The Same Opposites

by Alastair

I dunno what to tell you other than this is: business superhero coffee/bookstore/comic shop AU with enemies to lovers. I blame my writer friends. Read warnings. Kinktober 2021

Warnings: Extremely Dubious Consent, Mentions Rape, this is an unhealthy start to a relationship

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Luffy was robbing the bank tonight.

With a hum, he tossed aside the crushed camera before he tugged on the latch, the crack inside making him smile.

As he opened the broken door, he stepped inside and shoved stacks of bills into his sack.

"Really original."

Brow quirked, he turned to see a woman swathed in blue, blocking the door.

"Huh, a superheroine," he said, grinning while he slung his sack over his shoulder. "You gonna try to stop me?"

"I am stopping you," she said, lips twisting in her distaste.

Her costume was all in blue while a bright yellow lightning bolt adorned her chest. It was a tight-fitting top with a sweet skirt that flared out, bouncing with her movement over thigh-high white stockings. Chunky high-heeled boots finished her look. He might have stared, but for her mask - a helmet which covered her entire head, and even enough to conceal her hair.

However, she hadn't covered it all. In what must have been her haste to dress for her night rotation, she had let slip a strand of bright orange hair that stood out against the blue.

A redhead. Luffy's throat clenched.

Looking closer, he could see her orange eyebrows as well. Her eyes were liquid hazelnut.

Luffy licked dry lips, shifting in heavy black boots that didn't fit. His hoody covered his hair tight around his face. He had taken enough time to tuck black hair back and made sure his mask covered his eyebrows. When a two-time offender was caught, they weren't as gentle after all.

His only luck was that as a minor, they hadn't recorded his abilities to help keep his identity secret even as a villain. It made him want to sneer.

And yet, in watching her, temptation trickled through him.

Orange hair with a body like that?

The thrill of the chase was in him now - her chasing him, but also him chasing her. He couldn't run from her. Couldn't make himself.

"What's your name?"

She blinked before she scowled. "Weather Witch."

He laughed. "Sounds like a villain."

"Does that scare you?"

Luffy grinned wider. When he was younger, he had confused the shaking for fear. Now he knew better. "Do you wanna try to scare me?"

Weather Witch hesitated one moment, her eyes going wide as she stared back at him, but he held his ground. As she lifted her hand, fingers crackling, Luffy grinned.

Fear.

From her.

"What's that?"

She smirked. "Your end."

"Nice bluff." When he blinked though, she was no longer in the doorway. He chuckled. "A speedster?"

His sweatshirt felt warmer, and he felt along his back before he frowned, confused. It was hotter than he had expected, and he turned to her. She had slipped into the room behind him with her speed, but now Weather Witch stared, eyes wide as her lips parted just so.

He raised a brow. She appeared more bewildered than he felt. What had she done? It wasn't fire. His eyes wandered to the lightning bolt, and he smiled.

"Oh, is that what your power is? That's too bad," he said, licking his lips. She stepped back, but he snickered, pulling on his cheek to stretch it. "You found a bad match, little miss lightning. I'm rubber."

Weather Witch's jaw dropped, jolting away when he stepped forward, but he only swept more money into his sack with a chuckle.

She squeaked. "Put that back!"

"That was cute," he said, grinning at her pink blush. "And so are you, but I don't wanna, and you can't stop me."

When she punched, Luffy caught her fist in his, tilting his head.

"I'm a bad match in other ways too, little speedster."

His grip tightened, and she hissed in shock, trying to pull out of the vice on her fist, but he held her fast easily. She writhed, eyes wide, her teeth gritting enough that he thought he could hear it. Finally, his fingers slackened when he tired of watching her squirm, and she went tumbling back into the hallway behind her.

"My secondary ability is power," he said as he stepped out of the vault to peer at her. Weather Witch fumed at him, flushed for a new reason, but that looked good on her too. His lips curled. "Nice to meet you. Maybe I'll take you out some other night."

"This isn't a game!" Her voice pitched again.

Laughing, Luffy skipped over one of her sprawled legs to head for the door. "It's the best game in the world! I'm free to do what I like when I like. What are you gonna do about it?"

"I'll stop you!"

With a grin, he looked back over his shoulder at her. "Please do. I wanna see you again."

---

She came down the sidewalk across the street.

Luffy peered out his window at swaying hips, trying to wake up with his Darjeeling tea and microwaved breakfast. The tiny studio above his store was a grand total of two rooms. Where he slept in the half living room where his only seating was a lumpy futon, half kitchen with its microwave and counter, and half bedroom with the sleeping place being that lumpy futon. The second room was the bathroom. It did what he needed it to do though.

A late night had meant his early morning to open his store was going to be even more of a pain.

So for now, watching a pretty lady sashay was possibly going to be his only excitement until night came.

When he glanced again, his brow furrowed at the shock of orange under her umbrella though. His throat tightened, and he squinted closer. She seemed familiar too somehow now that he was looking at something other than her hips.

She stopped in front of the little coffee shop across the street, and his eyebrow rose.

It wasn't open yet, but she unlocked and opened the door.

His new neighbor in business then, but he recognized her too without the mask.

Humming, Luffy considered his tea as his lips pursed. Now looking at her felt odd. He could remember when she was younger so his brain had to do a stop and about-face to remind himself that since he was older, that meant she was too. In fact, she had graduated the year before him.

She wouldn't have known about his arrest.

At least, this way, he could monitor her activities.

Snorting with a laugh, Luffy chugged his tea before he shoveled the rest of the food into his mouth.

He had a store to open soon, and he still had to stock a new shelf Franky had helped him install.

A yawn cracked his jaw as he headed downstairs to the first floor of his comic book store.

Digging into the boxes, Luffy set to work sorting the merchandise into their proper sections. It wouldn't do to put the Dungeons & Dragons in with the detective comics.

The Phantom didn't mix with The Shadow either. Domino Lady had a special shelf all to herself.

Slowly but surely, Luffy set the new books into place before he yawned again and pouted at the time. He was all done too soon, so that meant he had to find something to do until the store could open. How long had he been stocking? Hours?

Sighing, he turned to the door only to stop with a frown.

She was on the other side of the glass door and peering inside. Shading the glass, she squinted in until she startled and blushed.

Luffy pursed his lips, trying to make sense of it. She had never come to his store before. He would have noticed her sooner. Why now? Had she recognized him? But he hadn't gone outside yet today.

As he came over, he finally saw the piece of paper in her hand - a receipt. He almost winced. It must have fallen out of his sweatshirt. Now he needed to make sure he had shoved nothing else in those pockets.

When he opened the door to peek out, he said, "Store's still closed."

He didn't harden his voice like he did when he was out doing his villainy. If she recognized his voice though, she said nothing about it.

"Ah, oh, I'm just-"

"We open in an hour," he said before he shut the door.

Her eyes widened in outrage, but Luffy didn't grin until he turned his back on her.

"You're way too cute, Nami."

Oh, yes, he remembered her from high school - the smart, popular girl that never looked twice at someone who sat aside with close friends and played role-playing games and read comic books. Did she even know it was him?

He had to at least clear the boxes before he opened the store though. Grunting, he collected the cardboard, breaking down the weaker ones for his friend, Usopp.

Usopp always had a use for cardboard - on the other side of the store next to the game tables, some displays were his make.

When Luffy came back with a broom, he frowned at the sight of her still outside. What was she waiting for? Coffee shops must've had early lunches since they opened so early. But what was she up to? If she suspected anything, she would have done something by now. Was it her break or lunch? Shrugging, Luffy called it part of his luck and cleaned what he could of the store.

He pouted when he watched her turn to leave out of the corner of his eye. Only a little put out to see her turn away - the show was nice, but he had work to do - Luffy went back to cleaning.

---

Nami tried again after her shift, squinting through the glass. At this hour, the sun wasn't glaring through, making it almost impossible to peek inside. She could see the clerk she had run into that morning, but he wasn't behind the counter.

His feet were on a table, laughing with a group of people.

What were those tables for anyway? She didn't see snacks on sale.

They were all talking over stacks of thick books. Was it a study session? She glanced askance at the comic books she had seen when the doors had opened that morning. How could it be a study session with those there?

Why wasn't he working? She glanced around the store and saw nothing that required immediate attention, but she was not the one working at that moment.

He should have found something to do in case the owner came through.

Sniffing, Nami inspected the old receipt that she had snatched from his pocket during the struggle. It had no store name on it, but it had the address.

That villain shopped here. He had to. From where else had the receipt come?

Several men inside fit the height and build of the villain too. He had seemed average enough, but his secondary power ability had been monstrous. Primary abilities took many shapes and sizes, but secondary abilities could make or break the primary. Being rubber might have had an unseen effect on his power ability, making him or his secondary even more powerful. If he was rubber, why bother holding anything back?

It would not have been the same if he had been a speedster or psychic.

After the investigation, the hero team had revealed that the villain had broken the vault door with a twist of his wrist before he broke out of the bank by knocking a wall down.

The other heroes had reassured her that she had been lucky he wasn't the violent type.

