(One Piece) Instinctively
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salmon_pinkTitle: Instinctively
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2241
Notes: AU. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100moods, prompt "predatory".
Summary: Fox tails, tiger ears, teeth bared and ready.
His ears lay flat against his head, tail twitching irritably, fingers digging into the counter behind him.
“What did you just call me?” Sanji hissed.
Zoro just smirked, pointed canines bared, eyes dark slits that matched the tiger stripes that streaked across his cheeks. He’d clearly been itching for a fight since they’d reached the strange animal island, the air of which had caused them all to turn into something as close to creature as human, and he obviously knew he’d found the right button to press to goad Sanji into one.
And Sanji didn’t want to give Zoro the satisfaction, didn’t want to be so easy to manipulate, but somehow he couldn’t help it. On edge since the extra set of ears had grown from beneath his hair, since he’d woken to find he had a bushy red fox tail, irritable and irrational, and he could smell Zoro, even when the bastard wasn’t in the room, could tell where he was on the ship just by the twitch of his instincts.
Zoro ducked down slightly, black and orange tail swishing back and forth wildly, and Sanji braced himself for the pounce.
He aimed a kick at Zoro’s head, but Zoro ducked it easily, the heel of Sanji’s boot barely brushing over the tiger ears flattened against green hair. Zoro’s agility had somehow increased with the addition of the feline assets, and he took full advantage of the extra balance his tail provided, spinning around faster than should have been possible, throwing his weight against Sanji.
The kitchen table creaked unhappily as they slammed into it, before they dropped heavily to the floor.
Sanji’s first instinct was to roll away, but Zoro’s hands grabbed at his shoulders, dragged him back. So close, Zoro’s scent was stifling, pressing against him, all around him. Not unpleasant, yet fiercely uncomfortable, and Sanji had no idea why it bothered him, and he needed to get away.
His hands scrabbled against the wooden floor as he kicked out desperately, hitting Zoro’s foot, his shin, trying to roll away. Feeling a sense of panic he never felt when they usually fought, a sense of wrongness, something he never noticed as a normal human but now had his tail swishing frantically as he struggled. Hair on the back of his neck rising as Zoro growled behind him, he snarled as one strong hand clamped on his shoulder, forcefully shoving him on to his back, Zoro instantly looming above him.
Sanji couldn’t breathe, needed to be out in the fresh air, needed to be away from Zoro, the scent of him, and he was panting, teeth bared, desperately trying to push Zoro away, clawing at his chest.
Then fingers closed sharply over one pointed ear, digging into the red furred flesh, pulling painfully. Sanji gasped, tilting his head with it, neck arched back as he tried to squirm away from the abuse.
And Zoro’s teeth pressed against his neck, jaw open, breath wet and hot, sudden pain ceasing Sanji’s struggles as the tips of two fangs dug into the exposed flesh of his throat.
Sanji blinked, eyes wide and glassy, as something in his bones told him to remain still, chin pointed to the ceiling, feeling the strange sensation of two twin trails of blood slowly blossoming around Zoro’s fangs and dripping down his neck. Held for what felt like eternity by the strength of Zoro’s jaw.
Slow, slowly enough to draw a reluctant hiss from Sanji, Zoro withdrew, sharp throb giving way to a dull ache. Leaning over Sanji, and somehow Sanji found himself unable to move, although his mind was screaming at him to run away with all the intensity of battle. Yet Sanji’s body wouldn’t obey him, something in him remaining frozen, throat still exposed, head held arched back, and he distantly heard the soft wet sound of a drop of blood hitting the floor beneath him.
He could feel Zoro’s gaze on him, raking over him, and Sanji squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will himself to move.
And then Zoro leant forward, a soft noise in his throat, and slowly, carefully ran his tongue over the twin wounds.
Sanji shivered, couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help the rush of heat and something like fear that rushed through him. Kept his eyes tightly shut, hands instinctively reaching up, fingers clamping around Zoro’s arms, as another wet swipe of tongue tore further shudders from him. Still couldn’t move, could barely breathe, and Zoro was making a steady and constant noise, almost like mumbling, except there were no words to it. Something too deep to be a hum, something that seemed to vibrate through Sanji, and Zoro’s tongue dipped lower, and Sanji realised with a start that Zoro was cleaning him of any trace of blood.
Zoro pulled back, two fingers pressing under the open collar of Sanji’s shirt, hooking around the second button, and Sanji forced himself to open his eyes, allowing his head to fall back fully against the floor so he could stare up at Zoro’s expression.
