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This chapter contains song lyrics from ZAYN's new album Icarus Falls, some song titles are in BOLD.
Chapter 10: Scars
"How many times did she make you—" Before Nami could finish that dreaded question, Zoro hung up the phone.
Nope! I am NOT having that conversation with her—ever!
Zoro was feeling even more frustrated than he already was before Nami had called. He barely slept, so all morning he had been feeling like shit, and then Nami had to call and tell him he had freaked Sanji out from the things he told her.
He groaned in his frustration, "Argh! Why the hell do I have to be such an idiot?!"
After talking to Nami and Vivi, Zoro realized how crazy he must've sounded to Sanji. Because, what man would tell a woman all that shit after barely knowing her for a week?
Well, apparently Zoro—he told her that he wanted to get married and start a family together, that he wanted her to stay with him, to move-in with him. Zoro couldn't remember how many times he ended up telling her that he loved her over the course of the day, and it always seemed to make Sanji react differently. But the craziest part about it all was that he had meant every word.
Because being with Sanji yesterday had been incredible for Zoro. He had never felt so connected to another person before—and not just because he finally lost his virginity. There was something about being with her that made Zoro feel so complete and whole. Sanji was like this wonderful, shining star in the sky that only he managed to acquire and hold in his grasp. But as soon as she had left, he came crashing down from his high.
And Zoro couldn't understand why Sanji didn't want to stay with him. He thought that she liked being around him, too—that she needed him. There was this overwhelming feeling of loss as soon as he returned to his bed, all alone. There was this aching, hollow feeling in his chest without her in his arms.
Everything felt wrong. Something was missing, someone was missing, Sanji was missing. Zoro didn't even try replacing her with a pillow, he knew there wasn't anything that could compare or fill-in for Sanji.
He had been exhausted from the sex but wasn't able to fall asleep feeling like this; and usually Zoro could sleep through just about anything, so this was especially frustrating. Without Sanji there with him, he couldn't relax enough to fall asleep.
That was when he realized he didn't even know where she lived or have her phone number. In fact, Zoro didn't know a lot of things about Sanji. He didn't know where she was from or what her family was like, what her favorite color was or favorite animal. Zoro didn't even know Sanji's last name—but he knew what he wanted it to be.
His. Zoro knew that no matter what he learned about Sanji, he would only end up loving her more. Because he knew that all those things were just trivia and only the little pieces that created the whole picture.
And that whole picture was Sanji—the only woman he had ever fallen for. There wasn't anything that anyone could say that would make him change his mind. And Zoro was determined to make Sanji feel the same way about him.
He recalled the way she reacted after playing with her ring finger, Sanji had said she loved him. It made his chest ache, not in a bad way—but it didn't feel good either. The best way Zoro could describe it was it felt like his heart was being squeezed. It made him happy to hear her say that, but he could tell that she wasn't completely there yet.
Yeah, Zoro knew that she loved the way he could make her feel, he loved it too. He knew that Sanji loved the way his body looked and the things it allowed him to do to her. It wasn't hard to tell these things, Sanji actually made them all quite obvious. But what Zoro wanted was for Sanji to feel comfortable with him—to talk to him about not only her hopes and dreams, but her greatest fears and weaknesses as well.
Since he had been unable to sleep, he ended up going down to his dojo to workout. It was nearly three in the morning by the time he tired himself out enough to fall asleep. Of course, this resulted in him falling asleep on the middle of the floor in his gym, so when he woke up a couple hours later his body was aching.
Zoro's entire life was being turned upside down. The things that used to bring him enjoyment—like the burning feeling he got from a good workout or waking from a blissful sleep—were no longer the same. No workout could compare to the way Zoro felt after pleasuring Sanji, and the first thing he wanted to see when he woke up from now on was her beautiful face.
If only he wasn't so fucking stubborn, Zoro might've gone to her restaurant like Nami always was telling him to do. Maybe then he could've met Sanji two years ago and she never would've wasted her time with Law.
That was the other thing—LAW was Sanji's ex—the fucking moronic asshole that cheated on her and got caught. LAW—a guy that Zoro had known for years, one of his students, someone he considered more than just an acquaintance.
For the past two years, Zoro had heard very little about the woman Law was seeing other than the fact she was 'a total slut in bed'—Law's words. Now, he understood why their conversation the last time he saw him was so awkward—they were both talking about the same 'irritating blonde woman.'
Zoro remembered Law calling Sanji 'needy' and saying she wasn't worth the trouble. It was pretty obvious that Law was only ever interested in getting laid; and since Sanji was willing to give him what he wanted, he took it. Although Zoro had known him longer than Sanji, he wasn't sure how he'd react once he saw Law again.
Now, he knew that Sanji has never had a relationship with a guy that wasn't just sex. Adding that bit of information to everything else just made him feel worse. As if he already didn't feel like he was messing everything up, now he was worried Sanji thought that was all he wanted from her. Zoro knew he wanted more than that, and he wanted Sanji to know that too.
