robotech fic - maelström
Maelström chapter 13
Disclaimer: I don’t own Robotech or any of it’s characters. This fic was written for entertainment purposes only. No infringement is intended
Author’s note: This is a Roy and Lisa fanfic, you are warned. If you don’t want to read this please don’t. I wrote this because I have always think that Roy is an awesome character and that he and Lisa will make a wonderful couple if it weren't for Claudia. In order for this fic to work Roy never died in the episode “Farwell Big Brother”
Reviews: I love reviews, they are what keeps me writing and is the only way I have to know if you like it or not this fic. So please try to send one even if it just one word.
To: Carla, thanks for helping me to develop this idea and for giving me the courage to write this.To Dwayne for being my beta again, without you I don't know what I'll do and to Feña.
Enjoy....
Maelström
Chapter 13
“Burn”
Lisas was holding the edge of the balcony that Roy had taken her two days earlier, her hair was still a mess after two VTs had taken off and she breathed out heavily.
“It’s time,” she said out loud. It was time to face her fear; it was time to face Rick. She had been making assumptions of why he had stood her up and she needed to stop thinking that he had chosen Minmei over her one more time. Maybe Roy was right, maybe she was worth being chosen. She thought, involuntarily remembering Roy’s expression and unable to not feel this weird sensation in her chest, but all her thoughts faded away when a new VT took off. when the wind and sound trail disappeared she had a resolution in her mind. She would go Rick’s place.
When the cab stopped in front of Rick house, she took a deep breath before stepping outside. She had felt so brave when she thought about doing this when she was on the Balcony, but now, her knees felt weak. Never the less, she was here already and she would not run away. So she stepped outside the cab and walked with determination towards Rick’s front door. She had been caught up in thinking about what she would say; that she did not pay attention to the fact the door was open. She only noticed that when she was about knock on it and her hand missed the door. Only then she paid attention to what was going on.
There she was; Minmei was in Rick’s house and was asking him to let her stay there. And that was it, she didn’t need to hear Rick’s answer because she knew it, she had known it all this time: it had always been Minmei.
Time froze. The only thing she could feel was her heart pumping in her ears louder and louder. It was only then that she realized she was running. She had run away as fast as she could, in the snow until her legs could not move anymore. She stopped in front a street lamp and held on to it, her knees too weak to hold her up. She was shaking not from the cold but the anger, the pain, the humiliation. Lisa tried to catch her breath, but it felt like she was breathing thousands of pieces of broken glass.
She saw herself then, she saw herself all these last few months and saw how pathetic she had been. She saw herself cleaning his house, doing his laundry, cooking for him and covering him at work. He saw herself waiting for him in the cold. All those hours, seated at that table alone, and then she saw the looks in people’s eyes when they looked at her, how they felt shame and pity for her. The condescendence in their eyes.
And then the tremors became stronger. She hated herself so much and she asked herself how she had become that girl? The whiny, needy girl, that she had always hated. She clenched her fists and her jaw but she could not hold back the tears. She hated him but most of all she hated herself. She hated the person she had become. She despised herself.
“Are you okay, Miss?” a man asked her, looking at her with that same look that people gave her lately. Pity.
“I’m fine, I don’t’ need your help,” she barked at him
Her raw answer made him take a step back in surprise. The way she was looking at him with so much anger, he didn’t knew what to do so he walked away murmuring something about that’s what you get when you try to help people.
Lisa stood up as she watched the man leave. She did not want his compassion, or anyone’s compassion, not any more.
No, she was not the pathetic, stupid girl who had fallen for the childish pilot who was in love of Miss Macross. “No more,” she whispered between her teeth as she stood up straight for the first time since she had arrived at Rick’s house. She cleaned her tears so hard that she left her cheeks red and tightened her fists. No one would ever feel pity for her again, never. She promised it to herself.
She looked around, trying to figure it out exactly where she was. She had run away from Rick’s house with no specific direction without even realizing she was running. She had run outside of the military residential area to the civilian residential zone. She knew she had to take a cab and go to her place, but somehow she did not feel like going home. She wanted to break the cycle, she wanted to do something she normally wouldn’t do, and then she saw the lights of a small bar right in front of her.
She entered the bar and looked for the most far away table and she found one, a small, dark hidden table, just the type of table that she was looking for. She sat there and ordered a scotch. She needed something strong and once the glass arrived she took a long sip. She enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol going down her throat, and while doing so she held the glass in her hands and looked at the ice cubes in it, thinking about how much her life had changed. She tried to find the moment she had diverted herself from her path, where she had thought she deserved a normal life, when she had fooled herself to thinking that he could fall for her and then what? Get married? Have a family? That wasn’t the type of life she had imagined for her, at least not after Karl. After that she had always known that her life was the military, that that was what she was good at, that was where she succeeded. She took another gulp and this time she felt the flavor of the scotch in her mouth. It was strong and rough and burned on its way down.
