Disclaimer: I do not own Black Lagoon. Rei Hiroe created that world, I'm just playing in it and trying not to get shot.
When I wrote chapter one I wasn't fully intending to do a second. The possibility was there, but it wasn't a priority. After a really slow start as far as reader response, I definitely wasn't going to do a second chapter. Then the thing went freaking nuts. The response after that first month of almost nothing was fantastic and the idea of doing a second chapter firmly implanted itself in my mind.
But that presented its own problem. How the hell was I going to do a second chapter that would live up to the response I got for the first one? I put a lot into that first one and wasn't sure if I had enough left to do a second. Chapter one can stand all on its own, but here is the second and final chapter.
I think it's good, but I don't know if it's as good as the first one. That will be up to you to decide. At the very least I hope it's a fitting companion for chapter one.
So enjoy and let me know what you think, I expect to see lots of reviews from you all.
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Don't Let Go
Chapter Two
Three Months Later: The Yellow Flag Bar
Seeing Revy sitting on a stool at the bar was not an uncommon sight, not even if it was in the middle of the afternoon. Seeing her sitting there by herself without any of her companions from the Lagoon Company was pretty rare. Seeing her there without Rock specifically was almost unheard of and was possibly a sign of the coming apocalypse.
Her mood however, was not so far out of the ordinary.
Surly was a state of being for Revy and everyone knew it. If she was just surly that was considered to be a good day. The look on her face right now though was something more than surly, but no one present could exactly identify what it was. It looked almost as if she was both very pissed off and deep in thought and there wasn't a person alive in Roanapur that wanted to be anywhere close to Two Hands with a look like that on her face. Especially not if she had a drink in her hand too.
And there was another significant peculiarity. While she was drinking, she wasn't slamming them back like she did when she and Rock were trying to drink each other under the bar. In two hours time she hadn't even consumed half the bottle yet.
Quite frankly, that, combined with the look on her face and how deeply engrossed in her thoughts she seemed to be, had Bao scared absolutely shitless. So much so that he didn't issue his usual warnings about making sure she didn't destroy his bar…again, and he gave her the bottle of rum for free. So long as things stayed quiet and destruction free it was a worthwhile investment as far as he was concerned.
It had not been a particularly good day as far as Revy was concerned. The early wake up call had been bad enough, though she could think of far worse ways to get up than having Rock gently shake her awake and offer a smoke and a fresh, hot cup of coffee.
The job should have been a cake walk. A two hour trip up the coast to exchange a briefcase for a briefcase for Balalaika. They didn't know if they were carrying the goods or the payment, but it didn't matter to them either way. She and Rock had gone into the decrepit dockside warehouse for the exchange while Dutch and his shotgun stood ready at the dock to back them up, and Benny kept his electronic eyes and ears ready and searching for signs of trouble.
The body language of the guy they were to make the exchange with and that of his goon squad set alarm bells off in her head right from the start and she was happy to see Rock come to the same conclusion shortly after she did. She was proud of the dumbass. His instincts were getting better and when the shit hit the fan he got out of her way and let her do what she did oh so well.
At least, that's what he usually did and she thought he had done so this time too. When they got out of the building and back to the boat she discovered that the fucker was carrying both of the briefcases from the exchange and was bleeding heavily from a serious graze to the left side. A couple of inches to his right and it would have taken out his heart. Instead of bailing the fuck out like he was supposed to, the stupid son of a bitch had stuck around and snatched both cases during the firefight and nearly got his god damned ticket punched for his trouble.
While Benny was patching him up on their way home, she stood there and stared at him, fuming until Benny was done. Then she reminded him, with a punch in the mouth and a fistful of his shirt and tie that 'when the fucking shit starts, your fucking job is to get the fuck out of the way and let me fucking work!' She couldn't be worried about having friendlies in the killing box no matter who they were, and especially not some 'stupid fucking Japanese salary man armed with nothing but good intentions and his fucking necktie!'
