Revy...
He can fuck. So what? Revy thought, smoking her second cigarette contentedly in bed after she and Rock just completed their third round of incredible sex. The best she'd had so far. She was no schoolgirl hiking her skirts up behind the gym, panties pulled to the side for some horny teenage boy to slide to home base but damn if Rock didn't have her not knowing up from down right now.
What did all of what happened between them make them now?
By the time they were done, the bed was on the opposite side of the room and they were laying on the floor opposite the bed with Revy collapse on top of Rock; her head on his chest, ear pressed close listening to his heart thundering, both of them heaving for breath, limbs tangled as they bask in the afterglow of climaxing together.
The first few times she tried to get up and walk ended in instant failure as her knees wobbled then gave way under her body weight. And no, she wasn't reliving what had happened to her earlier. Her legs had fallen asleep thanks to Rock fucking her and himself to simultaneous climaxes with her back pinned against the wall with his body weight, her hands locked around his neck for additional support as he kept her floating, literally; his forearms hooked under her knees as he palms her ass while he rams her pussy in and out, hitting her spots over and over. With his hips grinding, and her pussy was loving every thrust he gave, Revy confirmed in her mind that she's never been this wet for this long before.
Usually sex, on the sparse occasions she engaged in it, became a nuisance if she fucks for too long or she'd get bored with her partner. By then her pussy loses enthusiasm and starts drying out. With Rock though? She didn't care if she woke up the entire building with the way he fucked her. He made her feel so good especially when he lost control, which, crazily enough, is the thing she'd been dreading, was what she enjoyed most of all. She liked that she had that effect on him, that she could make him switch to Japanese uncontrollably, feeling him shudder against her as he begins to lose it. It thrilled her to no end to know that she makes him do these things. Because of her. That realization was like a drug to her system.
But what surprised Revy the most was in their second round.
She'd made a fuss about Rock cumming inside her that first time because she had to say something. Not only because she didn't plan on getting the preggers ever or catching whatever Rock had from his slumming but she's always associate the act with revolution. Flashes would come back to her from that morning in the shower after she'd climb back into her bathroom and found that pig's cold jizz draining from her body onto her panties if she dared think on it. It felt different this time though. This time, when Rock pulled out in their second round, fist-fucking his cock about to cum, a sense of frosty emptiness came over her just from him extricating himself from her body, and her legs immediately locked at the ankles around the small of his back keeping him close. Revy was surprised to hear her lips desperately telling him, "no, no, inside, baby! Inside!"
With a curse, Rock forced himself to stop. Squeezing the tip of the head tight enough for her to see the cords in his biceps even in the pitiful street light. The effort illuminated on his face to control himself was so pussy-wetting-sexy. Which was saying something, wasn't it? Her appetite for sex, sexual stimulation, or genuine curiosity had been cut down to a numbed stump that it was so rare and so brief when it happened to her body, it was an afterthought by the time she cared enough paid attention. She didn't even feel anything much when she watches porn.
Now?
A delicious shiver ran through her body and her pussy spasm for a few seconds recalling what Rock did to her after that. Come to think of it, that's how she got pinned to the wall in the first place. Fuel by some indignation at having his climax interrupted, he made her pay for it when he lifted her suddenly against him, and the next second, Revy only felt cool concrete touching her sweat-slick back. She listened as the legs of the bed protested scrapingly against the tiles as Rock wedged himself and her between it and the wall. He fucked her 'til her tits bounced that time. Making her eyes rolled to the back of her head in a futile attempt to locate her brain.
Her nipples even now were tightening with the anticipation of being touched again by Rock's fingers or his talented tongue. Revy ignored them and her greedy pussy. For all its bluster, she knew she couldn't take another round from Rock right now and she had a feeling she would be sore in a few hours and why wouldn't she be? She'd cum multiply times under Rock's fingers, and while riding his face, and his cock. Was fucking a man supposed to be this intense and enjoyable? She never had it so good with a woman. Or was it because it was Rock and all the things he'd done before entering into her body, that made her feel comfortable in her own skin? Unlike other times, she wasn't preoccupied with thoughts of why her partner was shooting cagey glances at her guns or why they had a knife the length of her forearm, stashed under their pillow. How can she think like that when the man in question toasted her fucking guns back in her face like it didn't matter?
