Anyhow here's the new update.. I am of course editing the older chapters so some things are different.. but i hope you all enjoy!
Revy awoke to a woman murmuring Russian above her. The quiet words rolled off tired and gentle; a large hand stroked through Revy's messy locks, pinky tracing over her ear. It caught on tangles and eased away to go over them, playing with her hair as she continued whatever it was she was saying. Her pinky swiped over Revy's forehead, pushing aside her wispy bangs. Revy's eyes half opened, a heavy weight forcing them down, then with effort she'd try to open them up again, to look up at where she was laid against Balalaika's chest.
Her armor was still cracked , cut open as to where Revy could see the tenderness burrowed deep inside of the blonde, as her other hand was laid on Revy's naked back. Every so often her nails would graze against the tan skin, as she pushed dark locks away from her half-asleep face. A finger delicately traced the black tattoo that draped onto the slope of her shoulder. Revy shivered despite being under the duvet, a tickling sensation making her jerk before Balalaika stopped her ministrations.
" Sis ?" Revy slurred.
"You still have an hour," Balalaika replied, as quiet as her deep voice could manage. It rumbled in her chest, throaty from just waking up. Her lips were soft when she brought Revy's fist up to press a quick, sudden kiss to her knuckles, making Revy's heart freeze. "Do not waste it on forcing yourself awake."
Revy rested her ear over the blonde's sternum, eyes blinking open then falling heavily. Her heart pulsed against the side of Revy's head, slowly pumping blood throughout her body, doing as it did for each human on earth and it was laughable to imagine that others in Roanapur considered Balalaika to lack one not just metaphorically, but physically as well. A vast part of that could be true, but then she rubbed Revy's back and she melted into her and forgot. She became lax, her mind turning blank; Balalaika hummed above her, lips pressing into the top of her messy head. Her sleep was dreamless and empty, with no images of a lush forest or a deep, blue-black lake.
A sharp beeping roused Revy from her sleep abruptly, pounding into her skull and it was the worst fucking sound I have ever fucking heard , Revy silently screamed. Daylight had officially dropped into the world, the tropical sun was a burning white light hazed into drunken yellow. The city was constantly burning, oil and gas and whatever chemicals were being pumped up by old factories; the smell of it was admittedly comforting. The smell of Balalaika's pillow was even better. "Fucking hell , it's too fucking early I don't wanna get up -"
The Russian now laid beside her, head propped on an elbow as she surveyed Revy's slack form, raising a thin eyebrow at Revy's snap. The expanse of her blonde hair was thrown behind her, strands of curling pale-gold strands tickling her left cheekbone and jaw. Reaching over, she adjusted the duvet and pulled it to Revy's neck. Fuck, she always fucking makes sure I'm under a goddamn blanket. Every fucking time. Revy barely used one when she slept on her own mattress.
She was makeup-less. Her lashes were dark blonde that ended near white at the tips, blue eyes less piercing without black liner, lips paler without the shimmery lipstick, that Revy scanned and memorized, traveling down to the exposed collarbones. In the same breath Balalaika gazed at her, seemingly taking in her face, from Revy's forehead to her chin, a thumb pushing the bangs away to view her better.
"Alright," Balalaika conceded as she slipped away from Revy, leaving cold emptiness in its place. The soft stroking in Revy's hair lingered for a moment longer, as she lifted her head into the blonde's large palm before flopping back down. " Six more minutes, Rebecca. And that is all."
She ached as Balalaika left her, clad in a robe that stopped mild calf, her lower leg unscarred and slender. One eye widened and stared at the alarm clock with a special hatred. It meant the beginning of another day that reminded her that two of them would be apart for an unknowable length of time. The sun blinded her vision, and angrily Revy thought of Roanapur when it became a region of moonlight and escalated chaos; it was only at night when they could touch each other.
"Can you fucking walk slower, sis?" Revy teased from the bed, arm blocking the black fabric being tossed at her chest. "That fucking massage worked wonders for you, I can fucking tell ."
Her back was straighter, naturally so without an upheld rigidness, body more relaxed, gait fast and careless. Balalaika looked over her shoulder, eyelashes flicking up at Revy before her eyes narrowed playfully. "You've been getting rather cocky. If only there was more time to correct such behavior."
