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Jun. 2nd, 2008 11:17 amTitle: The Hunter
Rating: Pg language, AF (Ace!Fails)
Word Count: 298
Topic: Lemon
Pairing: Almost Ace/Sanji
He slides into the kitchen; his prey is unawares. This knowledge tickles him, but the resulting smile gives him away as the victim of his hunt becomes aware of his presence.
"You know, when you grin that wide I can hear it."
Drat, he thinks, another perfectly timed sneak attack ruined by my winning smile.
"Do you need any help with anything?" Right for the jugular then.
His prey turns and blushes, ever so slightly. Heh, first attack score! The cook scowls and turns back to whatever he is fiddling with. After a few moments he realises that Sanji is so caught up in what he's doing he's forgotten he's there. He can tell by his stance, the set of his shoulders and the tilt of his head.
The hunt may yet be a success! He shifts quietly, close enough to see that Sanji's kneading dough. Perfect, no accidents then. He leans forwards and presses his nose into the the back of the other mans neck, goes to wrap his arms around him when-
"Shit-Fuck you're cold!" He hisses and withdraws.
His so-called prey turns and grins, then grabs him by the belt and tugs him into a very cold, uncomfortable and unwilling embrace.
"Such is the advantage of having a walk in fridge love." A wicked cackle as one very chilly, floury hand slips in to grasp his behind.
He tries to pull it out.
"Tut-tut Ace-chan, I warned you to let me finish the bread before you tried anything."
He whines, caught solidly. The wiry blond can be oddly strong sometimes, especially when he's cold. Flame flickers off his shoulders and Sanji leans down to kiss them, heat floods him.
"Oi, you'll burn yourself."
"I'm a cook, besides, you'd never burn me."
He sighs, relaxing into the hold. Another hunt a failure. Seems like Sanji has retained his title again.
Rating: Pg language, AF (Ace!Fails)
Word Count: 298
Topic: Lemon
Pairing: Almost Ace/Sanji
He slides into the kitchen; his prey is unawares. This knowledge tickles him, but the resulting smile gives him away as the victim of his hunt becomes aware of his presence.
"You know, when you grin that wide I can hear it."
Drat, he thinks, another perfectly timed sneak attack ruined by my winning smile.
"Do you need any help with anything?" Right for the jugular then.
His prey turns and blushes, ever so slightly. Heh, first attack score! The cook scowls and turns back to whatever he is fiddling with. After a few moments he realises that Sanji is so caught up in what he's doing he's forgotten he's there. He can tell by his stance, the set of his shoulders and the tilt of his head.
The hunt may yet be a success! He shifts quietly, close enough to see that Sanji's kneading dough. Perfect, no accidents then. He leans forwards and presses his nose into the the back of the other mans neck, goes to wrap his arms around him when-
"Shit-Fuck you're cold!" He hisses and withdraws.
His so-called prey turns and grins, then grabs him by the belt and tugs him into a very cold, uncomfortable and unwilling embrace.
"Such is the advantage of having a walk in fridge love." A wicked cackle as one very chilly, floury hand slips in to grasp his behind.
He tries to pull it out.
"Tut-tut Ace-chan, I warned you to let me finish the bread before you tried anything."
He whines, caught solidly. The wiry blond can be oddly strong sometimes, especially when he's cold. Flame flickers off his shoulders and Sanji leans down to kiss them, heat floods him.
"Oi, you'll burn yourself."
"I'm a cook, besides, you'd never burn me."
He sighs, relaxing into the hold. Another hunt a failure. Seems like Sanji has retained his title again.
Thats right!
Date: 2008-06-02 02:06 pm (UTC)Excellent!
Hope Sanji initiates a counter attack full of win!
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Date: 2008-06-03 05:31 am (UTC)Oh, Ace. Even when you fail you're made of win.
Lovely, fun fic! And great to see Sanji win some for once, too. XD