Despite the times they had shared, Nami still felt bad about the chef. He seemed very forlorn and serious the next day, and she couldn't bear to see him in such a funk. Zoro too glanced at Sanji who didn't even look his way. Grasping her pant legs, Nami felt a choked sob in her throat. Zoro heard this as he sat next to her.

"Oi..." He muttered as everyone was about to sit down.

"Just look at him," muttered Nami. "Why did he have to say no?"

Zoro gave her a curious look, and then glanced at the cook. "I hate to say it but I even miss his sorry assed bitching."

"He's all alone," Nami whispered. Grumbling Zoro rubbed his face and cursed under his breath as he stole a rice ball off Nami's plate. Something about that cook tore at him as well. Glancing back to Nami he nodded.

"Don't worry. If I don't get killed for this, or skewer him, maybe I'll..." Zoro began, ribbing his chin.

"What's going on in that head of yours, idiot?" Nami asked. Ignoring her names Zoro whispered, "I know how to get shit cook to stop sulking. The only question is are you sure...?"

"Zoro?" She murmured.

"I don't like sharing, but I'll make an exception," Zoro whispered, rubbing her thigh. "Cause I can't get that pain in the ass out of my head..."

Nami's eyes widened as she swallowed. Did Zoro actually mean he was willing to include the chef despite how they bitched? Turning to Zoro, she kissed his cheek. A smile came to her lips as she rose to her feet. Zoro nodded, noting how Sanji kicked Luffy hard in the face when he reached out to eat something.

"Stay the hell away from the food!" Sanji snapped, grey blue eyes filled with near rage. Snorting, Zoro rose to his feet, and grabbed Nami by the arm. She nodded, half worried about what would happen next.

"Everyone out! Out!" Sanji bellowed. "Until you can appreciate the hard work and it's ready! Beat it!"

Usopp felt chopper jump into his arms as he stammered, "Usopp! He's going to cook me!"

"Let's go!" Usopp muttered as he rushed out, holding chopper under one arm. Robin glanced up amused and unflappable while she strode out without being prompted. Sanji was about to mutter, "Robin chan you may stay..."

"I think I'll give you some space," she said. Luffy burst into a run while Zoro moved forwards, and Nami moved up apart from him.

"And that especially means you, moss for fucking brains!" Sanji bellowed, aiming a kick.

"Sanji just shut up and hear us out!" Nami shouted, clonking him on the head while Zoro launched himself on the cook.

"Get the hell off me!" Sanji snarled at Zoro though between the two of them they wrestled him to the wall. Leaping onto his back, Nami wrapped her legs around him while Zoro pinned him with his massive body.

"Nami swan, what are you doing? Marimo, you have five seconds to explain what the fuck is going on before I..."

"Shut up," Zoro muttered as he leaned in and captured Sanji's mouth in a kiss while Nami ran her hands over the cooks chest. Her tongue dragged along his ear at the same time Sanji initially struggled. Roughly, Zoro plundered Sanji's mouth, tasting tobacco and the spicy taste that made Sanji who he was. His hand grabbed at the cooks ass, giving it a rough pinch.

Suddenly very angry, Sanji kneed him in the gut, and kicked him off. He caught Nami in a tight embrace against himself, panting. Pushing her behind him he hissed, "Marimo, that was low. Very low. It isn't a fucking joke!"

Rubbing his jaw Zoro rolled to his feet, but kept his distance. Nami hugged Sanji from behind, kissing along his ear till she reached his mouth. Because she was a woman Sanji dared not stop her from pressing her body to him and stealing a kiss. Letting her tongue slip onto his mouth was like tasting Zoro and a slice of paradise. His thin body felt right against hers, as much as Zoro's did.

Surfacing for air, Sanji panted, feeling his nose dripping with blood. He whispered, "Nami swan, don't tell me he has you in this sick joke..."

"No. This is for real," Nami said as Zoro grabbed a towel and passed it to her. She pressed it to his face to try to stop his nosebleed.

"Listen curly brow, we need to talk," Zoro grunted, glaring at him. Nami's lipstick had smeared both their lips.

"All right, talk," Sanji panted, accepting the towel while Zoro pulled up a chair, and Nami guided him to sit in it. Then she sat on his lap while Zoro handed over a bottle of water. That way Sanji would not dare go anywhere.

"Here is some ice. Should help stop your nosebleed, curly brow," said Zoro, walking over to stand behind the chair. Surprised, Sanji let Zoro hand him the pack, but insisted on holding it there himself.

