Hangover

He used the copious foam she had already shared with him and started to trail over her body, pressing her back to his chest with an arm around her waist. She giggled slightly at the unfamiliar touch but suddenly she felt something hard pressing against her butt. In the same moment his right hand cupped her right breast while the other started stroking her tights and the soft spot just before her little jungle. She gasped and her knees began to feel like pudding as a familiar heat rose between her legs.

Revy thoughts started to spin around, knocking out her reason and drowning all her thoughts behind a cloud of lust and madness. She felt her grip on reality slip and although she tried to resist this overwhelming sensation, it had already control over her body. Rocks hands on her skin felt as hot as fire and so good that it scared her – the great Revy, the unbeaten Two-Hands, was trembling and almost crying of fear, helplessness and disgust with herself on the inside, while her body made lewd noises and moved like some bitch in heat?

With an wide grin on his face Rock trailed his hands over Revys body. God, he could almost not believe that the gorgeous woman he had always desired was pressing herself against him, rubbing his throbbing erection and moaning wantonly. She was just perfect, her breast had the right size and firmness he liked, her curves molded themselves perfectly against his body and the sounds she made were music in his ears. He turned her around, wanting to kiss her, to taste her, but then he froze.

The Revy in his arms was not the Revy he expected. A feverish blush covered her cheeks, her eyes were clouded with something like lust but it seemed unnatural. The lips were slightly parted, the pupils unfocussed and big. Rock suspected something bad and called her name. She didn’t react. He tried again but she just continued to plaster herself against his body.

Rock could have banged his head right into the wall. He felt so stupid that he hadn’t been able to recognize the signs of the drug still acting on her. Fortunately she would soon just pass out so he just held her close, supporting her while her writhing became weaker and weaker until her head sank on his shoulder and until her body became like a lifeless doll. He sighed and washed the shampoo and shower gel off, carried her out of the cubicle and wrapped her in one of the big towels – one of the rare luxuries in the base.

After getting dressed he opened the little window and let some fresh air in although fresh was a bit of wrong word since it was hot outside. Rock took out a pack cigarettes and started smoking in order to calm himself. Gosh he couldn’t believe he had been so utterly stupid. A minute more and he would have pounded Revy into the next wall, not caring about whether she would have been in her drugged state or not. The shock of his discovery had made him loose all desire. Flipping the cigarette stub out of the window, he proceeded to pick Revy up to bring her back into her bed.

After rummaging a bit in her only closet, he found a big old shirt and some panties. Revy was sleeping happily on her bed, even drooling a bit and Rock was glad that she wasn’t heavy as he dressed her. She wouldn’t wake up for an hour or two so Rock decided to do a bit of tidying in the base. With one last glance at her defenseless form on the bed, he closed the door.


When Revy woke up her headache struck her again, though not as strong as in the morning but still enough to make her whine at the sunlight in her eyes. She looked around her and recognized her room while noticing that Rock had clothed her again. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she tried to recollect what had happened. It was like trying to look through muddy water but suddenly she broke through and vivid memories came to her mind. She remembered waking up with the worst hangover in the last ten years, the half naked Rock next to her, his gentleness, their conversation and then?

She recalled being carried into the bathroom, her proposition of showering together, the fully naked Rock, his massage but afterwards? She couldn’t remember much of what had happened after she had started to foam him. She vaguely recollected him turning her around, whispering something in her ear and…

A bright red blush and shocked paleness took turns in showing on her face. Revy couldn’t believe the way she had acted and at the same time she was scared of how she had lost all control over her body. And the way the heat had rushed to her head. But then something struck her. Had Rock… taken advantage of that shameful situation? She wouldn’t really blame him for doing so, after all he was just a normal man and no saint, but somehow she knew that if he had done so, she would never be able to look into his eyes again. She clutched herself, not knowing what to do as the images of Rock – a naked Rock – filled her mind and called again upon the heat between her legs.

She feared that there was only one way to know if they did have sex or not without asking him. But she didn’t want to stay in doubt any longer and so she slipped her slightly calloused fingers in her panties. Passing past her little bush and entering the hot and wet slit, she was horrified to feel how wet and aroused she was. Touching her little hole, she sensed it being dripping wet, but still tight. She drew her fingers away and as she saw that there was no sperm on them, a load of worries fell from her shoulders.

Falling back on her bed she stared at the ceiling. She didn’t understand herself. On one side she was glad Rock hadn’t taken advantage of her but on the other she was kind of… disappointed? Rock had been such a gentle and kind person to her. She doubted any of the men she knew would do the same as him. After a little while lying like this she started to grow irritated. Her headache had started to fade only to be replaced by the persistent tingling between her legs. Her nipples were stubbornly hard and pushed against the worn-out fabric of her shirt.

Revy turned on her side, facing the door. Her skin started to feel slightly damp and her thoughts were hazy again. But this time she fought for staying in control while clutching her sheets because the heat started to cover her whole body. Her panties were already drenched and every rub of fabric on sensitive places made her shiver like the trailing of his hands before. Her breath was heavier and more irregular. Her thoughts, desperately searching for something to have a grip on, found hold in him.

In Rock.

She wanted him.

She desired him.

She needed him.

Her door creaked a bit. As if her silent calling had reached him, he came in, carrying a glass of water and some aspirin. The moment he noticed her state, he put it down on the nearest plane surface that wouldn’t crumble and hurried to her bed.

“Revy!”

The sound of his voice was like a drug to her, stimulating, soothing and bewitching at the same time. He bent over her and she could smell him. The smell of cigarettes, sweat and a faint hint of gunpowder. She wanted to taste him, to smell his scent on her and hers on him.