At least Nami was rooting for him, even if he maybe was moving a little too fast. Zoro felt incredibly thankful for Nami right now; he didn't know what he ever did to make her think he would be a good fit for Sanji, but he desperately wanted it to be true. Nami was oddly encouraging about it all, even about the idea of kids.
Fuck, though… I KNEW I shouldn't have said anything! Why the hell did I have to tell her I want to get her pregnant?! Yeah, it's true—but Sanji didn't need to know that! If she has never had a real relationship, just one-night-stands and then whatever the fuck you call Law… Does she even WANT something more with me? She didn't want to stay the night, and she looked like she saw a ghost when I suggested she move-in… But she doesn't like being at her place, and her restaurant is right next door—she should just stay with me! I would take such good care of her, I'd make sure she knew how much she means to me—how much I love her and want to spend every possible moment with her!
Zoro was trying to remind himself that he was at least Sanji's boyfriend now. That was already a big deal and something worth celebrating. But why then did he feel so fucking anxious? He still couldn't help but feel like he was going to fuck something up and Sanji would end up leaving him forever, or worse—he ends up hurting her.
He knew that he could never forgive himself if he ever really hurt her. That it would absolutely kill him to hurt the woman he loves, so he was determined not to. He would much rather be the one who feels her pain, be the one to carry her burdens, and be the one she leans on for support.
There was no way he was going to let anything stand in the way of Sanji's happiness, not if he could help it. He would do anything to see her smile; he loved her all the time, but she was certainly the most beautiful when she was happy, with her blue eyes twinkling. Zoro wanted to be—no—was the one who would make sure she looked like that every day, for the rest of her life. Because she was going to be doing it for him.
Since it was Sunday, Zoro needed to run errands, which was mostly just grocery shopping for the week. It was nearly ten in the morning, after his phone call from Nami, when Zoro decided to get that over with. Once he grabbed his keys and wallet, he went downstairs to his garage and drove to the grocery store.
Unfortunately, this was Zoro so it took him a half-hour to find the grocery store that was two streets away. When he finally got there, he was feeling even more frustrated than he already was. He tried to get through the store as fast as possible, looking for the things he usually would buy, but it still took him an hour of wandering around, getting so irritated and angry that everything was always moving.
He still couldn't find rice, he had been looking everywhere, Zoro was close to saying 'fuck it' and walking out of the store altogether. Then he heard the sweet sing-song voice of a certain blonde behind him, "Fancy seeing you here, marimo."
With a huge smile on his face, Zoro turned around and took in the sight that was Sanji. She looked so damn beautiful, standing there with that dazzling smile, seeming to have a twinkle in her left eye. Wait, that was new, "Hey curly brow, your hair's different."
"Oh," her delicate fingers brushed it to the right, "Yeah, I thought I'd change it."
Zoro didn't give a shit that they were standing in the grocery store and there were people around, he closed the distance between them and held her gorgeous face in his rough hands before capturing her lips. He knew she had done it for him, because he only had his one eye and this way he would be able to gaze directly into hers when their faces were close like this. Pulling away before he could get carried away, Zoro smiled at her in adoration, "Thank you."
Her cheeks were that gorgeous shade of pink, a tell-tale sign she was embarrassed. Then she stuttered, "W-what makes you think I did this for you?"
He gave Sanji a knowing look and smirked, "Because you did."
For a moment she just glared at him, that other curly eyebrow of hers was furrowed, but she ended up sighing, "Yeah, okay, fine." He was so happy to see her he forgot about everything else around them until Sanji asked him, "What're you looking for?"
"Hmm? Oh—rice," he shook his head, "I can't find it anywhere."
Sanji stared at him for a moment in disbelief before saying, "It's literally right by your feet."
When Zoro glanced down at the lower shelves, he indeed saw rice. He grumbled, "Well, thanks."
As he was placing a bag into his shopping cart, Sanji was still giggling, "You know~ I was going to get something to make us for lunch, what would you like?"
He turned to her with a smile, "I'd eat anything you cook."
That blue eye of hers was shining at his compliment, but she told him, "That doesn't really help me decide what to make."
Zoro shrugged, "I dunno, how about chicken?"
Sanji's smile was so gorgeous, she looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, but here she was, standing in front of Zoro in the grocery store. "Chicken it is," Sanji began to walk past him and Zoro followed behind her with his cart.
Even though they actually had just run into each other, they acted as if it was normal to be shopping together. Sanji ended up grabbing a few other things that she apparently needed for whatever she was making, and Zoro no longer found himself caring that he had already spent far more time getting groceries than he would've preferred.
Being able to follow Sanji around was not only nice because he didn't have to worry about where he was going, but he also had an incredible view of her ass. Since he was her boyfriend, he felt like he had the right to admire her like this. Zoro ended up catching a few men staring at Sanji, so naturally, all of them received death glares until they averted their eyes from his woman.
