throw my hand on a b l a d e for you [roxie];

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Brodee tapped anxiously on the side of the bus. “Lucky, you fuckin wanker open the door!” His tap turned into a bang and his shout turned into a yell. “Open the bloody fucking door!” He paced around to the back of the bus and pressed his ear to the chilling glass. From the other side he heard indistinct, rhythmic, low moans. Great. Lucky and Venom were fucking. Again. Granted the bigger bands stayed in hotels and the luxe buses were mainly used for traveling but Brodee still did not understand why Lucky had insisted on fucking Venom on the bus. There was a perfectly good bed in their hotel room just begging to be soiled. But did they care? No. Brodee jumped in the air and slapped his fist on the window. In reply he got a slam from the other side followed by an audible moan that could be none other than Venom’s. “That’s disgusting” he muttered to himself angrily as he wandered off around the venue. The venue was one of the most eclectic they had played. Technically the venue was an entire wooded area with stages all throughout the forest in clearings. The void areas were filled in with concessions and picnic seating.

This was one of those moments where Brodee could have really used a cigarette. However, despite Brodee’s hard-ass exterior he still wasn’t ready to go out with a sad slow fizzle. So he complied with his doctors and decided to let himself rot peacefully. He was wandering throughout the repeatedly cracking his knuckles as a method of keeping his hands occupied. At this point he was getting shaky and extremely anxious. Then it dawned on him. He had to really fuckin pee. Now if Venom and lucky hadn’t let him in in the first place this sure wouldn’t have been reason enough now. Lucky would have been the type to think it humorous to leave Brodee locked out and let him wet himself. And he was too far away from his own hotel to make it back in time. He took a quick look around him. He was in the clearing with the largest stage, but his back was to the thick woods. All the shows were finished for the day and it was pretty much dark just about. The whole place had been cleared out and security had clocked out for the night. He was pretty sure he was alone.

With that thought, Brodee turned to face the woods, dropped his pants and boxers and assumed the position. But right as he started he heard footsteps creeping up behind him.

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Roxie had just come off the stage, brow soaked with sweat and hair sticking to her temple. Her hands were shaking from the comedown of ecstasy, since she refused to perform a show without rolling first. It seemed to make her hands flow even more in sync with the turntables. Either way, it was early evening and this was absolutely NOT the time for a comedown, yet the rest of her rolls were all the way in her tour bus.

"FUCK!" she roared, storming past her band mates and heading for the bus. It would take her a whole five minutes to get there, and five minutes felt like forever when you were a rocketship crashing to earth from outer space.

She wrung her hands, she bit her lower lip, she wandered aimlessly into the wo
ods, hoping to come out close to the buses on the other side. Ryu had told her this was a shortcut, but that bitch was high 24/7. She probably didn't even know her left from her right.

Finally she emerged on the other side of the woods making a B-line for her tour bus. She burst in the door without giving a fuck who was in there and snatched the rolls off the table, ripping apart the candies pieces of paper and shoving a small, sweet-tart like piece into her mouth. Ah, nikes. Her favorite kind of rolls.

Feeling satisfied with herself, she made her way towards the woods again, but this time she heard a steady trickling sound. Someone was peeing? Peering through the bushes and trying not to creep, she saw that it was Brodee, and couldn't help but crack up.

"Good place for a leak, eh?"

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He heard that all too familiar voice and jumped. He was pretty sure his face turned red too. “Shit!” He struggled to pull his pants up and stuff everything back in his boxers in time and he was well aware Roxie has probably just seen his bare naked front for a good 10 seconds. Believe it or not Brodee did think it a true privilege to see…or touch him without clothes in the necessary areas. So to have her peeking unauthorized and all was simply unheard of. “Dammit Rox you can’t just go creeping up on people like that!” He looked up to face her. He knew for a split second his jaw probably hit the floor. He wasn’t even gonna deny it…she looked pretty hot. Just coming out of a show will do that to a girl, he knew that much, but it was different for her. It kind of just emphasized how attractive she was to him. Personality and all. And immediately he went dumb, stumbling as he tried to form a coherent explanation. “I just…I really had to….you see they…I though everyone was gone.” Then he realized even though he was the one pissing in public she had just as much explaining to do as he did. “Hold it. What are you doing back here anyways? Everyone’s supposed to be gone at this point.” He looked back at the piss stained tree. “And I’m pretty sure my reason is clear.”