She finished her first glass trying to find an answer to her behavior, trying to figure out what had happened; as if she was seated in front of a plan trying to figure out what had gone wrong with her strategy, trying to see things from the outside as if she was analyzing the data from a battle that had gone terribly wrong. She needed to understand why she had failed. She was immersed in her thoughts and halfway through her second glass of scotch when someone put something in front of her and blocked her view of the dance floor, not like she was watching anyway. She looked up and saw Roy.
“Can I sit?” he asked and Lisa just looked at the place on the couch next to her. “I really think I need one of those,” Roy said and signaled to the waiter.
“What are you doing here?” Lisa asked, still trying to shake her thoughts away. She didn’t want to talk to him or anyone else for the matter, but she didn’t have the strength to kick him away.
“I could ask you the same thing, but then again…” Roy said and paused while the waiter put a glass of the same Scotch Lisa was drinking in front of him. “I think we both came from the same place,” he added without looking at her and taking a long gulp from his glass.
“You saw her?” Lisa found herself asking too fast to stop it.
“Yes, I went to talk to him, to have a good old brother time and share an old scotch,” he said pointing at the package that was on the table.
“But I found Miss Macross there instead.”
“So did I.”
“So I made peace with Rick for the incident the other day and left, it wasn’t like the three of us had much to talk anyway.”
“Somehow she always finds her way back,” Lisa said sadly.
“Yes she does,” Roy said looking at Lisa as she looked at her glass with a broken expression; it wasn’t like she had a fight with Rick, it was deeper than that.
“But you know what,” Roy said after he finished his drink “I don’t want to spend the night before Christmas eve talking about Miss Macross, I have a great bottle of old scotch that you don’t see often after the war and I think we should get out of here and drink it. After all what’s there to lose?”
Lisa looked at him; in other moments she would have said No that they had work tomorrow, that it wasn’t the right thing to do, but tonight it felt like the right thing to do. “You’re right, what’s there to lose.”
They paid the bill and left the place, and went to Lisa’s house. Once they arrived at Lisa’s house she went straight to the kitchen and got some glasses while Roy stood in front of the stereo trying to figure out what kind of music to put on that they would both enjoy.
“There,” she said leaving the glasses on the coffee table. She then took her coat off while an old piano music started to play making Roy grin as he took his own coat off.
“Didn’t know you like this type of music,” Roy said as he sat on the couch and started to open the bottle of scotch.
“Why? What kind of music do you think I like?” she asked curious as she sat next to him and grabbed the glass of scotch that he was offering to her.
“Don’t know. Actually I never imagined you liked music at all,” Roy said and before he finished the sentence Lisa slapped him on the back of his head. “Hey!” Roy protested.
“Of course I like music, as a matter of fact I’m an awesome piano player. I even won awards you know,” Lisa said proud of herself.
“Who would have guessed,” Roy said and Lisa gave him a killer look that he answered with his trade mark grin. “To Lisa Hayes, the piano player,” Roy added and raise his glass.
Lisa couldn’t help but to smile at Roy; he always knew what to do to make women’s hearts skip a beat. “Cheers to that,” she said realizing that it was the first time she smiled since she left Rick house, and that her heart wasn’t as heavy and dark as it was before.
They had not only lost track of time but also about how many glasses they’d had to drink. The only thing for sure was that Roy’s bottle of scotch was coming to its end.
“You do realize that we have work tomorrow, don’t you?” Lisa said as she left her empty glass on top of the coffee table.
“I do, but I’m not the one who’s been drinking like and old sailor,” Roy said between laughs.
“Oh come on like you weren’t,” replied Lisa
“Technically, I was naval pilot from the RDF when I joined for the first war, considering that and the fact that you think I’m old, well yeah I’m an old sailor.” He said and Lisa couldn’t help a smiling.
“Come on, let’s put this in the kitchen and call it a night,” Roy said as he stood up.
“Yup, Old sailor,” Lisa said as she stood up.
They went to the kitchen to leave the glasses there as well as the leftovers of Chinese food that Lisa had reheated for them when they’d gotten halfway through the bottle of scotch.
“It’s nice to see you laugh, you look nice when you laugh,” Roy said as he left his glass on the counter, and reached for the bottle of scotch.