After paying for everything they loaded the bags into Zoro's car and with the help of Sanji giving him directions, they got back to his dojo, no problem.
Zoro carried all the bags inside, there were only a few and he wouldn't let Sanji lift a finger when he was completely capable of doing it himself.
As he was putting things away, Sanji started cooking their lunch. The way they moved and worked around each other felt so easy and practiced. Zoro couldn't keep his hands to himself, every time he needed to reach around Sanji, he would stand unnecessarily close and put his hand on her waist.
Sanji didn't seem to mind, of course. She was actually smiling and humming to herself as she prepared them lunch. She was making some type of roast that needed to be cooked in the oven, which was preheating. As she seasoned the chicken and the vegetables she had cut up, she looked so blissfully happy that he couldn't hold himself back any longer.
Zoro was finished putting away the groceries and walked up behind Sanji, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She continued what she was doing with her hands but told him, "You seem tired."
He murmured, "Couldn't sleep."
She sighed, "Me neither."
For a moment, Zoro wondered if she hadn't been able to sleep because they weren't together, but he decided that it was probably something else. He remembered what had happened the night before between them and what happened earlier in the day. "Nami called," he felt Sanji's body tense for a moment, so he added, "I'm sorry if I said anything that makes you uncomfortable. You just mean a lot to me and I've never done this before."
Sanji leaned back against his chest and turned her head to look at him, "You didn't make me uncomfortable, it's the opposite." Her eye was full of emotion as she admitted, "No one has ever said that they loved me before, or any of the things you have."
That confession made Zoro feel warmth in his chest, but there was also this nagging thought in the back of his mind. "Nami said the last guy you were with was named Law," he hated the resulting look in her eye, but he had to tell her, "I think I know him."
If he had to describe the way Sanji looked, Zoro would say she seemed to be confused and also incredibly nervous. She stared at him with that curly eyebrow slightly pulled down, "How?"
Zoro let out a breath, then nervously told her, "He is one of my students at the dojo, I've known him for years—you know…tall, tattoos on his hands…"
Her eye widened and she looked away, "Yeah, that's him."
"Hey," he brought his hand to her face and turned her chin to look at him, "I'll tell him I won't teach him anymore."
She still wouldn't look him in the eye, "You don't need to do that…"
"Well, tell me what I do need to do!" His loud tone of voice made her meet his gaze, "I feel like I need to do something…"
Something in her eye seemed to flicker, like she just realized something important, "What did he say to you?"
"It doesn't matter what he said to me, all that I care about is what he did to you!" Zoro wasn't going to repeat the things Law had said, he'd never tell Sanji what he said about her.
She seemed less than thrilled with his declaration, her blue eye was burning with fury, "He did say something, though."
He let his arms fall to his sides and scowled, "Why does it matter?"
"Because~" Her voice was so whiney, almost panicky, "I'm afraid he will make you change your mind about me!"
Zoro's expression and voice softened, "Baby, that could never happen."
Sanji still wasn't happy, "Why won't you just tell me?"
He groaned in irritation, "Because it's not important."
"IT IS TO ME!" She was clearly getting pissed he wasn't telling her anything.
"It shouldn't be. It doesn't matter what he thinks about you, because you aren't with him anymore—you're with me!" Zoro didn't mean to raise his voice, but it wasn't like Sanji wasn't yelling at him, too.
She pursed her lips, furrowing her curly eyebrow and glaring at him, but stayed quiet. Then she stepped away from him to put the pan in the oven and set a timer on the stove. Zoro silently watched her as she washed her hands in the sink and finally turned to him with a calmer expression, "Okay, fine. You don't have to tell me."
"I never was going to," he knew it would only make her upset to know what Law said.
Sanji sighed and rolled her eye, "It'll be awhile before lunch is ready, did you wash your bedsheets after yesterday?"
He shook his head, "Should I have?"
The smallest smile appeared on her lips, "Well, yeah~ they are probably gross."
"Oh," Zoro scratched the back of his head, "I didn't really think about that."
She giggled at him, "It's okay, that's why I asked."
Zoro closed the distance between them and kissed her cheek, "I'll put them in the wash, I need to do some laundry anyway." Then he left her alone in the kitchen and walked to his bedroom.
After he started a load of laundry, Zoro went back to the kitchen and found Sanji was finishing up washing the dishes she had dirtied. The dress she wore was white with diagonal navy-blue stripes, her hair was in a bun on top of her head, leaving her neck bare and exposing the dark hickeys he had left there the day before.
Knowing that Sanji had gone out in public with those marks showing made Zoro incredibly happy. Sure, most of them were hidden under the fabric of her dress, but there were still a couple that weren't covered. He liked knowing that if anyone noticed them, they would know that she was already taken. And as for the men who were checking her out at the grocery store, they knew that Zoro was the one who made them.
When Sanji turned around and saw him staring at her, she tilted her head slightly, "Penny for your thoughts?"
He smirked, "You look sexy."
