Sanji Blackleg had few weaknesses. Whether it was pampering the lovely women that he knew, cooking for a large, hungry crowd, or getting to practice his sparring with a skilled companion, he learned quickly that it was okay to indulge in these weaknesses every so often. However, there was one weakness that had become the bane of his existence. When he realized that this thing he had was a cross between a fetish and a fondness for such a sight, he was irritated when the object would be gone in a moment's notice. That phrase "absence makes the heart grow fonder" made so much sense to him.
Sanji was finishing dinner that night, and Zoro, the mossy love of his life, had taken the time to get some reading done in the living room. This would've been fine and dandy if the swordsman hadn't come out wearing the thin, silver framed lens glasses, which he kept in the second draw of their right bedside table. Zoro wasn't the one to wear the often unless his contacts were to frustrating to put in.
Sanji loved and hated those damned glasses.
He loved them because they made Zoro look sophisticated. Sexy. For some reason or another, they just fit his face, and he pulled it off well enough to where Sanji imagined many illicit scenarios with him wearing them. He hated them because he was sure that Zoro knew the reaction he had to the glasses. He felt like Zoro put them on just to get laid at that point, and Sanji hated that it worked.
Zoro actually didn't know any of these things, but never objected to the abruptly welcome sex that occurred afterwards.
"How was work?" Sanji called from the kitchen.
"Fine, but there was an update in the manual that I have to read, and my eyes have been hurting all day." Zoro placed a thumb where he left off in the book to rub his temples. The glasses started to slip off his face, but he pushed them into place again.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you think you need a new prescription?"
"No, it's not that. I'll just have to go a few days without the contacts, and I should be fine again. Is dinner ready?"
A few days with Zoro wearing glasses? Sanji wouldn't—no—couldn't survive that.
"Almost." He was lying. Dinner had been ready for a few minutes, and Sanji wasn't sure how much longer he could stand looking at that smug idiot on the couch. That moss head knew exactly what he was doing. He couldn't believe that he continued to act ignorant.
Sanji took off his apron, setting it on one of the bar hooks beside the stove. Making his decision, he went into the living room to stand in front of the other man as he sat on the couch.
"Is dinner re-mmf!" Zoro had a lapful of horny chef before he was able to finish his sentence.