The Sweetest Dish

#12 Fleeting Tenderness! Crushed in the Clutches of Fate.

AN: So in the last chapter, Sanji was tempted and turned on by Hana's behavior. Now...it's Hana's turn.

I recommend maybe playing "Smooth Operator" from Sade at the beginning of the chapter to enhance the tone of Hana's dream.

You'll see what I mean

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Hana drifted deeper into a wine-induced sleep, cradled by its warmth. The alcohol's gentle touch seamlessly transformed her idle thoughts into a dream. Suddenly, as if carried by ethereal currents, Hana found herself in a steamy shower. The heat surrounded her, forming a cozy cocoon of warmth and soothing humidity. It was a surprising yet oddly comforting sensation, the dream's setting starkly different from the tranquil reality she had left behind. The steam embraced her, and the rhythmic sound of water droplets echoed in her dream, immersing her in a surreal yet strangely captivating experience.

"Are you in there, darling?" a familiar yet enticing voice called out.

Before Hana could answer, the door to Hana's shower opened to reveal Sanji in all of his glory, only to be covered by a towel. Hana's eyes lingered on Sanji's physique, sculpted and chiseled, as droplets of water traced a tantalizing path down his flawlessly smooth skin. His tousled, blonde locks were gently slicked back, revealing a forehead adorned with a few errant droplets.

Amidst the steam-kissed air, his piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, radiating an intensity that sent a cascade of amorous shivers through her very core. The scene unfolded like a sensual tableau, and the magnetic connection held them in a gaze both heated and enchanting. His usually bright blue eyes turned lustful and intense, making her heart race. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his piercing stare, feeling both intimidated and strangely attracted to him at the same time.

"My beautiful Hana," he murmured as Sanji entered the shower with her, his voice low and seductive. "You've haunted my every thought, and I can't resist you any longer."

Hana could feel the heat radiating from his body even in the shower, enveloping her in an all-consuming desire. She felt her resolve melting away like butter in a hot pan, leaving her weak and vulnerable. This was nothing like their playful banter at work; this was raw passion, unmasked and unapologetic.

"You look absolutely breathtaking," he whispered, pressing himself on Hana, and backing her against the shower wall.

While he spoke, Hana couldn't ignore the depth of intensity in his gaze. It wasn't just the words themselves that stirred something within her; rather, it was the manner in which he uttered them and the lingering focus of his eyes upon her.

Upon feeling his body pressed against hers with only his towel as a barrier, she felt herself turning crimson. Her breathing hitched and her heartbeat pounded like the thunderous waves crashing against Baratie's hull.

"Sanji," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "I--" But she couldn't finish her sentence, for the intensity of her feelings overwhelmed her, leaving her breathless and trembling with longing.

His actions evoked memories of moments spent with Sanji, where he always displayed an eagerness to please, showering her with genuine compliments that resonated deeply. As she savored this reflection, it felt like a poetic shift—a moment for her to be swept off her feet by the man who had not only captured her heart but also ignited a symphony of lascivious emotions within her.

Sanji traced a finger along her collarbone as he admired her naked wet body, sending shivers down her spine. His lips brushed against her ear as he murmured sweet nothings, words full of longing and lust that left her breathless and dizzy with anticipation. Their eyes locked, and Hana saw the same desire mirrored in his gaze – a burning need for connection, intimacy, and love.