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Title: Summer Training
words:341
rating: pg13
Characters: Some light Zoro/San
topic: Summer
notes: Just as well Dandy won since her 30 story about the hotness of Sanji Sans shirt came into play just a bit here.

Summers are great for training.

The heat adds an element of difficulty to the resistance. It makes the sweat trickling down his neck, back, and chest with each rep feel nice and cool.

Zoro found his water bottle empty and with a sigh decides to allow a short break in the sake of preventing dehydration. On the way to the galley he finds the ero-cook has just set up a table on Sunny’s green lawn piled high with wedges of cold watermelon and pitchers of ice water and fresh lemonade.

The heat has made the cook shed his suit jacket and tie. Made him unbutton the thin white shirt to the collar bone and roll up his sleeves. The shirt is sticking to him in a rather enticing way in the humidity and from this angle Zoro can make out well defined chest even if not as densely muscled as his own.

Zoro is surprised when the cook doesn’t summon the crew once the set up is finished and instead takes a large wedge for himself with an almost boyish glee and bites into it without hesitation. The sweet pink juice dribbles down the normally so refined cook’s chin, hands, and arms.

Pink tongue sweeps up his forearm as he tries to catch the sweet trail and he savors the taste all the while grinning at his foolishness. He takes another bite and then another.
Around the time Sanji is slowly licking his fingers clean he realizes it is hotter than he thought today.

He marches over to the table as the cook starts to scowl and discard the rind. Zoro drinks straight from the water pitcher knowing that for every icy gulp down his throat, twice that has flowed down onto his slick chest.

Sanji sputters after him, mouth agape, as Zoro turns to head back to training.

He knows he’ll get it later when the cook could again form conscious thought but Sanji was just another element of that resistance training that summer brought. The hardest to resist, really.