She scoffed, "Yeah, okay~ marimo."
"I'm serious," Sanji didn't seem to believe him. "Everywhere you go, people are staring at you," that came out a little more bitter than he wanted it to.
"Whatever, I could say the same about you," she rolled her eye at him.
Zoro returned the gesture, "That's only because I have green hair and a scar on my face. People stare at you because you are gorgeous."
Sanji glared at him as she crossed her arms in front of her, "So it has nothing to do with the fact that you are completely ripped?"
He sighed, "Okay, fine. But I was talking about you."
"No, we're done with me," she shook her head.
"Quit being so stubborn," Zoro grinned devilishly at her expression, "You look gorgeous with your mouth open like that."
She closed her mouth, only for it to fall back open and say, "I hate you."
With a light chuckle, Zoro answered back, "I love you~," with a teasing tone.
Her face turned pink from embarrassment and she averted her eye. Zoro was leaning against the counter, but her reaction made him stand and walk to her side. He tilted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers briefly before pulling away to repeat himself more seriously, "I love you."
When her eye fluttered back open and gazed into his, Zoro could see just how much it meant to her to hear him say that. She didn't need to say anything back to him, Zoro captured her mouth in another kiss to prove just how much he meant it.
Zoro's hand brushed her bangs from her face before making its way to the back of her head to pull her closer. As he coaxed her mouth open with his, Sanji moaned and parted her lips. His tongue pushed inside, Zoro hungrily devoured and explored her mouth, rubbing against her own tongue. He felt Sanji's fingers in his hair, her nails tracing meaningless patterns that felt so incredible on his scalp. His other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him, causing her to gasp and break their kiss, "Zoro!"
Since he was no longer tasting the delicious flavor of Sanji, Zoro pouted, "What?"
She blinked up at him, "We don't have time for that~" Sanji's cheeks were flushed and she looked away, "Lunch will be ready soon."
That's when he realized the huge erection he was sporting and had firmly sandwiched between their bodies. "Oh, shit…" He let go of her and took a step back, now he was the one who was blushing, "I didn't realize… Fuck—yeah…"
Sanji began to laugh, "How don't you realize that?!"
"Umm," he scratched the back of his head and grumbled, "I'm not used to getting turned on all the time."
"So? Can't you still feel it?" She asked perplexedly.
Zoro shrugged, "I just ignore it."
There was absolutely no color in Sanji's face as she stared at him. He was about to ask her if she was okay, when she suddenly asked in disbelief, "Don't you masturbate?"
"Uh, no." He wasn't sure why any of this mattered, but the look she was giving him made Zoro feel like he had unknowingly told her his deepest darkest secret. "Stop staring at me with your mouth open like that, it really isn't helping my situation."
In an instant, the look in Sanji's blue eye changed and her mouth curled into a seductive smile, "I know how I could help your situation…" She fell to her knees and pulled his throbbing cock from his pants, then her tongue wrapped around his head as she gripped the base of his shaft.
"Fuck~!" Zoro caressed her face and watched in awe as she took his length into her mouth. When he felt himself hit the back of her throat, his mouth fell open in pleasure. Sanji had no gag reflex and didn't stop until her nose was buried in his green patch of hair between his hips. He groaned deeply, "Shit, baby—I'm gonna cum…"
With her blue eye gazing up at him, Sanji swallowed around his dick, milking, squeezing every last drop of cum from him before pulling her mouth away. She licked her lips and smirked, "That was fast."
Zoro rubbed his face and huffed, "Shut up."
"Hey~ I wasn't complaining," her curly eyebrow was raised at him, "I find it quite flattering."
He grinned at her, "You should, you're very good at that."
Sanji frowned slightly and shrugged, "I've had a lot of practice."
Furrowing his brow, Zoro clarified, "I was talking about getting me off." Honestly, Zoro didn't want to think about Sanji doing this to other guys, so he helped her stand and told her, "I don't care how many times you've done that, as long as you only ever do it with me from now on."
As Sanji was opening her mouth to say something, the timer on the oven went off. She found his oven mitts in the drawer beside the stove and took the pan out. The food smelled delicious and Sanji smiled approvingly, "Looks like it's done, will you grab us plates?"
He hummed in response and took two clean plates from the cupboard near the sink, then grabbed them silverware. Sanji served them each a piece of chicken and some vegetables while Zoro got them each a glass of water.
They sat at the table together and began to eat, Zoro was grinning after the first bite, "Tastes good."
She playfully rolled her eye, "I'm not a shitty cook, you know~."
"And I'm not a shitty swordsman," he teased back.
"Hey!" Sanji laughed lightheartedly, "I only said that because you were being a dick first!"
Zoro grinned at her, "I know." He took another bite, chewed, and swallowed before admitting, "I just wanted to see you get pissed off."
Sanji narrowed her blue eye at him, "Why?"
He chuckled, "'Cause you look sexy when you're mad."
