[One Piece: Zoro/Sanji] Prompt: Contradiction
Title: Midnight Watch
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji
Prompt: 25-Contradiction
Word Count: 339
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Alone at night, they do things they can’t do during the day.
Zoro wakes up three minutes after Sanji’s midnight watch starts and finds him alone in the Crow’s Nest. He joins him on the bench, yawns as the cook lights a new cigarette. They’re silent, mostly, like they’re making up for all the insults they hurled at each other during the day.
That’s what nights like these are for. Some kind of reassurance that they can be together and they don’t have to fight, that they aren’t some kind of dysfunctional couple. Zoro makes sure to take advantage of this time, to do things he can’t do in the daylight when everyone is around or marines are attacking or they are just too busy or too annoyed with each other.
He holds Sanji’s hands, which always, always, makes the cook blush. Like it’s something far more intimate than a handjob in the bathhouse. And he supposes it is, considering how precious his hands are. He studies them, the scars on his thumb that mar the otherwise flawless skin. He traces the lines of his palms with a fingertip and marvels at the slight tremble of Sanji’s hands. The power of these touches, soft and gentle and so unlike them, never ceases to amaze him.
Mostly, though, he spends the time kissing him. Fingers first, then the backs of his hands, then wrists. He moves to his chin and Sanji clears his throat, feeling embarrassed. Zoro, depending on his mood, either chuckles or murmurs something encouraging; tonight, he whispers, “Get that cigarette out of your mouth.”
Instead of a snappy retort (“don’t tell me what to do, shithead”), Sanji takes his cigarette and holds it aside. He keeps his lips parted, so the kiss, though slow, is deep and probing. Zoro commits everything about their kisses to memory. The smoky taste. The quiet moans that he swallows. The way his entire body goes warm and tight. He remembers everything just in case.
Just in case they get carried away sometime, during the day, and they don’t have another night like this one.
Fandom: One Piece
Characters: Zoro x Sanji
Prompt: 25-Contradiction
Word Count: 339
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: None
Summary: Alone at night, they do things they can’t do during the day.
Zoro wakes up three minutes after Sanji’s midnight watch starts and finds him alone in the Crow’s Nest. He joins him on the bench, yawns as the cook lights a new cigarette. They’re silent, mostly, like they’re making up for all the insults they hurled at each other during the day.
That’s what nights like these are for. Some kind of reassurance that they can be together and they don’t have to fight, that they aren’t some kind of dysfunctional couple. Zoro makes sure to take advantage of this time, to do things he can’t do in the daylight when everyone is around or marines are attacking or they are just too busy or too annoyed with each other.
He holds Sanji’s hands, which always, always, makes the cook blush. Like it’s something far more intimate than a handjob in the bathhouse. And he supposes it is, considering how precious his hands are. He studies them, the scars on his thumb that mar the otherwise flawless skin. He traces the lines of his palms with a fingertip and marvels at the slight tremble of Sanji’s hands. The power of these touches, soft and gentle and so unlike them, never ceases to amaze him.
Mostly, though, he spends the time kissing him. Fingers first, then the backs of his hands, then wrists. He moves to his chin and Sanji clears his throat, feeling embarrassed. Zoro, depending on his mood, either chuckles or murmurs something encouraging; tonight, he whispers, “Get that cigarette out of your mouth.”
Instead of a snappy retort (“don’t tell me what to do, shithead”), Sanji takes his cigarette and holds it aside. He keeps his lips parted, so the kiss, though slow, is deep and probing. Zoro commits everything about their kisses to memory. The smoky taste. The quiet moans that he swallows. The way his entire body goes warm and tight. He remembers everything just in case.
Just in case they get carried away sometime, during the day, and they don’t have another night like this one.