Revy...

Revy suddenly felt weightlessness.

A minute ago, Rock had knelt between her legs kissing her in places no man had ever kissed her; his sprawled fingers kneading into her asscheeks like a pizza dough as he went to work on her swollen flesh. She wouldn't be able to look at his mouth again without growing wet in her shorts because Rock has the devil's tongue. Flicking its pointed tip over her clitoris with the lightest caresses, he had her up on her toes before she knew what she was doing. Both fists in his hair pressing him close as if she couldn't get him close enough. Knees falling apart with her back brace against the kitchen counter for balance; they widened to give him full access. When he'd found her piercing, he kissed her there like he kissed her mouth making her moan with abandon and sending her hips undulating into a slow grind against his firm lips. Through the storm of inconceivable pleasure assaulting her body, she thought ;

This is insane!

Confounding and detrimental to both of them if she allows it to continue but for all the fucks sakes,

It feels so good! What the fuck is happening to me?

Maybe she'd finally cracked. The evidence keeps mounting on that score because this was so not like her at all! She should be pushing him away, not sodding chanting to him;

"Suck my pussy! Oh, oh yes! Suck it! Mmm! Don't stop! You're licking my clit so good, baby. So fucking good!"

But when their lips made contact the first time, a feeling like sparks, as if she touched a live wire, the kiss had sent an electric current running through her entire body awakening something unfamiliar; which scared and excited her? Her thoughts were in a twister, unable to get her barrings and that was not just because Rock was working his tongue magic between her thighs. Although that wasn't helping either.

This week is a week of firsts for Revy.

Twice now, she'd touched Rock's cock. Not through his pants like she had in the past with others when she'd grabbed, squeezed and on occasion when the fancy struck, bend dicks. Rock is the first man she's ever touched directly between his legs skin to skin. Never had she felt hot, engorged flesh pulsating in her palm like a heartbeat or at least, she hadn't savored the moment as she'd done this last time. The broad mushroom head was already so slick. The smooth skin punctuated with veins running along his impressive length.

Revy's always thought of men in general as disgusting yet now she's allowing one between her legs? She didn't know fully how to feel about that. In fact, she's only ever seen men in two lights; pigs that needed to be slaughtered and friend-ish-family-like members of the opposite sex that had her loyalty to varying degrees depending on various factors. As long as they didn't touch her or mouth off unnecessarily when they shouldn't, they wouldn't have her bullets through their hearts. The Revy version of Cupid's arrow. Valentines would never be the same again!

Though this isn't the first time she's gotten head. She's had her share of past lovers. Some were in the top ten, others not so impressive but the only persons she's ever fucked of her own volition were always women. Yet each swirl, dip and suckle from Rock had her toes curling tighter, always the first sign that she was getting closer to her orgasm. She bit her bottom lip in an effort to stem the stream of moans and pleas coming from her mouth but it was no use. It kept animated with sounds to spur him on while her fingers held a firm grip in his soft hair and her hips moved aggressively against his mouth like she had an itch and his face is the all-in-one scratcher for pussy relief. He had her in a heels-digging-toes-curling state, not knowing what to do with herself and he hasn't even fingered her yet.

Top ten? Try top two.

Definitely making the podium.

Releasing one of her hands from his tresses, she petted one of her breasts, moaning as she pinched the sensitive tip between her thumb and index fingers. The AC had dried the area Rock had sucked and kissed, and already she wanted his mouth back on her tits. It felt like a hunger only he could sate.

Why? When less than twenty-four hours ago Revy would have sworn on the destruction of her guns and pain of death that she would never be in a web like this with anyone in Roanapurr.

Yes. She's sexually desperate. Yes. For the last three days, she'd been in a Staccato Rhythm Frenzy of over stimulation but that was no excuse. She shouldn't be aching for him to thrust his fingers into her to ease the yawning emptiness she felt inside. She shouldn't be so close to begging him to make her cum.

More uncharacteristic?

This was the first time she'd ever not met out her planned retribution when she'd burn to hurt him for days. So unlike her!