Nami didn't feel lucky. She was livid.

Setting her shoulders, Nami stepped inside, and the clerk waved at her with a smile. "Welcome back!"

She sniffed, ignoring the stares from the others at the table. They looked like they had never seen a woman come into the store before. Maybe they hadn't. The clerk seemed unconcerned though.

"Looking for something?"

Crumbling the receipt into her pocket, she cleared her throat. "No, no, I was just coming to take a peek. I own the coffee shop across the street."

"Ooh, the one with the books? Neat," one man with curls said. He grinned, and Nami inspected him for a moment, but the nose was too long to be the villain.

At least, she could rule one of them out.

"I was wondering if the owner was in," she said, smiling easier.

The clerk waved again.

"Yo."

Nami blinked. She frowned.

Her eyes trailed over him, from his casual slump against his chair to his sandaled feet on the table. The open book on his lap had long paragraphs inside, but images too. A dark oak-skinned man stood with a staff gripped in his hands - a long beard covering his chest.

She looked closer at the table and squinted at miniature figures across what looked like bits of odds and ends of ... terrain?

"Whatcha need?"

Unable to stop it, she snapped. "What are you doing!? Aren't you supposed to be working?"

He shrugged. "I am. I'm also rolling up a kobold. Wanna join us?"

As a group, they turned to stare at him while he grinned and rolled several dice at once. Nami raised a brow, lip twisting before she glanced at the others. Quite a few of them looked like the right size. The clerk - the owner was too spindly and so was the guy at the head of the table, but he was out for his nose anyway.

Nami sighed, narrowing her eyes. "What's a ... kobold?"

"A kind of lizard person," the long-nosed man said.

"I'm gonna be red!" The clerk - the owner wrote something on a sheet of paper - some kind of form before he rolled the dice again.

A blond man gaped at him. "Are you doing iron man again?"

"Hey, I haven't chosen my class yet. I'll base it off what I roll this time," he said, pouting before he wrote on the sheet again before he again rolled the dice.

Nami goggled at them. They were playing a game - that much was obvious - but nothing they were saying made sense.

The man with the long nose raised a brow at her, but the owner turned to her with that insufferable grin. "If you're not gonna play, whatcha need?"

She looked from him to the table and the others who watched her with interest. One yawned and turned back to the book in front of him, snorting. Her eyes narrowed, but that didn't mean he was a villain. Just rude.

"Well?" The owner tilted his head, and Nami huffed. There was more than one rude man here at any rate.

"I was just checking the new place out." She tried not to fidget, eyeing the books. Role-playing books if she understood anything. Wouldn't her search go easier if she stuck around though? Maybe she could play for a little bit just so she could keep an eye out for the villain.

Grinning, he said, "I didn't take you to be someone into D&D. Or do you like comics, Nami?"

She jumped, staring until he tilted his head.

"What? Don't you recognize me? That's cold," he said, lips bunching into a pout.

Nami bit her lip, trying to shove aside her cynical part to look closer at him. "I'm sorry? I guess I don't ..."

"Nah, we didn't talk much in high school."

Her eyes widened. A rush of memories returned to her, and she saw this man - as a boy - sitting in much the same way with other students. She flushed, averting her eyes for a moment. Nami hadn't involved herself with everyone in school - who did? - but now older, she felt some regret for not at least trying.

"Oh, I ... I didn't recognize you."

He shrugged. "You did well for yourself anyway. Your coffee shop's more successful than my place."

Laughing nervously, she said, "You just opened." And you're so rude.

"Hm, so you still don't know my name?"

She blushed darker, staring at him until she slowly shook her head and whispered, "No, sorry."

"I'm Luffy!" He smiled, and as if he had broken down the floodgates, the others joined in.

"I'm Usopp!"

"Zoro."

"You may call me Sanji, Miss Nami!"

Luffy's grin grew. "We're making characters if you wanna join us though."

Her eyes bulged for one instance before she firmed her stance. This felt like his last invitation, so she straightened her shoulders and nodded. "I'll give it a try. How do you play?"

"You make a character," they all chimed at once.

Nami stared as Usopp ushered her over to give her a sheet of paper - the same form in front of Luffy - and she stared at the odd scroll-like work and words.

Athletics? History? What was passive perception?

She squinted at the form, wondering if she was supposed to sign something in blood too until Usopp asked, "So what do you want to do?"

Lifting her head, Nami stared at him in befuddlement. "Well, I ... how do I play?"

Luffy set three dice beside her. "Roll these for your attributes!"

Nami gaped at him. "Huh?"

Her mind whirred, wondering if this was really the best way to keep an eye out for a villain.

Sanji groaned. "Don't make her do iron man, Luffy. You're the masochist here. Give her another die at least!"

"I'm not a masochist! I'm a sadist!"

"You roll bad characters just to make us suffer!?"

When Sanji looked like he was about to climb over the table for his throat, Nami scowled. "If it's the rules, then it's the rules! I'll roll three. I don't need any crutch!" Typical men that thought she needed to hold her-

Zoro and Sanji paled and shook their heads.

Sanji said, "No, no, trust me. We're rolling four too. Luffy's just crazy. You see, you roll four and drop the lowest number from the total. It gives you better odds."

Luffy's eyes sparkled. "I once rolled a wizard with three Intelligence!"

Her eyes bulged, gaping at him. Even though she didn't know exactly how this worked, a three meant he had rolled a one for each die, didn't it? What Intelligence had to do with a wizard, she had no earthly clue, however.

Usopp burst out laughing, wiping a tear from his eye. "That one was the best! He died in the first session!"

Frowning, Nami looked at the others and their papers before she realized Usopp didn't have any form like theirs. "Where's your formwork?"

"Oh, my character sheet? I don't have a character - I'm the DM." She frowned, trying to piece that together in her head, but he supplied. "I'm the Dungeon Master. I get to play all the other people and uh ... well, we're making a story together, and I get the last say on all the rules and whatnot."

Nami glanced back at her sheet before she turned to the dice.

They were a mix of different colors, and instead of pips, they had numbers. She pursed her lips in thought before she asked, "What's iron man?"

Luffy leaned in closer, warmth in his voice while he laughed. "You roll and add it all up, and put it down in order of how you rolled it. So Strength, then Dex and Constitution and then Intelligence, Wisdom and Charisma!"

Frowning, Nami rolled the dice.

"Is thirteen good?"

He tapped over the side at one of the little pretty boxes. "Put it here! Here!"

The others groaned though Usopp laughed ruefully as she wrote it in. For a while, Nami just rolled dice until those were filled in, and then they walked her through the rest of the process.

Her eyes widened when Luffy set a clear box of dice in front of her - an orange set. When she looked at him, he grinned.

"You got really lucky! Only one below ten," Usopp said, drawing her away from twinkling black eyes.

She chewed her lip at that. "So below ten is bad?"

"It adds flavor!" Luffy snickered when Zoro and Sanji glowered at him.

"It adds problems!"

"Remember Mad Lad with all eights?" Luffy practically sparkled.

Sanji rolled his eye. "And then you chose a human so it was all nines instead of just having at least one attribute at ten!"

Zoro groaned. "At least, Mad Lad lasted the whole session."

"And you chose all feats instead of an attribute increase. None of which added to your attributes," Sanji said with a sigh.

Nami looked back and forth in bewilderment at them. Feats? Human? She thought she got what an attribute was at least.

Luffy leaned in again, pointing at her sheet. "Anyway, you could probably be a decent paladin or fighter with these stats! Your Con is great! It means you can take hits because you have a lot of health."

Biting her lip, she glanced at him. "So a big, powerful guy couldn't hurt me?"

He smirked. "You'd crush them."

Brightening, Nami smiled. "Then I'll crush him. What kind of weapon do I get?"

They flipped further into the book to show her all the different classes, and for a moment, Nami forgot about her investigation. In the end, they never played the game, but Usopp said that was normal for a first session, and Nami walked home with a hum. When she had learned just what she had stepped into, she had to remind herself that she still had to find that villain. In the meantime, it was just fun and nonsense to her.

The others had pitched in a few bucks to give her the orange dice set.

Luffy had only risen to do actual work around the store when other customers came inside. Apparently, he rented out the table for people to play long-term games like this.

So far, no one had really given her any bad vibes. No one leered at her like the villain or taunted her in a belittling way. She had even recognized a regular from her coffee shop that greeted her.

In the end, it was just a bunch of fun guys helping her build a fighter with a huge battle axe.

---

Luffy stirred honey into his green tea, lips pursing when he peeked across the street. Nami strode down the sidewalk with a slight lag in her step, and he smiled.

Staying in last night might have been the best choice for him. He had to find a way to sneak out without her noticing in case she was still looking for him. If she saw his secret villain identity when she hadn't seen him leave, then he could clear his 'good' name in her eyes.

Sipping his tea, he looked into the freezer for another frozen breakfast before he paused.

He turned back to the window to look out at the coffee shop across the street.

She unlocked the door and went inside.

With a deep breath, Luffy went to slip into his sandals and headed downstairs and across the street.