The first thing that struck him was heat, heat like a physical force that seared at every part of him, and Sanji felt an answering heat swell through him, but it was nothing compared to the intensity in Zoro’s eyes. Deep, dark, studying him, and Sanji felt restless and vulnerable, as though Zoro could see right through him, could see everything. Trapped in that hungry gaze, too caught up to even notice the way Zoro was dipping down, closer, and then, as though time had slowed around them, Zoro’s lips were over Sanji’s own, breath washing over his mouth, and Sanji’s eyes fluttered shut against his will.
Zoro’s lips were softer than seemed possible, but they were firm over his own, pressing him back against the floor, and Sanji opened his mouth to gasp, only for Zoro’s tongue to press inside. Slick heavy slide against him, twisting against his own tongue, pressing over it, and Sanji opened himself to it without realising, only able to take it, as Zoro slowly licked at his teeth, and he realised Zoro was making that low noise again and his fingers dug harder into Zoro’s arms.
Zoro barely pulled away, lips hovering over Sanji’s own, and Sanji knew he was panting, gasping for air, and knew Zoro was watching him, but he couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t stop trembling. Couldn’t stop the surprised, almost helpless noise that left him when Zoro moved lower to kiss at his neck, licking around each bite mark. Zoro’s fingers slipped from the top of Sanji’s shirt, palm sliding slowly down his stomach, lips following, scorching on his skin even through the fabric. Kissing at his navel, nosing at the sharp shape of his hip just above the waistband of his trousers, and Sanji’s eyes had opened at some point, yet he couldn’t focus, could only see darkness and heat, the air around them uncomfortably heavy.
“Sanji,” Zoro murmured against his skin, and Sanji jerked and glanced down, lost and confused. Surprised, as though words had left him, as though he’d forgotten that Zoro could speak, as though he’d forgotten he could understand. Looking dazedly down the length of his body, taking in Zoro’s expression, the strain there, pupils dilated and lips parted, tail swiping steadily across the floor behind him.
And for a second, Sanji felt as though something very important was coming back to him, and then Zoro leant down and pressed his face between Sanji’s legs, tongue licking wetly at the fabric of his trousers.
Sanji’s head dropped back, whimpering frantically, fingernails scraping at the floor. Heels skidding as he tried to buck up against Zoro’s weight, tried to gain leverage, and Zoro’s shoulder knocked at the inside of one thigh, pressing it higher, closer to Sanji’s chest. Nuzzling and sniffing and licking at Sanji, pressing the cloth against the straining heat there, and Sanji had no idea when he’d gotten so hard. Writhing, head flopping back and forth, struggling to hold onto himself as the steady friction began to build almost instantly into something messy but faster. Zoro nosed at him, and he heard a growl before Zoro’s hand closed around Sanji’s tail which had been twitching as much as the rest of him, pinning it to the floor, and one of Sanji’s hands flew to his mouth in an attempt to cover his desperate whine.
Zoro paused, almost as if the noise had hurt him, and then he snarled violently, head jerking to the side, teeth nipping painfully at the inside of Sanji’s thigh, fangs pressing through the fabric. Growling more frantically as Sanji whined even more fitfully, turning his attention back to licking at Sanji’s crotch, kissing and sucking at the material there, movements growing more and more aggressive, until he was practically rocking Sanji back against the floor. Nosing and nudging, and his tongue was so hot, the fabric soaked with saliva and Sanji’s own steadily leaking pleasure, and it was already so much, too much, and Sanji could feel his eyes watering, struggling for breath, bucking up against it. Gasping and whimpering as Zoro pressed himself against him, feeling Zoro’s lips on him as though there was nothing between them, and it was as though ice had gripped his insides, leaving him shivering, even as heat continued to lick at him, as his thighs twitched and trembled, his back arched awkwardly, his mouth hung open, and his release lurched through him as he moaned, high and loud, and Zoro’s fingers gripped at his thigh, licking at the spreading dampness.
Sanji slumped against the floor, strength sapped, sensitised, raw, a soft whimpering still escaping his lips. He batted feebly at Zoro’s head, the sensation too much as Zoro continued to lick at him, and one strong hand wrapped around his wrist and dragged him upright.
