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Sanji sat on the edge of the bed, cup of coffee between his hands. He watched as Zoro breathed deep and even with an arm slung over his bare torso, the blanket covering his lower half.
"Mossy," He called out as he moved the cup to one hand and nudged at one of Zoro's thighs that was hidden beneath the covers.
Zoro grumbled, hand raising to swat at the air before it fell back against his stomach. He rolled over onto his side, the blanket tangled around his legs as his body faced towards Sanji.
The blond sighed softly, lips quirked into a fond smile as he set the coffee cup down on the nightstand. It clinked and Zoro's brow furrowed in his sleep as he mumbled incoherently.
"Zoro," Sanji said as he brought his legs up onto the bed and slid his body down, curling up next to his husband. One leg was laid over Zoro's and his head pillowed beneath one of his arms while his other reached out to caress Zoro's cheek.
"It's time to wake up, we have plans today." Sanji said, thumb rubbing gently across Zoro's cheekbone.
Zoro grunted, eyelids fluttering before a single eye peeked open.
"Welcome to the world of the living, Marimo." Sanji's thumb continued it's soft caress and Zoro groggily dropped a hand atop Sanji's, keeping it in place as he burrowed his face into the space between their heads.
"Too early," Sanji heard Zoro's muffled voice complain and he chuckled.
"It's already 10 in the morning, I've let you sleep in plenty. Plus, you need to shave before we head out." Sanji's thumb stroked from the rise of Zoro's cheekbone down to his jaw where prickly stubble had begun to grow.
Zoro's fingers gripped around Sanji's hand and pulled it from his face. He lifted his head, turning sleepy eyes towards the blond.
"Can we cancel?"
Sanji laughed, bringing Zoro's hand towards him and placed it upon his own cheek.
"Nami would kill us if we missed seeing her and Vivi while they're back in town. Besides, you always look so good right after shaving," Sanji teased and Zoro felt warmth flood his face.
"I'll shave when you shave off that damn goatee."
Sanji laughed again, patting Zoro's hand, "Don't be stubborn, Marimo. I can help, if you want me to, that is."
Zoro looked at the wall behind Sanji, mouth pulled into a firm line that Sanji could only describe as a grumpy pout. Yet, even as Zoro’s grumpy morning personality shined through and his 5 o'clock shadow stood out stubbly and prominent, Sanji couldn't help but think that there wasn’t anywhere else he’d rather be.
“We might be able to invite them over for brunch instead of going out. That is-“ Sanji booped his nose against Zoro’s, “If they agree and you’re able to get ready before they get here.”
Zoro’s mouth lifted into a pleased little smile, as if that’s what he’d wanted from the start.
“As if they’d turn down a chance to eat your cooking.”
Sanji rolled his eyes, “Flattery will get you everywhere, don't you know?”
Zoro hummed, deep and raspy from sleep.
"Someone might have told me that before," Zoro mused as he leaned forward and Sanji met him in the middle, a soft chuckle falling from him as their lips met. 'Soft', Zoro thought as they parted, foreheads resting against each other.
"Get up and I'll help you get ready. Come on, Marimo." Sanji pressed a kiss to the corner of Zoro's mouth and then moved to get up.
Zoro’s arms wrapped around Sanji’s waist and he pressed his face against his back. Sanji picked his coffee back up, taking a sip.
"I'm gonna call Nami and while I do that, get everything ready." Sanji stood and Zoro's arms dropped, hanging off the side of the bed.
"Tell her I want a rematch from last time."
Sanji reached back, gently pushing a finger against Zoro's forehead.
"We'll see. At least if Nami agrees I'll get some time to catch up with Vivi."
"As if you could have missed anything when you talk to them weekly." Zoro shook his head as he sat up, kicking the blanket off his legs until it puddled into a pile at the bottom of the bed.
"Sanji paused in the doorway, turning his head to glance back at Zoro.
"That's over the phone, you know I'd rather talk in-person when I have the chance."
Zoro shrugged, talking was talking, but he knew seeing the girls again after so long was important to the blond. He watched as Sanji excited the room and heard the gentle padding of Sanji's feet on the floor as he paced. Not even moments later his voice rang loud throughout the house, "Hi, Nami-swan!" Sanji's happy chatter gave Zoro the push to finally roll himself out of bed with a startled yawn.
Zoro scratched along his stomach, eyes blinking blearily. He'd been up later than he liked the night before, curled up with Sanji on the couch as they watched a movie that'd recently come out. Sanji had been the one excited for it, but somehow Zoro was the one that had ended up staying awake to finish it while the blond had knocked out with his head against Zoro's shoulder.
Zoro dragged himself to their closet, sifting through it until he found a shirt he liked that was comfortable and a pair of jeans. He pulled the jeans over his boxers, tucking the shirt beneath an arm, and headed to the bathroom.
