every rose has its thorn ` roxie

[harvey wolfe]

Our love is like wildfire - it burns and burns and burns

The Wolfe was delirious with the thrill of the hunt.

And the size of the prize.

Harvey and the boys had gone out of town for this one. The night of the heist, he'd stayed later than he should have with Roxie. He kept telling her he had to go - and she kept reeling him back in with those big eyes of hers, those persuasive lips and warm hands. She wanted him to stay - just a little longer. Did he really have to go? It was late, she wanted him to come back to bed. And how could he say no to her? God, he loved her. He stayed with her until she fell back to sleep, and he snuck out undetected. She hated it when he did that. But he'd make it up to her. Somehow, he always did.

After all - this was for her. Everything was for her. For that look on her face when he bought her something new. The way her eyes lit up. God, he'd slaughter an entire state to get her what she wanted. If she wanted the moon - he'd pull it down for her. And he thought of her as he drove with a few of his boys to the ranch outside of town. It was the family home of a well known cocaine dealer. Word on the grapevine was this was where he stored a lot of his cash. And Harvey planned on taking it. Because his baby needed it. She needed to be spoiled and adorned with the beautiful clothes and jewelry she deserved. Anything less was an insult.

Unfortunately when they arrived - the dealer had his boys watching the place. After a scuffle, some shots fired - the Wolfe gang prevailed - as they always did. The prize was big. Suitcases full of cash - clearly kept here in case the dealer had to cut and run. The first thing Harvey did was split the money with his men. If there was one thing he did well - it was take care of his boys. If they were willing to fight and die for him and beside him - they were treated with respect. He had grown up with hard work and no reward - there was no motivator there. He knew how to keep his men in line - and it was an measured dose of risk and reward. Those who risked the most were rewarded the most generously.

Equally - those who betrayed him were subject to the worst treatment imaginable followed with an unmarked grave in the desert. The men who came after Roxie found that out quickly. When they'd first started dating he'd covered her debts. If he could avoid conflict with other gangs - he would. It was easier to pay them off and have them cut Roxie loose than start a turf war. That was the plan - and one of the groups after her took the payment and left it at that. The other...well they wanted to teach Roxie a personal lesson. They had the audacity to show up to her place in the middle of the night - when Harvey was staying over. He beat them until there was nothing left to beat - just chunks of meat staining her carpet. Needless to say, he moved her in soon after that. He told her it was for her protection - but in reality he just wanted her near him.

The Wolfe thought on this as he divvied up the cash among his men and they drove home. Harvey sped down the road - knowing the longer he was away from Roxie the angrier she would be with him. His men knew what was motivating him - but none dared say a word. They were all happy to celebrate the win and leave Harvey's weakness out of the conversation. As was tradition, Harvey took his men out to Cottontails to celebrate. But he didn't stay. He left the men to their booze and women - and went to the most expensive jewelry stores on the strip. The owner knew him personally, and would open the doors to Harvey at any time - day or night. He knew the gangster would drop hundreds of dollars for his girl - especially when he'd been bad.

What'd you do this time, aye?

The owner was an elderly Jewish man named Harold - and he knew he was close enough with Harvey that he could afford to be cheeky. The gangster grinned and dropped the suitcase on the top of the showcase.

"Oh she'll love me when I get home. But I've been gone too long. Gotta get her something to soften her up. What have you got for me?"

And so began the process of showing Harvey the new arrivals. There was a set of earrings, diamonds, that stood out. It had been a while since he'd bought her new earrings. She'd like these ones - they were expensive. And of course he'd picked her up a bit of coke from the homestead they'd burglarized. He wasn't stupid. He knew how to get on her good side.

By the time he got home - it was dawn. His men were drunk and thought Harvey was their God. He drove them all back to his home, a mansion in the hills of Nevada, and told them to sleep off their hangover in style. There was the den downstairs where they could pass out and he could rouse them all when it was time to get back to work.

Harvey and Roxie's home was luxurious and decadent - a testament to the lifestyle they both craved. The Wolfe burst through the door, briefcase half full of money in one hand, roses and the tell-tale velvet case in the other.

"Roxie, baby. Daddy's home!" he called, his voice booming in the cavernous mansion. His men were on either side of Harvey, leaning on one another for support and giggling as they waited for the tempest to arrive. She made him wait. But he could hear her moving about upstairs. He couldn't deny the twisting of anxiety in his gut. Was she packing her things? ... Had she found another man to replace him already?

