Zoro threw the live rabbit at Sanji with a nasty smirk.

Sure they were lost in the woods and maybe the cook blaming him shouldn't have come as a surprise. Even the demand that Zoro find something edible for them to eat to make up for it, while adding a snide comment about stupidity and getting lost back to camp should have been par for the course too.

He couldn't help but be pissed this time though.

The fact they had been having an unrelated and unresolved fight at the time about how unreasonable it was to plan when their next fuck session might be could be why. Being alone with him in unspoken argument wasn't much fun either.

It was childish to throw an animal at someone you are in a relationship with, let alone a cute fuzzy and very much alive one. Zoro knew it but wanted it hashed out now and on his terms.

"Think you can cook Mr. Bunny?" He called as the critter whizzed directly at the blonds head.

Sanji caught the rabbit without fuss, not even looking up from his impromptu prep area. Now that the thing was locked into his hand he took a moment to look into its pleading cute rabbit eyes, and snapped its neck with a sickening crack.

"Yeah. This will do fine. Good work marimo, now go build us a fire so I have something to cook on."

Zoro just stood there gaping.

"You killed it."

"Yeah." The knife the blond held slit up to the animals chest smoothly. "Kind of the point, idiot, I wasn't about to eat it while it was alive."

"How can you be so calm?" You won't see how dumb you are until we fight.

"Don't you feel more at ease knowing where your next meal is coming from?" Sanji asked back as he skinned the animal.

No. That never bothered him at all actually. He was a fighter and the not knowing of the hunt was the best part. He needed to always adapt to new situations…and thrived off that excitement. If he hadn't caught this rabbit he would have just kept going till he got another.

Sanji wasn't a fighter though, he had to remind himself. It was so easy to forget because….yes he WAS a fighter and one of the crews best and DAMN it was frustrating to know that and see how Sanji didn't see fit to apply himself to that role full time.

No he was a cook. His job was to plan ahead not only food intake but balanced nutrition. Not knowing where the food is to a cook one step closer to starvation…even if you currently have a full stomach.

Zoro looked up from the sticks he had been gathering and over to the cook.

Was it that simple?

Not knowing when they would be intimate again…was that causing the idiot the same kind of anxiety? They had to very careful no one found out about them and that meant long periods where they would get no time together at all.

In the cooks mind did "I don't know when we'll be together again." Actually translate to "This could be the last time."

"Oi! Cook! Matches!" He called and smiled to himself when he snatched them three inches from his face. Sanji gave as good as he got most of the time. Zoro got the fire going and threw the matches back. "Hey…" No need for discussion about this. "Would you be up for sex tonight?"

Sanji flicked the blood off his hands and then dipped them in the small bowl of clean water before wiping them off. He grabbed the two sticks now skewered with rabbit meat and came to sit next to the swordsman on a rock.

"Really?" Sanji had made his voice neutral and gazed at Zoro, waiting for his response.

"Yeah, why not? You still mad?" Zoro wasn't going to go this far without committing.

"No, but why not now? The food needs time to cook anyway." He smirked back as he slowly teased his tie loose.

"Because you like knowing in advance……?" Zoro asked, no longer quite so confident he knew what he was talking about , but pleased at the response he got regardless.

Sanji leaned in to kiss him but stopped short.

"Why do you think we got lost in the woods in the first place?"

Zoro kissed him. It seemed like perfect time to shut him up and get to the properly making up portion of the evening.