Rock...

Sometime later

"I told you not to wake me," Rock said cracking his eyes open slowly, noting how sleep-roughen his voice sounded and how his body felt slow and lazy.

Revy didn't answer.

Which concluded in his sleep laced head that; She's up to something, he thought irritated in his half awake-half asleep state that seems to be the themed state of the day because this would be the second time today he would wake up like this.

How long was I out? He wondered absently, his curiosity strong though his mind was still foggy.

According to his eyes, a long damn time-maybe three hours or more? He couldn't know for certain until he checked his watch for clarification because save for a few thin fingers of light pushing their way under the blinds from a streetlight nearby, he couldn't see anything much so it must be at least 8 p.m. Also, thanks to the strings of light, he could make out Revy's outline just a bit. Earlier in his sleep, he felt a weight added to his lower stomach but that wasn't what kicked him out of the dreamless bliss he was enjoying all this time. No. Strangely, it was the sound of a gun's magazine; that soft 'click' locking it in place that activated his sense of awareness. Maybe his senses were on high alert or he's just come to read into her moves in the year they've known one another, even while he slept. The slightest breeze caressed his skin as her arm shot up. He didn't know why it caused him to react since the AC was on as well. He didn't know how he could discern between the two but it didn't matter.

Rock attacked!

Reaching blindly in the darkness, he managed to get a hold of her wrists, pushing them away from his general direction. Rock listened for one of her guns to go off any second now as both of them grunted, struggling to overpower one another but that didn't happen.

And this was NOT his ideal way to wake up!

"the hell-!" Her protest died as one second she was on top of him, gun cocked and aimed to kill him and the next, he was rolling them, wrestling with her with most of his strength concentrated on pinning her down and taking away her weapon and trying to not get killed in the process.

"Get off me, asshole!"

Blame it on the fact that he was a grouch when he woke up in the best of times, much less like this but Rock wasn't feeling very magnanimous or having any feelings like his usual rational understanding self; those were fresh out of his arsenal right now. This was his life that Revy insisted on causal batting about like a sadistic cat merrily playing with a mouse on a string.

I'm so sick and tired of this. Rock thought disgusted and annoyed and frustrated and a hundred other emotions too tangled up for him to identify right now but none of them were good, of this he was certain.

Breathing with effort after managing to pin her arms over her head with one of his as he tries to take her weapon away, Rock barked out;

"What the fuck is wrong with you, woman?! When is enough, enough for you?" He yelled in her face.

In the dark, he heard her labored breaths panting as she strained against his strength causing him to conclude that; "You're still not at a 100% yet you're trying to kill me!" More than a little irritated, he could feel the surge of a pissed off rant coming on, a verbal faucet about to go full blast. He wasn't a man prone to moan and bitch but this was just too much!

"If I was trying to kill you," Revy stated struggling against his hold, "we wouldn't be talking right now."

His brain registered the truth in that statement punctuated even more with the fact that her hands weren't holding on a weapon either. But his brain was also screaming in large thought letters- Fuck that!

"Do you actually think I'm going to believe that bullsh-!" his argument morphed into a surprised yell as the bed disappeared underneath them replaced by a short drop and a loud thud which held the quiet hostage for a second before Revy's moans of pain took over. He'd landed on top of her. Hard.

"Fuck! Ow!" she moaned when the sudden stop of hitting the tiles stopped them, "Fucking fuck, shit," she exclaimed, sobbingly grunting a few times as she futilely slapped and pushed at him to get off her. Which he did, just as the guilt of what happened registered fully in his head. That guilt was amplified tenfold since he was just thinking that Revy was faking her hurt because really- how painful can a fall from such a low height be? Then again he wasn't the one under his own weight. But it was much worse than that as he discovered as soon as he tried to get up.

In her struggles, Revy tried to push him off her by twisting her torso and by using one of her legs firmly planted on the bed as leverage but that backfired just as Rock rolled again just as she pushed. Determined to hold on to her, in case she tried to shoot him, Rock tucks his elbows under hers mimicking his knees which were under her legs with him squarely in between them. The force Revy used to heave him off her had worked, only in the chaos of their fall, one of his elbows landed dead center into her stomach.