But she put him at ease, somewhat, when she appeared at the top of the spiral staircase. She was wearing that robe of hers, the silk one he loved. When he looked at her, he melted, a lovesick grin tugging on his lips as he looked up at the love of his life. God, he loved her. But when she stared down at him with those cat-like eyes of hers - he knew he was in trouble. As she moved, deliberately slowly, down the stairs - he felt his throat catch. The robe was open and as she moved, it revealed her lingerie beneath. Instantly he felt hot under the collar, unable to look away as he was mesmerized by her - by the way she moved...

If his men had been sober, they would have excused themselves and left. But they were well and truly drunk, and they could do nothing but stare. Harvey caught them out of the corner of his eye, and he grew livid. That temper of his reared its ugly head and he dropped the briefcase, the case and the roses. Turning on them, he dealt them both a brutal kick to the stomach and a punch in the ribs for good measure. They'd both wake up worse for wear for their disrespect, and as they cowered from Harvey and stumbled down to the den licking their wounds - the man was still panting with fury. His hair was messed up from the assault, and in his attack on his own men he'd reopened his already bloodied knuckles. Then he turned back to Roxie, his blood still boiling.

She'd done that on purpose.

It was her way of getting her revenge.

And even though he knew he was playing right into her trap - he couldn't even deny her that.

If she wanted him to be a monster - he would do it.

NOTES: so excited for this! | WORDS: enough!

[Roxie Bell]

my old man is a bad man but i can't deny the way he holds my hand

she had been particularly hungry for him tonight. she couldn't quite put her finger on why exactly—perhaps it was that his chest was all puffed out in anticipation of the job he was to perform later that evening. she did so love it when the thrill of a conquest ran through his veins. he was so roughly passionate with her. and, of course, part of her felt all tingly at the idea of testing how long he would stay with her if she kept begging him with her perfectly pouty lips. she had drifted into sleep somehow and awoke to an empty bed—her bed might have been cold but her heart was a flame with a hot fury. he had the audacity to treat her like one of those cheap hussies that the bastards in his pack used and abused? she wasn't just some woman—some whore. she was his damn woman and he did not leave without saying goodbye.

she could hardly do anything with herself while she waited for him to return. her stomach churned with anger at the very notion of her waiting for him. besides, he might get hurt out there or worse and he hadn't even said a word of goodbye to her. was her last memory of him to be him sneaking out in the black of night like some common crook? how dare he do that to her! it was unfortunate for harv that he hadn't returned sooner—the longer he was gone the more time she had to stew and plan how to make him suffer for his mistake.

sitting in her lavish room, she heard the front door open. she stood, examining herself in her floor length mirror. "Roxie, baby. Daddy's home!" she didn't flinch, acting as though she hadn't even heard him. she tucked a few curls of her hair under other curls, pulled on the sleeves of her robe so that they were in danger of slipping off her creamy skin in any second, and pushed her breasts up in her expensive bra. then, with one last glance in the mirror to assess her art she moved unhurriedly out of the room.

she glided to the banister and extended her arms out along it. as she gazed down at him she ensured there was a frown on her lips, even as he grinned that stupid grin up at her. she took her sweet time then as she descended the stairs. look at all those fools, utterly enraptured by her simple presence. a tingle ran down her spine as she felt their eyes roam over her, all attention on her. her robe parted and slide from one shoulder when she strategically squared her chest. it happened in a flash next, harv dealing his blows of jealousy against his own men—his best men, if she wasn't mistaken. aw. that would be tough to come back from. good luck handling that in the morning, daddy.

roxie smirked, now pleased with how he'd paid. she was over it. she didn't bother to fix her robe while she strode over to him. she pressed herself against him. "don't you fucking do that to me again, harv." she said, her tone lighter than her words indicated. "now," she ran her hands down his chest, "what did you get for me, baby?" he better be packing something in that pocket of his. and it better be big and it better be shiny.

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[harvey wolfe]

Our love is like wildfire - it burns and burns and burns

As an intelligent man, he should have stayed away from Roxie.

As a cunning man, he should have known she'd be the death of him one day.

But as a man - one who loved her more than he could comprehend - he simply couldn't let her go.

Even with all her anger and all her greed and all her jealousy and vengeful nature - he loved her. He loved all of her. He loved her black little heart and how it beat so quickly for him. He loved her devotion and her neediness at times. Even now, when he knew he'd have to deal with his men in the morning - he loved her, just as she was.

