A/N: Here we go again, as we pick up the next installment of The Life of Reven Drevar, we find ourselves finally ready for the night. The big night they hit the biggest casino floor and see if all of that exercise comes to a clean bit of use. Rouge will have to watch their backs close, as her and TOR go to play it big on the night floor. What does the business bring? Let's go and find out, as the chapter begins!
Minor Warning: I am mildly aware of certain games of chance and gambling, but not an expert on terminology, so if I mess something up, don't be too surprised. I just wanted to give all of my readers a warning, it won't be perfect!
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Chapter III: The Royal Flush
It was the big night, finally and it left everyone a little nervous. TOR had been to battle zones, fought their way out of impossible situations, and yet going undercover was something much scarier than the average soldier figured. They had the easy part though, playing muscle or small time rollers. It was pretty routine, compared to what both Rouge and Reven would be up to. The cream of the crop were going to be facing down every little green veined, blue blooded crook and superstar who came to the Green Light District.
Arge looked up from his seat across from Reven and offered his old friend a small smile. He looked relaxed next to Rouge and that was a good sign, their Commander hadn't failed yet. Silon noticed it to, as he was sitting next to Arge in the seat. Both of them were playing the shadows for Rouge and Reven, they wouldn't be speaking so much. The job was to look intimidating and sure enough, they'd manage that given their physiology.
It created a difficult workspace in part, since they were both easy on the eyes. According to Rouge, they were the hunk muscle types, meaning that they'd have admirers at some point in the night. They would have to be the ones watching out and deflecting onlookers, essentially playing bodyguard was a walk in the park. Both Silon and Arge were certain they'd be fine, as this was closest to watching the backs of a teammate. Rouge was certainly one of them, even if she wasn't part of the team now.
"Alright, TOR all that rehearsal we've had is about to pay off. Play your roles right, don't ham it up too much since that draws attention. Play our game plan on any of the A through E plans we've worked out tonight. If even one thing changes, keep me up to speed. I'll give you a tip or hint if we need to bug off for the night, its better to leave early then leave everything thinking too much about us." Rouge felt sure that it was better to be thought squeamish than odd.
Ro rolled down the driver window and looked back while speaking, "We're here, Madame its time to move." she was glad to be driving, then she'd be one of the bodyguards, staying close to her unit commander and the leading lady in this little act. She was also acting as one of the small time rollers tonight alongside T.J., she could deal with that.
T.J. was the one to come around the side, dressed in straight black tux and tails, he and Ro were the ones dressed the nicest of the bodyguards. They were set to play the small time rollers, given that T.J. and Ro seemed 'closest like a couple', they might be able to pull it off. Certainly it would be a challenge, but ultimately one leading to success. They had both been given a few thousand in cash each, to represent the small timers: he could hardly imagine this much in hand. Ro would be watching T.J. like a hawk, especially since he was actually quite the avid gambler.
"Try not to blow it all in one piece, Fensus. I know your habits, you have luck, but you are a fool. It's a good thing, you'll have a woman's touch to steady you out." Ro said with a smirk, jabbing at his usual bad luck.
"Woman's touch, Ro? You? Wow, that's a first I'd never thought I'd hear." he teased her back and got a glare.
With both hands up, Fensus feigned defeat and Ro punched his arm. Though she had to smirk at him, they had been resting in the same room at Rouge's request. Both had become more at ease around each other, for the sake of passing as a new couple. It made it easier nonetheless, she was comfortable with T.J.'s touch, and despite being a plodding jerk with his comments; he could almost pass for a gentleman. Once the limousine had pulled up to the front of the casino, the small-timers moved first and left the long car to the valet team that came up to park the car.
The two stood back and off to the side of the door, near the red carpet edge. The doorman of the casino opened up the limousine door and stepped back. Stepping out first had been Reven or as he was to be known 'Mr. Sandes', Rando Sandes, who was a playboy fruit bat who often hopped from conquest to conquest. Partnered up with an infamous lady of the night, Lady Ria Daienda, called the diamond bat. He stood there, lowering his gold rimmed shades and holding out his hand to her. The suavely dressed bat guided out the Lady of the night, dressed in a lavender, thigh slit night dress and purple pumps.
"C'mon Ria, the tables don't wait for us." Reven said to Rouge, his accent one of the pseudo French natured, showing that he played a role deeper than the norm. It left him room to pick up after a mistake if he made one.
