Delivery

Chapter 21

Foreplay was done and over. Revy had found out that she was indeed multiorgasmic, and she wondered if perhaps Rock was attempting to kill her through pure pleasure. She hadn't expected him to be as good as he was. Currently her left leg was propped on his shoulder, her right leg was wrapped around his waist, and he was thrusting just right to hit a spot she didn't know she had every third or so thrust. His thumb was gently rubbing her clit, and she was so sensitive that her mind was clouded with pleasure.

Her name, what she did for a living, her skills at guns, all of it was gone. She was drifting in an ocean of pure bliss, and she did not want to come back down. Her breath came out in raspy moans. Her life was a contradiction. She wanted to stop, but needed to keep going. She loved the pleasure, but swam in the pain, and her Rocky-Baby was hitting it all perfect. She felt him thrust just right, and another gush of liquid left her only to splash on him. He didn't complain, he didn't seem put out, but instead he was smiling.

"I love you," he told her, "I mean it, and you deserve to be loved."

She heard him, and wanted to tell him that she loved him, that she was trying to believe that she deserved it, and that if nothing else he was saving her. Instead she could barely get a couple of incoherent words out, something that almost sounded like 'luv yu' before another orgasm ravished her. It felt like she was leaving her body, almost as if the cosmos itself was calling her unto itself. Everything was a giant ocean of pleasure, and for once she was experiencing it as a woman in love.

Finally, her head fell back, her eyes heavy, her body exhausted, and she felt him crawl up beside her. One of the most feared hired guns in all of Roanapur, the dreaded two hands, put her leg over her lover while turning toward him and wrapping her arm around him. She curled up beside him, taking in the scent of the two of them, loving the way he felt, the way he made her feel, and she felt herself relax fully.

"So, we've got the full night ahead of us, all day tomorrow, tomorrow night, and most likely we'll have to be out of here by noon, if not sooner," he said softly to her, "Got any plans?"

She opened one of her amber brown eyes and looked at him, "Ummm, we're doing that, again, a few times," she said with a half smile, "But we're going to get something to eat in a while. I guess we need to refuel eventually."

He smiled, "The cafe is opened, and they've got some of the local dishes, a few American inspired dishes, and even some Thai dishes."

She grinned, "Burrito," she said simply, "Spicy Burrito, lots of hot sauce, and a beer."

She felt a kiss, and she returned it, enjoying the moment, loving the feeling of just being in love. The kiss was short, but passionate, and she wondered how could she had gone so long without this? Part of her wished that she would have known Rock when she was a kid, but then maybe she wouldn't have taken such an interest in him. She didn't like to admit it, but young Revy was a complete and total dumb bitch.

She was naive, believed the load of shit that blood was family, and of course that all families protected one another. She learned that blood was nothing other than something that said you came from this person. That was it. Blood didn't mean shit, and the only family that mattered was the one you made for yourself. Rock, Dutch, Benny, they were family. Rock was even more so. She believed her current self to be smarter than her teenage self.

Her current self found people she would damn near do anything for, and did find a person she would face real ass monsters with and for. That same person made it his personal mission to learn her body, to learn what made her feel good, and then set out to make her feel so much orgasmic bliss that she wasn't sure if she would ever, truly ever, realistically gotten there alone. It was a world of pure pleasure that she wanted to visit again, and again, hopefully for the rest of her natural life.

"I'm not worthless," she said softly, trying to keep herself quiet enough so that Rock wouldn't hear her, but hopefully that the memories that haunted her would, "I'm worth being loved, he said so, and you can go fuck off."

There was no doubt that they would be sticking to the sheets. In truth, there was little doubt that these sheets would need to be burned. She was fairly certain that they had completely ruined them. Hell, they may have destroyed the mattress as well, but it would be worth it if they did. There were other things she wanted to try. A little anal, both her and maybe him. She wasn't sure if he would be into it, but maybe she could make a good argument for it. Something more than calling him a pussy for not wanting to do it.

She'd done it before, but again it hadn't been with someone that she loved. It had simply been because it was something she had to do. She had to deal with it, and just get through it. Now she wanted to see if it was different. Would being with Rock make it different? Part of her screamed that it wouldn't. That it would be the same friction, the same pain, and everything she just felt would be invalidated, but the part of her that had learned to hope screamed that it would be different. That being with him would make it different, if for no other reason then he would stop if hurt.

Snuggling beside him, she took in this moment. She believed that there would be more, several more, and another thing she realized was that they weren't going to be living in separate apartments after this. She had seen the inside of his before, and while it was similar to her own, it was a little bigger. She could share the space with him easily enough. That seemed reasonable. After all, with how well he had done, how he made her feel, and the last three hours proved more than anything was that he wasn't a bachelor anymore.