Her body was a loaded weapon. And she would use it against him time and time again - but he'd always come crawling back to her. He knew that. And he had come to terms with that and accepted that. He had one vice - and it was the woman he loved. How many men could say they'd found the one? And that the one loved them back? And...was as beautiful and cunning as Roxie...

God, he'd hit the jackpot.

And he felt this even as she smirked in satisfaction at pushing his buttons. His blood was boiling from his possessive rage. But when she pressed herself against him it boiled for a different reason. His hand moved to her lower back, pulling her into him as he breathed in the scent of her hair, feeling the anger seep out of him.

Don't you fucking do that to me again, Harv

"Never again, baby, I promise...I'm sorry, baby..." he was butter in her mouth - melting into her and obeying her every whim. Because he couldn't lose her. Not now, not ever. And he'd do whatever it took to keep her.

Now

The man followed her hands with his eyes as they trailed down his chest - his thoughts scattering.

What did you get for me, baby?

A smirk tugged on his lips and he knelt down in front of her, holding one of the roses out to her from down on his knees.

"These looked a lot nicer before you had to go and make me mad like that." he rose an eyebrow at her, but handed her the only undamaged rose anyway. Next was the little velvet box - but he knew better than to open a velvet box for his Roxie while down on his knees. He didn't want to give her the wrong idea. Sure, he was always going to marry her - but he wanted to wait until the time was right. He wanted to take her to Paris - propose under the Eiffel Tower. Something real special.

So he got to his feet for now, holding the box and opening it for her to see the earrings. Allowing her a moment to take them in, he smirked rather cockily and held his arms open to her once she'd taken them from him for a closer look.

"Yes, they're real diamonds - all of them. Only the best for my baby..." he cooed, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her into him as she focused on putting them on. Kissing along her neck, he slipped a tiny plastic sealed bag out of his back pocket and tucked it into the pocket of her robe. A part of him felt an inkling of guilt. He sometimes feared she would become a ghost like his sister. But he was too selfish to tell Roxie to stop...because it meant he'd have to stop too.

And besides, Roxie was much stronger than Sophie. She wouldn't lose her grip on her habit like she did - right? She was older and smarter and more mature. Stronger and tougher than Soph. She knew what she could or couldn't handle. And besides, it was always so much fun when they used together.

"Don't think daddy forgot our dessert..." he purred in her ear before letting out a wicked chuckle. Giving her backside a playful pat, he headed into the kitchen. "You get started without me, sweetheart. I've just gotta quickly wash up." he told her, moving to the kitchen sink to wash his split, grazed and bloodied hands.

As he leaned over the sink, he felt familiar eyes on him from the top of the stairs. Turning, he met his sister's eyes. She used to do that as a child - huddle at the top of the stairs instead of just coming downstairs. It was cute when she was little - but it worried him now. With a weary sigh, he rubbed his temples.

"It's okay, Sophie. I'm home now. It's early, go back to bed." his voice was strict with her. He didn't realize how much he sounded like his father. The girl poked her head over the banister and looked at him with those pleading eyes. Now he knew why she had ventured out of her room. "No, Sophie. Go back to bed." he growled, focusing on washing his hands. He heard the sound of her quiet retreat, the muffled sound of her door closing.

Good.

Now he was alone with his baby - and he didn't have to worry about his ghost of a sister.

NOTES: so excited for this! | WORDS: enough!

[Roxie Bell]

my old man is a bad man but i can't deny the way he holds my hand

"Never again, baby, I promise...I'm sorry, baby..."those were the words she would never tire of hearing. she couldn't help but smirk a little wider when he fell to a knee. grand gestures were never wasted on her. she reached her fingers out and took the rose, "next time, a dozen, alright?" it was pretty, but she deserved more than just a half dozen. "These looked a lot nicer before you had to go and make me mad like that." she shrugged her shoulders, eyes still involved in an examination of the rose. "i didn't do anything. you were the one who hit them." really, why did people try to blame her for everything?

her thoughts were interrupted abruptly at the reveal of diamonds in front of her. she dropped the rose to the floor and squealed at the sight of the earrings. they were stunning! and she didn't have another pair like them yet. she quickly snatched them from her to see just how much they sparkled. "Yes, they're real diamonds - all of them. Only the best for my baby..." she loved them. she was never going to take them off. as she put them on she leaned into the kisses he placed along her neck. "you're the best daddy," she purred. once she realized what exactly he had slipped into her pocket he was, as far as she was concerned, the bestest daddy in the world.

