Fic: "In Which Revy's Panties Are Misplaced"

[redbrunja]

Title: In Which Revy's Panties Are Mislaid
Author/Artist: redbrunja 
Fandom: Black Lagoon
Prompt: Revy/Rock, drunk!sex, "I can't remember where I put your clothes."
Rating: R
Warnings: In which there is sex.
Author's Note: Written for springkink - I forgot to apply to join the com before the day I was supposed to post, so this will end up being late on the main com.
Summary: "Rock woke up already groping after his memories of the preceding night. His mind played coy."

Rock woke up already groping after his memories of the preceding night.

His mind played coy.

Rock gingerly touched his forehead, wincing at the throb of his headache, beating with the same rhythm as his heart.

Next to him, Revy stretched and rolled over, dragging the pillow over her head.

The image of her, tan, naked skin, the sheet twisted around her torso, her calves, thighs, and her dark triangle of pubic hair all completely bare didn't jog his memory - his memory more stumbled a few times and then collapsed in a heap.

He remembered -

Revy half-bent back over the table, hands fisted and resting on his shoulders while his lips moved tentatively against hers.

He remembered-

cupping her through denim and then carefully, carefully, carefully pulling the zipper open, sliding her shorts down her legs.

He remembered -

Revy tugging him down the hallway, stumbling, pulling him into his room by his tie while he kept touching her naked breasts, her naked belly, her naked her, his fingers sliding into her heat.

Rock tugged one end of the sheet over his lap, propped his knees up, and rested his painful head on them.

Next to him, Revy shifted distractingly and then sat up, the pillow falling to the floor.

"'Morning," she said slurred and then started looking around.

"I'm terribly sorry," Rock started, "but I can't remember where I put your clothes.

~

Dutch ambled into the galley, scratching his abs idly.

It was a morning for bacon and eggs, he decided. Or maybe pancakes. Or possibly pancakes and bacon and eggs. If there was any milk for the pancake mix.

He hitched his pale blue boxers further up his hips and pulled open the refrigerator door. Yep, milk, eggs, Revy's panties, bacon in the meat drawer.

Dutch closed the fridge door, rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, and opened it again.

One pair of precisely folded cut off shorts. Under one perfectly folded black tank top. And spread on top of those two items like a flag of surrender were Revy's white cotton bikini panties.

Clearly, those feminine grunts, those masculine moans, the slap of flesh on flesh hadn't been Benny turning his porn up too loud. Again.

Dutch pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd like to think that Rock and Rebecca resolving their unresolved sexual tension would make his life easier, but his mother hadn't raised a fool. No, this would only make things more complicated, not less.

And when the shit hit the fan, he needed to be ready. And fed.

Ignoring the pile of clothing sitting on the top shelf, Dutch grabbed the eggs, milk, bacon, and tomato juice.

He piled them on the counter, yawned, stretched and wondered where Revy's bra was.

"None of your damn business," he told himself and went to get the pancake mix.

Turns out Revy's bra was dangling from the no brand corn flakes box by one strap.

Dutch slide out the box of mix, tossed it on top of the other ingredients, and went to go find aspirin.

Oh, yeah, resolving the sexual tension was going to resolve nothing, Dutch could already tell.

Comments

[yumi-jean-sana.livejournal.com]

Awsomeness!! <3 love love love!
One question.... Revy wears a bra?! XD

8D

[shanejayell.livejournal.com]

LOL

Okay, that was cute.

[lirren.livejournal.com]

LOL, I love that the clothes were all neatly folded in the fridge.

[prototypical]

The clothes in the kitchen was amazing and unexpected. Thank you for writing one of my favorite and hard to find pairings.

[oceansex.livejournal.com]

... and now I really need to read this series. XD

[dethroned-king.livejournal.com]

LMFAO

Seconding the clothes in the kitchen was amazing and unexpected comment. It capped off the fic in a great way.

[digthenym.livejournal.com]

First of all, I am completely in love with your Dutch voice. It's so spot on, and I could almost see the panel by panel reaction of him opening up the fridge XD

Also, major squee points for Rock folding Revy's clothes and apologizing for not remembering XDDD

And I can totally see Benny turning his porn up to surround sound just to aggravate Dutch >:D

[dayofcaligula.livejournal.com]

So he had the time to fold her things? That's really funny. I like how you involved the whole courier crew in here, haha, especially Dutch (well, didn't know he'd get bothered by the sounds with all the porn magazines he has).

[etrangere.livejournal.com]

LOL

that's great! Poor Dutch.

[rbingham2000.livejournal.com]

I don't read a lot of Black Lagoon fic, so this absolutely made my day. Dutch finding Revy's clothes in the fridge neatly folded (and her bra hanging on the cornflakes box) was an absolute riot. Oh, Rock... ^_^

[chomiji]

LOL! As if Dutch's life weren't complicated enough. I wonder how much Revy and Rock had to drink - they both seem to have pretty impressive capacities!

[marusaia.livejournal.com]

I love this. Very nicely done. I'm always pleased when I see more Revy/Rock fiction. Dutch's reaction is right on the mark. Although I'm a little curious as to why and how most of Revy's clothes wound up in the fridge, not to mention why Rock apparently had enough time to fold them up nicely like he was doing laundry. Or why the bra happened to end up on the cornflakes box.

I wouldn't say that resolving the unresolved sexual tension wouldn't necessarily solve any problems. It would certainly solve a few problems. Of course it would create a few new ones as well. But the fact that Revy didn't kill Rock straight off, and that Dutch wasn't interrupted by the sounds of bloody murder, indicate that things seem to be looking up for the couple, as much as they can at any rate.

[the-sun-is-up.livejournal.com]

I just reread this fic and then realized that apparently I never commented to tell you how TOTALLY AWESOME it is! I especially love all the little character details - Benny's habit of turning his porn up too loud, Rock being considerate enough to fold up Revy's clothes (even while drunk), Revy's panties looking like a flag of surrender, and everything about Dutch's inner monologue. "None of your damn business" was hilarious and so very Dutch. And I was really struck by this image:

his memory more stumbled a few times and then collapsed in a heap.

Anyway, A++ fic!

[streussal.livejournal.com]

That was amazing! Dutch's voice was excellent. He's so long-suffering.

[hope-assassin.livejournal.com]

Oh God, this was absolutely priceless! <333 It was so nicely, deliciously hot at first and then so absolutely lulzy in the second part - I appreciate the wonderful high quality! Lovely writing! x3333 Memming~

[smillaraaq.livejournal.com]

Bwah! Oh, thank you for posting the year-end fic recap, I somehow missed this the first time around. I can sooooo see Rock, in a drunken fit of passion, getting fixated on folding and putting away the discarded clothes just so...even if the places he put them don't make much sense in the sober light of day. XD

And yes, the Dutch voice here is great. He really needs more fandom love -- hell, this whole SERIES needs more fandom love! The scarcity of fic for this continues to break my heart. *hearts*

[8winterdust8.livejournal.com]

Loved the jovial tone to the entire thing. I had two favorite lines::::

"And when the shit hit the fan, he needed to be ready. And fed." (This was the LAWLS)

and

"I'm terribly sorry," Rock started, "but I can't remember where I put your clothes. (Which was soooo beautiful in so many ways)