She watched him as he said that, trying to find a hint of shame in his words like Rick always had after saying something like that to her, but she couldn’t find even a small hint of it.
“It doesn’t happen too often lately,” she said and changed her smile for a serious look. “Between Kyron and all the rest it’s hard to find a reason to laugh.”
“That’s why I don’t think about future,” he added while pouring the last drops of scotch into his glass.
“I guess you’re right. Why keep wasting time hopping for shiny futures. We’re soldiers. I’m a soldier and that’s all I’m ever going to be. Nothing more, nothing less,” She said and drank what was left In her glass. Roy looked at her, opened his mouth to say something but instead he took a long gulp of the recent pourted scotch from his glass.
“What? You’re not going to give me the speech about how I deserve more than that, how we both deserve bright shiny futures and bla bla bla,” Lisa added putting her glass roughly on the counter.
"Nope, bright shiny futures aren't meant for people like us Lisa. I'm a fighter pilot and that's it, but then I met Claudia and I thought I could have a bright shiny future but I was wrong," he paused.
"It’s not like I regret my time with Claudia because I don’t. It’s just that I’m Roy Fokker, Captain of the Skull, and bright shinny future isn’t for me. In fact you and I, we're the one who have to fight the fights so the rest can go home and have their bright shinny futures," he said with a bittersweet smile and put the glass into the sink.
Lisa could not keep her eyes off him. Never in a millions years would she have thought that Roy would be the one to understand her. He understood that there were people who had to fight the fights so the rest could go home. She found his eyes and saw the understanding bright and clear in them and for the first time she felt understood.
And before she even knew what she was doing she kissed him, tentatively, mostly because she wanted to kiss him. She never expected him to kiss her back, so that’s why when he answered the kiss with equal intensity Lisa felt she was going to burn. It was a deep, charged kiss. He wanted to conquer her mouth as much as she had realized she wanted to conquer his. She pushed him hard against the refrigerator and tried to grab the hair behind his neck in an effort to gain control over the kiss, but as soon as she did that he fought back. She felt the magnets of the fridge embed in her back as he flipped them around and pushed her against the refrigerator and deepened the kiss. His toned body pressed against her and one of his hands tightly held onto her waist making her feel… she couldn't find the word. Her brain was too overloaded trying to process all the physical sensations that her body was feeling to worry about something as trivial as a word. But one thing was certain; if instant human combustion hadn't been proved yet she might be the first documented case because she felt like she could ignite in any moment.
Gods, she wanted him. She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel him closer to her and in an instinctive movement she moved one of her legs up to lock it over one of his hips, pressing him closer to her.
As instinctive as her move was his reaction. His hips moved forward making it clear that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. His move made Lisa break the kiss because she hold in a moan. At that moment he grabbed her and, though she had no idea how he’d managed it, he’d lifted her onto the counter so she found herself seated on top of it looking straight into his eyes. His deep blue eyes were burning with passion. She bit her lower lip feeling that she could not control what she was feeling. He took advantage of her pause and started to trailed kisses from under her ear to her shoulder sending electric shocks down her spine and making her arch her back as she sank her nails into the edge of the counter.
His touch was intoxicating, and yet she wanted to feel him closer. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him hard against her, feeling how his mouth drew a smile against her shoulder, and then it traveled back to her mouth. They kissed again as she fought desperately to set him free from his uniform jacket while he did the same with hers.
They broke the kiss to take in some air. He rested his head against her forehead trying to remember how to breathe, while she felt her heart beating so hard in her ears it was as if his kisses were oxygen now. She kissed his forehead and then trailed her kissed down to his cheeks and then to the earlobe of his ear. He made a guttural sound.
He took a step back, making her catch her breath and he put one of his hands on her face making her look at him.
“You’re not playing fair,” he said with a deep hot voice, and then he gave her a naughty grin as he lifted her from the counter. She closed her legs around his hips as if her life depended of it. This was wrong in so many ways and yet she didn’t want to stop, actually she couldn’t.
She didn’t knew how, and quite honestly she didn’t care, but somehow and between a lot of crashes against the walls they had ended up in her bedroom. She was pressed against the wall next to her bed, her legs still tightly crossed around Roy’s hips and her hands sank in his hair as his hands found a way to travel under her skirt. His experienced hands that made her tremble and bite his lower lip. He complained but did not break the kiss. A moment later he turned and put her on the bed, looking at her as if he was thinking of a way to make her pay for what she had done, she shivered in anticipation.
