onepieceyaoi100 | First post, a random drabble.

Okay, I wrote this and posted it a while back in onepieceyaoi, but, upon furter reflection, it really belongs here. Unfortunatly, up till last night, I didn't know "here" existed. :) Ah well, in anycase, here be drabble.

Title: The Space Between
Rating: Pg for man smooching
Topic: None
Summary: Nami contemplates Sanji and Zoro
Word Count: 247

There is this feeling the hangs around the swordsman and the chef. Its a feeling that's heavy with anger/hate/love/desire and it fills the space between them with crackling static tension.

There are days when it's not so bad, when it's the space between them in the galley at dinner, the space between their hammocks when they are asleep, the space between them and the enemies they destroy as they fight back to back.

And some days it's terrible, mostly days when it rains/snows/hails, when everyone is packed into the galley and they can't escape from each other. Then it's the space between Sanji's legs and Zoro's swords, between the snarky insults and sometimes downright hatefull words they throw at each other that is filled with that awful electricity.

And then one night, in the darkest hour before dawn, I emerge from my room and I can feel it swirling thickly in the air. Sanji and Zoro are in the hallway, exposed by the revealing light of the full moon, pouring like quicksilver through the open doorway.

I see it there, outlined in moonlight.

The space between Sanji and the wall Zoro has him pinned against.

The space between Sanji's fingers and the cigarette that lies forgotten, still burning, on the floor.

The space between Sanji's moan and Zoro's soft growl.

The space between their lips before they kiss.

Shaking my head ruefully, I slip back into my room to wake Robin and get my camera.