"Silly boy, you just want to show me off...hm, let's go." Rouge used a southern belle accent, as genuine as they came. It was one that she hadn't used in a while.
Rouge looked absolutely stunning in her dress and wore a diamond necklace, which glinted in the lights along the red carpet. She wore an assortment of precious stones on her fingers: a ruby on her left ring finger and a sapphire on the right hand. It was enough to draw onlookers who were staring at Rouge. She was not just arm candy however, she'd been the one guiding her beau in by the arm. The diamond bat was the aggressive little flower of the south, this was exactly the role they'd play.
Reven was hanging off of Rouge's arm, flashing a charming smile at some of those who were waiting to get in. Both he and Rouge were VIP, it meant they were real money, they were there to be envied. His zoot suit was a cream color, standing opposite the dark hue of his fur and hair, he wore a beige tie, which matched the beige spats he wore over his shoes. He wore tap shoes tonight just in case he got a chance to show off the skill. Ritzy playboys often had quirky talents to attract ladies, his tap dancing might be good for that.
"Stop that flirting, you're mine, Rando. Remember that." she said in her matter-of-fact statement and tugged him to her side, so they walked together.
"For as long as you can hold me, milady. I pray that is more than the night." Reven whispered this into Rouge's ear softly.
It visibly made her shiver and that was a rare thing, but one that she enjoyed. There was probably some real chemistry between them, she'd be sure to use it against him. Once the two entered the main floor space, she started towards poker. This was one of her best games and she planned to play it strong, starting off with a high bet. She had a large budget, granted that the risk was so high, she was to be careful about how it was spent.
The bodyguards were already at their back, like shadows. Both Arge and Silon stayed back no less than 15 feet, both with their hands in front of them. Neither moved, mirroring one another, both had visible ear pieces connected to them: wearing jet black suits, white undershirts, black ties, sunglasses, and black loafers. The appearance went a long way as far as being intimidating. Professionalism bled off of them as much as the intimidation factor.
At the table chosen by the pair of high-roller bats, Rouge placed her purse on the edge of the table and stepping up to it; the dealer turned and nodded to her before speaking. "Join the game, madam?"
"That's right sweet'ums, I'm lookin' to win big tonight. Gotta show this dumb lug here that I'm worthy of every diamond I wear!" she turned up the act, playing an energetic belle instead of refined.
As his arms curled around her waist from behind, Reven leaned over her shoulder and with a small kiss to her cheek, he looked at the table and grinned. "I know you win big, luv. It's why you've got me hooked, you don't need to prove it."
"Hush your charming mouth, deal me in. I'll buy in, 4000 in chips." at these tables, each dealer had the capacity to take newcomers.
The other players at the table seemed to catch notice. There had been two men with drinks in front of them chatting as Rouge bought the chips. They looked over at each other and then back at the drop-dead gorgeous belle before them. Around the pair there were a few murmurs, that seemed to solidify the tension in the air. This was a challenge to their casual game, and it would be met.
"The diamond bat." someone murmured from a nearby pillar.
"It's said she buys big..." another onlooker said.
"4000..." yet another onlooker murmured.
Rouge had made a good impact and took her hand as it was dealt out. The hand was utter crap and the look of disgust crossed her face. She had one pair of jacks, a four, a five, and a queen. Playing it safe, she decided to drop the four and five and gestured for her two cards. She got a second Queen and a King, so it was two pair with a King high.
"I'll raise two hundred." the first of the casual players tossed 2 hundred chips into the pile.
"I'm in." his compatriot to his left joined him, dropping a pair of hundred chips into the pile as well.
"I'm in too." a third player, a slick appearing squirrel seemed up to game.
"I'll see you're two hundred, and raise you four hundred." Rouge responded in her southern accent, throwing in the 6 hundred chips into the pile.
"Ouch...too rich for my blood. I fold." the first man backed out quickly, not looking for a match up like this.
"Ha, high roller, alright then. Fold." the second man bowed his head gracefully at that.
"Nah, I gotta see where this rabbit hole goes, I'm in. I'll see your four hundred raise." the squirrel tossed the chips in. "Let's see what you got, Diamond Bat."
The dealer set his cards down, having a single pair with an ace high. The squirrel laid down his two pair, one of 6s and another of 9s with a Jack high. It was Rouge's two pair that took the game, with two pair: jacks, queens, and a King high. The dealer surrendered the chip pile to Rouge, almost immediately giving her a nice raise of winnings. She laughed confidently and Reven rubbed her shoulders from her side and looked on.