Her mouth fell open, but she had food in it, so she quickly covered her mouth with her hand. Sanji's eye was wide with surprise, "What the hell? You've got to be joking."
Shaking his head lightly, Zoro smiled softly, "Wish I was."
There was a moment where neither of them said a word, only gazed into the other's eye. Then, Sanji cleared her throat and turned back to her plate, "I still can't believe that you are interested in me."
Seeing a frown on her beautiful face made Zoro's chest feel tight, "Sanji." She turned back to him, "You are amazing." Her eye softened, he could see her vulnerabilities as he gazed back at her with seriousness, "I barely know anything about you and I already know you are the only person I could ever truly love."
Sanji gently bit down on her lower lip, her eye fell to her plate, "Yeah, and what happens when you do get to know me?"
Zoro reached out and covered Sanji's hand with his own, "Then I will really know my girl inside and out."
Her eye met his and Zoro could see the sparkle it held, "Your girl?"
The question caught him off guard, but it made Zoro smile. He gently caressed the back of her hand with his thumb, "Yeah, you're my girl."
A huge grin crossed Sanji's face, it looked like she was trying to hide it because the corners of her mouth kept twitching. Eventually she turned to him, her eye filled with adoration, "I like the sound of that."
He grinned back at her, staring into her gorgeous blue eye, "Me too."
They stayed like that for a moment, before Sanji turned away and continued eating her lunch with a smile. Zoro followed her lead and finished the rest of his food.
I fucking love this woman. I love everything about her, and I want to know EVERYTHING about her. I love being around her, I love talking to her and I love sitting beside her in a comfortable silence. I love eating the food she cooks, and I REALLY love eating HER. Fuck, I don't want her to ever leave my sight. I want to be with her all the time. I hate being away from her, I love how good it feels to be in her presence. Being with Sanji feels so incredible, I feel so complete.
Finished with their lunch, Sanji stood from the table and Zoro followed her to the kitchen sink with their plates in-hand. As she washed the dishes, he dried them. It was a mindless task he had done countless times before, but he was enjoying himself because Sanji was the one handing them to him. Zoro's mind was wandering, day-dreaming really, about doing this every day for the rest of his life.
When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, Zoro turned to Sanji with determination and nervousness, "Spend the night with me—before you ask, it's not because I want to have sex. I'm asking because I want you to sleep with me, in my bed." He sighed and scratched the back of his head, admitting, "I couldn't sleep without you next to me."
Sanji sighed gently, "I couldn't either."
His eye met hers and Zoro returned her worried smile, "Did you give any thought to moving-in with me?"
She closed her eye, "Zoro, I—" Sanji stopped abruptly to groan loudly then continue, "Being with you is…wonderful, but I feel like that is a big decision. If we break-up—"
"We are never going to 'break-up.' Stop fucking thinking like that, okay? I love you, you're my girl, Sanji. I'll take care of you and be here for you for the rest of my life." Her curly eyebrow was furrowed, the curl above her nose, Sanji appeared to be deep in thought. Zoro waited for a moment, but was too frustrated to stop himself from saying, "I'd rather die than spend another day without you."
That brilliant blue eye of hers found his gray one, "Zoro…" They searched each other's gaze as if it held all the answers they were looking for.
"I would live a thousand lifetimes if it's you I'm sent to find," he watched as Sanji's eye widened, "Just for tonight, stay with me—let me show you what every day could be like."
Sanji stared back at him for a moment, then shook her head, "Why me?"
"Seriously? Sanji…" he looked at this gorgeous woman standing in front of him. Zoro took her hand, "Come on." Thankfully, she didn't protest and followed behind him.
He led them downstairs to a small room in his dojo.
"What are we doing here?" It was a fair question to be asked, Zoro turned on the lights and Sanji gasped, "Why do you have a room of mirrors?!"
He lightly chuckled, "For training purposes…" Zoro closed the door to the mirror room, where not only the walls were covered in mirrors, but so was the floor and ceiling. With a purposeful tone, Zoro instructed, "Take off your clothes."
She raised her curly eyebrow, "Will you be taking your clothes off?"
Zoro smirked at her as he grabbed the center of his t-shirt and ripped it off. Her mouth fell open and her eye widened, Zoro crossed his arms over his now-bare chest, "Now hurry up, unless you want me to do the same thing to your pretty dress."
"You wouldn't dare," Sanji's tone was threatening, her eye wide in fury.
His smile grew wider and he cocked his head to the side, "Wanna bet?"
She pursed her lips, staying quiet as she took her dress off only to reveal she was completely naked underneath. Zoro was absolutely speechless, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sanji seemed to realize this, "I wanted to surprise you… I didn't expect… Please say something."
Zoro was still staring lustfully at Sanji's naked figure being reflected from every angle and replicated infinitely through the mirrors. Her pale skin was covered in various colored, sized, and shaped hickeys that he had given her the day before. He opened his mouth and gazed into her eye, "All I want—all I've ever wanted—is right in front of me. I swear, you glow—you burn so bright you could blind somebody, Sanji. I don't care where you have been because now you're with me, and I am the luckiest man alive because you have chosen me."
