Fandom: One Piece
Tags: Angst, drabble
Word count: 237
Pairing: Zoro x Sanji
Disclaimer: No, One Piece is not mine, just in case anyone was confused.
Goodbyes are short, comparatively speaking.
It had taken them weeks, months, to fall together. A year in passing and two in separation - that was how long it had been until it was natural; the folding of arms and tangled thighs and heavy breaths ofyes, right there.
(There is a saying: absence makes the heart grow fonder. With them, the adage would go something like took three years to find out what I wanted, marimo, now hurry the fuck up and kiss me before I change my mind.)
It had taken them three years and fifteen minutes before smoke had mingled with sweat near that damn sliced boat and after it was all over Sanji had stroked that golden skin that went on for miles and miles and miles and thought finally.
So infinite. Time had seemed so infinite then.
The cook throws his cigarette and brings his mouth down hard on Zoro's unmoving mouth, tasting the rust from his blood and the salt from his sweat, and when he's dragged away from the enemy ship he still has the taste in his mouth and won't open it for anything.
Sanji blinks, and the ship is down under and he can't see Zoro anymore and the whole thing takes three minutes, at best.
I didn't get to say goodbye, he thinks, but it's too late now because he only had three minutes when he thought he'd had eternity.