The scent of sizzling eggs and toasted bread drifted through the cozy morning air of your shared home. Nami, ever carefree around you since you two married, moved easily around the kitchen—bare(naked), comfortable, and absolutely radiant. It had become almost normal by now… almost.

Hearing you shift and grumble softly from your half-asleep state, she smiled mischievously, wiping her hands on a towel before padding barefoot over to your side of the bed.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she cooed, her voice teasingly sweet.

You cracked your eyes open, only to be immediately met with a heart-racing sight — from your low angle, you caught every curve, every sway of her body as she leaned down, her soft chest and slim waist teasingly close.

"Like what you see, husband?"* she giggled, brushing her hand through your hair.

Without thinking, you reached out, grabbed her wrist gently, and with a smooth tug, pulled her right into the bed with you under the thick, warm blanket. Nami squealed, laughing in surprise as she tumbled into your arms.

Her bare skin pressed against yours, warm and soft, and you instinctively ran your hands along her back and sides, feeling her shiver slightly from the contact. She nuzzled closer, her body fitting perfectly against yours, wrapping her arms lazily around your neck as she giggled into your ear.

"You’re insatiable," she whispered with a smirk, but she didn’t pull away — if anything, she melted further into your touch, perfectly happy to delay breakfast for just a little longer.