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A/N: Hey. Remember me? Did I make this joke before? Haha. This was hastily written... so yeah. :)
- The Only Place -
The only place was the crow's nest. The one place they could pretend that all was perfect. That room that mostly smelt of his hard-earned sweat, the place where they could so easily be interrupted by a cheery captain or any crew member. It didn't even have a door. They had no real privacy on that ship, and that was the best place; the only place.
He spread her hair out on the floor as they slowly worked themselves to a frenzy with light kisses, whispers, and exploring hands. Her moans beneath his ministrations; it was the one sound he ever longed to hear. That, beside a giggle as he made her laugh with a deliberate tickle. Their playfulness was reserved for that room alone. High above the ship, they were nothing more than lovers; partners. Below, among the crew, they found things they disagreed on, things that kept them apart. Little things that seemed important enough. They walked two paths - one travelled too often.
But, when in that place, it was all about the give and take. The sliding of damp skin over damp skin. The urgent thrusts. When she playfully bit on her lip and smiled even as she struggled to keep her eyes open, just to show him her drunken pleasure. She knew how to tease him. "Oh," she would say, and he would wait to hear it. "Oh," she would say again, gasping or moaning, making his hunger drag out. Finally, "Oh Zoro." He would hear it, and he would thrust harder, partly as a reward; mostly out of triumph.
Their eyes would speak words they never would. Why can't I get along with you? Why can't I get enough of you? The answers would come during the height of their coupling and after their pleasure had been spent. The climax would have them see each other clearly. Unaffected by harsh words uttered in the past; inconsiderate name-calling or accusations. Emotions were pushed to the forefront where they rarely appeared, and made them cry out loudly, the truth uttered in passionate moans and gasps instead of words. After, when their exhausted bodies could be separated, their minds would clear and the realities would take precedence once more. Who they were, what they thought of each other, and what they wanted. He had his dreams, she had hers. He had his honour, she had her shortcuts. He was an arrogant jerk; she was a cold-blooded manipulator. And that's where it all would settle as they stilled.
It couldn't work. But it did. Only when they let it. And they would let it again, and again, and again...
In that one place.
The truth was always there, they just had their way of finding it.
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A/N: Not much but it's something as I still try to get my ZoNa groove back. I've really been running from this pairing and I'm glad I did because it might have helped. Who knows. While I've been dead in the water with my ZoNa writing, I appreciated the occasional review that came through. It was nice to hear from my fellow ZoNa lovers while I was running. Thanks:)
So, I may have a chapter of HWA coming out soon. I'm in that eeny meeny miny moe faze again. Throwing out words and putting them in. The chapter is over 12000 words long. You'll have to read really slow because I don't know when the next one will be out. Hey, I'm trying lol.
Till then. :)