Once again, a very big thank you to all who reviewed and added! I promised a bit more fun in this chapter, and I hope I hit the mark ;) FWIW, in this chapter is one of my favorite scenes I've written to date ;) I hope you all enjoy it :)
"That'll be $8.67, buddy," The taxi driver requested of Rock as he and Revy stepped from the cab.
After handing the driver a ten-dollar bill, Rock replied, "Thanks, keep the change."
Seeing what he had done, Revy commented, "Look at you, Mr. Money Bags." Rock smiled slightly as they proceeded down Fifth Avenue, and after just a few steps, Revy asked, "So where the fuck is this place, Rock?"
Before he had the chance to answer, they had come to a quaint, unassuming storefront, and upon peering inside, Rock replied, "I think this might be it actually."
Revy looked over the storefront for the restaurant's name to no avail, and finally turned to look inside as she asked, "What the fuck is this place?"
"Lotus of Siam," Rock replied. "I was asking around the guys at work for a good Thai restaurant and they all pointed me to the same place."
Revy turned to Rock, smiling just a little warmer in that moment, "Just like the old days, huh?"
"I don't know if they have a 'China bowl' here, but I think you'll be able to-"
She looked away from him back into the restaurant, still smiling quite happily while she interrupted him, "It's perfect, Rock."
With that, Revy stepped through the door, leaving Rock where he stood. Noticing he was no longer at her side, she turned to find him looking almost as though he'd been blinded by happiness. She hardly acknowledged the look on his face as she called back to him, "Yo, Rock? You comin'?"
An hour passed into the night, and before long, Rock and Revy had been reduced to two drunken friends just like the old days. Laughing so hard they're rosy-red cheeks were covered in tears of joy as they reminisced about good times passed. After downing a shot, Revy resumed a loud laugh as she finished a thought, "I swear I thought Balalaika was gonna skin yer ass!"
Rock chuckled loudly as he replied, "Come to think of it, that was probably the stupidest thing I did back in those days."
Revy wiped her lips with the side of her hand and finally found a little control over her laughter. They both simmered down somewhat and taking notice of her in what appeared to be a serene state of being, Rock asked, "So, how do you feel about the clothes now?"
She raised her arms into view and commented, her intoxication apparent in her tone, "Tell ya the truth, I almost forgot I was wearin' this get-up." Shimmying to feel her body out for a second, she continued, "It's not so bad I guess."
Rock smiled as he spoke, "It's good to see you smiling again, Revy."
It was meant as a good thing, unfortunately, it somehow managed to bring Revy back to reality. Her happiness, her smile, even her tipsiness all seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye. She remembered all that she had done those two months while they were on their own. The few times she'd 'taken a job' as she called it. She'd done what she needed to in order to survive in the past, but never before had she been so completely disgusted by herself. The comfort she knew in her clothes a moment earlier seemed to fade as well, and finally Rock asked of the obvious stain in her mood, "Revy?"
She looked away from him and in a clearer state of being than she'd known in years, she asked, "Do you think I'm disgusting, Rock?"
Rock's eyes widened as he asked, "What? Why would I-"
"You know why," Revy interrupted. "You know the shit I was doing."
The wound on his forearm flared up slightly as he remembered Revy's harsh words just a few nights ago, "…try harder so I can stop suckin' dick just so we can fucking eat!" He hated that she'd let herself be used for money, but he knew why she did it. Just as he'd taken this job for the both of them, she did what she had to, so they could survive.
He knew it was a stupid idea, but he hoped that she might be just drunk enough to go along with it. He laid his bandaged arm atop the table, the palm of his right hand open to her as he spoke, "As long as I live, I swear you'll never have to do those things again."
She saw what he was asking of her clear as day, but she couldn't get her arm to move. To slide her hand into his, to accept his warm and caring touch would change things. She wasn't sure how, but she knew that if she took his hand, nothing would ever be the same, and even with nearly a pint of seventy-proof in her veins, she still couldn't quite get there, "Rock, I…"
He saw how hard she was struggling and simply left his arm there for her, should she decide to take it, "No, Revy."
She turned her eyes up to face him and asked, "What?"
"I don't find you disgusting," Rock replied. "I think you're amazing, Rebecca."
