Fast tracked for Fluffyman. Enjoy lol. This chapter will probably be massively edited when I get the time, but until then, here you go.

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The sight that greeted Rock when he left the bathroom was one that would be with him to his grave and beyond.

Revy had somehow managed to roll over in her sleep so that she was lying on her stomach, sheet pulled along with her shirt up to her shoulders baring her whole back, knees brought up and out a little to display her perfect ass as if just begging to be -

Fuck.

The black panties framed her smooth bottom cheeks almost perfectly, save for the fact that they had been pulled slightly down by whatever squirming she had done in her sleep. Thus revealing just the slightest dip there that would so exquisitely brush against the sides of his tongue as he started there and lapped all the way up her spine to kiss her shoulder and then just -

Fuck!

He couldn't handle this! This wasn't fair! No damned way in hell could this-

Then she started moaning.

Rock watched transfixed as the beautiful sleeping temptress before him slowly rocked her hips back and forth and made sounds that made his cock all but explode from the pressure building up there.

Four times. Four times in just a few hours, three by his hand and once rocking unknowingly against his pants, and now he was so hard he ached like never before and this wasn't fucking fair!

He was trying to be good, dammit! Failing, but still trying to keep some scrap of virtue. This was one line he wouldn't cross, no matter how amazingly enticing she sounded or how completely fuckable she looked.

Or how that little wet spot kept growing and begging to be kissed.

Even in the soft light, even on black fabric, it stood out and demanded his attention. Oh how he wanted to roll her over and put her to sleep properly, to ignore this and just drift off to sleep. But he just couldn't. Not when she so obviously wanted.

So he found himself standing once more at the edge of the bed, looking down at the most beautiful woman in the world. His hand reached out without him and stroked slowly down her back, gliding over her smooth skin to stop at that little indent, that little spot just calling for him to-

Fuck.

Never mind, he was a dead man walking anyway. Least he could do is give her a hand.

So his hands slid her black panties down halfway to her knees while he stared stubbornly at her hair. Somehow his hands had more freedom from him than his eyes. For all the sense that made.

His left hand stroked the small of her back while his right slide down that wonderful curve to cup her sweet pussy. Her small moans grew a little louder and he wondered what she was dreaming about. Perhaps one day she'd dream of him. Perhaps.

Fingers slide back and forth, gently stroking and rubbing over warm flesh. She grew wetter still so he dared and slid a finger slightly inside her, marvelling at the warmth. Parts of him throbbed at what could have been theirs were he slightly more of a bastard. Then she was rocking again and his finger slide home, followed by a second.

He kept the purposeful tilt of his body to angle himself away from her, it was now just about the only thing stopping him from jumping her. Back and forth his hand moved, middle two fingers curling up inside her, other two fingers pressed on either side as his palm cupped her.

It seemed to be working better than he thought as she made louder noises and moved more against his hand. He spent the entire time trying not to imagine her wrapped around his cock instead. He groaned quietly at one particularly good sound she made and then she was undone, clenching around his fingers and shivers running down her back. He slowed his fingers as she came down and slowly slowly pulled out.

God, his fingers were so wet. Not rewarding himself in anyway, he dried them on his towel which he used to clean her up a little before carefully pulling her panties back up and rolling her onto her side.

Revy was still flushed pink and she looked amazingly more beautiful than ever. He covered her slightly with his sheet, the way she liked to sleep, and made his way back to his bed. Enough was enough. This was just getting too ridiculous. Climbing onto bed, he faced the wall and with a massive amount of determination and courage, smashed his head into the wall and knocked himself out. Sweet oblivion...

Much to Revy's shock and amusement.

Too bad he hadn't fucked her. Oh well. Maybe next time.

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The next day brought with it one hangover and one wall-induced headache, so the two Lagoon company employees spent the day drinking cold water and painkillers. Conversation was stilted and after the first two tries, they just gave it up. Some days just weren't worth it.

Balalaika decided to visit them to check wether they were alive or not, half expecting to see them humping away or at each others throats. Or both. She was rather put out to find them sleeping off the previous night. Revy appeared to be barely surviving her worst hangover yet, while Rock strangely enough seemed to have suffered a blow to the head. What on earth happened last night?

Oh well. That's why she put the cameras behind the mirror, after all. She'd have to remember to collect them before the flight tomorrow.

Then she would know for sure. A certain tang to the air as she walked out left her feeling rather more hopeful than when she walked in. Perhaps she'd get a good show after all. It was about time with those two. Honestly.