Mr. Prince Sanji Lemons x Reader

🍊On the Baratie Part 2🍊

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     For what seemed like hours, all of the customers cleared out of the restaurant.  Only a few remained at the bar outside getting drunk.  Cleaning up the dining room, everything was in order for tomorrow.  Patty, a dark-skinned, blue-haired cook passed by the kitchen seeing Sanji work on another side dish.  He shook his head,

   "Just give it up man, you can make those plates of food all you want, but the boss man is never going to like you."

   The blonde cook chuckled, "You keep saying that, but I'm not always gonna follow orders."

   Patty slapped his hand on his shoulder, "You're a good guy man, but it's jus' gonna be a fantasy serving that food to customers."

   "Just leave me alone okay?"  Sanji looked at his co-worker irritated.

    Patty walked away shaking his head.  The entire restaurant was closed for the night, you were able to stop and finally rest.  Folding your little notebook full of orders you had taken.  Those nasty group of pirates were the last to finally leave the Baratie.  You had avoided them the rest of that night, hoping they wouldn't attack you.  It was always a group of disgusting pirates that were asking for food without paying. 

   However, as a result of refusing to pay the bill, Zeff came out to scare them.  Eventually, Killersmith caved in and paid Zeff the bill in full and kicked them out of his restaurant after midnight.  The rest of the night went smoothly though at least. 

   It was about 12:30, and you cleaned up the last of the dishes in the sink.  You knew it would be repeated all over again tomorrow.  The Lunch and Dinner rushes.  12 hours in the day from 12 pm to 12 am.  It was a grind but, at least you were paid well.

    Going to your room you lay on your bed exhausted, finally able to rest your feet.  Sanji was finished with the new recipe he perfected.  He took a sip of the soup and he was delighted.  He put some in a separate bowl and came to your room,

   "Hey, how are you feeling?" 

"Just tired, it was a long day,"  you sighed. 

"I thought you'd try my new soup, see how you like it."  he offered it to you.

      Sitting up in bed you took the bowl from him and took a sip.  Once again he's really outdone himself on his cooking.  Discarding the scooper, you sip the bowl until the soup is all gone.  Sanji laughed,

   "You need a second break in the day, hell maybe three,"  He took the bowl from you, "What do you think I should call this one?"

You thought about it for a second, the presentation, the taste, the seasonings,

    "How abouttttt Sanji's Mi-soy Soup?"

     "Sanji's Mi-soy Soup.  I like it, it's not too fancy, but it fits."  He agreed with you.

He went and put the rest away in the fridge too keep it fresh. Patty came around and announced he was finished cleaning up for the night. The rest of the cooks were finished for the night as well. They left to their designated sleeping quarters beneath the cabin. The restaurants lights were shut off in the dining hall and at the bar at around 1 AM. All the left over food that hasn't been used was put into the freezer. You walked into the kitchen to see Sanji arguing with Zeff about his experimental dishes. Eventually the blonde cook threw a towel over his shoulder and leaves out of the room.

Slightly frustrated he shook his head with a chuckle. It was always the same banter, everyday and every night. He noticed you again,

"Sorry about that. The Old Geezer never gives me a chance with my new recipes or food ideas."

"Why don't you just slip some food to the customers personally without Zeff knowing?"

He shook his head, "It won't work. When he sees something different on someone's plate other than what's on the menu, he turns into a bull. Unless it's some no good pirate, I get in trouble for trying something new,"

Sanji didn't want to think about it anymore. With this opportunity, you decided to tell him how you felt earlier, "Sanji?"

"Yea?"

"I wanted to tell you earlier but you seemed too busy. You're are just the most wonderful cook I've ever known on this ship. Ever since I joined you were always the one that treated me with respect. Everyone else on this cooking line are ugly jerks sometimes. You help me even when I don't need help, you always make sure I'm okay, and you never let me eat less than one meal per workday. Sometimes I had wondered if I had a crush on you as well and now I know. You're finely dressed, talented at cooking, and have a gorgeous smile. I really like you. I really LOVE you Sanji!"

For a second he didn't say anything. It was difficult for him to find the right words he wanted to say. Then without hesitation he cupped your cheek and kissed your lips passionately. His lips were soft, your hands touched his smooth face, he was gentle and loving. Your heart palpitated, and you couldn't believe it, it was almost like he read your mind.  He smelled like he had put on some French rosé cologne, and a hint of ocean spray.  Your hands wrapped around his neck, as your fingers ruffled through his soft blonde hair.  He savored your kiss, feeling a fiery passion and bliss within himself. 

     Parting from the kiss you starred into those crystal blue eyes, mesmerized by his charming and sweet smile. Not once you wanted to look away from him, and a deep desire filled your mind. Your cheeks flushed red when your mind envisioned a naughty idea. You turn your head away from him embarrassed by your thoughts. He was confused,

"What's wrong dear?"

"Ah um, it's nothing. We should really get some rest," you lied.

The blonde cook touched your shoulder, " Y/N, you know you can tell me anything. What bothers your mind?"

Asking this question just seemed to make it worse. Your stomach felt like they had butterflies, and you had certain throbbing feeling. It was almost too obvious now, however, Sanji was very concerned about you. Why were you holding back for? He's a lover for crying out loud! He should be able to understand how you feel and how much you want him. How much you desire to touch him, to kiss him, to....make love with him.

"I want you Sanji! I really want you! I wanna feel you and touch you and...make love," you finally confessed.

You swallowed hard and then Sanji smirked, "Really? Well you must be touch starved," he took your palm and kissed the top of your hand. "I shall treat you right my love~~."

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End of Part 2