Quickly, Rock jumped off her, releasing her hands and getting to his feet, immediately switching on the lights by the door. Mentally, he counted down the seconds until the next attack that was certain to come, would get up off the floor and run at him. During this time, his mind stayed fixated on the source for his paranoia which was simple- She was up to something. Not sure what that something was but...something! She was up to something. Why else would she be on top of him with a gun-(though he didn't find said gun in her hands while he had hers captured in his) in darkness? And as the lights revealed none of her weapons were near her either where they fell.

Nothing happened.

In fact, when the lights illuminated Revy's prone form- curled up naked in the fetal position, she had one of her hands reactively wrapped over her stomach and her head was tucked between her knees. He watched as she tried to get up and failed. Rock didn't think, he just reacted. Rushing to kneel beside her, he scoops her into his arms- studiously ignoring her weak protests to let her go. Maybe it was his guilt for causing her harm that disarmed him from the stranglehold of his paranoia which had wrapped around his mind or the insistent feelings he wasn't supposed to have that makes him obsequious regarding her welfare.

Or maybe I'm an idiot.

But whatever it was, it didn't matter, Rock decided as he sat on the bed feeling dazed, back against the wall with the pillow cushioning the sting from his bruise. Which made him wonder;

What the hell is wrong with me?

She's a bully with psycho tendencies. If he'd met her ten years ago or even five years ago, he would have done everything in his power to stay the hell away from her. What's changed since then? What's made him so brave to grow enough temerity to wrap someone like her between his arms like he was right now? Essentially, an assassin was seated in his lap, naked, while he soothingly rubbed her back up and down with one palm, while the other hand alternated between rubbing her exposed upper arm and squeezing it gently, hissing soft bursts of "shh, shh, shh" between his teeth. Rokuro,' the coward' as he was called by his school mates among other colorful adjectives, 'the guy who never fights back', the man who hated violence and all it's many faces' was tucking a murder's head against his chest while he rested his chin on the top of her head, kissing her hairline a few times as a silent apology for hurting her? He suppressed a snort as he absently wondered what his bully school mates would make of that. Hells, he wasn't completely sure what to make of it. Today must be a day for novelty. Surprising still, was how acquiescent Revy was being as he did these things.

Must be the pain. That must have already subsided by now.

He had questions, of course. Questions that needed urgent answers which he listed in his mind as he continues to soothe her;

What the hell am I doing? Why in the name of God, would you wake me up like that, naked and on top of me?

He thought of an absolutely absurd answer for that question that nearly endangered him of laughing out loud in this very uncomedic situation, it was so ridiculous. He rejected it immediately because there was just no way that would happen, not even in his wildest dreams. He couldn't picture Revy, as sexy as she was and beautiful, if she ever stopped wearing that scowl and learned how to smile genuinely, as a seductress. Her pride was too high for that role.

Like I said, absurd.

On with the mental inquiry.

Do you have any idea how very thin my control is considering that it's been a very, very long time since I've had sex and that was before you broke in and stirred me up? What do you want from me, Revy? What is wrong with you?

His boxers felt uncomfortable on his waist but he'd have to endure that until he could haul them up to his ass.

If you're not going to be with me then why do all of this shit? How about just leaving if you weren't going to kill me then and forgetting any of this ever happened?

Yeah, he had questions.

From their vantage point, his eyes had a spectacular view of her sun-kissed breasts. Watching their rhythmic up and down motion with wrapped interest had the effect of heating his blood. In his defense, he was caught off guard, disoriented and not to mention rudely awaken so his manners were delayed as his brain couldn't register anything other than 'last chance to look your fill' and she wasn't looking at him to see where his eyes were locked on to anyway. For a long silent moment, he admired her feminine attributes which offset the worst of his anger and kept his guilt for elbowing her in the gut at bay. Tits can do that to a man. Nice tits are even more problematic and Revy's are better than just nice.

So fucking hypnotic. He thought, wanting to suck them again, to have his way inside this woman in his arms until they both only had the strength to breathe. Yes. He'd boldly declared how much he no longer wanted her and had managed to fall asleep after forcing his mind into focusing on nothing else but sleeping. It wasn't easy but he has his pride too.

