[ they've shared this bed too many times to count, with nami, without nami, and still sanji can't help the passage of overwhelming alarm that crawls through him, not from fear that he'll be hurt — he's past that now, and it's hard to imagine zoro hurting anyone with those stupid ears on his head — but from his own misgivings that he shouldn't be here at all. whatever is happening to him, he should go it alone. his crew needed a cook when luffy asked him to join, not the thing he's becoming now.
it was easier with nami. maybe because it feels so natural to be smitten with her, as easy as breathing. he's known since first laying eyes on her that he could love her, and does. his fears with nami are so different from this. he's afraid of her disappearing one day, of leaving again and not having the words to stop her. not being enough to make her stay. with zoro? he's just afraid. afraid to touch, afraid to even look sometimes. he's afraid of what might happen if he really, truly gives in to this.
he lies still for a long moment, focused on the tense lines of zoro's muscled frame. if he says nothing else, does nothing else, zoro will let this lie. zoro won't force him into anything. nothing will happen.
sanji snakes a hand out and snags zoro's hip, shoving downward to force zoro onto his back, so at least he's not facing away from him anymore. ]
You have to see it. [ sanji's fly is already open, his pants low on his lean hips. ] You have to touch it, so you can know if you want this anymore.
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[ they've shared this bed too many times to count, with nami, without nami, and still sanji can't help the passage of overwhelming alarm that crawls through him, not from fear that he'll be hurt — he's past that now, and it's hard to imagine zoro hurting anyone with those stupid ears on his head — but from his own misgivings that he shouldn't be here at all. whatever is happening to him, he should go it alone. his crew needed a cook when luffy asked him to join, not the thing he's becoming now.
it was easier with nami. maybe because it feels so natural to be smitten with her, as easy as breathing. he's known since first laying eyes on her that he could love her, and does. his fears with nami are so different from this. he's afraid of her disappearing one day, of leaving again and not having the words to stop her. not being enough to make her stay. with zoro? he's just afraid. afraid to touch, afraid to even look sometimes. he's afraid of what might happen if he really, truly gives in to this.
he lies still for a long moment, focused on the tense lines of zoro's muscled frame. if he says nothing else, does nothing else, zoro will let this lie. zoro won't force him into anything. nothing will happen.
sanji snakes a hand out and snags zoro's hip, shoving downward to force zoro onto his back, so at least he's not facing away from him anymore. ]
You have to see it. [ sanji's fly is already open, his pants low on his lean hips. ] You have to touch it, so you can know if you want this anymore.
[ if you want me. ]