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onepieceyaoi100Woohoo! Really really fast drabble done before work! ::bolts::
Title: Sleep (DAMN I'm uncreative)
Pairing: ZoroxSanji (again! uncreative!)
Rating: Uhh... PG-13? R?
Words: 292
Zoro always passed out immediately after sex, making Sanji wonder about the swordsman's real stamina despite his constant swinging of weights. Sanji didn't really care though. On a blanket spread out below deck in a nicely tucked away corner of the cargo hold, the only thing he cared to put his lips on was a cigarette. Zoro probably would have ruined the moment anyway, were he awake. That's how he was. Sanji could forget that though, in the throes of passion when Zoro was all strong hands and hungry lips.
This night though, as Sanji sucked slowly on his cigarette, covered only by the edge of the blanket, he took a moment to just watch the sleeping swordsman, flopped comically at his side. On his stomach, Zoro's face rested near his stretched out leg. Tentatively, Sanji lifted a hand and let his fingers touch Zoro's neck, trail up toward his hair line. He'd given the other man a clip the day before -- a talent he'd learned on the Baratie, attempting to make his staff not look like ruffians and that he now shared here on the Going Merry. His fingertips trailed lightly over the tiny, fine little hairs that crept down Zoro's neck. He shivered and moaned softly in his sleep at the touch to the oversensitive skin and reached out suddenly, flopping an arm across Sanji's lap and shifting to press his face into the soft curve where thigh met stomach. He settled in with a sigh, lips working briefly before he fell still and silent again.
Sanji blinked and felt his cheeks flush slightly before he carefully rested his hand on Zoro's head, weaving his fingers lightly through the short green. Maybe Zoro wasn't so bad... *all* the time anyway.
Title: Sleep (DAMN I'm uncreative)
Pairing: ZoroxSanji (again! uncreative!)
Rating: Uhh... PG-13? R?
Words: 292
Zoro always passed out immediately after sex, making Sanji wonder about the swordsman's real stamina despite his constant swinging of weights. Sanji didn't really care though. On a blanket spread out below deck in a nicely tucked away corner of the cargo hold, the only thing he cared to put his lips on was a cigarette. Zoro probably would have ruined the moment anyway, were he awake. That's how he was. Sanji could forget that though, in the throes of passion when Zoro was all strong hands and hungry lips.
This night though, as Sanji sucked slowly on his cigarette, covered only by the edge of the blanket, he took a moment to just watch the sleeping swordsman, flopped comically at his side. On his stomach, Zoro's face rested near his stretched out leg. Tentatively, Sanji lifted a hand and let his fingers touch Zoro's neck, trail up toward his hair line. He'd given the other man a clip the day before -- a talent he'd learned on the Baratie, attempting to make his staff not look like ruffians and that he now shared here on the Going Merry. His fingertips trailed lightly over the tiny, fine little hairs that crept down Zoro's neck. He shivered and moaned softly in his sleep at the touch to the oversensitive skin and reached out suddenly, flopping an arm across Sanji's lap and shifting to press his face into the soft curve where thigh met stomach. He settled in with a sigh, lips working briefly before he fell still and silent again.
Sanji blinked and felt his cheeks flush slightly before he carefully rested his hand on Zoro's head, weaving his fingers lightly through the short green. Maybe Zoro wasn't so bad... *all* the time anyway.
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