A Cowards Heart: A Meal for Two
Description: Sanji makes a meal he's sure will make Nami love him, so how come he ends up sharing it with Zorro? A sweet Sanji/Zorro fic. Comments encouraged!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Sanji sat in shock for a moment, then looked straight into Zorros eyes.
"You sure are talking a lot tonight. Usually it's just "Oi" Or "Hey". " Zorro sunk down in his chair. He really felt like he had Sanji there, that it would be impossible for the cook to run away.
"Normally I would say, it wasn't any of your business. I don't pry into your life, after all. Normally I'd kick you in the head for talking to me like this, but I am recovering from an injury with your help. Normally I'd refuse to answer or lie. I don't know why tonight is so different." Zorro looked into the blonds face wondering if he was about to be surprised.
"I'm not in the habit of questioning why I do the things I do. Sure I admit it, I was scared. I suppose I do run away from things like that. Are you so perfect though?"
"Heh. No. I wanted you to realize that you don't have to run. I want to give you reason to believe you can follow your desires. Sorry if I was a little harsh. "
"Why would it matter to you?" Sanji pondered aloud.
"Well if I were to say, kiss you again, I wouldn't want you to feel any regrets. I don't like being abandoned emotionally or otherwise. When I want someone, I want it all.not just one part." Zorro felt stupid saying this. The cook was the one who was supposed to know about love. Stupid cook! So dense. Then again, Zorro didn't know if he loved the cook or if the feelings were that intense for the cook either. That didn't matter though. All Zorro was doing was building a foundation that something profound could go on at a later time.
Sanji remembered the kiss they shared moments before and how even after it happened how he started denying his feelings. His eyes rose to meet the swordsmans face. He seemed frustrated and maybe a little embarrassed.
"If I can be safe with you I won't run. I'll prove to you that I don't have a lick of coward in me. " Sanji leaned over and felt the strong face of the man who walked on glass for him. Sanji stood and as coolly as he could, walked over to Zorros seat, ran his fingers through the short green hair and bent the head back, kissing him with a gentle but passionate pressure.
Zorro returned the kiss and reached up feeling the long neck of the blond. He slung his other hand the thin mans waist and brought him down so he was sitting in his lap. They had to separate for a moment as they changed position but resumed kissing again. It was a little strange..both men thought. Both men had a bravado around them most of the time but somehow as the evening had progressed the act had been gradually left behind to the point where a one could sit in the others lap with the only awkwardness being that yesterday either man would have rather died than be put in that position. At least that's what they would have said.
They broke the kiss and exchanged smiles. Zorro reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal case and handed it to the man on his lap before taking up his glass of wine in his hand.
"Happy Birthday Sanji." Sanji took the case with a surprised expression. He refused to ask how Zorro knew, too clique. Instead he looked to his gift. A long silver case with a etching that looked kind of like his face, and his signature as 'Mr. Prince." He opened the case with a snap. Orange tinted sunglasses looked up at him. He used to have a pair similar to these but they were broken in a fight. He always loved those glasses.
"Thank you! I love them!"
"These won't break so easily." He handed the birthday boy his glass of wine. "And now a toast! To getting the courage to follow your heart." He raised his glass. Sanji raised his.
"And enjoying every second of where it takes you! Cheers!" The cook finished. They clinked glasses and sipped the wine and smiled at each other.
"Well said."
"Of course." The silence came around them and as the evidence of the recent sunset faded into the ocean the two just sat there sipping their wine looking at each other.
"I still haven't bandaged the cuts on your legs, they looked minor, but we don't want them to get infected."
"You'll have to get out of those close first.I don't want to bleed on your one decent outfit." They kissed again and Sanji stood and slunk toward his bedroom.
"Of course not." Zorro smiled as he followed him.
"I'm warning you..you better give me my damn cigarettes, I have a feeling I'll be needing them."
Okay! Now who wants a sex chapter? I'm not sure myself.I have some ideas for later in the morning though! Comment! Love me!
