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Spinel
"Stay out of that wine, idiot," I snap at him. Why's he back in here again? "Go back out and do your stupid weightlifting again."
"Why should I?" His reply isn't as much as a question as a challenge.
And I rise to that challenge. "If you don't go by yourself, I'll make you leave." I flex my leg to show exactly what I mean.
He gives me a lopsided grin, still holding the bottle of wine. "Try it." In one quick motion he uncaps the bottle and takes a swig.
Oh, that was one step too far.
"That's it!" I growl, taking a few threatening steps forward. "You're not gonna live to see tomorrow."
Taking another gulp of wine- my best wine- he taunts, "I'll last longer than you, you stupid-" My leg swinging up towards his face cuts him off. He blocks it, using the momentum to knock me off balance and grab my ankle.
Snatching hold of the counter behind me, I whip my free leg around at his stomach.
Direct hit.
He grunts in pain, letting me go. Of course, being the man that I am, I use this as an excellent distraction to go for the kill.
But, somehow, he catches me again. And this time, he knocks me to the ground.
So I'm lying here, glaring up at him, because he's got my legs pinned. There's a long silence, in which I glare and he smirks triumphantly. Damn, that smirk is annoying!
Finally, I break the quiet. "I could really use a smoke right now."
"Oh, yeah?" That smirk just grew wider! I didn't know that was physically possible. He holds up my pack of cigarettes, far beyond my reach. "Come and get 'em."
"I hate you," I growl oh-so-maturely.
"Isn't that nice?" he grins mockingly. Then he glances down at the pack in his hand. "Huh, never had one of these before…"
I bristle. "Don't you dare."
"Wonder how they taste…?" So he takes one out and lights it up. It has barely been at his lips a second before I lunge.
I move so fast, that I manage to knock him down, pinning him beneath me. Wrenching the cigarette from his mouth, I replace it with my own lips. He responds so passionately that I guess this is what he wanted.
At the moment, I honestly don't care.
He tastes so good! Like smoke, wine, and sweat. How we always end up like this, I'm not exactly sure, but I never get tired of it.
Pulling away, I snap at him, "You're so stupid, Zolo."
He grins back. "Yeah?
Well, your cigarettes taste horrible, Sanji."
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Roronoa Zolo and Sanji from One Piece
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