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Roxie, who held some rolls in her hand, immediately stuffed them in her pocket, though her smile slowly crept across the length of her face as she playfully covered her eyes, giving him time to assemble himself. Although she couldn't say she wasn't tempted to peek, she waited for his response before actually uncovering her eyes.

Trying not to look like a sweaty, icky mess, she fixed her hair absently and checked him out. Even when he was clamoring for words he was adorable, but adorable was NOT a word Roxie used in conversation. In fact, she had an urge to just reach out and place a finger on his lips to save him the effort, but instead she just watched him piece together words with an amused little smirk playing on her lips.

"I just…I really had to….you see they…I thought everyone was gone!" he said, looking at her with a strange expression.

The fact that he was checking her out, even though to her she looked like she'd just been running with the bulls in spain, kind of made her a little bit happier. Of course, she was the badass, turntables girl, but he was the drummer, which was just the pinnacle of badassery.

Oh god, what was she saying. She was fucking high.

"Hold it. What are you doing back here anyways? Everyone’s supposed to be gone at this point."

Uh oh, she was caught. Pursing her lips, she tried to come up with a good reason for taking the back trails and "I wanted to do ecstasy" didn't really seem like the right words to say at this point in time. Shit, shit. This was god's way of punishing her for doing drugs, she knew it. At least her nervousness was subduing the high. It was the first time she'd EVER been glad for that.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm," she replied, holding the syllable for what felt like forever as she racked her brains for an excuse. "I just got off a show and I feel gross, so I was checking to see if someone was in the shower. Unfortunately, Nico's being a diva and taking forever, so I have to wait."

Sweet jesus Roxie, nice save. she thought to herself with a highly smug smile.

"So aside from killing the trees via ammonia poisoning, what're you doing kicking around here?" she asked, grinning and backing up a little toward the outskirts of the woods.

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[BRODEE PRESTON MICHAELS,]

Brodee had to stop doing that. He was never one to have his composure crumble; never one to be at a loss for words. But then again there was never one who could keep up with him like Roxie can. But all this puppy love nonsense was too much. He was supposed to be cold, conceited, and inconsiderate. Instead with her he … was almost actually kind of understanding. And the very idea that someone may be climbing over that impenetrable wall frightened him more than ever. He had to do some thinking. And fast. He had to make a comeback. He knew he didn’t want to be harsh with Roxie. But hell it’s who he was and why should anyone get special treatment? That is unless you were one of the Michaels troupe. He’d figure her out sooner or later, and just how she melted him like and ice cube on a summer sidewalk. Until then he had to stall. He was about to put a no trespassing sign right up on his heart. But needless to say if Roxie kept her act up it’s probably be transitory.

Already feeling guilty for having to bee and ass he simply scoffed and replied with “Nico’s always a diva. Get used to it.” Ouch. That was probably even more of a sting to him than it was to her. Brodee looked back over at the tree. “And I’m pretty damn sure the tree is fine. You know when you gotta go you gotta go.” He shrugged her off and was trying to think of a less painful d-bag move when sudden curiosity hit him. “So, you know just….wondering. How much do you see exactly anyway?”

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"Nico's always a diva. Get used to it." he replied curtly, with that smug expression Roxie liked so much. Yeah, yeah, so he was being a smart ass. What else is new. She grinned back at him and rolled her eyes playfully.

"And just as Nico's always a diva, you're always a conceited little punk," she chuckled, poking him lightly in the chest. "But then again, I guess that's what makes you endearing, if that's the word for it."

