Mistake

Kitchen Whispers

The morning light poured through the large window, casting a warm glow over the room.

Sanji stirred awake, blinking against the brightness as he tried to shift, only to find himself held tightly by Zoro's strong arms wrapped securely around his waist.

The comfortable weight of Zoro's body pressed against him brought a smile to his lips, but that smile quickly turned into a gasp as he looked down at his own body.

His chest and thighs were decorated with bite marks and hickeys, evidence of the passionate night they had shared.

Each mark was a reminder of the heat that had ignited between them, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth at the memories.

Sanji's cheeks flushed at the thought, but he couldn't deny the thrill that ran through him.His gaze traveled up Zoro's form, resting on the warrior's sleeping face.

Zoro looked peaceful, his features softened in slumber, but Sanji's breath caught when he noticed the scratches lining Zoro's back and the bite marks on his shoulder—marks Sanji had playfully left during their heated moments together.

The memory of their night filled Sanji with a mixture of shyness and warmth.

As he took in the sight of Zoro, he also realized that the aftermath of their intimate night had been attended to; both he and Zoro were clean.

It dawned on him that Zoro must have taken the time to wash them both after they had fallen asleep, the gentle care making Sanji's heart swell with affection.

A soft smile graced Sanji's lips as he traced the outline of the bite marks on his own skin, his fingers lingering on the tender spots.

He felt a rush of love and admiration for Zoro; not only was he a fierce warrior, but he was also tender and considerate, a fact that made Sanji's heart flutter.

Taking a deep breath, he settled back into the comfort of Zoro's embrace, enjoying the moment and the intimacy of being together like this.

The warmth of Zoro's body against his was comforting, and for a moment, Sanji allowed himself to simply relish in their closeness.

"Looks like I'm going to have some explaining to do,"

Sanji thought with a smirk, remembering how their passionate night had unfolded.

The light-hearted realization only made him chuckle softly, which stirred Zoro awake.

Zoro blinked slowly, his green eyes heavy with sleep as he focused on Sanji's face.

A lazy smile spread across his lips, and he tightened his grip around Sanji's waist, pulling him closer.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice deep and husky from sleep.

"Good morning," Sanji replied, his heart racing at the sight of Zoro's sleepy smile.

"I guess we had quite the night, huh?"Zoro chuckled, a hint of mischief in his gaze as he looked down at the marks decorating Sanji's skin.

"Seems like it," he said, his tone teasing.

"You did a number on me, too."

He shifted slightly to show Sanji the scratches on his back, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement.

Sanji felt a rush of embarrassment but couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.

"Well, you started it!" he retorted playfully, the light banter between them feeling natural and intimate.

"Maybe, but I think you enjoyed it more,"

Zoro shot back, a teasing glint in his eyes.

He leaned in closer, brushing his lips softly against Sanji's forehead, the affection palpable in the air.