Nami was never shy about showing skin. She knew she was beautiful, and used it to her advantage. The lower her collar, the shorter her shorts, the better to seduce and scam the shallow-minded men who approached her.

And there were plenty of them.

Each with lines that were worse than the last.

Hey gorgeous. You alone? Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Nice tits!

Shallow, simple, and tacky. Nothing to worry about.

Nami tugged her shirt down a bit lower. Not so much to expose her cleavage but to cover her stomach. The swirling script that started just left of her navel and flowed down towards her hip. It was embarrassing. Not the fact that she, the tease, the flirt, had a soulmate. It wasn't even really the words themselves, the poetic nonsense.

It was the fact that Nami would inevitably fall for the kind of person who spouts out that stuff when they first meet.

Embarrassing.

She should've done like her sister, hiding the words amongst all her tattoos. Not that Nojiko had embarrassing words or anything. Just plain "could meet them anywhere" kind of words.

Nojiko would occasionally ask if Nami had met her "forbidden lover" yet. To which Nami would snark back until they had moved on to other subjects.

But tonight, Nami paused.

"Oh shit," Nojiko stared, pausing in the middle of brushing her hair. "You did. You met them!"

"I know." Nami fell back onto the bed. "I was out with the guys, and the waiter. The fucking waiter, 'Jiko. He broke out into the speech to me right before he got into a fight with the chef." She whined. "Why do I attract weirdos, 'Jiko?"

"There, there." Nojiko snorted. Her sister didn't make friends easily, but the small few she had, the strange collection of delinquents, took care of each other. "Did you get his name?"

"No." Nami sighed. "I don't know if I want to go back yet. He already picked up that I'm a pickpocket, and didn't seem that impressed."

"You'll see him again eventually."

"That's what I'm afraid of."

Sanji stared at his reflection, the words reflected back at him illegibly. It didn't matter, he knew what they said. This wouldn't be the first time he had heard the words said to him. A simple expression of gratitude, a comment on his kindness. Things not uncommon to hear as a waiter.

But for some reason tonight they felt different.

He couldn't stop thinking about that women with her gorgeous hair, and mischievous eyes.

He hoped he she would come back soon.

Nami hums happily into the kiss as he pulls his suit jacket off. She grabs him by the tie and pulls him towards her bed. He's so focused that he takes him a moment to register that she's pushing him to sit down. He does, smiling up at her with a stupidly besotted look that she can't help shaking her head at.

"I want to show you something." Nami said, trying to soothe him with her hands on his shoulders. She pulled off her shirt, fighting back a laugh at the choked sound he made. He was so focused on her breasts that she has to take his hand and lay it on her hip before he looks down. She feels the moment he really registers what's written there.

"Nami?"

"Read it." She urged.

He swallowed heavily. "'O sea, how grateful I am for this day of days. O love, smile upon me, for I cannot survive this pain. I would stoop to becoming a pirate, or even a devil, if only I could be with you. Such tragedy. The obstacles between us are great.'" He blinked up at her, wide eyed.

Nami smiled down at him ruefully. "Took you long enough."

He blushed, tracing the words with his fingertips. "I didn't realize..."

"I don't blame you. 'Oooh, thank you. How kind!' isn't exactly memorable for you, is it?" She taps his shoulder where she knows her words are hidden under his jacket.

"Every word that falls from your lips is memorable, my goddess."

Nami snorted, but let him pull her down onto the bed with him.