"So, talk, Marimo. What's going on? And not that I don't enjoy where you are sitting Nami swan... My honor would plead that..." Sanji panted.

"I'm fine with where she is sitting, it's her choice," Zoro sighed rubbing his brow. "Look, I know you want to be honorable and bow out and all, but Nami and me..."

"Nami and I..." Nami corrected him, wrapping her arm around Sanji's neck.

"Whatever witch," Zoro said without missing a beat, dodging the cooks kick. Kudos to Sanji for holding Nami on his lap while aiming mutton shot at him.

"Don't call Nami swan that!" Sanji insisted glaring at Zoro. "I'll listen if you stop acting like a barbarian, Marimo."

This earned him another eye roll from Zoro, who pulled up a chair and sat down near Sanji. The swordsman then cleared his throat. "We want to offer you a proposition..."

"Nami swan, do you mind if I smoke?" Sanji asked. She let him reach for a cigarette, and he lit it with his silver lighter before exhaling the smoke at Zoro.

"Your lungs not mine shit cook," Zoro quipped.

"Your liver not mine," Sanji retaliated, glaring at Zoro.

"Boys, listen," Nami said as snatched Sanji's cigarette from his mouth, took a drag on it and offered it back to him.

"We know you're trying to be a gentleman..." Said Zoro. "But you can cut it out."

"Excuse me? I don't give up my code of honor for..." Sanji protested, face wrinkled with hurt, at least the half of his face they could see.

"We know, so you can have us both, like we have each other, curly brow," Zoro said, slapping a hand on his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. His fingers kneaded into the tight muscles of the cook's tired shoulders.

"Not so hard, Marimo," Sanji warned, inhaling another drag. "Why?"

"Because your nakima and you're the only one we want to share with," said Nami, caressing his blonde hair.

"I don't want your pity," Sanji huffed, glaring at Zoro.

"Who says that I don't mind the thought of you and me having a fuck once in a while..." Zoro whispered to Sanji.

"Don't use such horrible language around Nami swan, barbarian!" Sanji griped, kicking Zoro In the knee.

"What I mean is that you and I can be together, as Zoro and you can be together, or Zoro and I. Equal partners," Nami suggested. "That way nobody is left out."

"I cannot..." Sanji began.

"Try it, before you knock it," Zoro urged. "But I'm not on bottom."

Sanji shot him a glare, but did not kick him this time. Not when Zoro grabbed his chin for a rough kiss again. This time Nami watched Sanji's tongue dueling with Zoro's in their merged mouths. The one reason they broke the kiss was for air, so Nami could lean in for a long slow deep kiss. His low moan was worth it to both of them, Nami swinging around to straddle him.

Zoro ran a hand between them, clutching the cook's goods, but Sanji broke the kiss. "Wait!"

"You want this or not?" Zoro asked.

"I have cooking to do!" Sanji complained. "Unless you want Nami swan to starve, shit swordsman!"

"Later then," Zoro said with a nod of understanding.

"Later," Sanji said as he inhaled a drag on his cigarette. His arms twined around Nami as he pressed his forehead to hers. Cupping her cheek, he gave her a slow sweet kiss, before he ran his hands over her breasts.

"What about having to cook, curly brow?" Zoro asked, folding his arms over his chest.

"Nami swan do forgive me, but we must carry this on after dinner..." Sanji said reluctantly, and then nodded at Zoro. An understanding passed between them, so Nami climbed off his lap and gave him one more quick kiss. Zoro pulled Sanji off his chair, and nipped at his lower lip, giving both Nami and Sanji's backsides a good swat.

"Do that again and I'll kick your ass," Sanji threatened Zoro, who smirked a bit.

"I'm going to take a nap," Zoro yawned, giving Nami a small sweet kiss on his way out. Once he was gone, Sanji pulled her into an embrace, kissing her neck sensually. Her arms found their way around his neck so she could press all her front to him. Her nose slid against his, finding his lips to slide her tongue across the crease of his. Sanji obliged her, letting her explore his mouth with a contented sigh of bliss.

After a minute, Nami panted in his arms. Sanji gave her a small sad smile. "I'll take you any way I can get you, if this makes you happy..."

"You deserve happiness with both of us," Nami whispered to him.

"I do apologize but I must cook now," Sanji apologized, pulling back to kiss her hand. "Unless you would like to favor me with your company... My Nami swan."

"Wouldn't miss it," Nami said with a broad smile. She gave Sanji's backside a look when he went to mix her a drink.