"Don't think daddy forgot our dessert..." she felt her skin tingle with confirmation of her love for him. she tilted up into him and kissed him. "You get started without me, sweetheart. I've just gotta quickly wash up." as he walked off to the kitchen she pulled the packet of coke from her pocket. she held it up in the light to examine it. her mouth salivated. it looked like heaven. but then, her gaze moved past the powder to something, or someone else, in the distance. roxie's lips pursed at the blonde waif. it wasn't that roxie hated sophie entirely it's just that she hated her...in bits and pieces. she hated the way sophie drew harv's attention away from her. roxie was sure she could have had the world by now if harv didn't have to waste his effort to look after the waste of space.

roxie caught the girl's gaze and returned it with a steady, unrelenting one of her own until she scuttled off. at least the girl had the good sense to keep out of her way. roxie tossed her hair behind and held her head high while she strutted into the kitchen. she approached the counter across from harv. she put the packet of cocaine on the countertop and proceeded to open in."she better not think she's getting any of this," she said in reference to sophie. sophie was stealing some of her stash, roxie just knew. why else would it be disappearing so quickly?

"i've told you before, harv, she's difficult to handle when you're not here." roxie didn't waste her energy trying to get sophie kicked from the house. stupidly, she knew harvey loved her too much to do that and roxie didn't want to risk making him upset at her for trying. but, that wouldn't stop her from complaining about the girl, especially when she had so much valid things to complain about. now, with the cocaine carefully lined out on the counter, roxie leaned her head down and sniffed. god damn it. she fucking loved the rush that jolted through her when she did that.

she scooped up some on her finger before sliding over to harv. she stood in front of him and extended her finger out to him. she looked up at him from under her lashes, "let's ride, baby."

outfit: in photo notes: WEE TAGGED: harvey wolfe

[harvey wolfe]

Our love is like wildfire - it burns and burns and burns

Next time, a dozen alright?

Harvey rose an eyebrow and smirked up at his other half.

"I just told you there wouldn't be a next time..." he countered. It was his way of getting one up on his little starlet. He wasn't going to start an argument with her when she'd just decided she wasn't going to be mad at him anymore. But there were times when he'd opt to teasing her as opposed to simply rolling over. There was a limit to the emasculation he could take. And he had to get a leg in here or there with his Roxie.

I didn't do anything. You were the one who hit them

Harvey sighed and stood up, opening her robe and gesturing to her scantily clad form. "And why, my love, do you think I had to hit them? If I don't keep them in line then I'll have to kill them. And if I had to kill every man that looked at you when you waltz around like this - well I'd run out of space to bury them in the desert." his tone was light, but his words were serious. He'd killed a lot of men for Roxie - and the idea of killing more didn't bother him. It was more an inconvenience for him than anything else. Life was a race - and he intended to stay in the lead - at whatever cost.

But then he brought out the big guns - diamonds. Whoever said they were a girl's best friend never had a girl like Roxie. They were, in reality, a man's best friend. And Harvey grinned as his baby squealed the house down. That's about the response he was looking for.

As he left kisses along her neck, his hands wrapped around her tiny waist and pulled her close to him. God, he loved her. Sometimes she drove him mad - but it was worth it all when she purred.

You're the best daddy

And then they kissed, and he held her tightly against him.

For a moment - everything was perfect. But then there was Sophie. His little Sophie. The guilt still ate him up inside. Guilt for bringing her here, for dragging her away from their family and not having the guts to send her home or say no to her when it would be the best thing for her. Because it was all his fault. As he thought back on their early days in Vegas, his hand washing became increasingly aggressive. He remembered the way she'd beaten Tony out in the desert - screaming at the top of her lungs. He'd somehow turned his sweet, good little sister into a valkyrie. And now she was but a ghost of the smiling girl he remembered from his youth...

And it was all his fault.

She better not think she's getting any of this

Harvey turned towards his girl, the inner turmoil he felt visible for only a brief moment before he put the guard back up.

"...She's not." he said simply, switching off the taps and drying his hands on the towel.

I've told you before, Harv, she's difficult to handle when you're not here

"I know, baby, I know..." he reached out to gently take her hands in his, bringing them to his lips to kiss them affectionately. But, seeing the line on the counter and knowing she'd get impatient if he held her back, he let her go to do her thing. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed and looked back at the top of the stairs where Sophie had been sitting. "...I've been thinking of sending her away. To one of those resorts, you know? Where she can just...sort herself out. But she's a Wolfe. I don't know if I feel comfortable sending her away like that, on her own." he revealed to Roxie, running a hand down his jaw in a way he only did when he felt weary.

