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It’s the winter time for those who come from the East Blue, and thankfully, the Sunny has docked on a winter island this time around.
They finally have a time to rest, and Sanji had decided he wanted to celebrate with his now romantic partner, Zoro. What better way than to rent a cabin to celebrate their year together?
As he prepares a basket to take to the cabin with them, Sanji reminisces on the time they finally confessed their feelings for one another. It had been almost exactly a year beforehand, and it had been a complete mess. They had landed in a winter island then too, and they had all gone to a few cabins to rest, with Brook staying in the Sunny by preferring to be in the ship. The girls had gotten one cabin, Jinbe and Franky had gotten the biggest cabin for themselves, and Luffy had ended up with Usopp and Chopper, which left Sanji with Zoro.
Of course, things hadn’t gone too well. Suddenly, a snow storm had started and even though they had communication with the other cabins, the snow made it impossible to leave. Sanji was freaking out because he had made food for everyone, but simply not enough to pass a storm with. Zoro was worried for a moment, making sure no one had been outside in the storm, before relaxing on one of the beds in the cabin and drinking some sake.
“Relax, curly,” Zoro had said then, waving Sanji off, “They’ll be fine, it’ll stop by mid morning.”
“Luffy will call in probably two hours because he ate all his food.” Sanji had lit a cigarette, and was smoking it, worried.
“Usopp knows how to cook, he’ll be fine. There’s ingredients in the cabins, remember?”
“But his food won’t be as nutritious as it needs to be though,” Sanji sighed, he remembers clearly, because he was so worried that Zoro actually got up, grunting, put his bottle away, and walked the few steps to where Sanji had been standing, smoking out the window which is cracked a tiny bit.
“Chill,” Zoro had actually pushed him with a finger on his shoulder, and Sanji had gotten mad. How could he be attracted to this infuriating man?!
“Screw off, mosshead, let me worry,” Sanji had clicked his tongue and thrown the cigarette butt out of the window, and closed it.
“No, we’re here to relax, so relax.”
Sanji had turned to the swordsman, and had wanted to say something mean to him, but Zoro had looked… Ethereal, with the low light illuminating him from behind, and his annoyed face had made his eye stand out, beautiful and full of life.
“What’s up, curly? Cat got your tongue?” And then he had opened his mouth.
“You’re insufferable, you know?” Sanji had tried to move, but Zoro hadn’t let him.
With a smirk, Zoro had boxed him in against the cabin wall, putting his face up close to Sanji’s and licked his lips. Sanji had felt like he was dying.
“What are you going to do about it?”
That was the time that Sanji had decided to screw safety to the wind, and take the first step. He had leaned in and kissed Zoro on the lips. Zoro, instead of doing what Sanji thought he’d do (which was push him away and pretend it didn’t happen, or fight him, one of the two), had wrapped his arms around Sanji’s waist and kissed him back.
They had kissed for the longest time, wrapped in each other’s arms, only taking moments to breathe and stare at each other.
“So you like me huh?” Zoro had asked, and Sanji had groaned, hiding his blushing face on Zoro’s chest. What a nice chest it is too.
“Shut up, mosshead,” He was smiling so much his face was hurting.
“Does this mean you wanna be my partner?” Zoro had asked, petting Sanji’s head with one hand and whispering “Soft,” as he did.
“What? Can’t say the word boyfriend?” Sanji had teased him, looking at Zoro’s face, which had been pink with a blush.
“Shut up,” And so they had kissed again, Sanji chuckling into Zoro’s lips, and Zoro rolling his eye as he did.
Sanji gets pulled back to the present by a pair of strong arms wrapping around his middle.
“Whatcha making?” Zoro asks, and Sanji smiles.
“Putting our basket together,” He answers, and turns to his side to give Zoro a kiss on the cheek when the swordsman puts his chin on Sanji’s shoulder.
They hadn’t told the crew they were dating, but of course, they had found out on their own. Except for Luffy. They told Luffy.
