Title: Paradise
Words: 487
Pairing: ZoSan
Rating: NC-17 (?)
A/N: inspired by this picture: 24 . media . tumblr tumblr _ m6invtNuIr1rtujn0o1_500 . jpg (Remove spaces, copy into browser and write the dot com in between the two "tumblr"s to view.)
"Well… This is not exactly the image I had of 'Escape to Paradise'…"
Sanji was certain he rarely had been as nervous as he was at that moment, as he stood there, clad in only a Hula skirt. And a short one at that, since the darn thing barely covered his thighs.
The only good thing about that particular attire was that he wasn't the only one wearing it. For Zoro, sitting in front of him on a bench that was built to look like a thick branch, had one around his waist just like his. Well, that, and that haramaki the green head just couldn't let go of…
Zoro, though, didn't seem quite as concerned with the grass skirt, leaning back against the bench with spread legs. Sanji couldn't decide if he was blushing in embarrassment because of his own almost nakedness, or due to that view he got of the other.
"What are you all fussy about?" The swordsman just grinned at him, though, as he saw the cook trying to hide himself behind his arms. "We're all alone here, so we might as well run around naked."
"We're not alone, you idiot. What about the hotel staff?" Sanji sneered.
"Don't you think they're used to honeymooners making out?" Zoro chuckled, then extended his hand towards the blond, gesturing for him to get closer. "C'mere."
Sanji gave a big sigh of surrender, and stepped closer to the other man, to sit down with him onto the bench. In no time at all, Zoro had pulled him closer, with his arms around his waist and his eyes locked with the blond's. After a bit of turning and positioning, their legs were all but tangled up, both of them half-sitting on each other's laps. Their faces were inching closer and closer as their gazes drew them together like two halves of a magnet.
"Why are you wearing that thing…?" Sanji whispered, pinching and pulling a little on Zoro's green haramaki, and his lips pursing together in a small pout. "Not fair…"
"Well, then…" The green-hair grinned a little, though his facial muscles were more or less relaxed. He just couldn't help it; he found himself mesmerized by his lover's blue eyes over and over again. "Why don't you take it off me…?" He offered, whispering the words to Sanji's lips.
In response, the cook's hands slid up on Zoro's chest, just to touch him more, and then down again until his fingers fell onto the belly warmer. After a little more stroking, he slowly started to pull the garment down on the swordsman's stomach, while their lips finally met, tasting each other with passion.
Duing the few days they would be spending in that tropical hotel, they would be free to show affection however they liked, free of restrictions. What was true Paradise if not that?