A soothing mini-fic. Nakamaship with a dash of ZoSan. Rated K+

Sanji frowned in concentration as he leaned in close. The cook's ever-present cigarette was temporarily abandoned in an ashtray with a wispy line of smoke spiraling up from the still-lit cherry. Zoro could smell the smoke on Sanji's breath as the cook's soft exhales brushed warmly against Zoro's face. Sitting perfectly still and tense, Zoro's gaze remained locked on Sanji's brilliantly blue eyes as the cook looked him over. Sanji's frown deepened in apparent dissatisfaction, and his long, graceful fingers gripped Zoro's jaw and pulled his head slightly to the left. Zoro couldn't help but notice the warmth of Sanji's hand as it cupped his chin. Some people, like Robin, had hands that were cool to the touch, but Sanji's warmth was soothing against the skin of his face. Feeling cold metal slide against the back of his left ear, Zoro continued to watch Sanji in his peripheral vision. It wasn't that he felt threatened - even with the temperamental blonde handling something so sharp this close to his face - it was just that Zoro wasn't often able to really look at Sanji. It was like seeing someone entirely new to him. Zoro curiously stared at the different hues of gold in Sanji's hair, the light wrinkles on his pale complexion, the shape of his mouth as he frowned, and those damn fascinating blue eyes.

Sanji poked his tongue out slightly from between his lips, immediately drawing Zoro's attention. The metallic rasp and click of the scissors sounded louder this close to his ear. Sanji leaned away and tilted his head to observe the effect of his work, silky blonde hair briefly flowing away to fully reveal both blue eyes. Zoro held very still as he watched Sanji's gaze travel over his face and hair. The cook stepped back to Zoro's side and continued around to the backside of the chair where the swordsman was seated.

"Almost done, marimo."

Zoro felt Sanji's fingers run through his hair on the back of his head and neck. The light rubbing and scratching felt really good. Zoro's eyelids fluttered and drooped without his permission. "Don't fall asleep again you idiot."

"M'not."

"Whatever, you lazy moss-ball."

There was another click of the scissors before Zoro heard Sanji step away again. "Not bad, even if I'm not a barber. I guess that should do it."

After one last cut, Sanji reached over Zoro's shoulder and untucked the sheet from his collar. Zoro watched the little clusters of green hairs slide to the floor off the sheet. "We're done?"

"Yeah." Sanji set the scissors on the table and brushed a few hairs from the nape of Zoro's neck with the back of his hand.

"It looks good Zoro! Sanji! Do me next!" Luffy leaned close and playfully ruffled Zoro's newly trimmed hair causing more loose cuttings to fall onto Zoro's skin.

"Sure, Luffy, but you have to sit still the entire time."

Zoro carefully brushed the trimmings off his neck and shoulders as he stood. He'd better rinse to get all these little hairs off before they itched. He glanced back when he reached the galley door to watch Sanji tie the sheet in a double knot around Luffy's neck while the childish captain laughed and wiggled. The cook was poking his tongue out again.

Zoro grinned and strolled out on deck. That hadn't been bad at all. He would have to keep it a secret, but Zoro would love it if Sanji would use those warm hands to scratch his head the next time he took a nap. Those fingers had felt so nice - but that was an extremely embarrassing to desire to admit even to himself. He would just have to wait for his next haircut.

Maybe it would grow faster if he ate more meat or something?

He would go find Chopper after his rinse. The little doctor would probably know something like that. Zoro absently scratched his scalp as he wandered into the ship's bathroom. It just didn't feel the same when he did it himself. It had to be Sanji.