A Way Back Into Love Zoro x Sanji fic
This is my first writing attempt so please be gentle. Don't forget to comment!
Part 1: Denial
A week! It had been a week, seven days, seven looong nights, and eight hours since Sanji had last slept with Zoro. It bothered him that he was so obsessed with it, whatever the "it" in their messed up relationship had been.
"Oi, Marimo! Breakfast!"
"Yeah, yeah love-cook I'm coming. No need to get your eyebrow curlier than it is," Zoro taunted as he made his way down to the galley.
To anyone who hadn't been fighting with Zoro for so long, they would have missed the dulled heat in his words, the way his eyes had lost their sparkle, the dejectedness that truly marked the end of his feelings. Sanji let his eyes wander over Zoro's tanned and sweaty body from training in the sun. A subtle cough from the other man clued him in to his staring. Sanji blushed, as Zoro passed him he couldn't help the jolt that went through him from the brief touch of their skin. God he was an idiot. He had broken it off because he had been so afraid of that. The extreme awareness, the way his eyes followed Zoro more than the beautiful woman he met at port, the way he had exclusively been fucking Zoro for over a year ( not counting those HELLISH years in that Okama prison). With a sigh he turned around and headed into the galley.
Jeez, that love-cook pissed him off! Staring and sighing for the whole week! He was acting like a fucking girl. First he breaks up with me and now he's mad at me. He should say what he freaking meant already! At the crowded table in the galley everything seemed to be exactly the same. Luffy was crying out “MEAT!” and eating everything not in someone's mouth. Usopp, Franky, and Brooke were the same slobs as ever and Chopper was laughing at them. The idiot-cook was fawning over the Sea Witch as Robin was the only one eating neatly. Zoro glared at that witch. He was sure that she had stolen his cook. Wait, his cook? Now he was pissed! He was glad Sanji had ended it, that bastard.
After breakfast and the customary “Nami-swaan!” to his beautiful tangerine, Nami called everyone to her.“ Everyone, we're reaching Bara-Island. I want everyone to stay close to town. Robin and me have read up on some of the plants in this island ranging from aphrodisiacs to poisons which are all very DANGEROUS. That goes for you Luffy! Don't think I don't know about those mushrooms you ate at the Isle of Women! The only person allowed to look at the plants are Chopper”.
Sanji was glad, now he could have some space from Zoro and, ugh, his feelings. He smiled as he though of a woman with soft hair, a body that fit perfectly in his arms, and a sweet scent as he held her. So, why the hell did he feel so guilty?
Part 1: Denial
A week! It had been a week, seven days, seven looong nights, and eight hours since Sanji had last slept with Zoro. It bothered him that he was so obsessed with it, whatever the "it" in their messed up relationship had been.
"Oi, Marimo! Breakfast!"
"Yeah, yeah love-cook I'm coming. No need to get your eyebrow curlier than it is," Zoro taunted as he made his way down to the galley.
To anyone who hadn't been fighting with Zoro for so long, they would have missed the dulled heat in his words, the way his eyes had lost their sparkle, the dejectedness that truly marked the end of his feelings. Sanji let his eyes wander over Zoro's tanned and sweaty body from training in the sun. A subtle cough from the other man clued him in to his staring. Sanji blushed, as Zoro passed him he couldn't help the jolt that went through him from the brief touch of their skin. God he was an idiot. He had broken it off because he had been so afraid of that. The extreme awareness, the way his eyes followed Zoro more than the beautiful woman he met at port, the way he had exclusively been fucking Zoro for over a year ( not counting those HELLISH years in that Okama prison). With a sigh he turned around and headed into the galley.
Jeez, that love-cook pissed him off! Staring and sighing for the whole week! He was acting like a fucking girl. First he breaks up with me and now he's mad at me. He should say what he freaking meant already! At the crowded table in the galley everything seemed to be exactly the same. Luffy was crying out “MEAT!” and eating everything not in someone's mouth. Usopp, Franky, and Brooke were the same slobs as ever and Chopper was laughing at them. The idiot-cook was fawning over the Sea Witch as Robin was the only one eating neatly. Zoro glared at that witch. He was sure that she had stolen his cook. Wait, his cook? Now he was pissed! He was glad Sanji had ended it, that bastard.
After breakfast and the customary “Nami-swaan!” to his beautiful tangerine, Nami called everyone to her.“ Everyone, we're reaching Bara-Island. I want everyone to stay close to town. Robin and me have read up on some of the plants in this island ranging from aphrodisiacs to poisons which are all very DANGEROUS. That goes for you Luffy! Don't think I don't know about those mushrooms you ate at the Isle of Women! The only person allowed to look at the plants are Chopper”.
Sanji was glad, now he could have some space from Zoro and, ugh, his feelings. He smiled as he though of a woman with soft hair, a body that fit perfectly in his arms, and a sweet scent as he held her. So, why the hell did he feel so guilty?