Chapter 7: warm hands…
The sun shone in through the windows of the Gallery. Sunbeams on Sanji's face woke him up easily. He rubbed his eyes and let his fingers scratch on his face to his nose that itched, he sat up, head tilted slightly forward, and he stretched himself. Then he just sat there not moving a muscle, his legs folded along his body, his back was slightly bend, his hair was in a mess and he tried to remember where he was.
After a while he realized that he was in the Gallery. He yawned a bit and thought about the dream he had. He touched his lips. Then he got to what it was that was not true. His lips were not dry as they tend to be for one night. His face turned a little red and looked quickly around to see that he was completely alone.
His pulse raced and he had to calm himself down and took out a cigarette, but before the nicotine touched chef's lips it returned in to the package. The cook drew up his legs to himself and hugged them while his dream returned to his mind.
( Sanji's dream)
He was lying next to Zoro who was drinking booze as he usually does. It was quiet, calm, and he froze because of the cold. When Zoro had drank up his booze he bent over Sanji. Sanji could smell the alcohol which came out from his mouth. It was warm and he felt Zoro's big hand in his hair, then on his cheek, his head was turned and he looked straight into Zoro's dark green eyes, then his warm lips against his owns.
Sanji got a little carried away and stared straight into his lap. Then the door slammed up and Sanji raised his head.
"SANJI! BREAKFAST!"
Luffy came in rushing and threw himself over Sanji with a hug and the peace was out.