She wasn't saying Rock skills at fucking baptized her anxieties or some shit like that. She wasn't gonna start whoring on wholesale because of this one night between them.
Tonight between us, huh? Revy ponders in her mind space, her body sated and relaxed, the question still dogged in her head. What the hell are we now?
Lovers? Friends? Official members of the former kidnapper and kidnappee fuck buddies Stockholms club? She didn't have a clue what to call this...thing between her and Rock.
Sure, she wanted, no, craved, being in bed with him again. He'd made her feel so whole, filled, and satisfied for the first time in...well ever. Were they boyfriend and girlfriend now because they have good chemistry between the sheets, on the kitchen counter, against the wall? And if she'd followed her first mind, she would have taken up his offer to join him for a shower where Rock would have no doubt taken her in the shower because as he admitted in the throes when she was riding him like she was born and bred in Texas, "you have the only pussy in the world that I wanna fuck at every opportunity,"
She could hear the water running from his hot shower, inhaled deeply of Irish Spring freshness wafting into the room, meandering with her smokey exhales mixed well to give a pleasant scent to the place. Calming, soothing. Fuck! She feels so fucking serene right now it was making her feel like she should be paranoid.
Unfortunately, she couldn't muster up the usual suspects to give her the freedom of paranoia. Ragged nerves? Gone. Feeling of yawning emptiness deep inside? Fucked away!
Maybe it will be back later when all of this blows up in my face. Revy reasoned with a shrug, not so uneducated of what the protocol was for these things. Not every fairytale ends with a sunset no matter how out of her element she felt at the moment. This is Roanapurr for fuck's sake.
When she'd kidnapped Rock, she had nothing like this in mind to happen between them. She didn't even take notice that Rock was good looking until Edda started dropping horny comments and flirting with her property. Only then did she started getting territorial.
So now what? She couldn't help the thoughts of uncertainty floating lethargically about her brain because really, when was the last time she's ever felt happy, even remotely close to this kind of happy and something bad didn't happen in the middle to ruin everything?
Why am I still sitting here anyway? Waiting for Rock to come out of the shower like a good little doggy? She suddenly felt something akin to an urge to run but torn in the middle to stay sit cold like a stone in her stomach. Needless to say, it was not a little complicated.
Was she teenage crushing on him or something?
She shook that thought from her head, reassuring herself that whether she wanted to leave or stay is a hundred percent her prerogative.
Yeah. That had nothing to do with Rock. She's still her own person and no amount of good fucking was going to change that.
That being said though, the fact that she recognizes what she feels, actually fucking identifying it as happiness made her take an extra-long drag on her cigarette. It's been so damn long since she'd experience something like this that it scared her to bask in this feeling warming her up from the inside. It was markedly different from getting a shit load of cash or doing things for shits and giggles or even beating the crap out of some cocky uppity son of bitch that ran his mouth too much. This feeling didn't have the Roanapurr cesspool stink on it. This was just her and for her and she liked it. She likes it a lot.
The sound of the water died and Revy could hear Rock's wet footsteps coming down the passage towards the bedroom a few moments later. For some reason she couldn't put her finger on, her heartbeats quickened like she was anticipating an attack coming, only not at all like that. She suddenly felt like she was nervous which was fucking stupid. Why would she be nervous because of Rock?
Again she reminded herself; So fucking what if Rock fucked like he's on steroids? So what if he made me come at every round half out of my mind?
It didn't mean shit. Really, it didn't! So she shouldn't be feeling all warm and cozy inside just from hearing him coming closer and closer to her. And for damn sure, her heart wasn't supposed to be hammering against her ribcage like she was in lo-... in-in-in strong like with Rock. She wasn't.
So what the hell?!
Rock strode into the room all wet from his shower, droplets of water racing down from his well-developed torso, melted into his towel.
All this time that's what those white office shirts kept hidden. Revy found herself thinking then cursed at herself for thinking it.
His jet black hair was tousled and only a towel wrapped about his waist kept him from being completely naked. He smells like a real man should, woodsy with a crisp bit of evergreen and that had her inhaling deeply as if she wanted to stamp that fresh-out-of-the-shower-Rock smell inside her body to remember it for future reference because really, what were they now?
"Made the call for me?" Rock asked absentmindedly as he searched for scattered pieces of his clothing flung in different directions. A thumb kept the tucked end in the towel from slipping off and showing her everything.
