This is shameless PWP and in no way affects the previous chapter. So, if you want to act like chapter 1 was the end, then you can, but, if you were disappointed it wrapped up too quickly at the good part, here it is.

We all have Futagi on AO3 to thank for this. Apparently, I didn't need much encouragement to write this but if they hadn't said anything, I probably would have left it how it was. So… this is for you (is it weird to dedicate smut to someone? Oh well.)

So, without further ado,

*Chants* Lawn sex, lawn sex, lawn sex…

Enjoy!

The door clicked shut behind Nami and she was surrounded by silence. Even Carrot, who was asleep in Robin's bed was unusually quiet- normally she fidgeted a lot in her sleep or murmured.

Whilst it was peaceful in her room, Nami was anything but. She was too keyed up, replaying her last kiss with Sanji on a loop. Her lips still tingled, and her pulse wouldn't calm down. She was sure if she hadn't pulled away before leaving, Sanji would be laying over her right now and they'd be engaging in activity not appropriate for the lawn deck. Her stomach knotted at the thought.

Damn it, there was no sleeping now. If she laid down that's all she'd think about and knowing Sanji was still outside didn't help in calming her down either.

Yes, she had told Sanji that he needed to work for her, but since when did that mean she had to suffer too? She wondered briefly if he even wanted to, what if he wanted to wait? A small part of her snorted in disbelieve at that thought, but Sanji was very chivalrous.

Well, she wouldn't find out standing in her room.

Peering out of the window of her door, she could see him laying back down on the lawn again and rubbing his hands over his face. Nami smiled to herself, he looked frustrated and it sent a bit of pride shooting through her. At least he was suffering with her.

Not wanting to wait any longer, Nami quietly opened the door and made her way back down to the lawn. Not quietly enough though because as she padded down the stairs Sanji's face turned to the side to look at her.

"Oh, Nami-san." He looked surprised to see her. "Is everything okay?" He sat up to look at her approaching with concern.

She didn't respond to him straight away, continuing to close the distance between them until she was kneeling in front of him. "Kiss me," she breathily demanded.

Sanji's eyebrows raised and he was slack jawed at her words. She briefly wondered if she'd broken him with her demand, but she could almost see the cogs working over her request in his brain and not a moment later, he was responding. His hands raised to cup either side of her face and bring her into a soft kiss. She ran her hands over the soft material of his hoody, up his arms to fist it at the shoulders and pull him in closer. His lips slowly moved over hers and as nice as it was, she wanted something a bit more than that right now.

When she returned his soft kiss with more pressure and slanted her mouth against his, he seemed to get the idea. He approved of her kiss as he hummed, moving his hands from her face to palm at the back of her thighs and encouraging her into his lap. She ran her hands through his hair to keep him closer and settled onto him. Smiling to herself, she could feel him half hard against her thigh.

"Bit excited before I came out?" Nami teased, pulling out of the kiss.

Sanji laughed lightly to cover his groan when her thigh brushed against him and flushed. "Ah, well, before… and now… you know." He brushed his nose against hers.

With the best smoky look she could muster, she uttered back, "Let's sort that out for you," leaving him with a peck before grounding down on him and kissing along his jaw.

He couldn't smother the groan this time and it came out loudly on the quiet lawn. His hands moved up from her thighs and smoothed over her behind.

"You have no idea how much I wanted to follow after you," Sanji throatily said and he was rewarded with Nami licking over his Adams apple before lightly scraping her teeth and she felt him shudder. He was like putty in her hands and she loved it.

"Mhm, yeah, me too, but maybe not when poor Carrots in there. Not this nicest way to be woken up."

Whatever Sanji was going to say was cut off as Nami ground down on him again and in its place, he let out a choked sound. His hands kept her hips pressed down against him and they both gasped this time at the sensation. Nami was in a bliss, she'd long forgotten his neck as she threw her head back and instead focused on Sanji's hardening length rubbing against her in just the right way. She was only barely aware of him kissing along her collarbone but when he hit a particularly good spot, she was thrusting her chest into his face and that seemed to be the thing that tipped him over the edge.

She was looking back up at the stars again when he laid her on her back, she didn't mourn the loss when Sanji hovered over her, his face blocking the view. He brought her into a desperate kiss, tongues playing with each other's as he eased himself between her thighs and thrust against her. They both broke the kiss to gasp but instead of leaning back in for her lips, he started a trail along her jaw.

"Nami-san," he crooned, gasping again when she rolled her hips, "You have no idea…" he said incoherently, now too focused on kissing a path down her neck.

