Revy…..
Revy came through the back laundry area. Picking the lock of the back door on the four-story landing was standard issue and the entire thing took her no less than fifteen seconds to hear a 'click'.
"Candy baby."
The place was nice and spacey. Not that she was surprised. Rock had a way of getting the impossible done with seemingly zero effort.
She would have been here much, much earlier if she didn't have to go in for work and if Balalaika, that spiteful bitch, had just told her where Rock was. She wouldn't have had to go through the spy network: the all-knowing Human-Google-System of Roanapurr- with cutlass in hand, threatening anyone with information. Just thinking about their conversation after the gunfight made her almost lose her temper.
She half expected to find Rock up and about. Given his neat-freak-nature, she thought that he'd be unboxing stuff or putting things in order. Hanging a painting on the wall.
Damn sissy.
Moving silently through the passageway, she found him in his bedroom on his back lightly snoring, fast asleep. No wonder he wasn't coming into work today.
Upon hearing that news from Dutch as they headed out to port after returning from the hotel, she was more than a little annoyed and relieved at the same time that she decided to come in. With the both of them not at work today, she knew someone would have tried to make something out of it.
Like Big Sis did. Revy ground her teeth at the thought then took a deep breath to steady herself. Inhale. Exhale.
Standing at the edge of the double bed, she watched the gentle rise and fall of Rock's chest as he slept blissfully unaware that she was standing over him; her twin guns holstered, brows furrowing in thought. Tilting her head to the side, she studied him a little. She'd never seen him like this before. Out of his corporate clothes with a five o clock shadow, he looked more mature, not the young scared Japanese she'd kidnapped for ransom. That seemed like so long ago now.
Something's wrong with me.
After literally days of pre-mediation of what she would do when she saw Rock. How much she would hurt him and make his skin change color. Here she was, opportunity staring her in the face yet she felt no anger. No call to action. Why? Was beyond her!
Am I losing my edge?
Her eyes roved over his broad shoulders and lean muscular frame, taut thighs and legs with short burnish-black hair that laid flat to the skin. Looking closer, she could see that he had a few scars on his knees and a long jagged one on his left leg that started from mid-thigh all the way up, disappearing under his boxers. His tented boxers.
"Shake it off Revy." She said to herself in a quiet whisper.
Concentration somewhat restored, she wondered how Rock got such a scar like that- it looked deep. And how come she didn't see it two nights ago when he was naked before her?
Maybe because I was too busy grabbing his cock?!
She closed her eyes, embarrassment filling her to the core. She didn't even know that she could feel embarrassment until Rock came into her life.
Forever and a day now, Revy's thought of most men as pigs. She respected Dutch and Benny; they were like family to her. Her crewmates. Even Chang was like a big brother figure to her. Rock was supposed to be the same, a member of the family she never had. But he wasn't. He wasn't just a member or just a friend. He didn't fit a category and that's what has her reeling.
Nothing's worst, Revy. Nothing! Don't let your fucking guard down. She reminded herself even as her staccato rhythm returned with a vengeance and her panties were all but dripping. Horny as fuck? She might as well have invented that saying. But she could work around this. It had been...some time since she's been with someone. She was just sexually desperate; that's all it was. In a bid for a distraction, Revy turned on her heels toward the kitchen. She opened the tall silver refrigerator. Got lucky. Then sat down at the counter to eat.
"I'm only keyed-up". She reassured herself again. But what to do about it?
Feeling the slick wetness between her legs, Revy decided to head to the bathroom. Putting her guns on the bathroom counter, she stripped and stepped into the shower stall.
"Nothing a shower won't solve."
Revy moaned her approval as soon as the perfect temperature water hit her skin, washing the last nine hours down the drain as she lathers soap on to her body. Between the quiet of the bathroom and the running water, the conversation she had with Balalaika popped into her mind and she made a fist against the tile.
Back at Rock's hotel room, nine hours ago.
Balalaika pointedly looked at her watch then raised one perfect brow.
"4 am in the morning, Revy?" She gave her an appraising look. "I wasn't aware that the nature of your relationship with Rock extended to booty call territory."
