AN: 22 days to go~! ^^
The Zosan Advent Calendar
December 3rd- The Tree and a Suspicious Sanji
Sanji woke up with a flicker of his eyes and rolled over onto his side in the covers wrapped around him. There was a dull, but pleasantly familiar ache in his lower back that was ruined, however, by the feeling of stickiness on his skin. He remembered the can of squirty cream and just exactly what Zoro had used it for with a small and smug smile. He still had a gentle post-coital happiness thrumming in his body and he hummed as he reached out an arm with the intention of putting it around the man who was sleeping next to him. Or, rather, should have been sleeping next to him.
The Marimo was no longer in bed, the place on the matress cold. He'd been gone for some time.
Sanji heaved himself out of bed, finding new sore places where Zoro's mouth had done more than just kissed. On his right shoulder were ten thin crescent teeth marks, much like the ones on his hips and abdominals. He ran a hand over them fondly despite the little nips of pain it sent through him before gathering up a pair of boxers from out of his own drawer. He slipped them on so that the tight elasticated hem didn't press into a particularly rough bite mark that was still rather sore. He threw on a shirt of Zoro's he found on the floor and left the bedroom, making his way down the stairs.
"Marimo?" He called, getting no answer but opened the living room door to find Zoro fumbling to shove something into his pocket with haste, "What's that?"
"Nothing!" Zoro said, a little too quickly for his liking and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously until Zoro pointed, directing his gaze to the corner.
Sanji breathed, "Oh, wow..."
A huge tree in both height and stature stood near the wall. It's branches and needles a rich emerald green with lights glowing softly in the dim morning light of the room. Baubles of various sizes in mainly reds, golds and silvers hung delicately from it in a way that obviously showed care and consideration were put into their placement. He felt Zoro move to stand next to him,
"You said you always wanted a real tree... It arrived this morning. I wanted to surprise you," He mumbled, voice deep, "Is it alright? Do you like it? I'm not very-"
Sanji silenced his ramblings with a kiss, "It's perfect. I'm more surprised you actually listened to me for once about wanting one- you said you didn't like the mess."
Zoro looked down at his bare feet, "Yeah, well... I wanted this Christmas to be special." Sanji picked up on the way the mosshead's hand hovered over the pocket with whatever it was he'd hidden a moment ago inside. He narrowed his eyes.
"What are you hiding from me?" He asked.
Zoro smiled nonchalantly, but it was a little too forced, "Nothing, cook. Nothing at all."