Shaking with rage and some other emotion she wasn't interested in trying to identify at the moment, she had stormed out and went up on deck. She stayed there for the rest of the trip home, hoping that the warm wind and smell of the sea would calm her down. It didn't entirely work since it took her half the trip back to restrain herself from going back below and beating the shit out of him, and the other half angrily wondering why in the fuck he would do something so frigging stupid.
Sure, it was nice that big sis had been very pleased that they had still managed to bring back the goods despite the double cross, so pleased in fact that she even let them keep the payoff money as a bonus for their trouble. Christ, at one point she thought Balalaika was going to come around the desk and kiss the dumb fuck. She had no idea what was in that case, and she really didn't want to know, especially if it made the Russian mob boss that fucking happy. And it seemed that they had gained even more favour in her eyes, which could only be good for business.
Still, that didn't ease her anger at Rock for risking his scrawny ass like that and she wasn't about to get over it or let him forget about it any time soon.
By the time they got back to the office she needed to get out and get away from everyone, and especially from Rock. She loudly told them she was going to the Yellow Flag, alone, and that she did not want any fucking company.
For the whole trip there and after she took up residence on her barstool, she found her mind filled with the same thoughts that had been hammering away at her for the last three months, only now they came with a greater intensity and that was just as troubling.
Ever since that night, her thoughts had been greatly preoccupied with her feelings for Rock, trying to decipher what they were and what they meant. At first her thoughts had been too chaotic to come to any conclusions or realizations. The whole idea that someone actually loved her was just too hard for her to wrap her head around.
Her. Rock loved her. Why her of all people?
She doubted his attraction to her was because she was his type, unless his type happened to be tattooed, violent women who had tried to kill him. Despite his claim that her 'shaking him awake' had been a good thing, she knew that she had never done a single damn thing that would be considered positive to gain his notice. Actually she had given him every reason to hate and despise her, and that's what had her so fucking confused about it.
It had taken her a long time to stop wondering about that and just accept it, though the question still nibbled away at her at times. She came to realize that it had also been a way for her to avoid the more pressing question of how she felt about him.
She asked herself that question again as she poured another drink. For starters she knew that she liked being around him, that anything she went out to do was a lot better if it was the two of them. Even now a part of her wished that he was here with her, drinking and telling bad jokes, even though she was really fucking pissed at him right now.
He had pulled her back from the brink and his presence kept her with a more level head. She spoke better now and actually thought a little more at times before she shot her mouth off. Not always, but sometimes. He had taken some of the stress and the tension out of her and he made her think about herself and her life without all the self pity and anger that used to eat away at her so much in that regard.
She wasn't sure if that was really so good because without the self pity and anger there was a lot more room for regrets to creep in, but she supposed that they had been there all along too and she hadn't realized it.
She liked that he had some backbone to go with those words that always seemed to flow so easily out of his mouth. With it, he had earned the respect of people like Dutch and Yolanda and Chang and even Balalaika for fuck sake. And she had to admit he had even earned her respect too.
Though she'd respect him even more if he'd wear that Hawaiian shirt she bought him. It wasn't even some cheap rag either, she had actually spent good money on that damn it!
She snickered to herself and everyone in the bar edged as far away from her as they could without actually getting up and leaving their drinks behind. That shirt had become like a running gag between them and even though it used to piss her off, she had actually grown fond of the back and forth. It always seemed to break the tension when they were headed out for a job and everyone always got a chuckle out of it.
She doubted he would wear it anytime soon, and especially not to work. His shirt and tie had become his personal uniform just like her cut offs and tank tops. At least hers was a concession to the heat, she had no idea how he could stand to wear a dress shirt, tie, and slacks in Roanapur's heat and humidity.
That brought up something else she liked about him. Despite how much skin she had on display all the time he never stared at her, his eyes never held the undisguised lust she saw from others who were stupid enough to gawk like she was some easy piece of street meat they could yank into the nearest alley and bang away at. Her glare and her guns killed that notion real quick.
