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Nami sighed as she stood under the overcast and threatening sky. She looked up at the bar in front of her, the traffic light at the corner switched from yellow to red, casting the brick building in dim red light. Her blue lightweight jacket threatened to slip off her shoulders as she slumped forward. Groaning in depression, she couldn’t believe that a week which started out so good could end so horribly. As if to add to the atmosphere around the young woman, rain started to pitter-patter on the dirty sidewalk, and Nami groaned again. Just her luck.

It had all started earlier in the week when she noticed her boyfriend had been acting strange, she had naively passed it off as stress from work, or something similar. What she didn’t expect, was three days ago while walking past a small, hole-in-the-wall, café on her lunch break, and seeing him eating and laughing with a busty, ebony haired, woman. Nami knew all his co-workers and friends and she wasn’t one of them. Then tonight he had finally wanted to talk about things between them.

That kind of talking never ended well. It had been at his place and during the whole conversation Nami could practically feel the unmentioned subject hanging in the air. Then he finally came out and said it.

“Sorry about this, Nami, but I’ve been seeing someone else. It just isn’t working out with us.” He said it as easily as if he were commenting on the rotten weather the city had been having lately. Somehow, to Nami, that made it seem all the worse.

It wasn’t like she was overly attached to him. Their relationship had been on the rocks for a while now, but still, it was hard to see how he could have passed it off so easily. Nami sighed and finally stepped through the doors, out of the rain, and into her favorite local dive.

After the week she had, a good drink sounded really good about then. Or maybe three or four good drinks.

Once inside, it was somewhat comforting to see the interior seemed to match her mood- dark and lonely. There weren’t that many patrons crowding inside tonight, only the few regulars hovering silently over their drinks. Nami slid onto a barstool at one end of the counter and gave a half-hearted wave to acknowledge the greeting of the bartender. He was a large, blue haired, man and was more like a big hearted uncle than an old friend. Franky was busy down on the other end of the bar, so didn’t come over right away.

“Hey, lil’ sis.” Franky said when he had worked his way down the bar towards his younger friend. “You look like your dog died. What’s up?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it.” Nami muttered. “But, I could use a good stiff shot, Franky.”

The blue haired bartender grinned wryly and nodded as he turned to pull down a green tinted bottle from the top shelf, no questions asked. “Here ya go. This one’s on me.” Franky said as he poured the strong smelling liquor into a clear shot glass.

Nami looked thankfully up at her old friend and accepted the shot without hesitation. Franky was called away, to the back side of the bar, and the depressed young woman was left alone with only herself and her drink. Staring blankly into the inviting liquid, Nami allowed herself to drift off for a moment, her mind lost in dark thought. When her memories turned to the bastard she had just broken off a year long relationship with she finally pulled out of her distracted state and picked the shot glass up, downing the contents in one gulp. Anyone with a lesser constitution would’ve been choking and sputtering on the strong alcohol, however, Nami was a pro. She could normally drink half the bar’s usual patrons under the table.

The sharp, bitter tasting, drink filled her mouth and slid easily down her throat. It burned slightly but it was nothing she wasn’t used to by now.

Time blurred after that. She wasn’t sure how long she had sat there in that dim lighting, trying to drown his very memory in shot after shot. Until finally, Franky stood in front of her again, with his hand pulling away another empty glass. “Hey there lil’ sis, I think that’s enough for you tonight. It’s gettin’ pretty late too.”

Nami looked blearily up at the older man. She was surprised her vision was as blurry as it was and she had a hard time putting her thoughts together as well. She was halfway shocked to figure out that she was actually drunk. It had been a while since she had let herself drink that much. “Fr-Franky?” She had to stop and think about what she had wanted to ask him. “Ugh. What time is it?” A headache was starting to form from her trying to think. She groaned and held onto her head. In what was left of her rational mind Nami knew the next morning wasn’t going to be pretty.