His kiss on her cheek smelled and felt like a slice of heaven. Smiling like an idiot, he turned to his preps with a song in his lips. Was it because of this, or both of them? Her hand wrapped around the cool fruity drink, sliding her hand up and down the stem.

She loved them both. There was more than enough to share. One would protect her with his sword, and the other would be always at her side. Nami giggled, imagining two long red threads tying their pinkies together. One to a grumpy swordsman, the other to a love struck chef. She shivered a bit, taking the cooks jacket to wrap around her shoulders. It smelled of vanilla, spices, and tobacco.

"Nami swan would you fetch Marimo? Dinner is almost ready," Sanji called out, striding over on graceful legs. He kissed her cheek softly.

"Thank you Sanji kun will do," Nami giggled, returning the kiss. She took a bottle of whisky with her towards the main mast. Under its shadow, she spotted the swordsman snoring away, the snot bubble indicative of his deep slumber.

"Oi, Zoro," she called out, crouching near him. Mischievously she swung one leg over his hip, sat down on his crotch, and shifted. Even though she stretched out on top of him with a loud sigh, he made no acknowledgement she was even there. Both her arms wrapped around his neck after she angled her mouth over his and nibbled at his lip. A hand clamped on her ass, giving it a squeeze.

"You smell like curly brow," he whispered, smirking though his eyes still were tightly shut.

"You were awake weren't you?" Nami asked him accusingly.

"I leave you to figure it out, witch," Zoro whispered against her lips. "But your smells together are nice."

"Well its dinner time," she purred trying to break free. Zoro ground his hips against hers, and then flipped them over so she was pinned under him.

"Still tired," Zoro muttered, throwing a leg over hers so she could not move. Both his strong arms clutched her against him so tightly she couldn't get away. At least he lay on his side now so she was not crushed but the deck was hard under her cheek.

"Let me go you big buffoon," Nami scolded. Zoro took both her arms, wrapping them around him and sliding one leg between hers so it pressed against her crotch

"Too comfy," Zoro yawned. He wriggled his leg in just the right way so she had some relief. Sanji's jacket was tossed over both of them now. The sound of cook shoes against the deck under her ear accompanied a tobacco smell.

"Damn Marimo," grunted Sanji's voice. She opened her eyes to peer up at Sanji, pissed but amused, balancing a tray on his hand.

"Sanji... He wouldn't let me go," Nami said with feigned irritation. Sanji crouched down for a kiss.

"Here, try this," he sighed, backing up to take a rice ball off the tray he still carried. He waved it in front of Zoro's nose. The swordsman didn't bother to open either eye but his mouth opened a split second before Sanji snatched the rice ball away.

"Shit cook," Zoro growled, glaring up at Sanji.

"Barbarian," Sanji huffed, shoving a rice ball into Zoro's face. Despite the prissy look, the food was excellent. Zoro chewed on the offered food hungrily.

"Doesn't taste like it will kill me," he quipped.

"Get your lazy ass up and let go of Nami swan!" Sanji grumbled, nudging Zoro with a shoe in the ribs.

"You sure you aren't on the rag, dartboard brow?" Zoro asked.

"Screw you," Sanji shot back, reaching down to pry Zoro's arms off Nami.

"Br careful what you ask, curly brow," said Zoro, smirking up at them both.

"How do you put up with this or is beyond me, Nami swan, you have the patience of an angel," Sanji sighed, kissing her hand. Bending down again he put a rice ball in his mouth, dangling it over Zoro's face. Only so instant later did the swordsman bite into it right from the cook's mouth.

Nami giggled, entertained by this impromptu game. Sanji bent forwards again, but used his legs to propel himself up and into the air so Zoro was forced to leap to his feet. "Asshole chef!" Zoro cursed.

Sanji landed next to Nami, pulled her close, and pressed the rice ball into his mouth to hers. Both she and the chef felt themselves yanked over by strong arms to a muscular body. Hands wandered over their respective asses for a good pinch. For a split second, Zoro peered at both of them bending to take a kiss from Sanji's mouth, then hers. Both kisses lasted for an instant.

"Leave my ass alone, Marimo," Sanji griped, but didn't push away.

"I've got a witch and a shit cook nagging me now. Don't know when I was better off," Zoro chuckled, giving them both a devilish grin. He then let both of them go, and walked off to the galley. Nami panted, gasping at the residual feel of the fingers that had slipped between her legs into her panties.

"Shitty swordsman," Sanji grumbled, arm around Nami's waist and other hand holding the tray he had balanced the whole time. Against her hip, she felt his bulge.