As she was laying on the bed waiting him to move, she felt like every second was an eternity. He knew that of course, and took all the time in the world to make his next move. He put one knee on the bed and then slowly the other. It was pure agony for Lisa and he knew it. He moved closer to kiss her and the pulled back to which she protested with a guttural sound, making him smiled.
“You’re evil,” Lisa found the strength to talk.
“I know,” he said and when Lisa was about to protest again he kissed her deeply, letting his entire body weight fall over her. She felt his whole body pressed against her and in that moment she knew she was lost. She had thought for a moment that she might be the first case of human instant combustion, now she was sure because she felt her entire body burning, aching for him.
Before she realized her hands frantically started to search for the edge of his shirt. She wanted to feel his body not the harsh fabric of the uniform. And as soon as she got rid of that she went down for his pants. She didn’t know if she had found a hidden skill or if he’d helped her but before she knew it he only had his boxers on. She was desperate and he once again slowed things down.
He slowly pulled her shirt up over her head and once he did that, he softly pushed the locks of her hair behind her ears and kissed her deep in the mouth, just for a moment, a delicious moment, and then with a sudden rush he pulled her skirt off in one clean move, and there she was laying only in her under wear over her bed feeling that her entire body was going to collapse at any moment, feeling so many things at once.
She thought he was going to kiss her again, she was waiting for that, and then an electric bolt traveled around her entire body from where he’d kissed her calf. He’d kissed her there and was working his way up causing her to arch her back to what she thought was an impossible angle and her fingers tore into the bedspread. She opened her eyes searching for him. She had to see him and she found his eyes looking for hers as he mischievously kept trailing kisses along her thighs, her belly and belly button. He then moved to her side following her ribs, kissing them one by one and then her scar, her burn scar. She held her breath.
The moment he kissed her burn mark, she froze. Everything seemed to stop. Time held still and she was taken back to the day of Claudia’s funeral. She saw herself getting dressed for the funeral watching for the first time her left side covered with a burn mark caused by the explosion. That was the only part that Claudia’s body had not protected from the blast.
He looked at her and saw the look in her eyes. In a second a memory flashed in his head: he remembered Claudia’s arm when he’d held her hand in the morgue refusing to believe she had died. He remembered the burn marks on her arm and they were the same. He instinctively stepped back.
Lisa covered herself with the bedspread, trying to hide her burn marks as fast as she could. All the heat that she’d felt running through her veins just a second ago was now replaced with a cold lacerating feeling. What the hell was she about to do?
“I’ve … I,” mumble Roy. He felt out of place and he saw the guilt and shame on Lisa’s face as she tried to cover herself. He wanted to say something, but words were never his best talent.
“We should …” Lisa tried to say but words escaped her.
“Work, early in the morning,” Roy finished her sentence.
“Yes,” she said somehow relieved.
“I better,” Roy said as he stood up putting his pants on in less than a second.
“Yeah you should, we both have to be early …”
“Yup,” he said and grabbed the rest of his clothes that were spread around the bed. He searched for words in his brain, but didn’t find them. He saw her expression and knew that leaving like that was a mistake; he didn’t want her to think that she was just another one on the long list of Roy Fokker’s one stand girls. But what could he say? That for the first time since Claudia had died he felt like he was betraying her, despite the fact that he had slept with more women than he wanted to remember.
“I’ll … Bye,” was all that he could articulate while he started to walk outside the room.
“Good night,” said Lisa in whisper as she watched him leave. The moment he crossed the door frame she covered her face with her hands. What the hell was she doing? She just didn’t learn, did she?
She was not only making the same mistakes that she had made with Rick all over again, but she was also betraying the memory of her best friend, the only true friend she had ever had. Seriously what the hell was wrong with her?
“Lisa,” she heard a whisper from the door, making her jump. “I’ve made plenty of mistakes lately, but you’re not one of them. You should know that.”
“I..”
“You don’t have to say anything; I just needed you to know that you’ll never be a mistake.” Roy found himself saying to his own surprise. And as fast he had appeared in Lisa’s bedroom he faded away.
Lisa was still in her place, her body froze trying to digest Roy’s words without knowing what to make of them. Yes, this had been a mistake, but not for the reasons she’d originally thought it had been a mistake. She felt her heart become heavy, but it was different than the many times Rick had run away. It was probably guilt but it was more than that.
She let herself fall onto the bed, not wanting to think anymore and covered her face with a pillow. It had his scent on it and she couldn’t help but sigh as she pushed the pillow away. The only thing she knew for sure, was that Roy was no Rick.
To be continued...
