You’d both finally earned a break.

Two full weeks off—no missions, no crew responsibilities, no alarms. The moment you stepped inside your shared apartment, Nami tossed her bag down and stretched, sighing in satisfaction.

“No work…” she said with a grin, spinning slowly. “No deadlines. No interruptions.”

Then she walked straight over to you, eyes sparkling, and wrapped her arms around your neck. “You know what that means?”

You chuckled. “Relaxing?”

“No,” she whispered, pulling you close, pressing her hips into yours. “It means you’re gonna breed me. Constantly.”

Your breath hitched.

“Every morning,” she continued, kissing your jaw, “before I’ve even brushed my teeth. Every night, right before bed. And maybe a few times in the shower, on the couch, maybe even on the balcony if we’re bold enough.”