Hangover

I just love that pairing and this is my first fanfic of those two... but surely not the last... btw. I like reviews so feel free to comment ^^
----------------- O -----------------

Revys mind was still clouded from its drunken sleep when the morning sun gently caressed her nose. Forming a single thought was a bit too much of a challenge so the only thing in her drowsy brain were her sensations. The eyes still shut tight she smelled the scent of smoke, alcohol, sweat and gunpowder that was unique to her bed in the base of the Lagoon Company. It was narrow yet incredibly comfy with the single sheet covering her naked skin and the warmth of a bare chest against hers…

Naked?

A bare chest against hers?? Against her bare breasts???

With a loud “What the fuck?!?!?” Revy sat up and… regretted it immediately. Her brain was break dancing against her skull, the room was spinning and the nasty taste of puke in her mouth made her stomach do summersaults. She covered her head in her arms and tried to hold the spinning world while continuously muttering some incomprehensible curses. The light stung in her half lidded chestnut eyes but she managed to get a glimpse at the man in her bed. Spread out before her, his slender yet not too scrawny torso bare like on the day he had been, the rest of him covered by her sheet, snoring so softly that it was almost inaudible, lay her Japanese white collar partner.

Several minutes went by as her mind was unable to communicate correctly. She just sat there, a part of her sheet clutched against her well-developed chest and stared at Rock. Then her thought short-circuited and with loud cry she kicked the black haired man out of her man, crashing him into the next wall in her small room. But that proved to be too much for her weakened state and she slumped down, clutching her head in her hands and almost crying from the painful lightings behind her shut squeezed lids.

After a short moment she could hear a pained moan and the rustling of Rock standing up.

“Owwww… Hey… Revy, you.. ok?”

The tender and low tone in his voice startled her a bit. How could he, when he knew that she would never, absolutely never agree to be treated like some drop-dead-drunken bitch anyone could get, try to be considerate? She swore in thoughts to kill that bastard as soon as… as the simple thought of getting up wasn’t alone painful anymore.

Her bed creaked softly as Rock sat down next to her. Revy could hear him sigh and then suddenly, he laid a hand over one of her hands gripped around her own hand. Soothingly he caressed a little part of her skin with his thumb while interlacing their fingers. Surprised by this tender gesture and too pained to react to anything she just lay there and let him do. The soft rustling of fabric followed by the cool touch of the thin sheet over her naked skin told her that he had covered her bareness again. Somehow the silence in the room, the feeling of their chaste touch and the coolness of the sheet against her delirious body were so comforting that she almost slipped into a deep and calm sleep but on the verge of oblivion, she pulled herself back to her usual character and hit his hand away.

“Revy?”

She could hear his concern for her in his voice but she decided not to be deceived by kind words or voices and with a swift movement she raised her upper body a bit and yelled:

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!?!?”

For the first time since she had been awake she truly looked at his face. Surprise as well as worry was written in capitals all over his face. He was pale and that made the blue rings beneath his eyes only stand out more. But she wiped those thoughts aside and continued yelling:

“I’M GONNA FUCKIN’ KILL YOU!!! YOU DAMN… YOU… YOU…”

Every single word she spit out felt as if she piercing her brain with a hot iron. Her body felt heavy as if burdened with lead. Unable to finish her insults she jumped on the next option she had: violence.

She put all her anger into a punch but before she could reach any part of him, her body gave in and crumbled… directly into his lap. Unable but to curse her state and try to at least scratch him. Suddenly she realized that she was only gripping the fabric of his trousers. Before she could process this new information, she was lifted up by strong arms and held pressed against a wall of flesh.

Rock had seated her in his lap and was holding her in a seemingly iron lock, her head pressed against his left shoulder. She wriggled around, trying to wind herself out but she failed. She tried to cry some insults and to hit him but the pain in her head made her feel so weak that she could no longer hold her tears back and was left with scratching red nail marks into his pale skin.

Some minutes went by like this. Her dripping tears wetted the skin of her colleague who was softly rocking her and murmuring comforting words into her ear. Slowly she calmed down and stopped scratching him. For the first time since very long ago Revy felt like never leaving those protecting arms and staying like this, like a little girl longing for love and consolation. The raging headache went gradually back into the confine of her brain, waiting for the next action, loud word or whatever.

Her tears dried down and after a soft nod of hers, answering the nervous question if she was alright of the Japanese guy, he unlocked their position. Supporting her more gently, almost in the princess-carrying-position, so as to let them speak freely and with a slight blush he covered her bare chest with the sheet again. Through her half lidded and swollen eyes she watched him do and then concentrated on his face, her thoughts hazy again.

“Ne, Revy, do you remember anything?”, he whispered, minding her headache.

Revy shook her head. It actually terrified her a bit but while she had been crying, bits of the evening had come back to her but she couldn’t remember anything after having emptied her third bottle in a drinking contest against Rock and Dutch. Rock sighed, looked straight into her eyes with a stern look and said:

“Well then, Revy. Please stay calm and listen.”

Revy chuckled and replied with a husky voice: “As if my head would allow anything else right now.”

Rock had a somewhat relieved look and smiled shyly. Then he went on:

“At first I’d like to assure you that we didn’t fuck.”

Surprise struck Revy. It must have been showing on her face because he grinned and snapped the elastic of her black panties.

“Yupp. You’ve still got your pants on and I my trousers, though we did spend the night in the same bed.”

