The wine bottle slid down Zoro's leg and came to rest on the floor with a thump as he decided to give up on it and give Sanji what he wanted. Some part of him might have been hesitant, a little shy even, wondering if they really could recapture what had been put on hold for two years, but the instant lips met his, everything came back in a rush and he could have kicked himself for even second-guessing it.

His kiss was hard and eager, and within moments he was already leaning toward the cook, throwing an arm over his waist, diving in to grab as much of him as he could hold and ravage those lips with all the ferocity he usually reserved for fighting. Shit even the little stolen moments here and there in the last few weeks hadn't whetted his appetite one bit, he knew this time they wouldn't stop and it drove him wild. Heat colored his cheeks and earlobes, rushed down his spine, tingled in his hips and came to rest in his groin. Yes please, he needed it more than he could admit to himself.


[ooc: don't worry, I've only got 3 XD]