And that's when his baby came to rescue him from himself - as perhaps, she always had. When she leaned over the counter and looked up at him with those big eyes of hers - he felt his anxiety, his fears and his anger just melt away. It was the way she made him feel when he had first seen her. Her power over him hadn't waned a bit. That should have frightened him - but it didn't, not one bit.

Let's ride, baby

And so he did, taking her hand in his and taking his fill. It rushed to his head, as it always did, and he stole a hungry kiss from Roxie. With that lovesick grin on his face, he slipped his hands underneath her arms and lifted her clean off her feet and over the counter to cradle her in his arms. Carrying her out of the kitchen, one arm cradling her neck and the other behind her knees, he effortlessly carried her out to their deck.

It overlooked the entire valley - the lights of Vegas shining even in the rising morning. The stars were beginning to fade, and he set Roxie down by the edge of the pool.

"Let's go for a swim. Come on, the water's warm." he suggested, slipping out of his clothes and diving into the depths of the pool. It was heated - always warm and welcoming to the pair. Swimming back to her, he stood, the water lapping at his bare chest and reached out for her bare legs.

"Come here, I missed you..." he cooed, tugging playfully on her robe.

Because he loved her. God he loved her, more than life itself.

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[Roxie Bell]

my old man is a bad man but i can't deny the way he holds my hand

"I just told you there wouldn't be a next time..." she decided to ignore that one. there would be a next time. maybe he wouldn't pull this particular stunt on her again but there would be some other mistake he would make. she loved harv for his own mind, but sometimes she just wished he'd obey her every whim and thought. really, her life would be so much simpler. then again, she wouldn't get so many gifts. alright, she'd keep her mouth shut for now. "And why, my love, do you think I had to hit them? If I don't keep them in line then I'll have to kill them. And if I had to kill every man that looked at you when you waltz around like this - well I'd run out of space to bury them in the desert." such words sent chills crawling across her skin. god she fucking loved that--she loved that he'd kill for her. and it showed in the hungry smile that grew on her lips. she couldn't stop herself from kissing him then, even if she wanted to.

then that little girl came in and almost spoiled the mood. the girl had such horrible timing. roxie just wished she'd stay to her room and never come out. surely they could have dale or someone be responsible for delivering her food? "...I've been thinking of sending her away. To one of those resorts, you know? Where she can just...sort herself out. But she's a Wolfe. I don't know if I feel comfortable sending her away like that, on her own." she tried extra hard not to perk up at the suggestion. she'd never heard harv talk like this before. honestly, great joy burst through her at the notion of harvey being comfortable with sending sophie away. this was the first step to getting rid of that nuisance and she hadn't even initiated it! someone upstairs was rewarding her for her for being such an amazing person.

what roxie really wanted to do was vehemently agree with sending sophie away and convince him it was the most brilliant idea in the world. but, truth was, she knew when to push harvey and when not to. this moment was the latter--especially with the way she had pushed him already tonight. so, she decided to be his saving grace--armed with a little slice of heaven to lift him from this heavy reality. she watched with glee as he took is turn, and she felt that glee spread all throughout as he claimed her with his lips and arms. her nails dug shallowly into the flesh on his neck as she wrapped an arm around him while he carried her. then she trailed her lips down to his neck, sucking and leaving a playful bite on his shoulder.

"Let's go for a swim. Come on, the water's warm." she watched him, his beautiful skin practically glowing effervescently in the moonlight. "Come here, I missed you..." her heart was thudding and her blood was pulsing with life. she could hear soft beats of music bumping faintly in the distance--as they slowly grew louder she could feel the music speaking to her. she began to slowly remove her robe, slipping it slowly and sensually from each shoulder until she allowed it to fall to the ground entirely. she stood only in her bra and panties, complete with garter and stockings. she bent down on her knees and placed her cheek against harv's, where she whispered hoarsly, "let me put on a show for you, daddy."

she pulled back slowly, leaning her bosom forward toward that handsome face of his so he could get a good eyeful what was to come. then she leaned back on her heels, still on her knees which she promptly spread as she arched her back. she allowed him to enjoy the view for a moment before she pushed herself back to her feet. that's when she did what she did best--danced for her daddy. she ever so slowly slipped the straps of her brazier off her shoulders, before turning from him and removing it all together, hiding a peak from him for just moment or two. then she turned back to face him where she teasingly shook her hips as she removed her garter and stockings, then her panties all together--she tossed the latter into the water for him.

then she sunk back to her knees and crawled the short distance to him, "claim your prize, tiger." she lived for him. she lived to please him--no matter how much she would claim she only lived for herself. everything she did was for him, especially when she could please him.

