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Sanji happily skipped towards the sleeping swordsman on the galley’s couch. They were both enjoying a nice vacation on the Sunny, both having lost a bet, forced to stay to guard the ship. Zoro had grumbled he would use the occasion to catch up on some sleep. Sanji was disappointed at first, unhappy with the idea that she had to stay bored on the ship instead of making herself useful on the island. But she later found an old notebook of hers in a random bag as she cleaned the dorms. The notebook was full of interesting recipe ideas she never got to try out. Their little vacation on the Sunny then turned out to be fun and relaxing.
“Wake up, my snoring sweet ball of moss.” She sang, waving a plate full of snacks, as if the smell would trap the Marimo in her spell.
Zoro awoke with a snort, blinking away his sleepiness, before eye-ing the food curiously. “Honey, you’re making me fat with all of these.” He remarked with a fond smile.
Sanji dramatically sighed, placing the back of her head to her temple. “Awh ! He called me honey !” She snickered as Zoro rolled his eyes and sat up to take a better look at the matcha biscuits in front of him. Sanji took a pause, realizing what the swordsman had said.
“What do you mean “fat” ?” She suddenly exclaimed with an outraged tone.
Zoro snorted again, pointing with his index finger to his soft belly. “What do you call that ?”
Sanji pouted. “All I see is a healthy, hydrated, pampered Marimo, nothing more !”
Zoro fully laughed at that, warming the cook’s heart. She actually took a better look at Zoro’s tummy while he started eating. Sure, his abs were no more visible. They were hidden behind the cutest layer of soft fat, that was no issue in her opinion. Hell, she loved it. It made her inexplicably happy that her food nourrished the swordsman properly, giving his body energy to sustain his absurd training regime. Besides his belly, other parts of him had gotten softer. His pecs were resting lower, bouncing when he jumped or ran. His obliques were replaced by the most adorable love handles. Sanji sighed dreamily. Zoro eyed her curiously, before resuming his eating.
He was mesmerizing when he ate, Sanji thought. He was fast, but wouldn’t miss any crumbs. He would lick them from his cheeks, pick them up on the plate, carefully finding any eventual ones he would have dropped on the couch.
“This is so good.” He said, mouth full with the last matcha biscuits.
“Manners.” Sanji warned, taking the empty plate from his hands to replace it with a cup of white wine. As if to provoke her, Zoro chugged the beverage in one go, and burped.
“A true caveman.” She muttered. But her affection got the best of her. “The cutest of them all.” She added, planting a kiss on the swordsman’s forehead.
Zoro wasn’t often going soft on her. He had only recently gotten convinced to use a few pet names, but they were still fairly rare. He also wasn’t one to initiate physical touch. He would accept Sanji’s affection, but he generally had other ways to communicate his love. Today, however, seemed to have all the planets aligned for the sweetest of Marimos.
Putting his hands to her hips, he gently dragged her closer, making room for her to sit in his lap. He lost himself into a series of kisses, indulging her cheeks, nose, and lips. Sanji purred. “What’s that, mister swordsman ?”
“Dunno.” He answered, smiling against her, only stopping on the corner of her lip to give it small licks. “Tastes like matcha there.” He hummed.
Sanji caught his tongue with her own, melting into their kiss. Without realizing, her hands went from Zoro’s shoulders, to his chest, to his hips. She felt the softest of his skin there. The swordsman kept kissing her, seemingly not noticing her being handsy. She pushed her luck, moving on the front to massage his lower stomach, enjoying the squishy feel of his fat gain there. Moving above his navel, she noticed Zoro’s belly was rounder there, full of the food he had been fed throughout the day, so much so she had to cup it with both her hands.
“Where are you going ?” he asked sloppily against her lips, as she stuck a shy finger in his navel.
Sanji purred. “I’m not sure.” She started slow circle motions in there, getting deeper with each one, making Zoro moan, leaning against her. “Wait, Mossy, you’re heavy !” She huffed, stopping her activity to hold back the swordsman and avoid getting crushed.
“Consequences of your actions.” he slurred, now sleepily sucking at her neck.
Soon, the wet smacks of his lips were replaced by soft snorings. Sanji gave a small push, relieved of the swordsman’s weight as he fell back messily laying on the couch. She fondly watched his soft tummy rose with every breath.
“This is not fair.” she said, giving an ultimate kiss right above his navel. “So much work for poor little me just to feed a clingy and round Marimo.”
She happily walked back to the kitchen, opening her old notebook once more, calculating what to have the swordsman eat next.