My Darling Wife

7

At the end of their shopping trip, the two ended up having two cart fulls of groceries. "Shit! How the hell are we supposed to get this home?" Sanji demanded. Zoro quietly laughed maniacally. "Why the fuck are you laughing like that!?" Sanji burst and flinched when he saw Zoro's evil grin. "Theft is legal if you don't get caught." The greenette whispered into his partner's ear. "Zoro!" To say the least, Sanji was appalled. "What? It's true." Zoro shrugged and continued his way home. "We'll return them. Don't get your panties in a wad." Zoro chuckled at the fuming blond. " It's a small town. Someone is bound to notice." Sanji growled lowly. "Then we make a run for it!" Zoro quickly bolted while pushing the cart. "Marimo!" Sanji called and rushed after his partner with his own cart.

The two ran until they were away from main street. Sanji sounded like he was having an asthma attack. "You!" Was all he managed to get out before he went into a coughing fit. Zoro hurried to his partner's side and steadied him. "It's okay. Slow down, we don't have to run anymore." Zoro whispered soothingly into the blond's ear. "Fuck... you!" Sanji yelled through struggled breaths. Zoro chuckled and snaked his hand under his partner's shirt. Before Sanji could protest, he felt the corset get looser. "Thank you, I still hate you." Zoro chuckled and helped the blond steady himself again. "We can walk now." Sanji went to one of the carts and headed onward.

It was sometime around noon when Sanji started cooking and baking. Zoro was banished from the kitchen until his partner was done. Since Sanji had troubles breathing in the corset, Zoro essentially tore it off of him and forced an oversized hoodie on him. All of Sanji's ingredients were laid out in the counters. "Right. Baking first, and then the cooking." He mumbled to himself, and some green hair caught his eye. "What are you doing?" He asked as he searched for a cookbook. "Nothing~." Zoro said in a way that made Sanji not believe him. "I don't trust that." The blond's expression grew hard and cold. "Come here, Sanji." Zoro ordered. It slightly caught the blond off guard, but he complied. He started towards his partner, who was in the living room on the couch. Once he was in arms length, he was pulled onto Zoro's lap. "O-oi! What the hell are you doing?!" The blond demanded and struggled in the tan trap of pure muscle. "Calm down. I need to check something." Zoro growled quietly in his partner's ear. Sanji stiffened, and his ears grew red. Zoro did not miss the red hue of Sanji's ears, but he chose to ignore it. He had more important things to worry about.

Sanji stopped wiggling around, but he was in an uncomfortable position. Both of his knees were in between his partner's legs. His shins were digging into the edge of the couch, and he didn't have very good balance. "Zoro." The blond shyly said. The greenette hummed in question. "I'm... uncomfy." The blond said in a slight childish tone. Zoro smirked and maneuvered the blond, so he was straddling him. "This isn't any better!" Lied the blond. "Your face says otherwise." Whispered the greenette. Sanji stiffened and looked away, covering his partner's only good eye. "Alright, I'll stop teasing you. For now." The last part was mumbled, but Sanji still heard it. "Face me. I need to get this hoodie off of you." Zoro's tone held no playfulness. "There is no way in hell I'm letting you strip me!" Burst the blond. "I need to check your ribs." Zoro informed. Sanji faltered but then sighed. "Fine." He mumbled and then glared. "No touching!" He snapped, and the greenette chuckled. "I kinda do need to touch. Why, afraid you might like it?" He smirked, but ended up getting headbutted. He hissed in slight pain, but he never once glared at the cook. "I won't touch any more than I have to." He reassured the fuming blond. With a nod from the blond, Zoro gently raised the hoodie.

Sanji grew embarrassed for some odd reason. He knew that Zoro had seen him naked before, and he had seen Zoro naked before as well. He just felt like this was different. He felt like he would be judged by his partner. The man who he had worked with for years. The man who knew him so well. "Lift your arms up." Zoro ordered, and the blond did so. Once the hoodie slipped over Sanji's head, Zoro set it down beside him. His eye wandered from the blond's red, shy face down to his exposed torso. Sanji used his arms to cover himself, but Zoro gently grabbed them. "Don't." He whispered, and Sanji nodded. "I'm going to feel your ribs. Tell me if there's any pain." Zoro kindly informed his partner, and he waited for approval. Sanji gave it and he felt Zoro's fingers brush against his lower ribs. He shuddered and started to shrink back. He wasn't used to being handled and touched with such gentleness. He felt a slight pressure on his sternum, and he winced. "There." He quietly told the greenette. "Is it all around your sternum, too?" Zoro asked, and the blond nodded. "My lower ribs, too. It kinda hurts to breathe." Sanji told his partner. "Sanji. Why didn't you tell me sooner, huh?" Zoro gently wrapped his arms around the small, delicate waist of his partner. "I don't need you to stress over me. You probably have enough stress and worry from everything else." Sanji replied, and he slowly began to relax. The room was cold, and he felt the warmth radiating from Zoro. The man, in turn, rested his forehead on the blond's shoulder. "It's my job to worry about my partner." Zoro mumbled, and Sanji felt... happy. "I never knew you cared so much." He brought his hands up and brushed the soft moss colored locks that graced the tan man. "More than you know." Zoro mumbled and nuzzled into the crook of the blond's neck. "Hey! Your nose is freezing!" Sanji jerked away from Zoro's head. This led the blond to burst out laughing. Zoro's expression looked like an unamused lost puppy. Sanji's belly laughs died down to giggles. "What a mood killer." Zoro pouted, causing Sanji to giggle some more. "I'm sorry, but your cold nose against my neck was shocking." The blond booped his partner's nose and wiggled free from his grasp. He grabbed the abandoned hoodie and disappeared into the kitchen. "Is my nose really that cold?" Zoro muttered to himself and touched his nose.