Dishes [Reader x Sanji]

You walked into the galley where your beloved cook, Sanji, was. He was currently washing dishes and seemed to be unaware of your presence. You internally laughed at this, seeing that he practically had a female GPS installed in his head. You peered around the man and watched as he washed the dishes.

"You missed a spot," you suddenly said.

Sanji jumped and nearly dropped the plate. Was that a scream you heard?

"A-Ah, [Name]-chan, you startled me," he said, catching his breath.
"Oh, sorry," you said.
"I was probably startled at how beautiful you were~," he cooed.

Smooth as ever. You giggled and sat on the counter. You took notice of the pile of dishes by him.

"Can I help you wash the dishes?" you asked.
"I can't ask you to do tha-," you interrupted him.
"But you're not asking me, I'm asking you," you challenged.

Sanji sputtered, looking for a loophole. You grabbed the apron hanging off the wall and put it on, to prevent water and bubbles getting on you. You tied your hair up and rolled your sleeves up. Sanji moved to the left a bit, so you could wash the dishes. He dried the plate he was washing earlier, not bothering to protest.

You worked in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until you had suddenly stopped. Sanji glanced at you. Your face was currently scrunched and you were moving your nose. Sanji, as cute as he found it, looked at you curiously.

"Um, [Name]-chan...?"
"My nose is itchy~," you whined, "And my hands are all soapy."

Sanji blushed at the childish tone you had used.

"I-I'll scratch it for you...," suggested Sanji, seeing his hands were practically dry.
"You will? Arigatou, Sanji! The itch is on the....," you stopped in thought, "The left side!"

Sanji laughed at your lack of knowledge of left and right and brushed his nail on the left side of your nose.

"Um, other left?" you said sheepishly.

Sanji chuckled and rubbed his nail on the other side. You beamed as the itch went away.

"Does anything else itch?" he asked. "O-On your face, I mean."

You giggled at his stuttering and shook your head. You were about to go back to washing dishes when Sanji said something.

"There's something on your lips."
"Ara?" you went to wipe your lips with your forearm when you felt a light pressure on them. Sanji's own pair of lips was pressed against yours. You smiled and closed your eyes.

The dishes could wait.