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For want of a Bellini

It was New Year's Eve.

And everyone went off to their various forms of celebration. Not that different from your average day in Roanapur.

Drinking, eating all they wanted, fucking all they wanted.

The streets were far more busy than usual, as men and women alike howled and laughed together, gripping bottles of different types of booze in their hands as they swayed together, already heavily intoxicated as the night went on.

It was only two hours until it was the next year.

Revy wasn't sure what her boys were doing. Dutch had said that he'd be drinking the night away. Benny said he was spending it with Janet. And Rock had seemed very dour the last time she had spoken to him, so, she wasn't sure what he was up to. Maybe talking with Chang, she didn't know.

She wasn't sure she wanted to know.

Balalaika's soldiers were either in their rooms, drinking, or going out with their various partners in the city.

As for her? She was leaning against Balalaika's warm breasts, practically on the older woman's lap, lifting her small glass to her lips and gulping down the vodka she had brought to the mob boss's office, then placing the glass down onto the table next to the bed.

The halfway empty vodka bottle sat on the table across the room from the two women as they listened to the commotion on the television in the room, listening to the people from various important parts of Thailand celebrating New Year's Eve.

Balalaika said quietly, as her fingers gently raked through the younger woman's untied, purple-brown hair, "Thank you, sweet girl, for the vodka. As I said when you brought it in, it's a pity we can't get good peaches here, I could have made some bellinis for us, but I appreciate it."

Revy laughed, leaning her head deeper between Balalaika's bare breasts.

They both were naked, save for the cover that was barely concealing their thighs.

The room smelled of sex.

Having arrived at Hotel Moscow almost at the beginning of nightfall, having decided even before hearing a phone call from Balalaika, that she wanted to spend the night with Balalaika during New Year's Eve, she went to the nearest place that had the best vodka in Roanapur. That wasn't saying much, since it was Roanapur, and the "best vodka," probably would still taste like shit.

But it was the best she could do.

Still, she was glad that Balalaika liked that she did it.

"I don't see what the big deal is about those drinks," Revy said, smirking, "I don't even know what they are. Aren't they Italian, or somethin'?"

Balalaika chuckled, "They are. And just because they're Italian, doesn't mean I wouldn't want to drink them. Not nearly as strong as vodka, but very pleasant."

"If yah insist, sis," Revy snorted quietly.

Balalaika smirked, shaking her head, then resting her chin against Revy's head.

Revy said quietly, leaning into Balalaika's chest as the crowds on the TV in front of them were beginning to get ready for the countdown-the countdown that would be in five minutes, "Hey, sis?"

"Hmm?" Balalaika asked, her smirk softening when she felt Revy kissing the scars along her neck.

Revy continued, "I know…I probably shouldn't fuckin' ask this, but you…ever have any of those stupid resolutions that everyone's always fucking talking about on New Year's?"

Even before she ended her question, she felt like she'd made a mistake in asking.

Balalaika sighed as she turned her chin from the top of Revy's head and leaned down, kissing the top of the gunslinger's head.

"There was a time…it doesn't matter," she said, "Those wishes and resolutions mean nothing now. They are long past now."

Revy gave a small and weak chuckle. Well, yea, she knew that already. Still…

She supposed it had been hoping for too much for her to hear more about Balalaika's past, hadn't it?

She and Balalaika had been together now for almost four years now. It was safe to say that they knew a lot about each other.

Still, there were things that Revy was hesitant even now to tell her lover about.

And it was the same for Balalaika.

Revy tilted her head up, looking at the older woman, seeing that telling, lost look in the older woman's icy eyes.

"Hey, hey," Revy said softly, squirming around in Balalaika's arms so that she was facing the older woman, rather than having her back to her lover's chest, "Look at me."

Balalaika thankfully looked down to meet Revy's gold-brown eyes.

Revy smiled as she said, snuggling deeper between the blonde's legs, feeling the friction between her right thigh against Balalaika's groin, bringing a slight gasp from the older woman, "I'm right here, okay? I know this sure as hell wasn't what you pictured years ago. It wasn't what I pictured when I was a kid, either. But we're here now."

Balalaika nodded, smiling. "So we are," she said, as she leaned down and kissed Revy deeply on the lips. The taste of vodka was heavy on both of their breaths.

Revy leaned up against Balalaika, cupping her lover's face in her hands as they kissed.

When at last, they separated, Revy asked, grinning, "Want to go again? Would that make you feel better, sis?"

Balalaika then let out a scoff as she reached behind Revy and smacked the young woman's ass, making Revy groan.

"You insatiable brat," Balalaika remarked, "How many times do you intend to pleasure me?"

Revy gave Balalaika a salacious grin. "Hey, as many as you want, sis," she said.

Balalaika rolled her eyes at her lover's antics.

Finally, the countdown on the screen was beginning to commence.

Balalaika sighed, "Still wish we had bellinis."

Revy leaned her head against Balalaika's right shoulder, trying not to snort with laughter.

Yeah, many New Year's Eves had been far from what Revy had envisioned for her future.

But she was in bed with the woman she loved and would do anything for, and in Roanapur, life would never be perfect.

But right now, with Balalaika? It was perfect enough for Revy.