(One Piece) Cheshire
January 23rd, 2008 18:50![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
salmon_pinkTitle: Cheshire
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
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100moods, prompt "relieved".
Summary: He's never really like awkward pauses.
“So what happens now?”
Zoro turns to look at him and Sanji takes a long drag of his cigarette and stares very hard at the wall across the room.
It would probably be easier to relax if Zoro wasn’t studying him like an opponent.
After what seems like an eternity, Zoro lays back against the floor, one arm under his head. “Nothing,” he says as if it’s obvious and Sanji’s being an idiot for feeling uncomfortable.
“Nothing,” Sanji repeats, careful to school his face into something impassive before glancing back at Zoro.
“Yeah, nothing. So we do this now,” Zoro grunts, waving a casual hand between their naked and sated bodies. “Nothing changes.”
Sanji nods and takes another drag of his cigarette to cover the flare of surprise at Zoro’s words. They ‘do this’, whatever ‘this’ is, because Sanji certainly doesn’t understand what the hell just happened or why it felt so damn good.
They ‘do this’, not anything about they ‘did this’. Present tense, promising tense, and there’s going to be a second time, Sanji can already taste it in the air. A second, a third, something like routine, and his stomach clenches as a spike of arousal sears him, hard and fast and impossible to deny.
He doesn’t know what he was expecting when the haze of lust lifted, but it feels like the best possible outcome of what could have been a bad situation, and Sanji’s lips close around the cigarette as he tries not to smile.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG-13
Words: 250
Notes: For
100moods, prompt "relieved".Summary: He's never really like awkward pauses.
“So what happens now?”
Zoro turns to look at him and Sanji takes a long drag of his cigarette and stares very hard at the wall across the room.
It would probably be easier to relax if Zoro wasn’t studying him like an opponent.
After what seems like an eternity, Zoro lays back against the floor, one arm under his head. “Nothing,” he says as if it’s obvious and Sanji’s being an idiot for feeling uncomfortable.
“Nothing,” Sanji repeats, careful to school his face into something impassive before glancing back at Zoro.
“Yeah, nothing. So we do this now,” Zoro grunts, waving a casual hand between their naked and sated bodies. “Nothing changes.”
Sanji nods and takes another drag of his cigarette to cover the flare of surprise at Zoro’s words. They ‘do this’, whatever ‘this’ is, because Sanji certainly doesn’t understand what the hell just happened or why it felt so damn good.
They ‘do this’, not anything about they ‘did this’. Present tense, promising tense, and there’s going to be a second time, Sanji can already taste it in the air. A second, a third, something like routine, and his stomach clenches as a spike of arousal sears him, hard and fast and impossible to deny.
He doesn’t know what he was expecting when the haze of lust lifted, but it feels like the best possible outcome of what could have been a bad situation, and Sanji’s lips close around the cigarette as he tries not to smile.
