Hello yet again :)
First, let me to say that this is a story I NEVER would have written of my own volition (Not that I have an issue with girl/girl pairings, it's just not my style). A certain female reader of mine had asked me on several occasions to write a Revy/Eda, but I could never think of a way to make it work in a way that I was comfortable with. So this Saturday during a conversation with said reader, I had the initial idea, and ran with it. A couple thousand words later, I had something that felt like me, and still gave that reader at least a taste of what she was looking for.
Without further adieu, I still don't own Black Lagoon, and 'Sayalovesdiva'; this one's for you ;)
On the surface, it didn't appear much different from any other night in Roanapur. The sounds of gunshots and squealing tires, the smell of blood and gunpowder, mixed with the thick and salty air. The city of immorality never slept, never even blinked. At any given time of day, murder, rape, prostitution, drugs; the worst vices of humanity, they were all happening somewhere in this shithole.
Love was a word that hardly existed in Roanapur, if at all. To be in love was perhaps one thing, to show that love was something completely different. To openly give yourself to someone else so freely, it meant one of two things; you were either weak, or the weaker of your pairing got a target painted on them. No matter who you were, no matter how greatly you longed for it, true love was an impossibility in this city of absolute depravity.
In the bed of her apartment, Revy lay on her back, her right arm twisted behind her as a pseudo pillow. In her right hand, she tightly gripped her cutlass; its hammer cocked, safety off, and chamber hot. She seemed so comfortable as she lie there, wearing even less than normal, a mere two articles of insignificant clothing keeping her somewhat decent. She stirred slightly, her internal clock forcing her eyes open to take in the sight of the clock at her bedside.
3:59am
If there were a time in Roanapur where the parade of sin at least slowed somewhat, it was between the hours of four and five in the morning. Not that the city became any safer in that time frame, but those with prying eyes were usually in for the night. It made those sixty brief minutes something of a magic hour in this city of the dead.
Revy's clock spun itself to four AM, and let out a ring. She reached out with her left hand to hit the snooze button, holding the limb for just a moment before bringing her hand back to her face. Her thumb and pointer fingers wiped the sleep from her eyes, while a tired growl escaped her lips. It was but once a week, every Sunday morning that she brought herself to wake at this hour. On top of being magic hour, Sunday was a particularly special day, with even more of Roanapur's denizens out cold than usual.
It there was ever a time for a secret rendezvous, for a pair of would-be lovers to be at each other's side, this was it.
Revy pushed herself upright, suddenly feeling a bit of strength, and slipped her cutoffs up around her waist. Her holsters came over her shoulders a moment later, and her cutlasses found their way home, cocked and locked. After sliding her feet into her unlaced boots, she stepped from her room, and locked the door behind her.
As predicted, Roanapur's streets were just a little quieter this morning. From just about anywhere in the city, it didn't take too long to get from one place to another on foot, though Revy traversed the sidewalks slowly and cautiously on her way across town. Truth was, she didn't think much of the dangers that might have awaited her on those sidewalks. Everyone in Roanapur knew better than to fuck with Two-Hands at any time of the day, and while she never gloated about it, she knew that the people in this place knew her name, and knew it well.
Though her face was turned down and out of view, her eyes constantly scanned her surroundings. She needed to be unseen this night; needed to steer clear of prying eyes, because this was not a routine journey. It was something far greater. It was something she needed, something she wanted. A delicacy only allowed to her but once a week, and no matter who or what got in her way, she wouldn't be denied.
Her pace slowed as she ascended the rickety stairs leading to the rear entrance of the Church of Violence. Again she looked all around her for anyone who might try and take her in their gaze. Confident that she was alone, her knuckles lightly rapped against the door. She said nothing after knocking; she simply stood there, waiting as patiently as she could for an answer.
The door opened slowly to keep from creaking too loudly, revealing the Church's resident blonde, donning her habit as usual when within these walls. As Eda's icy blue eyes took Revy in, everything about the both of them seemed to warm over. She needed nothing more than the smile on her face to greet her friend, and with no invitation, Revy stepped through the door, and Eda closed it behind her.
Revy had continued walking further into the church when the blonde suddenly reached out, taking hold of Revy's right hand with her left, and with a gentle tug, pulled the gunslinger back over to her. Their arms immediately wrapped one another in a tight embrace, their lips fixed to one another's in constant reassertion of their kiss. The sounds of gasps, of wet flesh meeting and pulling apart, of ecstasy filled rasps as they devoured one another, filled the dark and silent room.
