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Zoro noticed the Curly-Brow was wearing a long sleeve bright pink shirt with matching jeans. His hair looked a little more combed through then usual and his eyebrow even seemed fuller, as if he had brushed it.
That was odd.
Zoro's lips twitched upwards while he stood in the kitchen with his booze in one hand and adjusted his swords with the other.
"And, where are you going Shitty-Cook?"
The Cook froze in mid-step before he growled under his breath and quickly turned in his direction and walked towards him; his speed was actually kinda impressive, or maybe Zoro was just a little slow on the uptake today.
Grabbing the front of his white t-shirt, he pushed him back a little harder then usual and gave him one of those Intense glares, while he pressed his fingers roughly against his chest.
Zoro's eyes flickered down to long fingers as he let himself be pushed back. He could feel the softness of those hands; he felt a finger brush his nipple and he jerked under the sensation.
"What does it look like dumbass? I'm dressed for what supposed to have been our planned date which was supposed to have happened an hour ago; where have you been?!"
Zoro's eyes widened and he felt confused. He readjusted his footing and stopped the Cook from pushing him any further. His hand came up to Sanji's hair and he tugged on a loose strand that was currently bothering him because it was covering both the idiot's eyes.
"Well?"
The Cook's face came even closer until he felt his forehead against his own and that hand pressed even harder against his chest; Zoro felt compelled to like always annoy the idiot some more though he really didn't know what the idiot was talking about.
"Uh, what date?"
The Cook growled low and twisted his fingers into his t-shirt. Zoro felt his forehead and muscular body pressing against him so much that he was seeing double Cooks now before he felt himself falling backwards.
He blinked and realized he was down on the floor with the Cook heavy against him and damn was he just the right weight to make him feel all good and hard.
Zoro looked up and saw that the Cook's eyes had shifted from anger to what looked like concern for him and he felt a warm hand underneath his head as if the moron actually didn't want him to bash his skull into the floor.
Damn Cook.
Growling low, he pushed himself easily forward and grabbed the back of the Cook's head and he slammed his mouth ungracefully against a warm set of lips; they tasted just like he thought they would- half sweet and half rough- but with a surprised mix of some fine wine and salt from the Grand Line.
The Cook's hand came up too and he pulled at Zoro's hair, but not too much, yet just enough so that his annoying lips came off Zoro's own before Sanji more freely explored his mouth by licking and sucking it, and his sneaky hand pulled hard at his shirt and he heard it ripping.
Fucking Curly-Brow and his attractive dumbass, a stupid date or whatever didn't sound too bad.