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[It didn't matter where the rest of the crew had gotten to, Sanji was sure they were okay. They were with Luffy, right? And Luffy would look after them. He and the stupid marimo had their own problems now.

Stupid marimo indeed, getting lost and necessitating someone to hunt him down. They had been ambushed just as Sanji found him, and while it didn't seem like too tough a fight, the huge friggin' dinosaur-dragon-thing that decided to crash the party only made it worse. Both they and their foes scattered, and after a few too many hits, they realized the only way to get out with their lives was to run and hole up until it got tired of hunting and wandered off.

That's how they came to be in this cave, at least. Behind a waterfall, no less.

Sanji hid his limp as he prowled to the back of the damn space echoing with the roar of the falls. It was drier and quieter further back, though it cut off a significant portion of daylight. He had his lighter, at least, and dug it out to give them a quick burst of light. Hmm, nothing dangerous in here. Good.]

C'mon, let's make ourselves comfortable. We might be here a while.

[ow, his side. He hisses and lets the light flicker out for the moment, hiding his painful wince.]

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[A faint flush creeps into his cheeks as Sanji catches him this time, and realizes that their hands had touched. It was just for medical aid! Really! Except that he hadn't hesitated at all. Still, it was dangerous to dwell on, so he looks away as well and busies himself compressing and then wrapping the cut in Zoro's shoulder. He huffs a little under his breath now and then, as if stifling his complaints about just how much the idiot gets himself sliced up in these fights, but doesn't scold him further. Not like he can talk, after all.

Wadding up one of the tattered bits of shirt, Sanji pushes himself up to go and hold it under the water streaming past the opening of the cave, but wobbles halfway up, hissing at a sharp pain in his side. Yep, probably broke a few ribs again. Shrugging it off, he moves to complete his task and comes back with a wet bandage to wash the blood and dirt away.]

...how's your side looking?

[yes, deflect, worry about Zoro, not himself]

Fine. [he hasn't checked.] Do you need a splint? [not that he knows how to make one but reminding Sanji that if he does know how to make one and if he needs one he better go about doing it then.]

I don't want to end up carrying you back.

[He's just needling Sanji really. Though his ass would look good over Zoro's shoulder and where the hell had that thought come from? No. No thoughts like that. Focus on the pain and go through it. That was the safest. And not the odd slow desire to wonder what one of those angled hips would feel like under his hand]

No. I'm fine. Worry about yourself, marimo. And you're not carrying me anywhere!

[See, two can play at this game. Sanji is surprisingly gentle as he cleans away the blood, brushing down Zoro's arm and across his chest, trailing down the scar. His eyes are on his work, and on the golden glow of the firelight defining each muscle in the swordsman's chest and stomach. Hmm, not bad. No, bad! Bad distraction!

He tries to finish up quickly and get the worst cuts bandaged up with what's left of Zoro's shirt, so he can be comfortable and clean while they wait this out. Only when he finally sits up to declare this finished does he realize that his muscles have cramped and he can't really move like he wants to. Oops?]

I'm fine.

[after all, it was Sanji that had started this. He was about to prod him in the ribs lightly to show Sanji just how fine he wasn't but then there was a bout of intense focus as he tried not to pay any attention to what Sanji's hands were doing across his chest which didn't need to be clean. He wasn't fussy about it alright? But saying as much would admit it bothered him and that water wasn't cold enough and...

...and Sanji's an idiot. He sees the tension there. With a sigh he pushes against Sanji's shoulder to knock him on his ass, jarring him as little as possible and takes one of those long dangerous legs into his hands to massage the muscles which have knotted up.

It's dark and in a cave and as long as he doesn't look directly at him, or even near him, or at least just at his leg, it doesn't count as anything. Though he does mutter:]

Idiot.

[He's completely vulnerable in that state, and goes down with a little yelp of surprise. It doesn't hurt, though trying to take a deep breath certainly does. So do the needles up and down his legs as the circulation tries to return to him, making him hiss again through clenched teeth even as Zoro takes his leg and...