The bathroom door was opened, to the right of Balalaika's bedroom. Bottles clinked together, expensive colored glass jammed together on the shelves, showcased while orange pill bottles were hidden in deep cabinets. Briefly, Revy wondered if she owned underwear in such a color. She sighed and pushed her head back into her pillow, breathing in deeply, legs curling underneath her and trying to keep awake. She squinted in the daylight, listening as Balalaika unplugged something from the outlet.
Balalaika leaned out of the doorway as she waved a hand at her face to dry the mascara. "Rebecca, if you are not out of that bed I will drag -"
"Give me another fucking minute." Revy groaned, muffled. "Can't you take one goddamn day off for once?"
"Yes, yes let me call out immediately, with no word in advance." The Russian returned back to the bathroom and zipped up a bag.
Tossing the tank top aside, Revy rolled her eyes. The same conversation hummed on, an ache in her gut and bones. "You're the fucking boss here, sis."
Balalaika sighed, shutting a cabinet. The faucet ran for a moment, water splashing in the basin. "I certainly am, aren't I?"
"So call out and fucking come back to bed ."
"Today of all days especially, I could not afford that... unlikely request."
Quickly Revy leaned up to support herself on an elbow, questions clouding her thoughts. "Hey, something's up with you. Don't try and fucking pretend I can't tell ."
The bathroom door swung closed behind the blonde as she returned to the bedroom. Balalaika hid a yawn behind her fist as she neared an antique dresser, the top decorated with three glass perfume bottles, labels written in sweeping lines of Russian. She went to open a smaller container next to the items. "There is a delicate situation regarding a drug ring affiliated with one of our branches. Tedious, yet annoying business. My associates rang me no less than three times throughout the night."
"You fuckin' pick up on the third ring?"
"I let it all go to voicemail." Balalaika rubbed a perfume roll-on into both her wrists, then dotted the pulse points on her neck. It was flowery, perhaps lilac or hydrangea or a flower with a long fanciful name that Revy wouldn't know. Balalaika sighed, her chest expanding, cleavage against her crisp white blouse. "There were more pressing matters at hand, hm?"
A grin lit up across Revy's face. "Lemme guess. Me ?" She stretched the word out, doubt twinging her response.
"Do I even need to answer you?" Balalaika replied. Growing somber, she took a step towards the unmade bed, sunlight basking across her feature, eyeliner applied and mascara freshly dried. "As if I would want some lesser gangster complaining into my ear so early in the morning."
"Instead you got me fucking wailing in your ear, yapping from dusk 'till fucking dawn." Revy teased, pushing her hands down to hoist herself up into a lazy sitting position. Balalaika neared her, casting a shadow over Revy, blocking out the sunlight with the entirety of her body. Staring up, Revy grinned, straightening herself.
The older woman's fingers stroked up Revy's thigh, rounding her hip and stopping mid-waist. "As it turns out, I do, don't I? I am the boss , the so-called mafia queen , the face of this branch, and yet they always call as if I never want a moment to myself." Balalaika's nails tapped her side impatiently as she continued. "Always busy , always having my hands full, always preoccupied with nonsense." Her hand slid down Revy's taut stomach, slowly edging between her legs, nudging them to part.
"This is fucking nonsense, sis?" Revy replied weakly. She wanted to be devoured. Gazing down at Balalaika's fingers touching her lips, light stroking until she grew wet enough to slick down the thin hair around them.
"Quit yapping , Rebecca." Balalaika said, swirling a finger tip before going to grab her hips with both hands. Her nails sunk deep, right into the rounded flesh of her backside and pulled Revy down until her pelvis was arching off the bed as the blonde bent slightly, nose brushing her knee. Revy's head slid off of the pillow, chin bending in her neck as Balalaika raised her higher, lean inwards. Her breath steamed against skin as she came up, closer and closer until Revy's fingers flung towards Balalaika's hair.
Revy tensed when a tongue trailed up her slit, a gentle tip before the pressure flattened it out. It was overwhelmingly hot, a mixture of shared liquids trailing down, her legs being forced farther apart for Balalaika to push her face in. She was gripped so tight she might bruise. Her mind was blank with tiredness, sleep edging with pleasure and a slice of sensitivity as Balalaika shivered a canine to surprise her. Revy ran a hand down her aching chest, grasping her breast and squeezing hard, hair spread across the pillows.
A small whine rolled in her throat when she caught the Russian staring up at her, light eyes glazed over and narrowed. A large hand slapped against Revy's hip, going to support her better, dragging Revy back from the haze, arriving back to reality as she shakily gasped.
