Sanji's body had adjusted to waking up at early times in the morning, so it was only natural that the chef's eyes suddenly snapped open. Normally the cook would have felt groggy when he woke up this early in such cold weather, but this morning he awoke feeling warm and surprisingly refreshed. A warm hand was still pressed against the pale skin of his stomach, and memories from last night flooded through Sanji's mind. Now the hand on his skin felt blistering hot against him and with a distasteful grunt, Sanji wretched the hand away from him, pushing the rest of Zoro's body off of him too. This of course awoke the swordsman, who sat up and looked around in confusion. The chef's heartbeat sped up again when Zoro's eyes finally rested on him. "What time is it?" the swordsman asked through a yawn as his fingers scratched at his green hair. Sanji sat up and unfolded his suit jacket before he hastily slipped it on. "Six" was the cook's gruff reply, and he stood up, patting away some invisible dirt from his pants. Zoro mumbled "Shit" as he rubbed at his eyes, and began to stand up himself. Sanji didn't bother to stay and listen to the other man complain about how early it was. He couldn't stand the sight of the other man at the moment, let alone hear the sound of his voice, because all it did was remind him of the way Zoro had huskily whispered in his ear last night. Sanji really did not need to remember that shit right now.

The temperature was becoming colder each day that they approached closer to the upcoming winter island, and the chill was evident from the way Sanji struggled to open the hatch door. After three attempts at pushing it open, the ice that sealed it shut finally gave way and shattered from Sanji's force. As the chef ascended out of the room, an icy wind cut through his clothing, and nearly knocked him over from the force. The man could barely see through the snow clouded breeze, and he squinted in awe at the sight of the deck being completely covered in frozen ice. Looking down into the men's room, Zoro could be seen slowly making his way out onto the deck. As soon as the swordsman had fully exited the mens bunk room, Sanji kicked the small hatch door closed in order to keep the other occupants in the room warm. Folding his arms in front of his eyes, Sanji attempted to block the harsh wind from hitting his face and headed towards his safe haven.

Soon enough he trudged into the kitchen with Zoro in tow, and together they leant against the door and closed it with echoing grunts. Sanji hurriedly flicked the stove on - after many attempts - and soon the room warmed up slightly, but not enough to stop the men from shivering. It was after a short few minutes of sitting in awkward silence that the kettle on the stove began to whistle. The chef filled two empty mugs to the brim full of hot water, and placed one in front of the swordsman. Soon another wave of silence wafted between the two men sitting at the table, and Sanji found that it was time to speak up about the thoughts running through his mind.

"I don't want you pulling any shit like that with me again, you shitty marimo."

The other man looked up with an arched eyebrow and huffed with a knowing smirk.

"Are you sure about that? You seemed pretty keen last night."

"I was in a vulnerable state you shit head!"

Zoro leaned forward until he was an arms length from Sanji, and narrowed his eyes. The cook in turn, attempted to create more space between them. The green haired man folded his arms and leant both elbows on top of the table between them.

"I just wanted to have a little fun. Geez, it's the least you could let me do for helping you..."

At that comment Sanji slapped both hands on the table and pulled himself up, effectively towering over Zoro.

"So that's what this is about?! You help me with my problem, and in return I have to cater to your sexual needs?!"

The man in question copied the blond's movements and began to defend himself. "You know that's not what it's about!"

"Then why are you helping me Zoro?! You've never even given a rat's ass about me until the other night!" Sanji gripped the sheet covering the table and glared at Zoro, prompting him to answer.

The shaking of the kitchen door gathered the attention of the swordsman, but Sanji remained staring a hole into the other man's head. The crackling of ice and the creaking of wood were the only sounds in the room, and for a second Zoro was about to answer to Sanji, when the wooden door finally slammed open. A gentle exclamation of "Oh my..." was heard before the door was then closed again. Robin smoothed down her wind blown hair and speculated the scene before her.

"Swordsman-san, it is quite peculiar to see you up this early in the morning."

"Ah yeah..uhm.."

"Oh, did I perhaps interrupt something here?"

Zoro opened his mouth much like a goldfish to answer her, but Sanji beat him to it. "Of course not Robin-chwan," Sanji exclaimed, sending one last scowling look Zoro's way before he continued, "We were just finished."

TBC

Uh oh spaghettio! Sorry for the shortness of this one, I'm expecting the next one to hopefully be a lot longer. I also apologise if I made Sanji seem to be a bit of a drama queen, but he has reason to be. Reviews have been asking for more of the crew member's involvement, and your wish will be coming true.

I have also been thinking of another story that I want to work on whenever i get butthurt from writing 'snug'. It will involve children...and Sanji...

There's only one problem though, I have two story's that revolve around the same subject, but at the same time are different, kind of like an alternate ending but with the same characters. Should I write both? Or just stick to one? I'm rambling! Long note I know, sorry! Thanks for reading and reviewing your thoughts!