[Chokes on nothing as Zoro's hands land on his thighs, because that is just dangerously close to other shit that Zoro has no business being anywhere near. Holy fuck. Sanji's eyes go wide, a twinge of panic curling in his chest as Zoro's head thumps against it.]
You can say shit like that all you want but it ain't doing any fuckin' good!
[He lifts a hand from Zoro's arm and knows immediately that it's going to bury itself in Zoro's hair again, for what he doesn't know, and he's pretty sure he doesn't want to think about what his body might try to coax Zoro into doing. Instead, with every ounce of willpower he possesses he manages to catch himself before his hand lands and instead throws his arm above his own head, bending backwards as he does so that his torso arches in a way that is probably provocative enough to satisfy whatever the fuck the book is urging them to do. It's a weird position, but it allows him to reach the coffee table in any case...even if it does mean Zoro's hovering somewhere over his stomach now.
Sanji grits his teeth and tries to ignore how his hips roll into Zoro's touch.]
Look, if you're gonna be groping around down there, you wanna try to get my lighter outta my pocket?
[Because he's got two of the books in his grasp now and if burning the damn things might actually end this shit, then so be it.
Failing that, he can still read like this, at least. If it turns out they DO have to finish one of the scenes.]
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You can say shit like that all you want but it ain't doing any fuckin' good!
[He lifts a hand from Zoro's arm and knows immediately that it's going to bury itself in Zoro's hair again, for what he doesn't know, and he's pretty sure he doesn't want to think about what his body might try to coax Zoro into doing. Instead, with every ounce of willpower he possesses he manages to catch himself before his hand lands and instead throws his arm above his own head, bending backwards as he does so that his torso arches in a way that is probably provocative enough to satisfy whatever the fuck the book is urging them to do. It's a weird position, but it allows him to reach the coffee table in any case...even if it does mean Zoro's hovering somewhere over his stomach now.
Sanji grits his teeth and tries to ignore how his hips roll into Zoro's touch.]
Look, if you're gonna be groping around down there, you wanna try to get my lighter outta my pocket?
[Because he's got two of the books in his grasp now and if burning the damn things might actually end this shit, then so be it.
Failing that, he can still read like this, at least. If it turns out they DO have to finish one of the scenes.]