A/N:Okay, I've tried hard to add more detail like a lot of you guys advised me to! Thanks for the reviews! It makes me put much more effort into writing!
Oh, and sorry for the layout being so different from chapter to chapter.. hope you don't mind.. heh heh
Disclaimer: Me do not own se One Piece. Se One Piece belongs to Sensei Oda
Chapter four
Sanji pulled the cold blanket over himself to get warm. He slipped out of his clothes though he'd really like to sleep in it. But considering on how he'd look the next day in front of the ladies, he dropped most of his clothes.
He tried to get to sleep for a couple of minutes while he tried to clear his thoughts. He was freezing like hell. He snapped a shirt lying on Zoro's bed. He didn't think anything through he just put it on and snuggled down under the sheets and closed his eyes.
Definitely much better.
His thoughts dwelled on a certain swordsman for a couple of minutes. All theses weird things had happened the past few days that it felt like he had forgotten it all.
He dreamed he was going off the Going Merry to look for food on a random island. He had left the crew behind and was digging deep into the forest.
Desperate to meet anybody except from the crew he had been stuck with for months, he ended up between fair princesses, kings and knights! He helped a knight who looked like Nami killing a big dragon. He had a ringmail and a big sword, but he stilled used his feet as he was used too.
A fat queen came running to him when they had killed the dragon to congratulate them.
A big hand grabbed his shoulder and Sanji woke up immediately at the feeling of the swordsman's muscular and damn cold body dump down on the bed and go against his back.
It bumped down on the bed.
Zoro removed Sanji's hair to avoid getting it into his face.
'What are you doing?' Sanji whispered.
'Hey, you stole my only night shirt so you might as well help me get warm you stupid cook.' Sanji sighed and felt Zoro's angry breath into his neck. Sanji struggled a bit to get out of his hold.
'What's your problem?' Zoro growled into his ear.
'You're fucking freezing cold!'
'Well if you're not gonna help me get warm, give me my shirt back.' He argued back.
Zoro was getting very confused and angry. What the hell was his problem? In a split second Zoro imagined himself finding out how Sanji'd played a trick on him to see if he was kissing men.
Zoro forced himself to forget that thought.
'Alright I'll help you get warm if you shut up and leave when you're warm.'
'You're fucking weird man.' Zoro growled. Why the fuck would that fucking cook kiss him if he didn't want him in his bed.
Zoro might seem dumb when all Sanji knew of him was to work out and never being as sensitive as that love-cook.
He didn't let go of the cook.
'No, you're weird.'
Zoro sighed.
He always wants the last word. He pulled the cook closer to him and clutched his skinny body into his arms. The anger almost made him want to crush Sanji right in his arms. Just because he could.
'Argh, you're squeezing me to death.' He whined.
Zoro still said nothing but kept still in his position and acted like he was sleeping. He was very soon. He was the only one, at any rate in that bed who could sleep.
Sanji's eyes were wide open. His body was trapped in his arms. His lower region was pressed against his.
Why would he fight Zoro, if this were what he wanted so badly?
He stared at his own breath has it became fog. He could also see Zoro's fog-breath as it came out of his mouth. Sanji was not warm at all. Zoro had just stolen all the warmth Sanji had gotten when he was on night shift.
He was sure that Zoro's fog-breath was much more invisible than his own.
So why would Zoro go crazy when Sanji'd kissed him if he later on would keep touching him? Sanji bit his lower lip and tried to focus on sleeping.
His lower region was still pressed against Zoro's. One leg was lying over Sanji's pair of legs.
Sanji had one arm free and pulled it up to look at his fingers. Two of them was wrapped in plaster. He had cut himself several times on the kitchen meat knife today.
Zoro'd call him an idiot but not do anything about it. He'd throw a pack of plaster in his head and walk out on the deck. He always leaves.
The worst thing was that Zoro could do things. Sanji was the best cook on east blue, but after what happened few days ago, Sanji couldn't even hols a meat knife properly when Zoro was in the room.
Sanji put the fingers to his face to feel how different the temperature was. His hand was freezing. The other one was fine, but that was definitely not because it was wrapped up in Zoro's hands. He slowly put his hand to lie besides the other.
Zoro's hands were dry and rough. Not actually a beauty's hand. The cook slowly placed a very small kiss on the swordsman's hand before finally closing his eyes.
I'm such a girl…
I keep thinking this is a fucking girly story! It's very annoying.. Do you guys think it is? Anyway if there's anything you think I should improve on please feel free to tell me! Except for my spelling.. I now I'll never be as good as you English/American writers out there!
