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salmon_pinkTitle: Understandable
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Rating: R
Words: 800
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100moods, prompt "indescribable".
Summary: He can't really explain it, and he can't be without it.
It’s the lovecook who instigates it every time, even now. Never with words, but there’ll be some less-than-subtle hint, fingers trailing over Zoro’s lower back as he passes by or pinching at Zoro’s thigh under the dinner table. Zoro will look up and there’ll be this smirk on Sanji’s face, challenging and inviting and secret, meant for Zoro alone.
Sometimes he doesn’t even get those perfunctory signs; he’ll just feel Sanji’s gaze on him, dark and hungry, and a ball of heat clenches tight in his stomach. And somehow Sanji will know Zoro’s received the message loud and clear without their eyes meeting once. Must recognise something in Zoro’s frown, or maybe the way Zoro feels his shoulders tensing to stop himself from flinching or, worse, shivering under the attention. Something for Zoro to work on, to train himself out of, but he’s usually too caught up in anticipation to remember that until days later.
He suspects it’s his own pride that won’t let him make the first move. Not that he needs to, because Sanji’s patience for it is about as short as Zoro’s own, and he never keeps Zoro waiting long. But the fact is that sex was never an especially important part of Zoro’s life until he wandered into the Baratie dining room, and a part of Zoro resents that Sanji has changed that. Resents that Sanji could have that power over him.
Zoro has had sex with women, and he’s enjoyed it, but he’s never craved it, never desperately sought it out.
But that first time Sanji had twisted around mid-fight and slammed their lips together hard enough to make Zoro’s teeth hurt, something angry and hopeless and searing had been awakened in Zoro’s blood, and he knows he can never go back to acting like he doesn’t need this.
The lovecook needs it too, and some days that’s the only thing that keeps Zoro sane when he has Sanji pinned against a wall, a calloused hand expertly working him through his trousers. Sanji is this giant mess of hormones, and he wears it with pride, ridiculous as Zoro thinks that is. But there should be no reason for him to turn to Zoro for this, in the same way there should be no reason for Zoro to respond. Only they both do, so whatever it is between them, it’s mutual and so fucking addictive that Zoro’s starting to forget what life was like before he could devour Sanji’s mouth to keep him from spitting insults.
For his part, Sanji doesn’t seem bothered that Zoro never approaches him, that Sanji is always the one to chase after it. Maybe he’d understood that from the beginning, maybe that was why he made the first move. If he hadn’t, this never would have started. If he hadn’t, Zoro would probably never have realised just why his body sings for those daily fights between them, twisted type of foreplay that suits them so well.
Sanji’s never going to ask him for romance or even sentiments that aren’t curled around curses and sarcasm. He’s never going to ask Zoro to admit it, to admit how he’s already lost to it, can’t be without it, dreams about his hands on Sanji’s skin and wakes up to the phantom taste of his sweat. He doesn’t need to ask, because their best communication, the only kind that means anything, is always physical. He can see it, must be able to see it, in the way Zoro slams him against the nearest hard surface the second they’re alone, the way Zoro arches for him and presses close. Sees it in the way Zoro always means to but somehow always forgets to kick off his boots before he shoves his trousers down, the way he learnt after that very first time to be careful not to rip Sanji’s clothes. Must see it in the way Zoro watches him, heavy and heated, when Sanji wraps a hand around them both and finds a rhythm that makes his breath hiss out from between gritted teeth.
And when Zoro doesn’t immediately leave once he’s got what he wanted, when he’s content to laze around and just enjoy the warm looseness to his muscles, Sanji must know what that means. Must understand.
So Sanji is the one who instigates it every time. But Zoro’s never going to say no, and so it just stretches out between them, another part of the way they manage to exist together. This indescribable pull between them, this understanding, and Sanji will keep taking the first step because he must already know Zoro will be there, ready to meet him in the middle with a kiss that is hungrier and messier and more perfect than anything either of them could ever put into words.