Was he suddenly shy now after all they've done together? Or was he being respectful to her out of courtesy?
About the time they were catching their breaths, Rock's stomach let out a loud grumbling protest drawing both their attentions. Rock signed pantingly, "you wouldn't happen to know the number of any delivery service with some strong protections from the multi-gangs everywhere in Roanapurr, would you?" he asked breathlessly.
Rock pulled the marina over his head then hauled his boxers up just as the towel dropped to the floor, but not after revealing to her a satisfying peak. She never thought she'd think of a man's penis as sexy. Rock has a sexy ding dong. Slightly curved at the top and hung with just the right combo of width and length to impress any woman even when flaccid. Revy found herself unconsciously biting her bottom lip, a titillating tingle ran from her belly to her vagina at the sight.
Inward shake. Deep breath for calm. Exhale. She dragged her eyes to look at something else, "Yeah," she responded, relieved that her answer came out evenly.
Rock reached for his first cigarette from her pack since they got up from the floor. He patted the bed of rumpled sheets searching for the lighter before Revy held out her hand, her thumb on the lid. Rock leaned towards her and Revy flipped the top of the lighter igniting the orange-blue flame. The cigarette end burned away the white paper, creeping up the length and glowing red as Rock inhaled, closing his eyes as he did so. The moment lasted less than a second but it felt stretched somehow to Revy, her breaths getting hooked in her throat as she watched him.
Was he always this handsome?
Long jet lashes fanned his lids, damp bangs brushing his pale forehead, those firm lips held his cigarette as secure as they did her nipples, her lips, and her clit.
"Revy?" Rock voice sounded puzzled,
Revy blinked up at him, "What?" she grunted caught a little off guard, and feeling a twinge irked at the interruption to her thoughts.
"The lighter," he said looking at the thing pointedly, one brow cocked questionably.
She nearly cursed when she noticed the thing was still lit between her fingers, her hand still posed in the same way after Rock moved away from the flame. She flipped the lid back on with her thumb and with a click, doused the fire.
Rock was observing her with dark eyes she knew missed nothing. The man might be slow in the art of some things but he learns damn quickly. Before he could start the inquiry, Revy spoke up, attempting a casual demeanor to dropped the unspoken subject out of desperation.
"I rang up Errol's," Revy continued from where they left off, putting her lighter away, hoping to show no signs that she was flustered by him. She shouldn't be but her body and parts of her mind were making strong arguments she was failing to contradict. Her voice at least, sounded like she's cool, calm, and collected after being fucked so thoroughly by this man, after sharing her body with him. The first man she'd ever done that with of her own free will. So what was the protocol here?
Spending a few thoughts coming up with fuck-all to her question, Revy did what Revy did best in an uncertain situation, she acted unconcerned. "They owe me a favor so I'm collecting on it. They'll be here in ten minutes. And the food is pretty decent for the price." She added a bit more hastily than she would've liked. A little out of character but whatever.
"Thank you," Rock told her evenly but his eyes were still watching her every move even when he sounded so damn casual.
Roanpurr is rubbing off on him. Revy thought torn between admiration and sadness. But it couldn't be helped, could it? Stay in one place too long and you become a product of your environment.
Rock nodded before laying crossway down on the bed, his face just a few inches from the soles of her feet, fingers holding his cigarette a lofted over to the side for the ashes to drop on the tile. "The way I'm hungry right now, they could deliver shit covered in sauce, my tongue wouldn't know the difference,"
Revy snorted smoke through her nostrils. It was especially funny recalling how she scored on his food -really, it was just fruits- earlier while he slept exhausted and oblivious to her presence in his apartment.
Then a thought occurred to her,
If he can fuck like this when he's starving, what the hell will he be like when he's at 100%?
Rock extending his hand to her snapped her out of her musings. "Pack," he ordered.
Revy knitted her brows at him, "you already have one in your hand," she pointed out indignantly,
"I don't want another cigarette," Rock assured her softly.
Trusting him, she pushed her crushed box of cigarettes into his hand then watched as he ground the red end of his into the side of the box.
Rock...
"You don't have to feel flustered around me, Revy," Rock said allowing few seconds to pass, stretching the silence between them. He knew asking her if she felt flustered by him outright, even with the evidence clear as day in front of them, is the surest way to ensure that she will deny knowing what he was talking about.