It could have been the last round of alcohol taking over. It could have been his words, and the undeniable charm he exuded. Hell, just maybe it was what her heart was asking her to do. Regardless of reason, Revy's fingers slipped into his, and he gently tightened his fingers around hers. After years of living life at the very edge, Revy felt security with nothing more than that simple gesture.
Never feeling such happiness in his life, Rock broke free of this moment, and sloppily began once more, "So remember the time we had that fight down by the docks?"
Revy too snapped right inline and loudly replied, "Don't get me started on that, dumbass!"
Two hours later, the clock had struck 4am, and a drunken Revy and Rock stumbled up the stairs towards their apartment. Both laughing and smoking as they stammered to the door, Rock asked, "And what was with that thing we did with our cigarettes?"
"Thing we did with our cigarettes?" Revy asked through the corner of her lips as she struggled to get the door open.
"You don't remember?" Rock asked. "You lit your cigarette off mine; it was almost like we were kissing with our cigarettes."
"Kissing with our cigarettes?" Revy asked. Finally it dawned on her beneath the flickering lights of the hall, "Oh, in the back of Watsap's car!" She laughed out loud, "I don't know if I'd call that a kiss, Rock; but for you to bring it up, sounds like you've been thinkin' about that for a loooong time."
Rock stumbled a bit in panic. It was no lie that he'd dreamt about kissing Revy on more than a few lonely nights, but the truth was, he knew she'd never have him. At the end of the night, he always pushed the thought away, because in the end, he never expected it to bloom beyond that of a dream.
However, without warning or telegraph, Revy spoke, "After all you've done for us, for me, seems only fair to at least give you a taste."
With that, she slid the cigarette from Rock's cold lips, and wrapped both arms behind his neck as she brought her lips to meet his.
Warm. Soft. Delicate. Fragile. Beautiful.
Given all the time in the world, Rock could never have found the words needed to describe the sensations that filled him in that moment. For all intents and purposes, that kiss, that taste as she called it, it had no reason to be much more than a peck. While it may have begun as something that completely innocent, it had quickly escalated into something far more passionate than a mere taste. She leaned to him slightly, slowly backing him up against the wall of the hallway as her lips took his for their own.
Now pinned against the wall, the fire of their kiss burned hotter still. Just as Rock gained the control and confidence necessary to meet her intensity with his own, she twisted her lips against his, forcing her tongue into his mouth.
Hot. Rough. Wet.
Far fewer adjectives were needed to describe the direction the kiss had taken. It was now becoming a battle to stay conscious as they ran out of air. Unable to hold out any longer, Revy pulled her lips from his, using his shoulders to push herself away. Their foreheads gently fell against one another, while her moist lips struggled to find breath. Suddenly, something new passed over her. Something she hadn't known until that very second in time, but instantly recognized; her body was burning for him. She'd never felt such a heat within her; never felt her heart slam against her chest as hard as it did in that moment.
Caring not for breath any more, she again forced her lips to his and immediately Rock could feel the intensity about her had changed completely; it had become a physical act. Her hands snaked their way around his back, her right sliding up his neck and sewing itself into his hair. As always, he knew he only had a second to appease her, and somehow, he found the control to do the same. His left hand slid behind her, beneath her shirt to the small of her back, while his right gently caressed the back of her neck. Again, their tongues found each other as they each inhaled deep, staccato gasps for air through their nose.
Rock's confidence grew by the second and finally, he turned the tables, pushing Revy to the wall opposite them. Their kiss briefly broke as Revy's back crashed into the wall, a hot gasp escaping her lips, only to be squelched by Rock's lips. The burn she felt now completely engulfed her body, and over the sound of their desperate attempts to breathe, moans emerged from Revy's throat. Hearing that sound, Rock was enticed further, and without permission, he slid his left hand beneath her shirt once again, sliding from her back, around her toned ribs, until taking a tight hold of her right breast.
Her eyes shattered open in that brief flash of pain, before the pleasure of his touch won her over. She pulled her lips away from his, giving her pain-riddled moan a place to escape, though the sound that came from her lips could hardly be called a moan; it was more akin to a growl. Her teeth clenched tight, and her head fell back against the wall amidst the formidable handiwork Rock displayed. Then, when she could almost stand no more, he forced his lips to hers. The outlet for her heat closed once again, the sound of her pleasure-laced gasps grew higher in pitch. Her body no longer burned or ached; now there was only hunger.
