When Dirk found out that someone else on this godforsaken planet besides him and his youger brother was alive he hauled his ass over there as fast as he could. He didn't know what he was expecting but it certainly wasn't a sleepy eyed blonde chick drowning in booze. Dirk's first meeting with Roxy was almost enough to send him flying right back to his lonely loft but luckily for her Dave thought her drunken antics were pure gold.
Luckily for me too, Dirk thought to himself as his fingers tangled themselves in the messy hair belonging to the aforementioned blonde chick. She let out a soft sigh and placed a gentle kiss on the side of his lips then one on his bottom lip, before trailing her lips across his jaw and down his throat, gently sucking on his collarbone. "Rox..." Dirk breathed out as he placed his fingers under her chin and guided her face to his own. He didn't like when her lips strayed from his own, not because of some romantic idea of staying pure till marriage, but because when things progressed farther than a chaste kiss Dirk began to grow uncomfortable. "Dirk…I know you're not comfortable with the thought of bringing a child into a screwed up world like this, but give a girl a break. We don't have to go all the way but, fuck, Dirk, I need something more than tender kisses." Her violet eyes lined with worry foreshadowed her next sentence, "Is there something else? Is there something wrong…with me?" Her voice grew small as Dirk struggled to find the words that would make everything okay again.
"I'm not ready," He cringed inwardly at how absolutely cliché that sounded as he cleared his throat. "I'm not ready for this to become that." Roxy's eyes narrowed and ice crept into her voice as she replied, "Ready for what exactly? What's holding you back?" Dirk raised a hand to the back of his head and scratched it awkwardly, "I don't know."
"You don't know? God, that is just great." She fumbled around in the nightstand beside her bed and pulled out a silver flask. Dirk groaned as she twisted off the lid and raised the container to her lips, "Rolal, please don't do this." Roxy roller her eyes and stuck up her middle finger as she took a swig. "Fuck you man," The usual sugar in her voice had a sharp edge to it that contrasted with the hurt in her eyes. "You've been staying with me for, what? 8 years? We've been doing this thing," she gestured dramatically; disdain dripping from every word, "for 3? What about me Dirk? What about how I feel, you gigantic dick?" Dirk sat frozen in place with no idea what to say or do, he'd fucked up this time. Roxy stared at him for what felt like an eternity before bringing her hands to her eyes and quietly sobbing. The sob was what sprung Dirk into action; Roxy was strong, she never showed weakness, she most certainly never cried.
Dirk grabbed her wrists and gently moved them away from her face so he could place a gentle kiss on her lips. Roxy pulled back and began to mumble but was promptly cut off by Dirk pressing his lips to hers forcefully. The harder Dirk pressed the more Roxy relaxed until she was pressing against him. Her hands roamed over his chest and Dirk swallowed the anxiety and fear that was bubbling up in him, telling him to run.
Half an hour later Roxy was sleeping with a smile on her face and Dirk was puking his guts out in the bathroom. He gasped and brushed the hair out of his eyes with shaking hands and tried to hold in the sobs that were threatening to escape. He loved Roxy, he loved her as much as he loved Dave. That was the problem. He loved her in the same way he loved Dave. When she mumbled a quiet 'I love you' the expression in her eyes was something that frightened Dirk, it was something he could never reciprocate and leading her on like this was hurting him now and would hurt her in the future. He squeezed his eyes shut and frantically searched for the path he should take.
"Uh….bro?" Dave appeared in the doorway and shuffled his feet nervously, "You okay?" Dirk nodded and replied in what he hoped was a steady voice, "Of course, little man, nothing can take me down!" Dave nodded and walked out of the doorway before changing his mind and walking back over to Dirk who was crouched over the toilet. His face was stoic and his stance determined as he said the last thing Dirk thought he'd ever hear his younger brother say.
"I want to go after the Condesce."