One Piece isn't mine. So please don't sue me…

Come To Bed, Stupid, rated PG-13 for language.

It was three o'clock in the damn morning. And the love-cook still hadn't come to bed.

Zoro grumbled unintelligibly under his breath as he ascended the ladder and strolled across the deck towards the faint lamplight glowing from the galley doorway. Sure, if Sanji wanted to be a fool and forgo a night of sleep, it was no skin off his nose, but the asshole got cranky as hell if he didn't sleep right. And after several months of sharing the same hammock, it got kind of lonely at night without the blonde bedwarmer. Though he'd be loath to admit it.

The sight that greeted him from inside gave him pause. The kitchen table was littered with Sanji's vast collection of cookbooks, some stacked teeteringly high, others open to well-thumbed recipes while scraps of paper stuck out from between other pages, bookmarking more sites of interest. Scattered between the books lay notes, lists, and various other paraphernalia Sanji pulled out whenever he planned the crew's rations and meals.

And then there was Sanji. Golden strands of fine hair splayed over the pale skin of the arm his head rested upon. Slouched over one of his larger cookbooks, his soft snores echoed through the quiet room as Zoro crept in to lay his hands on the other's shoulders. "Oi, Sanji."

The blonde mumbled something along the lines of "let the stew simmer for about half an hour more." He shifted, planting his face firmly against the spine of the book next to him.

Zoro rolled his eyes. If nothing else, Sanji was definitely a sound sleeper. "C'mon, asshole, wake up," he muttered, punctuating his words with a shake of those narrow shoulders.

"Ngh, don't wanna." The cook tried to drowsily shrug the swordsman's large hands from him, but quickly gave up. "Go 'way, 'm sleepin'."

Zoro reached up to brush blonde hair from Sanji's face and pressed a soft kiss to his temple. "No you're not. Come down to bed."

Sanji grumbled and finally sat up, fingers scrubbing at his sleepy eyes and wiping the thin trickle of drool from his cheek; faint red lines marked where he'd lain pressed against his book. "Fine. What time is it, anyway?"

"About three."

"It's that late already? Damn." Sanji glanced blearily over the mess of his table. "And I didn't finish planning the meals for next week."

"Finish them tomorrow. You should come down and get some sleep so you aren't a completely unpleasant bastard in the morning."

"Hn." He finally stood and stretched languidly before turning back to Zoro. "What, lonely down there or something?"

"No," Zoro replied, perhaps a little too quickly. "I just know how cranky you get if you don't sleep. And I don't feel like putting up with that tomorrow."

Sanji laughed softly and blew out the lamp, sending the galley into darkness. "Yeah, sure."

"It's true, you dumb shit."

"Whatever." He lovingly kicked the swordsman in the shin. "Sounds like I'm not the only one who should get to bed."

Zoro bit back a retort and pushed the cook roughly from the galley. Next time he was just gonna let the bastard drool on his books all night long.

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