Earlier, when she gripped him again, Rock had gone owl-eyed, the fear in his expression was palpable when the realization of what she was about to do to him moved from thought to reality. She had him like a cat who'd cornered a mouse. Claws out! Revy might not have her weapons at the ready but with Rock like that, there would be little resistance he could put up against her. And if she wanted, he wouldn't be able to move at all. She'd planned initially to torture him sexually, making him catch a case of blue balls, you know. Most men who found her sexy and tried to do something about it got to die by her bullets. Blue Balls seem like a generous discount in comparison to that.

She wasn't supposed to grow fascinated the more he resisted, the more he didn't buckle when most would have jumped at the opportunity to touch her. To fuck her!

She witnessed his white-knuckled reaction even as right before her eyes his skin had goosebumped from sensitivity, his flat nipples puckered through the thin white marina. Still, his hands remained put as of they were glued to the counter. There she was, jerking him off, dressed in only a towel and her panties and he wasn't even touching her?! Still keeping up the gentleman act. Talk about an ego kick to the nuts. All the more reason she wanted to make him suffer.

The plan was simple. Make Rock's balls blue.

How the hell did she get enticed by the lust in his strained voice? His pleas to her. Was it because his harried whispers begging, "Revy no! Please don't." were so delicious?! Or was it just to scrape up her pride off the ground. Somehow just watching him struggle like that whet her sadistic appetite. It had her growing wetter between her legs as if a dam had just been breached.

This is what this felt like. This was what...she's never known.

Fever hot skin! She thought in a daze as she'd stroked him. And she was discovering it with Rock of all people.

The same Rock that had resurrected all her demons three months ago when he took on that job involving those brats and that maid just so he could save them and beat Chang at his own gamble. Because of that job, her past had come back to haunt her though she thought she'd buried all of it. For years, Revy had successfully managed to vacation in distractions, drunkenness, violence and the repertoire of not giving a shit about anything other than what she believes in- money, power, and guns. She's pacified those annoying bits of memories that float to the surface every once in a while during the quiet times with cigarettes and music loud enough to drown out those voices from so long ago, those scenes. The bitter shame. She couldn't sleep without her tv and headphones on. Revy had long thought that she's perfected her defenses. In order to survive this long, she's had to look out for number one always, because nobody else gives a shit. Then before she knew it, her castle walls got blown to hell by one man, one job and one conversation. How could he have wanted to save them so much he willingly stepped into the darkness to join her and the other miscreations produced courtesy of Roanapurr's shit factory when she needed him on the other side. In the light. That morning when it was all over, she couldn't recognize him. It wasn't like he did it for the money either. His words came back to her head like an echo.

"It's my hobby."

He did the same thing with that Washimi heiress too. So what did that make her?

No, no just...just enjoy this. Revy thought, her head back, eyes closed. Think about that later. She commanded herself. But still, the memories were coming up like a spring in her head. Why now?!

"You believe him to be blameless and innocent." That conversation with the mini maid popped up. "But he's not."

After exchanging heated words, to the point where Revy had drawn her gun, the girl had kicked at Revy's anthill, unleashing the horrors of her past from just a few words. Painting into color what she's been hiding and ignoring for longer than she could remember.

"...You're the one that thinks this world is a garden of roses," Fabiola had retorted when Revy basically called her deluded and seeing this rotted world as a garden. "One that you've been banished from. Locked out of and you hate that other people, normal people, gets access to what you should have."

Though Revy had played it off as nothing at the time until she was out of sight and never would have admitted it even under torture, the girl had nailed her dead to rights.

Her cigarettes were in her short's pocket, in the bathroom. No pacifier for her bad memories within arm's length and she didn't want to break the rhythm they had going.

"Rock...!" Revy cried softly, her voice saturated with need and something else. "More. Suck harder baby. Make...make me cum. Make it good to make me scream."

To herself, she thought. Make me forget, please.

"I will," Rock replied still on his knees before her worshipping her body with his mouth. His tone like a promise as good as done.

How could she want this from him so much?

