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Zoro watched as they drew near to the Braite, the moon dipping below the horizon; he hadn't seen Sanji in a few months. He was busy trying to save enough money to buy new earrings. They were gold and dangle like his own, but they had a heart made from a blue gem. They caught the light just right and sparkled in a way that reminded Zoro of the shining across the sea. When he first saw them he had to have them, they looked just like his mate's eyes.
Johnny came to sit beside him yawning, it was still early. They sailed through the night. The Baratie would be getting ready for the day soon, Zoro was going to find Zeff and ask for Sanji's hand in marriage, he thought it was old fashioned but Curly loved romantic shit. Besides, the old geezer would kill him if he didn't.
“Wow, is that what I think it is?” Johnny asked him pointing at the weird fish shaped restaurant, and Sanji had told him about Zeffs chicken figurehead from back when he was a pirate. The old geezer had questionable taste when it came to shapes of boats. “Man, I've heard of this place! The food is supposed to be to die for! There's always a good fight to see and rumor has it there is a pretty blond omega who works there,” He felt Yosaku join them. “People saw he looks like an angel,”
“All ture, the pretty blonde's my mate,” Zoro proudly bragged. He wasn't jealous of other men looking, they had no chance. Women on the hand that was a different story.
“Wait, you have a mate?” Yosaku asked, shocked for some reason.
“No fucking duh, the marks right thire,” Zoro pointed to the back of his neck, right where Sanji could always protect him.
“Wow would ya look at that!”
“Way to go bro!”
Zoro spotted a blonde head out on the deck, most likely smoking a cigarette and having black tea watching the sun rise. Zoro couldn't wait anymore, he patted his harmikn making sure the jewelry box was tucked away safely. Zoro stood up and jumped out of their small boat.
“Zoro!”
“What are you doing?”
“I'm swimming to Sanji!” Their boat was going too slow and he couldn't wait any longer, Zoro swam towards his omega, his Sanji. His heart was pounding in his chest at the thought of holding the blond in his arms once again.
When he got to the deck Sanji was waiting for him, his hair aglow in the early morning light. Zoro understood why people would compare Sanji to an angel…if they never met him.
“Marmio? About damn time you made your way back here,” Sanji smirked. “Maybe you should stay in the water a little longer, I'll bring you some soap and you can wash your smelly ass,” Sanji's smoke hearts betrayed how happy he was to see him.
“See if I ever come for a visit again if your gonna be like that,” Zoro huffed before climbing out of the water.
“The old geezer would be happy,”
“Well that's too damn bad for him,” Zoro grinned and scooped Sanji into his arms and spun him around.
The blonde laughed and took his face in between his hands, his long fingers caressing his cheeks before their lips met. Zoro could taste the omegas tea and cigarettes. Something that shouldn't be so addictive but yet it was. When they finally came up for air Zoro put Sanji back down
"Marry me." The words tumbled out of his mouth as he returned Sanji to the floor.
The omega looked at him with amusement in his blue eyes, "Aren't you forgetting something,”
"What? Oh." Zoro dropped to one knee, and took out the jewelry box. The earrings glittered in the sunlight. "Marry me, I don't wish to be apart from you for a second longer,”
“Yes!” Sanji launched himself at Zoro, knocking them both to the deck, kissing the life out of him.
“Hey! You two no fucking on the deck!” Patty yelled at them.
Zoro didn't need to look to know that Sanji was flipping the other alpha off.