"You, hah , fucking like my tits, huh?" Revy's fingers drew together to pinch her own nipple.
The tongue lashed at her in equal rhythm and Revy tossed her head back and bit hard down on her bottom lip, so sensitive that it nearly hurt. Balalaika sucked at her folds, devouring everything, tightly latching on until Revy's back arched further off of the bed, legs shaking and chest heaving as she swore between gritted teeth. The blonde's hands slipped over Revy's sweat-slicked skin, groping at her tightly as her tongue flicked back and forth, forcing her to stay in one position. Her right hand shot up to grab at Revy's breast, covering it completely, squeezing. Revy's fingers twitched across strands of Balalaika's hair. Her chest heaved and she thought she would pass out, go limp across their shared bed.
Balalaika barely lifted her head, lips locked around her clit and she kept it there, teasingly tugging on the nerves. Then her tongue roughly ran up, unforgivingly focusing on what made Revy quake. Her legs fell apart, liquid rushes of pleasure having her wearily moan out inaudible words, clutching at thick blonde hair, pushing her hips into Balalaika's nose, stuttering as her eyes squeezed shut. Nails dug into her heaving breasts, sparks of pain but the feeling was nothing as they both concentrated on swallowing each other as they shared an intense gaze. Balalaika's eyes would make any lesser man flinch, and Revy curled her fingers tighter and husked out her name.
The motions paused, then the Russian went to clean her up, licking at the creases of her thighs and her flushed slit. Revy dreamily shut her eyes and fell back, heart racing in her ears. She was too sore to finish again. Her hips twitched weakly, her hold on Balalaika's locks loosening and beginning to stroke, trying to fix her tousled bangs.
Balalaika raised herself up slowly, onto her elbows. Her hands palmed down to draw herself over Revy, knee hitting the bed as she moved, snake-like for her large frame. Tremors racing through her body, Revy looped her arms around the blonde's waist. She noticed how Balalaika's face was still slick, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. She instinctively pulled her closer. Balalaika ducked down to kiss her, glistening lips sticky and salty. Revy's eyes shut and sleep was beckoning her again, as she tasted herself on an undulating tongue, her chin wet from how their faces pushed together. Nipping at her lip, Revy tightened her grip and the kiss became hungry and desperate, one hand dipping down to squeeze at the blonde's hip.
"No, no. No , I cannot- waste what little time we have left." Balalaika mumbled against Revy's lips.
Shaking, Revy bit at her again, sucking hard on her bottom lip in an attempt to convince her. "Fucking forget about that shit -"
"Rebecca," Her voice cracked. "I have left no room for discussion." Hardening, Balalaika lifted herself off of Revy, looking up to catch the alarm clock's glowing display. "I barely have time to brush your hair let alone…"
Revy refused to remove her arms. Her fingers skimmed a strip of bare skin above the pencil skirt, grazing smooth and bumped patches. The lotion from last night had her feeling so soft, muscles relaxed and pliable. "Stay, sis." Fucking hell, for fucking once can you fucking stay, no more excuses. Stop leaving me alone, goddamn it.
After a moment, Balalaika's eyes rested on her chest, taking her in, gaze traveling up to stare her down. Her voice was soft. "Let me go."
Revy shook her head and made a sound in the back of her throat. She felt immobile. The blonde's freshly applied perfume was so sharp she could taste it.
"I won't ask again."
Her arms fell slack against her sides, Balalaika's warmth leaving her empty and frustrated and alone. The blonde traced her jaw, as she stood up, blocking out streams of sunlight, haloing the outlines of her hair. Revy rubbed her thighs together, blinking slowly. She was growing sore, and she turned onto her side and curled her legs. Balalaika tilted her head, adjusted the color of her blouse, smoothing down the front. Revy sucked in a breath. "You never fucking listen to me."
"I do. Far too much, mind you." Balalaika answered.
" No you fucking don't." Revy muttered.
Balalaika walked towards the doorway, picking fabric threads off of her skirt, adjusting it around her full hips. The bathroom light flickered on and bled the hallway's shadows. Revy groaned loudly, shifting to the side to take a peek into the room. Balalaika used a wet cloth to pat at the eyeliner smeared in the lines of her eyes, wiping it off and starting anew, brushing a middle finger over an eyebrow to keep it in a neat line. She flipped the washcloth, and with the other side she cleaned her lips and cheeks. Her reflection was clinically staring back at herself, coldly scanning the areas that needed tending to. After rubbing dry a portion of her scar, she opened a container of see-through cream and carefully applied it.
