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The first thing Revy had noticed about Balalaika was how big she was, how fucking tall, and how the sheer width of her body could overshadow hers. She didn’t seem to care, either, about how rude or unpleasant Revy was when they had first met, Dutch having told her to do all the talking, but her unable to resist opening her mouth, and the woman had looked at her. Her eyes had been so serious that moment, but then the edges had wrinkled in playfulness, “You must be Dutch’s new employee.”
“Yeah, Revy–shit–two hands.”
“I’ve heard quite a lot about you.”
And that had been their introduction.
It was hard to gauge how perceptive she was, what kind of background check Balalaika had managed to run on her. And then Balalaika had made a move on her. It had been unexpected, and Revy had been a red-faced mess. Balalaika had been calm, cool and collected the whole time.
She had come up to Revy after she had finished dealing with the last of the dealers, standing there, panting, putting one gun back. Balalaika had retrieved a handkerchief from who-knows-where. Revy looked at her, blinking.
“Look at me, girl.”
“Huh?”
Revy’s chin was grabbed, tilting her head back and removing the smear of blood there. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah–I think so.”
Balalaika glanced down the space between the shipping crates and up one final time, reaching to wipe her lips. “Stupid girl.” And she kissed Revy, and Revy fumbled back, arms stupidly flailing at her sides. “You shouldn’t just stare, you know, it’s rude.”
“I–” her lips were stupidly slack, looking at her. “Sis–”
“Or is it something else, hmm? Do you just enjoy staring at me?” she asked, reaching to tilt Revy’s chin up again, nail dragging along her jawline this time. “Or is it the scars, hmm? Take a good look at them if that’s the case.”
“Fuck, it’s not that…”
“Then quit staring.”
“I’m sorry, shit, I do think you’re hot but–”
“But what?” she pressed closer, and this time Revy fell the hot side of the shipping crate on her shoulders and back. “Speak up.”
Revy wanted her, of course, she wanted her, but she couldn’t have her. No way in hell was a woman like Balalaika going for a woman like her. She bit her lip, sucking on it, trying to think of a way to get out of this. She looked down. Balalaika seemed to be even closer, even if her feet didn’t move as she looked up again. Her chest was tight, and Balalaika looked down at her, growing ever impatient.
“I don’t have all day.”
“I–” she stumbled over what to say, “It just won’t fucking work– Alright– and you got business with Dutch anyway–!”
“It can be quick. We won’t speak of it again.”
“That’s–we just fucking can’t, alright? I can’t.”
Balalaika seemed to soften her approach, slightly, “Why not?” Her breath tickled Revy’s nose, “Tell me, Rebecca. ”
“How do you know my damn name…”
“It wasn’t hard to find…” Revy wished Balalaika would kiss her again, to stop the needy noise coming out of her throat when the woman took a step closer, and they were pressed close together. And she tried to hold herself together, “You say you don’t want this–”
“I do…”
Balalaika’s hand slipped under her shirt, her bare chest sensitive as ever as Balalaika found her nipple, her lips parting as she pinched it, looking down at Revy. Revy clenched her thighs together, praying to a non-existent God that she did not get hard. There was no such luck as Balalaika leaned in to kiss her, her lust made obvious as she kneaded at Revy’s breast, pinching at the hardened peak until it grew painful, Revy whimpering. There was an uncomfortable pressure in her shorts now, hoping Balalaika did not notice, did not put her hand there, that she would keep playing with her breast now that they were pressed together under her coat.
“A- ah– ”
“I saw the way you’ve been watching me… keep looking at me…”
Revy whimpered. Balalaika’s hand went down, and panic gripped her. She went stiff, everywhere. Balalaika’s hand paused at her stomach, looking at Revy’s face, trying to read her, trying to understand the girl. Revy’s fist tightened, trying to quell her arousal. “We aren’t going to have time… to take care of this…” she reached down anyway, feeling the hot stiffness tucked away in Revy’s shorts. Revy jerked into the touch, losing herself in the arousal again. “Not out here…”
“A-ah…” The woman was roughly touching her through her shorts, palming over the stiffness. “Did you– shit– know…?” she managed.
“I had a lead,” she said, moving her hand away to press Revy closer by her hips until their lower halves were pressed together, Revy’s chin resting on her clavicle. She pressed against Balalaika, trying not to grind into her but damn if the hand on her backside didn’t encourage it, and she whispered close to Revy’s ear, “We only have a minute, at best… try to… make it less visible. Follow me to the car, alright…”
“I can finish quick… I haven’t..”
“The car,” Balalaika pried herself back, just enough that they were no longer touching but Revy could sort herself out in the privacy of her coat.
Revy reached down, adjusting herself, trying to make her arousal less obvious and regretting these tiny shorts and everything else. Balalaika found her handkerchief again, reaching to wipe away the shine of wet lipstick, just in time for her hand to drop as she heard Boris’s voice nearby, “Kapitan?”