Luffy grinned when he came just in time for her to flip the sign to open. When she straightened and noticed him, Nami jumped before she glanced at the flipped sign with a pout.

Had she wanted to turn the tables on him?

"How cute," he murmured before he pushed the door open. "Hey, Nami! Mornin'!"

Nami's lips pursed at him, and she looked at his tea mug. She turned to head for the counter. "Good morning."

He followed her there, looking around the little shop. The cozy atmosphere mixed with the heady scent of coffee grounds. Overhead, mason jars lit wooden beams. In the corner was a little oak bookshelf, and he perked when he saw an old fantasy series he used to enjoy sitting on top.

A sign over it said: Take a book, leave a book.

"So it's your turn to visit?"

"Shishi, yeah, I thought since you came over, it'd be fun to see your shop. And I'm tired of freezer food."

Her hand paused over a rag, and she looked over her shoulder. "Freezer? You need actual food."

Luffy checked the blackboard menu, sipping his tea before he beamed and pointed. "I'll have the bacon and egg sandwich!"

"I'll have it right up."

When he reached into his pocket for his wallet, she cleared her throat.

"On the house. For the dice."

He blinked, staring as she cracked eggs into a pan, and he saw a mini sort of kitchen beside the coffee and espresso machines. She pressed bread into a toaster while the eggs sizzled away. In another pan was the bacon, and he realized just how hungry he actually was so he drank more of his tea in the hopes that the warmth would trick his body. It never did.

She moved easily between the pans, flipping this and that. When the toast popped out, she even buttered it while the bacon crackled behind her. Luffy sucked in his lips, watching her bowed over the plate as the egg slid onto the toast, a slice of cheddar melting on the eggs already.

Her long, slender fingers brushed her hair back after she placed the bacon on top. She glanced at him and cleared her throat. Sliding the plate at the end of the counter for him, not quite meeting his eyes, she murmured, "It's hot."

"Uh huh," he said.

Luffy stared at her bowed face and swallowed nothing.

His stomach gurgled for him at that moment, and he clamped his hand over his stomach before he grabbed the plate, rushing to sit at a table. "Thanks!"

Her eyes were on his back. Somehow, he could feel them. Perhaps it hadn't been as good of an idea to come as he had thought. He didn't always have many good ones to begin with.

"What kind of tea do you have?"

He jumped. "Ah, just green tea. From a box. Lipton?"

She sniffed. "Would you like some coffee?"

"I don't drink coffee. I like black tea if you have any though."

When he turned in his chair to face her better, Nami shrugged. "I have a few. Earl Grey?"

"Darjeeling's my favorite." He grinned when she made a face at him and switched to another pot by the coffee beans. Drinking the rest of his tea, he asked, "Is this on the house too?"

"Nope," she said a mite too cheerfully.

He smirked at her back before he chuckled. "That so?"

Luffy watched her move behind the counter, and the fresh scent of tea leaves soon filled the air. He rose to offer his empty cup. When her eyes met his, they darted away, though a tightness in her lips made him tilt his head.

"You all right?"

"Mm, just tired. I didn't get much sleep last night."

He tried not to smile. "Boyfriend?"

She jerked so hard that she had to pull the teapot away from his mug so she wouldn't splash herself. "Absolutely not!"

"I wasn't asking if I could be," he said with a grin.

Her eyes bulged, gaping until she straightened the teapot so she wouldn't lose any more tea. "No, I - I meant that he isn't my boyfriend!"

"Who?" His grin would not stop now.

"Nobody!"

Scratching his chin, Luffy leaned in to squint at her, humming before he laughed. "Are you sure?"

Her face burned ever darker. "He's just ... nobody."

"You're gonna hurt this guy's feelings by calling him a nobody," Luffy said with a snicker. Of course, watching her was too amusing for it to affect him in any case. What was going through that head of hers?

Nami snorted, a scowl forming at last. "It's not like that. Really." Sighing, she pushed his mug back over to him, and he pulled his wallet out, still grinning.

The shop woke around them though, and as regulars and others filtered inside, Luffy had to return to his store, but the smile never really left him for the rest of the day.

---

Her eyes latched onto the villain. She hadn't expected to see him again so soon. Was he onto her? Had he been in the shop and suspected anything? Nami saw more women in the comic store than she had first realized, but was one more too strange? One that played D&D?

Nami couldn't worry about that though.

He was boldly traipsing across roofs over alleyways in the dead of night.

Would he hit another bank?

She put speed into her step, but held back, not wishing to alert him.

I should have called for backup, she thought, but now she hesitated. She still had no idea what his end goal was. He had stolen money from a bank, and now what?

What was his plan?

Skidding to a halt, Nami peeked over the edge of the building.

He had leaped into the alley, and she chewed her lip while he strode toward the sidewalk.

This was a richer side of town. The brickwork had been recently cleaned here, and garbage in the alley was at a minimum.

Her brow creased.

Was he just a thief? She snorted quietly at the idea - these were innocent people. They didn't need some asshole to come along and empty their pockets.

This has gone on long enough. Nami waited though, frowning in concern. She couldn't stop him with her lightning ability, and she certainly was not strong enough to take him on.

Nami sighed before she pulled her walkie-talkie out.

It screamed in radio static at her when she turned it on, and she gasped, trying to switch it back off, but it was too late.

He leaped in front of her from the street level and grabbed the walkie-talkie, crushing it in one gloved hand.

"Nice to see you again, Weather Witch."

The breath left her, and she dodged aside even though he didn't swing at her. Some people with power abilities could match speedsters in quickness, and she did not want to take those chances against him.

Even so, he lunged toward her with a grin, and she shuddered to a stop only a few feet away from him. She braced against the wall, wondering if the access door was unlocked. Not that locking it behind her would keep him out.

She could still remember the side of the building after he had smashed his way through it.

"Did ya miss me?"

Nami flushed with heat. "Why would I!?" Don't go with his flow!

Except her face still burned. It was all Luffy's fault! Him and his insinuation that this villain was her boyfriend! Luffy hadn't known, but she could still blame him for all she liked.

The villain stepped toward her, and she inched along the wall, glancing at the ruin of her walkie-talkie. That would hurt. Her only option now was to wait, not run. The destruction of the device would alert headquarters. Someone would come to find out what happened. They could arrest him and end this charade! Nami eyed his hands.

She just needed to last until then.

He smiled wider. "What's wrong? Do you think I'd hurt you? You're much too cute."

Her blush flared. "I'm not!" Oh, don't squeak! Nami scowled when his grin grew, trying to fight the color in her cheeks. Smug asshole.

When he licked his lips, her teeth clenched in an attempt to still her heart. How did this villain get her so riled up? Confidence was too sexy. She had enough of that in her life in spades though. But as he stalked toward her, Nami desperately wanted to sink into the wall and flee her embarrassment.

Nami slid along the wall, swallowing nothing as he approached.

"You don't think you're cute? Hm." She twitched from the hum in his throat, biting her tongue. "How about gorgeous?"

"Stop playing around!"

His head cocked to the side, staring at her. He chuckled. "What else would I do, but play? I could play with you too, gorgeous. Do you feel left out?"

She darted several steps across the wall before she could stop herself, heart hammering. He didn't come for her again, but the slow smirk sent all too real shivers through her.

Play ... Her mind blanked. Playing with him would not be anything like what those men at the comic book store did, and yet something inside shuddered. Whispered. We're in costumes. No one would know. This is a new identity.

Nami shook her head. "I'm not some toy for you to abuse!"

His brow perked. He licked his lips. "I didn't think of it like that, but ..."

Scowling, she said, "Like hell, you didn't!"

"What can I say? I don't have a dirty mind like you. You think you could be a toy for me?" Nami bit back her tongue, growling, and he chuckled. He glanced to the side before a frown creased his face. "Oh, I thought you wanted to talk to me alone. Well, I don't have to take this."

Her eyes widened when he darted away, and Nami pushed herself away from the wall to see where he went. They had been so close.

Nami turned to the other hero with a sneer, grinding teeth. She knew it wasn't their fault, but she wanted to bite something. If they had snuck instead, then they could have caught him!

When she went home, something inside felt empty, but she ignored it, tossing in bed for what remained of the rest of the night.

---

Stepping into her coffee shop felt like sinking into heavenly aromas. It seldom failed to put a smile on her face. Today, she smiled, but faintly. She sighed as she turned to shut the door behind her.

Doing so put her face to face with the little comic book store across the street.

There was a game tonight. She had stumbled through a few already, leveling up the character they had helped make for her while some vampire crept around them or some such thing. Strode? Strad?

She sniffed. Some play on Vlad, perhaps.

Movement caught her eye, and she looked up, staring incomprehensibly for a moment before she blushed and waved.

Luffy grinned at her from behind a cup of tea. She wondered if there was a way to ask him via hand signals if he would come over for breakfast, but he answered for her by waving some toast. She smiled. Eating out every morning would be expensive, and he had only recently opened the place.

Humming, she headed for the counter, pulling on her apron before she turned the music on and soft rock swelled.