"He felt you up too?" She asked, smirking.

"Marimo bastard..." Sanji grumbled but Nami rocked her hips against his.

"I can take care of that for you, Sanji kun," she purred.

"Nami swan," he stammered, nose again bleeding. She seized his nose and pinched it, giving him a kiss.

"Let's go into the kitchen," she purred, taking his other hand in hers. Snatching the handkerchief from his pocket, she pressed it to his nose. Sanji let her lead him with a hand on his apron string so he could carry his tray and hold the white stitched cloth smelling of tangerines.

It looked so painful for him walking Nami felt increasingly sorry for him. When they reached the kitchen, Zoro was setting the table to his shock. "Did I hit my head and end up in some alternate world?" Sanji asked.

"No. Just for once I'm doing you a favor, shit cook," Zoro mumbled.

"The spoon goes to the RIGHT of the plate, philistine!" Sanji snapped, marching over towards him. He yanked the piece of silverware out of Zoro's hand.

"You need to get laid, curly brow," Zoro said matter of fact, moving so close their breath passed hot between them.

"This is your fucking fault, Marimo," Sanji gasped.

"Looks painful," Zoro muttered, reaching down between them to Sanji's crotch. The chef didn't object to the rough hand rubbing over him while he yanked him so his ass pressed to Zoro's own bulge.

"Let me go, Marimo or I'll kick you so hard you'll sing soprano," Sanji whispered.

"You don't want that do you? Not when I could run my sword into your annoying ass?" Zoro whispered.

"Humph," Sanji muttered, grabbing the edge of the table. "You would be so fortunate."

Instead of a pout, Sanji gave Zoro a wicked smirk and spun around, slamming him into the counter. "Keep your distance asshole till I tell you I'm ready. But you're in MY kitchen now. And you don't want to fuck with the cook."

"So you do have balls after all, shit cook?" Zoro asked, amused, and a bit shocked to feel Sanji shoving him with such force so he had to catch the counter to steady himself.

"Just set the table," Sanji grunted, his flirty nature submerged beneath the air of businesslike negotiator that Zoro had to admire. "Nami swan, show this boor where things go before I kick his backside?"

"Will do," said Nami singsonging. "He owes me 300 percent interest from Loguetown…"

"I do not, you witch!" Zoro barked back, but took the plates she handed him. Sanji amused himself watching Zoro set the places under Nami's bossy directions. Soon the whole table looked perfect though Zoro seemed ready to kill something.

"Left, left is left!" Nami blurted out.

"I don't think he knows his right from his left," Sanji mused, rubbing his chin.

"Fuck off, shit cook," Zoro grumbled.

"No, I'm serious," Sanji said, his eyes giving no indication he was pulling Zoro's leg. In fact, he looked remarkably analytical.

"Sanji kun?" Nami asked.

"Not everyone CAN tell right from left if they think it's backwards," Sanji said with a shrug. "Anyhow, we've some time before I set out the meals."

"Time enough to tend to your problem, curly brow," Zoro commented, pointing to the tent under Sanji's apron.

"I told you once… and I HATE repeating myself…" Sanji gritted, until Nami took his arms from behind.

"Sit down over there…" she urged. "Zoro, help him to the chair…"

"Not in my kitchen… please…. Not where I make my food," Sanji pleaded.

"Dining room," said Zoro softly, helping maneuver Sanji into the nearest chair he dragged back so it was just in front of the galley door. Nami urged Sanji to sit down, and removed his apron, then Zoro smirked wickedly, pinning the cooks' hands over his head. He sucked on Sanji's fingers, tasting the flour and sugar present and the soap the cook had used. Then he caught Sanji's lips in a rough kiss. At the same time, Sanji felt Nami's hands undoing his belt efficiently. She had to unbutton his vest, and tugged out his neatly tucked in shirt. Her shoulders were between his knees that shook.

"What are you doing…? Nami swan…" he stammered, feeling Zoro's lips leave his.

"Relax, curly brow, and let the witch work her magic," Zoro whispered from somewhere behind. Sanji felt himself pushed forward in the chair, and a muscular body shoved behind him. To his shock, he felt himself lifted up and set on a hard pair of muscular legs. A black bandanna was tied over his eyes and he shivered.

"Marimo…" Sanji gritted, twisting and writhing in the swordsman's iron grip. Yet Nami's hands resting on his thighs stopped his legs from daring to kick and injure his sweet angel of the seas.