It was awfully domestic, watching her prepare for work as if it were everyday, with Revy to hand her a lunch and kiss her cheek before the Russian went to work. She chuckled wearily into a pillow, teeth gritted, laughter fading and she let out a shuddering sigh. She prepared a statement, loud enough to where the blonde didn't have an excuse to ignore it. "So, you're just gonna fuck me and leave me?"
"No more with the dramatics. I am the one who has a full day of work ahead, yes? There is no time for me to lie beside you and whisper sweet nothings." Balalaika's tone narrowed. "It is not as if I am going to avoid you for this duration of the morning."
Revy quieted, glaring out the window, listening to the sounds of traffic, guns blazing and screaming. It was as if her childhood was rearing its ugly, undead head. Her fingers twitched for a cigarette. "What-the-fuck-ever."
With a raised eyebrow, Balalaika stepped into the hallway, patting her jaw with a tissue. Her hair was as tamed as it could be, her clothes fixed, like she had never been between her legs. There was a hairbrush clasped in her other hand. "Do not be so sad, Rebecca. This will certainly not be the last night we spend together, hm?"
"Every fucking time feels like it. It being the last time. At least to me ."
"It will not be the last time we see each other. No need to be so dramatic." Balalaika allowed herself a small smile around the tissue. "I am on the urge of hiring you professionally as a masseuse, you know."
"Shit, really? Damn, and what'd be the form of payment?" Revy perked up, sitting against the pile of pillows. Uneasily, she waited for the response, a grin teasing her wet lips. Balalaika flicked her wrist and the hairbrush flew across the room and landed next to her left knee, bouncing once. Revy couldn't hide her surprised laugh, going to pick it up and turn it over in her hands, tracing the indents of the design on the back.
"Brushing that rat's nest." The blonde chuckled as she tossed the tissue into the bathroom trash, humored at her near-joke. She walked away from the bedroom, towards the kitchen, silent without her heels.
Revy rolled her eyes and balanced the hairbrush on a knee. "You're so fucking funny sis. You should be a fucking comedian."
"Oh, I had forgotten you preferred me to be so serious and dominating." Balalaika called out. She went out of view as she rounded the hallway, turning on the living room light.
"Can't do that fucking act all the time, sis. It's not like I can be the fantastic Two Hands all the goddamn time."
"Is that not the role we play? To be what is expected of us?" She replied, softer as she came closer, looking so massive in the slim hallway, in an apartment that clearly wasn't built for someone of her stature. Revy's eyes fell to the new object in her hand, watching Balalaika return to her with a sympathetically tiny shrug of her wide shoulders. "This is all I rather have that you would actually eat ."
Revy's stomach growled at the sight of a ripe peach offered to her. "Fuck, you spoil me. Didn't have a clue you have actual fucking food here."
Balalaika planted it firmly into Revy's palm, having her move a bit forward down the bed so that she could sit behind her, elbow brushing Revy's naked back. She looks over her shoulder, seeing the blonde's long legs hang off the side, wide hip pushing into Revy's tailbone. Balalaika reached around, and plucked the hairbrush from her slim knee.
"Mm. Such a feast."
"I'm serious, Sis. I didn't fucking think you'd get me a goddamn peach." She hated how she felt so thankful, at a simple peach in her hand, so ready to eat, soft and heavy to the touch. How Balalaika even cared so much to acknowledge that Revy would be starving.
Nails ran between strands of tangled hair, picking at knots and muttering behind Revy, making her shoulders relax. Her hip leaned into Revy, elbow against her spine as she shifted behind her. Balalaika started at the bottom, bristles dragging down the knot of her spine, hand resting on her neck to keep her still. Revy winced as the hairbrush snagged. She was still so unused to being brushed, attention focused all on her and it wasn't negative, only an annoyed sigh at the state of her hair.
"Head up." Balalaika said. "It's a shame you treat such hair like this, kotyenok ."
She spoke it so casually as if it were her name. Revy's lips parted to take a ravenous bite of the peach, raising her chin as juices ran down it and dripped onto the white duvet wrinkled in her lap. They were already stained from last night and this morning, a corner of the bedsheet rolled up exposing the foam padding of the mattress. If Balalaika saw she didn't care enough to give a reaction, inspecting the neat locks, continuing to brush the sections that were already finished, taking her time, pausing only to likely check the time.
