Zoro POV
De-Ji slept. Zoro unlocked the door, and stuck his head in to peek into her room, and grinned evily. Stealthily, he slunk over to the side of her bed, and shut the door soundlessly behind him. He gazed at her face. Her lips were partly open, and she was mouthing words as she dreamed. Her eyelashes fluttered in dreams. 'She is so beautiful.' He thought to himself.
Her forehead wrinkled with a frown, and he froze. She turned over in her sleep, and he barely caught a relieved breath before it escaped his lips. He gazed at her hair, a bit disheveled from her moving around in her sleep. He smiled, and grasped a lock of hair. It was so soft... He ran his fingers through her hair, being careful not to snag tangles, in danger of waking her.
Her brown curls gleamed healthily in the soft moonlight that still ruled the night, which reminded him that he should be in the crow's nest on lookout duty.
He was about to leave, when he caught a light scent of strawberries and watermelon. He looked at the bottle of lotion on her desk and smiled. Their favorite flavors of fruit.
He
walked back in, silencing his boots' tread as he came back to the
edge of her bed. Lightly and ever so softly, he planted a kiss on her
lips. She smiled, unknowingly in her sleep. Zoro grinned and walked
back outside, carefully locking the door again as he shut it.
"and you call me a pervert." Sanji muttered
at him. He must have woken up to check on the fridge, in case Luffy
somehow picked the lock or something. Zoro sneered at him, and
climbed up the mast. Sanji laughed and walked on.
De-Ji POV
Zoro's eyes were drooping sleepily. De-Ji came walking back with her glass of water, and set down the cup next to where she had been sitting earlier. She stroked the side of his face soothingly, and quietly humming a lullaby.
Zoro looked over at her, then closed his eyes, meaning just to rest them, but he quickly fell asleep, letting De-Ji's soft fingers run over his skin, and her calming humming lull him to sleep. He snored once, and De-Ji giggled softly, and continued her actions.
She loved watching him sleep. She liked the song she was humming too. It was a song from her childhood that she had learned to sing when she was feeling down.
It had a happy tune, and comforting words, it seemed appropriate who she was singing it to. When the tune ended, she tenderly kissed him on the forehead then continued stroking his cheek and her humming.