OP 371 OMG! Hina!
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dethoratsTitle: Lunch Break
Word Count: 921
Timeline: Before Luffy and Company ever show up at Logue Town
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Setting: Marine Headquarters - a conference or something for officers
“Captain!” Tashigi hissed under her breath. It seemed that for every day she was at the conference she discovered a higher level of scandalization.
“Yes?” Hina smiled down at her in the smugly knowing way and kept right on steering the young sergeant major by the elbow.
That look, shot from sky-blue eyes right down a finely arched nose, irked her to no end. And Hina knew it. If it weren’t for her dedication to her sword – and her ability to trip over non-existent cracks and invisible bumps in the carpet – she might’ve been tempted to start wearing the heeled boots Hina preferred. The height difference wasn’t all that great when they were both barefoot.
“Stop it!” A whisper wasn’t exactly the most forceful tone Tashigi possessed. She’d been known to bellow quite competently at fleeing pirates and incompetent marines. But in a crowded hallway packed mainly with superior officers, she wasn’t about to risk drawing any attention to herself.
“Stop what?” There was that look again, along with a now-familiar twinkle. Tashigi used to associate it with Hina baiting Smoker or toying with her frazzled first officer. Now, more often than not, that glint of mischief was directed squarely at her.
“You know what I mean!” Why did the corridor have to be so crowded? And just where was she being taken? The grip on her elbow was quite firm, a delicious contrast to the gentle stroking along the side of her breast by one manicured finger. She’d have appreciated it far more if they weren’t out in public.
“Hina has no idea what you’re talking about.” This time the captain grinned outright as she slipped her wandering finger under the rounded curve of Tashigi’s bosom.
Tashigi could do little more than bite her tongue, her left hand opening and closing convulsively on Shigure’s hilt. She tried to twist out of the tight hold and failed. Hina wasn’t using her devil fruit powers as far as she could tell, but there was no escaping the iron grasp. The young woman fumed silently to herself as she was guided through the gradually decreasing horde of marines and tried to ignore the not-quite-hidden caresses.
Eventually Hina turned them down a side branch and then another. Their footsteps echoed off the stone walls but Tashigi was too caught up in her aggravated brooding to notice. It took Hina’s hand leaving her arm to snake down and squeeze her rear to make the younger woman realize they were alone. The pinch had shocked her, made her whirl around and glare once she realized there was no one about to see.
“Captain Hina!”
“Sergeant Major!” Hina’s reply was glib as she took one step towards Tashigi.
“H…Hina!” Tashigi still had difficulty calling the woman by her first name. Rank and formality had been drilled into her well. Although, between the two of them, Smoker and Hina were doing a good job of wearing down her discipline. “Ma’am, what were you doing? What were you thinking? We could both get in a lot of trouble.”
“That’s what makes it fun.” Hina took another step forward, crowding into Tashigi’s personal space. “No one saw. It’s lunch time. You know how important food is to an officer.”
That was true. Having twice before gone to the East Blue main headquarters with Smoker for important meetings and such, Tashigi had witnessed first hand the power a meal held over the upper ranks. It was worse than her days as an enlisted marine. She would never have guessed that captains on up through admirals would squabble and fight over the best fare. True, there was only a limited amount of each food at the buffets the Navy hosted, but that didn’t mean they should act like schoolboys vying for the last curry bread.
Just this last week, she’d seen two rear admirals destroy an entire section of the mess hall during their struggle over some roast beef. But that still didn’t explain why Hina had basically molested her in public and then dragged her to some forgotten corner of the base. “If it’s lunch time, Hina ma’am, why are we here?”
She hadn’t noticed that Hina had somehow maneuvered her so that she was no longer standing in the middle of the hall. But as Hina moved even closer and she tried to edge away, the butt of Shigure’s sheath sounded behind her and she was trapped. Trapped in the cage of Hina’s arms as the captain rested her weight on her palms and on the wooden door at Tashigi’s back.
“We’re here because,” and Hina had leaned in, her lips so close Tashigi could feel her own tingling in response, “because Hina leaves in an hour and won’t be able to see you for two months. Maybe more.”
A small “oh” was all Tashigi managed before Hina closed the remaining gap between them. And then all she knew was Hina. Hina’s tongue, Hina’s touch, Hina’s hip between her own, Hina’s eyes gazing down at her when she finally managed to open her own.
“Mmm, Hina.” Tashigi sighed and leaned into the hand cupping her cheek. “Still, a captain should know better than act that way. It’s very irresponsible and it coul-“
Hina cut Tashigi off with another kiss. She’d heard enough of the sergeant major’s justice rants to know that the young woman could carry on for hours. And Tashigi thought of the eight long weeks ahead and let her. There would be plenty of time for scolding later.
A/N: Three things. First, this is uneditted as always. Second, I've been of the mind that Hina/Tashigi would start out cute, with Hina annoying and embarassing Tashigi to no end. Later on things get somewhat more mature (and kinkier) but only after the emotional impact of Luffy and company has occurred. Third, I could probably fit this into my 30 Kisses fic timeline. I might in the future. But for now it's just a oneshot.
Hope people like it! And now I'm off to take some more painkillers and pass the fuck out! XD
Word Count: 921
Timeline: Before Luffy and Company ever show up at Logue Town
Pairing: Hina/Tashigi
Setting: Marine Headquarters - a conference or something for officers
“Captain!” Tashigi hissed under her breath. It seemed that for every day she was at the conference she discovered a higher level of scandalization.
“Yes?” Hina smiled down at her in the smugly knowing way and kept right on steering the young sergeant major by the elbow.
That look, shot from sky-blue eyes right down a finely arched nose, irked her to no end. And Hina knew it. If it weren’t for her dedication to her sword – and her ability to trip over non-existent cracks and invisible bumps in the carpet – she might’ve been tempted to start wearing the heeled boots Hina preferred. The height difference wasn’t all that great when they were both barefoot.
