Waiting... waiting...
Title: Rules are made for breaking
Rating: PG for implied yaoi
Media: fic
Pairing: Zoro / Sanji
Word Count: 294
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of the characters from it
Prompt: waiting…
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The rule: no sex in the kitchen. It was a great idea, except for one thing: Zoro was not very good at waiting.
The larder was just big enough if they both stood up... there was a bit of banging as they struggled to dress but on the whole, it worked.
Until today.
In the middle of the kitchen floor in a pile of wrappers and skins sat Luffy, his swollen stomach resting on the ground between his outstretched legs. He pulled his hand from his gob with a loud ‘pop’ and blinked up at the cook and the swordsman.
He smiled.
Sanji felt the blood rising to the surface of his skin; gradually turning his twitching features crimson.
“I was bored,” Luffy explained. “I was waiting,”
Sanji’s fingers curled.
“You guys are really loud, you know,” Luffy nodded.
The cook began to creep forward.
“I found a snack so it’s ok. Anyway, gotta go…”
Sanji lunged and clutched air. Luffy ran out the door, bounced off the mast, rebounded into the deck, gathered up his mess of limbs and bolted.
Sanji leapt after him, slipped on a pile of tangerine peel and tumbled. He secured a handhold at the last second; just keeping his bespoke suit from the pile of filth that was now his kitchen.
Zoro clutched at his stomach and gasped for air.
“Don’t just laugh asshole, help me up! If I let go I’ll fall!” Sanji raged at 45 degrees.
Finally, the swordsman composed himself and reached out a strong arm, flipping the spluttering cook back onto his feet.
Ah Luffy… It cost Zoro his meat ration for a month but Luffy’s performance was worth every tender mouthful.
No sex in the kitchen!
Life’s too short for rules like that.
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Rating: PG for implied yaoi
Media: fic
Pairing: Zoro / Sanji
Word Count: 294
Disclaimer: I do not own One Piece or any of the characters from it
Prompt: waiting…
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The rule: no sex in the kitchen. It was a great idea, except for one thing: Zoro was not very good at waiting.
The larder was just big enough if they both stood up... there was a bit of banging as they struggled to dress but on the whole, it worked.
Until today.
In the middle of the kitchen floor in a pile of wrappers and skins sat Luffy, his swollen stomach resting on the ground between his outstretched legs. He pulled his hand from his gob with a loud ‘pop’ and blinked up at the cook and the swordsman.
He smiled.
Sanji felt the blood rising to the surface of his skin; gradually turning his twitching features crimson.
“I was bored,” Luffy explained. “I was waiting,”
Sanji’s fingers curled.
“You guys are really loud, you know,” Luffy nodded.
The cook began to creep forward.
“I found a snack so it’s ok. Anyway, gotta go…”
Sanji lunged and clutched air. Luffy ran out the door, bounced off the mast, rebounded into the deck, gathered up his mess of limbs and bolted.
Sanji leapt after him, slipped on a pile of tangerine peel and tumbled. He secured a handhold at the last second; just keeping his bespoke suit from the pile of filth that was now his kitchen.
Zoro clutched at his stomach and gasped for air.
“Don’t just laugh asshole, help me up! If I let go I’ll fall!” Sanji raged at 45 degrees.
Finally, the swordsman composed himself and reached out a strong arm, flipping the spluttering cook back onto his feet.
Ah Luffy… It cost Zoro his meat ration for a month but Luffy’s performance was worth every tender mouthful.
No sex in the kitchen!
Life’s too short for rules like that.
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