Sanji's eye was wide open, "I can't see how someone as sexy and incredible in bed would want to be with me."
"Look at yourself!" He waved his arm, gesturing to the mirrors, then closed the distance between them and stood behind her, making eye contact in the mirror, "Sanji, baby, you are the sexiest woman, no—being, that I have ever seen."
She was biting her lip, but her eye was on his, "I don't see it."
His eye widened, "Sanji…" Zoro couldn't believe this, "You are perfect in every single way, you are sooo fucking hot and sexy, I could make it my full-time job to stare down every guy who looks at you the wrong way. I lost count of how many there were at the grocery store alone, then there's All Blue where pretty much anyone with a dick in their pants and probably even those without, get a creepy-all-too-happy smile on their face when you're up on stage."
Sanji rolled her eye, "Oh please," she shook her head in dismay, "You're lying—that's ridiculous!"
"Nothing I said was untrue, no matter how ridiculous you may think it sounds." Zoro removed the clip from her hair and her blonde locks fell around her shoulders. He smiled fondly, "I'm lucky to be the one who gets to see you like this."
As he gently stroked her long golden strands, barely loud enough for him to hear, Sanji whispered, "What do you see when you look at me?"
Zoro smirked, "I see golden strands of hair that shine brighter than the sun on the horizon, sparkling across the water." He turned her body around, so she was facing him and brushed her hair from her face to reveal both of her eyes, "I see eyes so blue, they've got shades that are deep and darker—like the ocean. But there are lighter ones that remind me of the sky as well." As he gazed into her eyes he softened his look, "It's a shame you can't see them yourself."
She was biting her lip now, it was rather distracting, so Zoro decided to kiss her. Sanji released her lip in surprise, opening her mouth, Zoro took full advantage of the opportunity and swirled his tongue inside her. He kept it short and swift, a string of saliva stretched between their mouths as their lips parted. Zoro had a smug look on his face, whereas Sanji looked dazed as she mumbled, "Why'd you stop?"
"Because I'm not done." He clipped her bangs to the side, so they would stay out of her face, Sanji furrowed her eyebrows, "Please, baby… I know you don't like them, but I think your eyebrows are so pretty and unique. Don't pout your delicious lips," he spun her around, so she was once again facing the mirror. "You've got the prettiest smile I've ever seen, it lights up my world, shines a light on my bad mood. Your arms and hands are so skilled in the kitchen, but I don't know who taught you how to cook."
Zoro paused and waited to see if Sanji commented on that, she did not, so he continued, "I see all your flaws and imperfections, that's what makes me love you more. We've got such a spiritual connection—I know this is something real, I've never been in love—well, never been in love until now. In this ordinary world, where nothing is enough—everything is gray, and people mistaken love for lust—but when I hold you in my arms," he sighed, "There isn't anything common about us." He gestured between them as he gazed into her eyes through the mirror.
"I know~ that's why I am afraid to lose you!" Sanji closed her eyes as a single tear slid down her cheek.
"I'll always feel this way about you, I'm not going anywhere. I don't mind waiting if you need some time to love again. I've got your back, I'm on your side." Zoro gave her a reassuring smile, "I know we'd still make it if the planets all faded away. You might think I'm crazy, but I know you're my baby, Sanji. You are the only woman for me."
She looked so cute when she was embarrassed, "How can you just say that like it's nothing?"
He furrowed his brow, "It's not nothing." Zoro didn't know what to say to get through to this woman, "Look, I'm not a good guy, Sanji. I've hurt too many people to count in my life and have never cared or felt remorse for it." With a sigh, he admitted, "But you are different. You make me feel different, and since meeting you I've begun to want something different for my life. I've become selfish, Sanji, I want you to always be mine. I will do all I can to keep you by my side, just because I know it's what feels right."
Sanji stared back at him through the mirror, "Really?"
"Fuck, obviously!" Zoro shook his head in disbelief and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Nothing compares to when I feel you on my skin, it feels so natural where we come together—like a force of nature… You feel that too, don't you?"
Slowly, Sanji nodded her head, "Yeah, I feel it."
Zoro rested his chin on her shoulder, "I've never felt like this before, have you?"
She was nibbling on her lower lip as she slowly shook her head. Sanji's blue eyes were focused on his gray one in the mirror, Zoro's heart was pounding, he was sure she could feel it against her shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, Zoro blurted out, "Love me tonight, like we don't have tomorrow, like there's no time at all—love me like tomorrow is never gonna come, Sanji."
"Zoro…" Her blue eyes seemed to be lost, searching his gray one, "I don't know what to say."
He nuzzled his nose against her cheek, "Say yes. Stay with me, forever. As long as you're feeling the same, let's make it count."
