Hi~! My first One Piece fanfiction, here!

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Thanks for reading! Enjoy!

~BlueBell

Disclamer: I do not own One Piece or any of the characters except the cherries, the whipped cream and the bananas!


"Peaches...no pineapples...strawberries?"

Sanji was wondering what type of parfait he should serve to the lovely ladies on the deck today.

"Ah! Cherries! Cherries would suit Nami-swan and Robin-chwan perfectly!"

"I'd better start whipping the cream, too..."

*Bang!*

The kitchen door was kicked open and Sanji spun around to see a half asleep Zoro standing in the doorway.

"Oi, Marimo head. Get out of the kitchen." he yelled.

Zoro blinked sleepily, seemingly deaf to the insult that was thrown at him as he trudged into the room.

"...he's probably going for the alcohol, again." Sanji thought.

Sanji was busy creating the parfaits and wasn't really in the mood to fight him off, anyway, so he turned back to his cooking, ignoring the green haired idiot.

Suddenly, Sanji was pushed down onto the floor, his knife still in his hand. Above him was a now not-so sleepy Zoro.

"Wha-?!" Sanji exclaimed in surprise.

"Ha! You let your guard down! I win." Zoro declared, his voice still slightly horse from sleep.

Sanji placed his knife at Zoro's throat but before he could utter a threat, Zoro knocked the knife out of his hand and pinned both of his hands together.

A few seconds passed in silence, the two staring at each other.

"Get off of m-"

"No way. I finally got you in this kind of position, so no way." Zoro said.

"I said, get off...wait, what? ...This kind of position? What kind?"

Zoro grinned, "This kind."

He placed his lips onto Sanji's. Sanji's eyes popped wide open with shock. He thought about putting up a struggle, but surprisingly, Zoro tasted good.

"Hmm...tastes like cherries...did we have cherry wine back there?"

Zoro's tongue swirled around Sanji's exploring his mouth. Sanji couldn't get enough of the taste of Zoro and completely accepted the kiss.

Leaving Sanji's lips tingling with the sweet aftertaste of cherries, Zoro moved on, unbuttoning Sanji's blue shirt. Leaving a trail of kisses down to his chest, he made sure to suck hard on the nape of Sanji's neck, creating a pink bruise and earning a moan from Sanji.

Sanji could feel Zoro's rough fingers delicately tracing the outline of his abs, tracing lower and lower until his hands met the edge of Sanji's pants. He felt Zoro's hand slip inside and-

*Bang!*

Luffy was standing at the doorway, wide eyed.

"Z-Zoro...you...Sanji...

Why is Zoro in the kitchen, not me?! Why does he get to eat! I want to eat, too! Sanji~...Please?"

The two of them scrambled off the floor, panicked.

"S-sure, Luffy! What do you want to eat?" Sanji said shakily, covering up the bruise on his neck.

"Umm...Whatever Zoro was eating!" Luffy declared.

Sanji's mind blanked out.

"So? What was I eating, Sanji?" Zoro teased, smirking.

"Ch-cherries! That's what he was eating. Cherries." Sanji explained, "Or more like I was eating Zoro's cherries..."

"Oooh! Cherries~! I want cherries, Sanji!" Luffy chanted.

"Mhmm...Actually, Sanji, it wasn't only cherries I wanted...I'd like to have a banana, too, as desert." Zoro said suggestively.

"Shut up!" Sanji yelled, turning a dark shade of red, "Here, Luffy, your bowl of cherries. Now get out. You, too, Zoro!" He kicked them out of the door and slammed it shut.

"Bananas, huh? Shitty Marimo head...it doesn't actually sound so bad."


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~BlueBell