“Hey Revy! You ok?”

She managed to redress herself a bit and she drew him down on the mattress. He was on his fours, bent over her. She gripped his white shirt and pulled herself to his ear.

“Rock… this heat… I’m so hot…”

“Revy…”

“… make… make it go a-… away… it’s… swallowing me…”

Revy relaxed her arms and fell a bit back looking up at him. He looked puzzled, undecided, worried and somehow reluctant. But she needed him so badly… Two-hands never begged, never… but was she Two-hands right now?... no, she wouldn’t beg, no… but…
From the depths of her memories came a single word, picked up during their stay in Japan.

“Onegai… onegai, Rock…”

He pressed his lips against hers. She opened her eyes wide in surprise but as the firm yet gentle touch of his lips was combined with the supporting strength of his arms pulling and redressing her, she closed them, abandoning herself in the kiss. He licked over her lower lip and she willingly gave him entrance, welcoming his tongue with her own. Although he was stronger than the weak and drugged Revy, he never tried to dominate her completely. He played with her like an equal, gently guiding her like a dancer his partner.

Her air started to dim out and she was forced to break the kiss. Panting and shivering yet strangely revitalized, she noticed that she was still clutching his shirt but Rock broke her trail of thoughts as he started kissing her jaw line. Making his way down her neck, he pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts. He lay her down on the bed, shortly redressing himself to pull away his neck tie and taking off his shirt. Revy took this occasion to take off her own shirt. Her arms open to accept her partner, she smiled through the cloud of lust in her mind.

Rock bent down again, kissing her passionately on her lips while groping her breasts, playing with the hard nipples. He left her lips, trailing butterfly kisses along her neck and down to her breast taking turns at sucking on each nipple. She moaned and gasped, feeling his hands travel everywhere his mouth wasn’t. Gently touching her tights, he drew patterns over her skin, slowly coming nearer to her excited womanhood, still covered in panties that suddenly seemed like a suffocating restraint. In a blink of an eye Rock had pulled them down, throwing them aside and exposing the flushed body beneath him completely.

A slight predatory look hushed over Rocks face as he licked his lips, still on his four over her and observing her closely. Revy felt as if he was stripping another layer of her. He bent down to lick the valley between her breasts, tasting her and then slowly travelling down to her navel. Dipping into it with his tongue made Revy shiver and moan. His hands were gently caressing her legs, leaving no inch untouched while his mouth travelled down until his nose was in her little bush. He looked up to her blushing face and said with a husky voice:

“Say it once more, Revy… tell me if you want it.”

“Rock… please, Rock… onegai… make me… make me cum…”

Revy could feel her partner chuckle but then his tongue slicked over her whole slit, making her yelp in pleasure. With shaking hands she grabbed the short hair of the Japanese, trying to keep a hold at reality while he sucked at her inner lips. His tongue swirled over her utmost sensitive bud while she cried out her waves of pleasure, moaning and gasping. She felt his tongue probing at her entrance and then darting in and out, like a sweet promise of what could be done later. Her back arched and she threw her head back into her pillow, shivering and sweating all over her body.

Suddenly his tongue left her but as she wanted to whine not to stop, she felt his fingers. Gently penetrating her and massaging from the inside, he made her wriggle beneath him, falling apart under the growing peak of her arousal. The moment he started sucking on her bud her orgasm broke over her, ripping her senses apart in the state of complete bliss. She cried out while her walls clasped around his fingers, sucking them in even deeper and spilling her love juices all over them. Shaking uncontrollably she came completely undone, like a doll whose strings had been cut.

Rock sat up and looked at his work. Revy was still breathing hard and her eyes were clouded with post-coital ecstasy. Naked like the day she had been born, she was laying there on her bed and observed him through her half-lidded eyes. He could see her consciousness slowly fade into the oblivion of sleep but she somehow managed to murmur while tucking lightly on his pants:

“And you?”

With a smirk Rock bent down and whispered in her ear:

“I’d rather have the real you another time.”

Revy wanted to protest that she might not let him do so and that this was probably his only chance but the lips wrapping themselves firmly yet gently around her own in a passionate yet chaste kiss made her surrender into a healing sleep.


3 weeks later…
Revy woke up and sat up, noting that she was naked. She scratched her head and made a frown as she felt pain in various areas of her body. The faint sting of slight hangover combined with an obvious lack of sleep in her head, the residual pain of a wound on her shoulder from a gunfight the week before and the pain in her back. She took a glance at the window, and saw through the slits in the sun protection the still cool morning atmosphere in the streets of Roanapur. Suddenly she felt the gentle grip of a hand around her own. With a still sleepy look in her eyes she turned around to her partner.

“Revy… don’t leave like that…”

She smiled and glided down with a catlike movement to the Japanese man next to her. Laying down on his chest, with her head just over his heart she smiled as she felt his arm being cast around her lazily. She listened to the calm beat of his heart, the sound of the streets waking up, the faint humming of the AC and the rustling of a cigarette pack.

“It’s the last one…”, noted Rock.

The flick of the Zippo, his torso moving up as he took the first draw and slowly sinking down as he let the smoke escape his lungs. The smell of tobacco tickled Revys nose and she lifted her head.

“Gimme a bit…”

With a smirk Rock took another breath and gently guiding Revy with his hand on her neck, he kissed her. She lifted an eyebrow as she exhaled the smoke he had given her.

“What now?”, she whispered with a husky voice.

“Maybe we could do it once more before going back to the base.”, he answered before drawing her near again, wrapping his lips around hers.

THE END

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I dunno if I should continue this… Depending on the reviews I get I might do so or not… tell me what you think ^^