“It’s one in the mornin’.” Franky informed the younger woman. His brow was raised in question, he’d never seen Nami put so much away in only one sitting before. “You’ve been sittin’ here for four hours now.” The bartender was shocked, and needless to say, he was worried about his orange haired friend. In all the time he’d known her, Franky had never seen Nami lose herself like this- at least in public.

As this information slowly sunk into her alcohol soaked brain Nami looked around her surroundings again. She hadn’t noticed much of anything outside her next shot before this point. The customers she had seen upon entering the bar earlier were now gone and a whole new group of faces had taken their place. “Oh, guess you’re right…” Nami muttered after a full minute of concentration.

“Yo, Luffy! Come here.” The blue haired man called loudly over to the back of the bar. A few seconds later a young man appeared at Franky’s side.

He was cute, Nami thought, in a young and innocent way. A big grin seemed permanently etched onto his face and his dark eyes sparkled with humor, though at what, Nami wasn’t sure. His short, wild, black hair was half hidden under a beat up old straw hat. Something a normal city boy wouldn’t be caught dead wearing on Halloween, much less on any other day. He also looked somewhat familiar, however, in her current state she couldn’t remember where she had seen him.

“You know Luffy, right? He told me ya’ll were livin’ in the same apartment building.” Franky asked, clapping a hand to his happy looking companion’s shoulder.

Nami’s eyes widened in realization as her memory clicked and she finally remembered the sometimes annoying, and always happily energetic, neighbor of hers. “Oh, yeah… um, I know you.” She said and tried to point in his direction but she kept swaying on her seat.

Franky nodded at her confirmation and turned back to Luffy. “I know you’re only workin’ here to pay your debt, and this ain’t exactly what I asked you to do, but I’ll make a deal with ya. If you take Nami home and make sure she gets to her apartment alright, I‘ll call us even.” The blue haired bartender looked seriously into the younger man’s dark eyes. Nami was a good friend of his and he didn’t want to see anything bad happen to her while she was in a vulnerable state like this.

Whether or not Luffy could see all that in the quiet stare Franky had locked on him, the young man would’ve helped out anyway. From the little he had seen of Nami at home he had grown quite a crush on the young woman. They had different work schedules but he knew she lived alone and was having relationship problems. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop but the building walls were thin… and Nami didn’t exactly do a quiet anger. Needless to say, Luffy was ready to jump at the chance to perhaps learn a little bit more about his sexy looking neighbor.

“Shishishi, okay.” Luffy nodded, agreeing readily with Franky’s deal. The larger of the two sighed in relief that Nami would be in good hands.

While Franky went to hail a cab for the two of them, Luffy walked to Nami and leaned on the counter to look her in the eyes, she was looking down into her empty shot glass and not really paying attention to the conversation going on above her head. “Hey, Nami,” he greeted, trying to get her attention on him instead. “I’m gonna be taking you home tonight, okay? Don’t worry, I’ll take care of ya.”

Nami finally looked up into Luffy’s black orbs. She couldn’t say why but his gaze seemed so inviting and calming to her. It was almost like she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his. The feeling was interrupted by Franky as the large man came back in and told them he had gotten the cab.

The rain that had started some time ago, by this time, had grown into a full on storm. Franky helped Luffy load the drunken Nami into the backseat of the yellow cab, trying not to get any wetter than necessary. After the cab drove off, Franky watched after it for a few moments, until lightening streaked across the sky and that was his cue to go back to work.

The whole ride to her apartment building Nami couldn’t stop looking at the young man sitting beside her. The rain streamed across the cab windows and thunder rumbled in the obscured night sky as the vehicle passed under the light of streetlamps. The dim light flashed into the car as she studied her recruited escort home. He had been talking nearly the entire time, about what, she wasn’t really sure since her drunken mind made it difficult to process things quickly. In the almost non-existent light, Nami noticed underneath her companion’s left eye was a small scar. Whenever he would grin wider than normal or say something in an exaggerated fashion the old stitched over cut would stretch along with his mouth. Nami watched it, even as he turned to face her, probably wondering what she was staring at. Numbly, she could feel her hand was moving, and watched almost in fascination as her fingers made their own way up to his face.