And Luffy had just blinked, looked at them, and gone “Weren’t you dating already?” So that’s how it went.
Ever since the crew learnt they were dating, Zoro had become more touchy feely, which gave Sanji many a heart leaps, being suddenly hugged, or kissed on the cheek, or caressed lovingly. The little touches on his hands were his favourites though. Zoro, with his rough, calloused hands, would touch Sanji’s fingers, link their fingers together, draw some random lines on Sanji’s palms, poke lightly at the small marks from time in the kitchen.
One night, Sanji had asked Zoro why he played so much with his hands, and Zoro had shrugged, only saying, “it’s your treasure.” Of course, Sanji blushed furiously, and had kissed Zoro on the forehead.
Zoro smiles, and tries to take a side pickled veggie, but Sanji slaps his hand away. “For later, don’t eat it now.”
Zoro rolls his eye, but nods. “Are you packing drinks for us?”
“Of course, I got a really got year for a wine, and even some fancy sake for you.” Sanji finishes packing the basket and closes it, turning around and wrapping his arms around Zoro’s shoulders.
Zoro smirks, and kisses him against the kitchen counter, his hands on Sanji’s waist, and Sanji melts. To be quite honest, he melts every single time Zoro kisses him, so it’s nothing new.
They stop kissing when they hear someone coming into the galley, Zoro moving to the side and Sanji letting him go with a happy sigh.
“I managed to convince Chopper nothing is going to happen, so you’re good to go,” Robin tells them, after entering, and smiling at them.
“Thanks, my beautiful Robin!” Sanji smiles at her, and moves around the kitchen, serving her a cup of coffee, and putting it on the dinning table for her. Zoro stays by the basket, watching him.
Robin smiles at Zoro, as if knowing something Sanji doesn’t. He turns to look at them each, but shrugs, and goes to the fridge, to get a snack he had prepared for the ladies. “Make sure you let my dear Nami she has a snack too!” He tells Robin as he serves her delicious treat.
“Don’t worry, I will,” Robin takes a sip of her coffee, “go have fun, you two/“
Sanji nods, and turns to Zoro, “come on mosshead, let’s go.”
Zoro grabs the basket without saying anything, but nods as he clutches his swords at his side and goes for the door. Sanji waves at Robin before he leaves the galley, and they make their way to the winter village.
There’s a lot of people in this village, and Sanji talks with a few, specially in the markets, and even gets curious about a few of the sweet wines they offer. Of course, he has to go after Zoro when the swordsman turns the wrong way.
They make their way, and then the people are less and less, and they finally reach the cabin they rented for the evening. It’s a lot fancier than the one they had gotten the previous year with separate room and kitchen and dining room, and there’s curtains in all the windows, and even a fridge that’s big enough for Sanji’s taste.
“It’s nice,” Zoro says as he walks in, looking around the place.
Sanji takes the basket from him and brings it to the kitchen, emptying it out and putting the cold things in the fridge for later. There’s nothing he has to prepare and cook, as everything is fully ready, but having the option to heat up stuff and cool things is amazing.
They’re going to spend the night together, eating good food, drinking good drinks, and Sanji finds it extremely romantic, and he’s looking forwards to it. Except Zoro does his own thing the way he always does, and after putting his swords on the coffee table, he drops on the couch and sighs loudly.
“Come here, curly,” He says, and pats his legs and Sanji rolls his eyes.
“You’re a brute,” But he still makes his way to the couch and sits on Zoro’s extended legs, making himself comfortable in the hard muscle before Zoro sits up and pulls him down towards him.
Sanji laughs as he lands on Zoro’s chest, and Zoro chuckles, and they look at each other for a moment, before kissing again.
It’s a slow and soft kiss, and Sanji sighs into it and then breaks it, laying down with his head on Zoro’s shoulder.
“Wanna nap?” Zoro asks, and Sanji hums.
“You know I never nap…” Sanji says, but he yawns.