Somehow Nami seemed to understand what he was trying to say. "Mm, uhuh, yeah."

His hand ran up her waist to cup at her breast, as his mouth met the very same destination and he pressed kisses along the edge of her tank top that prevented him from fully exploring. She felt goose bumps erupt on her arms when his tongue touched her skin and when she looked down, she could hardly believe the sight of his mop of blond hair between her breasts.

But she was growing tired of not having him actually touching them properly. He looked at her questioningly when she pushed him back, but an eager smile erupted when he saw her hands going to the bottom of her top to pull it over her head. His hands joined hers in peeling it away and he flung it behind them both.

Before he could eagerly settle back, Nami's hands were squishing either side of his cheeks to force him to look at her face, even though his eyes tried to wander. "Wait. You won't have a nosebleed, will you?" Nami asked. She did not need Chopper out here lecturing her. Or him ruining the mood, especially before they'd even done anything.

Sanji shook his head frantically, almost afraid she was going to deny him.

Satisfied with his response, she released his face and moaned out, "Then touch me, Sanji."

It had the exact reaction she was going for. Instead of continuing his teasing kisses, he was pressing hot open-mouthed kisses on her breasts. She was gasping and writhing as his tongue flicked her nipple, her hands running through his hair to encourage him. She could feel a flush working through her body at the sensations and heat pooled between her legs. She frowned though when her hands ran down to his back and touched fabric on his back. She was half dressed and he was fully dressed? Absolutely not.

With the hands of a true thief, she silently worked her hands underneath his hoody whilst he was distracted and caressed the muscles of his stomach. He gasped around her nipple and pulled back when he felt her tugging it up.

When his hoody hit the floor, she used it as a chance to roll them, so she was on top. He had no complaints, his eyes still glued to her breasts and the way they swayed when she moved.

Nami's eyes drunk in the view of Sanji's upper body, it really was a shame he hid it underneath suits. Her hands smoothed across his chest and teasingly flicked his nipple with her fingers. She bit her lip when he moaned beneath her, it did funny things to her stomach hearing him like that. Giving one last tweak to his nipple, her hands caressed down his stomach, lingering around his eight pack, before continuing on and toying with the waistband of his bottoms.

Sanji eyes were hazy and Nami realised that with the new shift in their relationship, this was a look she never seen before. He was looking at her like a starved man, pure want across his face. But when her hand dipped beneath his trousers and touched his length, her time on top had ended.

Her back met his hoody when she was rolled back onto the grass and Sanji was pulling her up for a second so he could adjust his hoody for her to lay comfortably on. He captured her lips again but gasped when his fingers trailed down to gently run over her clothed lips, the small action had tingles of pleasure shooting through her stomach.

"Pants off. Now." Nami demanded against Sanji's lips and he nodded, pulling at her bottom lip before pulling away.

Nami was pulling at Sanji's bottoms whilst his hands were shimmying hers past her hips. When they both pulled as far as they could, she was lifting her legs to pull her bottoms and underwear off whilst he stood to take his off. The clothing was flung somewhere neither of them cared to think about right now.

Sanji quickly settled back between her legs and she wound her legs around his waist, feet digging into his behind to bring his hips exactly where she wanted them. They both let out the loudest moans yet when his length rubbed against her wet folds and Nami rocked her hips against him to get him to do it again. They both panted as they started to find a rhythm and if she wasn't careful, Nami was going to come like this. Based on Sanji's panting, he was in the same position.

"Sanji, I need- mhm- you in me." Even to her own ears she sounded desperate.

"Nami- hah- we, uh, don't have a condom," Sanji breathed out against her neck, not stopping the roll of his hips despite the potentially bad news.

"I'm on the pill."

"Oh thank god." Sanji quickly said, nibbling along her neck. "You sure you want this?"

Nami wondered for a second if he meant something other than them having sex, but she didn't have the capacity to break that down right now. Instead, she settled on, "More than sure, I want you."

It was the loudest moan Sanji had given thus far. "You're the sexiest woman alive," he said, pressing a feverish kiss against her lips and lining himself up against her.

When he started to slowly push into her, Sanji caught her face, holding her face so he could see her expression. There was something raw about it, watching pleasure play out on the others face and Nami felt her senses heightening the longer she looked into Sanji's gaze. They both moaned when he was in her fully and she rolled her hips to get him to move.

It was all becoming a blur after that. Nami's hands grasped at the grass, trying to anchor herself as Sanji thrust into her and her hips came up to meet him halfway. She couldn't be sure if it was her, or him or both of them, but moans were tumbling out into the still night and as she shifted her hips slightly, she almost sobbed at the places he was reaching within her.

