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She knew from the beginning Ace wasn't staying forever. Still Sanji wished their moments in the kitchen would last forever.
It had been only a week since their captain's fiery older sister had met with them under the pretense of protecting her mess of a sibling. Sanji in her skin tight skirt couldn't help but immediately stare at the black sports bra that matches the butch's shorts, only to be taken by shame for even considering looking that way at her friend's sister. The deal was clear from the beginning, Ace appearing was merely a check up on Luffy. Coming with a warning, staying for a few days and then heading back on her mission to leave them to free Alabasta. She was not here for Sanji, and the cook needed to respect that the siblings probably missed each other dearly too much for Ace to even look her way.
Part of her wished they had met at a bar, drinks running in their blood to give them the bravery to run each others hands along their bodies. Ace was just the type of woman Sanji was used to kissing in secret: the buff, relaxed and cool type. Even while shaming herself, she couldn't help but have her eyes dart between Ace's freckles, chest and abs. She was hot, and soon the crew found out it was in more ways than one.
It came to everyone's surprise when Ace focused not only on her sister, but on getting to know the crew of the Going Merry. Certainly to make sure Luffy was in good hands, but part of her smile told Sanji she knew very well no hands can hold their Captain down. No, Ace was talking to them merely because she was kind. She cared about people and their dreams in a way that was all too similar to Luffy, but much sweeter.
It wasn't too long until Ace had found her way into Sanji's kitchen. The ship's cooks was merely slicing vegetables mindlessly while the butch looked at her in admiration. She could feel her warm smile in the back of her blonde hair. "Need some help?" she sung in a low tone - almost flirty? Sanji shook the thought.
After so many years of training to be focused and rigorous as a chef, all that went down the drain as soon as Ace's toned bicep brushed against her blue sleeves. Her face went red in a way that matched the tomatoes on the cutting board, trying to avoid Ace's eyes to not make the situation awkward for her.
Ace chuckled - not the mocking laughs the swordswoman would do to embarrass her, a soft, comforting chuckle, one that says "you're so cute". Still, Sanji lifted a leg in instinct, her short heels clacking as she positioned herself. "What's so funny to you? I thought you were going to help. The courgettes won't dice themselves" the blonde temptatively pressed the tip of her navy blue heels on the crack between her abs, tearing another chuckle from the pirate's throat. A warm hand that began to burn grabbed at her just as hot ankle, carefully moving it upward to inch her body closer to Sanji's. Her wide mouth curled up between dark strands of hair that framed her face: "It's just that I don't see a pretty girl panicking when I'm nearby every day. I like it".
Sanji noticed her skirt had hiked up from the movement, exposing the rim of her pantyhose on her tigh. She saw Ace look down hungrily, and quickly let her foot free. The dark haired woman walked coolly towards the kitchen door, locking it in one movement. "You know, Sanji", her voice was deep and warm, "I think we're very alike."
She wasn't wrong. If one got past the inicial looks - Ace's more butch explorer outfit and Sanjis neat femme secretary getup - they acted in similar ways. They were both gentle and caring, almost motherly to those around them. They both shyed away when talking about their distant past before finding families that love them. They both smiled quiet while watching the other laugh and feed themselves.
They were both carers. They cared too much for others.
It was a rare instance that two carers would meet. Those used to putting others first alway, often forgetting to take care of themselves. When they cross paths, a battle begins of who can take care of the other better, and that's how Ace ended up gazing lovingly at Sanji in the kitchen. There was an unspoken need between them to please the other and guarantee they had everything they needed and wanted. To put simply, they were givers, and when faced with eachtother, they didn't know when to stop giving.
Ace turned from the door, pacing towards the feminine cook trying to hide her admiration. She too had gazed at her legs covered in pantyhose, and the way her blouse opened when she reached for things in the fridge. It wasn't often they got to indulge in their own needs, and Ace didn't even want to aknowledge that seeing the blone blush was one. So, she reframed the situation.
"I think you're seeking something only I can give, am I wrong?" a service. That's a language they both spoke. Devotion and selflessness. Sanji didn't respond, hypnotysed by the dark eyes gazing at her up and down. Just from the slow pace towards her and the implication of a locked door she could feel a knot getting tighter in her core, one that desperatly needed to come undone. As if hearing her thoughts, the fire fruit user dragged a hand trough her own short dark hair, pulling it back, lacking its usual orange hat. Her muscle was on display, the fumbled tattoo enhancing the strong shoulders.
Sanji wanted to do something equally sexy in return, but she could only stand still, mouth agape. Not for too long, since before the blonde could think of her next move, Ace closed the gap between them with an open mouth kiss. It was needy but gentle, Sanji pushing back against the warm lips and letting their tongues touch, as if feeding each other what they could give. A hand came to rest at her hips, leg rising once again in instict, this time quickly wrapping itself against Ace's own.
