Play List Challenge -- "Morning Glow" (One Piece, Zoro x Sanji)
Title: When the Perfect Night is Over
Song Prompt: “Morning Glow” - Pippin soundtrack
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Rating: PG-13
Sanji used to dream about those nights. Nights of passion, overly consuming heat, and even-as childish as it may seem-magic. He yearned for them, almost deluded himself into expecting them with each woman he took to bed. Their “come-hither” smiles made his heart trip, the heat in their eyes and the soft wetness of their kisses left him feeling light-headed. Their time together was always good-always-but never great. Never wonderful. Never magical. Always simply good, and always the same. He would fall asleep fairly content, but hopeful, and woke up in the morning feeling dumb, defeated, disappointed. And with the next port, the next town, the next woman, it happened all over again.
He was beginning to think that the nights he dreamed of didn’t really exist.
And then it happened.
It was on the ship, the place Sanji least expected to have such an encounter. They were celebrating their victory over a particularly pesky group of marines. He’d refrained from drinking, but was still feeling the buzz from the fight and the party atmosphere-the cheers and laughter, his crewmates’ loud and off-key singing, the general feeling of companionship and happiness-was making him giddy.
He was turning in before the others-he had breakfast to make in the morning-and was intercepted before he even reached the men’s quarters. He was pushed against the wall, his mouth plundered, devoured, before he could even breathe. He didn’t resist. The rush had him far too gone. He uttered no protest, delivered no fighting kicks, even as he was backed into the room and pushed onto the couch and a heavy, hot weight encompassed him.
It was unexpected and more than a little bizarre. And it was completely, utterly perfect.
He fell asleep with their limbs entangled and their chests pressed together in a way that allowed him to feel each pulse of the swordsman’s heart against his own. The night had been so good-no, great-that he almost dreaded the coming of the morning. He didn’t want to wake and find that it had all been some mistake, some nasty trick played on him by hormones. He didn’t want to wake with regret and disgust, on his part or Zoro’s. He didn’t want to wake and find everything shattered.
When he did wake, it was to find three pairs of wide, curious eyes staring at him. Chopper and Usopp made some sound between a squeak and yelp. Luffy poked him and asked why he and Zoro were naked, and if the funny marks on their necks and chests meant they were attacked by a swarm of mystery bugs. He heard Zoro groan and tell them to go away, and then he was pulled closer to that bronze body and kissed lightly on his head. Chopper and Usopp made that noise again and scurried away; Luffy laughed and followed.
That was all. There was no awkward moment of realization, no drama or denial. Zoro didn’t speak-Sanji wasn’t sure he could-and they just laid there in unspoken acceptance, contentment, until Luffy called down that he was hungry and wanted breakfast.
All in all, it was much better than anything Sanji had ever dreamed.
Song Prompt: “Morning Glow” - Pippin soundtrack
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Rating: PG-13
Sanji used to dream about those nights. Nights of passion, overly consuming heat, and even-as childish as it may seem-magic. He yearned for them, almost deluded himself into expecting them with each woman he took to bed. Their “come-hither” smiles made his heart trip, the heat in their eyes and the soft wetness of their kisses left him feeling light-headed. Their time together was always good-always-but never great. Never wonderful. Never magical. Always simply good, and always the same. He would fall asleep fairly content, but hopeful, and woke up in the morning feeling dumb, defeated, disappointed. And with the next port, the next town, the next woman, it happened all over again.
He was beginning to think that the nights he dreamed of didn’t really exist.
And then it happened.
It was on the ship, the place Sanji least expected to have such an encounter. They were celebrating their victory over a particularly pesky group of marines. He’d refrained from drinking, but was still feeling the buzz from the fight and the party atmosphere-the cheers and laughter, his crewmates’ loud and off-key singing, the general feeling of companionship and happiness-was making him giddy.
He was turning in before the others-he had breakfast to make in the morning-and was intercepted before he even reached the men’s quarters. He was pushed against the wall, his mouth plundered, devoured, before he could even breathe. He didn’t resist. The rush had him far too gone. He uttered no protest, delivered no fighting kicks, even as he was backed into the room and pushed onto the couch and a heavy, hot weight encompassed him.
It was unexpected and more than a little bizarre. And it was completely, utterly perfect.
He fell asleep with their limbs entangled and their chests pressed together in a way that allowed him to feel each pulse of the swordsman’s heart against his own. The night had been so good-no, great-that he almost dreaded the coming of the morning. He didn’t want to wake and find that it had all been some mistake, some nasty trick played on him by hormones. He didn’t want to wake with regret and disgust, on his part or Zoro’s. He didn’t want to wake and find everything shattered.
When he did wake, it was to find three pairs of wide, curious eyes staring at him. Chopper and Usopp made some sound between a squeak and yelp. Luffy poked him and asked why he and Zoro were naked, and if the funny marks on their necks and chests meant they were attacked by a swarm of mystery bugs. He heard Zoro groan and tell them to go away, and then he was pulled closer to that bronze body and kissed lightly on his head. Chopper and Usopp made that noise again and scurried away; Luffy laughed and followed.
That was all. There was no awkward moment of realization, no drama or denial. Zoro didn’t speak-Sanji wasn’t sure he could-and they just laid there in unspoken acceptance, contentment, until Luffy called down that he was hungry and wanted breakfast.
All in all, it was much better than anything Sanji had ever dreamed.