He had only a second to notice the way Zoro’s face was twisted into something almost like rage, only more desperate, and then Zoro yanked him forwards, and Sanji stumbled to kneeling. Then Zoro’s hand was at the back of Sanji’s neck, forcing him down, bent double, and Sanji had thought Zoro’s scent was strong before but that was nothing compared to the way it overpowered him as his face was pressed between Zoro’s legs. He smelt like sex, like power and strength and lust, and Sanji was inhaling deeply before he could catch himself, and the fog of desire was still clouding his mind as he began to lick enthusiastically at Zoro, tracing the firm outline of the hardness there. His mouth watered as though he’d found a dish worth savouring, and he couldn’t understand it, yet something in his heart was flaring, was encouraging him, and Zoro bent over him, pulling at Sanji’s shirt, tugging it up his back.
It felt right, as though it was something they’d been missing for the longest time, and Sanji nosed at Zoro, groaning against him, and he felt Zoro shudder above him, fingernails raking over the now-exposed skin of Sanji’s back. It was almost as if Sanji recognised it, as though it had happened before, a strange familiarity as Zoro’s growling switched to a higher pitch, as the scent that dominated Sanji became something more sharp. And Sanji knew that Zoro was close, couldn’t understand how beyond what his body was telling him, and he opened his mouth around the fabric, around the heat underneath, sucking at it, rubbing against it, the thundering of his heart and the deep rumble of Zoro’s snarl and the light swish of his tail through the air all he knew as wet warmth spread underneath his mouth, Zoro’s fingers painfully unrelenting against his back as he came, hips bucking and breath harsh and laboured.
Zoro’s hands tangled in Sanji’s hair, dragging him away from nuzzling at Zoro’s lap, pulling him up to lick at his face, his chin, his lips, before spilling him backwards against the floor. Kissing at the wounds at his neck as he crawled over Sanji’s body, holding him close, and Sanji felt a strange satisfaction flooding through him that had nothing and everything to do with sex. It was as though he’d found something, something he hadn’t been looking for, and he allowed the feeling to warm him as he lay in Zoro’s arms.
For the longest time, there was only the strange unworldly bliss that seemed to have overtaken him completely.
Eventually, the solid and continual thump of Zoro’s tail against the floor snapped him from his revelry.
Sanji disentangled himself from Zoro’s arms, stretching languidly, before turning to look at Zoro.
Zoro was staring straight ahead at the wall, very carefully not looking at Sanji, and looking very much like he’d just woken from a bad dream.
And reality, and human thought, came rushing back to Sanji in the form of a splitting headache. Suddenly the scent around him was unbearable again, he was very aware of the dampness of his trousers, and the feeling of contentment had given way into something like dread.
Sanji’s mind flew through everything he knew about wild animals, and all he could think of was mating. He and Zoro, they’d just…
Did foxes and tigers mate for life?
Sanji sighed and slumped back against the floor, careful not to land too close to Zoro’s arm. “Well, shit,” he breathed. Zoro remained silent, tail continuing its agitated wagging.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2241
Notes: AU. For
100moods, prompt "predatory".Summary: Fox tails, tiger ears, teeth bared and ready.
His ears lay flat against his head, tail twitching irritably, fingers digging into the counter behind him.
“What did you just call me?” Sanji hissed.
Zoro just smirked, pointed canines bared, eyes dark slits that matched the tiger stripes that streaked across his cheeks. He’d clearly been itching for a fight since they’d reached the strange animal island, the air of which had caused them all to turn into something as close to creature as human, and he obviously knew he’d found the right button to press to goad Sanji into one.
And Sanji didn’t want to give Zoro the satisfaction, didn’t want to be so easy to manipulate, but somehow he couldn’t help it. On edge since the extra set of ears had grown from beneath his hair, since he’d woken to find he had a bushy red fox tail, irritable and irrational, and he could smell Zoro, even when the bastard wasn’t in the room, could tell where he was on the ship just by the twitch of his instincts.
Zoro ducked down slightly, black and orange tail swishing back and forth wildly, and Sanji braced himself for the pounce.
He aimed a kick at Zoro’s head, but Zoro ducked it easily, the heel of Sanji’s boot barely brushing over the tiger ears flattened against green hair. Zoro’s agility had somehow increased with the addition of the feline assets, and he took full advantage of the extra balance his tail provided, spinning around faster than should have been possible, throwing his weight against Sanji.
The kitchen table creaked unhappily as they slammed into it, before they dropped heavily to the floor.
Sanji’s first instinct was to roll away, but Zoro’s hands grabbed at his shoulders, dragged him back. So close, Zoro’s scent was stifling, pressing against him, all around him. Not unpleasant, yet fiercely uncomfortable, and Sanji had no idea why it bothered him, and he needed to get away.
