OOC Log Post: Sanji and Zoro

[strayswordsman]

Who: Sanji and Zoro
What: First kiss-ing. :) It gets sappy, sorry.
Where: Galley of the Thousand Sunny.
When: Saturday, December 5th, around midnight. Also, note that this is before the Lucci/girl!Sanji log happened. >_> Out of order logs, yay!
Rating: PG-ish


For the first time since he’d had Franky install them, Sanji wished he didn’t have these goddamn locks all over his galley. He was in desperate need of a shot - or two or five - before Zoro showed up, and it was taking him way too long to get into the cabinet. He wrestled with the lock a moment longer before it finally clicked open, and then poured himself a shot of rum, downing it in one go.

Was this weird? He looked down at his chest, scowling a bit, and decided he still had no idea. Zoro seemed interested enough, anyway… Sanji glanced over at the door, wondering how much longer it was going to take him to get here.

Zoro got all the way to the galley door without really thinking too much about why, exactly, the cook had asked him to come. Better not to make assumptions, right? His hand still hesitated a bit before he pushed the door open and went in, to find Sanji staring straight at him. He stared back.

Unfamiliar curved figure cradling a shotglass in a so-familiar way, too-long hair that same sun-shot gold as always, same single blue eye and that eyebrow. Weird. Still far too attractive. Zoro shut the door and-too presumptuous?...better safe than sorry, on this ship-locked it quietly behind his back.

…Not nearly long enough, apparently. Sanji set his glass down on the counter behind him, and dragged a hand through his hair in a slightly nervous gesture.

“…Hey,” he said, then promptly got distracted as his hand didn’t meet air as expected and instead got tangled up in his new longer locks. “Dammit,” he mumbled, yanking it out and wincing a bit. “Think I’d be fucking used to that by now - you want a drink or something, marimo?"

Voice still in a pleasantly low-ish register, for a woman. Stop cataloging differences. Zoro shook his head in annoyance at himself and crossed the room to where the cook was fidgeting slightly. The words coming out of that mouth were no different, this was not that weird.

"You know I don't turn down booze, cook," he said, and sat at the bar in the same sprawling posture as always, halfway facing the blond and watching him sideways.

“Heh, of course not.” He turned to get another glass, feeling somewhat relieved that the other man had sat down. Zoro being noticeably taller than him was…really strange. Sanji wondered again if maybe they should just wait, but… He threw a quick look at Zoro over his shoulder, eyes narrowed thoughtfully, and then smirked. Nah.

He turned back to the bar, pouring some rum into the glass and sliding it over to Zoro before filling up his own again. “Promise me something,” he said suddenly, as he rested an elbow on the bar and slouched against it.

Zoro caught the appraising look and smirk and barely repressed the urge to shift in his seat and shy his eyes away like an idiot. Instead he caught the sliding glass and automatically lifted it to his lips, because if liquor didn't get the world to make more sense it at least made it easier to deal with. He stopped when Sanji spoke and lowered the rum halfway.

"Aah?"

Sanji took a sip of his own, trying to collect his thoughts. “It’s just that…you’re kind of a dumbass.” He shifted a look at Zoro out of the corner of his eye, and kept speaking in a rush before he could interrupt. “And admittedly I’m not much better. At times. Extremely rare times - but anyway, point is that even though I pretty much always want to kick your ass, I’m also…really…interested. In you.” Sanji felt his cheeks go warm as he said it and he quickly downed the rest of his drink, hoping that the curtain of hair falling over his face hid the blush well enough.

“But I’m not such an idiot that I don’t think that whatever the hell we’re blindly stumbling our way into could possibly end really badly,” he continued after a slight pause. “So just promise me that, whatever happens…we’ll be okay in the end. That we won’t end up like that-” Sanji jerked his thumb in the direction of the galley door. “-with the drama and the craziness and all that shit. We can be straightforward with this, yeah?”

Half of Zoro's mind stayed stuck when Sanji finally admitted-it-out loud, even though he'd already known, and said as much, himself. The other half fixated on the blush that rose on the cook's face, which his hand itched to touch. He managed to focus quick enough at the next bit, though, and sat up to face Sanji head-on.

“You really think we could ever be like that?” he said bluntly. “Despite current appearances, neither one of us is actually a girl, cook. I do something stupid, you kick me in the head. You do something stupid, I knock you ass over teakettle. We work shit out up front, alright? If it's something worse than stupid...”

He paused, frowning, but then just shook his head. “No shit things might be fucked up for a while, but. Yeah. I promise. This goes to hell somehow...it won't screw with us being nakama. Or...” He finally broke eye contact and, nearly as embarrassed as Sanji's confession, coughed under his breath, “...friends.”