Then he continued in a much lighter tone, as Roxie suppressed her urge to giggle and hoped her pupils weren't taking up her entire eyeball. She had forgotten to put on contacts like she usually did before she took ecstasy and worked a show, so she had no doubt that her usually piercing eyes were black holes.

"So, you know just….wondering. How much do you see exactly anyway?"

Pulling her hands out of her pocket and stretching them behind her head, she leaned on a tree and smirked deviously. Truth was that she hadn't seen anything, but there was no harm in toying with the situation, right? After all, toying was what Roxie did best.

"Hm, wouldn't you like to know?" she responded with a coy smirk, shrugging. "I'll give my report to you in triplicate after I tell everyone the exact length and width."

She couldn't lie to herself- she definitely liked this one. Most all the others had their heads so far up other people's asses that they barely had time to brush their own shoulders off. So she preferred people with their heads up their OWN asses? Well, I guess that would be the way to put it. Not many had the "I'm the King, I wear the crown" demeanor that Roxie found herself always attracted to, but Brodee definitely had that attitude, and wore that crown impeccably. Besides, she was one of the only people that she could find herself passing the ball back and forth with. He kept her on her toes, and that was what kept her interest.


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[BRODEE PRESTON MICHAELS,]

There she went again! As always, simply resisting Brodee’s fuckery, and showing no signs of any sort of wavering in emotion. Maybe that was it. But to be quite honest Brodee was far too tired and uninterested to try and figure it out. He kinda just wanted to sit there and stare at Roxie. But that probably would have been out of his character and a bit weird. So he just smirked. “I am conceited aren’t I?” There was no arguing with this one. People found it hard to believe that he actually though he was man-kinds very gift from the heavens. But it was the way he grew up. Naturally as people had seen around the tour, the Michaels family was a damn good looking one. And as a child he was always used to being told how handsome he was and getting those little “do you like me? check yes or no” notes in primary school. He was always know as “best looking” and no matter how much of a dick he was girls, and a couple guys, were still falling all over him. Clearly all of that did nothing but lead to an inflated ego.

"Hm, wouldn't you like to know? I'll give my report to you in triplicate after I tell everyone the exact length and width." That one came as a bit of a slap to the face. Not in the sense that it hurt, but in the sense that it came as a bit of a shock. But she sure didn’t seem disappointed. And in a way, because of that, Brodee couldn’t help but get a bit excited. He strategically folded his hands in front of himself, as to cover his pelvic area. And then he bit the edge of his lip with a smirk and glared at her playfully. “I swear you tell anyone a single word and you’ll never see it again. Or touch it. Ever.”
Ten points for Brodee.

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When Brodee all but folded his hands across his lap, Roxanna raised her eyebrows and smirked, running her tongue ring along her lips with evil intentions. What? Was she supposed to ignore the ecstasy pulsing through her veins? Of course not, and she never would. That would simply be no fun. Roxie was never one to resist a challenge and not push forward, especially when it was a hot challenge and the drugs lowered her inhibitions. To her, life didn't get any better, and she certainly wasn't going to let this opportunity slip by.

"i swear you tell anyone a single word and you’ll never see it again. Or touch it. Ever."he bit back, looking smug, but Roxanna just dug her teeth deeper into her lower lip, eyes glinting.

"And your conceited little brain is trying to convince itself that you don't love the fact that I might have seen your precious cargo?" she shot back, raising her eyebrows and feigning surprise. She wasn't going to let him have the upper hand. No, certainly not.

She was loosening up and getting the upper hand, if ever so slightly. As soon as Roxie tasted the signals that meant she was winning him over, she took hold of it like a shark to a wounded seal, and she sure as fuck wasn't going to let it go. Not now, not with this concoction of extra confidence and elation running through her veins like a stampede.

"Besides," she started, with a milk and honey tone accompanied by a pouty face. "You wouldn't deprive me of that, would you?"