His hands scrabbled against the wooden floor as he kicked out desperately, hitting Zoro’s foot, his shin, trying to roll away. Feeling a sense of panic he never felt when they usually fought, a sense of wrongness, something he never noticed as a normal human but now had his tail swishing frantically as he struggled. Hair on the back of his neck rising as Zoro growled behind him, he snarled as one strong hand clamped on his shoulder, forcefully shoving him on to his back, Zoro instantly looming above him.
Sanji couldn’t breathe, needed to be out in the fresh air, needed to be away from Zoro, the scent of him, and he was panting, teeth bared, desperately trying to push Zoro away, clawing at his chest.
Then fingers closed sharply over one pointed ear, digging into the red furred flesh, pulling painfully. Sanji gasped, tilting his head with it, neck arched back as he tried to squirm away from the abuse.
And Zoro’s teeth pressed against his neck, jaw open, breath wet and hot, sudden pain ceasing Sanji’s struggles as the tips of two fangs dug into the exposed flesh of his throat.
Sanji blinked, eyes wide and glassy, as something in his bones told him to remain still, chin pointed to the ceiling, feeling the strange sensation of two twin trails of blood slowly blossoming around Zoro’s fangs and dripping down his neck. Held for what felt like eternity by the strength of Zoro’s jaw.
Slow, slowly enough to draw a reluctant hiss from Sanji, Zoro withdrew, sharp throb giving way to a dull ache. Leaning over Sanji, and somehow Sanji found himself unable to move, although his mind was screaming at him to run away with all the intensity of battle. Yet Sanji’s body wouldn’t obey him, something in him remaining frozen, throat still exposed, head held arched back, and he distantly heard the soft wet sound of a drop of blood hitting the floor beneath him.
He could feel Zoro’s gaze on him, raking over him, and Sanji squeezed his eyes shut and tried to will himself to move.
And then Zoro leant forward, a soft noise in his throat, and slowly, carefully ran his tongue over the twin wounds.
Sanji shivered, couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help the rush of heat and something like fear that rushed through him. Kept his eyes tightly shut, hands instinctively reaching up, fingers clamping around Zoro’s arms, as another wet swipe of tongue tore further shudders from him. Still couldn’t move, could barely breathe, and Zoro was making a steady and constant noise, almost like mumbling, except there were no words to it. Something too deep to be a hum, something that seemed to vibrate through Sanji, and Zoro’s tongue dipped lower, and Sanji realised with a start that Zoro was cleaning him of any trace of blood.
Zoro pulled back, two fingers pressing under the open collar of Sanji’s shirt, hooking around the second button, and Sanji forced himself to open his eyes, allowing his head to fall back fully against the floor so he could stare up at Zoro’s expression.
The first thing that struck him was heat, heat like a physical force that seared at every part of him, and Sanji felt an answering heat swell through him, but it was nothing compared to the intensity in Zoro’s eyes. Deep, dark, studying him, and Sanji felt restless and vulnerable, as though Zoro could see right through him, could see everything. Trapped in that hungry gaze, too caught up to even notice the way Zoro was dipping down, closer, and then, as though time had slowed around them, Zoro’s lips were over Sanji’s own, breath washing over his mouth, and Sanji’s eyes fluttered shut against his will.
Zoro’s lips were softer than seemed possible, but they were firm over his own, pressing him back against the floor, and Sanji opened his mouth to gasp, only for Zoro’s tongue to press inside. Slick heavy slide against him, twisting against his own tongue, pressing over it, and Sanji opened himself to it without realising, only able to take it, as Zoro slowly licked at his teeth, and he realised Zoro was making that low noise again and his fingers dug harder into Zoro’s arms.
Zoro barely pulled away, lips hovering over Sanji’s own, and Sanji knew he was panting, gasping for air, and knew Zoro was watching him, but he couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t stop trembling. Couldn’t stop the surprised, almost helpless noise that left him when Zoro moved lower to kiss at his neck, licking around each bite mark. Zoro’s fingers slipped from the top of Sanji’s shirt, palm sliding slowly down his stomach, lips following, scorching on his skin even through the fabric. Kissing at his navel, nosing at the sharp shape of his hip just above the waistband of his trousers, and Sanji’s eyes had opened at some point, yet he couldn’t focus, could only see darkness and heat, the air around them uncomfortably heavy.