"What the fuck are you talking about? Why would I feel flustered around you?"
See, she still did it. He thought wryly, holding back a grin at how squeaky and startling her voice sounded just now.
"Look," Rock announced firmly over Revy's spluttering, "I'm not sure what we are or where we go from here or even if there is a from here for us."
"What?" Revy barked out, ready to plunge into an argument based on what she thought he was going to say.
"Let me finish," Rock interrupted easily, sitting up with both hands in the 'I come in peace' gesture.
"Alright," Revy said grudgingly after a few seconds of contemplation, deciding to indulge him but eyeing him warily.
Taking a foot in a hand, Rock started massaging Revy sole and ankles. He'd missed doing things like these with someone he'd been so thoroughly intimate with. He misses being thoroughly intimate. To his surprise, Revy didn't protest or withdraw from his impromptu massage. She just sat there taking his measure and waiting for him to explain. "I would hate it if I started believing that we are something more than what we've been," Rock began carefully, looking straight into her eyes, his hands staying busy, "and I'm the only one standing on that platform,"
"You've been inside me, Rock," Revy stated like she was talking to Roanapurr's biggest dummy, "how can we possibly be what we were before? We weren't fucking before."
"No," Rock cut in patiently, his voice clear and conversational, "but we're fucking now,"
"You don't get to decide that," The sharpness from the tone rippling from those words could slice metal. "I'm the one that makes the last call on that. You don't have any free pass to this pussy, you hear me."
Rock rolled his eyes at her, "that will always be your choice, Beck" Rock said seriously and trying to keep his emotions in check, "or haven't I made that clear enough?"
Revy knitted her brows at him in confusion, "so what are you going on about?" frustration in her voice.
"Again, let me finish," Rock repeated with emphasis.
Revy waved him on huffily, "fine," she said with a careless arch of her brows.
Rock opened his mouth to finish his explanation when a knock at the door interrupted what he was about to say. They both looked at each other, both thinking the same thing,
Has it been ten minutes already?
Revy grabbed her gun from under the pillow, her foot sliding out of Rock's open hands, then hopping off the bed. Checking her ammo, Revy slides the mag out before pushing it up with the full clip back in with practiced ease. She was wearing only her panties and her tank top. Rock could feel the tension escalate in the room as the seconds ticked on.
Following Revy's lead just like when they were in the field on a delivery, he stuck to her close but not too much to get in her way as they went to the door.
The door has a traditional peaking hole to check who was there. Instead of using that method, Revy put the nuzzle of the gun at the hole, trigger finger at the ready, then use the crack at the threshold to watch her target.
Revy lifted her chin to Rock signaling him to answer the door.
"Who is it?" Rock asks making his voice calm and even. God! The fact that he could be calm and even in a situation where a loaded gun was inches from his face spoke volumes of how far he's come from a 'normal' life.
"Errol's food delivery, man," an anxious young male's voice said from the other side of the door, "this better not be some prank," Rock heard the voice muttering through the wood barrier, "these upscale neighborhood don't mean shit when it comes to my ass getting capped."
Rock glanced at Revy again, who didn't relax her gun from the peeping hole but some of the tension had eeked out as the person spoke. He could see recognition in her eyes as she picked up on the voice.
Did he glimpse a flash of irritation in those pools as well?
Seeing no reason to keep the young man waiting any longer, Rock undid the chain locks then open the door halfway, keeping one knee behind the door to keep it from swinging open.
The look of surprise that greeted him slowly morphed into disappointment then curiosity set in the freckled framed face of a brown-haired tanned local.
"How much?"Rock prompted impatiently, keen to get to the task of shoveling the food down his gut. He'd grabbed his wallet on his way out of the bedroom just in case.
"Where's Two Hands?" the man asked suddenly in a conspiratorial excited whisper instead of answering his question. The way he spoke, you would think the walls had ears growing from them, and in this case, they did and a loaded gun. "She ain't here, is she?" he said tipping on his toes, attempting to see around Rock into his apartment. "She made the call right and she ain't here? That's fucked up, you know." He expressed, hugely annoyed at not getting whom he expected.