Revy's hands had fisted. "Watch it, Sis." She'd almost growled out the warning. Was Balalaika hinting that she was a whore?
Cool it Revy. She knew if she tried to start some shit, she wouldn't be alive by the time she touched her gun.
Balalaika laughed airily, waving a hand at her dismissively. She knew Revy was all bark and that she, Balalaika, held all the cards.
"It's nothing like that." Revy had snapped, trying not to blush because now that she thought about it, it really did look like that. "Just tell me where he is?" She demanded.
Balalaika canted her head at Revy in that same way she did when she was thinking whether to continue the conversation or shoot the person.
"I believe he's shopping for an apartment at the moment with a few of my comrades. At this hour, Roanapurr tends to show its fangs. I wouldn't want anything happening to my little diamond now, would I?"
Revy had bit the inside of her jaw. Her diamond? What the fuck did that mean?
As if her thoughts were on her face, Balalaika shrugged casually.
Revy decided to brush it off. Instead, she pondered the craziness of this entire thing. Apartment shopping? At 4 in the morning? Who does that!?
Boris held out Balalaika's Russian Kaptain's military coat, signaling that they were readying to leave. Coming up with blanks, Revy asked one more question.
"Why didn't he check into a hotel for the night?" She asked.
Without looking at her Balalaika shrugged into her coat then flick her waist-length blond hair from the cover of the garment. "That's his business and none of mine. Besides, it seems like hotel rooms are dangerous this time of the year."
X
Washing the remainder of the suds from her body, Revy cleaned between her legs. What was supposed to be a shower was quickly turning out to be something else as wave after wave of stimulation ran through her like a current. She whimpered out a mew as she washed; her bottom lip captured between her teeth. She could feel how swollen her clit was. Blood had collected there making the nerves so super sensitive, every touch was making her want to do more. She knew she should stop. Then why wasn't she? Between her index and middle finger, she stroked herself. One hand on the tiled wall for support; her toes curling in a tight coil as she rested her weight on the heels of her feet. Her breaths were panting hard. Her eyes closed as she worked her fingers inside; moving them faster and faster...
The sound of the door handle turning had her removing her hand quickly. Water rinsing her slippery fingers clean of the act.
"Fuck!" She whispered as she tried to open the sliding door to reach the towel folded on the counter.
She didn't make it to the counter.
Rock...
"I'm a pervert!?" Rock exploded in disbelief then immediately regretted it as his migraine reacted to the echo of his raised voice in the bathroom. He winced but he was so angry he didn't care.
Too far. Too soon.
"What gives you the fucking right, Revy!? This is my place!"
The fact that she's naked didn't escape him but as enticing as all of her is, his ire demanded appeasement.
He spotted her guns on the counter. Before he knew what he was he doing, he reached for them.
"Hey! What the fuck!?" Revy shouted, assaulting his ears and aggravating his migraine. He threw the towel in her face. With her reflexes, he expected that they would be having a tossel, him wrestling the weapons from her. She trying to kill him. A dangerous gamble he knew, which meant he was right at home with the situation. But somehow, that didn't happen.
He grabbed the guns in their holsters then pushed the lock-in on the door.
"Rock, you better gimme my fucking guns back!" Revy told him and he could hear how insensed she was.
Good. So am I. He thought. Pissed wasn't an accurate description of what he was feeling right now. Rock then slipped out of the bathroom, locking her in. He would have seconds to put her guns away but once and for all, they were going to settle this. Whatever it was between them.
He just locked a draw with a key when the bathroom door slammed open and Revy walked out slowly, barefooted and dressed only in her panties with his towel draped over her shoulders covering her breasts that bounced with every purposeful step that she took towards him.
He took a deep breath, channeling his focus on his anger. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Rock crossed his arms over his chest.
"Let's talk Revy."
"Talk?" She repeated, her eyes on his hands then darting everywhere before landing back on him. No doubt looking for her weapons.
"Yeah," Rock answered.
"Fine." She said through gritted teeth. "Just who the hell am I gonna talk to?"
Rock's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"Am I gonna talk to Rock." She hissed out the words venomously. "Or will I be speaking with Mr. Rokuro Okajima."
Rock's jaw slacken.