Their lips broke and without an ounce of control, she urgently spoke, "I want it, Rock."
Through the alcohol that lined his veins, it finally hit Rock all at once just what they were doing, just what this would lead to. Instantly just a bit more sober, he spoke, "Revy, I-"
She interrupted him as soon as she sensed trepidation in his voice. "Not now, Rock," she pleaded as her tongue grazed his neck. She twisted her body away from him, slipped her coat off, and forced her voluptuous backside up against his hips. She reached behind her, taking hold of his hands, slipping them beneath the front of her shirt. He continued on towards her ample breasts without her guidance, and as he took those soft spheres into his hands, she hissed in excitement, "Don't you dare get some fuckin' attack of morality on me now."
His conscience was strong, but this lust, this desire was far stronger than he could ever attempt to force down. As he playfully squeezed and twisted her flesh, her fists slammed against wall, looking for any way to relieve her body of the aching that consumed it. Unable to hold out any longer, she reached her hands behind her once again to undo Rock's belt. It was a clumsy and rough process without seeing what she was doing, which brought Rock's left hand to come away from her chest to help. Her hands free, she undid her jeans and slid them down her thighs.
So close to each other, she could feel him on her backside and begged, "Come on, Rock…" His mind raced faster and faster, so much happening so suddenly. But at hearing her voice, her inelegant, filthy request, Rock would oblige her; he would always oblige her.
"…fuck me."
His left hand tightly gripped her toned side, his right hand tightened on her breast, and in one deft motion, he slid himself into her completely. It wasn't pleasure that escaped her lips, but it couldn't quite be called pain either; a high-pitched howl of ecstasy as he penetrated her. Shamed as he was of it, he'd dreamt of this moment just as he'd dreamt of feeling her lips pressed to his. He only wished he hadn't drunk so much so that he might remember more of it the next morning. Fortunately for the both of them, alcohol had a way of prolonging the inevitable during encounters such as these.
Her body jerked up and down against the wall as he vigorously ground her warmth. With her right arm, she pushed away from the wall, tilting her head back to rest it on Rock's shoulder as she sang her rapture-filled song. Her left hand wrapped the back of his head and she turned to him, encouraging his lips to seek hers out as he satisfied her burning body. Their lips so close, but the position of their bodies just wouldn't let them meet. She slid her tongue out, just grazing his lips, exciticing him further, upping their pace. The increased speed brought her cries to become louder until her body erupted upon him. The added moisture made things all the more slippery, and her head soon fell away from Rock's shoulder.
Her legs, her arms, her entire body was fast growing too weak to hold itself up. Another time, another place, her muscles were strong enough to see her through the longest round of sex. But here and now, she could barely stay on her feet. "I can't take much more, Rock!" She begged through her cries. With that, he extricated himself from her quivering body, and turned her around to face him.
"What are you-"
Before she could finish her thought, he took a tight hold of her backside and heaved her up, and back onto him. Her legs seemed to automatically follow suit, wrapping around him, and locking at the ankles. Rock winced as she squeezed him so tightly between her thighs, but within seconds, their fevered pace resumed and then some. Now however, her lover's lips could be hers. As she cried out, she demanded of him, "Kiss me." With the simple meeting of their lips, this suddenly became more than just sex; it was love in its purest, most messy, primal form. Rock felt the end draw near, and as he pulled his lips from hers, Revy bit his bottom lip, bringing him to grimace in pain.
Rock too found a growl within him as the impending release made itself known. He began to use his arms, violently forcing Revy down onto him, penetrating her deeper and harder in these final moments. Her cries became louder and more disjointed, now nothing more than ravenous screams as multiple bursts of pleasure manifested within her. With a final guttural grunt, Rock's movement ceased altogether as his love for the woman that surrounded him poured into her.
The sound of Revy's shrieks disappeared from the hallway, replaced with the sounds of this man and woman desperately searching for breath. Revy's forehead collapsed onto Rock's, her barely moist tongue passing over her now dry lips. As the world slowed down around them, he remained within her, holding her as though she were the most precious thing in the world. They lacked the strength to offer one another a smile, but as Revy's lips descended to his, no words or smiles were necessary.
I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did :) I suppose this can be called the high point. From here on out, things are going to start to go south pretty fast.