One Piece - Zoro/Luffy - PG-13? - Can't Get You Alone Title: Can't Get You Alone Author: Emily (lightningrapier) Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Zoro-->Luffy Rating: PG-13? Warnings: Unfulfilled LUST! But there's hope at the end. Maybe. Summary: Zoro needs Luffy. Luffy needs bananas. Disclaimer: Eiichiro Oda owns One Piece, and therefore is my god. Notes: First-person, from the perspective of Roronoah Zoro. Takes place sometime between Skypiea and Water 7, though if you haven't read the manga, this could fit in the anime timeline as being somewhere between Alabasta and the Rainbow Mist arc. Joy. There really aren't any spoilers, though. Also, x-posted at temps_mort on LJ for their "Frustrated Lust" challenge.
Originally posted at LJ on May 18, 2005. Moved over because SixApart are fucking whores. :D
He's so goddamn naive that it's starting to kill me.
I should have known that Luffy would be impossible to get alone. Every time I try, something seems to come up. It's always Sanji's fucking call of "lunch time!" or Nami's yell that Luffy made a huge mess somewhere and to get his ass on deck and clean it up, or Usopp wanting to show him something he's made. I'm starting to get the idea that the entire goddamn world is against me.
And in those few precious moments where I can get him alone... I don't even have the time, I don't even have the ability to begin to tell him what I need from him. It's hard enough, trying to put it into words Luffy can understand. It's hard enough, trying to explain love and desire and need to someone so juvenile in the mind. But it's not the words I have trouble with. No, I've had plenty of time to plan those out. They've been coming together in the back of my mind for weeks now, and, in my subconsciousness of sleep, I've practiced them, over and over, dreamlike, surreal.
But that's all it is... a dream. And in a dream, I can never feel the air getting warmer around me, or see the way his eyes are looking curiously into mine, or feel my own body getting tight with a need to feel him close to me.
We've kissed, before. That's nothing new. But he's so chaste and innocent and he pulls back just as I'm finding myself wanting more. I want to feel his moan in my mouth, his skin against my own, I want our sweat to mix and I want him to surrender himself to being completely mine.
It's with these lingering thoughts that I finally, finally manage to find him in the storage room, digging though boxes as I was going down to grab my weights and train this ache away. He's there, and he's alone, and the way he looks up to see me as I walk in, using those wide, curious eyes again, makes me wish this door had a damn lock.
"Hi, Zoro!" he calls, lifting an arm in a wave and grinning happily before returning to digging through his box again. I'm caught off guard for a minute, only a minute, before I lean against the wall, watching him, unable to stop thinking about what I want.
"What are you looking for?" I finally ask, and that seems a good enough place to start.
"Huh? Oh..." Luffy slumps a bit, and I push myself off the wall and take a few steps towards him, kneeling beside as if to help him find whatever it is he wants so badly.
I'd really just rather he would help me find mine.
"Well, Sanji sent me down here to find some bananas 'cause sometimes I guess he keeps extra stuff down here, and--"
But his words completely tune out, and all I'm doing now is watching his mouth moving, and thinking to myself how wonderful it would feel to take him right now... and cursing myself for not being able to control my own goddamn emotions, because within moments, I've interrupted Luffy's babble of talking with a kiss far less-innocent than the ones we've shared before, slinging one arm around his waist, the other hand going into his thick black hair to hold him close to me and pull him further in, before--
"Luffy! I've been looking everywhere for you! Why haven't you--" And as soon as the door swings open and the sunlight streams in on us, I know that I've made the worst mistake of my life. Sanji is standing there dumbfounded, and all I can do is stare back, having pulled away, returning his gaze with my own, trying to put a warning in my eyes, trying to simply dare him to even think about saying anything about this.
I know he will, the shit-head. Especially because now, he's staring at me like Christmas has come early.
Luffy, however, is grinning, and he jumps up, a bunch of bananas in hand.
"I found them, Sanji! Zoro helped me look. Now can we make ice-cream splits?! Please, please, please?!" Luffy had made his way from me to the door at an almost frightening speed. "I want LOTS of chocolate syrup on mine. Okay?!"
"Yeah... yeah, okay," and Sanji's grinning, taking the bunch from Luffy's hands and turning to head back towards the galley. I want to kill myself. Or him.
But when I look back, Luffy's still standing there in the doorway... and he glances back at me behind his shoulder, and turns a little, grinning.
"Zoro," he says suddenly, leaning against the doorframe, "You should come down here at nights sometime! It's really nice and peaceful." And with that, he was gone, swinging the door shut after him.
And I pause.
Did Luffy just... do what I think he did?
I sat there for a moment, before falling back against the hard wood floor of the ship. For now, I needed a nap...
...to get a headstart on the sleep I'll hopefully be missing tonight.