Quiet TimeMore Like This
We never really needed words, not when we were like this. Sitting side by side in the crow's nest, companionable silence accompanied by the gentle slaps of waves against the Going Merry's hull.
On particularly frigid nights I'd climb up here after the others turned in, heavy blanket slung over my shoulder 'cause I knew you were too stubborn to bring one for yourself. You'd scowl at me, faux annoyance not quite reaching your eyes, just before I chucked the heavy wool at your stupid marimo head.
Your floundering inspired clean, pure laughter from me, the kind I rarely let others hear. I'd be on the verge of tears when you emerged, grabbing my pant leg and sending me tumbling haphazardly across your lap. Then the tables would turn as I went nose-to-nose with you and growled, your own deep chuckles pealing softly over me.
That's when you'd gather me in your strong arms as if I weighed nothing and settle me between your legs. Any anger I pretended to have melts away as I'd lean back
Wake Me Up -ZoSan-Warning: The following story contains 'Boy love'.More Like This
Zoro eased himself down next to Sanji on the futon with a relieved sigh, closing his eyes. He'd just gotten off of his late watch and was looking forward to a long rest. Though... Green eyes opened to slide lazily over the sleeping blonde. He looked so innocent. So unlike the hellion that Sanji transformed into while awake. Zoro grinned. Maybe he could use this to his advantage; there were few things he liked more than sleep, but molesting Sanji was definitely one of them.
The cook barely stirred as Zoro moved over him, fingers coaxing Sanji's chin up to capture those slack lips in a slow kiss. His other hand pushed at the light t-shirt to reveal pale flesh, creamy skin stretched over deceptively strong abs, stroking and caressing in ways the blonde would never allow while awake. Sanji responded, shifting and murmuring something incomprehensible into Zoro's mouth. The swordsman let his ha