"Wow, you ARE good, coming in and taking the first hand cleanly. I wonder if the rest of the night will be like that?" it was both a question and a bit of a mocking statement to those at the table. Though it was only playful, he dared not to snub these men yet.
"Naturally, darlin'. Where do ya think these diamonds come from? Not from any ol' inheritance, I made my fortune doing what I do best." a statement that almost rang completely true with her, she was an accomplished gambler.
The squirrel gave her that and gave off a small chuckle and nodded to her while clapping.
"First class, Diamond Bat. I look forward to matching wits with you tonight. You've won the first hand, but let's see how this continues." he seemed to fine with losing six hundred dollars, he didn't so much as bat an eye.
"Call me Ria, that's just my nickname dearie, it's not necessary to call me by that. Even though I adore hearing it." she winked at him and he seemed to enjoy that.
"Alright, Ria. I'm Marlo, looking forward to taking back some of my lost money." Marlo the squirrel seemed pretty smooth and was fine with what he was facing down here.
It seemed like an uphill battle against Rouge at Poker, she was putting down the participating men yet again. The second round might be explained by luck, but when she hit an eighth win in a row, she seemed like the goddess of luck had kissed her knuckles. The other two men had left by now, pissed at the way the game went. Rouge was done here, after this hand she rose and took her chips; letting Reven gather them up in a chip holder for her.
"It's been a pleasure to play, Ria. Can't believe you're leaving after all that." Marlo had lost a pretty penny during the matches, but didn't seem to be the least bit bothered by it.
"A gal knows when to leave, when the luck is high. Move on and spend on. See ya 'round, Marlo." Rouge gave her best belle charm with the wink, before strutting off with Reven in tow.
It had been a single whisper that brought from Rouge that turned Reven onto the next area. She said the simple pair of words 'twenty-one', which meant they were headed to a slightly easier, but chancier game. They had made a nice entry and a few ripples in the pool, with some eyes on them as they moved. This was going to be a measure of how much luck was on their side. Would Rouge continue to live up to her nickname tonight? Reven was a little excited by the scene and had fallen very into the role.
As the pair made it to an open table of Blackjack, Rouge promptly sat and had Reven standing at her back after he set the chips down. Rouge spread her palm over the table and looked at the dealer. The male was a canine, appearing to be one of the more wolfish appearing dogs, he nodded to Rouge and went instantly to his welcoming expression and phrase.
"Welcome Lady Diamond Bat, to the Blackjack Table. Would you like to be dealt into this hand?" the genuine nature of the Dealer was what made Rouge smile.
"Sure would, sweetheart, let's get busy." she laid down the two chips and chucked them into the pile of chips. She had seen the last play and was meeting it.
It hadn't taken very long for her to get into the beginning of a new game. Rouge got two cards, a ten of diamonds and jack of spades. Choosing to stand with her original hand, she met the bet and stood in. Though she did let off something of a surprised laugh, when she and the dealer took the hand with twenty a piece. She took her cut of the winner's pot and looked at the chips.
Already a good spot of luck, her instinct told her it was to lure her in. Certainly by now, she was making ripple after ripple in their pond. 'Time to play it smart.', it was an age old trick to play nice with a new player, let them pick up a win once or twice to get them feeling safe or foolish. Then start to milk their chips dry with small bids and victories. The dealer would possibly try some variant of this general plan.
It was while Rouge confronted the evolving game of twenty-one, that Reven met his first lady of the evening. Being a rake, he had a role to play if she approached him. The lady was something of a posh appearing bird, with snow white feathers and a keen set of predatory eyes; he confirmed her quickly as a Snowy owl. It gave him a small shiver to be stalked with such a gaze, the sharp irises missing nothing of his movements. He betrayed nothing of his inner shake up, his smirk grew wider as he met her gaze and gestured with his head for her to meet him at a nearby bar.
"Going to mingle, love. I'll see ya." the words so casual, a whisper that tickled Rouge's ear.
"Make sure you remember who yer with sugar bat." Rouge's belle accent hinted dire warning, while sounding sweet as sugar in the same instant. Spoken loud enough that anyone listening would have heard it.
