Not that Late...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Food Play
Topic: Double-Entendre
Rating: uh… could be taken innocently…so PG?
Pairing/s: Luffy + Food = OTP
Time: Seriously, 8 minutes. I shit you not.
Word Count: 300
Summary: Nami has a special menu prepared.
A/N: Yeah, this running theme just won’t stop for me… And I’m dirty.
Sanji looked at the menu Nami had requested with a heavy feeling of dread, chef’s senses threatening to overcome the doting promise he’d made to her earlier.
This was not a combination of things any cook would prepare for consumption in the same meal, ever.
But Nami had been so nice to him earlier, twirling a lock of his hair around a finger as she sweetly instructed him to have these things made.
So here he was, preparing everything she’d wanted while his inner cook wept a little bit.
Once done, he picked the list up again and went through an inventory of the requests.
Corn Dogs. Check.
A tub of whipped frosting, extra thick. Check.
Bananas. Check.
Frozen juice bars on a stick. Check.
Chicken drumsticks. Check.
Sausage links, un-sliced. Check.
A baguette. Check.
A bottle of honey. Check.
He paused halfway through the list.
“Waitaminute…”
He exited the galley in search of Nami, a theory already half-formed in his head.
He found her topside with camera in hand, talking to Luffy.
“Now Luffy…when Sanji calls us, I want you to be as messy as possible, Kay?”
Luffy blinked. “Why?”
She smiled. “It makes the food taste better.”
“Really?!”
She nodded.
“Alright!” the captain proclaimed.
She removed his vest and unbuttoned his pants.
Luffy laughed at the tickling sensation of her fingers. “Whatcha doin’?” he queried, though there was no protest in his happily vacant mind.
“It uh…makes it easier to eat.”
“Oh. Sankyuu, Nami!!”
Sanji sighed on hearing the conversation, suspicions confirmed.
He lit a cigarette, cleared his throat. “Oi…food’s on.”
“Whoo hoo!!!” Luffy darted past, Nami following quickly after him with her camera.
“Enjoy, Nami-san,” Sanji drawled, blowing smoke into the air.
He wondered if he should have thrown in some cucumbers while he’d been at it.
END
Yeah...I'm stoopid sometimes. ^_^;;
Topic: Double-Entendre
Rating: uh… could be taken innocently…so PG?
Pairing/s: Luffy + Food = OTP
Time: Seriously, 8 minutes. I shit you not.
Word Count: 300
Summary: Nami has a special menu prepared.
A/N: Yeah, this running theme just won’t stop for me… And I’m dirty.
Sanji looked at the menu Nami had requested with a heavy feeling of dread, chef’s senses threatening to overcome the doting promise he’d made to her earlier.
This was not a combination of things any cook would prepare for consumption in the same meal, ever.
But Nami had been so nice to him earlier, twirling a lock of his hair around a finger as she sweetly instructed him to have these things made.
So here he was, preparing everything she’d wanted while his inner cook wept a little bit.
Once done, he picked the list up again and went through an inventory of the requests.
Corn Dogs. Check.
A tub of whipped frosting, extra thick. Check.
Bananas. Check.
Frozen juice bars on a stick. Check.
Chicken drumsticks. Check.
Sausage links, un-sliced. Check.
A baguette. Check.
A bottle of honey. Check.
He paused halfway through the list.
“Waitaminute…”
He exited the galley in search of Nami, a theory already half-formed in his head.
He found her topside with camera in hand, talking to Luffy.
“Now Luffy…when Sanji calls us, I want you to be as messy as possible, Kay?”
Luffy blinked. “Why?”
She smiled. “It makes the food taste better.”
“Really?!”
She nodded.
“Alright!” the captain proclaimed.
She removed his vest and unbuttoned his pants.
Luffy laughed at the tickling sensation of her fingers. “Whatcha doin’?” he queried, though there was no protest in his happily vacant mind.
“It uh…makes it easier to eat.”
“Oh. Sankyuu, Nami!!”
Sanji sighed on hearing the conversation, suspicions confirmed.
He lit a cigarette, cleared his throat. “Oi…food’s on.”
“Whoo hoo!!!” Luffy darted past, Nami following quickly after him with her camera.
“Enjoy, Nami-san,” Sanji drawled, blowing smoke into the air.
He wondered if he should have thrown in some cucumbers while he’d been at it.
END
Yeah...I'm stoopid sometimes. ^_^;;
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Date: 2005-01-27 05:42 am (UTC)Not exactly subtle, is she? Good thing Luffy's so slow... ^_^
'Sides. I'll bet he had fun. He got to eat and have fun, she got to take pictures that'll makes lot of money... everyone's happy!
(well, except for Sanji's inner cook)
Cute story!
(and yay, someone besides me has written on the topic!)
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Date: 2005-01-27 05:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 06:26 am (UTC)True, true...
If you can reach for the pants, reach for the pants, right?!! XD
Hehhe... sure!
I actually liked that bit... Luffy's naive enough to fall for it, and it's not like Nami's doing anything evil; just taking some pictures. Besides, I don't think Luffy is overly modest. ^_^
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Date: 2005-01-27 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-27 08:02 am (UTC)That was so fun.
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Date: 2005-01-27 10:19 am (UTC)Indeed it does. Hooray for gullible Luffy....which is Luffy most of the time....xD
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Date: 2005-01-28 12:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 07:20 pm (UTC)