...well, that's new.

The jangling sensations in both legs and the aches in his chest have Sanji gasping for breath, though he tries really hard to slow his breathing and not flail about. The hands on his leg are helping, though, and after a bit he can feel himself blushing again.]

Don't.

[it's a weak protest, though. He doesn't want the massage to stop, because it's working, but why Zoro? Why...like this?]

[just ignores that since Sanji isn't fighting all that hard to get away and even in a state like this he could (probably almost come close to) break Zoro's jaw without much problem.]

What do you plan to do without your legs, stupid?

[he may be enjoying this himself, but it's only to help nakama out, nothing more.

... maybe a little more but he tries not to let it show. He moves further up his calf, but carefully, not wanting to nudge anything that's broken]

[Huff huff seethe huff growl]

Idiot, I'm not going to lose my legs! I don't need...

[He may not need it, but he finds himself surprised at Zoro's skill. He hasn't broken any bones, thankfully, but his muscles are stiff and he was kneeling awkwardly while tending to Zoro. Biting his lip, Sanji sits back on his hands and closes his eyes to let it happen, while the stupid marimo works the knots out and gets the blood flowing properly again. Mm...]

Edited 2014-08-06 07:18 (UTC)

[fuck don't look like you're enjoying this that much. What the hell is he supposed to do with that. Though as Sanji's eyes close, Zoro takes the liberty to watch his face. The smoothe lines of his throat. His shoulders. He wants to...

he pulls in a deep low breath and focuses on Sanji's leg again, working all the knots out in a near meditative state, before taking the other one, smoothing a thumb along his shin under the pretense of looking for fractures, as if he'd really know what to look for. But the leg was whole because of course it was and he began to massage that one, too, feeling the muscles respond to his hand as he wanted other parts of Sanji to respond. But...he wouldn't think about that.

...yet.]

[He twitches at the rub, because that's a sensitive spot and it tickles a little, but he settles down again, still breathing hard but not from the pain, now. He claps a hand to his face to try to get himself to calm down. Don't act like that, dumbass, he's going to think something is up.

His other leg drapes over Zoro's thigh, resting comfortably, and his toes twitch a bit inside his shoes. The circulation is finally getting back to normal in both feet, no more icy needles all the way down his legs and he can move just fine. But he doesn't, he remains quiet to let Zoro do his work, his lips clamped shut in a desperate attempt to force himself not to blush.]

[maybe he can already tell something is up. You're damn tense, you know and he can tell when you're holding back. But he's dangerously intrigued by it, wondering how much he can do before Sanji has to do something overt. He inches his hands up slowly, his breathing steady. He eventually reaches the bend of Sanji's leg, pressing into the slightly more pliant flesh there, watching the cook's face intently]

[His reflexes take over, his leg jerking and lightly kicking Zoro in the chest, as Sanji bites down a reaction and snarls at it.]

Don't do that! Ah, not there...

[Shut up, he's ticklish there. Can't help it.]

It's...better, it's good, you can stop.

[He liked that reaction too damn much. A combination of fighting and...something else. It makes him feel electrified somehow and not in the 'watch where you're aiming the thunderbolt tempo, witch!' way.

But there's no telling if Sanji feels the same and in any case Zoro has one so he just lets go, folds his arms, and smirks at the curly cook. Looks like he won again.]

[Sanji sits up a little more, trying to compose himself, and unconsciously curls an arm around his chest as if to protect it. He's still trying to control his breathing.]

What the hell are you looking so smug for? Don't go getting any crazy ideas, moss-head.

[That kills it a bit. He had thought...but now he wasn't quite so sure. Well it didn't matter... Whatever the true nature of the competition was, he'd won simply by competing his goal.]

Forget it.

