So, this story was sort of inspired by Mary Lambert's song "She Keeps Me Warm", and I don't own that or One Piece.
"She says I smell like, safety and home"
Zoro looked around the deck, but he couldn't see the blond-haired cook. They had just returned from the nearby town, where there had been a few more bounty hunters than normal. Sanji had stayed back to guard the ship, and now he was nowhere in sight. Zoro tried to ignore the panic that was rising in him, and he set off towards the kitchen. He opened the door, and froze.
"Zoro-aniki! Do you need something?" Franky asked. Zoro shook his head, and backed out of the room feeling perplexed. Then he growled a little. Franky and his goddamn ship. Whose idea was it to make a ship where the rooms constantly changed places? He walked down another hallway, and pulled open another door. He was disappointed again. Where's the kitchen? Zoro wandered around, his agitation growing, and then he smelt it. Zoro would recognize Sanji's cooking anywhere. He followed his nose, and made his way to the kitchen. As he walked inside Zoro felt himself relax. Sanji's back was to him, and he hadn't noticed Zoro come in. Zoro loved watching him cook. It was clean, precise, and Sanji looked so safe here. He approached the cook silently, and wrapped his arms around Sanji's waste, resting his head on his shoulder. Sanji smiled, and kept working.
"How was the town?"
"Lonely." The cook smirked.
"Baka. You can't spend even one day without me?" Zoro breathed in and let the food's aroma wash over him.
"Of course I can. I just feel better when I'm home." Sanji leaned his head against Zoro's.
"I know. I feel better when you're here. Then I know you're safe." Zoro placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, and then let the cook get back to work.