Friends. Sanji looked away at the same time Zoro did, clearing his throat a little. “…Right, good,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s - yeah. I mean, obviously we wouldn’t ever be like that, but. Just wanted to make sure.”

He shifted, leaning forward against the bar, and grinned a bit. “Don’t think this ship could handle anymore drama anyway.” He took the opportunity while Zoro had his eyes elsewhere to look him over again, resting his chin on his hand as he did. “Hmm.”

Zoro snorted. “Too right.” Relieved that that was out of the way, he was finally able to finish off his glass of rum. At Sanji's “hmm” he flicked his eyes up suspiciously, and hurriedly away again when he was met with that considering blue stare. Then he felt like a moron and dragged his gaze back determinedly, not to be beaten. Though this time he couldn't keep himself from fidgeting a bit, and he grabbed the bottle to disguise it.

“What're you looking at,” he muttered. He would've drunk straight from the bottle but he knew the cook would probably crush his toes on principle.

Sanji grinned again, dropping his eyes to his glass to check how much he had left. It wasn’t often Zoro was…nervous? Maybe not quite that, but still. It was a good look on him. “Oh, nothing,” he said, and knocked back the remainder of the rum. He pushed the glass towards Zoro, silently telling him to fill it up again, and slowly circled around the bar till he was on the same side Zoro was.

“So just how weird is it?” he asked after a moment, crossing his arms under his unnaturally prominent chest and resting back against the bar. “Me looking like this.”

The lip of the bottle clinked against the glass, Zoro pouring without really looking as Sanji rounded the bar lazily. Slinking? What, no, of course not. When he crossed his arms, the motion drew Zoro's eyes downward before he yanked them back up, scowling. Bastard was doing that on purpose.

“A little weird,” he admitted. Momentarily setting aside anything like stupid nerves in favor of assessing, he leaned forward a little and just looked, thoroughly. “You're a lot...softer around the edges,” he said slowly, trailing his gaze over curves. “But a lot's the same.” Elegant hands, long legs, yup, check. It was just...the cook. As a woman. His eyes finally wandered up to meet Sanji's again, and he smirked lightly. “Like the look on your face.”

The booze was doing its job, at least. Sanji was feeling calmer than he had earlier, and it was easy to give a smug smirk at Zoro’s scowl. But then Zoro hit him back with that look and the comfortable warmth that had settled in his stomach abruptly twisted and exploded, making him feel hot all over as he was methodically checked out. He shifted slightly, trying not to squirm under the weight of his gaze, and told himself that no, Zoro was not actually stripping him with eyes. He was just…being Zoro. He was thorough in everything he did, this wasn’t any different…

Sanji swallowed and, unable to pretend anymore that the intense gaze on him wasn’t affecting him, quickly busied himself with reaching for his glass again, gulping the liquid down in one smooth motion. He set it back down on the bar a little harder than intended and took a final step forward, sliding into the seat next to Zoro. “And what look is that, exactly?”

“Flustered,” Zoro answered simply. “And blushing.” He turned, shifted so that his knees would've been bracketing Sanji if they were any closer, and without thinking leaned forward and brushed the back of his forefinger against that blush like he'd wanted to earlier. After a second he realized what he'd done and pulled back again hastily. Uh-oh. Treating him too much like a girl?

“So, uh, ah-hem,” he coughed, “You said you wanted to try something?”

Sanji’s eyes went wide at the brief touch, his own hand coming up to cover his cheek after. “…I don’t look like this often,” he mumbled, glowering a bit. “And I’m NOT flustered.” Except for the part where he totally was, and the flips his stomach seemed determine to perform only proved it.

He let his hand drop to the bar top after a moment, his fingers drumming against it. “I did...” he said slowly, eyes shifting to the side. He took a deep breath and released it in a rush, then leveled a determined look on Zoro and scooted closer.

Yeah, well, rare as it was, not-flustered looked good on Sanji in either form. And apparently so did determined; Zoro's heartrate decided to pick up speed as the cook moved nearer. Zoro didn't move in either direction, just made himself wait. With Sanji this way...This would just be new again in less than a week...That wasn't even necessarily a bad thing, was it?

“Hmmm,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth curling up. “...Not shelving it, then?”

“Told you I was impatient, didn’t I?” Sanji leaned forward, one hand still on the bar, holding on for dear life-for balance, and tentatively braced his other hand on Zoro’s knee. “If it’s too weird, we can just stop,” he said, eyes lowering to focus on Zoro’s mouth.

