RevengeIs A DishBest Served Hot,With A SideOf Love

Disclaimer: I do not own Osmosis Jones the movie, its characters or concept. I do own the characters Roxy and Roland, so please so not use them without my permission.

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Chapter 2: Things Heat Up


The dance floor was hot and crowded, the bass music pounding through the floor. Thrax led Roxy to the very center of the writhing, pulsating crowd. He pulled her close as the music pounded all around them, and began moving to the rhythmic beat. He grinned suavely at her as he slipped a hand around her waist. Roxy smiled shyly and cuddled closer in his embrace. This Thrax guy was kinda nice.

She began swaying with the music, tugging at the lapels of his trenchcoat teasingly. Whether it was the heat of the crowd, or the heat of the moment, Roxy was beginning to feel pleasantly warm; hot even. She glanced through a part in the crowd and saw Roland sitting at the bar, milking the last of her drink and looking as though he'd just had his heart torn out.

Ha! The creep deserved it. Besides, he'd be back to his usual self the second another pretty girl walked by. Right now, though, she was having far too much fun tormenting him. She saw him turn to look at her, and deliberately cuddled closer to her ‘boyfriend’. She glanced back at Roland and smiled at the anguished, almost envious look that flashed across his face. The guy looked so pathetic, she almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

The bass thumped louder and the crowd around them danced wildly to the music. It was exhilarating. It was why she loved going to clubs and partying so much. It was an excuse to let out her wilder side and throw all inhibitions to the wind. Speaking of which, she was feeling quite tempted to be a little naughty right about now.

Pulling Thrax a little closer, she let her hands wander lower. Opening his trenchcoat, she slid her hands around his waist. She pressed against him, sliding her hands down his back and giving his rear a gentle squeeze, then held his hips against hers as she dipped and swayed to the music, grinning wickedly up at him. Thrax grinned back with a knowing smile. Roxy glanced back at Roland, who was now chatting up some pretty young blonde. Right on cue, she thought.

Roxy wasn’t interested in Roland anymore, though. Thrax was the object of her attention now. She glanced around at the crowd. She hadn’t realized that the music had changed, but a slow make-out song had started and the crowd had quieted down. Now only the couples were left on the dance floor, herself and Thrax included.

She leaned her head against his chest and closed her eyes. This was nice. It had been such a long time since she’d felt like this, safe and protected. She held him closely and listened to the soft music, letting herself drift away. Suddenly, she felt something brush against her thigh and slowly slide up under her skirt. Her eyes snapped open with a gasp and she pulled sharply out of Thrax’s grasp.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” she screamed at him. The crowd around them fell silent. Thrax looked momentarily stunned, but quickly regained his cool.

“Just playin’ my role.” Thrax replied smoothly.

“You are NOT my boyfriend! It’s over! Get the Frank away from me!” she screamed and stormed off the dance floor. She found the deepest, darkest, corner table as far away from the dance floor as she could and sat there, fuming.

“Who does he think he is?” she muttered to herself. “Thinks he can take advantage of me?”

You were asking for it. Begging even.

“I was not. I was just having some fun.” she muttered.

Really? So, now it’s okay for you to feel up some guy, but he’s not allowed to do the same?

“I wasn’t feeling him up.” She retorted to no-one.

That’s not what it looked like to me.

“Shut up! No-one’s asking for your opinion.” She crossed her arms and glared at the wall.

But that’s what I’m here for. I am your conscience after all.

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Roxy muttered.

Then I wouldn’t be doing my job, now would I?

Roxy rolled eyes. She had to be the unluckiest microbe in the world. A virus with a conscience.

You should apologize to him.

“No way. That guy deserved it.” She glanced at Thrax, who now sat at the bar, chatting with a group of mean-looking germs.

He likes you, though.

“Hmph, only because he thinks he’s gonna get some. I ain’t that easy.” she challenged.

I never said you were. But would it hurt to give him a chance? I know you want him. Trust me, it’s mutual.

Roxy rolled her eyes and snorted. She wanted to stay mad at him, but her conscience was winning her over. “He’s not interested anymore.”

Yes, he is. Don’t you see how he keeps looking at you?

She did see. Every now and then he’d glance in her direction. She pulled her legs up onto the seat and hugged them to her chest, suddenly feeling so lost and empty.

“It’s too soon.” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

It’s not soon enough, Roxy. You can’t keep pushing them all away. You need this.

She did. But she was afraid. Afraid of being hurt. Afraid of getting too close.

Trust me. Invite him upstairs. There’s a private lounge you can use.

“I can’t go over there.”

Invite him with your eyes. He’ll follow. Use that body language.

Roxy saw him glance at her again and tried her best to convey the message. She saw him smile and took that as a sign that he understood. Standing up, she headed for the back of the club. She turned the corner and paused. Would he follow? What would she do if he did? She decided to wait for him here.

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“So, Red. What do we do after we get this Jones guy?” asked Murphy, a tall, muscular germ.

“Nothing. You’ll wait for me. I’ll deal with Jones.” Thrax glanced at the back table and saw Roxy inviting him over with an extended finger. He smiled and nodded slightly. She then stood and headed toward the back. Thrax turned to the goons.

“Just do what I told you, and keep quiet. Now, go.” Thrax watched as they returned to their own corner of the club before leaving to follow Roxy.

As he rounded the corner he was met with a pair of soft lips pressed to his own. Roxy pulled back and whispered softly, “I’m sorry...for yelling at you.”

Thrax wrapped his arms around her and pressed her against the wall.

“No problem, baby.” he murmured and kissed her again.

Roxy wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled back slightly and slid her tongue invitingly across his lips. Thrax accepted her invitation and kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue into her awaiting mouth. His hands roamed smoothly across her body and paused only to slip under her shirt. Roxy broke away and gasped breathlessly a single word.

“Upstairs.”

Thrax nodded and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her up the stairs to the second floor. There was a door at the end of the hall marked:

‘Private Lounge -- Do Not Disturb”