Still...

Why is she behaving so well? It was as if...as if...,

Rock bit back a curse. She's challenging me knowing full well that she doesn't want me! His pissed off thought made him inhale a deep breath before setting her off him. The fact that he didn't fling her off him was a testament to his manners and his reasoning returning. What woman willingly sits on a man's lap, naked no less, and not expect that he wouldn't make a pass at her? Rock could read signs and she was asking, no, pushing him to start something when she didn't want anything to do with him.

"Stop toying with me, Revy," Rock said angrily. He swang his legs over the edge of the bed then bowed his head over his knees and he scrubbed his hands over his face; stretching it as far as it would go for a second while exhaling a long breath. About to explode into yells of frustration and anger

"What are you talking about?" She asked feinting ignorance. That pissed Rock off even further. The verbal rant he sensed before returning with his unbridled emotions.

He rounded on her, twisting the sheets under him, eyes piercing into hers, "Since you can't be honest with yourself, let me be frank," Rock voiced earnestly, tension rolling off him like a tide, " If your objective is not for us to fuck then put your clothes on and leave."

"Excuse me?" Revy asked softly, dangerously. Their eyes never wavering from one another.

"You heard me," Rock said defiantly, rising to his feet and walking a little distance from her, nowhere in particular, just away from Revy. "I'm used to being unwanted, I know what the signs look like, ok! So quit challenging me! Quit experimenting with my self-control. I have my pride, its true and a healthy sense of right and wrong but I'm not interested in being your toy to play with until I break. I won't let you turn me into something that meets your fucked up mental expectations, so go home!"

"That's the third time today you've dismissed me, no forth time" Revy corrected herself after a thought. He didn't miss the subtle stretch of her right hand towards his pillow. "Like some common two-dollar dockside whore," the look in her eyes told him more than her words did but it also infuriated him.

"Goddamn it Revy, I'm a man!" He said explosively, " and you're not helpless little Rebecca Lee any longer who doesn't know what the world is like."

"I don't need you to tell me that." She bristled, jumping off the bed and storming up to him, violence in her eyes and he fought to keep his eyes in hers. Distracted with her bouncing tits and all but he was angry, way too angry

"No? Then why are we having this conversation?!" Rock shot back looking down at the shorter woman, "You don't want me, I get it," Rock said acknowledging the rejection. It stung like all rejections did but it would go away, fade into his memory. You can't do anything about burnt ashes. "Yet you wake me up naked and on top of me when you have no intention of following through? You parade around me so comfortably in nothing, showing me everything that you know I want from you though you're not willing to give it me? I don't make a habit of talking to naked women I don't intend to bed. I'm not dead and I'm a fucking fool so don't try to make one of me! And since it's been a long fucking time since I've last had a woman, make no fucking mistake, the ice is thin, Revy!" He sneered the words out at her. "And my resistance is cracking, especially with these games you play! So tell me! Answer me this, what else can I do but dismiss you if I'm not going to force you to my bed?" He finished almost in a growl.

She said nothing, just regarded him silently and he had no idea what she was thinking. He didn't care as long as she leaves. He passed her, bumping his shoulder into hers on his way to his side of the bed to sit on the edge of it. He adjusted the waistband of his boxers before he sat down again after feeling the deep V of his pelvis and noticing the patch of black hair peeping out over wrinkled bounder. Revy's clothes were laid out opposite his side, her little shorts and her tank top, panties. Why couldn't she had just put them on and leave? The embarrassment of what he just revealed to Revy about being celibate for a long time was creeping into him and Rock felt like he wanted to disappear into the ground. What man does that by choice? At least he didn't blabber about just how long since he'd last fucked. Rock turned his head away, back to the wall channel. The mixture of emotions churning in his gut made Rock feel like he was floating in a red soup of anger and shame and pent up frustration all in one big pathetic pot.

After what felt like hours, he heard footsteps as Revy silently approached his side of the bed. Rock took a deep breath.

What now? He wondered stoically resigned and bracing himself.