Considering it was early morning, it should be cold but Nami had never felt hotter. Sanji's hands scorched along her body and pressed kisses wherever he could; on her collarbone, her shoulder, her neck, over her heart and it was all too much. Her hands ran along his back, over his chest, in his hair as she abandoned the grass and anchored herself to him instead.

"Nami," Sanji moaned against her lips, lazily pressing a kiss there before continuing, "you feel so good."

She almost didn't recognise the moan that came from her, it was high pitched and filled with so much need. "Sanji, I- I…" She couldn't finish her sentence but Sanji understood, grinding his hips into hers and she could feel heat spreading through her stomach. "I'm so close."

"Me too."

If it were possible, he picked up his speed and she desperately tried to keep up. But she couldn't and she went tumbling over the edge, moans spilling from her mouth as stars erupted behind her eyes and heat flushed through her body. Through her blissed haze she could hear him panting and groaning, hips spasming as he followed after her.

Coming down from her high, she could feel a weight draped over her and lips being pressed lazily to the skin above her breasts. She felt a shot of pride go through her at the sated, relaxed look on Sanji's face and she pressed her lips against his.

He rolled them, so she was on top and his hands leisurely traced up and down her body.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"More than okay," she hummed, smiling up at him.

"That was…" He seemed lost for words.

She laughed lightly. "Yeah, I know." She pushed against his chest to lift herself up and smiled down at him mischievously. "I think I need a repeat performance."

A smile spread across his face and his hands now moved with more purpose. "Good, because I really want to taste you."

She should feel embarrassed at his blunt words, but instead she could feel herself starting to get worked up again. She could only imagine, for the time being, just how skilled his hands were. Their brief post-sex peace was quickly coming to an end.

Whatever she was about to say was cut off as Sanji suddenly rolled over her protectively, pressing their bodies together and shielding her. Before Nami could question what was wrong, the boy's room was suddenly thrown open and Luffy came charging out.

"Need to pee, need to pee, need to pee, need t-" His words cut off as the toilet door slammed behind him.

There was a stunned silence on the deck, as the two occupants lay naked with each other and stare after the toilet door.

Nami blinked, bewildered by the sudden turn of events. She turned to Sanji and he looked resigned. "Does he do that a lot?" She questioned.

"You have no idea, it used to wake me up all the time. He's like a child and doesn't want to get up, so he holds it until he's desperate to go," Sanji said, sitting up and bringing her with him so he could get the hoody underneath her that she was still laying on. He gave her one last appreciative look before holding out the hoody for her. "Here, put this on."

She gave him a grateful smile, about to take it from him but he pulled it away.

"Arms up," Sanji said, looking far too pleased with himself.

Nami laughed but held her arms up as Sanji helped her into it. "Better?" She questioned.

"When other people are around, yes," he replied, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"Maybe you should put on my top and preserve your modesty too." That was a sight Nami would love to see. Sanji in her pink frilly pyjama top. Maybe she could convince him…

As the bathroom door opened again, Sanji pulled away. Luffy started a much less frantic pace back to the boy's room but stopped midway and turned towards them. "Great, you guys made up!"

Both of them on the lawn paused… Did he mean what they thought he meant?

Doubtful, although Nami was still impressed he'd picked up on the tension between the two of them prior to this. She shrugged, not really caring right now, and interrupted the rest of Luffy's stroll. "Luffy, don't go back to sleep, your watch is about to start!"

Luffy turned to look at them both. He didn't say anything, but his critical gaze passed over Nami and then Sanji. Nami shuffled self-consciously, she knew how they both looked. Hell, Sanji didn't even have a top on! But was Luffy really going to realise now?

"Okay." Shrugging, he walked past them towards the crow's nest. "But breakfast will be in a few hours, right?" He asked excitedly.

Sanji rolled his eyes and stood up from the lawn. "I'll be starting it in a few hours."

"Good enough, see you then!" And Luffy hurtled himself to the crow's nest, ignoring the ladder.

Sanji sighed, no doubt imagining how obnoxious Luffy was going to be whilst he was preparing food, but there a still a ghost of a smile on his face.

Nami grabbed his hand and considering how early in the morning it still was, she showed no sign of fatigue. "So Sanji-kun, want to go to the aquarium?" She said lowly, winking at him.

Nothing more needed to be said as Sanji scooped her up and made a hasty retreat. He didn't need telling twice. Nami's giggles filled the silence on board until the door shut after them.

And that's a wrap! A nice dose of smut for you all.

As always, please forgive any errors.

Thanks for reading.