Rock...

"Fuck!" He curses under his breath, then kicked the towel that formed a ring at his feet, in the general direction of the bathroom. He knew that he should be embarrassed that he was naked in front of Revy, but he was too pissed off to feel any embarrassment.

"Rocky baby," She purred, then grinned as she looked slowly from his toes up to his face, and then the opposite way down with eyes expressing surprise and interest as she pinched her bottom lip between her teeth which infuriated him more. She didn't want him. She didn't know how to express herself any other way for long periods without violence, and that's not just him being judgemental. It was a pattern with Revy.

"We're buddies." She'd told him once when she came to rescue him from that demilitarized zone, and as far as he knew, Revy had not been in a relationship of any kind before or after he's been here. He sure as hell wasn't going to be that guy that deluded himself into thinking that a woman wants him because his junk is exposed. He wasn't dripping with sexuality or a nymphomaniac by any stretch of the imagination.

Rock pinched his forehead exhaustedly then exhaled. "Revy, why are you here? Is there some sort-of-last-minute errand Dutch wanted me to run, or is this about a job? He attempted to walk past her to his dresser drawer to take out his boxers. Revy stepped in his way, her hand still on her gun as she tapped the length of it against her thigh.

Short denim cut-off shorts and a crop top, that barely contained her generous assets. She was the sexiest woman he's ever seen, and one of the most dangerous.

"What are you doing?" Rock asked, his face impassive as he looked down on her. She stepped closer to him. Never looking away, she let the cold metal of her gun trail up his inner thigh, traveling the length of his member, then rubbing it against his balls. Back and forth, back and forth. Rock trembled a little at the contact, his skin goose bumping all over. Whether that was out of pleasure or trepidation, he didn't know for sure. But he never looked away from her. A shaky breath escaping his lips.

As much as he trusts her to watch his back when they were out on the field, Revy mood swings when it came to anyone changes faster than the weather. One minute it's warm and sunny, the next, it's a "What the fuck?" situation.

"Didn't know you Japs were packing anything this big?" Revy licked her bottom lip, then her other hand grabbed his shaft hard, tugging a couple of times, making him grunt in pain.

"Stop it!" He tried to push her hand away, but she just squeezed him in her palm.

"What? You don't want me because I'm not some Japanese schoolgirl? What Rock? Am I not good enough for you? Too much of a bitch for you?" She released him, then shoved him in the chest, pushing him back a couple of steps.

Rock exhales a relieved breath, the crown of his member a little red from the blood that collected there while he was in her grip. Enunciating the words, he looked her straight in the eye, shoulders back, and said, "If by BITCH you mean that you're Brave, Independent, Tenacious, A Challenge and Honest? Then yes, Rebecca, you're One Big Bitch."

Revy...

What the hell? Revy thought, her heart rate ratching up a bit. That's not how it should be. Right? You put a gun to a guy's balls, he squeals like a pig.

That's what they are, fuckin' pigs. They don't compliment you.

Then why did Rock just do that? Turn her words against her.

He made me feel. Again!

Here he was, completely defenseless, and she was the one getting bent out of shape? What kind of a sick joke is this? She was the one with the gun. She's the one with the ever-growing body count under her name-Revy. And she didn't need to be reminded of who she was.

He didn't understand. He couldn't fucking understand the fucked up hell my life as Rebecca was like.

In that same instance, the memory of that horrible night surfaces from the blood box deep inside her. The smell of coffee and donuts. The combined pressure of her weight and that rapist cop on her hand-cuff wrists. The cold tiles of the bathroom floor. She remembered the smell of piss, her helpless threats, and the pain as he forced his way into her body.

Before she could get control, her fist shot out towards the default target standing before her, his face blurry from her unshed tears: could be that cop, could be someone else that tried to get her that she'd put in the ground.

Rock captured her hand in his and, in one step, wrestled her gun from her hand, where it fell to the floor with a thud then a clatter as he kicked it away from them. He then wrapped his other arm around her pinning her to his chest. He positioned himself between her legs so she couldn't knee him in the crotch.

Jesus fuck! He's strong and quick. Not just anybody could overpower her, for him to be able to...,

What will he do to me then, now that he's got me in this position? Her other arm was pinned under his own. Panic gripped her, her breaths shallow, and she started to shove against his body. Screaming, "Get off me!"

Unable to fight back, she did the only thing she could do. She bites down hard on the nearest place to her mouth; his nipple. Blood beaded on her tongue, rustic salty iron taste.

"You will always want to hurt me, won't you, Revy?" Rock said softly. "Even though I will never intentionally hurt you."

He evinces no sign of pain, just soft words to her anger. Defenselessness and naked to her assault. "I don't want you because you will never want me long enough to understand me or allow me to understand you. You can't trust me enough to be anything but abusive to me. And I've had so much of that already in my life."

His eyes bore in hers as if he was looking beyond what was on the surface like he opened her blood box, and got a good look around down there even as she continued bitting him, and she felt like she was the one exposed, her emotional scars raw before his eyes. "Maybe they're not the same as yours. Not as sharp as your pain. But knives have been plunged into me too, and they've mounted over the years. I'm sorry, but I don't need that in a relationship." He said solemnly.

"'Uck ou!" Revy told him, still bitting.