Something that touched at the feminine portion of Nami’s soul where her need to coo softly over kittens and adorable baby bunnies was normally kept safely locked away behind her protective shell of greed and indifference. That line? OWNS.
Luffy held his paintbrush like he was holding a drumstick or a side of beef Such. A. Dork.
She hoped that if she watched long enough, one day she would watch Nami in just the same way. This fic is really very sweet. I like it a lot.
Erm, nothing
There were fingers kneading at his shoulders a little later, poking along his ribs and drawing out a giggle. So cute!
and a final flurry of hands swept through the room and gathered up her companions, snuffed the lamps and made sure the door was locked Honestly, if Sanji walked in on this, he'd probably throw himself overboard.
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“But I don’t like handlin’ it on my own. That’s what yer for.” Ben isn't getting paid enough. There can't possibly be enough beri around for him to deal with Shanks day in, day out. Poor, poor man.
Skinny-dipping was all fine and good, but he was teaching Luffy bad habits and he had flashed poor Makino too. *giggles* This works so well!!!
Ben squared back his shoulders, opened the door, and walked right into a veritable feast of jiggling female flesh. I think I said something about no getting paid enough, yes?
“We’re going,” he said, finality clear in his tone. “Whatever you have in your hand by the time you get to the register is what you’re getting. No exceptions.” I love that Shanks needs to be treated as if he's two.
A pair of snug, pink satin panties, and a matching set on the local bartender, resulted in some rather severe hemorrhaging in the nasal area and he decided to lie down in the shade instead. Ben must love Mihawk's visits so very much.
As for a certain impressionable young lad, well, Nami keeps her underwear drawer locked from more than just a horny love cook’s prying eyes. Someone needs to draw Luffy in lacy girly panties!
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Date: 2006-09-23 08:44 pm (UTC)Something that touched at the feminine portion of Nami’s soul where her need to coo softly over kittens and adorable baby bunnies was normally kept safely locked away behind her protective shell of greed and indifference. That line? OWNS.
Luffy held his paintbrush like he was holding a drumstick or a side of beef Such. A. Dork.
She hoped that if she watched long enough, one day she would watch Nami in just the same way. This fic is really very sweet. I like it a lot.
Erm, nothing
There were fingers kneading at his shoulders a little later, poking along his ribs and drawing out a giggle. So cute!
and a final flurry of hands swept through the room and gathered up her companions, snuffed the lamps and made sure the door was locked Honestly, if Sanji walked in on this, he'd probably throw himself overboard.
Unmentionables
“But I don’t like handlin’ it on my own. That’s what yer for.” Ben isn't getting paid enough. There can't possibly be enough beri around for him to deal with Shanks day in, day out. Poor, poor man.
Skinny-dipping was all fine and good, but he was teaching Luffy bad habits and he had flashed poor Makino too. *giggles* This works so well!!!
Ben squared back his shoulders, opened the door, and walked right into a veritable feast of jiggling female flesh. I think I said something about no getting paid enough, yes?
“We’re going,” he said, finality clear in his tone. “Whatever you have in your hand by the time you get to the register is what you’re getting. No exceptions.” I love that Shanks needs to be treated as if he's two.
A pair of snug, pink satin panties, and a matching set on the local bartender, resulted in some rather severe hemorrhaging in the nasal area and he decided to lie down in the shade instead. Ben must love Mihawk's visits so very much.
As for a certain impressionable young lad, well, Nami keeps her underwear drawer locked from more than just a horny love cook’s prying eyes. Someone needs to draw Luffy in lacy girly panties!