“Come, Rebecca.”
Revy followed, trying not to make eye contact with Boris, as Balalaika informed him, in Russian, that she would be returning to Hotel Moscow with them. The car ride was not as uncomfortable as it could have been, and Revy resigned herself to silence in the backseat, trying to avoid conversation.
They arrived, and Balalaika instructed Revy to follow her to her office, not without her guns being taken by the front desk and possibly the most anxiety-inducing search she had ever experienced. Balalaika had some pity on her at least–insisting it ‘be quick’ and ‘they had things to discuss’ and ‘just for protocol.’
She crossed on arm over her chest, looking down a bit as she entered Balalaika’s office, the woman sitting on the couch and shrugging the coat back. “Come here.”
Revy sat on the couch beside her, arm still crossed over, looking away.
“What did I tell you? You can look at me, Revy,” she leaned over, reaching for Revy’s face, pulling it towards her. Revy was more prepared for this kiss, reaching for Balalaika back, hearing a low chuckle as Balalaika shoved her back on the couch, pressing her back with each kiss, hands going under her top to shamelessly grope at her. Balalaika pulled back, unbuttoning the top of her jacket, and blouse, and reaching for one of Revy’s hands, pulling it to her clothed breast. Revy bit her lip, groping.
Her breasts were large too, refusing to be tugged from the fabric and foam that held them as Revy tried to slide her hand into it until Balalaika pulled back, “I said I would finish taking care of this…” she reached down, palming over where Revy had become uncomfortably aroused again, her stiffness pressed against the shorts, throbbing faintly. She tugged the zipper down, a movement that was somehow graceful with how she did it, as she looked down at Balalaika as her shorts were tugged down, as well as her underwear, until it came free.
She tried to sit up, a bit, only for Balalaika’s hand to push her back, “ I am taking care of this…”
“Yeah– ah –” Her hand touched first, moving down. Revy could have keened as the soft hand stroked her, ever slowly, ever teasingly. And she moved down, looking quite pleased with herself.
“Keep watching me, Rebecca… ”
“I am–” her tongue darted out, going for just the tip, for the small bit of wetness that had leaked out there, watching Revy all the same, the way her body stiffened at the slightest touch, moving her tongue there, ever slowly still. Despite her diet, as far as Balalaika could tell, consisting of cigarettes, beer, and last night’s leftovers, she tasted pleasant, and she licked across the other side of the tip, her hand wrapping around the base of Revy’s cock, holding it there despite her twitching.
Her breath was warm as she spoke, so close to her arousal, “You like watching me so much, I thought… why not now?”
“It’s… embarrassing…” her face was red enough to make that an undeniable fact, even more than it had been in the heat outside.
“It is?” Balalaika pressed a kiss to the shaft, and then tilted her head, looking at Revy and moving her hand, slowly.
“Yeah–”
“Hmm…”
She took the tip into her mouth, sucking at it, eyes looking up at Revy, making sure she was watching , dragging her tongue along the underside.
“I–” Balalaika didn’t reply to Revy’s unintelligible mumbling, as she struggled to put words together, “Quit doing that…”
“You want me to stop?” her voice grew playful at the end, raising an eyebrow, stroking Revy, refusing to give her a moment’s peace.
“I don’t know–shit!”
“Shh…” she hushed her, “How long has it been?”
“Too long…”
“I can tell,” she stroked, returning with her mouth, sucking and moving her head slowly, reaching to pull a strand of her bangs that had fallen forward in the act behind her ears. Revy wasn’t sure where to put her hands, grabbing onto the old leather cushions harder, where it was growing sweatier from her palms–even more now, and trying not to move too much, and Balalaika kept her pinned in place.
“Ah–” she kept doing that thing, rolling her tongue and looking at her, watching Revy’s reaction. She pulled her mouth away, keeping one hand there, and her other hand going who-knows-where and stroking hard. “Mmm–” she was close, and clearly Balalaika knew that. She cursed. “ Ah– ” Something curled inside her, dangerous and striking, centered where Balalaika’s soft hand held her, and she tried to reach her hands up to cover her face, her eyes, and the hand was snatched down, holding hers. That must have been where her other hand went, she cursed.
“Watch.”
Balalaika’s hand tugged away, and found the handkerchief again, the bit of blood still on there as Balalaika brought it close, running her tongue along Revy’s member, “Come, Rebecca…”
She did, other hand trying to find another place to grasp, to keep her here, for anything--she came hard, right onto the stupid handkerchief with Balalaika pressing a final kiss to the head as it throbbed, and she twitched again, and she pulled the handkerchief away, chucking it to the floor, “There we are. You can follow some directions…” she removed her hand from Revy’s, moving back up to face her, looking down at her.