“Sanji,” Zoro murmured against his skin, and Sanji jerked and glanced down, lost and confused. Surprised, as though words had left him, as though he’d forgotten that Zoro could speak, as though he’d forgotten he could understand. Looking dazedly down the length of his body, taking in Zoro’s expression, the strain there, pupils dilated and lips parted, tail swiping steadily across the floor behind him.
And for a second, Sanji felt as though something very important was coming back to him, and then Zoro leant down and pressed his face between Sanji’s legs, tongue licking wetly at the fabric of his trousers.
Sanji’s head dropped back, whimpering frantically, fingernails scraping at the floor. Heels skidding as he tried to buck up against Zoro’s weight, tried to gain leverage, and Zoro’s shoulder knocked at the inside of one thigh, pressing it higher, closer to Sanji’s chest. Nuzzling and sniffing and licking at Sanji, pressing the cloth against the straining heat there, and Sanji had no idea when he’d gotten so hard. Writhing, head flopping back and forth, struggling to hold onto himself as the steady friction began to build almost instantly into something messy but faster. Zoro nosed at him, and he heard a growl before Zoro’s hand closed around Sanji’s tail which had been twitching as much as the rest of him, pinning it to the floor, and one of Sanji’s hands flew to his mouth in an attempt to cover his desperate whine.
Zoro paused, almost as if the noise had hurt him, and then he snarled violently, head jerking to the side, teeth nipping painfully at the inside of Sanji’s thigh, fangs pressing through the fabric. Growling more frantically as Sanji whined even more fitfully, turning his attention back to licking at Sanji’s crotch, kissing and sucking at the material there, movements growing more and more aggressive, until he was practically rocking Sanji back against the floor. Nosing and nudging, and his tongue was so hot, the fabric soaked with saliva and Sanji’s own steadily leaking pleasure, and it was already so much, too much, and Sanji could feel his eyes watering, struggling for breath, bucking up against it. Gasping and whimpering as Zoro pressed himself against him, feeling Zoro’s lips on him as though there was nothing between them, and it was as though ice had gripped his insides, leaving him shivering, even as heat continued to lick at him, as his thighs twitched and trembled, his back arched awkwardly, his mouth hung open, and his release lurched through him as he moaned, high and loud, and Zoro’s fingers gripped at his thigh, licking at the spreading dampness.
Sanji slumped against the floor, strength sapped, sensitised, raw, a soft whimpering still escaping his lips. He batted feebly at Zoro’s head, the sensation too much as Zoro continued to lick at him, and one strong hand wrapped around his wrist and dragged him upright.
He had only a second to notice the way Zoro’s face was twisted into something almost like rage, only more desperate, and then Zoro yanked him forwards, and Sanji stumbled to kneeling. Then Zoro’s hand was at the back of Sanji’s neck, forcing him down, bent double, and Sanji had thought Zoro’s scent was strong before but that was nothing compared to the way it overpowered him as his face was pressed between Zoro’s legs. He smelt like sex, like power and strength and lust, and Sanji was inhaling deeply before he could catch himself, and the fog of desire was still clouding his mind as he began to lick enthusiastically at Zoro, tracing the firm outline of the hardness there. His mouth watered as though he’d found a dish worth savouring, and he couldn’t understand it, yet something in his heart was flaring, was encouraging him, and Zoro bent over him, pulling at Sanji’s shirt, tugging it up his back.
It felt right, as though it was something they’d been missing for the longest time, and Sanji nosed at Zoro, groaning against him, and he felt Zoro shudder above him, fingernails raking over the now-exposed skin of Sanji’s back. It was almost as if Sanji recognised it, as though it had happened before, a strange familiarity as Zoro’s growling switched to a higher pitch, as the scent that dominated Sanji became something more sharp. And Sanji knew that Zoro was close, couldn’t understand how beyond what his body was telling him, and he opened his mouth around the fabric, around the heat underneath, sucking at it, rubbing against it, the thundering of his heart and the deep rumble of Zoro’s snarl and the light swish of his tail through the air all he knew as wet warmth spread underneath his mouth, Zoro’s fingers painfully unrelenting against his back as he came, hips bucking and breath harsh and laboured.
Zoro’s hands tangled in Sanji’s hair, dragging him away from nuzzling at Zoro’s lap, pulling him up to lick at his face, his chin, his lips, before spilling him backwards against the floor. Kissing at the wounds at his neck as he crawled over Sanji’s body, holding him close, and Sanji felt a strange satisfaction flooding through him that had nothing and everything to do with sex. It was as though he’d found something, something he hadn’t been looking for, and he allowed the feeling to warm him as he lay in Zoro’s arms.