Luffy instantly quieted and froze the moment Nami’s reaching fingers made contact with his cheek. He stared, wide-eyed, at the orange haired woman, as she seemed to concentrate on searching his face with her hands. As her thumb ghosted over his lips, his breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes seemed to go even wider.

Moving her brown eyes upwards they locked with his dark gaze again. As Nami finished the inspection of his lips, her hand drifted up to the spot under his eye where the scar was. Luffy still hadn’t moved or said anything to disrupt the process. Nami softly ran her index finger over the mark, tracing the thin line, but she didn’t stop there. Following an invisible line, her questing fingers continued across his cheek, and rubbed gently over his ear.

Luffy was roughly aware of the single audience member they had sitting in the front seat of the cab, he shivered at her running her slender fingers in his hair, but couldn’t bring himself to stop her. He would be lying if he said he wanted her to stop. The attention was pleasurable, to say the least, if the heat building in his body was any indication.

“Your hair feels nice…” Nami murmured in a quiet voice, her words were slightly slurred, but they were understandable. She was still sliding her fingers through the raven locks of the young man who was supposed to be taking care of her. “Not like what’s-his-face. He wasn’t nice.” She suddenly pouted at the thought of her ex.

“Uh, thanks, I guess.” Luffy muttered, not sure how to respond to a statement like that. He had an idea of who she was talking about though.

Nami then slid across the back seat and leaned on his shoulder to whisper in his ear. “You got a girlfriend, Luff?” She asked, leaving th ‘Y’ off his name. He took a guess and figured it was supposed to be some kind of endearing nickname. However, her breath tickling his ear sent shivers down his spine, and made it more difficult for him to answer her question.

“N-No. I haven’t had a girlfriend in a-a while.” Luffy stuttered, wishing she would go back to petting him, and get away from the awkward questioning. Then he mentally slapped himself for thinking that. Franky wanted him to take care of her but he was sure his blue haired friend didn’t mean in that way. Luffy blushed deeply.

“Oh, well, that’s good to know.” She giggled quietly when Luffy yelped, her hand slipping down from his shoulder, and began to trace little circles on his chest. “ I gotta tell ya, Luff. I been thinkin’ bout you. The first time I saw ya, when you moved in, I thought you were cute. If I already hadn’t been taken we coulda been more than neighbors.”

“Oh.” He didn’t mean to squeak like that but what she had just said surprised him. Not to mention, it was getting really difficult for him not to just kiss her, and a certain body part of his was sending urgent requests to his brain.

Luffy was both grateful and disappointed when the cab pulled over to the side of the road and stopped in front of the red brick apartment building. Franky had given Luffy money for the cab fare. So he paid the driver and helped the unsteady girl out of the car, both young people were soaked almost instantly, and they hurried inside and out of the bad weather.

“Thank goodness this building has an elevator. I don’t think you’d make it up any flights of stairs.” Luffy said half to himself, and half to Nami, as he pressed the button to their floor.

She was leaning heavily on him, one arm wrapped around his shoulder. He would’ve thought she had fallen asleep except for the fact that her free hand was still roaming around his chest. He would shiver every so often and it wasn’t from being drenched in the cold rain. Her hand would sometimes travel lower than his chest and the feeling would almost overwhelm his weakening senses.

Stopping in front of a door with the number 1701 on the identifying gold plate Luffy used the key which Franky had given him earlier. He fumbled slightly getting the door open and the lights on but eventually the raven haired young man settled Nami on her couch. With the lights on Luffy could see that the room had a comfy, lived in, look to it. Books crowded the shelves near a wooden desk that was covered with pens and papers and an expensive looking laptop. In the kitchen, which was where he found himself looking for a glass of water for Nami, there were still dirty dishes waiting to be washed.

Luffy finally found the glasses in a top shelf, he knew from experience that drinking water would help lessen the hangover Nami was sure to have in the morning. However, in the middle of filling the glass with water, he suddenly jerked in surprise.