Nami set to cleaning the counters. Lately, she had had to leave the closing to her manager so she could scope out the comic book store. Thus, she wanted to make sure everything was indeed as clean as she would have left it.

Later, Nami left the shop to her manager and walked across the street for her break. Inside, Luffy smiled at her, sitting behind the counter while he eyed a group of kids at one of the tables. She tuned them out as best she could though her eyes narrowed at the language.

"Get your fat ass wizard out of the way, fat ass!"

"Hey," Luffy said, shutting his book. Her eyes narrowed at the fantasy book and smiled ruefully.

"So that's where the Player's Handbook came from," she said.

He paused with a finger between pages. "Huh?"

"You traded it for that book."

His brow quirked, tilting his head. "I traded with my old book about dinosaurs. Thought a kid might like it."

She giggled. "Kids don't usually come to coffee shops."

After a moment, he grinned and pointed at himself. "Big kids do."

"Oh, I see," she said with a hum and a roll of her eyes. Who did he think he was kidding? She glanced around the store, but the kids were the only ones in the store besides him and her. "So you're bored? Slacking off?"

"Nah, I'm listening to their homebrew game. Something about climbing into a monster's asshole." Luffy grinned enough to crack his face in half, and Nami had to smile too though she cringed as well.

Laughing, she said, "Gross!"

"Shishi, yeah!"

Luffy stood to come around the counter to join her side. "Did you wanna look at figurines? I think we could help you paint it and set it up so she's holding your badass axe."

She blushed. That had been partly her slip of the tongue, but the name had stuck. "The lady with the sword's been fine."

He grinned over his shoulder, half turning to the figurine display. "Part of the fun is making 'em though."

"I ..." She bit her lip, staring. Did he want her to spend more time with him?

Even after all the time she was already spending here? She wasn't sure what she thought of that. Luffy hardly seemed to do much when she saw him, but the store was clean enough, and he dealt with all the customers that came through whenever a game was on. Lazy as he seemed, he was a businessman of sorts.

Nami's eyes trailed over a box that he showed her, and she chewed her lip. The figure of the woman had several poses to choose from, wearing plate mail while her hair moved as if blowing in the wind.

Taking it, she turned the package over in her hands, glancing over when someone entered the store. It would give her an excuse to stay after work here rather than wander over to check on things. She still worried about how natural she appeared. Nami was only trying to keep an eye out for someone who could be the villain after all. The man that had just entered was far too large to fit the bill and one of her regulars to boot.

Quite a few people were crossing the street in either direction she was noticing. Usopp had come by for coffee, and she noticed some people come over after getting coffee to get a comic book.

After a moment, her lips pursed, eyes narrowing as she focused on what was in her hands. "Wait, what happened to the bikini plate look? I figured I would see sexier poses for female figures."

Luffy's slow smirk made her pinker, but he snickered, shaking his head. "It's hard to sell sex. Besides, ladies should be able to go into battle fully covered too. Might as well have all the guys shirtless in loincloths too."

"Sex sells." She raised a brow.

"Try telling that to Domino Lady," he said, pointing over in the store's corner.

A sign over the small shelf section said 18+, and Nami blushed.

"You sell smut here? There are kids!" She strangled her voice into a harsh whisper at the last, glancing at said children, but Luffy shrugged.

"It's all plastic-wrapped, and I need to see an ID before I sell 'em." He smirked. "I also tell anyone that buys it in case some old granny is just trying to buy something for her grandkid. Don't want to traumatize the kiddo by giving them their first kink from grandma dearest."

She blushed, glancing at the kids again, but they were shouting something over the dice.

"They killed Kennewyne! You bastards!"

"If you don't want a figurine, how about a comic?" Luffy grinned, heading over to the corner, and she flushed as her feet moved for her.

He perused as if searching for one in particular before he handed her a plastic-wrapped comic. The woman on the front wore only a domino mask and a white slip of a dress. Nami's throat clenched, and she tried to clear it while a dark flush covered her face.

She pouted at him and whispered, "Are you trying to make me buy porn?"

"Women buy porn too," he said with a raised brow. "I get it if this isn't your sort of thing though. Actually, maybe not that one. That has something a little dark in it."

Luffy reached for the book in her hand, but she clutched it tighter, lips pursing. "Dark how?"

Only now did he glance at the kids. His voice might have lowered. "I mean, Domino Lady's usually using her wiles against the villains, but I think that one has the villain catch her and ... well. It's a good storyline though, so that's why I thought of it. You don't have to-" He tried to grab the book again, but she whisked it behind herself.

"I can handle that kind of story. I'm sure it must be more mature than the straight-up smut," she said, much more cooly than she felt. She actually doubted that very much. Her skin felt hot enough to melt off, but her back straightened.

Why would she think of that villain? Just because she had seen him last night probably. He had been so close.

He grinned. "You'd be surprised. Well, tell me if you want anything else."

Thus said, he headed back for his counter, turning to watch the group at the table.

Leaving Nami with a book about a villain raping a heroine behind her back. When she made sure he wasn't looking, she brought it around again to squint at the cover with pursed lips. She hadn't noticed it, but a man loomed in from behind, cloaked in black against her white.

Her teeth found her bottom lip.

She bought the figurines too.

---

"I seduce the cleric!" Luffy rolled his die before Usopp could gape.

"What!?"

When the die landed, not even looking at it, Luffy leaned over the table toward Sanji and grinned, waggling his eyebrows as he pitched his voice higher. "What say you and I go warm up those haystacks?"

Groaning, Sanji rolled as he glowered at Luffy and smirked when he glanced at the two dice together. "I have a sixteen with my roll. What does your eight give you?"

"Seven!" He winked.

Nami burst out in laughter with Usopp, banging the table.

"Go warm yourself up!" Sanji snorted, grinning while Luffy snickered.

Usopp stopped his laugh with a compressed puff of air before he said, "Okay, what else are you guys doing before your long rest?"

"Aw, c'mon, Sanji, I'm a kobold! I get cold!"

"No way," he turned to Nami, spreading his arms out. "Would the lovely Gweyir like to pray with me tonight?"

"Your prayers won't be answered tonight, cleric," she said, grinning when he deflated.

When her phone went off, she frowned, but her eyebrow shot up. Luffy shifted his head just so as to see Restricted on her screen.

She rose from the table to answer it, and Luffy tried to keep an ear out, but Zoro and Sanji had started another bickering session over who was keeping watch and when.

"Now?" He heard, pouting when she went on. "I'll be there as soon as I can."

Usopp lifted his head. "Gotta go?"

"Uh, yeah, something with the bank. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. I think we're about wrapped up here anyway." Usopp shot a look at Zoro and Sanji who were now arguing over the rations.

Nami smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry. I'll see you guys next week?"

"Don't forget your dice," Luffy said, collecting them into their little clear box to hand to her.

She took it with a rushed nod, slipping other odds and ends she had brought along into her purse too. "Sorry about the mess. I just have to take care of this."

"Bring snacks from your shop next time!"

"Only if you pay for it!"

Luffy watched her go with a wave and a smile, humming before he grinned at the others. Usopp was already clearing the table, and he put the little buildings on the shelves for display. "I'm starving! Whatcha guys want?"

"Well, I was gonna see Pudding after this," Sanji said, standing to turn his back on Zoro who squinted at him.

"I wanna make sure the next piece is ready for next week actually. Do you wanna come over?" Usopp packed paper and pieces into his bag.

Pulling a face, Luffy said, "That paint smells awful. I can barely eat around it."

Zoro snorted. "But you still eat."

"Doesn't mean I like to eat around that stuff."

"Then I'll just see you guys next week. Same time and everything." Usopp waved, and Luffy said his see-ya-laters as they walked out the door.

For a moment, Luffy stared after them, frowning before his eyes slid to see movement out of the corner of his eye. Nami stepped out of her shop, locking it while a huge bag was slung over her shoulder. It had a bulge of something underneath.

Like a helmet.

His eyebrows rose. He locked the door and made sure the sign was still flipped to closed before he ran upstairs.

Luffy jumped out his window minutes later in costume and headed onto the roof, keeping low. His blood pounded in his ears as he treaded low and leaped over alleyways. No one tended to look up, but during the day, he was much more visible. He almost turned around, but he could see Nami striding the sidewalk at a brisk pace.

She crossed the street toward his way.

He ran.

A likely alley caught his eye, and he slipped down the wall, letting his arm stretch him silently to the cement.

Flushed, Luffy licked his lips and peered out the alley, bracing himself.

Something in him nagged, but all he could see was her walking away from him in that sweet brown striped sweater dress with the white spandex leggings.

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he held his breath as he ran that image through his head.

"What am I doing?"

Luffy swallowed hard, sweat beading down his temple before he shook his head. That had nothing to do with what he was doing.

He just wanted to tease her.

Just a little.

Nami walked in front of the alley, not even glancing inside. His arm stretched, coiling around her body - and didn't that feel amazing? - before he whisked her inside, his hand clamped to her mouth to stop the scream. She gripped his arm, wound around her soft body, her forearms loose enough to attempt a struggle.