"Sanji shut up," Nami said sweetly. "This is for you, so just feel… ok? Or I'll leave you to finish on your own…"

"Marimo… Nami swan…" Sanji whispered, voice dragging into a tone like ragged velvet. "What do you have in mind?"

Small hands unzipped his fly tortuously slow. Zoro's hot breath fanned Sanji's neck, and he panted hoarsely. Both their smells filled his nostrils, and he could feel his nose dripping. Fortunately, a cloth pressed to him, and he felt Zoro's strong fingers pinching his nose.

"Easy curly brow," Zoro urged. "Don't pass out on us yet."

"Screw you, Marimo," Sanji whispered. He bit off his reply at the sensation of the navigator's hands reaching into his underpants. This was undignified, but extremely sinful. His angel and the swordsman were both bracketing him, attending to his needs despite his protests.

"Why Sanji kun, you've got some very nice equipment," Nami purred. He hoarsely panted her name, unable to make a sound because of the cool air hitting him. Zoro had lifted him enough so that Nami could pull Sanji's pants down around his knees. Now the bare cloth of Zoro's green pants rested under his bare bottom.

"Nami swan… are you sure you want to do this?" Sanji panted.

"I do..." Nami murmured, hot breath fanning his protesting erection. The way those hands traced over Sanji struggled to keep his composure. That tongue licking his ear and the swordsman's teeth nipping at his neck and tasting his sweat didn't help either.

"Have you ever been with a man before, Marimo?" asked Sanji.

"First time for everything," Zoro whispered. "I wouldn't do this just with anyone. You need to get this out of your system, and relax. Stop being so pissy and just accept what we're giving you."

"I don't want you doing this to feel sorry for me," Sanji whispered.

"It's not because of that, Sanji," Zoro said seriously. To his shock, it was the first time he heard Zoro say his name.

"Why?" he asked, arching his back at the sensation of warm wetness sliding over his tip.

"Because the idea of including you in this doesn't seem that sickening," said Zoro candidly, clutching Sanji in a close crushing hug, to restrain him and perhaps give an excuse for feeling his hands over his chest.

"Thanks a whole fucking heap, bastard," Sanji grumbled, voice catching.

"Hey, I owe it to you to at least try and see if this can work," Zoro admitted sheepishly. "Just because I've been with women all the time doesn't mean I haven't been curious. Anyhow, Nami wants this. She wants you to stop fucking pouting and be happy."

"I don't pout, and I thank you NOT to demean women by giving female attributes to me," Sanji said in a deadly serious voice. "I am NOT a woman, I am a man. Just because I have attractions to both you and Nami swan does NOT give you the right to use women in a manner that would give insult to a gentleman."

Zoro heard the fire in his voice and shivered. He murmured, "I hear you. I didn't mean it like that. It's hard to keep from saying things when you're used to one thing most of your life."

"I forgive you this time, Marimo," Sanji murmured, feeling the tension leave his body. Zoro didn't know any better.

"I'm not used to this, curly brow," Zoro admitted again, lips buzzing his ear.

"Just treat me as you always do, Mario, and go with your instincts, base as they are," Sanji murmured, resting his head against Zoro's shoulder. "You don't have to treat me as a woman to do this. Nami swan is the lady here, and I am the gentleman…"

Soberly Zoro rested his chin on Sanji's shoulder. He felt pissed at himself. "Gomen nasai…" he whispered.

"I accept your apology, Zoro," Sanji whispered back. He turned his face to catch Zoro's lips in a sincere kiss. Zoro nodded, feeling the crushing pressure off his chest and his honor. His hands roughly massaged Sanji's body, trying to get him to relax while Nami's mouth did service to his manhood. Sanji's hands were let free enough to tangle in the navigator's hair while he let out a low groan.

"Nami swan…" he sighed blissfully. "You don't have to but this is amazing…"

"Mmm," Nami hummed. Sanji could feel the vibration through his loins, and a hand reaching between his legs from Zoro to knead and help him along. Two hands slid under Sanji's knees lifting them up off the chair while his tip hit the back of something.

"Nami swan… I wish that I could be inside you," Sanji got out.

"You only needed to ask," Nami replied. Gone was the sweet mouth from his manhood.

"You don't have to…" Sanji stammered, feeling Zoro lower his knees.

"I want to," said Nami, her mouth hot on his neck with Zoro's. He heard the tearing sound of a foil pouch, and felt two pairs of hands unrolling a sheath over his hardness. It felt so intense he was sure it would hurt him.

"The chair might not hold," Sanji whispered.