That was why even before that first night together she hadn't had a problem with him coming into her room to wake her up, or hanging around talking to her while she worked out and then showered. Even when she stood before him in nothing but panties and a towel draped over her shoulders, he didn't stare, hadn't even stolen a glance as far as she knew.
He also never tried to take advantage of her when she was drunk off her ass, something he could have done at any time considering how many times he had had to put her drunken ass to bed. Didn't even so much as touch her somewhere he shouldn't. He could have claimed it was an accident, or that he was drunk and didn't know what he was doing, and most of the time she would have been too pissed up to stop him if he had tried anything.
But he never had and she knew that it wasn't because he was afraid that she'd kill him if he did. It was just who he was. He didn't look at any woman like that, not even that cheap floozy fake nun who kept trying to push her tits in his face while they sat at the bar.
She drained her glass and refilled it. It was all starting to come together in her head now. Christ she was such a fucking idiot, why hadn't she been able to see this and put things together before? All of this, and that wasn't even taking into account anything that had happened since they spent their first night together.
True to his word, everything that happened between them in the sanctuary of her room stayed there. There were no public displays of affection, or sappy comments, and he didn't go bragging to anyone. They went on jobs and argued and carried on like usual, keeping everything else shut away in that room until the next time they got together.
And that time in the room had come to mean lot to her, some of the best moments in her life actually, which just illustrated how few good moments there had been. At times they just talked and got to know each other better through civil conversation. She surprised herself by even being able to have such a conversation with someone but it just seemed so easy to talk that way with Rock.
Maybe it was because he listened and actually gave a shit about her opinion on things and what she was thinking, and she had to admit that having to actually think about what she thought about the many different things they talked about was actually good for her. She found herself better able to think on her feet without relying on just reacting to things all the time.
He had told her about his life growing up in Japan, about his family and how he had never quite been able to live up to their expectations for him. She had heard some of it before but during their talks he filled in a lot of the blanks. She hadn't been able to return the favour though. She did tell him a few things that skirted around the edges of her earlier life, but she wasn't ready to go deeper just yet.
Besides just being painful to relive, she had finally admitted to herself that there was a part of her that was scared to tell him. He had already seen enough ugliness from her and she was afraid of what he would think or do if she told him everything about herself. She didn't want to risk driving away the best thing that had ever come into her life.
Besides the talks, there was a lot of teasing, joking, and outright bullshitting that left them aching from laughter, which was something she had come to realize she desperately needed in her life. They also plotted on how far and how long they could string Eda along before she finally told her that she and Rock had indeed done the deed. And how much she should tell her in order to twist the knife just a little.
Then there was the sex itself. She hadn't been some untainted flower when they did it the first time, but none of her other experiences had been too fucking memorable either. Or enjoyable. Hell, prison sex had been better than her other few experiences and she had only done that as a matter of survival.
With Rock, it was another thing entirely. It was good….okay, it was really fucking good and the god damn salaryman had her seeing stars and nearly blacking out every fucking time, he made her go off so hard. Didn't matter if they made love slowly or fucked like animals she still ended up in outer fucking space.
And he had proven to her that talking wasn't the only skill that tongue of his was capable of. She fidgeted on her stool and re-crossed her legs. Gawd damn, just thinking about it was enough to send an electric shiver through her. She tossed back another drink, letting the smooth heat of the rum sliding down her throat distract her from that particular and rather arousing thought.
With him she had something that she knew other women would kill for, a man who took his time and looked after his lover's needs before his own. She used to think that was just some load of romantic movie bullshit. Nobody truly gave a shit about anyone else, it was just 'wham, bam, fuck you ma'am, now get the fuck out bitch!'
But Rock had once again proven her wrong in that regard. Over the last three months she had really begun to feel it in the way he touched her, the way he pleased her and the way he made her feel oh so fucking good. His physical actions were backing up the words that came out of his mouth. Every word and every touch backed each other up. He really did love her, he really did think she was beautiful, and he really did care about her.
