Sanji sighed as he finally finished washing the dishes from dinner. Thoughts of his favorite swordsman started to over whelm his brain. "I wonder what that moss-head is up to.." The pervy cook smirked and danced his way out onto the ship deck. He glanced around secretly hoping to see the shitty swordsman. Much to his disappointment Zoro was nowhere in sight. With another sigh the blonde cook reached into his pocket retrieving a silver lighter and a new cigarette. Slowly raising the nicotine filled stick to his lips he sighed again as he lit his little piece of heaven.

Not long after Sanji took his first drag a certain green haired swordsman made his way up to the deck. This caused the blonde love cook smiled,without even turning around he knew Zoro was behind him. Sanji resisted the urge to turn around to greet the green haired man,god forbid he act civil towards his supposed rival.

Zoro watched as Sanji walked out of the kitchen all the out onto the deck. All day his head had been filled with thoughts of his favorite love-cook. As he started to think he made his way up to the deck.

Only a few weeks ago the two supposed rivals were in the middle of a fight. Only this time Nami wasn't there to stop them. For what seemed like hours,the cook and swordsman exchanged blows. Neither letting their guard down as the tension grew. Finally something snapped, for the first time Zoro saw Sanji use his hands in a fight. Caught completely off guard Zoro was pulled into a breath taking kiss. Quicker than he could react the cook then pushed him away then stormed off to his kitchen.

Coming back from his thoughts Zoro realized he was standing only an eyelash away from Sanji. He must not have been here long because the curly-brow has yet to kick him. On impulse Zoro wrapped his arms around the blonde. He started to question his actions but he has always been one to follow his instincts.

Just as soon as Sanji realized Zoro was behind him he felt a strong pair of arms wrap around him. Sanji tensed. 'No way this couldn't be right,this has to be a dream.' He thought as he slowly started to relax. The Ero-cook leaned back into the firm body behind him. His minds wandered back a few weeks. He had kissed Zoro. And now he was dreaming of him.. That thought was soon interrupted when he felt a pair of warm lips against his neck. It felt too\ real to be a dream. Eyes widening in shock."Shitty Marimo! wh-what do you think you're doing!" It finally dawned on the cook that this was all real. Panic and embarrassment flooded through the blonde. 'No way…this isn't a dream?!'

This had to be a joke.. was Zoro mocking him or did he know about the cooks secret feelings. "Did training in the heat fry the last of your brain cells!?" Sanji didn't know what to do. So on pure instinct alone the cook turned and kicked Zoro into the nearest wall all while keeping his blush well hidden under his bangs.

Zoro was pissed now,all he had done was trust his instincts. " What the hell, I was trying to cheer you up, shitty cook" Zoro yelled angrily while rising to his feet.