For the longest time, there was only the strange unworldly bliss that seemed to have overtaken him completely.
Eventually, the solid and continual thump of Zoro’s tail against the floor snapped him from his revelry.
Sanji disentangled himself from Zoro’s arms, stretching languidly, before turning to look at Zoro.
Zoro was staring straight ahead at the wall, very carefully not looking at Sanji, and looking very much like he’d just woken from a bad dream.
And reality, and human thought, came rushing back to Sanji in the form of a splitting headache. Suddenly the scent around him was unbearable again, he was very aware of the dampness of his trousers, and the feeling of contentment had given way into something like dread.
Sanji’s mind flew through everything he knew about wild animals, and all he could think of was mating. He and Zoro, they’d just…
Did foxes and tigers mate for life?
Sanji sighed and slumped back against the floor, careful not to land too close to Zoro’s arm. “Well, shit,” he breathed. Zoro remained silent, tail continuing its agitated wagging.
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Date: 09/07/2007 01:13 (UTC)I'm not sure why, but I found that line extremely cute, because i's one of the first things that Sanji questions about all this, completely skipping over the 'Aren't I supposed to like women' dilemma XD
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Date: 09/07/2007 06:36 (UTC)Definately one of my favourite Tiger!ZoroxFox!Sanji fics. ^____________________^
I loved the detail and pure bliss of this fic. Awesome job.
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Date: 10/07/2007 11:30 (UTC)no subject
Date: 09/07/2007 08:22 (UTC)but to answer Sanji's question:
Do Tigers mate for life?
No, Tigers are solitary animals and will live most of their lives alone, except during the mating season. This changes in captivity. They will become very social, attached to you and their peers.
what about foxes then? well:
The dog fox and the vixen de mate for life.
And mixed together?
In this case? Who knows?....
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Date: 09/07/2007 12:30 (UTC)Oh my gosh this was so.....supercalifagouesexpealadose(couldn't find a better word that I could spell sorry)! All that detail was amazing. I have a fondness for fox!Sanji and tiger!Zoro so this was major WIN. I'm sorry if me asking annoys you but please continue this?
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Date: 09/07/2007 13:53 (UTC)...Oh don't mind me I'll be just fine in this bucket over here.
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Date: 10/07/2007 15:07 (UTC)Oh. Feverish.
Must stop reading you at office.
I shan't copy and paste my favorite part because the comment boxes *do* have a limit.
Need to catch breath. Need cold shower. And chocolate. Want to hug you. Augh.
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Date: 10/07/2007 23:37 (UTC)no subject
Date: 11/07/2007 01:57 (UTC)And I always love Tiger!Zoro x Fox!Sanji fic <3
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Date: 11/07/2007 04:56 (UTC)U
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Date: 11/07/2007 20:00 (UTC)Well I think I just meant to do this. *drools*
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Date: 11/07/2007 09:35 (UTC)This was goodness~
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Date: 11/07/2007 20:52 (UTC)^_^
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Date: 11/07/2007 23:26 (UTC)So hot!! Need a cold drink and a hot bath now.
Looking forward to seeing more of your work.
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Date: 14/07/2007 05:54 (UTC)I've seen enough fox!Sanji and tiger!Zoro to grow vaguely tired of the scenario. lol. But your's is like...WOW. (I think I'm blushing)
SO. HOT. *fans self* (I especially love how their tails swish- and all that animal like descriptions, the scents and all-*dies*)
I really loved this! :D
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Date: 16/08/2010 01:12 (UTC)Hot as hell, is all I can say and sweet to match up >w
this is good
Date: 21/03/2011 21:20 (UTC)but i think this is one of the best zosan i never liked it that way you got me loving your writings well i like it when zoro is the uke and sanji seme you got me too love it another way -yes im picky with my yaoi- lol
*hugs happily* cant believe im 15 and i still love yaoi yep when i was 10 yo i got into yaoi ish evil lol
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Date: 07/04/2011 22:29 (UTC)Sanji sighed and slumped back against the floor, careful not to land too close to Zoro’s arm. “Well, shit,” he breathed. Zoro remained silent, tail continuing its agitated wagging.
I think they do now.
I don't really get the tail wagging part, but I noticed that when it comes to dogs it signifies their enthusiasm or excitement, (well, we do own one, figures).
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