Maybe they hadn't stood in front of a priest, or anything, but fuck it, he was hers. And anyone else that tried to wiggle their way in was in for a world of hurt. She certainly wasn't going to go and do anything to fuck this up. She wasn't going to stray, and instead she was just going to enjoy this. She wasn't going to lie and say that she was going to become Betty Crocker. She couldn't boil water, let alone do any real cooking. But she was fine with sharing whatever she got from the vendors with him.

Her eyes closed, and she let her head rest as close as it could to his own. Their first trip to Japan had been an adventure in and of itself. Of course, that yakuza girl had left a mark on him. He'd taken her death personally, and in a way she'd touched his soul before Revy had a chance to. She wondered if perhaps she could talk to Ling Ling about resurrecting the princess. Not that she wanted to give her a chance to hurt Rock, but just to give her a piece of her mind. To tell her that her worthless ass had nearly ruined something beautiful.

If it hadn't been for that brat, mini maid, and of course the head maid herself she was certain that Rock would have slipped off into a place she couldn't reach him. Instead, he managed to save them. Surprisingly Rock received a few letters from them, some that he let her read as well. The young master upgraded his beloved Roberta from head maid to lady of the house. So, in a way the both of them got their happy endings. She almost laughed, thinking about the situation. She wasn't sure, but she had a feeling that the four eyed bitch had done some of the same things she had.

More than likely she'd been treated the same way at least once, and how she was the lady of the Lovelace family. It was a placeholder, and she knew it. The brat was already getting grown up, more mature than he had been, and he was staking his claim. His beloved Roberta was going to be his wife. She wondered if four eyes was going to enjoy having children, could she have children?

She laid beside Rock, enjoying the feeling of his seed inside of her. She had been told that she couldn't conceive. That her womb was too fucked up and toxic. In a way, she was glad for it, although part of her wished that she could. She knew that children were a big thing for people from Rock's culture. It was preserving their line, or something to that effect. She wondered if Rock wanted kids, but then if he did was Roanapur the kind of place to raise them?

She could see a miniature version of both of them, running around, beating up the little pocket picking thieves for their earnings so that she could get some candy from the local convenience store. Somehow that made her smile. There wasn't a doubt that if she could, it'd be a girl. She continued to think about it, feeling her consciousness slip away, and finally she fell asleep next to the man that had made her feel so wonderful.

Hours passed, and she finally awoke. Rock stirred beside her, and the two of them found that they were indeed stuck to the sheets. It took some time, but they came loose from the sheets. The first thing they did was to run a bath in the tub. For a single person it was spacious, giant even, but it would be cramped for a couple. It didn't seem to matter to Rock. Once the bath was ran he eased into the tub, and then invited her in.

Revy found a spot on his lap, and the two of them soaked. That was something he'd changed since living in Roanapur that she found out about. Before it was customary for people from his culture to shower off, sort of do a prewashing before entering the tub. It didn't make a lick of sense to her. Afterall, her apartment only had a crappy shower, and soaking in this tub made her realize how much she'd enjoy a tub to soak inside of. She felt his hands, and she realized that he was washing her.

It was gentle, like how he'd been with most of their love making, and he was cleaning her. She leaned forward, letting him get her back, and she realized how much she trusted him. He was part of her, part of her life, part of her, well everything, and she felt that she was the same for him. He washed her slowly, gently, getting everywhere he could, and finally she got up.

She stood on the bath mat, nude, droplets of water running down her, and smiled at him. The smile wasn't a vicious dog snarling down at its prey. It wasn't the rabid animal that so often chased after something wounded, but it was a woman happy and in love. She took the cloth, and returned the favor. Washing him with as much gentleness as she could muster. He had a light touch, she didn't. Her name was practically overkill.

The bath ended, they found the clothes they had been wearing, and to her surprise Rock pulled out a shirt she hadn't ever really expected to see. It was loud, far different from what he normally wore, bright oranges, blues, yellows, and hot pinks were splashed around it on patterns of pineapples and sunsets. The words "Fuck Off" were printed on the back of the shirt, and she watched as he pulled it on. She half expected that he'd gotten rid of it, but the entire time, since she purchased it for him when they first met, he'd kept the Hawaiian shirt. She smiled as he wore it, and to her surprise it was a little loose.

The hard work he'd done had toned him up even more, making his frame more lean, his muscle designed more for work than pretty. She pulled on something as well. She didn't often wear a skirt. The last time had been when they were in Japan, and so it only seemed fitting to do so again. The skirt was different. She'd originally bought it as a chance to maybe seduce him. Now, she wore it because she wanted to.

It came down mid thigh, above the knee, but long enough to not give a view under it. Just enough to tease. The blouse was sleeveless, but more than her tank top, it was solid, black, made of silk, and she felt the way it caressed every part of her. The bra had been another of her sports bras, and she began to wonder if maybe she should purchase a couple of more showy ones. The panties were left behind. For one, it needed to breathe, and two, she wanted him to know that when he was ready, she was ready.