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Feb. 1st, 2005 06:38 pmTitle: Fetish
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Topic: Hair
Pairing: ZoSan
Smoke was blown between still-flushed lips, curled through pale hair. The dim lamplight danced across Sanji's sweat-sheened skin as he lounged lazily across the blanket that was laid out on the floor. His gaze wandered just as lazily over Zoro, the swordsman's pants still unclasped and slung low on his hips as he indulged in a nap as post-coital as Sanji's cigarette.
His breath swirled when he spoke. "You have a hair-pulling fetish," he informed the other man.
Zoro's brow tightened in annoyance, an eye slitting open. "I don't have a fetish," he said flatly.
"You do too," Sanji protested and began ticking off on his fingers, "You pull my hair when you kiss me. You pull my hair when I suck you off. You pull my hair when we fuck. You have a fetish. Ecchi-marimo."
The blush that blossomed across his cheeks might have been from the vulgarity of Sanji's tongue. "I *don't* have a fetish," he repeated, voice as hard as ever.
A shift and the hiss of a cigarette and Sanji was straddling him, pressing him into the floor, mouth wasting no time in finding the swordsman's. A slow but firm kiss was forced upon him, Sanji's smoky tongue slipping between his lips, breathing nicotine laced breath into him. At first he tensed but it was only brief and he relaxed beneath the cook, allowing the ravish of his mouth. His hands wandered up Sanji's bare back, neck, into the silk of his hair. Fingers twitched. The cook's smug smirk stared at him.
"Konoyaro!" Zoro snarled, shoving Sanji back, pinning him down. His cheeks flamed. "I'll *show* you a fetish!"
Sanji laughed out loud as their limbs tangled in a half-hearted tousle. He'd never said he didn't like the hair pulling.
Word Count: 300
Rating: R
Topic: Hair
Pairing: ZoSan
Smoke was blown between still-flushed lips, curled through pale hair. The dim lamplight danced across Sanji's sweat-sheened skin as he lounged lazily across the blanket that was laid out on the floor. His gaze wandered just as lazily over Zoro, the swordsman's pants still unclasped and slung low on his hips as he indulged in a nap as post-coital as Sanji's cigarette.
His breath swirled when he spoke. "You have a hair-pulling fetish," he informed the other man.
Zoro's brow tightened in annoyance, an eye slitting open. "I don't have a fetish," he said flatly.
"You do too," Sanji protested and began ticking off on his fingers, "You pull my hair when you kiss me. You pull my hair when I suck you off. You pull my hair when we fuck. You have a fetish. Ecchi-marimo."
The blush that blossomed across his cheeks might have been from the vulgarity of Sanji's tongue. "I *don't* have a fetish," he repeated, voice as hard as ever.
A shift and the hiss of a cigarette and Sanji was straddling him, pressing him into the floor, mouth wasting no time in finding the swordsman's. A slow but firm kiss was forced upon him, Sanji's smoky tongue slipping between his lips, breathing nicotine laced breath into him. At first he tensed but it was only brief and he relaxed beneath the cook, allowing the ravish of his mouth. His hands wandered up Sanji's bare back, neck, into the silk of his hair. Fingers twitched. The cook's smug smirk stared at him.
"Konoyaro!" Zoro snarled, shoving Sanji back, pinning him down. His cheeks flamed. "I'll *show* you a fetish!"
Sanji laughed out loud as their limbs tangled in a half-hearted tousle. He'd never said he didn't like the hair pulling.
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Date: 2005-02-02 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 03:32 am (UTC)O_O Wow... And he's been napping since he first met Luffy...
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Date: 2005-02-02 03:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 03:35 am (UTC)Anywho, this was great!! ^_^
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Date: 2005-02-02 09:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-02 08:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-03 03:30 am (UTC)