Nobody else gets to make out on his workstation, that is his solitary right as the chef- and as long as everything is sanitized, it's fine. He hums into the kiss, tongue sliding against hers in the hungry press of their lips. She's sitting next to him, but it's not enough. Scooting a bit further back on the table and, as gently as he can, hauls her onto his lap. He keeps a hand at her waist for a bit of extra stability.
When he does pull away, it's only so he can give her a moment to catch her breath if she needs it. He doesn't go far, resting his forehead against hers.
There were no objections on her end as she happily and eagerly shifted to settle into his lap, hands cupping his cheeks or carding through his hair. Her lungs (useless things that they were these days) were already burning, but she did not break away until Sanji did. Even then, with their foreheads pressed together, she stole little kisses with careful tilts of her head. "Gods." She murmured, tongue sliding over her teeth. "Dessert tastes just as good as dinner did." Not that she could taste much at all, but that was not the point. "You sure you want to mess up your kitchen?"
He will have anyone's head that decides to come into the galley right now, it's decided. He meets those achingly tender kisses with his own, rubbing gentle circles on her back.
"Heh. I don't know about that, but I'm happy to serve." If he's been smoking a bit more recently, it's only because he's stressed about how fucked Night Sky's situation is. It makes him angry that such a wonderful person is stuck with something so rotten. "You won't hear any complaints from me." Sanji pulls away to better look her in the eye, his brow furrowed with concern. "Unless you'd like somewhere a bit more comfortable?"
"No." She said quicky. Even if she did want to move somewhere more suitable for what they were going to do, she didn't want to be away from him for even a second to do so. "This is perfect." She smiled, stole another kiss, and hooked her finger into the loop of his tie, tugging to loosen it. When she spoke again, her voice was low. "I've wanted you since we met, you know. I didn't think I'd actually get the chance..."
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When he does pull away, it's only so he can give her a moment to catch her breath if she needs it. He doesn't go far, resting his forehead against hers.
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"Heh. I don't know about that, but I'm happy to serve." If he's been smoking a bit more recently, it's only because he's stressed about how fucked Night Sky's situation is. It makes him angry that such a wonderful person is stuck with something so rotten. "You won't hear any complaints from me." Sanji pulls away to better look her in the eye, his brow furrowed with concern. "Unless you'd like somewhere a bit more comfortable?"
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