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onepieceyaoi100Title: Smoke
Rating: R
Word Count: 300
Pairing: ZxS
Topic: Memories
Notes: I managed words! Okay... only 300 of them but... woot! It's something. *fistpump* Mildly spoilerish for latest manga chapters.
~*~
Even at the crazy speed of Rocketman, it's miles before they'll catch up to the other sea-train. There's nothing to do but wait. And think.
The blond carpenter lights up, his face still red with embarrassment after Nami changed clothes in front of them. The snail she holds has gone silent; it won't connect back. No news past that last reckless statement by the stupid chef. As if he can rescue Robin from those CP9 bastards alone. Smoke swirls around him and Zoro frowns, closing his eyes as he leans back against the wall, cast into thought.
Whenever he smells smoke, he tastes tobacco on his lips, harsh and raw. Remembers how the scent clings to hair, tenacious even after hours abed. Recalls, not without a pang, how it was an integral part of the aroma of the galley on Going Merry; old grease, tobacco, rum.
He takes a shallow breath, through his nose. Savors the scent in the air, acknowledges it isn't quite right, but it's still tobacco smoke. His gut clenches with familiar need. Even though he's never smoked in his life - and wouldn't - part of him suspects he's addicted. Because whenever he catches the scent now he remembers the other's smoky breath washing over his face, gasping out denials, pleas, whenever he fucks him.
Face to face. So he can see the kicks coming. So he can feel the other come hot across the scar on his belly. So he can watch the way the other's lips form his name without sound at the end.
But mostly so he can see the arrogant, stubborn bastard made all open and broken and his.
Smoke brings it back. Even when the cook is half the sea and a train away from him.
They have to catch up.
--end--
Rating: R
Word Count: 300
Pairing: ZxS
Topic: Memories
Notes: I managed words! Okay... only 300 of them but... woot! It's something. *fistpump* Mildly spoilerish for latest manga chapters.
~*~
Even at the crazy speed of Rocketman, it's miles before they'll catch up to the other sea-train. There's nothing to do but wait. And think.
The blond carpenter lights up, his face still red with embarrassment after Nami changed clothes in front of them. The snail she holds has gone silent; it won't connect back. No news past that last reckless statement by the stupid chef. As if he can rescue Robin from those CP9 bastards alone. Smoke swirls around him and Zoro frowns, closing his eyes as he leans back against the wall, cast into thought.
Whenever he smells smoke, he tastes tobacco on his lips, harsh and raw. Remembers how the scent clings to hair, tenacious even after hours abed. Recalls, not without a pang, how it was an integral part of the aroma of the galley on Going Merry; old grease, tobacco, rum.
He takes a shallow breath, through his nose. Savors the scent in the air, acknowledges it isn't quite right, but it's still tobacco smoke. His gut clenches with familiar need. Even though he's never smoked in his life - and wouldn't - part of him suspects he's addicted. Because whenever he catches the scent now he remembers the other's smoky breath washing over his face, gasping out denials, pleas, whenever he fucks him.
Face to face. So he can see the kicks coming. So he can feel the other come hot across the scar on his belly. So he can watch the way the other's lips form his name without sound at the end.
But mostly so he can see the arrogant, stubborn bastard made all open and broken and his.
Smoke brings it back. Even when the cook is half the sea and a train away from him.
They have to catch up.
--end--
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Date: 2006-03-13 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-13 07:58 pm (UTC)...
oijwdonf fieuwfu214fj nqcqoefoq!
Dammit woman! Making the hot that steals good words! ::glares::
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Date: 2006-03-13 08:28 pm (UTC)♥♥♥
LOVE.
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Date: 2006-03-13 08:40 pm (UTC)And now you made me! Oh gods...purrrrrrrr....
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Date: 2006-03-14 12:37 am (UTC)Zoro missing Sanji....^___^
Because whenever he catches the scent now he remembers the other's smoky breath washing over his face, gasping out denials, pleas, whenever he fucks him.
Delicious!*blushes*
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Date: 2006-03-14 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-14 02:12 am (UTC)Ohhhh your crazy hot Zoro lust kills me so good T_T
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Date: 2006-03-14 02:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-14 10:14 am (UTC)TOO DAMN GOOOOOOOOOOOD
AND I DON'T EVEN LIKE ZOSAN ARGHAIUGFHEIUHCUIAHCUIWE
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Date: 2006-03-14 11:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-14 07:28 pm (UTC)*falls over* ......Please excuse me while I go attempt to re-gain control of my thoughts again. *cheery smile*
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Date: 2006-03-16 08:14 am (UTC)