Description: Sanji makes a meal he's sure will make Nami love him, so how come he ends up sharing it with Zorro? A sweet Sanji/Zorro fic. Comments encouraged!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Sanji sat in shock for a moment, then looked straight into Zorros eyes.
"You sure are talking a lot tonight. Usually it's just "Oi" Or "Hey". " Zorro sunk down in his chair. He really felt like he had Sanji there, that it would be impossible for the cook to run away.
"Normally I would say, it wasn't any of your business. I don't pry into your life, after all. Normally I'd kick you in the head for talking to me like this, but I am recovering from an injury with your help. Normally I'd refuse to answer or lie. I don't know why tonight is so different." Zorro looked into the blonds face wondering if he was about to be surprised.
"I'm not in the habit of questioning why I do the things I do. Sure I admit it, I was scared. I suppose I do run away from things like that. Are you so perfect though?"
"Heh. No. I wanted you to realize that you don't have to run. I want to give you reason to believe you can follow your desires. Sorry if I was a little harsh. "
"Why would it matter to you?" Sanji pondered aloud.
"Well if I were to say, kiss you again, I wouldn't want you to feel any regrets. I don't like being abandoned emotionally or otherwise. When I want someone, I want it all.not just one part." Zorro felt stupid saying this. The cook was the one who was supposed to know about love. Stupid cook! So dense. Then again, Zorro didn't know if he loved the cook or if the feelings were that intense for the cook either. That didn't matter though. All Zorro was doing was building a foundation that something profound could go on at a later time.
Sanji remembered the kiss they shared moments before and how even after it happened how he started denying his feelings. His eyes rose to meet the swordsmans face. He seemed frustrated and maybe a little embarrassed.
"If I can be safe with you I won't run. I'll prove to you that I don't have a lick of coward in me. " Sanji leaned over and felt the strong face of the man who walked on glass for him. Sanji stood and as coolly as he could, walked over to Zorros seat, ran his fingers through the short green hair and bent the head back, kissing him with a gentle but passionate pressure.
Zorro returned the kiss and reached up feeling the long neck of the blond. He slung his other hand the thin mans waist and brought him down so he was sitting in his lap. They had to separate for a moment as they changed position but resumed kissing again. It was a little strange..both men thought. Both men had a bravado around them most of the time but somehow as the evening had progressed the act had been gradually left behind to the point where a one could sit in the others lap with the only awkwardness being that yesterday either man would have rather died than be put in that position. At least that's what they would have said.
They broke the kiss and exchanged smiles. Zorro reached into his pocket and pulled out a metal case and handed it to the man on his lap before taking up his glass of wine in his hand.
"Happy Birthday Sanji." Sanji took the case with a surprised expression. He refused to ask how Zorro knew, too clique. Instead he looked to his gift. A long silver case with a etching that looked kind of like his face, and his signature as 'Mr. Prince." He opened the case with a snap. Orange tinted sunglasses looked up at him. He used to have a pair similar to these but they were broken in a fight. He always loved those glasses.
"Thank you! I love them!"
"These won't break so easily." He handed the birthday boy his glass of wine. "And now a toast! To getting the courage to follow your heart." He raised his glass. Sanji raised his.
"And enjoying every second of where it takes you! Cheers!" The cook finished. They clinked glasses and sipped the wine and smiled at each other.
"Well said."
"Of course." The silence came around them and as the evidence of the recent sunset faded into the ocean the two just sat there sipping their wine looking at each other.
"I still haven't bandaged the cuts on your legs, they looked minor, but we don't want them to get infected."
"You'll have to get out of those close first.I don't want to bleed on your one decent outfit." They kissed again and Sanji stood and slunk toward his bedroom.
"Of course not." Zorro smiled as he followed him.
"I'm warning you..you better give me my damn cigarettes, I have a feeling I'll be needing them."
Okay! Now who wants a sex chapter? I'm not sure myself.I have some ideas for later in the morning though! Comment! Love me!
