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Sanji’s hands were truly a work of art.
Zoro was currently sitting on the kitchen counter, ( much to Sanji’s dismay,) watching the cook in action. He was prepping snacks to take out to the rest of the crew. It was nearing the evening, and everyone had cracked on to the cook’s ever repeating routine.
Zoro was just here to be in Sanji’s presence. They had found themselves falling into that routine as of late, since one of their slightly tipsy sparring sessions was met with a different sort of passion to them. Neither complained, and Zoro was the one to seek out Sanji once they were sober to actually talk things through.
So now, the swordsman was allowed to be here, just admiring Sanji’s hands; how they so meticulously carried out his craft. His thin and slender fingers made quick work of fruits that were needing to be chopped and positioned into a top-tier salad. Sanji’s hands, while pristine, still had indications of history on them. Scars that Zoro didn’t know the story to, or small callouses that formed from the almost-constant knives that he held.
They are something that gives out endless kindness, feeding the hungry and holding others for comfort. They are something that will provide for as long as Sanji breathes; for as long as Sanji lives.
And Zoro can never get enough of them.
“Did I ever tell you how much I love your hands, Cook?” The words fell from Zoro’s mouth with a soft tone.
Sanji’s movements halted, turning himself to the other man, “Now where is this coming from?”
“Dunno. Come here a sec.” And Zoro outstretched his arms slightly, indicating his cook to come closer. Sanji complied easily, slipping between the swordsman’s legs and cupping his face.
Those hands, which Zoro admired so damn much , were met with kisses on each palm. He took them into his own, lightly tracing over a pale, raised line placed just between his forefinger and thumb. This didn’t go unnoticed by the cook, and a small smile formed on his face.
“I got that one from the first time I cooked for my mom.” Sanji’s eyes were following Zoro’s thumb, a warm expression coating his features, “I was terrified I‘d get caught in the kitchen and my hand slipped. I was also definitely not holding the onion correctly. Never occurred to me that I should have got it checked, otherwise it wouldn’t be so… noticeable.”
“Ever the selfless, aren’t you?” Zoro placed yet another kiss, directly on top of said scar. It was sweet, knowing that Sanji only ever did things for others. Sometimes, however, the swordsman had to remind his cook that he was allowed to indulge in things for himself.
Sanji hummed lightly, gazing softly at the two sets of hands intertwined in front of him. He never realised how caring and gentle their swordsman is. Zoro has been so tentative toward Sanji since they had gotten closer, fine tuning onto when he needs to rest and when he wants someone to spend time with. Who ever thought the brute had it in him?
Zoro gently unlinked their hands, placing his own on Sanji’s shoulders and pulling the blonde in for a kiss. It was slow and languid, fitting the atmosphere the pit had built up perfectly. Lips moving in tandem; Sanji leaning in more to get even closer to his swordsman and gently hooking his arms over the broader man’s shoulders.
It came naturally now, the way the pair showed their affection. Always casual touches and slides of the hand while passing by, like it was something they had always done. Zoro was the first to pull away, looking Sanji in the eyes and getting lost in the tantalising blue, looking like the ocean the cook always dreamed of. Sanji looked back at Zoro with a slight tint to his cheeks and a lazy smile on his face.
“Hey, Zoro,”
“Hm?”
“You know what my treasure is, right?”
“Hmm, I don’t know,” there was a teasing tone to his voice, a smirk playing on his lips, “You might have to show me.”
Sanji chuckled at the response, of course he’d say that. “Maybe after dinner, Mossy. Then I can show you.”
The chef turned around, letting go of Zoro and returning to his work. He couldn’t shake off the moss for long though, with him coming up behind Sanji and snaking his arms around the slender waist in front of him.
“Your treasure is also my treasure, Sanji. Remember that.”
With a kiss to Sanji’s temple, Zoro left the galley, leaving a flustered cook in the kitchen.