Re: The Bar: Zoro and Sanji
"Why do you think I'm getting you good and drunk first, eh? You'll dance, and all I'll have to do is catch you." You'd think that a big, loose cashmere sweater might drape Sanji's lean frame so he'd lose all definition, but with Zoro's recent and very thorough attention, it didn't work out that way. It slid subtly as Sanji moved, a slink and slide along Sanji's torso that revealed the gape of collarbone here, the narrow glimpse of skin over a low waistband there. It was a flirt, a tease, and so soft when Zoro's calloused hands stole touches across it that the only thing he wanted to touch more than the stupid pink sweater was the smoothness of Sanji's skin. But later.