It went against everything she had ever seen or experienced in her own life. It went against everything she ever believed she could feel or know and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she never wanted it to stop. She had been slowly learning to let her guard down when they were together and allowing herself to start feeling things she had never felt before.
She trusted him that damn much and she didn't trust anyone easily if at all. But it just felt natural somehow to trust him and she'd be damned if she could explain it any other way. She just knew that he would never take advantage of her, never betray her, never use her and throw her away.
It was just like he said. He would never let go of her. He would be there to hold her together when she began to fall apart and he would never think less of her when she did.
She sighed and allowed herself a slight smile. He had been waiting patiently for the last three months for her to figure things out, never once pushing her along or demanding an answer from her. Knowing him, he never would either, damn guy would just leave himself hanging there forever if he had to. She knew she could never be that patient.
'He's a damn fool,' she thought. 'But he's my damn fool and that's just the way he is.'
She was pretty sure now of what she was feeling. It was still alien and unfamiliar to her, and maybe even kind of scary if she were to be completely honest about it, but the heavy weight of what she had been struggling with for the last three months was falling away and leaving something lighter in its place.
But before she could say anything to him, before she could tell him how she felt, there was something she was going to have to make absolutely, crystal fucking clear to him.
No one knew what to expect when they heard the heavy clomping sound of Revy's boots hitting the stairs three hours after she left. Dutch, Benny, and Rock were sitting around the coffee table having a drink and discussing how to split up the extra money Balalaika had given them for the day's job when they heard her return.
Thing's got very quiet and they all seemed to be holding their breath. They all jumped a little when the door swung open and banged against the wall, and they stayed very still as she looked around and spotted her prey. She tromped over to Rock, grabbed him by his tie, and hauled him out of the chair and down the hall towards her room.
"We're gonna have a little fucking chat Rock," she informed him in a very no nonsense tone of voice.
As her door slammed shut, Dutch and Benny were up and gone, heading for safer territory.
Perhaps a cruise around the harbour would be nice this evening.
Rock didn't even get a chance to speak before she had him spun around and slammed up against her door, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Her left hand held a fistful of his shirt and tie that along with the angry, intense look in her eyes kept him pressed in place.
"Let me make something perfectly fucking clear to you Rock," she snarled.
She slapped her right hand over his wound, digging her fingers in around it. He yelped in pain and instinctively tried to break away from her but her grip was like iron and kept him held in place.
"This shit will not fucking happen again!" she yelled. "When the shooting starts you get the fuck down, you get the fuck out, or you go dig yourself a fucking hole and pull it in after you…I don't fucking care!" She put more pressure on his wound. "What you don't fucking do is stick around and do stupid ass shit like you did today! You get the hell out of Dodge and you fucking wait for me!"
She was breathing hard and her eyes continued to bore into his, making sure he got the message. A few seconds later the piercing look of anger started to morph into something a little closer to fear and desperation. Her right hand let go of his wound and while her left arm relaxed a little, she still kept him held firmly in place.
"Do you hear me…fucker?" the slight tremulous rasp in her voice echoing the look in her eyes. "Do you hear what I'm fucking saying?"
"I hear you Revy," he rasped through the pain throbbing into his brain from his aggravated wound. "I hear you."
"Good."
She took a step back and pulled, hauling him by his tie and pretty much throwing him at the bed, where he landed with an 'oomph' and a grimace as he jarred his already aching wound. He rolled over and looked to her, seeing that she still had her back to him, her hands were down at her sides and her head tilted to look down at the floor.
"That could have been my bullet just as easily as it could have been one of theirs," she said quietly. "You know that right?"
He did not miss the unspoken meaning behind what she said. "Yeah, I know," he answered quietly. "I'm sorr..."
"Don't!" she barked. "Don't fucking apologize!" She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Just…just don't put either of us in that position again."