Eda's left hand slid around Revy's side, across her tanned flesh, and down into the front of her cut offs. Instantly Revy broke her lips from Eda's, her eyes wide with surprise. "What the fuck are you doing?" She whispered. "Not here!"
Eda offered her partner no words; she simply slid her lips to the nape of Revy's neck, bringing her eyes to roll up in their lids as she satisfied her. Revy struggled to keep her voice down, but Eda's handiwork was quite good, quickly saturating her fingers in Revy's moisture. Eda turned their union so that Revy was forced up against the door she had just walked through, and pulled her lips away from her neck. She watched on Revy's shivering face, her fingers pressing on ever further into her, hitting places only a woman would know to seek. Revy immediately cried out, bringing Eda to force her right hand over her lips, silencing her as she groaned in excitement.
Eda withdrew her fingers from her partner's body, finally bringing Revy to open her eyes once again. The gunslinger's aching form watched Eda as she slid those same fingers into her own lips. The blonde's eyes fell shut for a moment as she relished in the taste of her partner.
Her lips still covered by Eda's palm, Revy's words were muffled, "Eda-"
"Your turn," the blonde interrupted with a hungry grin, removing her hand from Revy's lips.
"Not here," Revy quietly hissed.
Eda smiled further, demanding of her partner, "Where I sa-"
Revy drew a cutlass into her right hand, and forced its barrel to Eda's chin, interrupting her, "Where I want."
Eda never even flinched at what she had done. She simply turned her face slightly, and placed a kiss on the barrel of the cutlass before sliding the tip of her tongue across its shrouding. The sight of such a provocative action, of such a dangerous action, kissing the barrel of a gun; Revy couldn't deny the excitement that was building within her. Eda gave her partner her brilliant blue eyes once more and replied, "Whatever you say, Rebecca."
Revy took a tight hold of the gun, again forcing it to Eda's chin as she denounced, "I told you not to fuckin-"
Eda nonchalantly pushed the cutlass away, and leaned in once again, silencing Revy with her lips. Her tongue passed into Two-Hands' mouth, and immediately Revy wrapped her arms around Eda once more. "I can't believe it's still just like it was that day," Revy thought.
In an interrogation room within Manhattan's 27th precinct, nineteen year-old Rebecca Lin sat with her hands cuffed in her lap, and her ankles cuffed to the table. She was covered from head to toe in a short sleeve orange jumpsuit, her shoulder length hair tied back in a tight ponytail, the ink on her arm still fresh. Her features were empty. No smile on her lips. No depth in her brown eyes. She was nothing at all, nothing but an empty shell.
On the opposite end of the one-way mirror, two suited men quietly observed and commented on the specimen. One younger, one older, their experience clearly dictated by their appearance. The younger of the two asked, "What was she in for again?"
"Multiple homicide," the older man replied. "Bitch killed her foster parents, the people next door, and the five cops that were sent in after her." He turned to face the rookie at his side and continued, the hatred he felt for the young Chinese-American girl clearly apparent, "The SWAT report says they found her with two bullet holes in her, sitting in her stepfather's blood; smiling."
The rookie's face had emptied of color, leaving him white as a ghost as he asked, "She didn't try to run?"
"The investigating officer said she told him she didn't need to run anymore, now that they were dead," the older man replied.
"Shit," the rookie muttered as he took her back in his gaze. "How long was she in for?"
"They tried her as an adult five years ago. They went easy on her 'cause she was so young. Gave her life; no possibility of parole."
"You call that easy?"
"If I'da had my way, we'da fried her chink ass and called it a day. Little bitch killed five of ours."
"So what is she here for?"
"Beats me," the older man replied. "Uncle Samantha says jump-"
"Uncle Samantha?" The rookie interrupted.
"It's a play on words, kid," the older man replied with a laugh. He turned back to the rookie and asked, "What, you never heard'a her?"
"Heard of who?"
The older man smiled and looked back in on Rebecca; she hadn't moved an inch. "Edith Montgomery," the elder replied. "I'd say she's about a year or two older than you, and is a walkin', talkin', bitch on wheels. Whatever she wants, she usually gets, and somethin' about this chink has her eye."
The rookie looked back to Rebecca, wondering just what anyone might have seen in her soulless visage. Suddenly, Rebecca's face turned slightly, her eyes locking with the rookie's, instantly bringing him to flinch away from the window.
From behind the two of them, a young and feminine voice startled them, "Don't let'er scare you."