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Roxie shot Brodee a look. And it wasn't just an "I’m listening" sort of glance. She was taking everything in. She gave him an almost empowered….hungry look. At the realization again he felt that twinge somewhere in his lower stomach. “Control yourself. You. Are. In. Charge.” he thought. But fuck it who was he kidding. With every push back he became more and more of a slave to her; keeping a cool demeanor but clinging on to her every word. Their little banter was becoming nothing more than a tug-o-war of bite and sting back. He loved it.

"And your conceited little brain is trying to convince itself that you don't love the fact that I might have seen your precious cargo?" He smirked with vicious intimacy. “Sounds more like you’re only trying to convince yourself you didn’t love it.” He sat on a picnic table bench facing her. “But I mean it’s quite alright. You can just admit it. No need to attempt restraint. Honestly.” Again he bit the inside of his lip, only imagining what could come of this.

Then, still with that devilish energy about her, she gave him a babyish pout and spoke. "Besides, you wouldn't deprive me of that, would you?" And at this Brodee smiled. Not smirked. Not even a slight smile. But a full blown grin as if to say “ohhhh I’ve got you now.” He coolly stretched his arms behind his head and leaned back on the table assuming his laid-back, legs wide open “I own you” position. “Oh Roxie…Roxie Roxie Roxie.” Okay maybe he did like how her name felt against his tongue. He shook his head still smiling and leaned forward, bracing his fore arms on his knees ad looked her dead in the eye. “Deprive? Never.” He took a long pause. “Might just make you beg for it.” He winked and she was finished. He knew it.

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At first, when Roxie saw the ever so subtle change in Brodee's expression that meant he had nearly fumbled the ball, Roxie thought she had finally managed to pin him down. She recognized a faltering offense and her eyes narrowed as the wheels in her head continued to turn at a breakneck speed. This wasn't the usual reel in routine, but then again that was why she loved every second of it.

"Sounds more like you’re only trying to convince yourself you didn’t love it." he replied with a cocky smirk, and Roxanna rolled her eyes.

"Showing restraint is something I was well taught never to do, my smug friend. " she retorted with an enticing flick of her eyes from his head to his toes and back up again.

Oh she thought she had him for sure, right there in the palm of her hand, exactly where she wanted him. However, no good game of poker ever ends without at least one wild card, and it was Brodee's turn to lay one down.

"Deprive? Never. Might just make you beg for it."

No bluff, he played an ace flawlessly. This time it was definitely Roxie's turn to drop the ball and she was honestly pleasantly surprised by the incredibly crafty move. It was her turn to pull from the deck, but could she match his card? Taking a few steps toward him, she moved so that she was in front of him and standing between his legs, but not close enough to be touching him. Leaning down so that her eyes were level with his, she played her card.

"I only beg if you are exceptionally good at what you do." she said, biting her lower lip and raising her eyebrows. "And despite your god among mortals disposition, dollface, I have no proof of this."

She had managed to slip free of his grasp once more and put him back in check. Would it be checkmate soon? No way in hell, this was Brodee and Roxie. The game would go on forever, and she was willing to play it for that long.

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[BRODEE PRESTON MICHAELS,]

"Showing restraint is something I was well taught never to do, my smug friend."

Oh. Shit. Ohshitohshitohshit. His entire one-up tactic only worked at far range. She was just too close now; quite literally too close. He just couldn’t cave first. As sweet as it would feel he’d think himself a failure in the world of arrogance. Wit & arrogance was his game. He practically invented it. But she was winning. It seemed that all those years he missed out on caring about...were coming to bite him in the butt. He was getting middle school crush syndrome…just a few years late. His heart was racing, and he could only pray she couldn’t hear it. His palms were sweating, and his face was warm. Subtly raising his arms and resting his elbows behind his body on the table was all he could do not to grab her and snatch her into him by the waist. And then he noticed something. He was close enough that he could see her eyes in just enough of the fading light. The rich brownish green colour they normally were was seemingly swallowed up by her pupils. But he was too focused on the fact that their faces were only inches apart to make any sort of connections. It was probably just an adjustment to the night sky that was beginning to overcome them mixed with the dim standing venue lamps scattered around.