Author's note: The title of this chapter is from the song "Burn" from Ellie Goulding, hope you enjoy the chapter and please reply!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Robotech or any of it’s characters. This fic was written for entertainment purposes only. No infringement is intended
Author’s note: This is a Roy and Lisa fanfic, you are warned. If you don’t want to read this please don’t. I wrote this because I have always think that Roy is an awesome character and that he and Lisa will make a wonderful couple if it weren't for Claudia. In order for this fic to work Roy never died in the episode “Farwell Big Brother”
Reviews: I love reviews, they are what keeps me writing and is the only way I have to know if you like it or not this fic. So please try to send one even if it just one word.
To: Carla, thanks for helping me to develop this idea and for giving me the courage to write this.To Dwayne for being my beta again, without you I don't know what I'll do and to Feña.
Enjoy....
Maelström
Chapter 13
“Burn”
Lisas was holding the edge of the balcony that Roy had taken her two days earlier, her hair was still a mess after two VTs had taken off and she breathed out heavily.
“It’s time,” she said out loud. It was time to face her fear; it was time to face Rick. She had been making assumptions of why he had stood her up and she needed to stop thinking that he had chosen Minmei over her one more time. Maybe Roy was right, maybe she was worth being chosen. She thought, involuntarily remembering Roy’s expression and unable to not feel this weird sensation in her chest, but all her thoughts faded away when a new VT took off. when the wind and sound trail disappeared she had a resolution in her mind. She would go Rick’s place.
When the cab stopped in front of Rick house, she took a deep breath before stepping outside. She had felt so brave when she thought about doing this when she was on the Balcony, but now, her knees felt weak. Never the less, she was here already and she would not run away. So she stepped outside the cab and walked with determination towards Rick’s front door. She had been caught up in thinking about what she would say; that she did not pay attention to the fact the door was open. She only noticed that when she was about knock on it and her hand missed the door. Only then she paid attention to what was going on.
There she was; Minmei was in Rick’s house and was asking him to let her stay there. And that was it, she didn’t need to hear Rick’s answer because she knew it, she had known it all this time: it had always been Minmei.
Time froze. The only thing she could feel was her heart pumping in her ears louder and louder. It was only then that she realized she was running. She had run away as fast as she could, in the snow until her legs could not move anymore. She stopped in front a street lamp and held on to it, her knees too weak to hold her up. She was shaking not from the cold but the anger, the pain, the humiliation. Lisa tried to catch her breath, but it felt like she was breathing thousands of pieces of broken glass.
She saw herself then, she saw herself all these last few months and saw how pathetic she had been. She saw herself cleaning his house, doing his laundry, cooking for him and covering him at work. He saw herself waiting for him in the cold. All those hours, seated at that table alone, and then she saw the looks in people’s eyes when they looked at her, how they felt shame and pity for her. The condescendence in their eyes.
And then the tremors became stronger. She hated herself so much and she asked herself how she had become that girl? The whiny, needy girl, that she had always hated. She clenched her fists and her jaw but she could not hold back the tears. She hated him but most of all she hated herself. She hated the person she had become. She despised herself.
“Are you okay, Miss?” a man asked her, looking at her with that same look that people gave her lately. Pity.
“I’m fine, I don’t’ need your help,” she barked at him
Her raw answer made him take a step back in surprise. The way she was looking at him with so much anger, he didn’t knew what to do so he walked away murmuring something about that’s what you get when you try to help people.
Lisa stood up as she watched the man leave. She did not want his compassion, or anyone’s compassion, not any more.
No, she was not the pathetic, stupid girl who had fallen for the childish pilot who was in love of Miss Macross. “No more,” she whispered between her teeth as she stood up straight for the first time since she had arrived at Rick’s house. She cleaned her tears so hard that she left her cheeks red and tightened her fists. No one would ever feel pity for her again, never. She promised it to herself.
She looked around, trying to figure it out exactly where she was. She had run away from Rick’s house with no specific direction without even realizing she was running. She had run outside of the military residential area to the civilian residential zone. She knew she had to take a cab and go to her place, but somehow she did not feel like going home. She wanted to break the cycle, she wanted to do something she normally wouldn’t do, and then she saw the lights of a small bar right in front of her.
She entered the bar and looked for the most far away table and she found one, a small, dark hidden table, just the type of table that she was looking for. She sat there and ordered a scotch. She needed something strong and once the glass arrived she took a long sip. She enjoyed the feeling of the alcohol going down her throat, and while doing so she held the glass in her hands and looked at the ice cubes in it, thinking about how much her life had changed. She tried to find the moment she had diverted herself from her path, where she had thought she deserved a normal life, when she had fooled herself to thinking that he could fall for her and then what? Get married? Have a family? That wasn’t the type of life she had imagined for her, at least not after Karl. After that she had always known that her life was the military, that that was what she was good at, that was where she succeeded. She took another gulp and this time she felt the flavor of the scotch in her mouth. It was strong and rough and burned on its way down.
