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It was another lazy evening, Zoro was sprawled out on her side, scrolling mindlessly while she waited for Sanji to join her in bed. She could hear her humming something catchy, the sound coming from the bathroom. She was in there applying a thousand different products, every single one she claimed to swear by. Zoro usually didn’t pay any attention to her skincare routine, but tonight the seconds stretched on for eons and her feed really wasn’t interesting. After watching one too many gross looking high protein recipe videos, the kind that Sanji would find absolutely appalling, Zoro chucked her phone aside. She swung her legs off the side of the bed and leapt to her feet, casually strolling over to the bathroom while running a hand through her shaggy green hair. She leaned against the door frame and watched Sanji do her thing. Her lush hair was pushed back with an obnoxiously fluffy head band, she leaned in extra close to the mirror staring at her reflection as she rubbed something that foamed and bubbled into her skin. Products were scattered across the counter top, which indicated she was close to being done. Zoro admired how lovely she looked without her bangs hiding away most of her face but didn’t let it show on her face. She just kept her ‘this is stupid and I’m annoyed’ resting face, then let out a little huff, just to emphasize that annoyance.
“Why waste your time with all that shit?” Zoro asked, which made Sanji roll her eyes.
“Because I care about the health of my skin, like a regular person,” Sanji retorted, while rinsing off her face. She squirted something else onto her fingers and massaged it into her pores before turning to face Zoro. “Seriously, you need to let me do it to you sometime, you workout so much but barely take the time to wash the sweat off your face. Your poor pores are just begging to breathe” She added, while reaching out to grasp her girlfriend's face. Zoro wanted to say something snarky back, but was distracted by the blonde’s touch. Sanji tutted as she pulled Zoro closer, assessing the damage.
“It’s worse than I thought…” she murmurs. Zoro’s face heats up under her gaze, they’re so close together and Sanji is just staring at her. After a few more seconds, she can’t handle it anymore and pulls away, turning to face the wall.
“It’s fine, you’re just overdramatic,” Zoro mumbles halfheartedly.
“No, I’m not.” Sanji says. There’s a cold silence for a few moments, before Sanji speaks again, with a louder, harsher tone. “I’ve decided, I’m going to save your skin and you’re not going to complain about it.”
Zoro wants to ask what that entails, but before she can Sanji is scooping up bottles and boxes and pushing Zoro towards their bed. She stumbles, backwards until the backs of her knees hit the mattress and she falls back onto it. Sanji dumps her products onto their duvet and scurries back into the bathroom, getting a wet cloth and a few more things she needs. Zoro just sits, a bit dumbfounded by this development. She hadn’t expected her little bit of teasing would lead to this scenario and she doesn’t know if she should fight it or let it happen. The decision is made for her when Sanji returns, climbs onto her lap, and starts to gently caress her face with the warm facecloth. She starts to smear a green paste over her skin and Zoro really couldn’t care less what she was doing at the moment, she is too enamoured by the proximity of her girlfriend. She can’t take her eyes off her lips, the feeling of her warm breath contrasting with the cold gloop that’s covering her cheeks and nose and forehead, none of it matters right now because Zoro is focused on the beautiful girl that is sitting on her. She admires her eyes and nose and freckles and most of all her curly eyebrows. God her face was so pretty, why didn’t Zoro do this more often? She was pulled from her thoughts when Sanji tugged her hair back, clipping it out of the way so it didn’t mix in with whatever substance was on her face.
“Wait hey- who told you you could do that?!” Zoro asks with faux anger in her tone, she doesn’t want her girlfriend to see this weakness of hers.
“I decided I could,” Sanji replies flatly, which makes Zoro scowl. “Okay now wait for that to dry…” She got up and left the bedroom, abandoning Zoro to her own devices to stay entertained for the next 10 minutes. It was excruciating, the weird gloop drying on her face and the lack of anything to do, but eventually Sanji came back with a dumb smirk on her face.
“You actually did it, good job mosshead.” She said coyly, before hurrying to the bathroom to rewet the face cloth she had been using. She was more rough with cleaning off her face this time, scrubbing harshly to ensure all the green paste was gone.
“Looks better already,” She remarked, half under her breath like she wasn’t really talking to Zoro.
Next was some type of cleanser, which foamed like the stuff she had seen on Sanji’s face earlier. And then came… patches? But no, they weren’t like a sticker, they had the same consistency as jelly, Sanji pressed them under her eyes, then reached for what could’ve been a cooking tool. She held it up next to his head and let out a little laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Zoro asked, aggressiveness seeping into her tone.