"I only beg if you are exceptionally good at what you do." With that she gave him a look that was nearly enough to make him tackle her on the spot. Brodee had also come to the conclusion that no one had ever turned him on as much as Roxie did just by being there, which contributed to his inability to keep his guard up. "And despite your god among mortals disposition, dollface, I have no proof of this." Oh he’d give her proof alright. He leaned in a bit closer to her with a coy devilish smirk slapped across his face. Close enough to be a mere two inches from her face. And then with the level of something of a whisper he said to her “Fact of the matter is I’m not so sure you can handle the proof.”

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The ball was back in her possession, and Roxie had a god damn breakaway. She saw him standing there in the middle of the court with not a damn play up his sleeve. She had him right there, boom. When he leaned back every so slightly, Roxie pushed forward again so that she was closer to him and smirked. She winked, then stood up and folded her arms across her chest successfully waiting for his response. When he studied her eyes, the corners of her mouth turned down ever so slightly and she bit her lower lip out of nerves this time.

However, when he suddenly leaned in close to her so that she could count the eyelashes above his eyes, she was a bit taken by surprised but nonetheless incredibly pleased. His voice sent shivers down her spine and she resisted the urge to push him back on the table and seal the deal.

"Fact of the matter is I’m not so sure you can handle the proof." he breathed.

The words were like a trigger in her brain. She had been pushing down the animalistic instinct brought on by the ecstasy, but as soon as his sentence registered in her brain she might as well have grown fangs and a tail. Her pupils all but turned into black holes and she put her hands on either side of his leg.

Leaning in, she ran her tongue lightly and skillfully along his bottom lip, looking him directly in the eyes. Her voice came as a feral, disarming taunt.

"I have no limits."

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Brodee was sure he had won. He had her by a string and she was about to crack. He managed to pull himself back from her gaze a bit only to see the excitement that had seemingly been slapped on to her face with his last words. And then he knew he was past the point of no return when he looked down only to realize the Roxie practically had him pinned down against the table, looming over him like a tiger about to go in for the kill. Her raw, animalistic nature was killing him and if she did make her move soon he would. And he’d do it right. But just then she proved that she was one of few who could play his game as well as he could.

She leaned down and teased him with a tongue to his bottom lip and a line to his ear. “I have no limits.”
Now in Brodee’s head this processed as “come right on in, door’s wide open” any boundaries he was attempting to push had broken down and Roxie was his from here on out. She was now defenseless against his want for her.

He placed his palms down on the small of her back with his thumbs and index fingers sliding under the hem of her shirt and his little fingers grazing under the top of her shorts. He leaned up and bit her lower lip pulling it down ward before gently pressing his lips fully against hers. But like with everything else Brodee had to be in control. And he couldn’t control much from his position. So without pulling his lips from hers he stood and slid his hands into her back pockets and pressed his body against hers.

He managed to pull away for a moment only to kiss down her neck and back up again while wrapping his arms around her waist. With that he whipped her around and gently settled her down where he had been sitting and placed his hands on either side of her shoulders before gently biting and pulling her lip again and smiling down at her with reckless intent.

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Almost as if Brodee acted like a catalyst for the ecstasy, she felt that tugging in her stomach plateau into the high that had been climbing. The instant Brodee pressed his lips against hers, placed his hands on her skin, the drugs and her obscene want for Brodee peaked at the exact same time. He pressed himself into her and slipped his hands into her pockets, she smirked with devious intentions and opened her eyes for a brief second. After all, no good girl kisses with her eyes open.

Quite frankly, she didn't care that they were on the outskirts of the woods and anybody walking to any of the busses could see them. It would just be one of the band members anyway, and if they were really that interested, they could stand there and watch. After all, it was Roxie and Brodee. There was enough ego there to sink an entire continent and anybody who had the good fortune to watch them make out should also have the sense to continue on their way. This wasn't the usual hookup. It was complicated, a game, a battle of wit and arrogance, something not many other people would understand.