She finished her first glass trying to find an answer to her behavior, trying to figure out what had happened; as if she was seated in front of a plan trying to figure out what had gone wrong with her strategy, trying to see things from the outside as if she was analyzing the data from a battle that had gone terribly wrong. She needed to understand why she had failed. She was immersed in her thoughts and halfway through her second glass of scotch when someone put something in front of her and blocked her view of the dance floor, not like she was watching anyway. She looked up and saw Roy.
“Can I sit?” he asked and Lisa just looked at the place on the couch next to her. “I really think I need one of those,” Roy said and signaled to the waiter.
“What are you doing here?” Lisa asked, still trying to shake her thoughts away. She didn’t want to talk to him or anyone else for the matter, but she didn’t have the strength to kick him away.
“I could ask you the same thing, but then again…” Roy said and paused while the waiter put a glass of the same Scotch Lisa was drinking in front of him. “I think we both came from the same place,” he added without looking at her and taking a long gulp from his glass.
“You saw her?” Lisa found herself asking too fast to stop it.
“Yes, I went to talk to him, to have a good old brother time and share an old scotch,” he said pointing at the package that was on the table.
“But I found Miss Macross there instead.”
“So did I.”
“So I made peace with Rick for the incident the other day and left, it wasn’t like the three of us had much to talk anyway.”
“Somehow she always finds her way back,” Lisa said sadly.
“Yes she does,” Roy said looking at Lisa as she looked at her glass with a broken expression; it wasn’t like she had a fight with Rick, it was deeper than that.
“But you know what,” Roy said after he finished his drink “I don’t want to spend the night before Christmas eve talking about Miss Macross, I have a great bottle of old scotch that you don’t see often after the war and I think we should get out of here and drink it. After all what’s there to lose?”
Lisa looked at him; in other moments she would have said No that they had work tomorrow, that it wasn’t the right thing to do, but tonight it felt like the right thing to do. “You’re right, what’s there to lose.”
They paid the bill and left the place, and went to Lisa’s house. Once they arrived at Lisa’s house she went straight to the kitchen and got some glasses while Roy stood in front of the stereo trying to figure out what kind of music to put on that they would both enjoy.
“There,” she said leaving the glasses on the coffee table. She then took her coat off while an old piano music started to play making Roy grin as he took his own coat off.
“Didn’t know you like this type of music,” Roy said as he sat on the couch and started to open the bottle of scotch.
“Why? What kind of music do you think I like?” she asked curious as she sat next to him and grabbed the glass of scotch that he was offering to her.
“Don’t know. Actually I never imagined you liked music at all,” Roy said and before he finished the sentence Lisa slapped him on the back of his head. “Hey!” Roy protested.
“Of course I like music, as a matter of fact I’m an awesome piano player. I even won awards you know,” Lisa said proud of herself.
“Who would have guessed,” Roy said and Lisa gave him a killer look that he answered with his trade mark grin. “To Lisa Hayes, the piano player,” Roy added and raise his glass.
Lisa couldn’t help but to smile at Roy; he always knew what to do to make women’s hearts skip a beat. “Cheers to that,” she said realizing that it was the first time she smiled since she left Rick house, and that her heart wasn’t as heavy and dark as it was before.
They had not only lost track of time but also about how many glasses they’d had to drink. The only thing for sure was that Roy’s bottle of scotch was coming to its end.
“You do realize that we have work tomorrow, don’t you?” Lisa said as she left her empty glass on top of the coffee table.
“I do, but I’m not the one who’s been drinking like and old sailor,” Roy said between laughs.
“Oh come on like you weren’t,” replied Lisa
“Technically, I was naval pilot from the RDF when I joined for the first war, considering that and the fact that you think I’m old, well yeah I’m an old sailor.” He said and Lisa couldn’t help a smiling.
“Come on, let’s put this in the kitchen and call it a night,” Roy said as he stood up.
“Yup, Old sailor,” Lisa said as she stood up.
They went to the kitchen to leave the glasses there as well as the leftovers of Chinese food that Lisa had reheated for them when they’d gotten halfway through the bottle of scotch.
“It’s nice to see you laugh, you look nice when you laugh,” Roy said as he left his glass on the counter, and reached for the bottle of scotch.
