This was written back in Apr. 25th, 2007 and posted in my lj. Never realized that I never posted this here. Kinda weird, considering that this was written between the first 2 installments of Lie to Me. 8O
Anyway, enjoy.
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Apr. 25th, 2007
It's almost 4 in the morning (when i started auto-typing). It's the day after my last exam (which was 7-10 in the evening the day before)
Hurrah for the momentary bliss of vacation.
And my sorry excuse of a drabble.
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Title: Love like.
Word Count: 242
Pairing: Sanji/random girl (he wishes), ZoSan
Rating: PG13
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Love like.
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Love, like the pretty ladies dancing with dainty feet and silk gowns.
Love, like the blushing smiles and fleeting glances as you pass them by.
Love, like the drunken encounter with a willing body after the party, flirting and filled with the promise of a good morning-after.
Love, when you dazedly follow her to her room only to be stabbed and left for dead on the untouched bed.
Love, when you wake up to the smell of the sea and antiseptics because, Chopper quietly says, there was no reason left to linger on that 'dangerous' island.
Love, when after a week of bed rest, bitter medicine, and Nami's cooking, you return to your beloved kitchen acting like you weren't stabbed by a whore (and who's to know the truth anyway?)
Love—that moment the shitty swordsman barges into your galley, grabs you and roughly pins you to the wall as he shuts you up with a deep kiss—all heat and tongue—and a calloused hand tugs your shirt free of your pants and feels the fading scar above your bellybutton.
Love; as the bastard pulls away, walks away, leaving you a breathless mass of heated flesh and melted bone, sliding down the wall to the cool wooden floor.
Love: so unlike the pretty faces and flirting touches of the week before—this blade never drawn.
Love. And you know for a fact that you'll need to get him back for that.
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