Prompt: Imagine person A of your OTP pulling person B onto their laps while taking public transit (bus/subway/train etc), much to B's embarrassment. B initially objects to this, but gives up once they're in A's laps/arms, and ends up enjoying it more than they thought they would.
Pairing: ZoSan
Dedicated to: bigballofmarimo
Anime: One Piece
Contains: Fluff, Boy x Boy
Authors Notes: N/A
Sanji had made the decision that the two of them would take the bus into town since Zoro would get easily lost if he were to walk.
The blond stood under the bus shelter smoking a stick of King Ground. Zoro hated riding public transports because he thought that he was perfectly capable of walking everywhere which was why he was sulking with his arms crossed on the seat beside the cook. It wasn't too much of a bad day. The clouds populated the sky in sheets but the sun could be seen vaguely trying to shine through.
As the bus approached the stop, Sanji took one last drag of his cigarette before dropping it on the floor and crushing it with the ball of his shoe. The sulking man looked even more annoyed as he saw the other's action along with the bus pulling up. He knew that he obviously didn't have a choice anymore so he got up and followed the cook silently behind.
The blond smiled politely and asked for two adult tickets. Once paid and received the tickets, they made their way to the back of the bus where no one was seen sitting and sat down beside each other.
Sanji wore an amused smirk as he watched the personal trainer scowl through the window like a child who's just about to throw a tantrum.
He tried his best to ignore the green headed baby but it was then made difficult as he felt himself being pulled on to his lap.
"What are you doing, you shitty marimo?" He whispered harshly in slight annoyance.
Zoro smirked and replied,
"Since I have to sit on a bus instead of walking, then you'll have to sit on my lap for the whole journey."
"Like hell I will!" Sanji hissed, trying to slide off from the man's lap, only to be restrained by two thick, tanned arms snaking around his waist, pulling his back tighter against Zoro's chest.
He stopped struggling when he realised he wasn't going to win against Zoro's brute strength and sighed. Now it was Sanji's turn to scowl and sulk.
Minutes went by and neither of them said anything. Zoro was still smirking but Sanji's scowl had softened into a frown. As much as he hated to admit it, it felt comfier in the marimo's arms than it did sitting on the bus' hard, cold seats.
The cook huffed loudly once and then proceeded to swing his legs around so they rested on the seat next to them before resting his head on Zoro's shoulder.
The other's smirk changed as well into a smile as he slowly leant down and kissed Sanji's lips forcefully, running his callous fingers through the blond's soft strands.
They didn't care or even notice that the people on the bus were staring at them awkwardly or in disgust.
They'd be willing to let it go even further if it spited the audience they had.
