Rock...
Back at the office.
Rock gritted his teeth as the soft cotton of his undershirt rubbed his left nipple. He'd put a plaster band-aid over but it came off sometime during his toils today and typical Roanapurr sultry weather; the sweat from his skin undoing the adhesive. The material caresses the bite mark again, rubbing the teeth outline there.
Ow! That really hurts. He thought, his face betraying a hint of a wince.
He couldn't believe that she bit him, like some rabid animal.
He's had to deal with bullies before; his ex-boss(es), his schoolmates, etc and everytime he had gotten beat up. Once it had gotten so bad that he ended up in the hospital for three weeks and his older brother, who usually didn't even notice that he existed as much as his parents did, made him go to Judo classes and any other self-defense classes they could put him in, but he hated going to them as well. Violence was violence no matter how they tried to spin it. And he hated violence. He did...right?
Then why did he work in a time bomb-company with people who are not shy about killing and firing guns in the blink of an eye, in a war zone country?
Why am I so interested in a woman who was not just violent, she radiated it palpably?
His mind went back to the first time he noticed this crazy need to think about Revy and exhaled a breath. Thankfully she was out working with Dutch today running errands. He hadn't seen her since she left his hotel room two nights ago.
After she'd let go of his skin, she'd swang a fist at him, a kick and attempted to grab him (again) all to no avail. He'd dodged and deflected her assaults, even while naked, he was able to pin her down on his bed- capturing both of her hands in one of his and pinning them over her head. Her ass to his cock, him between her legs; applying just enough pressure to the back of her thighs with his knees to hold her steady. The forearm of his other hand pressed down on the back of her neck; across her shoulder blades. She'd railed, flailing under him so much that he became worried that she might hurt herself in his grip given the fact that just a few weeks ago, she was shot in both arms by Balalaika's men.
"Stop it!" he'd urged trying not to think about the blissful friction her struggling was causing on his member, the material of her shorts was rubbing in the right way against the crown of his cock and so help him, he was getting hard against her. She must have felt it too because she got even more upset.
"Get off me, you fucking bastard, you're so fucking dead when I get up from here."
More struggling. More curses but still he held her down, his muscles bulge up as he increased the pressure on his hold just a little more when he felt her slipping through his grip. So strong even when she was recovering from an injury. That was Revy. He would have to hold on to her until she will hear reason-ish.
"I swear Rock if you...fucking try anything with me you're a fucking dead man, you hear me!" She was breathing faster and not just from swinging at him. Hyperventilating? Was that panic in her voice?
He recognized the tone from moments when he had been panicking, all those times when he had been cornered. The moment when he found out that his boss had tossed him to the fucking wolves to protect his company image or when his parents turned their backs on him because they didn't see him as someone worthy of their resources. Used then discarded like trash. Hurt because someone had the power to hurt him and he was helpless to stop it.
Revy inhaled a shaky breath, closer to a sob than an inhalation; clearly not happy with being in this position. Her eyes burning a hole in his head from her sideways head position. The look in her eyes, Revy was...afraid...of him?
No. That can't be ri...oh my god, she thinks that I would...?
"It's a physical reaction," Rock tried to assure her, feeling his cheeks heat up in anger. "It means nothing, just stop struggling, it makes it worse."
"And I'm supposed to believe that, Rock? You have me pinned and you're getting hard and you don't want to do me? What am I, stupid? You probably think because I don't have my guns, you can fuck me now? What? You didn't have the balls before? You fucking coward! All of you men are the same. Once you can overpower a woman, you want to stick your dicks in."
Rock looked at her and suddenly he understood more at that moment than he had for the past year they've been working together. That little story she told him while they were in the sunken sub, it wasn't complete, was it? As a businessman, it's his job to know people and if there was one thing he's learned, it was that people always talked about their pain in some fashion or another.
When she had screamed as she beat him up in the boat, "You don't know anything about me!" She was right but he's starting to get the picture and Jesus Christ, it's an ugly one.
"Rebecca, I know you don't believe me right now but I would never, ever, hurt you. Ever! And the only reason why I have you pinned down is that you're trying to hurt me and I'm not going to take your abuse any longer because you can dish it."
After a few more seconds, Rock pushed up from her quickly, breaking his hold and backed up a few steps, preparing to go another round with her. But to his surprise, all she did was collect her gun and then walked out wordlessly, not bothering to close the door.
Rock signed now and smacked his forehead.
His thoughts were in turmoil so much that he had to put extra effort into concentrating on the accounting he was doing, something he routinely did for the company every month. A piece of cake at any other time yet today he couldn't get the numbers to balance and he's been over them at least twice already.
"Shit!" He cursed when he got inconsistency again with the total. Rising to his feet he decided to light up a cigarette and took in the nicotine to calm himself. To help him think logically.
I can't want her because she'll never want me. I can't feel pity for her because she'll hate me for it.
His hands clenched into fists as he put the pieces to the puzzle that was Rebecca Lee.
Revy exhibits violent traits because it seemed that from an early age, the people she was around -maybe her family, had been violent to her. Abusing her, possibly constantly. Someone, probably those cops she told him about had raped her. It only made sense. Revy had told him that they had beaten her for no reason at all. Beaten, meaning can't fight back and a girl as well? The sickos probably took her to some dirty secluded place far from the precinct to carry out their sick acts. And he says, 'girl' because according to everything he knows, Revy had been like this for a long time and she wasn't even twenty-five yet. He knew that she was in prison a while back, in state-care before that, so it must have happened before then. Cops-meaning more than one had participated in beating her, possibly more than one had raped her and watched as she was violated. Were they all laughing as she struggled? As she bled? Had they all mocked her efforts as she tried to get away from them?
At the thought, he took the nearest thing to his hand and threw it into the wall. Pieces scattered.
It was the calculator he was using and it was the only one in the office.
"Fuck!" He screamed then tunneled his fingers through his hair, grappling for calm.
"You ok there, Rock?" Benny asked, cautiously poking his head through the adjoining door from his mini work area where his equipment took up most of the space; his eyes on the ruined calculator, blond brows arched in a silent question.
"I'm fine."
"Uh-huh."
"I said I'm fine," Rock told him a little too harshly than he wanted to. "I'm sorry if I disturbed you."
"Hey, we all have off days, man," Benny said, looking at what was left of the poor accounting calculator and whistling low, before closing the door. "Take a break man, it will help."
Maybe Benny was right.
He sat on the couch for a few minutes deciding whether to go to the Yellow Flag for a drink or just go home. He looked from the stack of papers to the smashed calculator on the floor.
"Guess a little homework won't hurt." Unlike a powder keg that is the Yellow Flag Bar, he could drink his cold liquor in peace and not worry about bullet flying. He had a spear accounting calculator at home to get this done. Maybe it was this place and knowing that Revy could be back at any time since, well, she lived upstairs.
Sighing he got up from the couch, gathered up the papers and neatly putting them into a hardcover folder. On his way out, he told Benny that he was heading home early then left.