Shuddering, his eyes closed, trying not to see her even as she bumped against him.

Luffy forgot for a moment what he was doing when Nami was in his arms. His muscles tightened, straining to not crush her before he sighed.

"Shhhh, keep still," he whispered. "I won't hurt you."

He wouldn't. Luffy swallowed a dry lump, but her squirming stopped.

When he opened his eyes, she was glaring at him. His shiver returned, and he smirked.

This felt better. Even though she tried to hide it, he felt her fear in the way her body tensed against him.

"Give me everything you got, little girl," he said. Her brown eyes widened, darting to her purse, and he chuckled. "Turn it out, I wanna see everything."

His skin prickled. Would she out herself to him so readily? That was surely her costume inside. All the teasing could increase - his excitement. If she knew he knew her identity, what would she do?

With this, he could chase her more. Taunt her more.

As he looked though, he gaped when she dropped her purse and slowly inched her sweater dress up her thigh.

Luffy's jaw came ajar while knitted cotton slipped higher still, revealing thigh-high stockings.

Stockings - not leggings.

He twitched, breathing hard.

His voice shook. "Don't have anything else to give me, huh?"

Luffy was chasing her.

Blood roared in his ears when she whispered, pressing against him harder, "Don't hurt me."

With a groan, Luffy shoved her deeper into the alley behind the dumpster, and she made a soft moan when his lips latched onto her throat. Nami gasped, choking on a moan while he squeezed her thigh.

He would corner her and take exactly what he wanted.

His body tensed though, clenching his teeth together as he pulled his mouth off.

"Fuck," he whispered.

"Yes."

Swallowing nothing, he stared over her shoulder at her body, her breasts heaving under knitted cloth. His throat caught.

"Show me," he rasped into her ear, dragging it out of himself. He teetered on the edge, but Nami wriggled when he pressed her against the wall. Made him sigh. "Show me what you're giving me."

She whimpered, and he melted, shuddering when she reached back to fold her sweater dress up to reveal lace panties that matched her nude skin.

Grabbing her hips, Luffy kneeled, his tongue laving over her pussy through fine embroidery. Her cry quickened his tongue, and he drooled from the flavor of salt and addictive juices.

Nami spread her thighs wider with a gasp, and he pulled aside her panties to thrust his tongue inside. Immediate sobs took her that she muffled into her wrist. She rocked against his face, walls clamping around his stretching tongue. A confused squeak from her told him that she hadn't thought of his rubber abilities here.

He melded into her cunt, breathing in the heady scent of her sex. In here, he could sense a trap, but he couldn't stop now. Nami tasted delicious, releasing little squeals as she tried to keep her voice down. She didn't want to get caught?

If she screamed, someone would come running to help! But she didn't want to get caught!

Yanking on her hips, Luffy moaned into her, and his tongue kissed her womb, pounding and stretching inside. Nami's knees trembled, but he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her as her legs shook uncontrollably while she came on his mouth. Luffy shuddered, thrusting deeper still as his eyelids lowered, drunk.

Luffy would drown happily in her. His tongue already wanted to melt inside.

She sobbed, thrusting onto his tongue until her legs turned to jello in his grip, but he still ravaged her, panting when she let out a raw moan.

"I - I came, I came!" Nami's thighs jerked, trying to spread for him.

With a growl, he straightened behind her, thrusting his hand into her panties to dig his fingers into her. Her back arched hard with a gasp, showing her throat again which he took, teeth grating over flesh as she writhed in his arms.

Her hips jutted, switching from trying to thrust against his fingers to grinding on his erection.

But there was the trap.

Luffy groaned, squeezing his eyes shut before he grabbed her breast through her sweater dress with his free hand. His fingers stretched deeper, her voice pitching in her moans.

Eyes rolled back. Her plush ass ground circles even while he sank fingers deeper - added another to hear her gasp. Under her dress, a nipple hardened in his fingers, and he twisted it until her body jerked in a now-familiar way. Luffy hissed, shuddering as her hips bucked harder.

When he turned to her face, Nami's eyes stared into ecstasy, her tongue running over her lips.

He took that too, and she squealed in her orgasm to his lips. Her pussy sloshed against his palm, her pulse pounding around his fingers and in his mouth as he sucked her tongue out.

Nami arched on her quivering toes before she slumped forward against the wall with a sob.

Grunting, Luffy withdrew, letting her knees fold under her, and he panted, hands on his jeans, but he just barely stopped himself. He glanced at her shimmering hazelnut eyes as she peeked over her shoulder at him.

If he let loose inside of her ...

Luffy shuddered. "I think that's everything."

He ignored widening eyes, turning to stretch his arm to a roof. Any roof to get away.

---

The next morning, having not slept, Luffy lifted his head from his pillow and stared blearily at the condoms on his kitchen counter. He had dunked his head into a freezing shower upon getting home, but that had helped nothing.

When he licked his lips, he could still taste her, and he groaned, burying his face into his pillow with a wince.

"Fuck!"

No, that's what got him into this mess. That was why he had stolen a package of condoms.

He had dragged his feet home after that, chucking his costume into a corner of his bathroom to forget about it.

Checking the time, he winced, but he dared to look out the window.

She came down the sidewalk across the street, smiling.

Luffy rubbed his eyes and looked again, but she turned to grin and wave at him.

His mouth worked, dry before he waved back and pointed at the shop.

He wanted to see her.

Cleaning his face at the very least - he could still taste her, wanted to - Luffy headed downstairs and across the street, wide-eyed at her light step and her cheery grin when she greeted him.

She opened the door for him before she even flipped the sign, and it stayed on closed even when she shut the door behind them.

"Good morning!" She sang it.

His eyes widened before he could stop them. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Nami kept smiling though. It wasn't an illusion.

"Hey," he said, clearing his throat when he sounded rougher than he had intended.

Nami pouted. "You sound awful. Are you sick?"

"Couldn't sleep last night," he mumbled.

"Do you want the usual? I'll get you some honey and green tea with ginger. I found something with citrus in it too, and it's amazing. Should clear your cold right up." She went to grab her apron and cooked.

The sign was still on closed, and she was cooking for him anyway.

His eyes found her neck where he had left a mark, and he licked his lips. "Thanks." Leaden.

She smiled at him, stabbed him in the gut with that smile.

He cracked his mouth open to tell her, fists in his pockets, but instead, he said, "What's on your neck?"

Surely, she would react poorly. He had - to her!

Nami blushed.

"Uh, well ..."

Luffy swallowed nothing, but his tongue loosened itself. "Did you really go to the bank or was that an excuse to see your not-boyfriend?"

"He - he's not my boyfriend!" Nami covered the bite mark, but she blushed. She didn't wince. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip.

Why hadn't he bitten her lips too?

He stayed near the door, watching her cook and move about as if nothing was out of the ordinary. She was still bright red. "And I did go to the bank, but I didn't get anything solved there. I saw him later though, and we just ..."

"You okay?" Those were lies - or at least out of order. Had she been too ashamed to tell the other heroes? His voice couldn't shake the roughness of the night off. Luffy cleared his throat again, darkening.

"I'm ..." Her fingers traced over the bite. Stroking. Luffy inhaled slowly, and Nami's eyes glittered when she looked at him. "We just kind of ... had fun."

Luffy's hands shook, but he kept them shoved into his pockets as he stepped closer. "Looks like a lot of fun."

"Did you ever read that comic I bought?" Her smile warmed, and his throat caught.

"Uh, yeah." He swallowed nothing while heat rose to his face.

"I guess I was a little excited after that." She grinned cheekily. "Sorry if that was too much information, but ... thanks for the recommendation?"

He goggled at her. Luffy had wanted to tease her.

Somehow, she had turned it on him without even realizing she had done it.

She pushed a cup to him, and Luffy realized he had forgotten his tea mug in his haste to come down. He dropped his eyes when he took it, and she asked, "Have you taken anything for your cold?"

"Uh, no, I ... it's fine." Luffy sipped the tea, trying to clear his throat when the citrus and honey soothed it. The faint flavor of ginger tangled on his tongue after. His eyes darted to her throat again, and she smiled coyly.

"What's with you today?"

Luffy blinked and shook his head. "Sorry. I just ... never thought of you ... in that way."

He hadn't, but he stared at her now. The sexual creature that wanted to play and 'have fun' with a villain. She had said-

Nami pinkened, but she said, "Wow. Even your friend with the girlfriend does."

"That's Sanji." He shrugged.

She came around the counter, and he twitched when she touched his shoulder, but she only pushed him to sit, setting a steaming plate in front of him. A croissant sat next to his sandwich. That he knew she bought from a bakery, but it steamed with the sandwich, freshly reheated for him.

The sign was still flipped on closed.

"You're sweet," she whispered, and his eyes widened when she smoothed his hair from his forehead to kiss it. It felt cool on his flushed, sweaty skin. "You should keep the store closed today to get some rest though. You're as hot as a pancake and you look awful too."

