Black Lagoon, Revy/Rock, rum
Awareness crashed down on Rock like a bullet train from Hell, and he whimpered as his head reminded him that trying to out drink someone using rum was the worst idea he had ever had in a lifetime of bad ideas since arriving in Roanapur. He tried to remember what had happened after that guy from the Church of Violence had announced loudly that Mother Yolanda could drink the Black Lagoon Company under the table without trying. Rock had accepted the challenge, and after the first bottle of Captain Morgan’s, things were rather opaque in his memory. But that didn’t explain why he was lying on something soft with a heated weight on top of him, and he was scared to open his eyes and increase his misery.
*Click*
He froze as the all too familiar feel of a gun dug into his jaw while that *extremely* familiar sound of a Magnum cocking started a flash of memories from the night before. Revy accepting the challenge after expressing her opinion of Mother Yolanda and Sister Eda. The two of them draining bottle after bottle of rum. Laughing as they stumbled up the stairs to rent a room from Madam Flora. Clothes being removed as hands explored skin darkened by the sun, always seen but never touched. Revy laughing as she pushed him on the bed to climb on top. The look of ecstacy on her face as they moved together. Her hair sticking to her sweaty skin, making her seem even younger than normal as she cuddled close, worn out.
“This never happened and if you think otherwise, I’ve got a fucking bullet with your name on it,” growled Revy, her voice soft only out of respect for her own misery if her head felt anything like Rock’s. Cautiously, he opened his eyes to find her still sprawled on his chest like a blanket while her magnum remained gripped in a steady hand.
“”It never happened,” agreed Rock, knowing when he was outgunned and outclassed. Lying in bed naked with Revy Two-Hands, one of the most dangerous women in Roanapur, he was both. “It was fantasy dreams brought on by the rum.”
Yet, part of him would always remember the look in her eyes at his gentle touches. The raw and brittle hope that softened her sharp edges and turned her from Revy Two-Hands to a woman who wanted to be loved.