He could swear that he saw her shaking a little as she stood there with her back to him. She hadn't said so but he could see it in her body language and he had caught the hidden meaning of her words. He had scared the shit out of her. He had seen the panicked widening of her eyes when she first saw the blood on his shirt before her anger took over.
His jaw was still sore and the heat of her words still stung, though he should have been used to it. And now thanks to this most recent tirade, his side hurt like hell. But he probably felt worse inside for what he could see her going through right now. He had acted impulsively, gotten hurt, and had hurt her in the process. He really did want to tell her he was sorry, and he was, but if he tried again she might just knock him out this time.
She kicked off her boots and slipped out of her shoulder holsters, tossing the rig to land with a heavy thud at the base of the old ammo crate she used for a nightstand.
"You made me a promise Rock," she reminded him.
She undid her ponytail and tossed the tie on the crate. Next came her tank top which she tossed haphazardly toward the dresser as she turned and stepped toward him. With her left hand she snagged his tie again but this time only pulled enough to lead him to get to his feet.
"You said you would never let go."
She loosened his tie and undid the buttons of his shirt and helped him out of it. She let her fingers trace lightly around his bandaged wound, a stark contrast to her earlier contact and a gentleness that actually shocked him.
"But how are you going to do that if you get your dumb ass killed?" There was no heat in her words, just a softly spoken question.
She looked into his eyes, she could see the need to apologize lingering there, could see the concern there for how his actions had affected her. She couldn't let him say it yet, she was still too close to pissed off and the words would only set her off again. She would let him say it later, maybe, once he fully understood how hard it had hit her, and once she was in the mood to hear it.
"The fuck of it is Rock, that this made everything crystal fucking clear for me," she explained. "Three months of banging my fucking head off the wall trying to figure all of this out and it all comes to a fucking head because you get your skinny ass shot."
"Revy…" he began.
She shook her head. "Don't say anything Rock."
She kissed him, long and hard, pushing herself into him until they fell on the bed. There was something different about the way she was kissing him, it was as plain as day to him. Kissing her was never a cold, lifeless experience, but there was always something remotely distant and reserved about it, like a part of her was always missing from the act.
That part was there now. There was life, warmth, and true feeling in this devouring kiss. Something alive and hungry and filled with a need that had just awakened and was desperate for this feeling.
She finally pulled herself away and rose up so she could look into his eyes. He noticed something there that had been missing before, a certain gleam. There had always been a certain 'dead' quality in her eyes, a shadow of her view of her life and all that she had been through. It was gone now.
"You said that when I figured this out and found the words, that you'd still be here," she reminded him. She smirked. "Took me fucking long enough but I did finally figure it out. And despite your fucking stupidity, you are still here to hear about it."
"You're not going to forgive me for getting shot are you?" he asked, pretty much already knowing the answer.
"Not for a long fucking time Rock." She closed her eyes for a second. "Freaked me out you bastard. That's a hell of a way to make someone figure out that they love you."
She could feel the hitch in his breathing at the same moment she realized what she said. That wasn't how she had planned to tell him, well that was bullshit actually, she had been winging it the whole way and hadn't really known exactly how she was going to say it. To her credit though, she opened her eyes, looked directly into his, and quietly, almost shyly (at least for her), confirmed it.
"…I love you Rock."
It took everything she had to say it and it surprised the hell out of her that the words actually didn't sound stupid to her own ears as they came out of her mouth. As a matter of fact, they sounded like the truest and most necessary thing she had ever said in her entire life.
He smiled at her. "I love you too Revy."
"Didn't think I'd ever know what this felt like," she breathed in wonderment as an unexpected surge of positive emotions rushed through her.
She felt almost like she had left her body, or like something had washed over her that had stripped away the weight of everything negative in her life. She was beginning to understand now, she was starting to get what it was that she had been feeling from him ever since that first night when he said that he loved her, when he held her as she broke. As soon as the words had left her mouth it was like everything fell together and into place.