With a quick peck on the lips, Reven peeled away from Rouge and moved to the counter of the bar. It was a short distance across from the Blackjack area, but had Rouge's back to him. He'd figured that this was going to be a quick fishing for knowledge. Naturally he had nowhere to start from, but he knew how to probe carefully. The rather tall femme fetale before him was dressed to kill: a spaghetti silver dress white a fluffy white hem resting above the knees, clearly she was dressed for the night.
"So, you're he who plays with money and women? Do you know that life can end, crashing and burning." out of nowhere the comment was sharp, full of judgment, and yet teasing. Despite her gaze betraying nothing but that presence of someone out to feast on something.
"Yes, my dear predator, that's me. I take risks, after all it pays to play." Reven's words were full of playfulness, despite her sharp and cutting words.
"I'm Elliseana, you will call me Elli, Rando." clearly she intended for them to converse, more with the look in her eyes.
"Elli, dear, what brings you to my side of the Green Light?" he spoke like he owned the strip, confidence beyond normal degrees of it, would make anyone believe him a pompous jerk. He breathed this character's pride and wore it like a symbol.
"I visit everywhere within my prowls, little bat. You should realize, there's always something bigger, deadlier, amongst the night life." Elli pressed into Reven with these words, pressing his chest into his and forcing him against the bar.
With a soft grunt, he could see that she was loving every moment of his pride. She came to prowl for a good night, something ending with a slightly shorter, stud in her bed. Reven pressed both hands to her shoulders and looked up at her sharp eyes. Parts of him were in fear of her behavior, other parts excited, but the piece that was in control was smooth as practice. He smoothed over her shoulders and attempted to give a little push back, he needed a bit of room.
"Now I love a strong woman and my night is open, but while you look luscious, I don't play without money. We're gonna see how you gamble, since I just got here." the arrogance coated him like a shield of spines.
Suddenly she was upon him, with one hand holding his chin and drawing him up to her face, while her other hand cradled some red wine. She leaned in and stole something of an awkward kiss, pressing her beak to his lips and parting his partially open mouth with her tongue. She drank him down through the kiss as if he were a chalice. Savoring him with every moment, she let off a sound of approval after the commanding kiss. While Reven was stunned briefly, his eyes were first to refocus and look up with something of amusement in them.
"It's only because I like daring little bats, I'm intending to bother playing at all. Instead of just dragging you, willing or unwilling to my room. But at the end of the few games, when I am satisfied with our games; I will have my main event." Elli said this, as if it were already a thing etched in stone.
A kind of stone monograph of a sort, and it had shaken Reven a little in his core. The kiss had been a pure surprise, it felt strangely good, though it was because a drop dead gorgeous woman had done it. Still, he couldn't be floored this way. He was on a mission, this was not a thing he could afford. There was one thing that he felt sure of, and this was the fact Elli, a domineering Snowy owl had her eyes on him. As he had never imagined that any one male could be the eye candy or treat, he quickly came to understand this was a strong fact after this moment.
"We'll play, but I only go with winners. It's always a rule, Elli. You're the kind of woman I like, but that doesn't mean you're a winner." the statement was made as bold as he could have it sounding.
In truth, he was only a little good at an eye for gambling. He went with strokes of fortune at the roulette wheel. This was exactly where he'd guided his quarry, he'd be prodding her to see if she was any good as far as having knowledge about the right. Being that she was such a strong presence, she was at least a constant face around the area. He was the prey in her eyes, but he had fangs and could play this game to complete a mission.
"Let the wheel spin, I'm putting money on 44 Black to start, Two thousand." Reven dropped two thousand on the number his gut told him.
"Already losing, little bit? Bet on red first off. It's far safer, I match his bet on 36 Red." Elli seemed amused, there the words of a veteran of the wheel.
'Just great...one of my best, and she knows it better than I do.' experience meant trouble, an uphill battle. Reven was fine with facing her down on the matter at this degree. He could not lose, simply put: he had to go back with Rouge tonight or the jig was up.
-With Rouge at Blackjack-
Rouge was leaving Reven to his part of the mission, flirting with the women of upper class and playing the charming role. For now, it was her business to establish herself amongst the dealers and tables. So far, the streak was pretty good. She'd lost two games, but had a minimal bet lost since she folded her hand. She had a growing pot, though it was slower than at poker, which suited her fine. Her eyes were looking across the table and it was with a discerning eye that she eliminated four of the five at the table.