Rock's brows knitted in suspicion. He'd already scanned if the hallway was clear when he opened the door so what was this little pimple asking him about Revy's whereabouts for? Rock kept his eyes trained on the man's hands just in case he tries something. He knew Revy was watching the man's movement through the crack at the hinge as well. Her fingers were probably twitching right now.
"How much?" Rock repeated, the words dropping like bricks with emphasis, a bit of territorial growl inking his voice. He looked the man dead in the eyes. He couldn't put his finger on it but Rock felt irritated just from how this man inquired about Revy. He tried to calm down. Telling himself that there was nothing for him to be worked up about. He was hungry after all and now that he could smell the food, his stomach and his annoyance were ramping up with every second he stood on ceremony.
Picking up that his question wasn't going to be answered, the younger man handed the bags of take-out to Rock, "Hey, hey, hey," the tanned man lifted his now empty hands and smiled impishly, "I'm just making friendly talk here, man to man, you know? I mean, you know her right? Seen you two together round before, on errands and shit," he continued the one-sided conversation oblivious to Rock's mood and the itch in Revy's trigger finger.
Rock looped his hand through the plastic bag's handles then opened one side of his wallet to take the cash out. The bastard was yet to tell him the price for the food and he was playing around with the idea of what would happen if he slammed the door in his freckled face without paying him. If there's one thing with a powder keg city like Roanapurr, you don't want to piss off the wrong sort of people just waiting for a reason to be pissed off.
What happened to delivery men that delivered, took the money, and shut up?
"13.20 by the way," the man finally remembered to tell him the price just as Rock put his free hand on the door going with plan 'slammed face'.
Reaching into his wallet for the cash to get rid of the man. He found a 20, about to hand it to the guy when he opened his mouth again.
"I gotta tell you, just between us, guys, you know," the man leaned in closer whispering and Rock's fingers tightened on his wallet thinking that this chattiness was just a distraction to swipe at it. You never know in Roanapurr. "She fucking gets me cock-up every time I see her, you know? Those fucking tits man! He exclaimed, demonstrating Revy's breasts with open palms extended over his chest, "that tight ass in those jeans cut-offs," he made a 'brrr' shuddering noise then shook entire his body in some mock animalistic delay of attraction, hissing in air through his teeth. "mmm, mmm" the man exclaimed, unaware of the object of his confession was right behind the door, "man, I tell you, that bitch can piss in my face any day of the week, you know?" he continues dazedly, taking the money from Rock, "Just let me lick that clit right after, you know?" he grinned nastily as if he was imagining doing that right there and then to Revy.
Rock was not sure if he should feel disgusted, angry, or just sorry for the man especially with Revy listening to all this.
"You hear that Revy?" Rock suddenly called loud enough to snap the idiot of his rivalry. The man's eyes darted frantically as fast as a rabbit sensing a predator. Blue eyes jumped left and right even going up on his toes again to see over Rock's head. He tried to poke his head through the door but Rock won't let him. Not after hearing all of that and Revy in only her panties and tank top. The idea to punch the man in his face was tantalizing but this was way better. "You Know here," Rock said talking to Revy, "wants to lick the piss off your clit," Rock remarked sneeringly. He didn't think his voice had ever been this icy before.
"H-h-hey man, c-c-come on!" You Know stuttered, and Rock thought he might shit his pants if Revy came from behind or just clear her throat for that matter. He didn't want this little vermin to see her as she was right now, as satisfying to his ego as that would be because nothing shuts a man down faster than knowing he just confessed to the man that's fucking the woman he wants. Rock believes the tanned freckled-face man had enough sick masturbation fodder of his Beck as it was.
Revy didn't say anything, contented to keep up the rouse that kept the bastard sweating, or maybe she was ashamed of anybody knowing that she was with him. That created a pang that he shouldn't feel which had the effect of dousing his ego properly. Looking at You Know holding his hand with the twenty-dollar bill to his chest and repeatedly muttering "Jesus Christ! Jesus Christ! Don't scare me like that man." And from an objective point of view, he realized that he was just like him. Not disgustingly so but before tonight, he'd wanted to know what being with her was like. Masturbated over it countless nights, too. Did he believe for a second that Revy wanted them to be together? Did he really just believe a few minutes ago that she considered the possibility of them?
I thought we agreed to not fall of own tricks, Rokuro. He thought bitterly.
"Keep the change," Rock said about to close the door and feeling less triumphant than he thought he would feel when he slammed the door in his face.