As tongues danced with eachother, no words were spoken or tought of. No care for the consequences of the moment after, only the need they both felt at that second, convincing themselves they were not being selfish if they were of service to someone else. It wasn't often Sanji got to be touched like this, more often choosing to punish herself in solitude. Like Ace said, they were alike, so she would espect her to be the same. That only filled her with the motivation to touch her back, to give to her as much as she was being given.
Pale hands travelled between the hard bumps in the other's stomach, exploring upwards towards the fabric covering her chest. The bra was small, leaving little to the imagination, and Sanji didn't need to try too hard to get under it. A low hum echoed down her throat in response, followed by strong hands getting warmer as they slid under her skirt. The cook could feel the pantyhose form holes as the heat emanating from the other's hands caused a hairdryer-like effect. If she was more selfish, she would have been upset, but all she wanted at the momment was to give her body to those burning hands.
Her fingers tentatively touched a hard nub under the sports bra, getting a gasp in response, Ace closing the space between them against the counter. Sanji's tight pencil skirt was now completely hoisted up to her hips, the other pirate being able to feel the heat emanating from her center - and even though Ace still had her shorts on, the heat from her's felt unbearable too. She tore apart from the glossy lips to explore the pale neck, kissing it gently while looking up with pleading eyes to see a desperate lust in blue irisis. Kissing down only stopping at the blouse's collar, she came back up to whiper in her ear. "Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you.", she smirked, biting at the lobe, making Sanji moan quietly has she stopped herself from rutting againt Ace's hips. The words that dripped from her lips made the dark haired pirate go wide-eyed. "Use me" the blonde whispered back "Let me give you my body however you want to see it".
Ace nearly dropped her from the counter then and there, unsure how to respond. Unsure how to be selfish in her actions. She was grounded by a pinch of her nipple, making her arch her back against the other woman. There was a small crackle of flame in her hair, gone as soon as hands kept wandering around the skirt, leaving holes in their path until arriving at the center. Sanji moaned as a finger pressed against the pantyhose, opening a path with a slow drag up her slit. Pantyhose and underwear ruined, those strong fingers took no time fiding her clit. Tortuous slow circle motions, made her twitch against the other's chest, the heat from Ace's fingertips only heightening the pleasure.
A small moan escaped her lips that was quickly swallowed by Ace, now being fed in gasps and lovely sounds as her finger slid to Sanji's entrance. She paused for a moment, as if waiting for a rejection at every turn, only for the cook to moan louder and thrust her hips forward, dipping the fingers into her folds. Her hand squeezed the small boob harder, stretching the fabric of the sports bra further.
"Fuck" Ace whispered, "Come here" both didn't take any more time for their lips to come together, kissing each other in a wild battle of need and giving as long fingers made their way inside the cook's heat. She moaned against the thin lips, her own gloss and lipstick already smeared around both their mouths. A small string of drool connected them as they separated, Sanji immediately throwing her head back in pleasure as those fingers kept moving against her walls.
"Ace" she moaned, "it feels so good". She felt guilty at the admission, thinking she needed to do more to please the pirate. Looking through her lusty fog, her gaze shot down to Ace's pants, noticing now they were unzipped, showing the rim of her boxer briefs. There was something else: Ace's other hand, creating space in between her legs for her own pleasure, leaving the blonde to support herself against the counter. Noticing her gaze, she responded to a question left to be asked. "Don't worry about it. I can figure myself out. I want to give you pleasure more than anything." She could feel her own fingers getting hot, both hands fighting for control of her ability, the blonde strands floating back as Sanji twitched at the sensation inside her.
"I want to pleasure you too" there was care and honesty in her voice, blue eyes looking lovingly at a person she knew for less than a week. Her hand slid down beneath button and zipper of dark denim shorts. Ace turned her face into the crook of the blonde neck as slim fingers found their way to her heat - the world very literal, as every touch had her wanting to burst into literal flames.
The two held each other for what seemed like hours. Giving to each other equally and letting themselves give in to pleasure they so much needed to get as well as receive. It wasn't before long that they found themselves in the kitchen floor, whatever food was being prepared forgotten on the counter as much as the clothes on their bodies. Skin met skin, tongues met lips. It was was hot and it was desperate and it was craving.
Sanji fell asleep on Ace's strong tattooed arm, a gentle hand brushing her hair. She woke up in her bed cot, dressed in a loose shirt. Her first thought was if everything had been a dream, but the ship's sniper quickly saying how Ace had dropped her off before leaving made her sure the passion was real. That's when the word hit her.
"Wait, leaving?" she tried to make her voice sound less emotional than she felt, but failed. Her crewmate explained something of Ace having her own quest, and the captain completed the thought expressing how glad they were Ace had stopped to check on them. Sanji couldn't control herself before questions left her mouth, her crewmates confused at her state. The swordswoman in a bedcott nearby grunted and rumbled something of not being able to sleep with all the whining.
Ace had really left. No conversation. No warning.
The cook knew it was the deal from the beginning. She knew she would leave. Yet, having a moment of silent understanding - a moment of intimacy like no other she had before - only to be left again.
She could only hope - not only for her, but for her crew and captain- that she would see Ace again one day.