100Moods--Tea Time
Title: Tea Time
Pairing: Sanji x Kalifa
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Warnings: Spoilers for Enies Lobby.
x-posted to
100moods
Sanji doesn’t remember why he’s here and, at the moment, he’s so happy that he really doesn’t care. The beautiful woman across the table is smiling at him and all he can focus on is how full her lips are and how he could lose himself forever, kissing her.
Kalifa’s mouth quirks upwards even more when she notices the obvious direction of his stare. Men, she thinks with amusement, are far too easy.
Sanji knows he isn’t supposed to be sitting here. He knows he isn’t supposed to be exploring the depths of her enticing and hooded eyes or the fishnet-covered view he has of her oh-so-appealing cleavage. He knows there’s something, something he is supposed to be doing, but damn, she’s gorgeous.
Kalifa believes this is the most relaxed she’s ever been with an opponent. If she hadn’t been ordered to kill him, she might’ve wanted to take him home.
Sanji can almost remember. He can see things and hear things, in his mind. He can see a yellow and red mask shaking at him in reprimand. He can see antlers quivering and eyes filling to the brim with tears. He can hear something green and angry yelling, what the hell are you doing, dumbass?! He can hear something beautiful and frustrated, calling him idiot. He can see eyes of disappointment from under the shadow of a brim of a straw hat. He can see long, dark hair and eyes swimming with pain and hope. He can hear a woman saying she wants to live.
Kalifa shifts as the tea finishes brewing. She starts to move, but he beats her to it, taking the pot and gingerly pouring the hot liquid into her cup. She touches his arm when he starts to pull away, the contact sensual and provocative.
“The key,” she reminds him. She likes him now, but she knows she’ll like him more when he’s bloodied at her feet.
“Key?” He repeats, dumbstruck by her touch. Key, key, key, key, he’s so close to remembering, yes, the key…
“Yes, the key.” She strokes her fingers along his sleeve and decides she wants to play a little bit longer. “You already have it, you know. The key…” Her fingers travel up his arm and over his shoulder, to trace lightly at his chin. “…to my heart.”
Sanji forgets his own name.
Kalifa knows she’s already won this fight.
Pairing: Sanji x Kalifa
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Warnings: Spoilers for Enies Lobby.
x-posted to
100moods
Sanji doesn’t remember why he’s here and, at the moment, he’s so happy that he really doesn’t care. The beautiful woman across the table is smiling at him and all he can focus on is how full her lips are and how he could lose himself forever, kissing her.
Kalifa’s mouth quirks upwards even more when she notices the obvious direction of his stare. Men, she thinks with amusement, are far too easy.
Sanji knows he isn’t supposed to be sitting here. He knows he isn’t supposed to be exploring the depths of her enticing and hooded eyes or the fishnet-covered view he has of her oh-so-appealing cleavage. He knows there’s something, something he is supposed to be doing, but damn, she’s gorgeous.
Kalifa believes this is the most relaxed she’s ever been with an opponent. If she hadn’t been ordered to kill him, she might’ve wanted to take him home.
Sanji can almost remember. He can see things and hear things, in his mind. He can see a yellow and red mask shaking at him in reprimand. He can see antlers quivering and eyes filling to the brim with tears. He can hear something green and angry yelling, what the hell are you doing, dumbass?! He can hear something beautiful and frustrated, calling him idiot. He can see eyes of disappointment from under the shadow of a brim of a straw hat. He can see long, dark hair and eyes swimming with pain and hope. He can hear a woman saying she wants to live.
Kalifa shifts as the tea finishes brewing. She starts to move, but he beats her to it, taking the pot and gingerly pouring the hot liquid into her cup. She touches his arm when he starts to pull away, the contact sensual and provocative.
“The key,” she reminds him. She likes him now, but she knows she’ll like him more when he’s bloodied at her feet.
“Key?” He repeats, dumbstruck by her touch. Key, key, key, key, he’s so close to remembering, yes, the key…
“Yes, the key.” She strokes her fingers along his sleeve and decides she wants to play a little bit longer. “You already have it, you know. The key…” Her fingers travel up his arm and over his shoulder, to trace lightly at his chin. “…to my heart.”
Sanji forgets his own name.
Kalifa knows she’s already won this fight.