“...Not too weird.” Zoro noticed Sanji's focused gaze and his lips crooked again. “Yet, anyway. I'll let you know.” That said, he ignored the jitters from the cook's hand on his knee to reach out, thread his fingers through soft blond hair at the base of Sanji's neck and tug lightly. “...C'mere?”

Sanji moved forward all too eagerly, Zoro’s hand at his neck sending pleasant shivers down his spine that seemed to halt any nervous thoughts running through his head. He paused just shy of actually touching Zoro, and flicked his eyes up to briefly meet his, giving him a small, teasing grin. “Still good?”

“Moron,” Zoro muttered at the tease, pulse racing at the cook's flirtatious look so damn close. What would that look have been like on a more hard-edged face? “Did I say it wasn't? Just-” He pulled Sanji the rest of the way to him and finally slanted his mouth over that crazy-making little grin.

Sanji made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, tilting his head just a bit and easily returning the kiss. His hand left the bar to curl instead around the back of Zoro’s neck as he leaned in closer, eyes sliding shut, his other hand unconsciously gripping at the material of Zoro’s pants. Fucking hell, finally. He kept it short and simple to start, his lips pressing gently against Zoro’s for a few more moments before he broke away and gave Zoro a cautious, half-lidded look. If he decided now that this was too weird, Sanji was seriously going to have to kick his ass.

Soft. Gah. Soft hair under his fingers and soft lips against his and a soft, deep little sound, and Zoro's eyes just closed in self-defense. This wasn't how he'd ever imagined it, but...His head felt stuffed full of fuzz, yet he was hyper-aware of every point where they were touching. When Sanji pulled back, Zoro's face stayed oddly blank for a moment or two before he cracked an eye open and demanded in a voice gone low, “Why'd you stop?”

A quick bark of a laugh burst from Sanji’s mouth. “I have no fucking idea,” he said, and quickly leaned forward to capture Zoro’s lips again, kissing him a little more forcefully this time. It was…kind of hard to wrap his mind around, that this was Zoro and they were kissing and the world hadn’t yet collapsed around them because of it. He half wondered if maybe he was dreaming, but no, Zoro was very real beneath his hands and there was no mistaking that hot, fluttery feeling in his gut that only intensified with each passing second. Sanji moved his hand from Zoro’s knee up to cup the side of his face, and pressed a little closer.

Zoro hummed a little at the more demanding kiss-now that was more what he'd been expecting-and returned it just as hard, warm sparks running through him. Ah, this was-good. Could be better, though. Closer...Going on instinct, he reached up, captured the hand cupping his face, and broke away briefly to press his lips over the fluttering pulse point on the inside of the cook's wrist.

Then he smirked, shifted his grip to encircle that same wrist-so much thinner than usual-and used it to pull Sanji onto his lap and wrap his arm around that too-slim waist, immediately kissing the startled cook again. He smiled into it a little, wondering with the fragment of his mind not fizzing with Sanji, I'm kissing Sanji if the manhandling would earn him a kick.

Startled indeed. Sanji fumbled for something to hold onto in this new position, gasping a little against Zoro's mouth, his legs now on either side of Zoro's waist. Oh, that was just not fair, geez, it was like he weighed as much as a goddamn feather like this. His mental tirade faded out quickly - kissing Zoro was more than distracting enough, and there was something kind of...really sexy about the way Zoro could just lift him up like that, the way he bulldozed his way into this the same as he did everything else. The complete lack of hesitation.

Sanji's hands finally landed themselves on Zoro's head, fingers digging back into his hair, and he surged against him, his lips parting as he tried to take the kiss even further.

No kick, good sign-“Ah,” Zoro said involuntarily as Sanji gripped his hair and leaned into him heavily, and the small noise meant that both of their mouths were open, and oh. “Hah...” Well, that. That was definitely a better use for the cook's tongue than usual. One hand slid under Sanji's shirt as they kissed deeply but didn't move higher, just tracing circles on the small of his back. Soft, again.

Sanji hummed in a content way, gradually backing off as the need to breathe became something he couldn't ignore anymore. He sat back in Zoro's lap, hands falling from his hair and curling around his neck instead. Their foreheads pressed together as he finally broke the kiss.

"Holy shit," he panted, head spinning. He felt warm all over, and the hand on his back was making his stomach flip in funny ways. "Zoro..."

“Hmmm.” It was a quiet rumble from deep in Zoro's chest as he breathed heavily, himself. “Sanji.” His eyes slitted open just slightly, but this close the familiar-unfamiliar face was mainly just a blur of gold eyelashes, which fluttered and tickled his own as he shifted slightly. Heh. Zoro wrinkled his nose a bit in almost laughter, then closed his eyes again and just enjoyed the feel of the cook against him for a moment.