"Uh huh," Luffy mumbled. As she left him, Luffy drooped over the table, drained, but relieved in a way he hated.

When she went to flip the sign to open, he watched her hips sway. Her dress was a plaid overall piece today, and when her legs whisked together, on the edge of her skirt, he could see the tops of white, thigh-high stockings.

His mouth dried.

---

"There you are."

Nami jerked, spinning to face him. In her costume, she had been staring at a dark city and squinting for any movement. For someone that moved like him.

Now he smiled, a growl taunting her. "I missed you, little miss lightning."

Her cheeks darkened, gasping as he stalked toward her. Something held her feet to the rooftop, but she forced herself to lift one heavy boot after the other. She could try to catch him again.

She could let him catch her again too though.

When she whipped out the walkie-talkie, his hand stretched forward, snagging it away, but not crushing it this time. She flushed, wondering if he had learned his lesson. He clipped the walkie to his jeans with a chuckle.

"Now you can't call anybody to interrupt our date."

"Date?" She scoffed before he lunged for her. Nami slipped just out of his reach, burning when he grinned. Their bodies grazed, but she darted aside.

The villain licked his lips. "You're the one putting dirty thoughts in my head. I was just playing a game."

For a moment, she wondered if he knew who she was. Had he followed her to her apartment? Had he watched her undress through a window out of her costume into panties and bra for bed? Yet couldn't he have done so much worse to her? He had to think that her civilian identity was someone else. She told herself she had done what she did to protect her superheroine identity, but that idea was fading fast.

"Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself," she whispered, shivering when he grinned.

"Hm, do you even have anything I want? You are gorgeous. Like she was."

She twitched, blushing when she wanted to - fuck it.

Nami slapped him.

Rather than grab her wrist though, the villain had his hands on her hips, pressing her against him, groaning. He was excited! When her legs wrapped around his waist, Nami tried to turn it into a maneuver to get off, but she had lost the moment her body had moved on its own.

He slammed her into the roof with a deep snarl as his bulge prodded her. She wanted to melt, but she tried to buck him off. Under him, all training fled.

Grabbing her wrists, he turned her onto her side, slapping her bared thigh, and her jaw dropped with a cry.

"Bastard!" Panting, she squirmed under him, but his hot breath hit her ear.

"When I saw her tights ... just like yours, I knew I was going to fuck her blind. You should have heard her squeal."

She tried to turn her own squeak into a hiss when he spanked her again, moaning as his hand disappeared into her skirt to snap her panties. "Fuck you!"

"You first," he purred. "I'll fuck her after. I wanna compare who's the tighter slut. She begged for it, but I want to hear it from you first."

As he straddled her thigh, Nami darkened, trembling when the sound of his zipper vibrated through her. Would he follow her in civilian garb to her apartment and take her there? She stopped her moan. "Bastard, don't touch her!"

"Are you jealous? Fine, I'll fuck only you then."

She gave one last shove, knowing her resistance was growing weaker, knowing she wanted that cock he hadn't given her before.

He chuckled in her ear, fingers caressing her folds. "You're wet already? Are you asking for it too?"

The villain didn't wait for an answer, and Nami sobbed openmouthed when he took her hard. Bowing her head, she clenched around him, half fuming at herself, but melting into cement while his weight pinned her. His rocking hips, slapping wetly in her ears, filled her body, made her arch.

"Fffuck," he whispered in her ear. Nami's lips parted, wanting to squeal, but nothing came out. If he didn't know it was her, she couldn't let him know now! Her hips moved though, betraying her in other ways.

Nami stared into the roof as rain fell. Of course, it felt bigger than his tongue or fingers, but his cock touched everything inside. She was sure of it. Had he stretched it too? His hips quickened, and her legs tried to splay wider. "Bastard!"

His teeth clashed onto her neck, and Nami jerked, moaning brokenly as she slammed back on her own.

"Bastard!"

When he slapped her ass, she writhed and struggled to find purchase, legs shaking. He was splitting her apart. His cock drilled into her, and Nami wanted nothing more than to writhe.

"Maybe I should find her again," he murmured. She hissed, trying to thrust on him, but his grip on her hips controlled the thrusts, slick from the rain and sweat. "I'll fuck her anyway. You can't stop me."

"Nnh, no!" Nami panted and worked her hips against his to put herself in a lather.

He chuckled, and her heart threatened to pound out of her chest. "So you do want my cock."

"Ff ... fuck ..." When she ground down, she gasped as his powerful grip stopped her. Her eyes widened, jerking in his grasp, and moaning when he pulled out. "Wha - what are you doing!?"

"Mm, just admit you want my cock. "

She squawked as he turned her onto her back. Looking at him, Nami bit her tongue to stop it from breaking down. The villain loomed over her, a flush in his cheeks while he ran his tongue over his lips. Her eyes dared to drift lower, breathing faster at the sight of his cock. He was wearing a condom, and now she knew why he had left before.

Had he not planned to touch her in that alley? Did he not want to leave any DNA behind? Nami's cheeks flared when he tapped his cockhead against her entrance.

"Beg for it."

Her eyes bulged, mouth working before she whispered, "That's ... I shouldn't ..."

"Fuck that. Beg already." Nami yelped when he slapped her ass, moaning for each strike, for each word. "Beg. Beg. Beg."

Jaw unhinging, Nami's head fell back as her hips rocked for his hand. "Ff ... fuck me."

"Beg!"

A sharp sting had her hips jumping, and she moaned. "Fuck me, please!"

His hips thrust, and Nami saw sparks. "Good girl!"

"Yes! Yes, I am!" He laughed, but she grabbed his shoulders, yanking him for a kiss. The villain rolled into her, pinning her knees to either side as her body bucked and rutted with him.

He sucked her lips, biting and groaning in turn. Nami trembled, scratching gouges into his back while she could only tighten.

"You're my good girl?"

She preened, digging into his shoulders with her nails. "Yes!"

"So cute," he whispered to her lips before he sank his teeth into her chin.

Nami choked as he crushed her into the roof, her legs splaying wider. Every thrust ground desire deeper, building against her core.

He tilted her chin up, and she cooed, eyes rolling back when he claimed her lips, and she lost herself to his hips and tongue. When he squeezed her breasts, her legs sprung around him once freed, pulling him with each thrust.

With a great heave, he yanked her against him as he sat upright, and Nami squealed as she rocked onto his lap. Deeper he went, and her heart ran.

"No, no, I ... not yet!"

His nails scratched her thighs, tugging before nipping her lips. "Do it. My good girl can cum all she wants."

Whimpering, slippery in the warm rain, her hips worked a lather on him, bumping to rub her clitoris against him.

"Good girl," he purred, and Nami broke.

Nami sobbed, and he kissed her while his fingers made fists in her skirts, tugging. Her eyes rolled back as he pulled tenderly, gasping with his shaking hips still thrusting. He shoved her down again, and she arched to him with a cry while he slammed harder, quicker into her before he sank completely.

"Yes!"

Heat filled her, and for a moment, Nami wondered if the condom broke. She wouldn't have been surprised with his strength.

Boneless, she squirmed and tried to control her breathing, moaning when he licked his lips. That damned smirk formed before he hissed as he slid out.

Her hips gave one last twitch of protest for it, and she shivered.

She bit her lip, flushing while he pulled the condom off. It looked unbroken at least. He glanced at it before his eyes met hers.

"Do you want it?"

A pulse shook her, and Nami darkened. If she answered that, what would he do with it? Would she stop him if he put it in her? She should accept it to get it tested, but she hesitated. With a chuckle, he tied it off before he chucked it off the roof though.

"Bastard," she whispered, but she couldn't feel any heat in it besides a dare.

"Mm, later maybe."

Nami blinked before she turned away with a flush.

Was that a promise?

The villain stood and straightened his jeans. His sigh sounded satisfied while he stretched, and Nami pouted when she realized she hadn't even checked for the color of his hair. Most hair was dark below anyway.

Sitting upright, Nami fixed her panties.

"Fuck ya later, Weather Witch. It was fun playing with you."

Her eyes widened, pushing herself to her feet, but he laughed, already turning to dash over the alley. Nami's legs wobbled, and she huffed at his back before she sat hard against a wall. Of course. Damned power abilities ...

"Bastard."

---

Luffy sipped his tea, smiling when Nami strode down the sidewalk with a slight limp.

"Good morning," he hummed before he stood to get his freezer sandwich from the microwave. He didn't trust himself not to smile like an utter fool in front of her this morning - even to wait for her daily wave.

Eating the sandwich in a few bites while going down the stairs, Luffy licked his fingers before he frowned.

Smiling, Nami stepped into her store.

Someone swooped in after her.

They slammed the door shut.

His stomach dropped.

The mug shattered behind him as he ran for the door, his hands shaking with the keys. When he looked up, her eyes widened, and she backpedaled into the counter. He snarled. That was his heroine's shop.

Luffy yanked the door out of its hinges.

When he ran across the street, he dodged a car passing by, leaping over the hood of another. She could see him now. Nami looked at him.

