These are taken from a list of '30 days of OTP prompts' that I found on tumblr (and then modified somewhat with prompts of my own). I probably won't actually be able to get out one fic per day, but I've been having a bit of writer's block lately and writing short fics seems like a good way to work past that!

Reviews are always appreciated!

Day One Prompt: First Kiss
Rating: PG-13

Other Notes: Spoilers for recent chapters

First Kiss

"Thank you."

"For what?" Sanji glanced behind him as Law glided up with near silence, his ever-present frown still in place despite the words of gratitude.

"I realize I was…blunt with you in our last interaction, but you did keep Caesar from falling into enemy hands, and enemy hands that were far larger than I could have anticipated," he relayed, his voice even and lacking any shred of honesty that might have told Sanji whether his words were more than perfunctory.

"Yeah, well, you asked me to. Or told me to," he decided, since it wasn't as if Law had worded it as a request. "And then you…" he paused, frowning around the cigarette caught between his lips before shrugging his shoulders. That was altogether too personal, especially since Law probably only viewed him as a tool.

A useful tool, maybe, but Sanji wasn't under any illusions that Law harbored any actual affection for them. Yes, he'd heard from the others about Law's actions on Dressrosa, but that didn't mean anything in the long run. They were a means to an end, and now that the end had been achieved, he fully expected Law to take off the instant they met up with his crew again.

Law was staring at him and gave a rather slow blink of his strange golden eyes when Sanji met his gaze, but his expression was utterly unreadable.

Sanji felt, somehow, that Law was still expecting him to finish his earlier thought, and while he couldn't say he was keen on the idea, he also couldn't really deny that he'd rather he and Law part on amicable terms in case the chance ever arose they'd have to work together in the future.

That was the only reason, of course, since he was quite sure where Law was concerned being anything other than the most casual of acquaintances was probably impossible.

"I don't refuse requests from friends," he finally said, speaking as carefully as he could. "Especially not after I hear them get fucking riddled with bullets," his voice was a little tighter than he'd like, but he heard Law's breath catch.

"You…"

"We were all on a conference call," he cleared his throat and tried to keep it from getting tight and making his voice even raspier than it already was. "I heard everything."

"Well," Law sounded as unconcerned as ever now, like the momentary break in his icy façade had never happened. "Whatever your reasons were, thank you. It's better he's in our hands than with anyone else."

"Yeah. You're welcome," Sanji grunted, taking the cigarette out of his mouth to blow a thin stream of smoke into the warm midday air. "I should thank you, too. Y'know. For saving my life," he added, and Law turned more fully to look at him.

Sanji studied the other man, taking him in for probably the first time since they'd met up again. He looked…tired, still, but after getting a laundry list of his injuries from Usopp that was probably to be expected. There were still bandages trailing from underneath his T-shirt down his right arm, and Sanji noticed that he used it as little as possible, but the very idea made his skin crawl because of his stark fear of ever losing his hands.

More than anything, though, Law looked…lost. Sanji knew all along he'd been right in his assessment that Law had some personal connection to Doflamingo, and while the details of that had been…fuzzy at best, since Luffy seemed to be the only one who knew anything about Law's past, there was no doubt that Law had been working toward this for several years and now that it was over he seemed unsure what direction he should head in next.

"I couldn't let him kill you," Law replied quietly, his lips drawn into a thin line. He didn't offer any more than that, and though Sanji was sure there was more, he wasn't going to press. "I don't let friends die if I can do anything to prevent it."

Sanji flinched, because his initial thought was that Law was throwing the word 'friends' back at him after he'd used it earlier, but Law wasn't sneering or doing anything else that told Sanji he was being sarcastic in any way.

"Friends, huh?" he laughed quietly, taking another drag of his cigarette so he could collect his thoughts.

Law shrugged rather half-heartedly, looking uncomfortable now as he took a hesitant step forward, and for the life of him Sanji couldn't figure out where his head was at.

"If you'll…I think I'd like that," Law didn't sound sure, and Sanji rolled his eyes and strode forward to lessen the distance between them even more. Law didn't move back, his hands clenched at his sides like he was looking for something to grab onto. Sanji noticed he was without both his hat and that sword he carried everywhere, and the result was that Law looked far more approachable than he normally did.

He looked like what he was – a young man forced to grow up far before his time who'd just been through hell and back, and Sanji in that moment lost any lingering hesitancy he'd had left (even if he tried to tell himself it wasn't the case, it was hard to look at Law and not think of his reputation, inaccurate and overblown as it may be).

"I think I need to learn how to live for myself," Law murmured, almost to himself. "I think…"

There was something thick in the air between them now, something that Sanji wasn't sure what to think of.

Sanji reached out before he could stop himself, his hand tightening around Law's wrist, and he heard the other man's breath hitch again.

"I don't know what I'm doing," Law admitted with a furious shake of his head, his body trembling slightly under Sanji's touch.

"You'll figure it out," Sanji promised, because he knew that Law would, and the fact that he was willing to change and get over…whatever grudge he'd been harboring for half of his life already spoke volumes.

Sanji knew what he was going to say next was taking a huge chance, and the possibility of it backfiring was just as likely as it succeeding, but he'd be lying to himself if he tried to pretend the reason he'd so vehemently refused to let Caesar escape even with a Yonko ship bearing down on them was just because he viewed Law as a friend.

He'd never allowed himself to imagine the possibility that there could be more, but with Law acting the way he was now…

Well, it still might get him cut in half, or whatever Law could do to him without his sword nearby, but he was willing to take that chance.

"Law," he said, trying to sound as firm as he could, and Law murmured a sound that might have been interest or acknowledgment. "Why did you really save me?"

Law huffed a quiet laugh, his left hand clutching at thin air again before it came to rest in the small of Sanji's back, and the blond heaved an internal sigh of relief that he hadn't been wrong.

"I told you," Law leaned a little closer, his entire body tense and his voice hardly sounding as confident as the words might imply. "I don't let friends die."

The cigarette went sailing overboard as Sanji hooked his free arm around Law's neck and pulled himself up (and damn it, he wasn't used to feeling so short, but he'd figure it out), lips almost touching…though, he'd never do that without first making sure.

"Can I…"

Law nodded, a tight little jerk of his head, but it was enough and Sanji kissed him without waiting for anything more.

Law was completely still for long enough that Sanji thought he'd overstepped, at least until his arm tightened to pull the younger man in.

Sanji let go of Law's wrist to slide both hands up into his hair, the strands soft and fluffy under his fingertips. Law's other arm wrapped around his waist as well, drawing their bodies together.

Fuck, this was actually happening, but Sanji knew Law wasn't really in the right mind-set for this to go any farther right then. He pulled away reluctantly, closing his eyes and resting his cheek against Law's shoulder.

Law's arms never loosened and he propped his chin on Sanji's head, holding him in an embrace far more intimate than Sanji would have expected him to be capable of only a few minutes earlier.

"Friends," he mumbled against the older man's T-shirt, getting a hum in return.

"Indeed," Law's body was relaxed now, his voice back to being almost cockily irreverent. That was all he said, but it was enough to let Sanji know that maybe…just maybe…he could help Law a little with that whole 'figuring his life out' thing.

He breathed out slowly, feeling the tension seep from his body, and thought absently that, even though he hadn't considered it before…maybe Law might end up helping him, too.

After all, wasn't that what friends were for?