He would have preferred to hear the door slam but then he felt the bed dip behind him. Rock continued to turn his head away. Other movements followed, more dips in the bed; closer, closer. He refused to look at her, his lips thinned with his frustration. Then he felt her hand touch the center of his back, tentatively at first as if testing a surface and a strong urge to get up and away from her burned in him and he was about to when he felt the sensual touch of her nipples pressing up against the skin of his back and anchoring his ass to the bed. Rock grew very still, barely even breathing as her breasts followed suit. There was a sting of pain from his bruise where her breasts were rubbing against it but that only added to the sweet concoction she brewed just by touching him like this.

Starving without knowing that he was, for a touch like this.

Without his permission, a sigh of pleasure betrayed him. That feels so good. Rock had to close his eyes, his teeth biting into his bottom lip, refusing to say anything out loud. Then Revy dipped her head and started kissing the junction at his neck, slowly, sweetly even then she started sucking on the pale skin there, hard! A red mark was sure to form there, a hickey to remind him of this act for days to come. Rock tilted his head unconsciously giving her more access, unable to resist making a rumbling sound in his throat. Feeling her insistent sexy lips doing this to him, Rock couldn't help imagining her sucking other parts of his body,

My tongue, my finger, my cock.

He could almost feel her soft sweet lips around his cock head, sucking so insistently as she was now on his neck, the tip of her tongue working the slit. The pink crown disappearing between her lips, traveling over her tongue as she took him into her mouth. Not many women were agreeable to that and he would never presume to ask Revy or anyone for that but just the thought and his nails found the mattress, biting into it as a surge of pleasure rippled through him, setting his blood aflame. The wave contorted his face in a mask and Rock cry out in a whisper,

"Revy, " he groaned in helplessly even as curious anger shifted something inside him and a small warning went off in his mind. Though he wanted to ignore it, though he wanted to melt into this, he couldn't. Not with such a fresh memory of her backing out before in his head, not after she'd piqued his interest to point of mindlessness only to leave him battered and bruised with blue balls.

He took a deep controlling breath that shuddered out through his nostrils. In one quick motion, Rock reached for her, pulling her around into his lap, spreading her smooth thighs open over him. Revy gasped, surprised at the sudden change in position, her breaths warm on his chin.

"Look at me," He tried to make his tone sound grave but it came out sounding more like a man under the crushing weight of defeat. Regardless, he needed to find the answers to the questions in his head in her eyes. Is this pity? Or another play? Another pretense?

So help them both God if that is the case!

Whether it was out of stubbornness to do as he asked or shyness- the latter was as impossible to believe in Rock's mind as God was real to Revy-he had to crook a finger under her chin, to raise her face to look into her eyes unknowingly holding his breath until he had to feed oxygen to his brain.

"What?" Revy whispered, she wasn't wearing her customary scowl instead what he saw was the desire of a woman investing herself in this moment with him. Rock swallowed hard. How he's needed that look from someone for so long and though he burned to empty himself inside her, spending everything in a moment of hot sex, he vowed right here and now, that he wouldn't cheapen this between them. In answer to her question, Rock covered her lips, kissing her with a passion he'd thought long deaden inside him. After all the betrayals, one in particular that had set him on his long celibate path, he'd let Revy have this side of him as their tongues duel it out while he pulled them up further on the bed. Once he settled in the center of the bed, his hands found her ass and squeeze as he ground his increasing size against her core slow and hard which produced a moan in his mouth from Revy. There was a growing slippery heat on the cotton his boxers as she grew wet for him compounding his decision.

"Fuck," She breathed in between kisses quivering in his arms.

"I intend to," He quipped making his intentions clear, no backing out this time. That earned him a sexy grin. "Come here," Rock commanded, his breath mingling with hers as he pulled her down with him. He kept her on top as his head found a pillow to rest on while he admired the tantalizing view of Revy's breasts dangling inches from his mouth. Using one of his hands, he reached up then nip one impudent nipple with his teeth before sucking it outright.

He groaned and she shook over him, mew sounds escaping her open mouth as she rocks her hips over him uncontrollable.

Breathlessly, she told him, "Suck, that's it. Ah! Yes! hmmm!"