The shirt was set on the counter while he moved on autopilot, gathering up the shaving cream and razor. By the time he had it set out on the counter, Sanji came waltzing into the bathroom with a happy little smile.
“They agreed,” He said in a singsong tone, hands gliding over Zoro’s shoulders as they locked eyes in the mirror. One of Sanji’s hands reached up, touching softly over the stubble on Zoro’s face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Mossy.” Sanji kissed the back of his neck and Zoro’s stomach fluttered.
Sanji’s hands guided Zoro to turn around and he pushed him back til Zoro was leaning against the counter. Sanji grabbed the shaving cream, spraying a small dollop in his hand.
Zoro tensed as it touched his cheek, smooth and cold. Sanji’s fingers rubbed gently along his jawline and up his cheek to where the stubble stopped.
Their gazes locked as Sanji smirked, a single finger raised, covered in shaving cream, and Zoro’s eyes widened.
“Don’t you d-“
Sanji swiped it along Zoro’s nose and he lightly shoved Sanji as his nose twitched at the feeling of it sliding down and tickling.
Sanji laughed, one hand covering his mouth while the other was kept raised to keep the shaving cream off of him.
Zoro’s face twisted, nose scrunched up as he let out a soft “fuck- ah,” and Sanji’s face fell.
“Marimo, do-“ “Choo!”
Sanji stared down at his shirt, clean hand touching lightly over his face only to find there was nothing on him.
Zoro wiped at his nose, smirking.
“Idiot, I should have actually sneezed. Would have been a good payback.”
Sanji pouted, turning the faucet on and rinsed the shaving cream off his hand and Zoro stuck his finger under the water above Sanji’s hand to rinse his off as well.
“Such a troublesome plant. Let’s finish pruning you,” Sanji gave a small tsk.
“You started it,” Zoro reminded him, dragging his hand along his jeans to dry it. Once it was no longer damp he took Sanji’s chin between his thumb and index finger. Sanji kept his gaze down, feeling his heartbeat stutter.
“You should know better than to start something you can’t finish, Cook.”
Sanji’s cheeks turned a rosy pink and he picked up the razor. He slowly raised his gaze, meeting Zoro’s eyes.
He turned his head until Zoro’s fingers let go of his chin and then put a hand to Zoro’s chest, holding him in place as he brought the razor up to his cheek. Slowly Sanji slid it down, Zoro tilted his head as in one clear motion Sanji left a clean line striped through the shaving cream from Zoro’s cheek to beneath his chin.
“You shouldn’t tease someone who has a blade to your neck.”
Zoro smirked, peeking at the blond from his tilted position.
“Ah, what was it we agreed to? In sickness and in health, right? I guess it’s okay if you’re a little twisted.”
Sanji’s eyebrow raised in a simple quiet question, ‘are you done?’ and Zoro resisted the urge to grab Sanji and press his covered cheek to the blond’s. He looked too cute, pout in place with his eyebrow raised, twitching ever so faintly, it was hard to stay still when Sanji looked so adorably annoyed that his taunts were met.
“I’m in your hands,” Zoro said, voice soft and unarming, Sanji’s eyebrow lowered as he rolled his eye.
“Don’t get sappy on me now, Marimo. Save it for later.”
“Later as in once Nami and Vivi leave or later as in tonight later?”
“Keep trying to be coy and it’ll be never,” Sanji threatened, voice nowhere near as serious as he hoped for it to be. He sounded more endeared, completely whipped by the man before him.
Zoro chuckled, stopping as Sanji raised the razor once more and in another smooth motion, cleared away the next section. Over and over; shave, rinse, repeat. It was soothing, feeling Sanji’s hands on him as he gave up control for something so basic. Sensing Sanji’s attentive gaze trained on his face while his hands worked their soft magic.
Zoro leaned his head on Sanji’s hand as the blond cradled his face, turning it to get next to his ear without nicking him.
“Almost done, just a little more.” Sanji hummed softly, focused as he got the last piece. He rinsed the razor once he was done and set it aside.
Zoro turned to face the sink and washed off the last remnants of shaving cream that clung to his face. He grabbed the small washcloth Sanji had held out in offering and patted his face dry. As Zoro lowered it he eyed himself in the mirror, hand stroking over the now smooth skin.
“Looks good, Curly. Thanks.”
He turned, hands raising to press against Sanji’s chest as Sanji caged him in with his hands against the counter.
“How bold, couldn’t even let me finish getting ready before you pounced. I thought you said later?”
“I’m just admiring the view, I don’t know what you mean.” Sanji said, voice dipping low and syrupy thick.
“Don’t you need to prepare for the girls?” Zoro asked as he slipped his arms around Sanji’s waist, tugging him in close by the hips and Sanji chuckled.
“I’ll get to it, don’t worry about that. For now, I’m in your hands.”