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[harvey wolfe]

Our love is like wildfire - it burns and burns and burns

There was a darkness in Roxie.

It was what he'd fallen in love with when he'd first seen her dance. To this day he could remember every second of their first meeting. It was burned into his memory. In a way, he was reborn from her fire. It was when he found something that really tied him down to this life. He knew when he got involved with her that he was in this for the long haul. She would be the death of him one day - he knew that. But it was the only way he wanted to go.

Some men fought and died for their country - they were looked at as honorable men. Harvey thought of himself in the same way. He was fighting and, if necessary, he'd die for his woman. Nobody would ever understand their relationship - their connection and the invisible strings that kept them permanently together. But he didn't care. When he had Roxie's love, nothing else really mattered other than keeping it.

And no man or woman on this earth could understand how toxic and addictive her love was - because nobody else had it. He'd found the root of the root and the bud of the bud of life - and he wasn't ever going to let her go.

He saw that darkness in her smile - and he loved it. It fed his own. And when she egged him on with it, fueling those murderous thoughts - he could only love her more, want her more. Because his family had tried to make him feel guilty for every bad thought he'd ever had, every greedy impulse. His early years had been ones of oppression. The world had tried to change him, quash him. Yet here she was, his flower in the desert. She loved him and accepted him for who he was. Who he was really born to be - not the son of a lowly farmer. No, she loved him as Harvey Wolfe - the criminal, the murderer. And with her by his side? There wasn't anything they wouldn't, or couldn't, do.

Nothing had made sense until her. He had a passion and a drive and infinite ambition - but no direction, no goal before her. Now everything he did was for her. He'd do whatever he could to keep her safe and happy. She was his goddess - and he treated her as such. Even as a boy, he never thought he'd ever meet anyone like her - let alone get to love her. And sometimes there was a vulnerability in him that showed. Standing at well over six foot he was an intimidating man who was afraid of nothing. But as he waded in the pool before her - he was rendered speechless. He was just a boy again. so small in the world compared to her. His heart was racing - thumping against his ribcage like a voodoo drum as he drowned himself in her eyes.

Then he heard the rhythm - the beats of their neighbors. They lived next door to a well known musician who was up until all hours of the night playing his guitar and the piano and even the drums. He heard the music then - felt it in his fingertips - in the movement of the pool water.

And he felt the heat of Roxie's cheek against his; shivered at the sensation of her breath near his ear. As she began to undress, he was half-convinced he was dreaming. How could this be real? How could he ever deserve this? He was an overly tall and scrawny nobody - he always had been. Yet here she was. With the world at her feet - and she'd chosen him. Maybe there was something about himself that he didn't see - that only she could understand. Some hidden potential in him that she would coax out.

The remainder of her clothes were scattered into the water - but Harvey didn't even notice them. He could only stare at her - entranced by every inch of her and enchanted all over again by her. He was in the business of gun-running - but he knew the most dangerous weapon of all was right here. And God, he loved her.

Claim your prize, tiger

So he did. He grabbed her and dragged her into the water with him.

And when it was done the sun had risen. He lounged by the side of the pool with her, peering out across the desert as he pulled her into his side.

"I'm gonna get it for you, Roxie. All of it." he festured out across the desert - to the sun glittering off the casinos in the city. "...One day, one day it'll be yours..."

NOTES: so excited for this! | WORDS: enough!

[Roxie Bell]

my old man is a bad man but i can't deny the way he holds my hand

roxie had been waiting her whole life for harvey. other men, they wanted to claim her and devour every inch of her, but none of them could ever follow through. they lacked every bit of impressiveness that was required to claim her. but not harvey. he was devoted to her.

it didn't matter to her in those moments that he was like a harmless puppy in her arms. it was not a sign of weakness. it was proof of how much her loved her. how he would die for her. and she could be the same to him sometimes--funny thing was, it wasn't even something she allowed herself to be. she simply couldn't help herself.

she looked down at him looking up at her with that mixture of hunger and devotion in his eyes. he never looked so beautiful. did she mention that no man had ever devoured her the way he did?

completely satisfied, she relaxing beside him, still naked to the bone. "I'm gonna get it for you, Roxie. All of it." She looked away from him out to the cityscape. It wasn't much, but it was going to be there's.

"...One day, one day it'll be yours..." She put her hand on his cheek and turned his head to look at her. "Ours."

Then she pressed her lips to his and devoured him.

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