"W-w-w-wait," the man said desperately, "you, you, y-you're not gonna tell her right?" the man stumbled over his words, his face sweating, "I mean, you know, this was just between us men." he shrugged awkwardly, the twenty-dollar bill clutched in his clammy palm, "You know, just locker room talk,"
"Just between us men," Rock said giving him an indulgent look and the idiot nodded and smiled back at him emphatically, Rock leaned in closer, the door handle gripped in his free hand, "does this look like a locker room to you?" he asked rhetorically, before slamming the door in his face.
Revy was smiling at him when he turned to her. "What?"
She pursed her lips at him, "thought you were gonna punch that asshole in the face."
"The thought crossed my mind," he replied casually, walking over to the kitchen counter.
"But you didn't,"
"You sound proud of that," Rock grumbled absently, opening the boxes of food and inhaling the delicious aroma, his mouth started salivating instantly despite the disgusting service the food was delivered with.
"Who knows what I am," she said vaguely, sauntering over to the kitchen counter to join him, putting the gun down next to her while taking one of the food boxes. Before she sat down, his eyes looked up from the food for a moment and landed on her in her French-cut panties, appreciating all of her.
It's a crime that anything is that sexy. Rock was thinking before his stomach and his hungry snapped his attention back to reality with an embarrassingly loud growl. Out of habit, he turned his face away.
"What you waiting for? An invitation?" Revy asked grabbing a food box and ripping the plastic fork out of the seal. A second later her mouth half full of spicy curried rice, and barbequed pork.
So Rock took the chair next to her and without further delay, stuffed his mouth full of food.
Revy...
It felt strange to have dinner with someone after sex, like a revised date. Wasn't the sex supposed to be after? In her experience, if there was an after sex anything, it would concern her taking a shower, getting her clothes, and getting out. She'd slap her bitch on the ass on her way out or squeeze a tit then promise her with the usual 'she'll call when she calls' which was seldom. Unless she enjoyed the head she got. But that too was rarely. For the most part, she'd finished up herself when she got home, petting herself until she orgasms. She wouldn't need to pet herself tonight when she got home she realized.
When the food was consumed, Revy took a shower thinking that she was ready to leave. She couldn't figure out what they were and the conversation she and Rock started and end when the food came would be awkward to bring up again. She figured a little space was bound to help her sort this shit out rather than clinging to what's not there.
Rock was watching her again with an unreadable expression as she came into the bedroom looking for her clothes, which was kinda stupid, she could have just as easily carried them to the bathroom with her and changed there.
"Leaving?" He asked suddenly after she picked up her shorts off the floor.
"Why would I stay?" she pitched queryingly.
"What if I asked you to?" he countered, puffing on his cigarette, his back against the wall, sitting on the bed under the AC.
"Listen," Revy glared at him out of the corner of her eye, "I ain't one of those bitches that'll do as you say because you can give a good fuck. I wanna go? I'll go. I wanna stay? I'll stay. Make sure we clear on that, Rock. I ain't into that compromising bullshit. Not for you. Not for nobody."
He arched his brows at her, a ghost of a grin creeping onto his lips with the cigarette held between them. "Compromise? Compromise for what reason?" All traces of amusement vanished from his face as if she'd imagined it.
Revy head turned slowly to him, "because you think we're in a relationship now because we've fucked. You think I'm gonna-"
"Relationship?" Rock said as if he was tasting the word on his tongue and finding it a travesty to his pallet. He rose from his comfortable spot against the dark green wall and sat up with his back straight, cigarette butt now between the scissors of his fingers as they stared at each, "We're not in a relationship, Revy."
The words slapped her across the face like ice-cold water, sapping the happiness that's been warming her on the inside and waking her up from her fairytale.
Good, Revy was thinking, I needed that. Knew it couldn't last anyway. Just like clockwork. She said to herself with bile humor.
Rock wasn't finish with his little speech and some part of her didn't want to hear him but other parts were holding on to each word for reasons she didn't want to acknowledge, "the next time I enter into a relationship, it will be real, it will be earned, and for damn sure it won't be built based on my abilities between the sheets," Rock said with so much steel in his voice Revy kept her mouth shut and listened. "I don't need someone compromising to be with me."