“You two are twinning,” Sanji says, giggling a bit more at the way that makes Zoro’s eyes widen.
“We are NOT.” She says firmly, trying to snatch whatever that thing was away from Sanji. It didn’t work, she grabbed her wrist and put her foot on her chest, pushing her onto her back.
“Yes you are, you’re both green” Sanji says, like that is enough to warrant them being called ‘twins’. Zoro wants to fight back more, but Sanji’s on top of her, rolling the jelly things onto her skin with the messed up green tool that she is definitely not twinning with. She finally thinks of a witty retort to refute Sanj’s claims, but a similar jelly then Sanji slaps a similar jelly thing over her lips, meaning Zoro’s only way to express her discontent is by staring swords at Sanji. While Zoro sits with the weird patch jelly things on her face, Sanji tosses away the packaging they came in. She comes back and peels the cold jelly off of Zoro’s face and starts to rub in all the extra moisture it left on her skin.
“What was the point of putting one on my mouth?”
“Makes your lips softer,”
“Does it actually work?” Zoro asks skeptically, since she couldn’t feel any real difference, she just felt a bit wetter than before.
“Let’s find out,” Sanji says, before Zoro can ask how, her girlfriend is grabbing her face and pulling her into a gentle kiss. Their lips melt together in a soft kiss, definitely softer now that Zoro’s lips aren’t overly dry. She brings her own hands up to grasp at Sanji’s luscious blonde hair, keeping her steady against her. They savour the kiss, Zoro drinking up the feeling of her lover's lips. She’s sloppier than Sanji, trying to deepen it with her tongue, but Sanji doesn’t allow them to get carried away, almost like to her she truly was just trying to test and see if Zoro’s lips were softer. When she pulls away, Zoro’s panting and doesn’t let go of her hair, trying to pull her back in. Sanji tsks and reaches for Zoro’s wrists, prying them off of her.
“Let me finish, we’re almost done,” Sanji scolds, so Zoro relents. A tube of some cream is grabbed, which Sanji rubs into her skin in all the places the jelly didn’t touch. When she nears her hairline, she sighs, noticing the increase of red blemishes.
“You seriously need to shower more,”
“I shower enough,”
“No you don't. You go to the gym everyday and your hair gets so greasy. How do I get you to shower more?”
“Maybe if you showered with me…”
“I can’t think of anything that sounds worse than that.” There’s a brutal honesty in Sanji’s voice that makes Zoro cringe.
“I meant so we could-”
“I know what you meant.”
Zoro pouts while Sanji finishes rubbing the cream on her face, then pulls out what seems to be a sticker sheet. There’s little tiny stickers of different dishes and Sanji pulls off a sushi one, and reaches to press it onto her nose. Before she , Zoro stops her and protests.
“Okay, now you’re just fucking with me. There is absolutely no way that those stickers will benefit my skin.”
“Actually, they’re not stickers. They’re hydrocolloid patches and suck all the gunk out of your pores. Trust me darling, you need these.”
Zoro takes a while to consider her words, then nods curtly. Even if Sanji is just fucking with her, it can’t hurt to try it. She’ll just pull them off tomorrow morning before anyone can see them. Sanji starts to adorn her face with different types of sushi and onigiri, covering up all her bigger, more juicy looking pimples, the kind that are ready to be popped. She sticks the last one on and smiles at him.
“All done!” Sanji cheers, and Zoro lets out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding in. The process made her a bit sleepy in all honesty, have your girlfriend wash your face with warm water so many times really takes the energy out of you. Sanji gathers up her products from the bed and returns them to the bathroom. Zoro readjusts herself against the pillows, so she’s in a comfortable position that also allows Sanji room to come slot in next to her. Sanji of course notices this and takes the unspoken invitation to curl up next to Zoro, resting her head on her chest so she can hear the thrum of her heartbeat.
“Was that so awful?” She asks quietly, while tracing patterns against Zoro’s skin with her soft fingers.
“...no” Zoro admits gruffly, making Sanji grin.
“Thank you for letting me do that, I really enjoyed it,”
“Well don’t get used to it.” She says, but her heart isn’t in it and both of them know it. They let themselves get wrapped up in the soft tenderness of the evening, their hands stay gentle and comforting as they hold one another. Zoro presses a kiss to the top of her blonde hair, then nuzzles against its softness. The two lay together until sleep embraces the both of them.