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onepieceyaoi100Title: Unlikely Bedfellows
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Words: 300
Topic: Hair
Rating: PG-13
A bit of a stretch for the topic, as hair isn't exactly the *main* theme of the drabble. I am way too fixated on leaving-in-the-morning Ace/Smoker psuedo-angst.
He didn't have to let him stay. It would have been easy enough to shove him out of the bed or toss him overboard or at the very least set him afloat on that little schooner. Lord knows he would sleep through it.
Smoker liked to attribute the fact that he did none of these things to simple exhaustion. The night was cold, the bed was warm and he was tired. As simple as that.
It certainly wasn't the warmth that curled around him, that seeped from the form tangled in his limbs, that warmed him to the bones. Ace was annoying, even in sleep, snoring and gripping and pressed right up against him. He always fell asleep immediately but somehow managed to latch on to Smoker before he did. And all night, his breath tickled the Marine's neck and hair tickled his face.
Ace was a young-looking man as it was, freckled cheeks and insolent eyes and boyish grin. And now, as he slept, he seemed even younger -- that raven hair that was normally flattened beneath his hat now raked through with fingers and tousled with smoke and flame fell in his face, sticking wildly every which way.
Smoker'd learned quickly that arching away from the strands that tickled his cheeks and nose only made it word and instead found himself with his face nuzzled into that wild ebony. When he breathed, it was sex and ash, the lingering traces of their firestorm.
When the light started to creep at the portholes, this phoenix would rise from his sheets and dissapear until his next sudden and unannounced visit, whenever that might be. With a soft kiss that Smoker would pretend not to notice in all his feigned sleep.
And good riddance. Ace was so annoying in his sleep.
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Words: 300
Topic: Hair
Rating: PG-13
A bit of a stretch for the topic, as hair isn't exactly the *main* theme of the drabble. I am way too fixated on leaving-in-the-morning Ace/Smoker psuedo-angst.
He didn't have to let him stay. It would have been easy enough to shove him out of the bed or toss him overboard or at the very least set him afloat on that little schooner. Lord knows he would sleep through it.
Smoker liked to attribute the fact that he did none of these things to simple exhaustion. The night was cold, the bed was warm and he was tired. As simple as that.
It certainly wasn't the warmth that curled around him, that seeped from the form tangled in his limbs, that warmed him to the bones. Ace was annoying, even in sleep, snoring and gripping and pressed right up against him. He always fell asleep immediately but somehow managed to latch on to Smoker before he did. And all night, his breath tickled the Marine's neck and hair tickled his face.
Ace was a young-looking man as it was, freckled cheeks and insolent eyes and boyish grin. And now, as he slept, he seemed even younger -- that raven hair that was normally flattened beneath his hat now raked through with fingers and tousled with smoke and flame fell in his face, sticking wildly every which way.
Smoker'd learned quickly that arching away from the strands that tickled his cheeks and nose only made it word and instead found himself with his face nuzzled into that wild ebony. When he breathed, it was sex and ash, the lingering traces of their firestorm.
When the light started to creep at the portholes, this phoenix would rise from his sheets and dissapear until his next sudden and unannounced visit, whenever that might be. With a soft kiss that Smoker would pretend not to notice in all his feigned sleep.
And good riddance. Ace was so annoying in his sleep.
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Date: 2005-02-03 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-03 05:43 am (UTC)Mmm, I loved this. Absolutely adored it. ♥ I loved Ace's description, especially his comparison to a phoenix. Beautiful.