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onepieceyaoi100Title: Photographs
Rating: PG
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Word Count: 300
Smoker contemplated the newest batch of wanted posters ruffling in the breeze from the open porthole with a jaundiced eye, finally tossing them aside with a dismissive snort.
“Tch, Cipher Pol idiots. Bunch of secretive, fascist bastards who can’t do their jobs let alone take a decent photo. Didn’t even manage to get most of him on the poster. Again.”
At the throaty chuckle, the marine whirled around in his chair, jitte pressed firmly into the bare chest of the freckle-faced pirate who stood behind him. Ace raised his hands slowly in mock surrender, clearly amused.
“Naa taisa, didn’t know you felt that way.”
“What’re you talking about brat?”
The growled reply only made Ace grin, and he put a gentle hand on the end of the weapon to nudge it away, pointing it back at the discarded posters.
“That. Looked like you were about ready to whip it out.”
“Why you little -!”
Ace dodged the smoky fist and skittered out of the jitte’s reach, waggling one scolding finger at the outraged marine.
“Now now, no need to get testy. Everybody’s got their kinks. How do you think I knew when to come in the window, hmm? I wouldn’t have said anything, but I don’t like to see you disappointed.”
A tan hand slipped into a snug back pocket as he spoke, coming back with a collection of glossy photographs. Forstalling farther argument, he waved the colorful (and full frontal) shots under Smoker’s nose.
“You can have these. I prefer the blonde myself. Besides I have a deal with their navigator; new batch every month as long as she gets paid. If you’d like,” and Ace directed a significant glance downward, “I can cut you in.”
Fingers closed around Ace’s wrist, hooked into his waistband. “We’ll discuss terms later.”
Rating: PG
Pairing: Smoker/Ace
Word Count: 300
Smoker contemplated the newest batch of wanted posters ruffling in the breeze from the open porthole with a jaundiced eye, finally tossing them aside with a dismissive snort.
“Tch, Cipher Pol idiots. Bunch of secretive, fascist bastards who can’t do their jobs let alone take a decent photo. Didn’t even manage to get most of him on the poster. Again.”
At the throaty chuckle, the marine whirled around in his chair, jitte pressed firmly into the bare chest of the freckle-faced pirate who stood behind him. Ace raised his hands slowly in mock surrender, clearly amused.
“Naa taisa, didn’t know you felt that way.”
“What’re you talking about brat?”
The growled reply only made Ace grin, and he put a gentle hand on the end of the weapon to nudge it away, pointing it back at the discarded posters.
“That. Looked like you were about ready to whip it out.”
“Why you little -!”
Ace dodged the smoky fist and skittered out of the jitte’s reach, waggling one scolding finger at the outraged marine.
“Now now, no need to get testy. Everybody’s got their kinks. How do you think I knew when to come in the window, hmm? I wouldn’t have said anything, but I don’t like to see you disappointed.”
A tan hand slipped into a snug back pocket as he spoke, coming back with a collection of glossy photographs. Forstalling farther argument, he waved the colorful (and full frontal) shots under Smoker’s nose.
“You can have these. I prefer the blonde myself. Besides I have a deal with their navigator; new batch every month as long as she gets paid. If you’d like,” and Ace directed a significant glance downward, “I can cut you in.”
Fingers closed around Ace’s wrist, hooked into his waistband. “We’ll discuss terms later.”
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