A/N: I bet you guys weren't expecting this lol
Prompt:Zoro worshipping Sanji's hands as suggested by BrainDeadMaggot and Zoro tickling Sanji as suggested by Red Rose.
I hope I don't disappoint.
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The duties and chores on the ship were carefully divided by Nami with every crew member having to do at least one type of chore once a day. The Captain was, for obvious reasons, left out of this meticulous chart as everyone knew that he would do more harm than good. Luffy was definitely not happy about it because he wanted his name to be up on the calendar in a cool colour like everyone else's name was. In the end the Navigator just ended up adding his name on the calendar without actually giving him something to do, which then ticked off Usopp 'cause he thought this was a little unfair which led Zoro to reaffirm his belief that only a clever witch like Nami could handle and understand the dynamics of this crew. All in all, the Swordsman was a happy man since he got to spend Wednesday afternoons with the Cook washing the dishes.
The past week had been quite annoying for Zoro thanks to Luffy jumping around the ship, telling everyone that he and the Cook were doing it without actually saying those words. Nami (as usual) was the first one to react, cornering the two of them in the crow's nest after dinner one night and asking various questions regarding their (as she put it) "relationship status". This embarrassed the stupid Cook and while Zoro did enjoy seeing his face turn red, but he only did so when he was the one putting the colour there. Nami's inquisition threw their progress off track because now the question of what the two of them felt for each other and how far would they take this was looming at the back of their heads.
So, when Wednesday afternoon came, Zoro was a little too excited to spend some time alone with the blond. But of course his pride led him to pretend that he couldn't be less affected by their predicament. The kitchen was occupied by just the two of them and they worked in silence. This silence was occasionally interrupted by Luffy bursting in for extra food or checking whether his two crewmates were excluding him from the fun game yet again. This was amusing for Zoro because every time, Luffy crashed in the Cook would jump up with surprise, his cheeks tinted slightly, he would kick the Captain out.
Around the third time it happened, Zoro suggested with a smirk, "Just lock the door."
Sanji's gaze immediately shifted to his shoes as he made his way back to the sink next to which Zoro was drying the clean dishes with a cloth. He maintained a safe distance between the two as he turned on the tap yet again and started cleaning Robin's favourite teacup, "That would give everyone else the wrong idea and Luffy would just try even harder to get in." The Cook replied quietly.
While Zoro was little annoyed with the blond for being nervous about what their friends thought he had to agree that locking the Captain out would make things worse.
Sanji set the clean teacup in front of the swordsman and Zoro's eyes followed the blond's hand till it submerged into the sink filled with soap water, pulling out yet another dirty plate a few seconds later. The Swordsman was surprisingly grateful for the crew's appetite as it led to a lot of dirty dishes and which in turn gave him a lot of time to admire the chef's hands. His hands were probably the most well maintained part of his body since without them, the crew would've starved to death a million islands ago. Zoro had never admitted out loud, but he did enjoy eating the blond's cooking and it was quiet surprising, that till date none of the eight crew members had found any fault with the food, even when the chef would pester them to give some critical feedback in order to help him improve, but even the analytical Robin was left speechless at those times. Zoro had always (secretly) admired the cook's skills and his deep understanding of their individual taste pallets so that no food was ever wasted.
To think that those two slender hands were capable of so much really awed the green haired swordsman. As he continued staring at them, he remembered how they had felt running through his hair, how softly they had brushed against his cheek, how tenderly they had caressed his chest. His own hand moved on its own accord and slowly stroked the back of the cook's palm. He felt the blond shiver and then freeze in his tracks, his hand hovering over the sink.
Zoro understood that this was probably the only chance he'd get to play his little game, at least for a few days to come till Luffy settled down and forgot about this incident and that he shouldn't let his arrogance waste such an opportunity.
Sanji turned around, ready to face him and tell him to stop but Zoro was faster than the Cook and he quickly stepped in front of him blocking his exit and forcing the blond to lean his back against the sink in order to maintain some space between them. The chef looked up and down and left and right but absolutely refused to look the swordsman in the eye, which was fine by Zoro because the more uncomfortable the blond was, the faster the colour appeared on his cheeks.
Zoro raised his hand and slowly moved it towards the chef's face and immediately, Sanji's eyes followed his movement. Surprisingly, the blond didn't squirm or attempt to get away, in fact there was a different kind of emotion on his face.
Anticipation.
It was the tiny bit of sadist in Zoro that led him to do what he did next. His hand just lightly brushed against the chef's cheek and the blond's breath hitched, bringing a smirk to the Swordsman's face. Instead of cupping his cheek and pulling the chef towards him, he brought his hands down to his neck and did something that Sanji was not prepared for.
Zoro tickled him.
Sanji yelped and tried to back away but realized that he was already pressed against the sink and there was no escape.
The Swordsman moved closer, snickering as he congratulated himself on guessing correctly. Of course the blond was ticklish, his whole personality spelled that out. And before Sanji could stop it, Zoro was all over him. Tickling him in every possible manner and instead of holding it back Sanji laughed quietly, pressing into Zoro instead of trying to get away from him. At that moment it didn't matter whether they were in love or not, whether their feelings would last or not, just being able to laugh together and stay close to one another was enough for the two of them.
Zoro's smile grew wider and wider as the colour on Sanji's cheek turned redder and redder.
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A/N: You can leave a prompt or suggest an idea if you have one, I won't guarantee a fast update, but I will write it out some day. Thank you for reading and reviews are always welcome.