She had several would-be suitors who came to her once Reven had left and each one ended up on the losing end. She'd taken two of three out in high stakes betting. This dealer held more skill than the Poker one, at least with this particular type of game. Ria left the challenge that a 'real man' who beat her at 21 in three rounds, could buy her a drink. She offered no real prize except collecting some of her money and a small segment of her time.
She wasn't some princess up a tower, certainly she owned that tower and every step was paved with gold and diamonds. To be in her presence, you paid for it. Many were put off by that kind of action, but there was a dashing panther of sorts who was playing the game. He'd lost the two hands, but stood in and had eager eyes on her. There he was pursuing her with fervent effort.
"Madam Diamond takes the hand, 21 Blackjack." the dealer spoke out in a neutral tone, it was pleasant enough.
There Rouge smirked and collected her winnings yet again. The panther tipped his hat to her and stepped to the side of the table, to address Rouge closer than at his seat.
"I've been bested cleanly, failing your challenge. But, I must be allowed to buy you a drink. It is my fondest desire, that of Duke Frank Buchette." the panther spoke his place and social rank, turning a few heads of nearby players.
"Ha, that's cute. You may be a duke in your territory sir, recognized and given that respect in the matters of politics and local people. But the Diamond Belle does as she wishes, I'll refuse the offer. You have to win a challenge to earn that right sweetie, I'm richer than any treasure or position." Rouge said this in a simple, but still sweet manner before taking her winnings, stacking the chips up, and entering the next round.
The panther was left with a jaw gaping, though he sat back down, appearing to be flustered by her refusal.
"Then, I will win your challenge." he said in a haughty tone, though he was recovering from being shut down so clearly.
"The challenge windows vary, love. I don't play the same challenge, nor do they happen until I say so." more teasing, and a strong sense of the fact it was on her whim.
And so the Duke played seven more rounds with Rouge, she offered no challenge. The Duke won a single, high stakes round against her and seemed to feel better. But it did nothing to shake Rouge's confidence as she won the next round and won the following as well. It was during this time that Reven returned, his lips clearly a staunch golden color. While Rouge collected her winnings, she quirked a brow at her comrade and his eyes spoke volumes of something.
Reven never slipped up from his role, instead he took Rouge's winnings and brought his own in hand, a handful of thousand-worth chips.
"Having some fun with your flirting, Rando? You bad boy, I told you don't get busy." she said in a huffy manner.
"I'm irresistible, clearly Ria. And that's why I claimed 20,000 in chips. I think I've had my sweet taste for the night or should I say morning." Reven's look simply said 'I'll explain later'.
"Naughty boy, you're only supposed to taste my lips tonight." Rouge pressed into him and wiped the lipstick off of his lips.
Once the pair had moved off towards the cashier to check out, Rouge noted that eyes were on them. She briefly locked eyes with a snow owl and knew that she had been the reason for the lipstick. She needed no words from Reven now, since she'd seen the gal eat up stronger and bolder men whenever she visited the Green light in the past. She took Reven's hand held it close, as they took their winnings and left the casino with Silon and Arge at their backs. Letting off a small breath once they were back in the limousine, Rouge let off a breath that she'd been holding.
-Back in the limousine-
While no one said anything until Ro and T.J. were already in the front seat and driving, Arge was first to say something.
"Geez, that was some hectic night. I mean considering that I could prevent none of what happened tonight, so many suitors looking at Rouge like food." Arge had wanted to do more, but he played the role perfectly.
"Think that's bad? Trying watching the CO get manhandled by a strong, amazon type owl. Then she was making him swallow her tongue, damn. I've never seen such desperate...or I suppose, dominating behavior from anyone. That's all of TOR's work included." Silon seemed genuinely floored by it.
Reven said nothing at first and managed to collect himself at least. He was still rocked by her gaze, even after he'd managed to beat her at roulette, she kissed him deeply and in a manner one claiming someone would. It was enough to make him feel a little off, though not in a bad way. It was at least somewhat natural to fear an owl, somewhere in the genes: it was a primal fear. The snowy owl did eat bats, natural predators were able to psych one out.
"Reven, it's alright. She is an intimidating one, that's what she does. Elliseanna Ecklaireese IS a predator and she will devour any one of your team's males. She loves a challenge and makes a habit of picking new faces, bodyguards are not excluded. So that means Arge and Silon both are on her radar. I'm sure she noticed you both guarding me and Reven." Rouge let off something of a sigh.
