In his suit jacket pocket there was a card with a heartfelt message and a slightly perverted inside joke.
In his fridge there were ingredients for Aces favorite dish that he had bought and prepped yesterday for tonight intimate dinner.
On the table there was a flower in an understated vase that bloomed and jutted out with red and orange petals reminding any who looked at it like a perfumed soft fire beckoning to be touched.
Next to the vase was a small gift box wrapped in blue paper and a red bow. The contents a mystery.
As soon as Ace had arrived he pulled off the jacket and threw it on the couch, instantly to be forgotten.
The cooks naked body had been bending up into orgasm underneath Aces warm fingers when dinner should have been served.
The cigarette Ace lit for him afterward almost gave him away, tickling Sanjis memory of something blooming bright but he plucked the new cigarette from the blonds mouth and replaced it with his lips and the stray thought was gone.
Sanji was the most romantic pirate on the grandline…and making him forget their anniversary every year was the most tantalizing gift he could ever hope to give or receive.