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Rating: R
Words: 800
Notes: For
100moods, prompt "indescribable".Summary: He can't really explain it, and he can't be without it.
It’s the lovecook who instigates it every time, even now. Never with words, but there’ll be some less-than-subtle hint, fingers trailing over Zoro’s lower back as he passes by or pinching at Zoro’s thigh under the dinner table. Zoro will look up and there’ll be this smirk on Sanji’s face, challenging and inviting and secret, meant for Zoro alone.
Sometimes he doesn’t even get those perfunctory signs; he’ll just feel Sanji’s gaze on him, dark and hungry, and a ball of heat clenches tight in his stomach. And somehow Sanji will know Zoro’s received the message loud and clear without their eyes meeting once. Must recognise something in Zoro’s frown, or maybe the way Zoro feels his shoulders tensing to stop himself from flinching or, worse, shivering under the attention. Something for Zoro to work on, to train himself out of, but he’s usually too caught up in anticipation to remember that until days later.
He suspects it’s his own pride that won’t let him make the first move. Not that he needs to, because Sanji’s patience for it is about as short as Zoro’s own, and he never keeps Zoro waiting long. But the fact is that sex was never an especially important part of Zoro’s life until he wandered into the Baratie dining room, and a part of Zoro resents that Sanji has changed that. Resents that Sanji could have that power over him.
Zoro has had sex with women, and he’s enjoyed it, but he’s never craved it, never desperately sought it out.
But that first time Sanji had twisted around mid-fight and slammed their lips together hard enough to make Zoro’s teeth hurt, something angry and hopeless and searing had been awakened in Zoro’s blood, and he knows he can never go back to acting like he doesn’t need this.
The lovecook needs it too, and some days that’s the only thing that keeps Zoro sane when he has Sanji pinned against a wall, a calloused hand expertly working him through his trousers. Sanji is this giant mess of hormones, and he wears it with pride, ridiculous as Zoro thinks that is. But there should be no reason for him to turn to Zoro for this, in the same way there should be no reason for Zoro to respond. Only they both do, so whatever it is between them, it’s mutual and so fucking addictive that Zoro’s starting to forget what life was like before he could devour Sanji’s mouth to keep him from spitting insults.
For his part, Sanji doesn’t seem bothered that Zoro never approaches him, that Sanji is always the one to chase after it. Maybe he’d understood that from the beginning, maybe that was why he made the first move. If he hadn’t, this never would have started. If he hadn’t, Zoro would probably never have realised just why his body sings for those daily fights between them, twisted type of foreplay that suits them so well.
Sanji’s never going to ask him for romance or even sentiments that aren’t curled around curses and sarcasm. He’s never going to ask Zoro to admit it, to admit how he’s already lost to it, can’t be without it, dreams about his hands on Sanji’s skin and wakes up to the phantom taste of his sweat. He doesn’t need to ask, because their best communication, the only kind that means anything, is always physical. He can see it, must be able to see it, in the way Zoro slams him against the nearest hard surface the second they’re alone, the way Zoro arches for him and presses close. Sees it in the way Zoro always means to but somehow always forgets to kick off his boots before he shoves his trousers down, the way he learnt after that very first time to be careful not to rip Sanji’s clothes. Must see it in the way Zoro watches him, heavy and heated, when Sanji wraps a hand around them both and finds a rhythm that makes his breath hiss out from between gritted teeth.
And when Zoro doesn’t immediately leave once he’s got what he wanted, when he’s content to laze around and just enjoy the warm looseness to his muscles, Sanji must know what that means. Must understand.
So Sanji is the one who instigates it every time. But Zoro’s never going to say no, and so it just stretches out between them, another part of the way they manage to exist together. This indescribable pull between them, this understanding, and Sanji will keep taking the first step because he must already know Zoro will be there, ready to meet him in the middle with a kiss that is hungrier and messier and more perfect than anything either of them could ever put into words.