She had opened her heart, her blackened, empty, lonely heart, and she had finally let him in. It was the best feeling she had ever had in her life. She had felt for so long now that she was just one of the walking dead, a cold, animated corpse waiting for the end to find and claim her, that she had dismissed the possibility of anything else.
Now she was staring to feel alive, warm, and if the end tried to come and claim her now she would kick its ass, fight it tooth and nail. She had something that mattered, something she wanted to hold close and hang onto.
She had Rock, she knew he would never leave her, never let her go. He was the only one she could trust with her heart and she knew now without a doubt that it had been the right thing to do.
Rock couldn't help but smile at the almost astonished look on her face. It was kind of cute actually. He had been worried about her because he knew how much her thoughts about their relationship hounded her. He knew just how hard trying to figure out her feelings had been for her and that had made it mean all that much more when she said that she loved him.
He knew that she didn't understand why he loved her, and he wasn't entirely sure he could answer that question himself with any degree of satisfaction. He just did and that was all that really mattered anyway and searching for reasons was counter to the whole ideal. Love didn't have to make sense, it wasn't an exercise in logic and trying to define it was a fools game. All he knew was that he loved her, and he was very happy that Revy loved him, and that she finally got to discover what that felt like.
He suddenly lost all ability to think about anything else however, when all at once Revy slammed her mouth over his and tried to suck out his tonsils while trying to strip them both of their remaining clothes at the same time. If there was one thing he had learned over the last three months, it was that if Revy was really feeling it, and she usually was when they were able to get together in their self proclaimed sanctuary, she could get a little wound up.
He wouldn't go so far as to say that Revy was a sexually aggressive woman, it had actually surprised him a great deal when it turned out that she seemed to prefer letting him take the lead. That's wasn't to say that she wouldn't, but she rarely did.
It seemed that their talks before things moved to sex seemed to set the mood and it didn't matter what they talked about. She would relax and laugh and the better she felt, the happier and more removed she was from the sharp edges of her own life, the more into it she was.
Right now she was really, really into it.
Horny Revy was a hell of a lot more fun than angry Revy. Even she had admitted to that. And with this new feeling fuelling her, he was in for one hell of a ride.
It was mid evening, hot and muggy as usual, as they sat together coming down from the sexual high they had been on for the last couple of hours. The breeze coming from the labouring AC unit cooled their bodies of the heat and dried the sweat they had generated.
Revy sat with her back to the wall, Rock was sitting between her legs with his back to her. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and across his chest, while her right leg was hooked over his and her head rested on his shoulder.
She was tired, they had worn each other out, but it was a good tired and not the usual weariness that came with all of the shit she lived with. She felt good, different, alive. She was still in awe, she had never once thought she would feel like this just because she was able to say four simple words.
'I love you Rock.'
She never thought she would ever feel the emotion herself, never thought she would feel it coming from someone else. She had given up on that a long time ago and thought it was impossible, that it didn't even exist, that it was just some moronic notion people tricked themselves into thinking was real so they wouldn't feel alone.
Rock had opened her eyes and showed her that it really existed and it was making her see hints of things she never thought possible, making her imagine things in quiet moments that she had never even considered before.
He was making her see something other than the dark side of life, that there was a possibility of something out there besides a life spent stumbling around in the dark in a pit of mud and blood and shit and death. In her pain and anger and self pity she had been chasing something through that soul sucking hell, something that she realized now was nothing but an illusion.
She could curse and kill and rape and pillage all she wanted but it would never do anything to ease her pain or give her back the promise of a life she had lost almost from the moment of her birth. She could be the meanest, baddest, deadliest, mother fucking bitch on the planet and it would gain her absolutely nothing. It wouldn't ease her pain one bit or cure what ailed her. All it would get her was a hole in the head and an early fucking grave.