The idea of either of them leaving the bedroom was crushing. Revy turned the fruit around in her hand and bit so hard her front teeth scraped the pit.
"What if I fucking tangle my hair again before you leave, Sis?" Revy blurted. Her mouth was full of peach.
"I will not brush your hair again , do you hear me?" Balalaika sighed when Revy leaned back into her chest. The hairbrush tickled her ear as the blonde continued. "I have neither the patience nor time for it."
Revy leaned her head back, to view Balalaika's exasperated tightness of her lips and narrowed eyes. Giving her a devious smile, the blonde's annoyed expression lessened in its severity. "Not like it's gonna be fucking photo-shoot ready by the time I get back to Dutch's place."
"Isn't that your home, Rebecca?" Balalaika asked.
"It's my fucking boss' place. Me and the guys just live there cause we work for him." Revy groaned, uncomfortably shifting her legs. "What the fuck is a home anyway?"
The blonde set the hairbrush onto the nightstand, coughing. Revy awaited a response, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Balalaika bent lower to properly press a kiss to the crown of her head, looking at the mess of sheets. "Oh, you are a mess ."
Feeling the press of lips, Revy inhaled sharply. "If we had a few more fucking minutes you could I don't know, braid it or some shit." It was juvenile, she realized, how even now she was discovering ways Balalaika could care for her while ignoring her, it was on the verge of making her anxious.
"It's always the lack of time, isn't it?"
Revy leaned her head back as far as she could to search her face for anything to read off of. Borrowed time on top of borrowed time, fleeting and slipping between sticky fingers. If she had met her years ago, would it have even made a difference? The wistfulness of the older woman's nerves coldly eased her sleepiness. " Yeah ."
"Speaking of, I need to collect those damn files and ready myself." Balalaika said, playing with Revy's hair, combing through it one last time. She smoothed it down, hand gliding down her back, bumping along the ridges of Revy's spine.
"Can you fucking stay ?" Like a broken record, she repeated her hopeless appeals to her, defeatedly feeling the weight behind her alleviate.
Balalaika fiddled with the low cut collar of her blouse, hiding the cream-colored lace of her bra peeking out. She gave a pointed look at Revy. "I am not playing this game again, Rebecca. I may even be late already."
"Then who gives a fuck?" She glanced at her collar bones and then bitterly crossed her arms. Chastened as if Balalaika had cast her aside and laughed, Revy allowed Balalaika to leave the bedroom, back to the kitchen and she was alone with her thoughts. Soon enough she would be back on the streets, unceremoniously tossed out, to be with the company again and with Rock who was far freer than she ever felt.
"Give a shit for once and have a damn day off." Revy said aloud, and the silence absorbed her words like blood seeping into cloth. Tiredly, she finished her peach, fingers soaked, dark eyes staring up at the ceiling. It tasted wetly sweet, like how Balalaika would taste without the taste of salt and musk. Desperately she wished she was strong enough to drag the blonde back to bed. Rubbing her hands on the bed to rid herself of the juice, she heard her cough down the hallway, a chair squeaking across linoleum tile, and the sound spurred her enough to slide out of the soiled sheets to plant her feet on the floor.
Leaving her tank top wrinkled on the bed, Revy walked to the dresser, sticky fingers tapping on the gold handles. Opening one dresser revealed neatly folded underwear, satin and silk and curls of lace. Shutting it awkwardly as she juggled the peach's pit in one hand, the second drawer beneath it revealed the pink turtleneck, and next to it was a plain white shirt, the same as the one she had stolen weeks prior. She slipped the shirt over her head, it being baggy and ending at the tops of her thighs.
The fabric was well-washed and smelled like Balalaika. Revy's chest hurt as she sniffed the collar, pinching it between two fingers. She silently followed where Balalaika went, pausing to toss the pit into the bathroom trash, leaning on one foot and catching the many bottles lining a shelf, an orange pill bottle on the edge of the sink with a name she couldn't see. Edging closer, she turned on the faucet to run her hands quickly through the water, leaning down to catch the label curving around.
Hydrocodone.
