SLF: I CANNOT get enough of this pairing lately. So, I decided I'd try a multi-chapter story and see where it takes me! I loved my Duncay one-shot "Room" but I got this idea and I can't wait to write more. Let me know what you think and send some love if you like it :)

He almost didn't notice her that first day she walked in. He saw hundreds of customers a week; they flew by in an assortment of colors and hairstyles. But he did notice her.

She walked in looking nervous, out of place. He remembers snorting, This isn't Starbucks, sweetheart.

Ducan's coffee shop was one of the most popular in the city, and it was anything but typical. The walls were painted in a piecemeal graffiti that all overlapped. Every month he'd have a new local artist add to the mural. They ran out of fresh wall space a year ago but that hadn't stopped the trend. It was considered temporary art. When he called you to paint it was never for forever. Local artists dug the "living art" appeal of his walls and he never had anyone complain.

As such, the whole place had a "creatively unkempt" look. All his baristas and employees fit right into that category as well. Duncan was very proud of what he had created. A kickass little santuary in the middle of prissy downtown. Occasionally, the white collar accountants and brokers from the surrounding highrises wandered in.

She was certainly one of those. Duncan looked her up and down. Her clothing was neat, buttoned up, and high collared. She probably walked stiffly because of all the starch in her pants. Or the pole up her ass, Duncan snickered. He smirked as he watched her wrinkle her nose in distaste at the decor and the clientele.

He took a drink from his coffee and looked back down to continue his reading. By the time he had looked back up, she was gone.

He never expected her to be back.

But, a week later, she was back. He noticed her immediately this time because it surprised him. She was more self-assured this time around, more prepared for her surroundings. Her eyes swept the room in a cool gaze and widened in surprise when they met his bright teal ones straight on. Never one to back down, Duncan winked and continued staring. She bristled immediately and looked away. Stomping up to the counter to place her order. Fiery, Duncan noted. He liked seeing her bristle. The fact that all it took was a wink was even more fun. Little effort, big reward. He liked that about her.

This time he continued watching her. He saw his employee, and friend, Gwen hand her one of their delicate tea blends. Of course she drank tea. Somehow, that made perfect sense to him. Another piece of the puzzle.

He watched her casually chose a seat next to the window. Before she touched the tabletop she pulled out an antibacterial wipe and made sure it was clean.

Duncan remembers being highly insulted. His place may be a little rock and roll but it was certainly clean.

He remembers thinking, What a Princess.

Princess.

It stuck. It's what he called her in his mind. It's what she became to him. She came in every week on Monday at 3:15 precisely. She always came alone. She vehemently ignored him. He loved it.

Now Duncan had been with more than his fair share of women. It was easy, it had always been easy. He oozed charm. He was a well-off, successful business owner. Women threw themselves at him. He was hot. But even before his shop, he was a lady killer. It was the whole bad-boy thing. Drove 'em crazy. His type tended to be hot, dumb, and easy. Duncan couldn't remember the last girl he took out that didn't put out.

But he couldn't tear his eyes off Princess.

She was hot, sure. Underneath the buttoned up blouse and knee-length skirt he could see the outlines of some pretty killer curves. And her face. God, she had that kind of pretty you could only grow into. No amount of makeup could disguise that she woke up pretty damn beautiful. She was so expressive. When she wrinkled her nose in distaste he got hard.

It was weird. He realized he was being weird.

He was obsessed with the woman and he'd never spoken to her.

He shrugged.

Man's got to have a hobby.

"Gwen," Duncan came up to the counter-it was 3:05, "Whatever that stuffy looking girl wants when she comes in, it's on the house."

Gwen rolled her eyes, "You mean that chick that you've been obsessing over for two months now?"

"Obsessing?" Duncan snorted, "She's just hot. Give her free tea."

"Whatever."

Duncan started walking back to his usual post in the corner.

Gwen called after him,

"It's creepy you know she gets tea!"

He ignored her and opened his laptop. He had some inventory to do. They were thinking of expanding to gelato. He had to contact some local wholesalers and see if the profit margins would work.

He was typing away when she walked in. He almost missed her entrance. He gave a low whistle to himself. She was definitely on today. Something about that tightly wound look made him want to loosen her clothes-til they came off.

He knew that she knew that he was staring at her. She pointedly wouldn't look in his direction. He liked it. The firecracker.

She walked up to get her usual. He watched as she pulled out her wallet and Gwen stopped her. He watched those beautiful brown eyes widened in surprise and then confusion when he saw Gwen's lips form the words "owner." Gwen pointed at him and as she looked his way he winked and held up his cup.

He watched as she wrinkled her nose, aggressively took her drink, and marched over to him.

"What is your deal?" she huffed as she slammed down into the seat across from him.

"What do you mean, Princess?" he leaned back, smirking.

"You stare at me every time I come in here, what is your deal?"

"You're hot."

"Ugh, you're disgusting."

"Want to get a little dirty with me, Princess?" He leaned in and watched her turn bright red.

"My name is NOT 'Princess.'"

"So what is it?"

"Um," she blinked, unexpectedly trapped, "Well, it's Courtney."

"Courtney?" Duncan bit back a laugh, of course she'd have a prissy name too, "Nah, I like Princess better."

"Ugh!" Courtney got up and stomped back to her usual table.

"You're welcome for the tea!" Duncan shouted back after her.

She moved so she wasn't facing him.

He laughed.

Oh, yeah. She was a Princess.