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onepieceyaoi100Title: Good Morning
Word Count: 278.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Sanji/losing at life (OMG OTP).
Topic: First impressions.
Sanji woke up slowly, in stages. He ached all over, especially his chest and hips, and his throat felt like he'd been gargling with pot cleaner.
He must've gotten really drunk last night. Really lucky, too, if the warm body next to his was any indication. It was a miracle the shitty old man wasn't in here howling at him already.
But Sanji wasn't one to question small blessings, and besides, he had a lady present. She deserved his fullest attention. Just as soon as he figured out which one she was.
He ran an exploratory hand up the smooth, warm back, eyes closed against the hangover headache he could feel looming just beyond his lids. Slim build...sharp shoulders...ah, there, the hair. He'd recognise those silky curls anywhere. He'd certainly spent enough time with his fingers tangled in them, getting what was arguably the best head in East Blue.
Roxanne-chwan, with her nice ass and her soft lips and her so-talented tongue and her willingness to use it at the drop of a hat. And she had deigned to bless him with her presence for an entire night. He could die happy now.
A little too happy, actually. His morning wood was rapidly in the process of becoming a morning tree from the presence of such a fair distaff dumpling. But it was Roxanne-chwan, so he didn't feel bad about pressing his hard-on against her shapely hip and asking if she minded helping him take care of that.
Usopp, knocked out of his hammock during the night by one of Luffy's more active dreams, woke up and screamed.
And so went Sanji's first morning on the Going Merry.
Word Count: 278.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Sanji/losing at life (OMG OTP).
Topic: First impressions.
Sanji woke up slowly, in stages. He ached all over, especially his chest and hips, and his throat felt like he'd been gargling with pot cleaner.
He must've gotten really drunk last night. Really lucky, too, if the warm body next to his was any indication. It was a miracle the shitty old man wasn't in here howling at him already.
But Sanji wasn't one to question small blessings, and besides, he had a lady present. She deserved his fullest attention. Just as soon as he figured out which one she was.
He ran an exploratory hand up the smooth, warm back, eyes closed against the hangover headache he could feel looming just beyond his lids. Slim build...sharp shoulders...ah, there, the hair. He'd recognise those silky curls anywhere. He'd certainly spent enough time with his fingers tangled in them, getting what was arguably the best head in East Blue.
Roxanne-chwan, with her nice ass and her soft lips and her so-talented tongue and her willingness to use it at the drop of a hat. And she had deigned to bless him with her presence for an entire night. He could die happy now.
A little too happy, actually. His morning wood was rapidly in the process of becoming a morning tree from the presence of such a fair distaff dumpling. But it was Roxanne-chwan, so he didn't feel bad about pressing his hard-on against her shapely hip and asking if she minded helping him take care of that.
Usopp, knocked out of his hammock during the night by one of Luffy's more active dreams, woke up and screamed.
And so went Sanji's first morning on the Going Merry.
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Date: 2006-12-27 04:17 pm (UTC)WHY DO YOU FAIL SO MUCH.
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Date: 2006-12-27 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 06:04 pm (UTC).. It's Usopp! :D
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Date: 2006-12-27 05:55 pm (UTC)I think the first symptoms occured when he first made contact with the mugiwara crew XD
Superb, and What a wake-up-call Usopp-'chwan'! You'll never need an alarm-clock ever again.
*Repetitive-Fail-Syndrome
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Date: 2006-12-27 08:12 pm (UTC)Party? Certainly!A very accurate analysis of the patient. Oh Doctor! Is there a cure?
1 marimo, twice a day, one before breakfast and one after dinnerno subject
Date: 2006-12-27 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 10:54 pm (UTC);)
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Date: 2006-12-28 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 01:57 pm (UTC)HATE THE TWO OF YOU. HATE.
............SHUT UP.
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Date: 2006-12-27 05:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 07:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 07:43 pm (UTC)And so it begins.......XDDDDDDDDD
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Date: 2006-12-27 08:15 pm (UTC)I CAN'T. STOP. DYING.
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Date: 2006-12-27 08:22 pm (UTC)^_^
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Date: 2006-12-27 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 08:33 pm (UTC)BTW, have you tried decaf...? ^_~
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Date: 2006-12-27 08:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 08:47 pm (UTC)You know I'm just funnin' with you, right? ^_^
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Date: 2006-12-27 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-27 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 05:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 01:54 pm (UTC)MORNING TREE.
........MORNING TREE.
AND DEFEAT FROM JAWS OF VICTORY WHAT ADSFJDKTUKSXTRDFYKHXMTFHY
I HATE YOU.
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Date: 2006-12-28 08:46 pm (UTC)