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estoria2015-11-26 01:57 pm
serving_love) wrote in estoria2015-11-26 01:57 pm
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Who: Sanji (serving_love) & Zoro (yourotherleft)
When: 4/12.
Where: Their apartment.
What: Oh, you know. Event things.
Rating/Warning: Well. There might be some erotica books involved, but fuck knows how that will go... (Spoilers: ridiculous. Ridiculous is how it will go.)
[Welp, Sanji felt that pull to go to the shitty library out of nowhere, same as everyone else! But since he had some free time on his hands, it's not like it even occurred to him to question it. Besides, a huge place like that with all those books was sure to have something interesting regarding the culinary side of this planet. Maybe he'd be able to find a good cookbook or two and get to know more about the local recipes here?
Such were the completely pure and innocent thoughts that bounced around Sanji's head as he wandered through the aisles, eyes casually scanning the shelves as he waited for something to jump out at him. How he COMPLETELY ACCIDENTALLY ended up walking down an ~Adult~ row is a total mystery. And he definitely didn't mean to reach for that book with the busty blonde on the cover, or the one with the voluptuous redhead giving the reader a sultry look.
And he has no idea how he ended up walking back to the apartment with an armful of such books. But they're not all explicitly naughty, at least! There's a couple that are just fluffy romance, with dashing young men on the covers, windswept and shirtless as the heroine of the story clings to them.
Hell, Sanji actually did manage to find some books about cooking, too.
He drops his load onto the coffee table once he's back home, shrugging out of his suit coat and snickering to himself as a beautiful brunette stares up at him with a smoldering gaze, hands running over the sword in her grasp in a positively suggestive manner.
That one...he did not pick up for himself.]
Oi, marimo! Got something for ya.
serving_love) & Zoro (yourotherleft)When: 4/12.
Where: Their apartment.
What: Oh, you know. Event things.
Rating/Warning: Well. There might be some erotica books involved, but fuck knows how that will go... (Spoilers: ridiculous. Ridiculous is how it will go.)
[Welp, Sanji felt that pull to go to the shitty library out of nowhere, same as everyone else! But since he had some free time on his hands, it's not like it even occurred to him to question it. Besides, a huge place like that with all those books was sure to have something interesting regarding the culinary side of this planet. Maybe he'd be able to find a good cookbook or two and get to know more about the local recipes here?
Such were the completely pure and innocent thoughts that bounced around Sanji's head as he wandered through the aisles, eyes casually scanning the shelves as he waited for something to jump out at him. How he COMPLETELY ACCIDENTALLY ended up walking down an ~Adult~ row is a total mystery. And he definitely didn't mean to reach for that book with the busty blonde on the cover, or the one with the voluptuous redhead giving the reader a sultry look.
And he has no idea how he ended up walking back to the apartment with an armful of such books. But they're not all explicitly naughty, at least! There's a couple that are just fluffy romance, with dashing young men on the covers, windswept and shirtless as the heroine of the story clings to them.
Hell, Sanji actually did manage to find some books about cooking, too.
He drops his load onto the coffee table once he's back home, shrugging out of his suit coat and snickering to himself as a beautiful brunette stares up at him with a smoldering gaze, hands running over the sword in her grasp in a positively suggestive manner.
That one...he did not pick up for himself.]
Oi, marimo! Got something for ya.
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There is a lot that just happened and he's not going to forget it. Not when that long-disused yet present part of him has finally awakened, buried ideas have resurfaced, and he doesn't know the difference between what this place was making him do and what his subconscious actually wanted to do. If it was the books...were they only controlling his hands, or his feelings as well? Are his desires truly his?
There's no way to know until he can be sure that he can keep his hands to himself of his own free will, that he has full control of himself again, and then, only then, can he think about what he wants. Whether to leave it be, or dig up one of those buried ideas and see if he can make anything of it. If, in the cold light of day, he can look at the cook and still feel that need, then...maybe.
Maybe someday.]