“Stop it!” A whisper wasn’t exactly the most forceful tone Tashigi possessed. She’d been known to bellow quite competently at fleeing pirates and incompetent marines. But in a crowded hallway packed mainly with superior officers, she wasn’t about to risk drawing any attention to herself.
“Stop what?” There was that look again, along with a now-familiar twinkle. Tashigi used to associate it with Hina baiting Smoker or toying with her frazzled first officer. Now, more often than not, that glint of mischief was directed squarely at her.
“You know what I mean!” Why did the corridor have to be so crowded? And just where was she being taken? The grip on her elbow was quite firm, a delicious contrast to the gentle stroking along the side of her breast by one manicured finger. She’d have appreciated it far more if they weren’t out in public.
“Hina has no idea what you’re talking about.” This time the captain grinned outright as she slipped her wandering finger under the rounded curve of Tashigi’s bosom.
Tashigi could do little more than bite her tongue, her left hand opening and closing convulsively on Shigure’s hilt. She tried to twist out of the tight hold and failed. Hina wasn’t using her devil fruit powers as far as she could tell, but there was no escaping the iron grasp. The young woman fumed silently to herself as she was guided through the gradually decreasing horde of marines and tried to ignore the not-quite-hidden caresses.
Eventually Hina turned them down a side branch and then another. Their footsteps echoed off the stone walls but Tashigi was too caught up in her aggravated brooding to notice. It took Hina’s hand leaving her arm to snake down and squeeze her rear to make the younger woman realize they were alone. The pinch had shocked her, made her whirl around and glare once she realized there was no one about to see.
“Captain Hina!”
“Sergeant Major!” Hina’s reply was glib as she took one step towards Tashigi.
“H…Hina!” Tashigi still had difficulty calling the woman by her first name. Rank and formality had been drilled into her well. Although, between the two of them, Smoker and Hina were doing a good job of wearing down her discipline. “Ma’am, what were you doing? What were you thinking? We could both get in a lot of trouble.”
“That’s what makes it fun.” Hina took another step forward, crowding into Tashigi’s personal space. “No one saw. It’s lunch time. You know how important food is to an officer.”
That was true. Having twice before gone to the East Blue main headquarters with Smoker for important meetings and such, Tashigi had witnessed first hand the power a meal held over the upper ranks. It was worse than her days as an enlisted marine. She would never have guessed that captains on up through admirals would squabble and fight over the best fare. True, there was only a limited amount of each food at the buffets the Navy hosted, but that didn’t mean they should act like schoolboys vying for the last curry bread.
Just this last week, she’d seen two rear admirals destroy an entire section of the mess hall during their struggle over some roast beef. But that still didn’t explain why Hina had basically molested her in public and then dragged her to some forgotten corner of the base. “If it’s lunch time, Hina ma’am, why are we here?”
She hadn’t noticed that Hina had somehow maneuvered her so that she was no longer standing in the middle of the hall. But as Hina moved even closer and she tried to edge away, the butt of Shigure’s sheath sounded behind her and she was trapped. Trapped in the cage of Hina’s arms as the captain rested her weight on her palms and on the wooden door at Tashigi’s back.
“We’re here because,” and Hina had leaned in, her lips so close Tashigi could feel her own tingling in response, “because Hina leaves in an hour and won’t be able to see you for two months. Maybe more.”
A small “oh” was all Tashigi managed before Hina closed the remaining gap between them. And then all she knew was Hina. Hina’s tongue, Hina’s touch, Hina’s hip between her own, Hina’s eyes gazing down at her when she finally managed to open her own.
“Mmm, Hina.” Tashigi sighed and leaned into the hand cupping her cheek. “Still, a captain should know better than act that way. It’s very irresponsible and it coul-“
Hina cut Tashigi off with another kiss. She’d heard enough of the sergeant major’s justice rants to know that the young woman could carry on for hours. And Tashigi thought of the eight long weeks ahead and let her. There would be plenty of time for scolding later.
A/N: Three things. First, this is uneditted as always. Second, I've been of the mind that Hina/Tashigi would start out cute, with Hina annoying and embarassing Tashigi to no end. Later on things get somewhat more mature (and kinkier) but only after the emotional impact of Luffy and company has occurred. Third, I could probably fit this into my 30 Kisses fic timeline. I might in the future. But for now it's just a oneshot.
Hope people like it! And now I'm off to take some more painkillers and pass the fuck out! XD
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Date: 2005-07-08 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-10 11:24 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you like the embarrassment. Tashigi is too cute when she blushes! (Hence Hina's need to make it happen as often as possible)
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Date: 2005-07-08 12:10 pm (UTC)...gentle stroking along the side of her breast by one manicured finger. This time the captain grinned outright as she slipped her wandering finger under the rounded curve of Tashigi’s bosom. And then all she knew was Hina. Hina’s tongue, Hina’s touch, Hina’s hip between her own,... *struck silent by the utter hotness*
It was wonderful, hot and cute in turn. I loved Hina's way of shutting Tashigi up. And the possible future kink makes me happy, because Hina was just made for kinky stuff.
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Date: 2005-07-10 11:31 pm (UTC)Indeed. Something about the food fights, food obsessions, random food-related characters, etc. in One Piece really reminds me of nothing more than Ranma 1/2. Luffy and Ranma having a speed eating contest would truly be something to behold! Besides, I like the idea/homage of the marine leaders fighting like school boys over food XD
I'm glad you liked it/thought it was hot. I tried -_-
And yeah, major kink eventually because, as you said, Hina is indeed made for kink and especially for bondage just like Robin is made for kinkiness in general. Mmm...bound Tashigi...*drools*