[drabble] untitled - one piece, zoro/sanji
Prompt: Sleeping in
Fandom: One Piece
Pairing: Zoro/Sanji
Rating: PG
Word Count: 331
Disclaimer: One Piece and its characters do not belong to me.
Zoro sleeps in when they’re on land. Sanji’s never surprised. Zoro’s naps take up a large chunk of his day when they’re sailing, so why should that change? Besides, on nights when they can afford their own inn room, they’re often up late, engaged in activities that can be…rather strenuous.
Sanji always wakes up early, his inner alarm clock going off, telling him it’s time to start breakfast. Without fail, Zoro is still in a deep sleep beside him. Sanji tells himself to get up, to get dressed, to go out and do things that need to be done. He never does.
He sits up and stretches. His toes nudge at Zoro’s feet, scarred ankles. His eyes follow dust motes hanging in the sunlight and he listens to the town coming to life outside the open window and he smokes a cigarette or two or three. He tries to remember to keep paper handy; he uses Zoro’s bare back and puts together a shopping list for later. He doodles moss balls.
When he gets restless, and he always gets restless, he leans in close to whisper into the swordsman’s ear. Gentle curses and loving insults. He gets creative, colorful, commits the really good ones to memory so he can use them when Zoro’s conscious.
“I could be doing something important, you know,” he tells his bedmate. “Something productive.”
Zoro snores in response, and Sanji grows annoyed with himself. He tells himself he doesn’t have to stay here. He doesn’t have to sit around and wait. If he leaves, Zoro won’t be able to tell. He won’t notice. He won’t care.
He tells himself this-and then he lies back down, turns toward the other man, drapes an arm over him. He huffs against the space between his shoulder blades and Zoro shifts in his sleep. He mutters about lazy marimos, and wasted time. But he feels Zoro’s fingers finding his own, and his complaints are lost; at least, until his idiot wakes up.