Was that fear?

He couldn't stop now though. Bursting through the door, Luffy searched for the man that had followed her. Except the shop was empty besides the two of them. His mouth hung open for a moment before he looked back at her, eyes wide.

Nami glanced between him and the doors, but she said, "He has some kind of ability! He disappeared!"

"Get down." Luffy jumped over her counter and grabbed the canned tin of tea before he chucked it into the empty room over Nami's head. The lid flew, spraying black tea leaves across the room. "There!"

Lunging, Nami grabbed the figure's outstretched arm. He had been reaching for her. For a moment, Luffy held his breath, waiting for the sparks and light show, before he frowned. Nothing happened. Nami gritted her teeth, but no electricity shot out to envelop the other person.

Her eyes stared ahead, through a body that pulled his arm away to brush the leaves off.

An invisible man with a psychic secondary ability.

Luffy sneered, hot rage taking him. What was he going to do to her without them seeing? Before he could shake off any more of the tea leaves, Luffy bounded over the counter. The satisfying crack of a jaw against his fist sent shivers down his spine.

Nami gave a start, shaking out of the hold before she shuddered. "Luffy!"

She glanced at the door again - or was it across the street? Had she seen what he had done to his door? Luffy wasn't even sure what he'd done yet. It would be expensive to repair - but so was revealing himself. Nami stared at him.

It didn't matter. If she was safe, it didn't matter in the least.

"You okay?"

"I'm ... all right."

He let out a breath he hadn't noticed he was holding. When he turned back to the other villain though, Luffy scowled. "Damn it, he's gone!"

An invisible psychic. Either he was running or -

Luffy couldn't move.

He tried to twitch, but his muscles couldn't even spasm on command.

"Luffy?" He strained against the hold, but he couldn't see his attacker. Nami stepped closer, but he wanted to scream.

"She's mine! You should've stayed in your comic dump!"

All at once, Luffy's eyes felt like they were bulging. Not a random villain. A stalker of some sort. Luffy struggled to remember, but he had only seen his face for a short time, and he wasn't good with faces unless he saw them often.

A long jaw with oily blond hair. Not handsome either. He was taller at least, but he was lanky. He could have been any nerd walking into the store and disappeared into the background, grounding his teeth while Luffy got closer to his goal than he did.

An involuntary hiss escaped him when something sharp glided across his left cheek, and Luffy's eyes wanted to pop out of his sockets. Even his weapons were invisible. He should have realized since his clothes could disappear too.

When she lunged forward, Nami gasped as she abruptly moved across the room. Her elbow stuck out into the air.

Yes.

Taller.

"Stay away from us from now on."

Luffy seethed as he dragged her across the store. While she tried to resist, she looked back at him, worry pricking her eyes. Uncertainty.

Struggling against the psychic hold, Luffy sweated. His muscles finally twitched, but he couldn't move otherwise.

He concentrated on opening his mouth. She thought she should still hide? Not now.

This was not like before. Didn't she realize?

Or did she have hope?

"Nami ..." he rasped, wincing as his vocal cords shrieked at him for even the whisper, but she turned back.

"Luffy, are you okay!?"

Nothing yanked on her. "Leave him be! You'll stay with me from now on so he can stop bothering you! Yes, just you and me."

Air raked into him, striving for the air for the next word. Even the most involuntary movements were being stopped. Just how hard was the stalker struggling to hold him? Luffy thanked his power ability, not for the first time.

His vision blurred. "Weather ..."

Her eyes widened, and in an instant, blue and white filled the room. Something burned, and Luffy sagged to his knees, gasping for air.

"Luffy!" Before his head hit the ground, she whisked over to him, and his head landed on something soft.

As he blinked, breathing hard, Luffy stared at knitted knees until he flushed. His head had fallen into her lap. She stroked his hair, and he swallowed convulsively.

The edge of her thigh-high stockings was visible just at the edge of her skirt, and Luffy had to drag his eyes away from those only to scowl.

In front of the door, the stalker smoked wisps of acrid sulfur scent, but heroes were coming for the door.

Someone must have called for them. And that Captain Cigar scowled inside among them. Luffy pushed himself to his knees away from her even though she reached out to stop him, but he scrambled back with a wince. Pushed her hands away. He had stained her skirt with blood.

"Sorry." His throat caught, not sure which part that apology was for. The blood? Or the villainy? For touching her? Not telling her?

The door slammed open as Captain Cigar stepped inside. "I should've known you'd get back into trouble."

Luffy winced, bracing himself. For the hit, for his berating. Either way, Luffy would make a break for it. Prison was not where he would end.

"He did nothing wrong!"

Nami slipped between them and held her hands out to block him from coming any closer.

Gaping, Luffy flushed when she went on. "He came to save me! The villain there was trying to kidnap me! If Luffy hadn't come, I might not be here!"

A lie. She could have saved herself any time. Luffy cringed. He had just complicated things by ...

Why had he run over?

Luffy lifted his head, but Captain Cigar still gritted his teeth into those unlit cigars, sneering at him, but he refused to turn away. He must've not known her secret identity because he hemmed and hawed about filing a report at their headquarters, but she shook her head.

"I have to get things cleaned up here first." She smiled at him. "And we'll get your door covered too."

"He didn't-"

"He rushed over to save my life! That villain caught me before I could even do anything. I would not be here without him."

His eyes widened as Captain Cigar still tried to protest. Luffy had almost forgotten about that. The other villain had had her in his clutches before either of them had done much but toss tea leaves on him.

Captain Cigar scowled. "Miss, this man's a former villain."

"Former, and reformed, I'd say."

When she looked at him again, Luffy rushed around them, avoiding the other lingering heroes. "I was just helping a neighbor in trouble."

She yanked on his arm, and Luffy grunted with a pout when she leaned in close. He held still, sweating. What was she thinking? Was she trying to kiss him? However, Nami just sighed, turning his head back and forth.

"Look at your face. He really cut you up, didn't he?" Nami stuck her finger under Captain Cigar's nose. "He's included on the report. Get his door fixed!"

He stared at her incomprehensibly before he growled. "Fine."

"Luffy, let's get you cleaned up."

Biting his lip, Luffy flushed when she tugged him over to sit on the couch by the bookshelf.

Nami smiled over her shoulder at him.

He swallowed hard.

The heroes arrested the villain while he sat alone with his heroine, staring into her eyes while she dabbed his cheek clean. He breathed shallowly, trying to exhale when she inhaled, and then the opposite. Nami's eyes sparkled. Luffy licked his lips.

"Thirsty?"

Luffy twitched, gritting his teeth before he narrowed his eyes at her. She stuck her tongue out at him, and he shuddered as he repressed the urge to lean forward and bite.

Just to see the look on her face.

"Miss Nami!?" She looked away from him finally, and he breathed a sigh of relief. At the door, one of her baristas looked around at all the heroes taking the villain away, and the ones across the street working with his door. Were they fixing or replacing it? It was a shattered mess like his mug anyway.

Nami stood smoothly, and Luffy swallowed when he saw that her thigh-highs were about level with his eyes.

"Camie, could you open the shop for me? These nice men are leaving soon." She squinted at the heroes, and they seemed to jump to get going faster.

"Of course, Miss Nami!"

When Luffy stood, Nami pursed her lips at him, and he stopped short, pouting.

"Let's get you a bandage. Do you have any in your apartment?"

His jaw dropped before she tugged on his wrist, and he stumbled after her as she led the way out. Luffy passed Captain Cigar and shared a wide-eyed glance with him, but Nami went on confidently. Out on the street, heroes were guiding traffic and waved them across the street after stopping the cars so they could cross safely.

When they reached his door, someone had decided the door needed to be replaced entirely.

Nami raised a brow. "You'll be keeping an eye out for people coming in and out, right?"

Luffy watched her poke and prod at their work, ensuring that it was getting done and that they would hire someone to do a good job. When they tried to argue, she would put her hands on her hips, framing them. Her skirt had a life of its own, flaring with her and bouncing while she did. Flashing those thigh-highs.

Finished, she turned back to him, and Luffy said, "You're cute, Nami."

Colors danced and flushed across her cheeks, and Nami's mouth mimicked a fish. "Uh ... huh?"

"Just wanted to tell you that for a while."

"I - well, I don't ..." Nami huffed and grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the back door. "Let's go. You're bleeding again."

When they found his first aid kit and Nami had kicked aside his hoodie on the bathroom floor, he winced as she applied a soaked cotton swab to his cheek. "Honestly, you probably saved my life over there."

He tried to avert his eyes, but she yanked his chin so their eyes would meet, making him yelp when she jabbed at his cheek. "Hey!"

"I want to say thank you."

"Then say it!" This time, he tried to pull away, but her fist was in his hair, and he gaped at her.

"Thank you."

Brow furrowing, he sighed. "I don't want to hear that."

Her palm was cool against his other cheek, turning his face back. He hadn't even realized he had turned away again.

"You saved my life."

When she leaned in, Luffy fell backward, paling as he grabbed her shoulders to keep her back. "Don't!"

