nami's hand. Her hand lifted away, causing a small whine to come out of Sanji's mouth. Her hand slipped back down, pressing against the band on the boxers. With one swift motion, the boxers were slipped off and thrown on the floor with his pants.

Nami looked up, only to be entranced by the man before her. His hair was already turning into a mess, curling slightly around his face. The blush he had turned into a lighter shade. His pink lips were parted slightly as he tried to maintain control. His chest moved as he panted, going in unison with his breath.

Her hand lingered, finger extended and brushed against the tip of his member gently. A soft moan left his lips. Her hand reached back, tracing the side of his member. After a few more traces, his member became completely hard. A gentle squeeze got Sanji a small gasp from his lips.

As she let go, she dipped down her mouth right next to his member. She waited until an impatient moan left the cook's lips. Then she gently licked the side of his member. Sanji yelped his surprise, causing Nami to giggle slightly. Another lick caused the cook to moan. After a moment, her mouth circled around the tip of the member. A loud gasp left Sanji's mouth and he turned his head to the side, the blond hair spreading on the pillow. Her mouth descended, tongue dancing lightly on the tip. Small pants and moans rose from Sanji as his back arched slightly. Nami looked up at Sanji's flushed face, admiring pale skin with such a deep red blush.

Deciding to torment Sanji some, she rose up, then took her mouth off his member. A moan rose up from Sanji as the cold air came into touch with the saliva Nami had left behind. Then, a whine as he realized Nami had stopped. Then, she looked down at Sanji again before positioning herself above his member. Her hands spread out on the bed sheet as she readied herself above him. With no warning, she slid herself onto Sanji's member, moaning slightly at the sudden penetration. Nami leaned forward slightly, brushing her hand against Sanji's chest. Slowly, she lifted herself, then slid back down. A moan left Sanji's lips and almost caused Nami to whine.

As she continued to move, her left hand slipped up, dancing from his cheek to the blindfold. Then, she pulled it off, showing Sanji's blue eye, which was filled with lust. She leaned down, kissing the cook lightly on the lips before reaching her hand up and untying his hands. Feeling his hands were free, Sanji flipped their position, causing Nami to squeak slightly.

He dipped down, nibbling her neck slightly and licking her collarbone. He began to quicken his pace, pushing into Nami gently, but fast enough to cause friction. Nami began to pant and whine, arching up into Sanji's hold. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

Sanji turned his attention to Nami's lips, giving them quick pecks as he quickened his pace again. Nami squirmed slightly, moaning loudly and tighting her hands into fists. Her back arched more, and she turned her head slightly, panting loudly. She squeezed her eyes closed.

"S-Sanji-kun!"

Nami felt her release as Sanji pulled out, coming all over Nami's stomach instead. For a moment, all she could do was pant and try to find her bearings again. She felt Sanji's warm breath on her face, which slowed after a moment. She opened her eyes to see Sanji's golden hair and blue eye staring down at her. Suddenly, a warm smile covered his face.

"Nami-san," He leaned down, their lips brushing lightly together. She closed the gap, feeling the warmth of the cook's lips only for a moment. Then, she pulled away.

"Yes, Sanji-kun?"

"I love you." A smile crept on Nami's face and she spread her hand out against Sanji's back. A small blush covered her face.

"I love you too."