Revy looked at him feeling her face contort into a mask of frustration and confusion. She wanted to feel anger and rage burning through her instead she was getting this shit sandwich. On top of all that, against her will, a lump was forming in her throat. "What the fuck was all of this then? A fucking one-night stand?" She asked, her voice cracking but she let the words fly, building a cold fury to a boil in the pit of her stomach. It began to melt the lump in her throat. She'd known she should have left before and she ignored her instincts.
Like an idiot.
"Just fucking answer me this then, what are we?" Revy finally asked her burning question, the words tumbling from her lips. "If we're not in a relationship like you said, what the fuck then, Rock, are we?"
"What we have is incredible sexual chemistry between us and it's confusing, I know, believe me, I know and it's new and it's making me crave you like fucking crack,"
"You've sniffed crack?"Revy said attempting to steer the conversation elsewhere. This was not the conversation she was preparing to fight based on her hurt feelings. Somehow, 'really incredible sex chem' didn't feel good enough to her. What was she looking to hear then? Rock professing his undying love for her like they were in one of those sappy love flicks?
If he did that, I'd punch him in the face or laugh to his face.
So why does what he's saying make her feel lacking like a cheap knock-off? What? Isn't she worth more than just really good fucking?
Rock pointedly ignored her efforts to sway the conversation, "We've discovered something more between us that we couldn't see before now since we've known one another," Rock told her solemnly. He ground his finished cigarette under his heel and sat as close as she let him, then closer still even though she was pretty sure he understood her mood right now read 'get the hell away from me' in bright big neon letters around her. She realized he didn't care. He was staring her dead in the face, "This is not a relationship but in no way will I accept tonight between us as a one-night-stand."
Rock...
"I don't do booty calls, Rock."
" Neither do I," Rock agreed, making himself clear on that matter while adding in his mind, nor do I indulge in relationships anymore. Yet he couldn't deny not considering it, not just passingly either. He enjoyed the sex they had but if she thinks he was going to be her pussy-licker available at her beck and call, she better put You Know on speed-dial. "It makes no difference to me if you stay or go, it's a hundred percent up to you. Always will be," he soothed, "the bottom line is, " he added even as he felt a wave of mental panic with what he was about to say next. Am I seriously going to consider doing this? "It's going to take more than one night, incredible sex or not, to build something as treasured as a relationship."
"Who said I wanted a build any kind of relationship with you?" Revy spat challengingly. If you didn't study the enigma that is Revy, anyone else would be irreparably offended and far past the point of quitting a long time ago.
"We already have a working relationship," Rock said softy, soothingly, "because I trust you exclusively with my life when we're out in the field."
Her eyes soften at that admission.
"I'm not-," Revy began, and Rock could see her search for the words for a few seconds from the expression on her face, "I ain't your fucking babysitter slash bodyguard," there was less of a bit in her voice that time.
"No," Rock's voice was barely above a whisper, "you're my kidnapper," he gave her a half-smile as he listed titles without averse, "my rescuer, someone I can confide in and now my lover,"
Did she just blush? He had the grace and the sense to pretend that he didn't see it.
"I didn't say I wanna be your lover."
"You didn't say you didn't want to be either,"
"Stop twisting my words, Rock," she snapped before she got up from him.
Rock backed off. Maybe he was pushing for something that just couldn't be between them. Which begs the question, why was he doing it if was hopeless?
He watched as Revy added her boots to her attire. Another question beckon his attention as he did this. Why is he even considering a chance of a chance of a relationship between Revy and himself? She isn't Kari and it wasn't fair of him to compare both women but, honestly, isn't Revy worst than Kari?
Why am I attracted to women who try to kill me? Rock contemplated in a state of mind so utterly complacent and calm, he wonders if he was going in insane. Maybe Roanapurr was getting to him and he was becoming more adaptable to chaotic madness flying fast and furiously just about everywhere on this island that it was barely a drop in the bucket now to think about his romantic prospects than it would have been a couple of years ago.
Revy left soon afterward without another word to him and he didn't try to engage in another conversation.
Rock stretch out lazily on to this bed after making sure all the locks were locked and the place was set to rights after the hurricane he and Revy wroth down in his bedroom. Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, Rock put his hands under his head, the last cigarette in his mouth that he took from Revy's pack without her noticing. As he puffed out a smokey exhale, he asked the empty room contemplatively,
"What have I done?"