She watched him as he said that, trying to find a hint of shame in his words like Rick always had after saying something like that to her, but she couldn’t find even a small hint of it.
“It doesn’t happen too often lately,” she said and changed her smile for a serious look. “Between Kyron and all the rest it’s hard to find a reason to laugh.”
“That’s why I don’t think about future,” he added while pouring the last drops of scotch into his glass.
“I guess you’re right. Why keep wasting time hopping for shiny futures. We’re soldiers. I’m a soldier and that’s all I’m ever going to be. Nothing more, nothing less,” She said and drank what was left In her glass. Roy looked at her, opened his mouth to say something but instead he took a long gulp of the recent pourted scotch from his glass.
“What? You’re not going to give me the speech about how I deserve more than that, how we both deserve bright shiny futures and bla bla bla,” Lisa added putting her glass roughly on the counter.
"Nope, bright shiny futures aren't meant for people like us Lisa. I'm a fighter pilot and that's it, but then I met Claudia and I thought I could have a bright shiny future but I was wrong," he paused.
"It’s not like I regret my time with Claudia because I don’t. It’s just that I’m Roy Fokker, Captain of the Skull, and bright shinny future isn’t for me. In fact you and I, we're the one who have to fight the fights so the rest can go home and have their bright shinny futures," he said with a bittersweet smile and put the glass into the sink.
Lisa could not keep her eyes off him. Never in a millions years would she have thought that Roy would be the one to understand her. He understood that there were people who had to fight the fights so the rest could go home. She found his eyes and saw the understanding bright and clear in them and for the first time she felt understood.
And before she even knew what she was doing she kissed him, tentatively, mostly because she wanted to kiss him. She never expected him to kiss her back, so that’s why when he answered the kiss with equal intensity Lisa felt she was going to burn. It was a deep, charged kiss. He wanted to conquer her mouth as much as she had realized she wanted to conquer his. She pushed him hard against the refrigerator and tried to grab the hair behind his neck in an effort to gain control over the kiss, but as soon as she did that he fought back. She felt the magnets of the fridge embed in her back as he flipped them around and pushed her against the refrigerator and deepened the kiss. His toned body pressed against her and one of his hands tightly held onto her waist making her feel… she couldn't find the word. Her brain was too overloaded trying to process all the physical sensations that her body was feeling to worry about something as trivial as a word. But one thing was certain; if instant human combustion hadn't been proved yet she might be the first documented case because she felt like she could ignite in any moment.
Gods, she wanted him. She wanted him badly. She wanted to feel him closer to her and in an instinctive movement she moved one of her legs up to lock it over one of his hips, pressing him closer to her.
As instinctive as her move was his reaction. His hips moved forward making it clear that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. His move made Lisa break the kiss because she hold in a moan. At that moment he grabbed her and, though she had no idea how he’d managed it, he’d lifted her onto the counter so she found herself seated on top of it looking straight into his eyes. His deep blue eyes were burning with passion. She bit her lower lip feeling that she could not control what she was feeling. He took advantage of her pause and started to trailed kisses from under her ear to her shoulder sending electric shocks down her spine and making her arch her back as she sank her nails into the edge of the counter.
His touch was intoxicating, and yet she wanted to feel him closer. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him hard against her, feeling how his mouth drew a smile against her shoulder, and then it traveled back to her mouth. They kissed again as she fought desperately to set him free from his uniform jacket while he did the same with hers.
They broke the kiss to take in some air. He rested his head against her forehead trying to remember how to breathe, while she felt her heart beating so hard in her ears it was as if his kisses were oxygen now. She kissed his forehead and then trailed her kissed down to his cheeks and then to the earlobe of his ear. He made a guttural sound.
He took a step back, making her catch her breath and he put one of his hands on her face making her look at him.
“You’re not playing fair,” he said with a deep hot voice, and then he gave her a naughty grin as he lifted her from the counter. She closed her legs around his hips as if her life depended of it. This was wrong in so many ways and yet she didn’t want to stop, actually she couldn’t.
She didn’t knew how, and quite honestly she didn’t care, but somehow and between a lot of crashes against the walls they had ended up in her bedroom. She was pressed against the wall next to her bed, her legs still tightly crossed around Roy’s hips and her hands sank in his hair as his hands found a way to travel under her skirt. His experienced hands that made her tremble and bite his lower lip. He complained but did not break the kiss. A moment later he turned and put her on the bed, looking at her as if he was thinking of a way to make her pay for what she had done, she shivered in anticipation.
