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Revy looked at the tired looking scarred woman across from her, behind the desk. She sighed. When she had been contacted by Balalaika, telling her that now that it would be okay to be in her office, to meet with her, Revy almost hadn’t gone to Balalaika. Out of spite, maybe. Out of anger. But she knew that wasn’t the truth. She had thought about staying away because she thought that Balalaika needed her to.
She had tried calling Balalaika several times after the vampire twins had been killed. After “Gretel” had died, her blood all over the docks, Revy had called Balalaika, wanting to know how her lover was. But Balalaika had avoided her. Had told her that she couldn’t, she just couldn’t right now. It had been a month since Revy had even been alone in the room with her lover.
“I’m sorry.” Balalaika said, eyes downcast, a rare thing for her to say, “I should have contacted you earlier. I wish I had called you sooner.”
Revy sighed, running her right hand through her thick, messy bangs. “Ah, whatever, sis. You needed that time. I get it. I shouldn’t have pushed. I’m sorry too.” It was a very un-Revy thing to say too. But she was saying it. Besides Dutch and Chang, Balalaika was the only one that could get Revy to say that and sincerely mean it.
Balalaika shook her head, smiling ruefully. “It’s fine, Two Hands. The past few weeks haven’t been very admirable for either of us, have they?” She slowly got up from her hefty desk chair, circling around her desk, walking to Revy. She slipped her arms around Revy’s waist and held her to her chest. Revy laid her head against Balalaika’s breasts, closing her eyes, inhaling Balalaika’s scent as she wrapped her arms around the older woman.
The smell of cigar and floral soap of some kind touched Revy’s nose and she couldn’t help but moan. Her right hand traveled up to Balalaika’s long mane of hair, curling her fingers around the wavy, glossy, blond locks. She felt Balalaika lean into her and felt the warmth from the older woman’s breath against her neck, gasping as Balalaika kissed her throat softly.
“I didn’t want you to see me like that.” Balalaika confessed, her words a smoky purr against Revy’s ear. “My men dead…………I’m supposed to be a pillar of strength for all of them. For the ones that are still here, upholding my appearance is the one thing I can do for them.”
Revy shook her head against Balalaika. “Not with ME you don’t have to.” She turned to Balalaika, opening her eyes. “You don’t have to act like you’re untouchable with ME. I know you. You’re not fucking made of steel.” Revy pulled her arms out from behind Balalaika and cupped the older woman’s face in her hands. She stroked her left hand against the Russian woman’s scars, feeling the rough bumps along her palm. “You don’t have to act like you’re made of steel around me.”
Balalaika’s smile was tired and had an almost disconcerting amount of amusement at the same time. “I know that. But I’ll always be the Captain of their army. Even when I’m with you.”
Revy winced. So she was continually reminded. “Yeah,” She snorted, trying to gloss over the reminder with a perverse joke, “And that’s one of the appealing things about when we’re fucking, right, kapitan?”
Balalaika chuckled, stroking her left hand down Revy’s back. “I suppose.” Balalaika kissed Revy’s forehead.
“By the way,” Balalaika said, “My men told me that you and that nun from the Rip Off Church were there that night. I wouldn’t have thought that you would try to steal my vengeance from me, Rebecca.”
Revy pulled back from Balalaika just a little as she gripped her arms more tightly around the older woman’s waist, noticing that the blonde’s expression wasn’t an angry or even annoyed one, if anything, Balalaika was smirking. “I wasn’t trying to fucking do that, sis.” Revy answered, glaring at the mob boss. “I told Eda that I was with her to get the money. But I just wanted to kill the little fuckers that had hurt you.”
Balalaika chuckled, the sound bearing a deep sadness that ripped at Revy’s heart. “I know what you were trying to do, little girl. And I………..I love you for it.” Revy gasped
“You know what the funny thing about that night was, sis?” Revy asked, chuckling, smiling morosely, “There were two shooting stars that night. Ain’t that the funniest sack of bull you’ve ever heard?”
Balalaika smiled in that way that she saw a sick joke for what it was.
“Yes, vozlyublennyy, it is,” she said, holding Revy to her, as the two of them laughed at the sick joke that two shooting stars-stereotypically speaking, symbols of hopeful wishes, should fire up in the sky, while a bloody hunt was down below in this city of filth, “It’s one of the funniest things I’ve heard.”
The two of them shook together, laughing sickly, and Revy leaned against Balalaika, reaching her left hand out, pressing it against the scarred side of Balalaika’s face, guiding Balalaika so that her forehead was pressing against Revy’s-what little comfort Revy could offer.