Lie down, keep still, and...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Let Me...
Topic: Sense(s)
Word Count: 300
Rating: They keep swearing on me. Sorry. Also, implies stuff. Yeah.
Pairing: Sekrit! (okay, it's Sanji 'n' Zoro, but only 'cause they just couldn't keep quiet)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Night-time in the hold, and the instructions are simple. "Lie down, keep still, and let me."
Excuse: She said, "lack of direction sense". Heh heh, hehhehheh.... heh.
~~~
It was nearly impossible, what he'd been asked to do: To lie blind, bound, helpless and vulnerable before another.
Who could be anyone, by now.
But he'd know those hands anywhere, he was sure. He knew those calluses, had similar if not exactly matching ones of his own. Moreover, he knew the way they moved, and that made this... He swallowed, half nervous, half something else entirely.
He'd agreed. Had willingly allowed this one person the power to strip his senses and defenses away. Even if it was giving his sense of trust a strenuous workout.
Sight had been the first thing to go. Simple, familiar black cloth, infuriatingly effective. When he'd tried, briefly, to open his eyes, he'd seen only darkness.
Taste and smell, so closely linked, had been next. There had been a cold, damp touch on his nose, and then everything was camphor and citrus. That had been almost worse than losing his vision.
Hearing was hardest to strip away, but those hands moved more quietly than the heavy wash of the sea against the hull, and their owner made no more noise than they.
There was only touch left, now.
He'd been forbidden to use his own hands. To move at all, without specific instruction. The soft ribbons on his wrists and ankles couldn't hold him. They were only reminders. A test of his mind and will; his sense of honour, perhaps.
There were only those wonderful hands, taking census of his pleasure points, ghosting down his body, down, down... down? And down again. They'd obviously missed a turn somewhere.
That was alright, though. He hadn't been forbidden to speak.
"Oi, d'you lose your sense of direction?"
"You'd be able to tell? No more talking, either, shitty marimo."
Damn.
...
Howling one's ecstasy wasn't talking, right?
Topic: Sense(s)
Word Count: 300
Rating: They keep swearing on me. Sorry. Also, implies stuff. Yeah.
Pairing: Sekrit! (okay, it's Sanji 'n' Zoro, but only 'cause they just couldn't keep quiet)
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Night-time in the hold, and the instructions are simple. "Lie down, keep still, and let me."
Excuse: She said, "
~~~
It was nearly impossible, what he'd been asked to do: To lie blind, bound, helpless and vulnerable before another.
Who could be anyone, by now.
But he'd know those hands anywhere, he was sure. He knew those calluses, had similar if not exactly matching ones of his own. Moreover, he knew the way they moved, and that made this... He swallowed, half nervous, half something else entirely.
He'd agreed. Had willingly allowed this one person the power to strip his senses and defenses away. Even if it was giving his sense of trust a strenuous workout.
Sight had been the first thing to go. Simple, familiar black cloth, infuriatingly effective. When he'd tried, briefly, to open his eyes, he'd seen only darkness.
Taste and smell, so closely linked, had been next. There had been a cold, damp touch on his nose, and then everything was camphor and citrus. That had been almost worse than losing his vision.
Hearing was hardest to strip away, but those hands moved more quietly than the heavy wash of the sea against the hull, and their owner made no more noise than they.
There was only touch left, now.
He'd been forbidden to use his own hands. To move at all, without specific instruction. The soft ribbons on his wrists and ankles couldn't hold him. They were only reminders. A test of his mind and will; his sense of honour, perhaps.
There were only those wonderful hands, taking census of his pleasure points, ghosting down his body, down, down... down? And down again. They'd obviously missed a turn somewhere.
That was alright, though. He hadn't been forbidden to speak.
"Oi, d'you lose your sense of direction?"
"You'd be able to tell? No more talking, either, shitty marimo."
Damn.
...
Howling one's ecstasy wasn't talking, right?
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Date: 2006-10-23 04:33 pm (UTC)I was hoping it was ZOro too. :P
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Date: 2006-10-24 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-10-23 11:04 pm (UTC)Great way of putting it XD The whole thing was delicious, particularly the last bite of snark at the end (because they just can't help themselves...)
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Date: 2006-10-24 01:53 am (UTC)And, no, they can't, can they? :)
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Date: 2006-10-24 12:42 am (UTC)"Oi, d'you lose your sense of direction?"
"You'd be able to tell?
Haha, so good!XDD
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Date: 2006-10-26 02:41 am (UTC)WOOT!
Date: 2006-12-27 04:17 am (UTC)Re: WOOT!
Date: 2006-12-27 02:08 pm (UTC)