One too many? Or perhaps...
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onepieceyaoi100Title: Hide and Seek
Topic: Punishment and Reward
Word Count: 300 (including strike text)
Rating: PG14 (kissing, hangovers, language)
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: The morning after a rousing round of spin-the-bottle, and a few other party games...
Excuse: Look, ma! Something not angsty. :) Or, "Where'd my angst-critter wander off to?"
Notes: Part of the Drinking Games timeline. Follows "Spin the Bottle" but precedes the rest, probably going a long way towards explaining "Twenty Questions"...
~~~
He hurt. No, really. His brains throbbed, his face felt like it'd met the wrong end of Zeff's wrath, and his scalp was on too tight. Which hurt, damnit. And what the hell was pounding surf doing beneath his... Why was his pillow so hard, for that matter?
"G'morning," his pillow rumbled, and something pressed briefly against his hair. Ouch, already. The voice was quiet -- probably -- but it was deep and echoing, and the seaweed-head didn't normally...
The hell was he doing sleeping on the shitty marimo?
"How's your head, shit-cook?"
Sanji mustered up the wherewithal to expound, "Nrrrghh."
"Huh. Figures. Know where you are?"
"Merry?"
"Good boy. Why you're sleeping on me?"
Now that was a good question. They'd been drinking last night, the whole shitty crew. Playing some stupid... kissing game? And he'd...
Oh.
Shit.
He moaned, from embarrassment, or perhaps the memory of how damned good Zoro's mouth felt. But...
"You don't remember? Didn't think you got drunk."
Zoro chuckled softly. The big green idiot didn't seem at all perturbed to be where he was, sprawled out -- where the hell were they anyway? -- beneath Sanji.
Sanji winced, and pushed himself firmly upright. Shit his head hurt. He peered blearily around. The anchor deck?
"Why are we in here?"
"I was... um. You found me?"
More memories surfaced. Something about hiding from an enormous dog. And more kissing.
"Mmhmm. Do I get a prize?"
"When your head stops throbbing. Shame not to enjoy your reward."
Three glasses of water, one sovereign hangover remedy, and a very satisfactorymake-out session kiss later, Sanji decided he rather liked winning at Hide-and-Seek.
In retrospect, the discovery of mutual affections? Definitely worth the headache. Once, anyway. Next time, though, Sanji thought, he'd go easier on the 'rum' part...
Topic: Punishment and Reward
Word Count: 300 (including strike text)
Rating: PG14 (kissing, hangovers, language)
Pairing: Sanji/Zoro
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: The morning after a rousing round of spin-the-bottle, and a few other party games...
Excuse: Look, ma! Something not angsty. :) Or, "Where'd my angst-critter wander off to?"
Notes: Part of the Drinking Games timeline. Follows "Spin the Bottle" but precedes the rest, probably going a long way towards explaining "Twenty Questions"...
~~~
He hurt. No, really. His brains throbbed, his face felt like it'd met the wrong end of Zeff's wrath, and his scalp was on too tight. Which hurt, damnit. And what the hell was pounding surf doing beneath his... Why was his pillow so hard, for that matter?
"G'morning," his pillow rumbled, and something pressed briefly against his hair. Ouch, already. The voice was quiet -- probably -- but it was deep and echoing, and the seaweed-head didn't normally...
The hell was he doing sleeping on the shitty marimo?
"How's your head, shit-cook?"
Sanji mustered up the wherewithal to expound, "Nrrrghh."
"Huh. Figures. Know where you are?"
"Merry?"
"Good boy. Why you're sleeping on me?"
Now that was a good question. They'd been drinking last night, the whole shitty crew. Playing some stupid... kissing game? And he'd...
Oh.
Shit.
He moaned, from embarrassment, or perhaps the memory of how damned good Zoro's mouth felt. But...
"You don't remember? Didn't think you got drunk."
Zoro chuckled softly. The big green idiot didn't seem at all perturbed to be where he was, sprawled out -- where the hell were they anyway? -- beneath Sanji.
Sanji winced, and pushed himself firmly upright. Shit his head hurt. He peered blearily around. The anchor deck?
"Why are we in here?"
"I was... um. You found me?"
More memories surfaced. Something about hiding from an enormous dog. And more kissing.
"Mmhmm. Do I get a prize?"
"When your head stops throbbing. Shame not to enjoy your reward."
Three glasses of water, one sovereign hangover remedy, and a very satisfactory
In retrospect, the discovery of mutual affections? Definitely worth the headache. Once, anyway. Next time, though, Sanji thought, he'd go easier on the 'rum' part...
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Date: 2006-11-23 06:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-23 07:57 am (UTC):D Please say you're doing another? Pretty pwease? With a marimo on top?
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Date: 2006-11-24 02:05 pm (UTC)Please say you're doing another?
What, besides the other four already in the series (two linked at the top, two more linked from Twenty Questions)? I certainly plan to write another (few?) in the series, yes...
With a marimo on top?
Now, that, I can't guarantee... *evil grin*
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Date: 2006-11-24 10:42 pm (UTC)...now that depends entirely on the circumstances no?
poor poor Sanji, little does he know what is planned for him>XD
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Date: 2006-11-25 02:39 am (UTC)