Everything's gotta start somewhere...
Jun. 16th, 2008 09:24 pmTitle: Not Necessary
Topic: First Person Narrative/Perspective
Word Count: 300
Rating: R (for implications)
Pairing: Zoro and Sanji, Zoro POV
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Excuse: Still not quite sure what to make of this one, really. Also, I'm supposed to be writing an entirely different piece of smut. Whoops? That said, this isn't the first time I've been assaulted by an angsty cliche disguised as a plot-squirrel, and it probably won't be the last. Last time it led to a lot more story and a lot more smut, though. Hmm. Sorry?
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"Hey," he breaks the silence tentatively, kicking lightly at my leg for attention. "You remember the first time?"
I do, as clear as living it over. We were fighting, nothing new. Then, instead of shoving back out of a bind, he stepped forwards. There was a hand on my balls and three fingers between my lips, the distant sound of swords hitting grass, and him mumbling something about winning this one and not freaking out Chopper. He'd never fought like that before.
I wasn't sure what to make of it all at first. It was a whirl of confusion, sharp bright movement, biting euphoria, and adrenaline-high joy. He never really asked, but then, I never bothered to stop him, either.
I think I'm the one that lunged up to grab his face and kiss him first, but maybe that doesn't count because he'd already left a string of hickeys up my shoulder by then. It seemed like the thing to do so as not to be screaming out victory and defeat for the world to hear.
I've lost count of how many fights we've settled that way, now. And of how many times we didn't even bother with the fighting first, or, like this time, that we started without any plan other than unhurried bliss.
He's waiting, so I swallow down the thick emotions that memory always brings and nod, "Yeah."
"Hmm," he sighs, regretful, and then starts, "I'm sor--"
"Don't be," I interrupt. "I'm not. This is us, remember?"
He stares at me for a moment, then rolls his eyes and pulls himself out from underneath to sit halfway upright. Me? I roll in a little more and bury my nose in blond curls, breathe deep and sigh happily. He makes that smirking noise, and reaches for his lighter.
Topic: First Person Narrative/Perspective
Word Count: 300
Rating: R (for implications)
Pairing: Zoro and Sanji, Zoro POV
Disclaimer: Characters and setting? Not mine. Probably just as well. Here, have them back...
Excuse: Still not quite sure what to make of this one, really. Also, I'm supposed to be writing an entirely different piece of smut. Whoops? That said, this isn't the first time I've been assaulted by an angsty cliche disguised as a plot-squirrel, and it probably won't be the last. Last time it led to a lot more story and a lot more smut, though. Hmm. Sorry?
~~~
"Hey," he breaks the silence tentatively, kicking lightly at my leg for attention. "You remember the first time?"
I do, as clear as living it over. We were fighting, nothing new. Then, instead of shoving back out of a bind, he stepped forwards. There was a hand on my balls and three fingers between my lips, the distant sound of swords hitting grass, and him mumbling something about winning this one and not freaking out Chopper. He'd never fought like that before.
I wasn't sure what to make of it all at first. It was a whirl of confusion, sharp bright movement, biting euphoria, and adrenaline-high joy. He never really asked, but then, I never bothered to stop him, either.
I think I'm the one that lunged up to grab his face and kiss him first, but maybe that doesn't count because he'd already left a string of hickeys up my shoulder by then. It seemed like the thing to do so as not to be screaming out victory and defeat for the world to hear.
I've lost count of how many fights we've settled that way, now. And of how many times we didn't even bother with the fighting first, or, like this time, that we started without any plan other than unhurried bliss.
He's waiting, so I swallow down the thick emotions that memory always brings and nod, "Yeah."
"Hmm," he sighs, regretful, and then starts, "I'm sor--"
"Don't be," I interrupt. "I'm not. This is us, remember?"
He stares at me for a moment, then rolls his eyes and pulls himself out from underneath to sit halfway upright. Me? I roll in a little more and bury my nose in blond curls, breathe deep and sigh happily. He makes that smirking noise, and reaches for his lighter.
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Date: 2008-06-17 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-17 12:27 pm (UTC)Glad you liked, regardless! :)
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Date: 2008-06-17 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-17 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-17 01:02 pm (UTC)It was a whirl of confusion, sharp bright movement, biting euphoria, and adrenaline-high joy.
That's my favourite line <33
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Date: 2008-06-17 10:15 pm (UTC)It's nice to have spaces to fill in sometimes. :) Glad you liked, and thanks; I'm glad that line works for you!
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Date: 2008-06-17 01:55 pm (UTC)*sparkles* ♥ darling, fabulous! Gotta love post-fight euphoria :3
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Date: 2008-06-17 10:05 pm (UTC)♥s back!
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Date: 2008-06-17 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-17 10:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-17 06:03 pm (UTC)And of how many times we didn't even bother with the fighting first
I like that part.
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Date: 2008-06-17 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-17 11:41 pm (UTC)This is sweet. Makes me all smilely.
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Date: 2008-06-18 01:11 am (UTC)no subject
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