Thwarted Plans -ZoSan-

"We don't get to do this often enough." Sanji lay sprawled atop Zoro in a corner of the boys' quarters, chin resting on one hand while the other traced invisible circles on the swordsman's sweat-streaked skin.

"Hn." Zoro watched his movements, green eyes hooded and content. Between the possibility of adventure on the uninhabited island they'd stopped at and the picnic lunch the cook packed for the crew, everyone else had run off and left them with the Going Merry to themselves. For which the swordsman was grateful. Too much time at sea with too little privacy could be hard on a man; a quick grope here and there and the company of his own hand was nothing like slowly enjoying Sanji's warm, willing heat... Zoro slid hands down to grasp the blonde's hips, shifting against him. "Wanna go for round two, while we can?"

BAM! The trapdoor above slammed open and Luffy scampered down the ladder, a decidedly pouty look on his face. "Guys, are you done yet? I've been waiting *forever*. Ussop and Chopper and me were gonna have a fun time playing games on the beach, but Usopp left the cards down here."

The rubberman squatted before his two crewmates, who'd scrambled apart and pulled blankets over themselves in record time. "Nami said not to bother you 'cause you were probably screwing, but I couldn't figure out why you'd be putting something together when we've got this cool island to explore." Luffy didn't seem to notice the strange colors Sanji's face was turning, while Zoro watched the unfolding scene in resigned amusement. "You were making a lot of noise. What were you screwing? Was it hard or something?"

He paused and tipped his head to the side, expression quizzical. "And why are you guys naked?"