She's got the look

Nami and Robin did a particularly good job of distracting the hoard and Zoro and Sanji had been able to slip down an alley and double back around after the mass has chased after the girls.



So now the cook and the swordsman were running, Zoro in front. Sanji didn’t like this arrangement at all. For the first part, he didn’t exactly trust Zoros directional sense to take them back to the ship. That was really his primary concern. The rest were things he didn’t want to admit to.



Like the feeling of his large chest bouncing and jiggling as he ran ,despite the bra, with nipples rubbing a little too tenderly against the fabric. And maybe that would be something he could suck up if it was on it’s own, but Zoro would look back over his shoulder quite often and Sanji felt really self conscious with each jiggle when the swordsmans eyes were on him. He was upset and wanted to throw his hands over his chest but that would make running difficult, and he didn’t want to give the bastard the satisfaction. There was something else too.



He was pretty sure he was blushing, but couldn’t be sure if it was because of Zoros eyes on him as he ran or the fact that Zoro always choose to turn around right when Sanjis mind had somehow slipped into the gutter.



Look at the strength in those back muscles…look at that firm ass as it twitches as he runs. Wonder what it would feel like to touch it…run my hands over everything.



Zoro would turn around about then…or worse, a few moments later when Sanjis mind has progressed to more than touching. He was horrified his mind had already started betraying him and he hadn’t even realized it till Zoros’ glances brought him from his thoughts.



“You’re blushing cook.”



“No I’m not…I’m running, it’s called exertion, asshole!” Sanji wished his bitter tone didn’t sound so cute in this body.



Zoro scoffed and the cook couldn’t blame him…it was a poor excuse considering they had barely started and the trip back to the ship wasn’t that far.



“Are you even trying to control yourself? You sounded like it didn’t take much convincing for the girls to have their way with you.”



Sanji knew his face was bright red now…just how many of his moans had the marimo heard?! And…how dare the bastard even bring it up like he had done something wrong!



“You bastard! What do you know!?”



Zoro snorted as they reached the beach and started toward the ship.



“I guess being a girl hasn’t made you any less of a pervert.”



Sanji was furious and ran faster to catch up with the swordsman, but inhaled sharply as his he felt something sheer into his foot. Zoro turned at the sound.



Sanji was pouting, biting his bottom lip in pain, bending over to examine the chunk of shell sticking out the bottom of his foot and inadvertently giving Zoro a peak at the lacey bra he wore and massive cleavage it contained.



Zoro groaned at the inadvertent display the chef was giving him. He focused on his breathing trying to clear away the many thoughts he had found himself about to act on. For the first time since he’d know the cook he found him dangerously close to being able to make him loose control, training be damned.



The cook hissed in pain as he pulled out the shell, releasing a trickle of blood from the wound. The hiss became a surprised squeak as an arm came across the back of his knees and another across his back and Zoro had lifted him in the air, effectively carrying him princess style.



“You’re such a pain in the ass.” The swordsman remarked, trying his best not to sound surprised at how soft the chef felt in his arms and pointedly avoiding glancing anywhere directly. The cook had been all straight lines, thin and boney, but in this form he could feel soft warm flesh just under the silk and infer where the round perfect bottom began.



“What the hell do you think you’re doing!!??” Sanji couldn’t help but panic…it was bad enough just realizing how vulnerable these pheromones made him, making him consider such nasty thoughts with the marimo but being swept up in the bastards arms was such a bad idea! Touching of ANY kind was probably a bad idea!



“Look fool-“ Zoro nodded to the beach as he swung back around to face back toward the ship. Sanji scrambled not to feel as if falling in the sudden movement by looping his arms around Zoros neck. His face was inches away now. This was SUCH a bad idea. Feeling the strong arms and chest pressed against him, the swordsmans lips within kissing distance, and his heart was beating a lot faster than it should have been. Had the idiot looked this attractive before? A hand came up and physically turned the blonds head away from his face. “Not at me, look at the beach.”



Sanji managed to swallow and shake off the embarrassment, relieved and yet a little horrified as a pang of disappointment the bastard hadn’t kissed him right then when the moment had seemed so perfect to do so flashed through him.



Apparently the crew hadn’t noticed upon arriving but the beach they landed on was maybe one part sand to five parts broken shells and jagged tiny rocks. Fuck. He should have taken the shoes and just snapped the heels off them…why didn’t he think about that at the time?



Zoro was jogging up the beach and the chef clung on a little tighter, but refusing to acknowledge what was happening anymore. The ship was right there…no reason to get distracted by his body crashing against the other man. No reason to feel somehow special and protected. He was Sanji. HE was Sanji. He could resist the marimo no problem once he was on the ship, he already feeling more like himself.



Yes, once they got to the ship everything would be fine.