Nami gaped. "What's wrong?" For a moment, she chewed on her lip, and Luffy had to stop the groan. Why couldn't he bite her too? She snapped though. "Can you only get your rocks off by pushing me down?"

He inhaled sharply. "That's got nothing to do with this."

"How's it not? You can't kiss me now that I know? Is that it?"

"Sex isn't a thank you!"

Her eyes widened, but Nami sank back on her haunches with a sigh. "That's surprising coming from you."

Luffy twitched before he only shook his head. "How so? You're keeping my secret. That's thanks enough anyway for me."

"What if it was just a kiss?"

His eyes trailed over to her lips again, and he held his breath before he could swallow the lump in his throat. "Even a kiss. If you thank me like that, what's to say it won't stop?"

"Why would it stop?" She whispered. Luffy shivered when she pulled his hands to her thighs, and his hands convulsed involuntarily before he could pull them back to his sides. "You still want me."

After a glance at his bathroom where that hoodie lay on the floor, he cleared his throat. "I want you to want me too. Not to thank me. Not just ... him. If I wanted to just fuck you, you wouldn't have been smiling that morning."

Pinkening, Nami chewed that lip, and Luffy pulled her onto his lap. With a rush of air leaving them both, he yanked her down for a kiss, panting while his teeth sank into her lips, sucking and tugging to make her gasp on his lap. Her core rubbed against his building lust.

When he stopped to whisper in her ear, Nami's thighs tightened around his lap. "You feel so good. Don't give yourself an excuse for your desires."

With a hiss, Nami shoved him back, and Luffy arched to her as she yanked his shirt off. "No excuse? Fine. I want to feel you inside of me again. It's not fair. I should be turning you in."

He smirked. "Not turning me on?"

"Shut up," she said before planting her lips on him, moaning when he bit her again. She worked at his jeans, tugging them down with his boxers before her warm fingers wrapped around him. A tug, and he groaned while he slid his hands up her bouncy skirt.

Luffy tried to pull her higher, his fingers prodding against her pussy through her panties, but Nami giggled. His eyes peeked open, shuddering when she shifted to rub against his cock through cloth.

"What was it you liked again? My stockings? I think you like my panties too."

"And those damned dresses." He hardened more as she slid against him, not daring to dig his fingers deeper into her flesh. If he bruised her ...

Perhaps a little bruising was all right though. Seeing those marks on her white flesh would mean he had made a claim, wouldn't it?

His mouth worked, gaping silently as she hooked his cock into her panties, and-!

What was thought for anyway? Useless.

"Why don't you tell me a little more?" Nami whispered.

Melting back into the futon, Luffy fought back the drool. "I wanna bruise you! Where only I can see! Under your skirts and stockings, and fuck!" He thrust against her folds, still caught in her panties.

She smiled, licking her lips. "You already bruised me. Do you want to see?"

Luffy jerked against her, eyes wide. Already? Where?

"Yes!"

Nami grasped his cock, thrusting against his underbelly before she lifted her hips, and his cock slipped out of her panties. He shuddered and slumped back until his eyes widened as she turned around. She pushed her panties down and hefted her skirt just high enough for him to see the purple bruise on her asscheek. Luffy gaped.

His mouth dried. "Do you want a matching side?"

Eyes glittering, Nami straddled his lap again, though she stayed facing away from him, and he groaned as she rubbed against his cock. "Keep it where no one else can see it."

She grew aroused as her pussy slid against him, leaving her juices on him before he raised his hand.

Her hips quickened, and for a moment, he arched to her, groaning. Hand snapping down, Luffy growled when she squeaked. She slid higher, and Luffy spanked her other cheek as she thrust onto his cock.

He twitched when he remembered the condoms, but her hips were unrelenting. Was she using some of her speed? His mind blanked before he could cry out.

"Nami, the condom!"

Nami whimpered. "Be a good boy, and cum outside then."

Making fists in the sheets of the futon, Luffy clenched his teeth, grinding as her raw pussy tightened and pulled on him deep inside, tempting him. His lips parted while her hips bounced with her skirt. He sank into the futon, laying back and rocking to meet her slapping thrusts. She left a sticky mess over his balls. Across his curls.

She constricted, looking over her shoulder with a coy smile, and he growled.

"Ffuck!" Her thick thighs squeezed his legs.

Luffy arched, clamping one eye shut as he breathed harder. When he slapped her ass again, she squealed, and he had to brace himself from releasing.

"Let me cum on your cock. I wanna go home without limping this time."

Groaning, Luffy gritted his teeth as he fought the retort, but it came anyway. "Fuck that! I love watching you limp!"

He grabbed her hips and yanked, making another gasping shriek leave her throat. Nami arched, laying back against his chest, and he groaned into her ear, flushing as they fought with her hips even while she moaned for more. She tried to slow him down, but soon her hips slammed as hard as if he was moving her himself. With a shudder, he found the mark on her neck to nibble and suck when she rocked faster. Inside, she tightened, and Luffy held his breath. Held his cock back from releasing.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl. Fuck my cock right."

Nami whimpered, and her hips quickened while her knees trembled. Like how she would cum on his cock and tongue before. Luffy gritted his teeth, closing his eyes to stop watching her body on him. How her breasts bounced and her stockings slipped down. He would mark her underneath later while he had them pressed around his head.

"Luffy!"

Choking on a moan, Luffy braced himself while she seemed to coil around him. Her hips jerked uncontrollably only seconds later, and he grasped her hips to slam her onto himself, holding his breath as he strained to not spill inside.

She sobbed to his thrusts, writhing in his grasp. "Do it! Fuck me!"

Drowning in her, the slap of her hips, and the squeals from her lips, Luffy hissed. "Cum like a good girl. I wanna ... feel it ...! My good girl can cum all she wants!"

Nami's shriek should have called the heroes up. Instead, Luffy thrust her harder while her legs splayed wide as she lost to him, and she sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she pulsed erratically on his cock.

Throbbing, Luffy pulled out before he directed her hips higher. Nami stumbled forward when she tried to sit upright, only to peek over her shoulder at him while he stared at her wet mess.

He licked his lips, moaning when she bowed her head, wrapping her lips around his twitching cockhead. As the chorus that was her mouth dropped a bomb, he buried his tongue into her, feeling out all the little dips that made her shake again. With a thrumming moan against her pussy, he pushed her head to make her swallow more.

Her hips jerked as his cock touched her throat, and he breathed harder, panting in her cunt before he latched onto her clitoris.

With a shriek, Nami gargled as he shot into her throat. His fist tightened into her hair and held her down while he pulsed too fast for her to swallow, and her cunt throbbed around his tongue when he delved inside once more.

Nami's thighs clamped around his head, and Luffy melted into her heat - her cunt and her mouth - until he finally slackened in her hair.

Rather than come up for air, she sucked hard around his cock growing soft in her mouth, and his hips jolted, holding onto her hips before he released her cunt with a cry. She slurped to his tip before she released him with a pop, and Luffy shivered, staring at her from between her thighs.

"Fuck," he whispered, head falling back while she flopped onto her side. He told himself he'd put the futon down, but for now, he grinned at her while his hand found her ass again.

Her nipples poked through her thick dress, and a slow smile formed when she caught his stare. "If I could move, I'd take this off for you."

Biting his lip, Luffy murmured, "Nah, leave that to me. After I find the condoms."

She smiled only to arch a brow when he shifted to bow his head over her lap. "What about the condoms?"

"Later." When he gripped her thighs, her lips parted in a sigh as he spread her legs. "I wanna make sure I finished."

Breath becoming husky, Nami moaned. "I won't stop you from trying."

---

"This is awful," she said, laughing when he sat next to her. He slid a steaming cup to her while he grinned wider.

"S'why I come have breakfast sometimes."

She still ate the reheated frozen breakfast sandwich though, and he dug into his with a hum. When she squeezed his knee under the tiny table he set up for company, Luffy paused with his tea at his lips.

"You should have breakfast with me tomorrow morning."

Luffy licked his drying lips before he said, "I might be up late tonight."

Her eyes widened until he smirked, and a flush crossed her cheeks. "Oh."

"I gotta finish something ... for good."

Nami bit her lip, and he leaned in, catching it. She wriggled in his arms with a shocked moan and pressed against him as if she might crawl into his lap, but she pulled back, gasping. "You'll stop then? For good?"

"Maybe ... I always got a lot of fun and excitement doing it, but ..." As she pouted at him, he chuckled. "I also discovered other exciting things. Maybe I'll come back around to do a few of 'em ... See, there's another woman. And I love teasing her."

She flushed, looking away when he licked his lips. "Doesn't that make you a child?"

"Mm, well, I do pull her hair." When she darkened, pride surged through him when she only pressed against him more.

"Luffy ..."

Lowering his head, he whispered into her ear, "Is that all right with you? If I find her again? I can find you again too."

He waited, listening to her quickened breath as she considered. Nami gazed into his eyes before she said, "Don't be surprised if a heroine comes looking to stop you."

Luffy smirked. "Oh, I'm counting on it."