Was it because again and again, Rock had failed to act as she predicted? It had angered and humiliated her that every time she hit or insulted him, he'd either wanted to talk about it or he'd held her down but not retaliated against her. He'd behaved like a, a gentleman- euphemism for pussy! Which has to be some sort of act because no man is like that. Ever since she was a kid and all through her life, instinctually, its the human code; if you get hit, you hit back. You ran your mouth too much and you get a five-palmer against the face or a knuckle sandwich. You don't get ignored or a simple "Revy stop it."

Humiliation. Yet another unfamiliar feeling. She dished out the humiliations, it was not the other way around.

Revy felt a finger skimming over her clit hood piercing and her thoughts blanked for long seconds. She looked down and met obsidian eyes watching her as his fingers parted her folds. Skillful hot lips on her flesh, working her there. Revy is possessive by nature and she wanted her due.

Why should she allow her past to rob her of this? Why should she care about anything than what they're doing right now? The questions seemed silly in her head. The thoughts plaguing her mind- more like interrupting- paused as she watched Rock suck and tug on and in between her folds. That masterful tongue of his traced the outer lips of her pussy.

Put it inside me. oh! I want it inside me. Stabbing my core.

"I love the way you taste." He whispered to her. His voice was a rough accented sexy rumble. He could tell her crap and she might damp her panties.

Fuck! She thought in awe.

Before she had time to blink, Rock was on his feet breaking her hold on his hair while his grip tightens on her ass. Then her feet were no longer touching the ground. As she was lifted, she felt like she was watching all of this from high above them. She didn't feel like herself. That sense of assurity disappeared the moment the skin of her naked ass touched the cold kitchen counter. Her heated needs cooled rapidly as shivers of dread skittered up and down her spine, paralyzing her and all at once she was not in Rock's apartment any longer.

When an inward pleading started within her, Revy burned with a shame so virulent at her own pathetic thoughts, she felt like she was choking on it but that didn't stop them from coming to her head anyway,

No, no, no... She thought over and over again until her lips manifested the word.

"No!" Panic strangled most of the sound, reducing it to a soft cry.

One after another, they came. Questions on the heels of questions turning slowly but surely into accusations.

This shouldn't be happening. How could I have allowed this to reach so far? Why did I let it start in the first place?

Under the warm press of a hand, her naked back met the cool slab of tile on the counter; so similar to that last time. Suddenly, she felt like a helpless teenage Rebecca Lee, cuffed and trapped. Weak! Unable to do anything. She had no power.

Another man was touching her, having his way with her because he thought that she's just someone he could fuck.

A whore!

She heard words in her ears trying to tell her something but the memories, those horrible memories wouldn't be denied. How can they be so damn strong after so long? Robbing her again. She heard her own breaths start to hitch, her heart drumming in her ears. As if on automatic, her legs clamp shut. Revy shook her head in that way she did when she wanted to dislodge a thought from her brain

My guns. I... I need my guns.

The questions in her head warred with what her body was telling her to do, her feelings on the matter entered into the realm of confusion. On one hand, she wanted this between them. On the other, she didn't know if what she wanted was what she should have. Like a tormented soul, her past was determined to ruin her present. Was she going to lose to it once more?

As if he could pick up on the frequency of her thoughts, Rock whispered to her slowly, "Let me in, Revy."

"Rock?" Despite his cunning and intellect, Rock would never know the battle she was fighting, even at this moment. He could never understand how much she's still captured by the hole inside her, formed from her earliest years of childhood and growing bigger and bigger until it was a pit. Dark and entrapping. What was she supposed to do? Do a one night stand with him? Never. Hope for a relationship that was a pie in the sky dream? They would never work. It was just she, herself and her. Rebecca Lee. Two-hands. Revy. Always had been. Three broken mirrors glued together into what she was now, a member of the walking dead in Roanapurr but she could still see all the cracks.

He puts his mouth on one knee then started kissing again, his intent clear.

"Part those pretty thighs for me, my darling." Another kiss. "and I'll make it better." Kiss. "And better."

Why was he saying this? Again, she narrowed her eyes up at him. Something in her warning her but she shook it away. No, he couldn't know about...that.

"Until I make my sexy bitch scream."