ZoSan in a Kayak. Prompt by Vergina-spva

"Dammit, Marimo! How on earth do you manage to get lost of a fucking river?!" Sanji rubbed his temples in frustration. Before they got into the kayak, the blond said he would get in front, but Zoro was pouting and said he never got lost, especially not on a river. The cook had given in, because he could use peace and quiet and not a grass-head whining in his ear. But he'd forgotten that the marimo could get lost walking in a fucking straight line. And apparently kayaking on a river.

"We're not lost!" the swordsman snarled back. "I know exactly where we are."

"Where's that then?" When a long silence followed, Sanji burst into laughter. He couldn't help it. "You're such an idiot. I can't believe you don't get lost putting on your shirt in the morning."

Zoro tried to elbow him. "Shut up, shit cook!"

The blond poked him in his side with his foot. Annoyed, the green haired man turned around and dove on top of him.

"Watch out, idiot!'

But it was too late. The kayak keeled over and both men landed in the water, still fighting. Sanji didn't get the chance to take a breath before he got a ducking. He tried to swim upwards, when something hard hit his back and the last oxygen was knocked out of his lungs. He gasped, swallowing water. He felt like the marimo, completely lost, not even knowing what was up or down.

Suddenly, warm chapped lips were pressed against his, and air was blown into his lungs.