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salmon_pinkTitle: Tasting The Rain
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Vivi/Kohza
Rating: G
Words: 286
Timeline: Post-Alabasta
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100_women, prompt "courage".
Vivi tilts her head up, lets the rain tickle the backs of her eyelids, her nose, her chin. She feels a presence beside her, and even after all this time she still instinctively knows it’s Kohza. Recognising the warmth of him, the way he calms her, and his knuckles brush the back of her hand.
He should be indoors. Out here his bandages will be drenched in moments, and she knows she should tell him as much, but when she opens her mouth she instead hears herself say, “I missed this.”
She can taste the rain on her tongue.
“Me too,” he says, and even with her eyes closed, she somehow knows he isn’t looking at the sky.
He’s looking at her.
There’s heat beneath her cheeks, that familiar squeeze in her chest, childhood crush as strong as ever.
But this time she doesn’t change the subject, she doesn’t avert her eyes. She remembers all the almost-moments, swallowing down a nervous giggle, fighting the urge to play with her hair.
No more.
She’s a pirate now, as much as she is a princess, and if she has learned anything from the Straw Hats, it is hope. It is the strength of her convictions. It is courage.
And so Vivi turns to him, reaching out, lacing their fingers together, and his eyes search her face from behind the coloured lenses of his glasses. So intense, to be the subject of that gaze, stealing her breath the same way it always has. But this time she leans close, feels him echo her movements.
Thunder rumbles and the skies continue to pour. But Vivi can no longer taste the rain, only the heat of Kohza’s lips against her own.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Vivi/Kohza
Rating: G
Words: 286
Timeline: Post-Alabasta
Notes: For
100_women, prompt "courage".Vivi tilts her head up, lets the rain tickle the backs of her eyelids, her nose, her chin. She feels a presence beside her, and even after all this time she still instinctively knows it’s Kohza. Recognising the warmth of him, the way he calms her, and his knuckles brush the back of her hand.
He should be indoors. Out here his bandages will be drenched in moments, and she knows she should tell him as much, but when she opens her mouth she instead hears herself say, “I missed this.”
She can taste the rain on her tongue.
“Me too,” he says, and even with her eyes closed, she somehow knows he isn’t looking at the sky.
He’s looking at her.
There’s heat beneath her cheeks, that familiar squeeze in her chest, childhood crush as strong as ever.
But this time she doesn’t change the subject, she doesn’t avert her eyes. She remembers all the almost-moments, swallowing down a nervous giggle, fighting the urge to play with her hair.
No more.
She’s a pirate now, as much as she is a princess, and if she has learned anything from the Straw Hats, it is hope. It is the strength of her convictions. It is courage.
And so Vivi turns to him, reaching out, lacing their fingers together, and his eyes search her face from behind the coloured lenses of his glasses. So intense, to be the subject of that gaze, stealing her breath the same way it always has. But this time she leans close, feels him echo her movements.
Thunder rumbles and the skies continue to pour. But Vivi can no longer taste the rain, only the heat of Kohza’s lips against her own.
