Sanji now found himself in Zoro's very warm, very comfortable home and was slowly beginning to heat up by the electric fire in the living room whilst his clothes, soaked through by the snow, dried out on the radiator. Zoro had given him some fresh clothes, a top and a pair of sweats that were one or two sizes too big, and a blanket to wrap himself up in. The mossy man came and sat down beside him.

"You warming up yet?" Zoro asked, voice low and soft so as not to disturb Tony, Sanji presumed, but he liked to pretend the man was talking like that for another reason. He nodded and said, as equally as soft,

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You're a moron, you know that? You didn't have to walk all the way through the snow to tell me you were sorry."

"I know. I guess I am an idiot, huh?"

Zoro looked at him with his dark eyes, flecked with the reflections of light from the fire, and Sanji really saw him for once. He could follow the curve of his cheekbones, could see the two faint scars on his chin and the one up by his hairline. His skin had a healthy, rich hue to it and Sanji could see the slight lines on his forehead from frowning, and the creases at the corners of his almond shaped eyes from those rare smiles. There was a slight pull on Zoro's lips, a sort of half-there smile, and right by the left corner of his mouth was the softest of dimples… how had he never noticed that before?

"I guess you are." He said, and Sanji would've described his tone as coy if he didn't know the man.

And that was all it took.

Sanji kissed him, chaste at first but ever the more firmly when he felt Zoro's mouth relaxing after seizing up in surprise, and it felt… it felt right. He was so sure that this was the most right thing he'd ever done in his life and he could feel his heartbeat thrumming against his chest like a caged bird that wanted to be set free and his pulse fluttered uncontrollably in his neck, his arteries practically vibrating.

And Zoro didn't pull away and Sanji's chest could've sung for joy when he felt Zoro's hands touching him, warm skin, even warmer than the fire, cupping the right side of his neck and the top of his left arm. He brought his hands up under Zoro's chin, his thumbs placed either side of his jaw, and just held there. Because this was perfect. He didn't know why but it just was.

The warmth on his lips was suddenly gone and his eyes snapped open, surprised to find himself looking up with Zoro looking down at him. He didn't remember Zoro moving over him but he didn't even care. Zoro looked serious, despite the obvious haze of lust in his eyes, "Are you sure you want this?"

Sanji's stomach clenched at what was being offered to him and a swirl of arousal flooded between his thighs. It took him a moment to get through the haze of sex induced thoughts racing through his elated mind before he could give his answer, "Yes, of course I do…" He didn't particularly like the way his voice wavered with breathlessness and he forced himself to add a, "Dumbass," in order to regain control again.

Zoro smiled and there was that dimple again, soft and subtle, but there and beautiful, and he leaned down to place a kiss on Sanji's throat, his lips no doubt feeling out the erratic pulse there, "Bedroom," He managed, placing another kiss there again afterwards.

Sanji had never been more eager to get to a room in his life.