Closing her eyes again as Brodee lifted her up and put her back on the picnic table, she wrapped her arms around his neck and laced one hand in his hair, tracing lines on the back of his neck with her fingertips. Every touch was amplified by a hundredfold. When he kissed down her neck, Roxie bit her lip, but when he smirked at her with his usual arrogance, she came to her senses. He had taken his turn, now it was her move. No way she was going to let him get the upper hand for too long.

Working her fingers into his shirt, she moved back and pulled him with her, running her tongue ring along his upper teeth as she laid on her back and brought him with her. She may have made it so that he had her even more pinned, but Roxie was a very capable fighter on the ground. Pulling her lips away from his for an instant, her gaze flicked up to his eyes, down his body and then back to his eyes again. You could see her evil intentions right through the black holes that were her pupils.

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Brodee could do nothing but think to himself “what else could she possibly do now?” Roxie might as well have surrendered and let him do all the work, because as of right now from his view he had full advantage. And he was not about to pass it up.

If there was one thing Brodee had noticed about Roxie it was this cycle of animalistic mind games and body language. With his every move, Roxie gained more and more of a feline nature that was all too appealing. But there was a slight change in this. At the beginning of their little war she had seemed more…aggressive. But now that Brodee had broken her down and there was no fight left in her to be had. She had more so turned into a kitten ready to play.

Almost immediately after this realization, Roxie herself confirmed it and he was pulled back into reality. She eased Brodee on top of her and to be quite honest this confused him. He had never seen her so submissive. And you’d think Brodee being above her would easily give him all the control. But it was Roxie. Knowing her she probably had a dirty trick up her sleeve or two. But for now, while he was still in the dark, Brodee would take full advantage while Roxie was still in the corner she seemingly had just painted herself into.

Brodee positioned himself so he was on top of her, his pelvis above hers and his arms holding himself up on either side of her head. Looking down at her he realized something that had dawned on him before. Roxie’s eyes were nearly completely black. And not in some voodoo devilish, turned on sort of way. Brodee had been in this industry for years, and he had seen everything. “You’re rollin’, aren’t you?” He sat up, still straddling her and smirked, then scoffed. “I knew it.”

Did this bother Brodee? Hell no. As mentioned he had seen everything. Sure he had never tried ecstasy, but that didn’t mean he was against it. And he wasn’t about to let it interrupt his fun.

So returning to his thoughts of all-powerful control he knew he had to remind Roxie who was still in charge, just as he had been from day one. Still sitting up on top of her, being careful not to actually sit on her pelvis he spoke; but as he did so he used a trick he had know for many years. Your mouth can say one thing, but your body may contradict.

He placed his palms flat on her stomach over her shirt and scooted back some. “You know we have got to stop ending up like this.” He slid his hands down her stomach and onto her thighs. “The tensions gonna kill us one day you know.” Again he let his hands wander from the tops of her thighs to the sides. “I mean honestly, it us were talking about.” He let his hands slid from her thighs to her stomach, under her shirt, feeling the warmth on his cold cancerous hands. “You know as well as I do we can’t both win.” He pushed his hands up slowly over her bra and leaned down closer to her. “And, honestly Roxie, you’re an intelligent girl. You already know it’s gonna be me.” He moved his hands from the top of her bra back down and onto the sides of her ribs. From there he slid his hands under her bra but made sure to stay at her sides as he slowly ran his fingers in a vertical motion. “And as you can probably tell, judging by my position, you’re very privileged.” He very slowly slid his hand from under the sides of her bra to the top, letting his hands rust there on top of her chest. He raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Honored in fact.” He leaned in closer and gently bit down on her neck. “Very honored.”

All of this he said, his British accent thick, with his same old devilish smirk that contradicted his arrogant, nonchalant, words. Pure evil teasing.

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