It was something she wasn't meant to see. Blinking quickly, Revy shook the water droplets and carelessly dried her hands on her shirt, flicking the faucet off and left the bathroom. She nervously paced to the end of the hallway, leaning up against the corner to view the width of Balalaika's shoulders. Her back was to Revy, as she bent over slightly to gather up papers into a manila folder, muttering under her breath. She had put on her dull-red jacket, fabric straining then slackening underneath her arms. Flipping a document over, she scribbled a few words then put it away. Revy's eyes traveled up and down, admiring the slope of her spine, her hips, her thighs. Automatically, she inched towards the blonde.
Sneaking up behind her, Revy rubbed Balalaika's shoulder blades, fingers massaging the muscle, giving a small smirk at Balalaika seizing, then relaxing at the touch. She traced a circle on the ironed fabric playfully, a small drop of water darkening the center.
"Did I not purposely leave you in bed, silly girl?" Balalaika asked.
"You're gonna fucking kick me out anyway ." Revy replied, pressing her cheek into her jacket. "Might as well be nosy and see what the fuck you're doing."
"Well, since you asked, I may have another job for your company soon," Balalaika said. "A few days, perhaps? Possibly obtaining some cargo that is necessary for our business."
Rolling her eyes, Revy muffled her words as her lips pushed into the blonde's back. It sounded simple, even boring. More cargo meant more time Dutch and Rock would stand around talking to her, leaving Revy and Benny to kick rocks as they waited. "Yeah, yeah. As long as I get to fucking shoot something."
Balalaika set the pen down and picked up the folder to straighten it one last time, for good measure. "I'm sure you'll find that something, no?"
"I'll do an extra fucking good job if you actually fucking stay ."
"That topic is getting rather tiring, isn't it?" Balalaika moved to face Revy, settling the folder onto the table, looking down at Revy's annoyed face. Her jacket was unbuttoned, like it wanted to be taken off and thrown to the chair.
"Come on," she breathed. It came out fast and thoughtless. She felt hungry, her body wanting what it couldn't keep. " One fucking day. Just once, Sis. I don't want to fucking beg all the damn time for this shit."
Revy stared back from underneath her eyelashes, pushing her bottom lip out, unable to hide the frustration in her gaze. Her bangs were in her eyes. She ran her fingers up Balalaika's arm, squeezing, tilting her head back to expose her throat. The Russian tucked Revy's hair behind her ear, nails scraping through. Rock had poetically described how she had snapped a man's neck in Japan, with little effort; she had heard that story many times before. She fixed the collar of Revy's shirt, wordlessly smoothing it down her upper chest. Shoulders slackening, Balalaika glanced at the hallway and shuddered a silent breath. Revy leaned in, hands gliding up.
Balalaika opened her mouth to reply. She swallowed, staring at the direction of the bedroom like it was a calling. Eyebrows creasing, she barely shook her head, touching Revy's waist with feather-like fingers.
Revy's face fell when Balalaika instead turned back to the table, acrylics bumping the wood. Taking advantage of Revy's hovering arm, she pressed metal into her small hand roughly. "Before I forget- take this before I leave."
It was an old, brass key. The teeth were worn, with a small hole in the key's bow. The length of it was the same size as the expanse of her palm. Revy's mouth dropped open in disbelief, rearing her head back. "Really? Shit, for me? No fucking joke?"
"I trust you to not barge in uninvited, yes? Dare I say be responsible , Rebecca. With such an item you must keep ahold of it." Balalaika instructed with a pointed look, obviously recalling the cigar gifted back to her. Maybe it symbolized an act of trust, or simply a matter of convenience. Revy didn't care to choose between the two, only seeing the light glinting along the metal. It took a second for her to breath, her fingers curling over her key and holding it fast. Thank fucking god Janet isn't alive. She'd find some shitty way to take this from me. Fucking bitch. The key glinted in the light with silver outlining the edges. Breathlessly, Revy finally broke out of her trance when Balalaika tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Did you hear me?" The blonde asked, quietly and seriously. She was looking at her as if she could have some semblance of an ability to love her in a severe way.
Revy nodded. The ghastly hunger inside her was sated. She had been waiting for this moment of assurance for her whole life without even knowing it. "You fucking trust me that much?"
"Why would I give the spare to you if I did not?"
Revy grinned nervously, flicking between staring at the blonde's eyes and then the promise in her clammy hand. "Just- yeah, shit, thanks. I'll be fucking careful with it. Nobody's gonna fucking take it from this, yeah? I'll fucking put a bullet in 'em."