It wasn't horrible really, since there were strong chances that this woman had some kind of knowledge, but she never spoke on the floor. She knew that Reven didn't get anything out of her, though she'd learn about what happened in detail afterwards. Rouge didn't think that this woman was to be out in force on a night like this. She considered every potential option, prepped the team as best she could, and now they run into a spike in the road. There were no doubts: the mission could be compromised if Elli screwed this up for them.
"Well team, tonight was a good success. I'll need all of your individual reports, nothing flashy, just the meat of what happened. We'll review tomorrow morning, then move on." Rouge seemed to be overall pleased in general.
"Bodyguard, pure and simple. I can do this pretty steady, as I'm just the quiet muscle." Arge seemed fine with his position.
"I got felt up, didn't flinch though. It happens apparently, so we're going to be the quiet and taking." Silon said with a light shrug at that.
The group chuckled about it, even Reven by now. As they pulled into the hotel and everyone shuffled out. Rouge waved to the leaving pairs, Ro and T.J. would give the report later today, Arge and Silon would as well. This was going to make for an interesting night, Rouge couldn't help but think this. The veteran agent couldn't help but feel she'd fallen short in Reven's training.
As the pair walked into the lobby, she curled her arm around his and looked at his face, stroking her cheek a moment. She could see that he was holding a bit back for the face in front of his team. She wanted him to come clean since they were in the elevator alone now.
"Alright Reven, I need you to tell me everything about tonight when we get upstairs. I want you to come clean, I am sure that she shook you up." Rouge had his attention and saw the look in his eyes was a little haunted.
"That's putting it mildly, I know you did your best Rouge. Hell, I was believing nothing would have me, until Elli and what happened back there." Reven wasn't exactly in a bad state of mind, he was more wowed and overwhelmed.
Rouge was thinking of something else that might just have to happen for the sake of the mission. She would have to get a little closer to him, pressure him a little harder. Truth be told, she was proud of her work with him, he'd handled the first night admirably given the circumstances. Part of her found his portrayed swagger kind of cute. Somewhere beneath that act, was the boyishly cute soldier that she first met.
Once the two stepped off of the elevator, Rouge guided him into the suite and closed the doors behind them. Reven gently rubbed Rouge's hand and then let hers go. He'd moved over to the couch and plopped down onto it, he felt nothing but a heavy rush. His blood pumping through his veins as a very carnal need filled him, for one of the few times in his life. It was never beyond his control, but his veins were on fire and he didn't know what it was.
"My veins are on fire, Rouge." Reven admitted it to her and looked up as he felt the sensation spread.
"Well you were pressed down and kissed numerous times, right? It's natural, Reven, don't worry about it." Rouge imagined that he was in need of a cold shower.
Reven shook his head and let off a deep breath as he forced his body to slow down somewhat. This was not natural arousal and he knew it, this was something incensed. He frowned and looked to Rouge in concern.
"This isn't natural. It's strong, surging, some kind of...aphrodisiac. You didn't touch that lipstick to your skin did you?" He remembered that she rubbed his lips, but he wasn't sure with what.
Rouge looked at Reven's response and felt a small warmth in her stomach. She could tell that this must have been what he was talking about. It was a strong tingling sensation worming her way through her body. She resisted the effects of it and cursed gently, was this how Elli had a long list of conquests? It made her lose a lot of respect for her in that department already.
"H-How...did you know?" she asked him, since there was no easy solution, she was starting to feel a strong sense of desire, warmth back building in her, and yet she saw that Reven was still holding it back somewhat.
It did not stop her from wobbling towards the couch, her eyes resting on the one male in the room with enough heat to burn right through him. Rouge's willpower was eroding so fast, she was amazed that this stuff that she'd touched with her finger was this potent. It was wearing her down like she was some kind of horny teenager. With a soft groan she sat herself on the edge of the couch, then held her stomach gently. Oh hell, this was like she was in her first heat.
"No way I'd lose myself, over all that...not even over beauty." he'd muttered out before he started to rise from the seat by now. Reven knew that it was game over if he touched her now, every inch of him was well aware of Rouge's presence.
His eyes were unable to move from her visage, the want and need written on her face. The way her natural perfume only made him want to take her right there. It was enough that Reven forced himself up and out of the seat, he stumbled into the wall and then into the master bedroom. Reven heard Rouge groan again as she got to her feet. His enhanced sensory told him what she was doing without even having to look in her direction.
