(One Piece) Compromising
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Title: Compromising
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG
Words: 212
Notes: For
100moods, prompt "shocked".
Summary: Morning after the night before.
The morning light is weak, and the air smells like gunpowder. Sanji’s eyes don’t seem to want to open any more than his head wants to stop shrieking in pain.
He doesn’t remember much of the night before, beyond alcohol and dancing and more alcohol and a fair bit of shouting, which might explain why his throat feels dry and raw.
When he finally wills his eyes to open, squinting around him, he manages to place himself in the Merry’s cannon deck. The air is chill, yet he feels oddly warm.
It takes a moment to realise there’s an arm slung over his chest, a warm body pressed to his back.
Sanji’s brain decides to shut down for a moment after that realisation, so it takes even longer to realise he’s naked, not even a sheet for modesty.
And he doesn’t want to know, yet he does, and, in a way, he already knows, because there’s only one person that tanned skin could belong to, only one person on the crew with such thick, strong arms and calloused fingers.
But he turns around anyway.
Zoro’s already awake. Sanji can’t imagine what his own expression must look like, but Zoro’s eyes are wide with surprise, and dark with something Sanji can’t quite place.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG
Words: 212
Notes: For
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Summary: Morning after the night before.
The morning light is weak, and the air smells like gunpowder. Sanji’s eyes don’t seem to want to open any more than his head wants to stop shrieking in pain.
He doesn’t remember much of the night before, beyond alcohol and dancing and more alcohol and a fair bit of shouting, which might explain why his throat feels dry and raw.
When he finally wills his eyes to open, squinting around him, he manages to place himself in the Merry’s cannon deck. The air is chill, yet he feels oddly warm.
It takes a moment to realise there’s an arm slung over his chest, a warm body pressed to his back.
Sanji’s brain decides to shut down for a moment after that realisation, so it takes even longer to realise he’s naked, not even a sheet for modesty.
And he doesn’t want to know, yet he does, and, in a way, he already knows, because there’s only one person that tanned skin could belong to, only one person on the crew with such thick, strong arms and calloused fingers.
But he turns around anyway.
Zoro’s already awake. Sanji can’t imagine what his own expression must look like, but Zoro’s eyes are wide with surprise, and dark with something Sanji can’t quite place.