Sanji/Zoro (7)
(Just His Luck)
Zoro groaned, slowly coming back into a conscious reality as he opened his eyes.
He blinked a few times, trying to get his vision to clear before shifting and pushing himself up on his elbows. His lower half felt like he tied weights to himself, they were so sore and heavy he didn't want to move them.
The wounds under the bandages ached and looking down he could see a few places where red stained the white cloth. This also included places where the wrappings where starting to loosen and sag.
Instead of forcing himself out of bed like normal, he gave into his body's demands and crossed his arms, laying his head down on them, waiting for the memories of what happened, why he was more sore than he felt he should be from the wounds to appear through his sleep muddled brain.
Flashes of blonde hair, cool blue eyes, wet kisses, skin on skin, moans, pressure, and pleasure covered his mind's eye and he snapped up, ignoring the white hot pain it sparked, and shifted himself to sit awkwardly on the edge of the bed.
He glanced around quickly, his room was a bit of a mess, but now that he was thinking a bit clearer, his scenes seemed to open. Inhaling gave him a nose full of nothing but the cook and him, and heat.
He swallowed hard and glanced around the room again, looking for any sign that the blonde was still there.
His heart started to drop down into his stomach as he looked, finding no sign, other than his scent, of the cook. No body next to him on the bed, no clothes draped over anything, nothing.
His lips tightened and he felt a little boneless at the implication.
He didn't mean for this to happen. He would have been fine with bearing his affections alone forever as long as it meant he could, at least, be near Sanji. But now…
His eyes caught sight of the nightstand by his bed, or rather what was on it.
On a circular tray just sitting there on top of the stand, was a hefty portion of food. All arranged neatly.
He knew he should be hungry but he couldn't bring himself to eat. He turned away from it and put his head in his hand.
Why did this have to happen?
He finally had some real hope that maybe Sanji didn't hate him. And then his heat just had to interfere. Sanji probably couldn't control himself against his instincts with how much of a pervert he could be.
So the outcome of this all.. wouldn't be good.
Sanji most likely was going to do anything to avoid him now. Too awkward and angry that he did all that with someone he didn't like, a guy at that, to even give him a second glance.
This was just ... his ... luck.