☆ZoSan OneShots☆

Lazy Mornings

*1*

The sheets slowly slither on him as the warm body next to his own moves. He doesn't even need to open his eyes to know that - strictly speaking - it's not morning yet. Unfortunately, the stupid cook has this weird habit of getting up before the sun.

This isn't the first time they sleep and wake up in each other's arms: it happened after Alabasta - though they firmly insisted it was just by accident; it happened while they were close to a random winter island and the cook kept complaining that he was freezing, teeth chattering non-stop, and they both agreed that it was only because of the cold weather; and then it happened again a just couple of days ago, when Zoro was in the infirmary, still recovering from the pain he had received from Kuma. They have never spoken about any of those times.

Now, in the quiet and dark crow's nest, Zoro feels the cook pulling away from him and getting ready to leave, and he...

"Marimo..." Sanji whispers as he sits up, "you have to let me go."

Zoro tightens his grip around the cook's waist while pretending to be asleep. He hears a tired sigh before a gentle hand comes to caress his hair and he lies very still, hoping that the pleasant moment can last longer if he doesn't move or speak.

"I have to make breakfast." Sanji reminds him - as if he could forget - but continues to run his fingers through the same green hair that he always mocks the swordman for.

It's too early, Zoro wants to say, stay here with me.

"I'll prepare your favourite." The cook offers, but he refuses to acknowledge him. "Come on, don't be a child."

He's frowning now, Zoro can tell even if he still has his eyes closed. It means that he is starting to run out of patience.

There's another tired sigh, then the hand on his head disappears and he feels the cook's touch on his arm, instead. Sanji quietly lifts the limb that keeps him trapped and puts it down on the sheets they gathered on the floor last night.

Zoro wants to reach for him but his body is suddenly numb and he can only crack one eye open to watch as the cook stands and walks away, leaving the swordsman alone without another word.

*2*

Seeing everyone again after two long years of separation is good. Great, actually. But seeing the cook again is...

Golden locks of hair tickle his nose as Sanji stirs. In the privacy of the crow's nest, his back is pressed against Zoro's chest and even though Zoro would prefer it if they weren't wearing t-shirts or anything at all, the contact is happily welcomed.

He isn't sure how it happened this time, but he knows that they have both missed this. They have missed each other.

Before Sanji can fully wake up, Zoro closes his arms around his body, effectively locking him in place.

"Huh? Marimo?" the cook rasps, slowly registering the situation, and then begins to struggle in the swordsman's embrace to free himself. "Let go."

To show just how mature and clever he has become in those two years, Zoro buries his face in the back of Sanji's neck and mumbles weakly.

"What the hell are you doing? You can't fool me, I know you're awake." The cook protests, still trying to escape from Zoro's strong arms. "I don't have time for this. Unlike some useless houseplant, I have things to do."

"I can help."

Sanji stops twisting for a moment. "What did you say?"

"I can help." Zoro repeats in a slightly louder tone. "With... whatever you have to do. Later. Now sleep some more."