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poet_at_heart) wrote2011-03-01 10:20 pm
poet_at_heart) wrote2011-03-01 10:20 pm
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Memories are fleeting all around me...
Title: Lazy train ride home
Story: These Familiar Memories
Words: 584
Characters: Zoro and Sanji
A/N: A gift to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cybermuse01 , a late birthday present, a get-well-soon present and R.I.P. gallbladder present. I hope you like it ^^
Warm evening sun. The low sound of the train in the background. Sleepy from previous orgasms. His hand intertwined with Sanji's, their heads leaning against each other, forehead to forehead. That was one of those times Zoro wouldn't have minded if time had stopped, so that the two of them could ride the train in the sunset forever. But that wasn't possible. They had to get back, the cook to his chef training and he himself to his war.The scent of the blonde's last smoke drifted up from his mouth, adding to the relaxed atmosphere, promising everything and nothing. That cigarette had been put out just before they boarded the train together, the next one would be lit when they went their separate ways. He didn't want that.
He wanted those beds they shared on Love Hotels to be their own. He wanted to wake to Sanji's cooking, wanted to have a sparing session with him before school. He wanted to... Shit, he sounded like a woman. But still, that impossible dream laughed him in the face, so close yet so out of reach. And it bugged the hell out of him.
"Oi, eyebrow."
"Mm?" The tired mumble was followed by their foreheads rubbing together, strands of hair getting in the way and skin heating. He wanted this kind of touch more. This sleepy and warm touch which felt like home.
"Let's get an apartment of our own." Didn't matter if he had a war to attain to, he could sneak out so that the cook didn't notice. The guy slept like a clubbed ox after sex, after all.
"What? Have your brain finally gotten taken over by the moss on your head or what?" And if anyone wanted him to get a kid, he had that covered too. The feelings he had for her wasn't as strong as those for Sanji, but it would work out, she had promised to help him.
"Tch, as if. No, I'm serious, Sanji." His words were low, he uttered the blonde's name in a whisper, but he knew that he heard it. Slowly, they sat up, looking into each others' eyes. He knew Sanji had Zeff to think of, that he loved his Baratie with all the crazy chefs, but he still hoped. They could get an apartment near both Baratie and the Byakko palace, he had the contacts for that. Waiting in silence, he heard the voice in the speakers announce that they were getting closer to their stop.
He watched curled eyebrows draw together, blue eyes scanned his face and he wanted to kiss those wetted lips. But he waited. The train slowed down. The woman in the other end of the car stood up and picked up her things. When the doors opened, his blonde lover also stood up and pulled at his hand.
"Okay. Do you know any good realtor?" He tried to hide the joy he felt inside, but he couldn't help the big grin which spread over his face.
"Nope. But I'm damn sure we can find one."
Hand in hand, they got of the train and walked over the calm streets. Walked towards that corner with the tree where Zoro turned to the left, to find his way to his Emperor. But before he did that, they shared that kind of lazy kiss which was reserved for lazy Sundays at home. And soon, the kisses would be exchanged in their own home.
Story: These Familiar Memories
Words: 584
Characters: Zoro and Sanji
A/N: A gift to
cybermuse01 , a late birthday present, a get-well-soon present and R.I.P. gallbladder present. I hope you like it ^^ He wanted those beds they shared on Love Hotels to be their own. He wanted to wake to Sanji's cooking, wanted to have a sparing session with him before school. He wanted to... Shit, he sounded like a woman. But still, that impossible dream laughed him in the face, so close yet so out of reach. And it bugged the hell out of him.
"Oi, eyebrow."
"Mm?" The tired mumble was followed by their foreheads rubbing together, strands of hair getting in the way and skin heating. He wanted this kind of touch more. This sleepy and warm touch which felt like home.
"Let's get an apartment of our own." Didn't matter if he had a war to attain to, he could sneak out so that the cook didn't notice. The guy slept like a clubbed ox after sex, after all.
"What? Have your brain finally gotten taken over by the moss on your head or what?" And if anyone wanted him to get a kid, he had that covered too. The feelings he had for her wasn't as strong as those for Sanji, but it would work out, she had promised to help him.
"Tch, as if. No, I'm serious, Sanji." His words were low, he uttered the blonde's name in a whisper, but he knew that he heard it. Slowly, they sat up, looking into each others' eyes. He knew Sanji had Zeff to think of, that he loved his Baratie with all the crazy chefs, but he still hoped. They could get an apartment near both Baratie and the Byakko palace, he had the contacts for that. Waiting in silence, he heard the voice in the speakers announce that they were getting closer to their stop.
He watched curled eyebrows draw together, blue eyes scanned his face and he wanted to kiss those wetted lips. But he waited. The train slowed down. The woman in the other end of the car stood up and picked up her things. When the doors opened, his blonde lover also stood up and pulled at his hand.
"Okay. Do you know any good realtor?" He tried to hide the joy he felt inside, but he couldn't help the big grin which spread over his face.
"Nope. But I'm damn sure we can find one."
Hand in hand, they got of the train and walked over the calm streets. Walked towards that corner with the tree where Zoro turned to the left, to find his way to his Emperor. But before he did that, they shared that kind of lazy kiss which was reserved for lazy Sundays at home. And soon, the kisses would be exchanged in their own home.