The whole thing still felt very surreal. Shit, he'd just made out with Zoro. Sanji grinned, unable to help himself, and pressed another quick kiss to Zoro's mouth. And then one more, since it was right there. And a third for good measure. He pulled back eventually, sliding his hands down over Zoro's chest. The fact that he was straddling the other man finally seemed to sink in, and he did his best not to squirm as he cleared his throat and tried to think of something to say.

Zoro gave back each kiss a little lightheadedly, but didn't chase after for more. He was busy trying to get his heart to stop pounding. This was already-more than he'd been thinking when he came in here, and when the cook slid back and wiggled a little...Yeah, maybe that wasn't such a great idea right now. He tensed slightly and grabbed Sanji somewhat abruptly by the shoulders, lifting to set him on his feet.

“Uh. Should probably. Stop there.” He hoped he wasn't blushing, that would be fucking embarrassing, and a dead giveaway.

Sanji stumbled a bit once on his feet again, grabbing the bar for extra balance. "Oi," he said, glaring slightly, and - wait, was Zoro blushing? It was hard to tell in the dim light of the galley, but... Sanji snorted and pushed himself up so he was sitting on the bar...which was something he yelled at anyone else for doing, but what the hell, it was his kitchen.

"Sorry," he said, smirking and sounding completely unapologetic as he sat there swinging his legs back and forth. He barely stopped himself from running his eyes up and down Zoro's body, instead just quirking an eyebrow at him.

Catching one of the cook's swinging legs and sliding his hand up slowly from ankle to calf would be a bad idea, Zoro told himself, even if he completely deserved retaliation for that tone. The swordsman settled for just glaring mildly.

“Anyway.” He glanced away and then back, leaning on the bar with one elbow, and when he met Sanji's eyes again his lips were tugging up. “Experiment a success, cook?”

“Mm…” Sanji pretended to look like he was seriously thinking it over. “…Guess it was, yeah.” He shrugged, giving Zoro a half grin. “At least now I know what I’ve got to look forward to.”

“Right.” Zoro absently reached up to rub his mouth. “Kind of, anyway.” He looked up at Sanji with a half-lidded gaze, imagining. “Hurry up and change back, cook. I'd like to do that again. Proper.”

"Only a couple more days." He said it like he was trying to reassure himself more than Zoro. Sanji reached for the booze and their glasses again, pouring Zoro another shot. "Gotta tell you, though - you try tossing me around like I weigh five pounds when I'm a guy and you'll find my foot making itself very comfortable in your face." He handed Zoro his glass with a small smirk. "And that would be a bit of a mood killer."

“Mm, I'll keep that in mind.” Zoro hid his grin by knocking back the shot. He was tempted to do it sometime, now, just because the cook had warned him not to.

"So..." Sanji downed his shot, then refilled both of their glasses one more time. He held his up like he was about to toast something. "Till next week?"

If this was the last thing they were going to do while the cook was a woman... “Till next week,” he agreed, but instead of toasting, Zoro smirked and stood up, nonchalantly grabbed Sanji's upraised hand again, and brought the cook's glass to his own lips to drink, looking at him steadily.

Sanji fell silent, watching Zoro closely. He tried to ignore the fingers on his wrist, because just that simple touch was making him want to do crazy things. His gaze dropped to Zoro's own glass after a moment, then rose to meet his eyes again. He raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

Well, if it was supposed to be a toast....Zoro slowly let go of the cook's hand and picked up his own glass, raising it to press the edge against Sanji's lower lip-but only tilting it just slightly.

Ah. Sanji brought his own hand up, curling it around Zoro's this time. He gave a small grin around the edge of the glass, then tilted it the rest of the way back so he could drink, too.

The warmth in Zoro's stomach had only a little to do with alcohol as the cook mirrored him and wrapped a hand around his, downing the glass. When it was gone and he went to set it down, Sanji still hadn't let go, so they ended up putting it down together. After a charged moment, staring at each other and still touching, Zoro finally tugged his hand out from under the cook's, stepped back, and coughed a bit.

“Yeah, uh. It's late...See you tomorrow?” No shit they would see each other tomorrow, they were on the same ship, stupid, stupid.

Sanji nodded, finally breaking eye contact and rubbing at the back of his neck. "Yeah. Tomorrow." He gathered up their empty glasses before hopping off the bar, then looked back at Zoro with a faint smile. "Night, marimo."

“Night, cook.” Zoro walked backward halfway across the room so he could keep looking at Sanji's smile, realized he was being ridiculous, then pivoted away and went out the door before he could convince himself to stay. Less than a week.