"N-No, Rouge. Stay out, that's the last... just stay out, please." he had no more words, no more control to give.
Naturally Rouge was beyond caring, and once in the room, she'd kicked the door closed and started to strip down from her attire. Parts of her mind by now, overridden by the carnal need for Reven ruled her mind. She managed to slip out of the dress and was thankful for that, it was discarded to the floor. Now only in lilac colored leggings, she kicked her pumps off and moved to the bed. In the darkness of the room, she appeared to be a night angel.
It was something that Reven could not see presently, he was already undressed; as the heat was unbearable and had tucked himself under the blanket, as if it were a safe haven. He was breathing heavily, enough that it had become ragged since Rouge's scent was so potent. It was a sweet, seducing, and sensual perfume that was mixed in with his own hot, musky scent. He never had a moment to react to the comforter being peeled off of his back, nor to being flipped over by his commanding agent. The moment was on the last leg, the pinnacle of anticipation weighing in on the pair.
(=- Warning Mature Content Ahead-=)
Rouge had no self control, after sizing up her prey, she moved herself down his body. Hastily rubbing her femininity against his abs, letting off a soft moan as she felt her wetness being grinded against his stomach. Too much time to play, she could feel the heat against her backside once she'd moved down to his lap. With his throbbing meat, teasing the cheeks of her backside, Rouge drew up and used one hand to position his length to stand straight while she lined them up.
"In...in...a-ahhh..!" the pristine body of the white furred bat glistened with sweat and need, as she slid down onto his length quickly.
It was so hot and wet inside, that she did not need to wait, Reven slid right to the hilt. There was nothing like it, the intensity of feeling a throbbing spire inside of her, veined and defined; it made her walls throb and clench tightly around him. Her nails clawing at his chest as she ground herself down against him. Such a feeling couldn't be described, but it wasn't enough for her. She pressed against him hard, flattening her chest against his muscular pectorals and leaning in to bite his neck.
This had been more primal for Rouge for whatever reason. Twice the strength of something that was riding her for less time. It really didn't seem to matter, just the sound of heavy, pounding hips against one another resounded. Combined with heavy panting, huffing, that had combined into an orchestra of heated passions. Again with her wings flair reaching outward to either side, she cast a shadow over herself and Reven and continue to feel the muscular definition along his body.
"S-So...so...hot..." it was Reven who made these sounds.
Something guttural from his diaphragm rose in a growl as he felt Rouge descend once more. His hands reaching up finally, as the shock of the beautiful bat claiming him there. He felt the needs building up in his body for more of the stroking, his grunts came as his hips once more bucked up. Without any rhythm in his body, he tried to bring them both more of the fleeting feeling. All the desires that he'd ever felt for her was engulfed by an all encompassing, hazy feeling.
The act going on here was purely carnal actions that were growing more by the second. As if she could only be plagued more by what she felt, with only the basic desire to be filled growing in Rouge. It was a clear explanation as to how each slam was not enough. The dull slapping of their hips was only music to a needy mind demanding more. A body in a burning heat that wasn't being sated by each movement taken.
From Rouge's place of standing her mind was in a white light, each buck of her hips brought more pleasure than she knew what to deal with. Each movement bringing her incredible pleasure, it was beyond scope. She found a nice rhythm after the first 10 minutes of hard grinding and thrusting. Now she was pushing down, rolling her hips forward, and then dragging back as she pulled up. It was a very circular motion and it made her spine tingle with shivers.
It was one of the most incredible sensations that she'd ever felt. And she'd settled on the proper movements: they'd continue with a forward, down, then roll and back, something that she eagerly repeated. Each sound was strangely lewd to her, made her cheeks flush a deep red. While her chest rose, she inhaled oxygen and burned it up in the same action. Each powerful, pulse that raced up her spine and tingled her nerve centers only made her need more.
"Reven...m-move...move harder...!" she cried out after saying it, feeling hands gripping her backside and squeezing firmly.
It had been a heavenly gift, feeling those hands working and rubbing along her backside with such fervor. She felt a strong grip of her hips and then hands pulling down whenever she thrust while her hips rolled, it tripled the effect on her. Striking her with a sudden release, she let off a strong high-pitched screech.