Sanji turned her head and their lips connected; her arms were thrown around his neck and Zoro lifted her, so she could wrap her legs around his waist. As they enthusiastically made out with each other, Zoro used one hand to pull his pants down, freeing his erection. With one hand on her ass holding Sanji against him, Zoro continued to use the other to caress her leaking hole between her legs.
Their kiss was broken as Sanji gasped, then moaned against his shoulder, "Fuck~ Zoro~"
Humming with delight, Zoro took the opportunity to whisper in her ear, "I fucking love you, Sanji. I will never get enough of you, everything about you is so perfect…"
She whimpered when he brushed against her nub, "Shit…"
The sounds she was making as he continued to tease that sensitive spot were very encouraging. Zoro's breathing was labored with his restraint, "Damn, baby… You sound like such a slut, moaning like that."
"Ahhh~ Zoro~ I wan- I need your cock inside of me!" Her head rolled to the side, so she was looking him in the eye, her own were filled with desire.
A low growl came from his throat, then he positioned himself at her opening and pulled her hips down onto his throbbing dick. The sensation of being inside of her was absolutely incredible, so warm and wet, inviting, hugging him tightly, clamping down and squeezing.
"Uhhhh~! Baby~ FUCK! You feel sooo~ gooood~!" Sanji was riding him and meeting his every thrust with one of her own.
Standing in the middle of the room of mirrors, he was easily able to watch her reactions as he held Sanji in his arms and fucked her. "Fuck… YES! Baby~ I love the way you feel around my dick, so tight and wet."
"Fuck~ Zoro~ Harder, harder, harder… Ahhhh~!" She tilted her head back with her eyes and mouth wide open.
He grunted as he followed her orders, "Look at yourself, Sanji. You love this too, you love the way I touch you and fuck you like no one ever has."
"YES! YES! YES! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! FUCK~!" Sanji's fingernails were digging into the skin where she held onto his shoulders, Zoro could feel the sting but he didn't mind it one bit.
As he effortlessly hit that sweet spot deep inside Sanji, making her scream incoherently, he was feeling himself getting close. "Sanji… Sanji, shit…" Zoro adjusted his hands so he could rub her sensitive bud, which made her legs begin to quiver and shake around him.
"AHHH~! YEAH~ RUB MY CLIT HARDER!" She was putty in his arms.
Of course, Zoro did as Sanji instructed and rubbed her 'clit' harder with his fingertips. He watched as her eyes rolled back into her skull and moaned, "Do you want me to cum inside of you?"
"Mmmmm, my mouth…" She loosened her grip on his shoulders and Zoro felt her fingernails leave his skin.
He pulled out of her then lowered her to the floor. Sanji's mouth wrapped around his nearly-bursting cock, Zoro sighed in relief and pleasure as he came in her mouth, "Ahh~ Ohhh~ Sanji… Sanji, baby… You are so fucking sexy!"
She was licking him clean, even her own juices she had leaked onto him. The sight of the gorgeous blonde woman doing this to him was too much, he was still hard. It was hard to believe he had actually just ejaculated considering how erect he still was.
Sanji's eyes met his and Zoro gazed longingly into them, "Do you see what you do to me?"
A cute smile and small giggle crossed her lips, "You should see yourself."
Zoro smirked, "Yeah, I know~ you like my muscles." Then he rolled his eye, "You're deflecting the topic from yourself."
Her mouth fell open in shock, "N-no I'm not!"
He gave her a knowing look before becoming more serious, "Don't you know how fucking beautiful you are?"
She pouted, "I'm not!"
Zoro stared back at her with a blank expression, "You're kidding right?"
Sanji huffed, "No, I'm not kidding. I'm just an ugly, unwanted, unloved, worthless person who doesn't deserve you to treat me like you do."
There were no words that came to Zoro, he was at a complete loss and had no idea what to say to that ridiculous statement. He just stared at her, thinking she must be crazy, before finally clearing his throat and kneeling on the floor with her and took her hands in his own, "None of those things are true, Sanji. I promise to remind you of that every day for the rest of our lives, okay?"
Tears were filling her gorgeous blue eyes as she nodded her head, "Okay."
Zoro kissed her lips, hard. He wanted to express how much it meant to him for her to agree with him. When he pulled away, he whispered against her mouth, "I love you so much, Sanji."
She threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him, burying her face into the crook of his neck. Her voice was so quiet as she confessed, "I feel like I don't deserve it."
"Why? Talk to me, let's go deeper. I wanna get to know you," he kissed her bare shoulder and ran his nose against her throat.
He heard a sniffle before she told him, "No one has ever wanted me, my own family didn't even want me. My own father didn't care if I was raised by someone else after my mom died."
This was all new information for Zoro, he didn't know about any of this, "Baby, what are you talking about?"
A sob broke from Sanji, "My mom died when I was six, since then I was raised by the chef we had—Zeff." She was crying as she explained, "My family was abusive, Zeff saw that and asked my father if he could raise me himself and took me away."