Nami had wandered in from the living room, obviously tired of waiting for him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She didn’t even mind that her action almost caused the young man to drop the glass of water in his shock. Luffy didn’t turn to face her for the simple fact that it felt too good as the orange haired woman resumed her earlier task of memorizing every dip and curve of his chest and stomach with her slender fingers. ‘It’s the alcohol. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. Franky’s gonna kill me.’ He groaned at the feeling of her breasts pressing into his back and slowly set the water down on the counter, his hands shaking with the effort of not acting on his first impulse, but all his restraint was for nothing as Nami brought her hands up to his shoulders and turned him around.

Somewhere, in the very back of her fogged up mind, the cautious and rational Nami was horrified at her body’s actions. “This is Luffy, isn’t it?” That small part of her mind yelled at her. “He’s annoying and totally not what we’re looking for in a guy.” The rational part of her mind was completely ignored as Nami quickly closed the distance between her lips and Luffy’s. She knew it had surprised him, even without the wide-eyed look of shock as the distance between them disappeared. The slight jerk of his body and light gasp into her mouth had been enough of a give away.

That first kiss was messy, Nami moving her lips roughly against Luffy’s, trying to get some kind of reaction from him. And he was too stunned to do much more then stare blankly down at her closed lids. She was the one to pull back first, without so much as a lip twitch from Luffy, and gazed into his dark orbs. Panting from her efforts Nami leaned in again, intent on bringing their lips together once more.

Thunder rumbled loudly, the storm still not letting up, and the following flash of lightening lit up outside the window. Rain pattered against the glass pane as a backdrop of sound to the rising emotions in the small apartment.

Luffy had noticed, on the way over here, that Nami’s usual deep brown eyes were glazed over with the alcohol but now they were hazy with something else. Lust. At that point the earlier urgent requests from his body grew into urgent demands. He raised his arms up to her shoulders with the intention of pushing her away again but instead he found himself unable to do so. Luffy’s hands gripped tightly onto the young orange haired woman’s shoulders, he couldn’t tear himself away from her.

His debt to Franky be damned, he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Nami gasped into his mouth as Luffy suddenly began responding in earnest. He roamed his hands all over the soft body against him. Trailing up and down her arms, rubbing down her back, and over her curvy waist. One hand slipped down to cup her ass and squeeze.

Moaning into his mouth, Nami couldn’t seem to get enough of it. Their tongues battled back and forth, lips sometimes disconnecting to catch a breath of air, and then Luffy pushed her against the fridge. Not hard but demanding. He shifted his stance so that one of his knees came up between hers and the hand that had been on her backside slowly traced the length of her thigh. His fingers brushing along the soft skin below her damp skirt. With their tongues going back and forth, Nami trailed her hands upwards, her fingers getting tangled into his black hair. This caused the old straw hat to be knocked off his head to the kitchen floor. She cried out softly and invitingly against his mouth as Luffy pushed his groin against her core. The hardening lump in his jean shorts was telling her just how much he wanted to do this.

After about a minute of the hot, wet, tongue war Luffy broke the kiss completely. Nami groaned in disappointment at the loss but quickly gasped as Luffy shifted his attention. He began to trail kisses down the orange haired woman’s neck and shoulder until he hit the collarbone, nipping and licking along the edge of her t-shirt.

Nami was already breathing heavily with Luffy’s actions, but with the combination of his descending trail of kisses and his hands slowly sneaking their way under her shirt, she could barely catch her breath enough to moan his name. “Ooh, Luffy…” Nami murmured huskily when his larger hands found her breasts under her t-shirt and immediately started rubbing and massaging them.

Luffy and Nami parted from each other only long enough for Luffy to pull the gray striped shirt over Nami’s head, revealing her white, lacy, bra underneath. Nami helped out by reaching behind and unclasping the hooks so that her bra could fall to the floor, joining her t-shirt.