Something that hit Reven hard, feeling the sudden convulsing around his shaft, the squeezes and spasms milking his hot flesh. He'd uttered something of a screech and groan while he spurted deeply inside of Rouge's depths. Each of the lasting ends of the shared climax seemed to wear into a sweet momentary peace. Rouge collapsed upon Reven just the following moment and her chest heaved as she quietly drew in oxygen, both she and Reven breathing in sync. This break in the action gave her mind a little rest and let her speak a moment.
"Don't...leave tomorrow morning, alright?" Rouge said this softly to him and managed to give him a soft kiss after that.
"But...okay, I won't." Reven had felt something run up his spine, he felt confused, but still wanton.
It wasn't long before Rouge kissed him softly, then moved deeply and the two went back into another vigorous session. The evening was a long one, that lasted well into the early morning. Each and the other trying to sate the needs of the other. Reven was starting to learn something that evening, albeit slowly. Rouge herself was in command for the rest of the night's actions.
(-End Mature Content-)
The following day came as a late morning, with the pair in a room that smelled of the intensity of the previous night. Rouge lay upon Reven, still with part of him nestled inside of her. Though the feeling made her feel odd, as with a tired but cognitive mind, she'd awakened and felt the sunbeams teasing her eyes. She rolled over and raised the blanket over her head and groaned. The very movement that awakened her more meek bed mate.
He felt the tugging of Rouge's body as she shifted slightly to lay against him comfortably. This only making him feel more in a state of awkwardness. She didn't seem to be bothered by the situation, at least not yet. Instead, she was moving closer to him and hugging his waist. She did not desire for him to leave, even though he was feeling such an odd, combination of emotions welling up inside of him.
"Before you say anything, Reven, I've got a few things to say. One: This was not your fault, neither of us could have known...whatever the hell was in that lipstick. Two: This is a drug that overwhelmed me in a matter of minutes and you held on for how long..? We have a slight alteration of our plans now. Three: This isn't my first rodeo, I wasn't a virgin and I don't regret sleeping with you, okay? And last but not least, Four: We are now in the full act together, I admit to not knowing how I'll feel about this later, but now we can act as lovers because we are now." Rouge explained it as best she could, everything was very complex suddenly.
Reven said nothing at first and looked at her with a soft look on his face. He relaxed into Rouge's embrace and let her hold him. Parts of him did want to be with Rouge, though he wanted it to be more special than mad lusts beyond his control. He did not regret sleeping with her either, though he just lost his virginity last night to her; it could not have been with anyone better. She at least had his affections and he was sure that she knew that.
"...Y'know, it wasn't bad for my first time, I just wanted to remember it better. It's all one big blur, but I'm not really that upset. I'll try to keep into the act and the mission, but Rouge, I don't hide the fact I'm mighty fond of you. This isn't a love confession, I'll be realistic with the facts: the mission comes first, I can be the soldier and your actor without getting upset over it. I just wanted to say it aloud once, it just feels nice to say. I don't know how to feel after last night, but I won't have any pipe dreams." he was to the point, almost enough to make Rouge sober up over how frank and honest he was being.
Rouge let off a light huff and rubbed his stomach, then tickled him with her fingers. It was enough that he yelped in surprise and a bit of laughter.
"Stop being so somber, it's not like I'm some secret agent who loves'em and leaves'em right? Don't answer that, I know the rumors about me. But let's be clear on a simple fact: mind-blowing sex doesn't win anyone my heart. I don't know where we stand either, Reven. Experience makes it easier to cope maybe, but you're cute, honest, strong, and bold. Then you are a silly little naive unity commander, thinking of things in black and white. We're taking this two steps at a time now: the mission, us, and how to handle this new drug issue. We don't have time for a one step, so let's take it in strides." Rouge was still more upbeat about it.
As neither bat were sure where things stood, Reven tried to be more reserved and realistic, and Rouge pushed him to be more open. There were no promises here, but there could be hope. Neither actually knew that the drug was not out of their system, it had taken root and like any other fast growing addiction; this would slowly erode at the control of the two leading the mission. It was time for the mission to step up and the fast night life of the Green Light District would emerge. The sight of the mission was taking a whole new turn of events.
(End Chapter)
This took a drastic change as what was to be a simple mission of night life observation and cracking a gambling ring had taken two steps up. With new complications developing fast, Team Rouge is going to have a helluva lot to deal with. We shall see what this does, and how the two are still unaware about the after effects of this stuff. This shall be more interesting as things roll out.
Until next time adieu
-Quentix