[partly, talking to himself and the electricity jumping under his skin that's obviously not paying attention to the situation at hand. Just an after effect of his body wanting what his mind knows solidly isn't going to happen. Nothing that can't be dealt with]

[He peers at Zoro, but with a sigh, lets it go. His cheeks still feel warm, but it's probably nothing. Now that he can move, Sanji, pushes himself to his feet, testing out his legs (wow, yeah, they feel much better...) and then moving around to pull as much driftwood closer to their fire as he can so they don't have to work to keep it going.

That tires him out quickly, though, so he comes back to sit next to Zoro, easing himself down and trying to hide his winces as he settles in, shoulder to shoulder.]

I guess, now we wait. You all right?

[don't sit this close to him. Why are you sitting this close to him? Are you cold. Damn love cook you're the one closer to the fire and it's not helping the damn electricity thing.

But he's too strong to be pulled into your orbit so he's going to stay right where he is completely unaffected by everything. Though he does shift slightly away, just by a frog's hair.]

It's not even a scratch.

[in other words, why wouldn't he be alright? In just a few minutes he'd be fine and likely saving your ass from something. Well probably not but if he needed to be he could do it no problem.]

[Deal with it, marimo, he is actually a little chilled now that he took off his wet coat. He might not be losing buckets of blood like a certain green idiot but he's still injured, and tired, and doesn't know which way is up. And the roar of the falls with the rain and thunder behind it is turning his senses to mush, making him sort of sleepy. He droops toward Zoro, then catches himself and shakes himself alert.]

Ohhh I'm sure. That hole in your side isn't what it looks like, is it? Hmph.

[don't sleep on him either. That just sends all kinds of mixed signals.
But he gets it because he's kind of tired himself. Not that he'll give into that in the middle of a situation. He leans against Sanji again lightly, bumping his shoulder]

It's nothing. [bump. Stop worrying about him, idiot] Get some rest.

Don't tell me what to do.

[it's such a weak protest, proof of how tired he is. He wants a cigarette badly, but it's all the way over there in his coat pocket where he left it on the floor, on the other side of Zoro. Dammit.

Sanji threads a hand through his hair and then lets his head fall against the wall of the cave.]

I just need to sit for a bit. That's all.

[unfortunately he can't tell what it is Sanji wants or he'd get it for him. Sanji's movement catches his eye and he's caught again by the line of is throat, the edge of his jaw. He swallows and tries not to stare too much but when he speaks his voice is a bit thicker than normal]

So sit.

[he glances away, eye falling on the jacket and he grunts, reaching to grab it and flop it closer to the fire so that it can dry out. Dumbass. Zoro's not the one who is supposed to be thinking of these things]

[he can tell there's something up, he can hear it in Zoro's tone, and casts him a curious sort of glance from under the sheaf of hair hiding his eyes. The movement makes him sit up a little, but it still takes him a long moment to dredge up the courage to politely ask a favor of the swordsman.]

...my tobacco purse is in the front pocket. Can you reach it?

[he grunts again. It's kind of weird rooting through the cook's pocket and discounting the fact that it smells like him in a dizzying way-- Because he really doesn't need to go down that road... He pulls out what Sanji asked for and hands it to him.

He likes-- doesn't mind doing things for him. So long as it's a request and not a command like calling a dog to heel. He's nod dumb enough to say it though, or to ask if there was anything else that needed massaging because touch was damn addicting but--

It was a long way to fall and there was no way he could recover that distance]

[oh yes precious smokes yes...

Sanji pulls one out and his lighter, lights it up, and takes a deep, soothing drag before anything else, making sure to exhale away from Zoro. You know, just because.]

...thanks.

[See, he's not without gratitude. Especially at a time like this. He smokes in silence for a while, his other hand pressed lightly to his ribs. Shit, that's going to be a bother. He's not sure how to ask for help with, though. Is there anything they can even do?]

Mm.

[notes that but yeah, nothing he can do about it. He knows sort of about setting bones but you couldn't really set ribs-- he didn't think]

Will you stop busting the damn things?

[get stronger already, dumbass.]

It's a little late for that, now.

[Better his ribs than his hands. He nudges Zoro, pushing his shoulder.]

I should just take a page out of your book and pretend like it's not there.

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