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Date: 20/01/2011 17:06 (UTC)There's something in the way you use words that makes me drawn to and I recognize right away that lines I'm reading are doubtfully yours. It's like watching an art and recognizing a painter, I think just as well I could point the fic is your by your writing style, xD I really really love and crave it~:D
And one more thing that amazes me is the amount or level of feelings your characters express, it's subtle yet knowing it's Sanji and Zoro I sense it's just an underlying volcano waiting only for the right time to erupt. Every touch, glance, or insight one of them makes to make the other connect with him and burn was very touchable. My sleepiness went away as I was reading and excitement persevered when I reached an end. Sometimes I feel I'm teased by you. You pour epic into every line and I keep wondering why it's so short. I would die of a fangasm if you wrote one day a multi-chapter fic with this irresistible duo..*sighs dreamily*
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Date: 21/01/2011 05:32 (UTC)I love the heat of all of Zoro and Sanji's interactions, the tension, so trying to turn that into a simmering desire ready to explode at any moment, well, it's pretty much become my favourite hobby over the years. XD
I have attempted larger projects before, but I don't think I'm suited to them and the results just aren't successful. I can be too wordy, pointlessly so, and if I have an indefinite number of chapters to waffle on in rather than a short little one-shot, I can potentially ramble forever without anything remotely intersting happening. I just don't have the discipline, in how I use my words or in continuing a long fic, which is awful to admit but painfully true. :(
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Date: 27/01/2011 18:04 (UTC)XD, I just wish your and mine fascination over the two of them will burn hotly many more years to come! Though it's a long way for little me to reach your level, but I'm getting there, XD I've never been interested in anything like One Piece that I would want to read/write fiction about the characters, craving it so much the manga and anime are not enough. It's like mystery disease, haha.
Eh, I know it from my own experience that authors can't judge their works very well. What you may think isn't a great idea, from objective point of view of a reader it may be a jack pot. You won't know until you'll leave yourself and your work bare for all to see and judge, xD. Well, I'm just writing it from my totally love-struck point of view about your works so I also don't have a very objective standpoint, lol. But i's my dream to see a multi-chapter written by your hands~3 *winks*
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Date: 30/01/2011 11:19 (UTC)I am so glad about your exams, congratulations! I hope the next two weeks involve lots of relaxation and you time. ♥
It's something I'll ... consider. Working on longer fics, that is. But it's unfortunately not going to be any time soon, as I'm still settling back into writing, and all my OP stuff at the moment is older, unposted fic that I'm sharing. I need to get back in touch with the characters again, rediscover them. But I have been writing new stuff for other fandoms, much quicker than I anticipated I would, so I'm just pleased that the fanfic spark is back. I wouldn't say I'm on any great level at all, but I'm just passionate about the show and I think that's the most important thing in fandom. And you're obviously deeply passionate about it as well, so we're right there together. ^___^
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Date: 21/01/2011 07:56 (UTC)Mmm, and as always, this is full of delicious heat and emotion and need and everything I love about these two. ♥
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Date: 21/01/2011 22:19 (UTC)it leads my eyes perfectly through your lines and all the emotions described wrap themselves around my heart!
I love the way you're writing and I love how you depict zoro's and sanji's relationship!
it's delicious~
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Date: 22/01/2011 19:26 (UTC)He's wonderfully perceptive like that, and I like how you wrote Sanji cluing in on Zoro's tense shoulders, right up to the way Zoro presses close.
This indescribable pull between them, this understanding, and Sanji will keep taking the first step because he must already know Zoro will be there, ready to meet him in the middle with a kiss that is hungrier and messier and more perfect than anything either of them could ever put into words.
this is the perfect way to end the fic, I really like how this is basically focused on the quiet understanding between the both of them- which again, exists in canon! I mean, if they can fight as a team without words, when it comes to love like this, I think it would be the same.
thank you for writing this!
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