Title: Since Then - Part II
Pairing: ZoSan
Word Count: 401
Rating: PG for language & man snuggles
Disclaimer: I don't own One Piece, or the characters in this story.

Another short and cracky follow up piece to 'Zoro learns some manners' - a few years after they finally figured out how they feel :D I seem to be on a Zoro kick at the moment, but I'm sure there will be some Sanji-love soon enough!

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Sanji felt the heat of the sunshine on the bedding. It slowly crept up, until his whole body was starting to overheat. Zoro's breath was tickling his ear and he wanted to get up and make breakfast. It was practically brunch time by now anyway! Nami would probably be grumpy…

He turned over and made to swing his legs out of bed. The strong arms - which up until now had just been at his side - wrapped him up in a determined embrace. Zoro mumbled something in his sleep and wriggled one leg between the blonde's slender thighs. The swordsman sighed contentedly and squeezed him just a little tighter.

"Damn Marimo, let me go… I have to make breakfast baka," he said, his voice stern but nowhere near as loud as he had intended it. Zoro's fingers swept up his chest and his nose burrowed further into Sanji's hair. The cook could tell he was still asleep. He did this all the time, as well as insisting that they have a sleep-in together on Sundays Zoro also immobilised him every time he tried to leave the bed.

For someone who was meant to be so fiercely independent, he sure liked to snuggle. Idiot.

"Marimo, let me go!" He grumbled, as he wriggled lamely against the swordsman's muscled chest.

"Mmmf…" Zoro mumbled into his hair and pressed his body flush against Sanji's back.

It was time to rely on the only thing that seemed to get through this idiot's head when he was fast asleep. He had to say his name, just so. Then the idiot knew it was him and he was serious. Sanji liked to think it was Zoro's uncanny battle-sense for self preservation. After all, if he didn't have at least one way to wake the lazy bastard up then he probably would have killed him by now…

"Zoro! Let. Me. Go."

"Love you too… love cook…" mumbled the swordsman. Still asleep.

Damn it marimo. Now I feel guilty and embarrassed.

Fuck it.

"You're such a damn pain."

They could wait. They could all wait.

Sanji wriggled back and let Zoro wrap him up. Calloused fingers traced his stomach muscles and then gently but firmly turned him over.

"I know, I know. I'm the biggest pain in your perfect ass. Now come here." Zoro pressed his lips to the cook's and pulled their hips together.

Definitely awake.

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