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With a start, Sanji rolled from his hammock and landed face first on the floor. He got to his feet groaning and untangled himself from his blanket. The dreams he had been having were getting more frequent and each one featured Zoro. It used to be easy to get back to sleep but each time it got harder to crawl back into his bed and not into Zoro’s.
Sanji stooped and fished out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pants. He lit one and walked out onto the deck of the Going Merry without bother to put anything on over his boxers. The ocean was still calm and flat and it caught the glow of a thousand twinkling stars. The cook leaned against the railing and took a deep drag of his cigarette.
“Oh, Zoro.” Sanji shook his head. “You’re in my head all day, you’re in my heart all day, but I need to sleep, can’t you at least stay out of my dreams?”
“No?” Zoro said from behind him. Sanji whirled around and dropped his cigarette between his bare feet. The swordsman was dressed only in boxers as well and the scar on his chest was very evident. His body was lit in pale starlight and he had never looked more beautiful.
“Zoro….” Sanji swallowed and heard his throat click. Suddenly, his throat felt very dry.
“I heard you get up and I was,” The swordsman walked up to Sanji. “I was hoping I could listen to you talk.” Sanji was astounded as Zoro stepped closer, so close the cook could feel his body heat. “I love hearing you talk.” The swordsmen sunk his hands into Sanji’s hair and pulled him down into a firm kiss. The two broke apart with a little gasp from the blonde.
“That, is some good talking.” Sanji wrapped his arm around Zoro’s shoulders and pulled him into another kiss.
With a start, Sanji rolled from his hammock and landed face first on the floor. These dreams were so vivid. It was like Zoro had actually kissed him. The cook got to his feet and back into his hammock. He put his hand to lips and smiled.
Sanji stooped and fished out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pants. He lit one and walked out onto the deck of the Going Merry without bother to put anything on over his boxers. The ocean was still calm and flat and it caught the glow of a thousand twinkling stars. The cook leaned against the railing and took a deep drag of his cigarette.
“Oh, Zoro.” Sanji shook his head. “You’re in my head all day, you’re in my heart all day, but I need to sleep, can’t you at least stay out of my dreams?”
“No?” Zoro said from behind him. Sanji whirled around and dropped his cigarette between his bare feet. The swordsman was dressed only in boxers as well and the scar on his chest was very evident. His body was lit in pale starlight and he had never looked more beautiful.
“Zoro….” Sanji swallowed and heard his throat click. Suddenly, his throat felt very dry.
“I heard you get up and I was,” The swordsman walked up to Sanji. “I was hoping I could listen to you talk.” Sanji was astounded as Zoro stepped closer, so close the cook could feel his body heat. “I love hearing you talk.” The swordsmen sunk his hands into Sanji’s hair and pulled him down into a firm kiss. The two broke apart with a little gasp from the blonde.
“That, is some good talking.” Sanji wrapped his arm around Zoro’s shoulders and pulled him into another kiss.
With a start, Sanji rolled from his hammock and landed face first on the floor. These dreams were so vivid. It was like Zoro had actually kissed him. The cook got to his feet and back into his hammock. He put his hand to lips and smiled.