That was where she had been headed until he came along and grabbed hold of the last tattered shreds of her humanity and pulled, hauling her up and back into the light. She had kicked and screamed and tried to resist it but he refused let her go, refused to let her be eaten alive by her own darkness.
Instead he held her in the light, held her together when she broke, held onto her and made her feel something other than anger, pain, hatred and self pity, and made her realize that her life wouldn't end if she didn't have those things to hang onto.
She might still live in a world of death and darkness and blood, but she had a lifeline to keep her from becoming lost to it. She had a reason to want to live now rather that just killing time waiting for the inevitable end to claim her and blissfully put her out of her misery.
Rock loved her and she loved Rock. She loved him. Every time that thought crossed through her mind it was easier to say, easier to admit to herself. It was the most unlikely god damn thing she had ever thought would happen in her life, but here it was. She just wished it hadn't taken him getting hurt for her thick fucking head to realize how she really felt.
"This is really happening isn't it Rock?" she asked quietly. "I'm really feeling this aren't I?"
"It's all real Revy," he assured her. "You really are feeling this."
"I didn't think it was possible for me to feel like this," she admitted. "Didn't know I even wanted to, I thought that part of me was long dead and gone."
"I don't think it ever truly dies or leaves a person," he said. "It can be buried down deep but I don't think the desire to be loved by someone or to love someone in return ever disappears."
"Thanks Rock," she said, the sincerity coming through in her voice. "If it wasn't for you I never would have known what this was like. You found mine and brought it out."
He smirked. "You know, if you hadn't kidnapped me in the first place, none of this ever would have happened."
"Heh…guess it wasn't such a bad fucking idea after all then was it?" she laughed. "And who needs a ransom? I got something a hell of a lot better out of it."
He chuckled. "Oh, so I'm the fearsome pirate's treasure am I?"
She lightly knocked her head against his. "Damn right you are. Smartass. Just don't go getting yourself shot again." She raised her right hand and lightly touched his jaw where she had decked him. He was sporting a pretty good bruise. She sighed. "So why did you do it anyway?"
"When Balalaika told me and Dutch the particulars of the job, she just seemed really anxious about it," he explained. "It seemed like it was very important to her, not so much from a business sense but like it was something personal. I didn't know which case was which after the shooting started so when I saw the chance I grabbed them both."
"That explains her reaction when we got back to her office, I thought she was going to come over the desk and jump your bones right there." She sighed. "But even though you pissed me off and scared the shit outta me, I guess I wouldn't have figured things out if you hadn't."
"I'm sorry Revy," he apologized.
"Yeah, well considering what came out of it I suppose I could cut you a little slack," she drawled. "But don't think that I won't beat the shit out of you if you go and do something like that again."
"I'm sure you will," he said. "And I'm in no hurry to confirm it either." He let his hand rest on the leg that was wrapped around him and gave a gentle squeeze. "Besides, this is a lot more fun. I get to make you smile and see you be happy. And I don't get hurt this way."
"Remember that the next time you decide to be the hero."
They sat in silence for a while, just enjoying the contact and the respite it brought from the world outside the room.
"You know, I won't let go of you either Rock," she said after a while, giving voice to what had been going on in her head. "I'm not good at all of this emotional shit, but if you need me to hold you together I'll try my best. Just so long as you don't let go of me, I won't let go of you."
"You've got a deal Revy."
He turned his head, seeking out her lips and found them waiting for him. Things soon became heated with tongues clashing, her right had sliding all over his chest, her left going considerably farther south, while his right hand stroked the length of her thigh.
"So Rocky-baby," she breathed in his ear after they came up for air. "Wadda ya think about fucking me in the shower?"
He didn't answer, at least not verbally. With a laughing Revy wrapped around his back he got off the bed and hurried into the shower.
She may not be capable of showing this side of herself outside of this room, but she was sure as hell going to make the most of it while they were here.
She had found something, someone, to hang onto and there was no way in hell either of them was letting go.
AN: Gah, endings always give me trouble.
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