Lyta Rose Braddock-Worthington (lytaworthington) wrote, |
Re: Rex/Rose: Part 2
Rex had never expected to run into Ravager again, after that one night in St. Roch. But as fate would have it, they'd run into each other again, this time in New York. Only this time...Rose was in a little bit over her head.
The Big Apple was a little bit out of Intergang's normal jurisdiction, but there she was, taking down an operation of theirs for a nice big, fat paycheck. Because when Checkmate delivered, boy did they DELIVER.
Rex had shown up when when Rose actually began to think that she wasn't going to get out of this job alive. And she rarely went into that mindset. But there he was, her damned winged hero, saving the day.
She only had to tell him where her apartment was so that he could take her to where her first-aid was. Because there was no way in hell she was going back to the Brownstone. Because while she'd been involved with the caped community since she was in her late teens, some of her most recent exploits wouldn't be looked at too kindly.
So, back to her apartment they went. And in the midst of checking over each other's wounds, things got a little...heated.
Hey, she just wanted to thank him for saving her ass.
And one broken coffee table and a busted headboard later, she was looking over at the naked man in the bed next to her, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
"Ready to go again?"
Rex had never expected to run into Ravager again, after that one night in St. Roch. But as fate would have it, they'd run into each other again, this time in New York. Only this time...Rose was in a little bit over her head.
The Big Apple was a little bit out of Intergang's normal jurisdiction, but there she was, taking down an operation of theirs for a nice big, fat paycheck. Because when Checkmate delivered, boy did they DELIVER.
Rex had shown up when when Rose actually began to think that she wasn't going to get out of this job alive. And she rarely went into that mindset. But there he was, her damned winged hero, saving the day.
She only had to tell him where her apartment was so that he could take her to where her first-aid was. Because there was no way in hell she was going back to the Brownstone. Because while she'd been involved with the caped community since she was in her late teens, some of her most recent exploits wouldn't be looked at too kindly.
So, back to her apartment they went. And in the midst of checking over each other's wounds, things got a little...heated.
Hey, she just wanted to thank him for saving her ass.
And one broken coffee table and a busted headboard later, she was looking over at the naked man in the bed next to her, grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
"Ready to go again?"
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