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Birthday
"Those idiots… no endurance at all," Zoro whispered, chuckling quietly as he looked at the passed out crew. Nami and Robin had gone to bed hours ago but Luffy, Usopp and Chopper had all wanted to keep celebrating.
They had been damn noisy, all of them, but… the cook looked happy and that was the only thing that truly mattered. It was his birthday, after all.
Smiling gently, Zoro went over to the table that had been full of various dishes hours ago. Now, Sanji was seated at it, his head rested on his arms that still cradled Zoro's birthday present: the fine cooking jacket, he had secretly bought on the last island.
Zoro would be indebted to Nami for years, but… the heated look the cook had given him when he had unwrapped his present, the way his cheeks had reddened and his eyes, almost shyly, had met Zoro's over the heads of Luffy and Usopp… it had definitely been worth it.
Grinning, Zoro ran a hand through the golden locks of his sleeping lover, removing a bit of confetti in the process.
Then he slowly bent down and kissed Sanji's soft hair, involuntarily breathing in the rosy scent of his shampoo.
Zoro always teased him about it… always made fun of the number of products the cook was using for his body, but… he secretly loved the scent. It reminded him of countless passionate nights… reminded him of moments when Sanji grasped his shirt and panted in his ear as Zoro moved beneath him.
The cook murmured something in his sleep and shifted as Zoro's lips touched his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he buried his head in the new jacket.
Turning upright again, Zoro took a last swig off his sake bottle and looked up at the full moon, forcibly pushing back the memories that were streaming through his head.
Sighing, Zoro placed the empty bottle of sake on the table and made his way below deck for a quick and cold shower.
His own birthday couldn't come fast enough.
The End