"Not a problem," Zoro grunted from behind. To Sanji's shock, he was boosted off the chair and felt Zoro carrying him somewhere before he was set down again.

"Where?" he got out, feeling Nami's hands caressing him again.

"Crate," Zoro muttered. "In the supply closet."

"But what if someone walks in?"

"I shoved the chair under the doorknob," Nami giggled lightly. He felt her lips trace over his and her hands still stroking him. Sometimes Zoro's rough hand would pump and tug at him with the expert most men possessed on their own organs.

"So, just relax," said Zoro.

"I want you inside me too, Marimo… before this night is over," Sanji whispered.

"One at a time. We don't have a long time before Luffy busts down that door," Zoro grunted. Sanji was sure he'd lose his mind at the feeling of Nami's hands on his shoulders, and Zoro's hand angling him up. Then he felt someone sliding him inside her with a gasp.

"Nami… swan…" Sanji gritted, feeling tightness. He was inside her. Inside paradise, and sitting on top of the thorn in his side. Under him, he felt Zoro's erection twitching, hard, and hot.

"Easy Nami," muttered Zoro from under him. He felt Zoro's arms reaching out to hold Nami in place, and his own hands rested on her hips. Sighing, Sanji started to flex his hips, letting out low moans.

"Nami swan, I always wanted this. Wanted you…" he panted, leaning to catch her lips in a kiss. Fortunately, he was granted his wish because her mouth found his, and he tasted tangerines. Zoro's hands boosted Nami's legs up so Sanji could push up into her with his long legs and thrust hard. Zoro in turn slammed upwards under him, grinding his own erection under Sanji's bottom with rough cloth between them. Desperately his hands found her breasts, kneading and squeezing them as Nami whimpered into his mouth.

Thrusts thrust, pant. A steady staccato that he had always dreamed and wished for since he had first seen her. Now Nami, his beautiful swan and angel was in his arms and making love to him. Better yet, he sat in the comfort of the swordsman's lap. No better fate could befall him except to feel Nami around him and Zoro impaling him, but he hoped that would come.

He saw stars, rushing to the top of the highest mountain. Blue intensity surged through him and he was sure it was heaven as he released. He shivered, swallowing Nami's scream with his own lips. For the longest time the two of them trembled, and he was sure Zoro's arms held them both with their strength.

"Damn, that was fucking hot," Zoro whispered hoarsely in his ear.

"You almost spoiled the mood Marimo," Sanji managed to get out, gasping for breath. He felt Nami leaning into him.

"Mmmm… that was intense," Nami purred, and he was sure she licked her lips.

"Now it's your fault I've got a hard on, curly brow," Zoro muttered.

"I gave you the option to…" began Sanji. "But no…"

"Later," Zoro grunted. "I can't feel my legs or ass. I gotta ask you two to move…"

Sanji shakily stood up, with the help of the swordsman, still blindfolded by the black bandanna Zoro always wore around his upper left arm. Nami had climbed to her feet, and he felt her lean into him as Zoro let out a long sigh.

"I insist you freshen up, Nami swan," murmured Sanji, pulling off his blindfold and looking at the flushed face of the navigator giving him a smirk. Shakily he tugged up his pants, and was surprised to see Zoro reach down and help him get rid of the condom. Nami's bare butt wiggled at him before she tossed a wet rag at him and he cleaned himself off.

Despite his better judgment, Sanji leaned into Zoro's shoulder, and pulled out his cigarettes. He flicked his lighter with practiced ease, letting the first puff on his cigarette burn in his throat with familiarity. Nami wiggled back into her panties and walked over; sitting down on Zoro's other side as she reached down into his lap.

"Now what?" Sanji asked as he looked back at them. They could get a glimpse at his other eye through the shiny fringe of blond hair. Zoro reached up to push it back, yet Sanji shrugged him off.

"Do you have a left eye under there or an eye patch?" Zoro joked.

"Shut up, Marimo," Sanji mumbled. Again, Zoro pushed the fringe of hair back and looked at him seriously.

"Figures," Zoro said. He heard Nami's giggle and felt her fingers touching his hot cheek.

Then he felt her kiss on his face's other side, and Zoro's hand smoothing his hair down again. The swordsman gave him a small smirk and said, "Secret's safe with me, curly brow."

Sanji glanced down, inhaling another drag until Nami plucked his cigarette away as she had done before. He saw the amused look in Zoro's eyes, far from ridicule, but more resembling acceptance. Lip quirking up Zoro murmured, "It suits you."