Giving her no quarter, he reached one finger under her ass to slip it inside her already slippery core and she jerked in his grasp as he prodded her channel in and out, before increasing the number of digits to two. Rock turned his attention the other nipple and was rewarded with bucking hips undulating slowly around his touch.

"Jeee-sus Christ", He drawled out shakily, releasing his hold on her breasts to rest his face in their valley, breathing hard as he fought down the urge to not replace his fingers with his cock. While it would feel like heaven to cool his aching shaft inside her trembling little hole, Rock knew he could tear her if he wasn't careful with his size and if he allows his impatience to persuade him. Yet he found himself fitfully dragging his boxers off with one hand, planting his heels firmly on the bed as he lifted his hips while balancing on one elbow with Revy's weight on top of him before successfully kicking them off; uncaring were they landed

"Don't want anything between us," Rock explained breathlessly when he emerged from between her breasts to resume their furious kissing match. He stopped himself from halfway to her sweet lips when he caught a glimpse of worry as he searched her eyes. He didn't want to stand on ceremony like the last time but he had to reassure her.

"It's hot and throbbing," She said in a small voice sounding a little scared but trying to be brave. His cock had sprung free, happy to be released from its cotton prison and now it rested against Revy's thigh, waiting hungrily in anticipation.

"Yeah," Rock whispered back nodding understandingly, "I'm very excited, " Propping up on one elbow, he completed his journey to her lip, whispering against her mouth as he began the kiss, "but it doesn't bite, I promise."

She jerked back her head, brows furrowing. "How do you know? You can't guarantee anything,"

Rock pursed his lips, eyebrows arched before smiling coquettishly at her, "it's never bitten my hand before,"

That did it!

Revy snorted before laughter took over her expression, it touched her brown eyes and Rock couldn't contain himself any longer, he kissed her smiling lips, wrapping her in his arms; her breasts to his chest, helplessly enthralled with this broken woman. Fitting, since he, himself, was also a broken man.

They were both panting by the time the kiss end. They'd switched positions with Rock now on top and Revy looking up at him. He couldn't help subtly thrusting his hips against her, needing this, wanting this so much from her. He was ready. Damnit, he was too ready!

He nibbed at her jawline, "do you want the lights off?"

"No," Revy answer still breathless from their intense kisses.

"Good," Rock whispered, patroling one of her earlobes with the tip his tongue and making her shiver under him,

"Jesus, fuck, what you can do with your tongue," Revy exclaims sounding awed as reached for his asscheeks and squeezed them, sending his hips into a frantic buck against her folds, his heart rate escalating along with his body heat. Damnit, he was going cum like this.

"Revy," Rock voice was hoarse and ragged in his own ears. He sat up on folded legs, opening her legs more to accept him before dragging down her toward him, aligning their bodies as he crouched over her again. A measure of fear flashed over her eyes as she glances between him and his equipment hovering and pulsating just inches from her entrance. The head red and swollen. Rock watched as she swallowed and took a breath to steel herself. He bit his bottom lip, unsure if what he was about to do would be wise in getting him what he believes they both wanted but...

"Darling," Rock began soothingly, reaching for her hand with one of his and giving it a little squeeze, pulling her attention to his face when her eyes lingered between them for too long and not with lust but trepidation, he pulled her hand towards them until her fingers were wrapped around his shaft lightly. Revy gave him a confused look.

"Rock, what are you?" She began stroking him, maybe thinking that's he wanted. Rock had stayed her hand before he spilled his seed and embarrass himself.

This might be harder than I thought.

"You're in charge, Beck," Rock struggled against the blinding urge thrust and cum in her soft palm. Beating it back with sheer will power wasn't easy. Not when he wanted nothing more than to breach her core and push until he was buried snug deep in her slick glove. He desperately tried to ignore that thought without little success. His breaths became shallowed as he fought an internal battle, the outcome in doubt as urges assaulted him.

"What?" Revy asked still confused.

"Put me inside you," Rock said in a strained whisper. He refused to look away from her eyes. The icy breeze from the ac kissing the sweat on his back, his arms shaking as Revy held him gently in her grasp,

" This time you're behind the wheel."