Zoro smirks, and plays with Sanji’s hair, until Sanji falls asleep, which doesn’t take long actually. “Never nap eh?” Zoro whispers, before closing his eye and resting his arm on Sanji’s back, and falling asleep.
Sanji wakes up a few hours later, when it’s already dark out. He’s a bit disoriented for a moment, but when he feels Zoro’s chest moving with his breathing, and smiles.
“I guess I napped,” He pokes Zoro’s cheek a few times, until his one eye opens and looks at him. “Wake up, it’s time to eat.”
“Hmm…fine.”
Sanji stands up from his comfortable position on top of Zoro, and stretches, and he notices Zoro watching him. “Like what you see?” He teases, watching Zoro sit up on the couch and stretch his arms over his head.
“Very much so,” Zoro smirks, and pulls him into a hug, placing his head on Sanji’s lower belly, and Sanji pets Zoro’s head.
“Good,” Sanji smiles, and Zoro’s stomach rumbles. “Ah, perfect timing I guess.”
Zoro lets go of him without saying anything, knowing the way Sanji moves and does things so well it makes Sanji’s heart skip a beat. The cook goes into the kitchen while Zoro lazily moves around the living room, his swords left on the table.
“Bottle or a cup?” Sanji asks, warming the sake on the stove.
“Cup, let’s make it fancy.” Zoro answers from his spot in the dinning room.
Sanji chuckles, and nods, and takes the sake cup from the basket, where he had packed it just in case. He gets his favourite wine glass too, and serves himself his red wine, smelling it, feeling the fruity and woody smells in it.
“Is it good?” Zoro asks, suddenly behind him, and Sanji nods.
“Smells delicious, so I’m sure it’ll taste even better,” And he takes a sip, all his expectations met. “Knew it.”
Zoro chuckles, and helps Sanji serve the food, putting the utensils on the table and the cups, as Sanji moves the small sake bottle to the table with one hand, and his food with the other.
“Cheers,” Sanji says, after he sits on the small table across from Zoro, and Zoro raises his sake cup after serving himself, “to us.”
“To us,” Zoro says says and smiles, setting the cup down and taking a sip, “damn, this is fantastic, thank you.”
Sanji smiles and nods, “glad it is.”
They eat with little talk, as usual, just enjoying the food and the company. After the food is gone, they sit drinking for a bit, before getting up and cleaning the dishes. They clean and dry everything, putting in the basket again all the things they used, except for the drink ware.
When they’re done with it all, they move the drinks and bottles to the living room, and they find spaces on the coffee table to put them in. They sit on the couch and drink together, and talk about anything and nothing and everything at once.
“I want to go back to the Baratie,” Zoro says suddenly, between sake sips.
“What for?” Sanji asks, putting his wine glass down and serving himself more.
“Wanna ask your old man for your hand in marriage,” Zoro says matter of factly, and Sanji almost spills the wine.
“W-what?”
Zoro turns to him, and nods, “One day I want to marry you, and by the time we make our way back to the East Blue, I’ll ask him.”
Sanji blushes furiously, and doesn’t know what to say.
Zoro smirks, and pokes Sanji’s cheek, “Breathe.”
Sanji didn’t realize he hadn’t taken a breath in almost a minute, and so he inhales, and exhales, and tries to not freak out.
“Would you really marry me?”
“Duh, why else would I say it?“
“Really?” Sanji feels like he’s in the clouds.
“I love you, Sanji, of course I’d marry you.” Zoro leans forwards for a kiss, and smiles, “Besides, you’d look so good in wedding gear,” and gives him a peck on his lips.
Sanji laughs, “I’ll make sure the food is good, then.”
“No, you won’t cook, we’ll let your dad handle it.” Zoro is sure of this, Sanji will be spoiled rotten that day. “For now though,” he says grabbing his sake cup and Sanji’s wine glass, and offering it to him, “happy anniversary, curly.”
Sanji takes the wine glass with a smile, “happy anniversary, mosshead,” and takes a sip of his wine.
They look at each other, and kiss each other one more time, before talking a bit more while drinking.