"That is what I wanted to hear, yes? All I wanted to hear." Balalaika's eyes wrinkled in the corners as she gave a muted smile. She leaned in, nose brushing Revy's, sighing into her mouth as they slowly melded together to kiss. Revy's hand fisted over the key as she wrapped her arms up around Balalaika's neck, tight as iron bands. They pressed their bodies hard against each other, the buttons of Balalaika's jacket digging into Revy's skin, as the Russian's large hands slid down to grasp at her hips to keep her there. Balalaika squeezed her lightly, pushing her pelvis into hers. Revy moaned into her mouth, panting, wanting to her pencil skirt from her body, when a realization dawned on her.
"Wait." Revy paused, tiredly rubbing her forehead lightly along Balalaika's cheekbone as she barely pulled away. She ran a finger along Balalaika's neck as a silent apology to the both of them. "Alright, alright, shit. I gotta get my shit together so we can get outta here."
"Mn, yes ." She dropped her hands from Revy's body reluctantly, face going stoic despite the look at the hallway, before it dropped and she paid her attention to the desk as she let Revy leave her.
Turning hesitatingly, Revy padded towards the bedroom, picking at the shirt being stuck up around her waist, grinding her teeth at hearing the paperwork being tended to again. She was worn out with desire, legs dragged along the floor, a forced march towards her messed shorts thrown somewhere. She didn't glance back over her shoulder, she didn't want to see Balalaika transform back into a statue. Raising her arms up, she stretched until she heard a pleasant crack up her skin, tossing her head back and yawning.
" Kotyenok - Rebecca, hold on a moment." Balalaika said. She didn't look at Revy. "I gave you that key for a reason, hm? If it does not cut into your schedule , you could certainly spend an hour or so catching up on missed sleep."
How about you could have a fucking hour or so with me. Revy fought to not speak those words, instead swallowing hard. Biting hard on her lip, she strained to fake a neutral expression. "Shit, you're really not fucking joking around today, huh? Yeah, yeah… I might do that. I'm fucking exhausted."
A reply did not come her way, and so Revy returned back to her thoughtlessly, quickly, mentally watching the clock count down. The blonde had finished with the documents and paced towards the doorway, sliding on her heels, lifting a leg back to adjust the shoe. She came to Balalaika's side, hands touching her open jacket while she was leaning down. "Don't forget about your jacket, Sis."
"I nearly forgot." Balalaika admitted stoically. Straightening up, she allowed Revy's thin fingers to flutter across the opening, thumbs pushing the buttons through, knuckles ghosting as she easily finished. She ran her hands down the lapels of the low-cut jacket, smoothing it out and feeling her chest for the final time. Revy smelled her perfume, her shampoo, the fresh application of makeup.
"Don't fucking go." Revy mumbled.
Balalaika reached for her military coat, only for Revy to cut her off as she moved to get it herself, batting the blonde's hand away. She stood still as Revy managed it off the coat rack. Balalaika bent her knees slightly, and Revy managed to fix it over her wide shoulders as she stretched up. Balalaika let out a humored sigh. Adjusting the collar of her thick coat, she turned to face Revy. "Goodbye, Rebecca. I shall call you soon, yes? Stand constantly by the phone, if you must."
"Bye. I'll head in a fucking hour or whatever."
"Mm. Sleep tight." She kissed the top of Revy's head, cupping her left ear as she breathed her in before clicking towards the apartment door. "Do not despair, kotyenok . No matter of what importance we all must do our duty."
Balalaika opened the door slowly, forcing herself through the threshold, casting one last tired half-smile at Revy before shutting the door, with the same speed she opened it with. She kept hesitating and she wanted to drag her back .
Revy stared back defeatedly. The kitchen was deathly silent, the lone sound was the air conditioner behind her. A half empty mug of black tea was on the counter next to an old, cleaned kettle. She took it into her hands, sipping where Balalaika's lips must have been, as the sound of heels faded into obscurity. Her nose wrinkled at the strength of the lukewarm black tea, Instead of searching through every corner of her apartment, of opening drawers and cabinets and closets, instead of tearing the place apart to find her uniform to bury her nose in or any other memory of her past, Revy crawled back into bed, clutching onto Balalaika's pillow and falling back asleep, wanting to return to that lake, the sky above so bruised and far away; the sun's mouth whispering on her skin. At least the blonde corpse was always near.