A/N: Just one of those pieces that gets written bit by bit over
time. *shrugs* I dunno, I keep trying to write for these guys,
but they hardly ever seem to work for me . . . Anyway, Sanji x
Zoro. The first thing I've finished for One Piece that went
over a hundred words and it's STILL very short. ^_^;; Ah, I am
"A Strange Emotion"
There is a bitter taste of lime on Zoro's tongue. It came from
Sanji's fingers, which now glisten with saliva where moments ago
they dripped with juice. Sanji's eyes are a strange, dark color
today. Not quite gray, but not the usual blue at all.
Zoro opens his mouth again slightly. Maybe he intends to speak.
He doesn't know- he's a little drunk. Gin. But before he can
do anything else, Sanji's other hand is pressing another piece
of lime against his lips.
"Isn't it good?" Sanji asks softly, blissfully. "I do
everything I can, but natural flavor can't be beaten."
Zoro doesn't know what to say.
It's okay, though, because Sanji doesn't really seem to be
looking for an answer.
Zoro pulls the lime into his mouth with his tongue and crushes
its soft flesh between his teeth. Sanji watches him, eyes
bright with a strange emotion. Zoro doesn't think he's ever
seen it before. Maybe something vaguely like it . . .
Something like it, but not really it at all. Something in
Kuina, maybe even in Tashigi, but not quite this something- even
though it is so, so close.
And then Sanji tastes a slice of that lime himself, closing his
eyes in pleasure as a drop of juice escapes his mouth and runs
down his chin. He moves to wipe it away, but Zoro catches the
Sanji's eyes open slowly, lazily. Questioning. Expecting?
Again, Zoro has no answer. But he leans forward until his mouth
is nearly on the other's and then licks- quickly, harshly.
The lime is harsh too, and the taste unsatisfactorily brief.
But Sanji smiles and laces their fingers together easily, and
then he kisses him. Zoro can taste lime on the other's tongue
and smell it on his skin. And he remembers that he's drunk, and
knows that he's going to be kicking himself in the morning.
But then he thinks about it and decides: right now, this is
okay. So right now, he kisses Sanji back and pushes Sanji down
and grins when Sanji grins and doesn't worry about tomorrow.
It's such a vague concept, anyway, and nothing next to this
moment that tastes like gin and lime, that is the same color as
Sanji's eyes, that stretches out as long as the other's smile.
"I think breakfast is going to be late tomorrow," Sanji murmurs
breathlessly, flirtatiously, briefly breaking the kiss.
"I think it's going to be late forever," Zoro retorts with a
smirk, and lunges down again to catch Sanji's mouth.
After that, there is nothing but the perfect taste of lime and
that strange emotion between them.
* ende *
. : tomorrow is a very good day : .