One Piece still ain't mine.
Sleepy Contemplations, rated PG. Zoro POV
Sleeping, Sanji is beautiful. There is no other way to describe him.
He's laying sprawled across the futon next to me, soft blue t-shirt riding up to reveal the pale expanse of his abdomen almost teasingly. Moonlight shines pearlescently through a porthole to illuminate the well-chiseled muscles hiding just under the skin of his stomach. Steel deceptively sheathed in silk.
Just below the hollow of his navel feather faint wisps of blonde hair, trailing down below the waistband of low-slung boxers. I know from memory how soft those hairs were; knew the soft sounds Sanji would make if I traced their path like this. Yeah. Those sounds.
And if I run my fingers over his belly long enough, that funny curled eyebrow of his twitches. So I play, running my fingertips up and down that sensitive trail until it does. Oh, and his leg kinda kicks out too. Can't forget that.
What next? Hmmm, that blonde hair. The moonlight washes it out until it shines a luminous silver. I brush it back to reveal the left side of his face. The side he lets only me see. For some reason he's ashamed of the blindness that hair hides, the milky blue orb that testifies to an accident in his early days. Something to do with his mother. But the rest of the story he keeps as hidden as that eye, and I respect his silence; we all have our demons. My fingers glide gently over the matching curly eyebrow before tracing the upper ridge of his cheekbone. His face is too perfect to keep hidden, I tell him, but he always smiles bitterly and waves me off. It's the truth, though.
No exploration of Sanji's face is complete without contemplating his lips. Soft, firm, and oh-so-kissable. They were what first drew me to him, always twisted in a sneer, a goofy grin, or wrapped around a cigarette. The first time I'd stolen a kiss, tasted that alluring combination of nicotine and spice... Mmmm. Remembering makes me want that flavor on my lips again. I lean over and press my mouth to his, teasing the sleep-slack lips with my tongue. There it is, that taste.
And suddenly those lips aren't slack and he's sleepily responding, supple tongue prodding mine in return. I draw back to focus on his face, staring into drowsy azure eyes. His mouth quirks in a soft smile.
Sleeping, Sanji is beautiful. Sleep-tousled and smiling, he's downright sexy.
So I drop my head to taste him again.
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