Whoot! Late! Tell me the effort wasn't wasted?

[bronzetigress.livejournal.com]

Title: Wahrheit
Topic: wasted
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG13 (language, mostly)
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Summary: Zoro muses. Again. On pretty women, drunken sailors, and a certain sharp-dressed man.

Excuse: Nope. The little grey plot critter demanded equal time. What's that blond one got that he doesn't, anyway? So apparently I wasn't actually done yet after all.

Wahrheit -> truth.

Notes: Belongs to the set with "Can't We Just" and "So Far Away", and is the flip side to "In Vino Veritas".

Also, for cptn_shinigami, because of the most excellent picture she drew and still hasn't coloured for me for the last one of these. :)

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I should be talking to her, but, well. I've been... daydreaming. Again. Can't focus. Ought to put you out of my head, but then you glide by again, smooth as silk and tough as steel, and...

You're not going to take it well, are you? You walked away this morning, looking disgusted. How much worse would it be if...

Fuck. It's not that I want to be a woman, but... I'm here because of her, and most of the time I ignore it when you get like that, but sometimes I can't help but wish... Envy her, for the pretty woman she would've been.

You'd have noticed me, then. And that...

Woah.

Holy fuck. Haven't seen you this wasted since... Whiskey Peak?

No, I do not want sake on my pants, thanky-- whoa! Helllooo, drunken sailor. Geez, don't wiggle like that in my lap, unless yo--

Whah? Who's who, exactly? Oh, come on, I don'--

Wait! You really want to know? Blond, blue-eyed, kinda skinny, great legs, likes black. Attitude you could cut with the flat of an oar. Sound familiar?

The fuck d'you mean, competition? How can you be compe--

Waitasec.

That means you...

You want me, too.

Want me to reach out, touch you, throw my arms around your knees when you step back.

Hah! Gotcha. Riiiight where I...

Hnn, that's right. Let me hide this idiot grin from the world against your legs, just like this. Your fingers in my hair, my face against your thigh. Wind your leg around me as I breathe your darkness, rest my head against your hip and press my ear to your heartbeat.

No, that wasn't a whine. Really.

Ohhh, if you knew how long I've dreamed of this...

***
Shut up, Kuina. You can't possibly have known, either.

Frickin' women.

Comments

[mr0nishi.livejournal.com]

Jeez, I'm really sorry! orz I had no idea that people were still writing.

[bronzetigress.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* It happens (although there do seem to be late-Wednesday stragglers fairly often; it's the risk you take, leaving it to the last minute). It's been a h*** of a week for me anyway; I'm lucky I got anything written at *all*. (And that, considering this has been half-done for months.) Don't worry about it. :)