The two men turned to find a young woman, probably in her mid-to-late twenties staring them down. She wore an elegant suit that generously wrapped her curvaceous figure, and a pair of frameless glasses that almost seemed to amplify the depth of her blue eyes. Her long blonde hair was almost magical in how it fell, swaying about as she undid the single button holding her suit closed. "How long has she been in there?" She asked.
"An hour," the older man replied. "You're lat-"
"Thanks for bringing her down, you can both go now," Edith interrupted.
"Now wait just a-"
"I said now, detective Farris," Edith harshly scolded.
The anger on the elder detectives face couldn't have been any clearer, but he knew his place. This woman was holding a higher card than him, and he had no choice but to do exactly as she asked. The two men slowly stepped from the observation room, and the elder detective whispered, "What kind of a name for a CIA broad is Edith anyway?"
"The kind that says 'Don't fuck with me'," Edith loudly answered, halting the men in their tracks. She didn't turn back to them, and again barked, "Keep walking."
Finally they were alone; Edith in the observation room, and Rebecca in the interrogation room. Edith looked in on the young girl with a smile on her face, "I've never seen someone as proud as you, Rebecca. You enjoyed killing them, didn't you?" Rebecca turned slightly, her empty brown eyes nearly finding Edith's through the one-way glass. "Look at those eyes; so much pain. What did they do to you?"
In Eda's room within the Church, Revy's face was buried between the blonde's thighs. Lucky for Eda, sound wasn't as much an issue within these four walls, unlike it had been for Revy in the hall earlier. Revy's tongue was a veritable tool in discovering every receptive spot of Eda's milky white body. The blonde's hands had pulled the sheets from the mattress in which she lay, struggling to exhaust her body of the pleasure that engulfed it.
"Fucking shit, Revy!" Eda yelped as her head flipped back against the bed.
The small of her back lifted further and further from the mattress as Revy built her to yet another crescendo. This time, working her just enough to keep in complete control of Eda's excitement. "More!" Eda begged. "C'mon! Don't just…" Her words trailed off into a violent scream as she lost control of her body. Her hips, her legs, everything from her waist down trembled uncontrollably, desperately struggling to recover from what Revy had just done to her.
As Eda gasped for breath, she could feel her body being mounted, but couldn't move if her life had depended on it. Revy leaned her face down to hers, slipping her tongue between Eda's lips. The taste of her own body wasn't something Eda wanted, but she knew this was how Revy played their game. Two-Hands pulled her lips from Eda's sure to leave her tongue out just enough to allow Eda the tip to suck on.
Finally taking her tongue back, Revy's grin was possibly even more lust filled than Eda's had been earlier. She looked down on the out of breath woman beneath her and quietly commented, "Make this good."
Eda gained control in an instant, and flipped Revy onto her back. A wet gasp escaped Revy's tired lips as she crashed into the mattress, and she quietly ordered, "Come on, do it."
"No point in rushing this, right?" Eda asked as she again slid her fingers into her partner. She had gone further all at once than she had earlier, immediately bringing Revy to choke out a cry of ecstasy.
She was careful in pleasing Revy; taking the time to ensure that she always sought more from her.
"Yes," Revy hissed through her enjoyment of Eda's handiwork. She wasn't thrilled being the better one with her tongue, but Eda's hands were absolute magic within her. No man had ever brought her pleasure like this, probably why she never fought Eda that first night.
In a seedy hotel room just outside of Manhattan, Edith unlocked Rebecca's handcuffs, and pulled them from her wrists. Now wearing a t-shirt and jeans, Rebecca tended to her sore skin, while Edith spoke, "You should grab a shower while we're here."
Rebecca merely sat on one of the full-sized beds in the room. Her hands cradled her wrists, wondering just what the fuck she was doing in this room with this woman. "Hey, you awake?" Edith asked, not too harshly.
"What the fuck is this?" Rebecca finally growled. "Why the fuck am I here?" She waited for a response that never came, and after a minute or so, barked yet again, "Answer me, Bitch!"
Edith roughly grabbed Rebecca's jaw, locking their eyes together and calmly replied, "Talking to the person who just pulled you out of a life sentence, I'd be a little nicer, girlie."
Rebecca pulled her face free from Edith's grasp and spat back, "I could take care'a myself. I don't need-"
She was interrupted, stunned to wide-eyed silence as Edith's lips softly met hers. It wasn't a rough kiss, nor was it a perverse kiss; it was just a kiss. Everything between them began with that single loss of air.