Like a dog seeing a steak, Luffy jumped on her. His hands instantly roving over any exposed flesh they could get to. Meanwhile, his tongue was battling against Nami’s again, fierce and passionate.

The lightening flashed again and the roll of thunder shook the air as passion seemed to run wild between both Luffy and Nami. The alcohol was long forgotten as the two young people got drunk off each other.

They were lying on her bed, Luffy holding himself above her, and she trying desperately to remove his last remaining piece of clothes. Neither were sure how but they had somehow migrated their activities into Nami’s bedroom. However, there was much stumbling, and pulling, and hitting things involved in the move. Finally his jean shorts and black boxers were off. They landed on the floor, next to her shoes, and his red shirt.

Luffy didn’t hesitate to do what he knew they both wanted. Leaning over her naked body he positioned himself at her entrance and with barely a warning his dick was buried to the hilt inside the panting, moaning, woman.

Nami screamed at the sudden but anticipated intrusion. Luffy was well endowed in the manhood department and she wasn’t used to his size. “Luffy!” She yelled loudly as his cock felt like it was going to split her open.

“You feel so good, Nami. Your pussy is so wet.” Luffy managed to get out past gritted teeth as he tried to make himself go slow for Nami. It was difficult to do with the sexy body under him and the hot, tight, vice around his pulsing member. He still tried to remain as still as possible so she could adjust to his cock for the first time.

The unexpected pain disappeared at last, giving way to immense pleasure. Nami quickly got over any discomfort, and then pushed her hips upward, eliciting a groan from the young man above her. She felt like she was going to go crazy with the feelings running rampant inside of her.

They started moving together, their bodies taking over on instinct. Luffy slid his hands down to her waist, holding Nami in place as he pulled himself out nearly all the way, leaving only his sensitive head imbedded in her. Then quickly he slammed back into her, filling up her tight cavern again. Nami let out a long pleasurable moan, her fingers twitching over his toned chest as he repeated the process. Luffy answered with his own heated grunt to let her know what an unbelievable feeling being inside her was.

Nami bucked against Luffy’s hard thrusts, it didn’t take much to get a steady rhythm going between them. Her pussy was being pounded hard by Luffy and all she could do was gasp for air and pant his name. The feeling of his member inside of her felt so incredibly good and right. His cock fit in all the right places and she couldn’t imagine what she was thinking for ignoring him for so long.

The need between them seemed to grow with every thrust, every grope, and every kiss. Each moment they were connected made them want each other more. Maybe it was the fact that they both wanted to make up for the lost time, or maybe it was just a way to further solidify this experience, but something internal kept pushing them to go faster and harder.

Nami grabbed both sides of Luffy’s face and brought him down to press their lips together in a passionate kiss. “Luffy… it’s too good. I… I’m going to cum.” She moaned against his mouth before her head fell back to the pillow. The feeling that had been building at the spot where they were joined suddenly crashed down around her.

Luffy held the shaking woman as she climaxed hard against him. “Ngh…me too, Nami.” He panted. It only took a few more hard thrusts before he joined Nami in orgasm. Little stars seemed to dance in his vision as he let himself go deep inside her.

After collapsing against the panting woman, Luffy didn’t even have the energy to pull out and roll off her. He was so tired. So they both just laid in a sweaty, boneless, heap on her ruffled sheets. When they caught their breath Luffy moved to the side, wrapping his arms around her waist, and pulled Nami close so she could snuggle tiredly against his chest.

“Hey, Luffy?” Nami muttered, raising her head slightly to look at him through her orange bangs. He hmm’d and the vibrations of his response against her cheek made her lips twitch up in a warm smile. “Do you know what they say about rebound relationships?”

“Yeah.” Luffy mumbled. His mood dropping at what was sure to come after a question like that.

“I don’t know why, but I have a feeling that won't happen with you.” Nami tightened her embrace against Luffy and buried her face into his chest. Her brown eyes drooped and the last words before she drifted off to sleep were quiet but clearly heard by the raven haired young man. “So, I’m glad you’re the one to catch me.”

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