"Sanji, baby, Zeff cares about you. He made sure you wouldn't be around people who didn't treat you right." Zoro didn't know what else to say, all the things running through his mind were probably inappropriate considering it was mostly unkind words regarding her 'family.' This Zeff guy was the only one Zoro had anything nice to say about.
"For the past twenty years I've only been a burden to him," she hugged him tighter, "He never wanted a kid he needed to take care of. I've spent my whole life trying to make up for all the trouble I've caused him."
Zoro held Sanji closer to his chest, kissing her forehead, he gently petted the back of her head, "What kind of trouble could you possibly cause—other than having so many boys want to date you?"
That made her snort, "Zeff isn't really the type of guy who knows how to deal with a teenage girl."
"So, there were lots of boys who wanted to date you?" He chuckled back.
She playfully hit his chest, "No~, like he didn't know how to teach me about girl things—you know~, periods and boy problems—anything that involves emotions and feelings."
"Oh." Now Zoro didn't know what to say other than to ask, "How'd your mom die?"
Sanji sighed, "She was sick, I don't remember with what, it was a long time ago."
"Hmm, I never knew my mother, or my father. I was raised by my sensei after he found out I didn't have parents. He had a daughter who was a little older than me," he smiled slightly, remembering his old friend. "I know you might think you were a burden, but Zeff wouldn't have raised you if he didn't care about you and want to."
She was quiet for a moment before asking, "Do you still talk to them?"
Zoro took a deep breath, "Koushirou and I talk still. Kuina died when we were kids."
He could feel Sanji's body freeze in his arms, "I'm sorry."
Hugging her tighter, Zoro assured her, "It's okay, it was a long time ago."
Sanji shook her head against his neck, "Just because it happened years ago doesn't make it hurt any less. You cared about her, I know you must miss her—I miss my mom, too."
Sighing, Zoro confirmed, "I do miss her. We used to train together, she was so much better than me, too—I could never beat her. She wanted to be the best, so she trained harder than anyone else. Since she was a girl, she would always say she wouldn't be able to keep up with me one day." He paused and reminisced, "We made a promise that one day, one of us would become the greatest swordsman in the world."
With a look of admiration in her eyes, Sanji simple stated, "You did it for her."
Zoro nodded his head, "Yeah…after she died, Koushirou let me have her katana. I've kept her with me ever since as a reminder to fulfill our dream."
"And now you have," she smiled at him, her blue eyes shining up at him.
He nodded and smiled softly, "What about you? Why did you want to open a restaurant?"
Sanji wiped her drying tears from her cheeks, "I'm from the north, when Zeff took me away, we stopped in Raftel and I thought it was the most beautiful place I had ever seen. We opened the Baratie in East Blue City and it became popular for Zeff's cooking. I would sing there growing up, and when I was older I started cooking, too."
"So, you wanted to come back to Raftel and open your own restaurant?" Zoro was piecing things together, "That spot at the cliff…it's special to you."
She nodded her head, "Yeah, Zeff and I went there when I was a kid. He told me that my future was wide open, and I could do anything I put my mind to." A tear slid down her cheek, "He said I never needed to go back to my family again, and that we would always be together."
"See," he wiped the tear from her face with his thumb, "Zeff cares about you. He loves you no matter what, he might just not know how to say it."
Biting her lower lip, Sanji appeared deep in thought, "You think so?"
Zoro cupped her face in his hand and gave her a soft kiss, "Yes, of course."
She smiled at him, "I'd like you to meet him."
He blinked back at her in surprise, "Really?"
Sanji was now blushing, "Yeah, I mean…I think so?"
Zoro chuckled at her reaction, "I would love to meet him, Sanji."
"Really?" She bashfully smiled.
Kissing her again, this time more eagerly, Zoro pulled away and whispered, "Of course, I would love to meet Zeff. One day, I'd love to introduce you to Koushirou, too."
Her arms were wrapped around his neck so tightly, Zoro was hardly able to breathe. It was one of the best feelings he had ever felt in his life. Sanji kissed his cheek and he could feel her smile as she said, "I'd love that."
Cradling her body against his own, Zoro sighed contently, "I love you." He kissed her head and asked, "Should we go back upstairs?"
"Yeah, I bet the laundry is ready to go in the dryer." Sanji pulled away from him and reached for her dress, "By the way, why don't you have any scars on your back?"
Zoro smirked, "Scars on the back are a swordsman's shame."
Sanji stared at him with a worried expression, "Oh… I hope my nail marks don't leave scars then…"
His smirk grew larger, "I'd be happy to get scars if they're from your fingernails digging into my back as I'm fucking you." Then Zoro stood and lifted Sanji into his arms, "Those are the only kind of scars I want on my back."
With an adorable sigh, Sanji nuzzled against his neck and relaxed in his arms as she let him carry her back upstairs. Zoro couldn't contain his ear-splitting grin, because he had gotten Sanji to open-up to him and talk about her insecurities—and he was able to ease her mind of her troubles.
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