Revy scowled at him for touching her so shamelessly but she was too tired and drained for telling him off (or hitting him) so she just asked with a sarcastic tone:

“And how did we come… to spend the night in the same bed?”

Rock scratched his head and said:

“Well… that’s a weird story. I hope you remember our drinking contest…

- he looked at her and as she nodded, he continued -

… we were just up to open our fourth bottle when you picked a little shot-baby-bottle with some strange colored liquid. Bao said that it was some new kind of strong alcohol and you…”

“I chugged it down, didn’t I?”

*sigh* “Yes you did and it seems that it was either drugged or badly done but either way you just fainted after that.”

“Oh hell… what a shame.”

“That’s nothing against what happened afterwards. Bao dumped some water on you and then you awoke again. And…”

“Come on, don’t torture me… what the fuck happened?”

“Hmmm… I guess ‘going on rampage while stripping’ describes it the best.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah.”

- silence -

“How many dead?”

“No one… it seems that your aim is terribly off when you get drunk or drugged.”

“What … What was… left of my clothes?”

“Hmmm… lemme see… panties, boots and your hotpants around one ankle? Dutch managed to snatch your cutlasses away at some point and we dashed off, carrying you.”

Revy let her head slump against his chest, so as to cover her face and her blush.

“When we arrived at the base you had already more or less fallen asleep and we decided to put you to bed. But when I had carried you up there you half-awoke again and… somehow you tore my shirt away and pushed me onto your bed. Then you pinned me down and… fell asleep. But not before somehow tangling yourself into me that it was impossible to leave you without waking you. So I stayed the night. You know the rest.”

Revy nodded into his chest, her face a bright red from all she had heard. What she didn’t see was the bright blush on Rocks face as he remembered the times when Revy would wake up for some minutes from her sleep and do all sorts of things to him. Rock was a healthy male like any other and to be woken up every hour to get your cock stroked to a hard-on by a gorgeous naked woman who fell asleep after a few minutes was no fun, it was torture.

“Where are Dutch and Benny?”

Her question threw him out of his remembering and he turned his head towards her.

“Dutch is probably with Balalaika or Bao to find out who the hell made that stuff and Benny is preparing the boat for our new assignment tomorrow. So they told me two hours ago when they peeked inside here.”

“They saw us???”

“Well of course… they also came to look when I wasn’t getting down after putting you to bed. Dutch even covered us with the blanket I could not reach.”

“Damn… They’re gonna make jokes about it for the next two centuries.”

They said nothing for a while. They just sat there and listened to the sounds of the empty house and Revy felt strangely at peace, listening to Rocks hearth beating softly against her head, giving her something to hold on mentally. With time she could really feel herself and the room and with that the smell and taste of puke in her mouth and on her body came back.

“Hmmmm, Rock, did I puke?”

“I think so though I don’t remember when exactly.”

“Bathroom.”, she murmured.

And then she tried to stand up, the sheet clutched against her chest but if Rock hadn’t caught her in the last moment she would have gotten a concussion for sure on top of her hangover. She protested a little bit but being carried like a princess felt somehow really good and she let him do. They stood before the door to the bathroom and stopped.

“What do we do now? I mean you can barely stand and…”

“So what? Let’s shower together.”

Rock looked at her with surprise and she replied with a mischievous tone:

“You have seen and felt all of my body so it won’t make a difference if you get to see a little bit more and I haven’t got to see you naked.”

Rock wanted to reply ‘You almost did’ but he bit his tongue and nodded. The bathroom was tiny but miraculously clean (mostly due to Rocks effort in keeping the base of the Lagoon Company in a somewhat livable state). Rock seated Revy on the toilet and while she stripped the tiny black panties off he got out of his trousers and boxers himself. A moment of silence came over the two of them as they looked over each other’s fully naked bodies.

“You’re not as small as I thought.”

“Che. Don’t underestimate me.”

Revy chuckled and stretched her arms out to him. He picked her up easily – it made her wonder if he had always been this strong or if not, when and where he had gotten this strength. Leaning against him in the shower cubicle, she turned on the water and enjoyed the coolness of it running over her skin. Her nipples contracted and became erect but she didn’t bother with it. She snatched a bottle of shampoo while Rock was supporting her with one arm around her waist and keeping hold on the wall with the other. After trying for some seconds Revy managed to open the bottle and to squeeze some out of it.

She offered the bottle to her shower mate but he shook his head and so she proceeded to wash her hair. After a while she felt his hands – they felt bigger than she could recall – joining hers and softly massage her head. She let her hands fall down and leaned more on him, enjoying the soothing touch on her scalp. The she noticed a bottle with some shower gel and an idea came to her mind. She took it and got a copious amount of it into her hand before turning around to Rock. He had risen an eyebrow but as she grinned at him and said:

“You get my head and I get your body.”

With this she started to spread the gel over his chest and to produces some nice foam with it. He sighed but he continued with kneading her head. Revy took her time exploring Rocks body. She trailed over his six-pack, his well-defined yet nor really sticking out muscles, his shoulders that seemed so broader and prouder than covered with the usual white hem.

Then she came closer and began to trail her hands over his back, rubbing her front against his. She let her hands wander down to his lean hips and let them rest there. She leaned forward and kissed his neck. Rock froze in his movements. Revy started to feel awkward and was wondering whether this was unpleasant to him or what was going on when he turned her around in a swift movement.

“You know, you need some shower gel too.”, he whispered with a hoarse voice into her ear.