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onepiece_300Title: Cojones
Rating: PG13ish
Media: Fic
Pairing: Franky/Robin
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Beginnings
She looks at him from across the table, catches his eyes, and the corners of her ever-present small smile edge slightly higher. Fingers touch his knee, his thigh, flirt with the possibility of grazing higher yet, and Franky knows he loves this woman, this wicked, devious woman. She toys with him and he struggles to keep a straight face with their nakama all around, busy with devouring the cook’s desert, and he distracts himself with thought, with memories. When did he fall, glance into cerulean eyes that are level with his own, and know that he wanted her?
So much happened on Enies Lobby. He saw so many facets of her; once-hidden secrets, and he knew that she had never been so utterly bare. He respected the brave woman, who’d die for her friends, as much as he wanted to knock some sense into a too-stubborn head. He wept for the broken, frightened child, the one that had lost more than even he, with his past, could fathom. He had cheered for the desperately hopeful soul that had cried out to live. And he had fought for her. But that had been as much for himself, for his debts and his family, as for her.
She had always been beautiful, even in her pain, but she was radiant on Water 7, the smile on her face unburdened and unshadowed. But it was the tiniest hint of a smirk that conquered him at the last, as she gripped him and squeezed. Just the once and she’d winked as he wailed the goodbyes he couldn’t say otherwise. That woman had stones, to act so cocksure, so brazenly, and he’d finally fallen.
Underneath the table, Robin taps a finger just so and Franky doesn’t quite manage to muffle his reaction into his beer.
Rating: PG13ish
Media: Fic
Pairing: Franky/Robin
Word Count: 300
Prompt: Beginnings
She looks at him from across the table, catches his eyes, and the corners of her ever-present small smile edge slightly higher. Fingers touch his knee, his thigh, flirt with the possibility of grazing higher yet, and Franky knows he loves this woman, this wicked, devious woman. She toys with him and he struggles to keep a straight face with their nakama all around, busy with devouring the cook’s desert, and he distracts himself with thought, with memories. When did he fall, glance into cerulean eyes that are level with his own, and know that he wanted her?
So much happened on Enies Lobby. He saw so many facets of her; once-hidden secrets, and he knew that she had never been so utterly bare. He respected the brave woman, who’d die for her friends, as much as he wanted to knock some sense into a too-stubborn head. He wept for the broken, frightened child, the one that had lost more than even he, with his past, could fathom. He had cheered for the desperately hopeful soul that had cried out to live. And he had fought for her. But that had been as much for himself, for his debts and his family, as for her.
She had always been beautiful, even in her pain, but she was radiant on Water 7, the smile on her face unburdened and unshadowed. But it was the tiniest hint of a smirk that conquered him at the last, as she gripped him and squeezed. Just the once and she’d winked as he wailed the goodbyes he couldn’t say otherwise. That woman had stones, to act so cocksure, so brazenly, and he’d finally fallen.
Underneath the table, Robin taps a finger just so and Franky doesn’t quite manage to muffle his reaction into his beer.
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