As she was laying on the bed waiting him to move, she felt like every second was an eternity. He knew that of course, and took all the time in the world to make his next move. He put one knee on the bed and then slowly the other. It was pure agony for Lisa and he knew it. He moved closer to kiss her and the pulled back to which she protested with a guttural sound, making him smiled.
“You’re evil,” Lisa found the strength to talk.
“I know,” he said and when Lisa was about to protest again he kissed her deeply, letting his entire body weight fall over her. She felt his whole body pressed against her and in that moment she knew she was lost. She had thought for a moment that she might be the first case of human instant combustion, now she was sure because she felt her entire body burning, aching for him.
Before she realized her hands frantically started to search for the edge of his shirt. She wanted to feel his body not the harsh fabric of the uniform. And as soon as she got rid of that she went down for his pants. She didn’t know if she had found a hidden skill or if he’d helped her but before she knew it he only had his boxers on. She was desperate and he once again slowed things down.
He slowly pulled her shirt up over her head and once he did that, he softly pushed the locks of her hair behind her ears and kissed her deep in the mouth, just for a moment, a delicious moment, and then with a sudden rush he pulled her skirt off in one clean move, and there she was laying only in her under wear over her bed feeling that her entire body was going to collapse at any moment, feeling so many things at once.
She thought he was going to kiss her again, she was waiting for that, and then an electric bolt traveled around her entire body from where he’d kissed her calf. He’d kissed her there and was working his way up causing her to arch her back to what she thought was an impossible angle and her fingers tore into the bedspread. She opened her eyes searching for him. She had to see him and she found his eyes looking for hers as he mischievously kept trailing kisses along her thighs, her belly and belly button. He then moved to her side following her ribs, kissing them one by one and then her scar, her burn scar. She held her breath.
The moment he kissed her burn mark, she froze. Everything seemed to stop. Time held still and she was taken back to the day of Claudia’s funeral. She saw herself getting dressed for the funeral watching for the first time her left side covered with a burn mark caused by the explosion. That was the only part that Claudia’s body had not protected from the blast.
He looked at her and saw the look in her eyes. In a second a memory flashed in his head: he remembered Claudia’s arm when he’d held her hand in the morgue refusing to believe she had died. He remembered the burn marks on her arm and they were the same. He instinctively stepped back.
Lisa covered herself with the bedspread, trying to hide her burn marks as fast as she could. All the heat that she’d felt running through her veins just a second ago was now replaced with a cold lacerating feeling. What the hell was she about to do?
“I’ve … I,” mumble Roy. He felt out of place and he saw the guilt and shame on Lisa’s face as she tried to cover herself. He wanted to say something, but words were never his best talent.
“We should …” Lisa tried to say but words escaped her.
“Work, early in the morning,” Roy finished her sentence.
“Yes,” she said somehow relieved.
“I better,” Roy said as he stood up putting his pants on in less than a second.
“Yeah you should, we both have to be early …”
“Yup,” he said and grabbed the rest of his clothes that were spread around the bed. He searched for words in his brain, but didn’t find them. He saw her expression and knew that leaving like that was a mistake; he didn’t want her to think that she was just another one on the long list of Roy Fokker’s one stand girls. But what could he say? That for the first time since Claudia had died he felt like he was betraying her, despite the fact that he had slept with more women than he wanted to remember.
“I’ll … Bye,” was all that he could articulate while he started to walk outside the room.
“Good night,” said Lisa in whisper as she watched him leave. The moment he crossed the door frame she covered her face with her hands. What the hell was she doing? She just didn’t learn, did she?
She was not only making the same mistakes that she had made with Rick all over again, but she was also betraying the memory of her best friend, the only true friend she had ever had. Seriously what the hell was wrong with her?
“Lisa,” she heard a whisper from the door, making her jump. “I’ve made plenty of mistakes lately, but you’re not one of them. You should know that.”
“I..”
“You don’t have to say anything; I just needed you to know that you’ll never be a mistake.” Roy found himself saying to his own surprise. And as fast he had appeared in Lisa’s bedroom he faded away.
Lisa was still in her place, her body froze trying to digest Roy’s words without knowing what to make of them. Yes, this had been a mistake, but not for the reasons she’d originally thought it had been a mistake. She felt her heart become heavy, but it was different than the many times Rick had run away. It was probably guilt but it was more than that.
She let herself fall onto the bed, not wanting to think anymore and covered her face with a pillow. It had his scent on it and she couldn’t help but sigh as she pushed the pillow away. The only thing she knew for sure, was that Roy was no Rick.
To be continued...
Author's note: The title of this chapter is from the song "Burn" from Ellie Goulding, hope you enjoy the chapter and please reply!!