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V laid in bed, head turned to the right, she watched in the dark as the man next to her slept in peace, his chest rising and lowering in a calm pace. The sight made her own chest tightened with guilt and she had to turn her eyes away from him. She had to get away completely.
Sliding her legs off the bed, she stood up in silence, careful not to wake her companion. She quickly picked up her clothes scattered on the floor, then tiptoed out of the room to get dressed. Between every piece of clothing, she gave a peek in the bedroom to make sure the man was still sound asleep.
Fully dressed she exited the trailer, entering the cool night air and she finally allowed herself to let out the breath she had been holding since getting up. “Fuck…” she groaned, face hidden in hands. Now she had really gone and done it. Against all better judgement, she had slept with River. The thought filled her with nausea. River was too good of a guy for her to play with his heart like this.
V wasn’t blind. She knew River wanted more than friendship from her. Which unfortunately had made him an easy target of her pettiness. He had been a perfect way to get back on one rockerboy living in her head.
Johnny had been on her back for the past of couple of days, whining like a bitch how pent up she was. He could apparently feel it, in the most literal way possible. Saying that he was fucking horny too because of her. And for that reason, he had tried every trick in the book to get her to get herself laid. He had asked. He had demanded. Pegged. Brided. You name it. “Sex, V, sex. You know what that is, right? So please, for both of our sake, get yourself fucked for fucks sake!” he had said.
V hated to admit it, but Johnny was correct about one thing. She was pretty pent up. The last time she had slept with anyone was over six months ago, which was way before the Night City legend decided to colonize her brains. And after he had moved in even masturbation came to halt. There haven’t been many sacred things in her life since Johnny, but pleasuring herself was something she was going to keep to herself. It was for herself and herself alone. It wasn’t a fucking free show for uninvited guests.
But thanks to refraining from any sexual activity, she was now more sexually frustrated than ever. She, however, could have managed. Johnny didn’t. The rockerboy, who was used to fucking anything with two legs and two holes, sexless life must have been close to torture. Something, he made sure she knew in the most annoying ways. Offhanded snides, raised irritation, commentary on any fuckable person they crossed…
She endured it the best she could, but then after one exhausting mission, he had once more made his opinion about her skills and methods known, sprinkling the lecture with complains about their dried up sex life, and she had had enough. One quick text to River and she had set a dinner date with him, her objective being something completely different from dinner.
One drive, one kids’ game and one delicious plate of jambalaya later, she was already riding River. As her hips were bouncing up and down, V could feel Johnny’s disgust in the back of her head. What a delightful feeling it had been! Unfortunately, that was pretty much all she got out of the experience.
Sex with River wasn’t bad, per say, but she wasn’t able to immerse herself fully in it. Maybe it was the constant guilt eating her guts or maybe it was Johnny’s disgust interfering with her. Either way, she couldn’t cum. No matter how hard she tried, the pool of pleasure in her nether region refused to tip over.
Now, instead of feeling refreshed and content, she felt ashamed and ever more horny. It was almost surprising Johnny hadn’t shown up yet to mock her and her poor life choices - one thing the man absolutely loved to do. Even more surprising of Johnny’s absence made the fact that instead of getting her planned sexual relief, she was now more pent up than before. Something the rockerboy must have felt too. The sex with River hs only edged her.
V hopped on Jackie’s Arch, the engine roaring to life. She had to bite down on her lip to stifle the whimper that almost escaped her, when the motorcycle started to vibrate between her thighs. Kicking the side stand in, she gassed away, her mind set on getting home as soon as possible. She had to calm herself down, or in the worst case scenario, she would actually end up giving in to the desire and masturbate under Johnny’s watchful eye…
Intense gaze roams over her body, his dark eyes leaving behind a burning sensation on their wake. His tongue licks his upper lip as his gaze follows the length of her arm down. Down, down, down… All the way between her spread legs. That smug smirk of his, when her fingers play with her clitoris, low moans escaping her lips. He takes a long inhale through his nose, trying to smell her arousal, eyes half-lidded as he savors the aroma. Leaning closer his metal hand comes around her neck, the heel of the palm pressing gently against her windpipe. He pushes her down on the bed, his organic hand starts to unbuckle his belt-
V let out a silent scream of terror. She did not just think that! She did not! Absolutely not! Nope!
Giving gas to her bike, V hurried on. Her hair fluttered behind her and cheeks felt burning hot against the wind as she zigzagged among the cars unnecessarily recklessly. A healthy amount of danger to keep her thoughts from Johnny - and the growing ache between her legs. It was one thing to think about sex, but to think sex and Johnny together…
V could almost hear Johnny’s mocking in her ears already. He would laugh at her, saying he finds it fucking hilarious but not unexpected that she has the hots for him. Maybe he would even try to coax her to go through the dirty daydream, to get her pleasure herself in front of him. A show the pig would definitely enjoy - for more than one reason. And if worse came to worst, the asshole wouldn’t allow either of them to forget that, even if for a millisecond, she had fantasized about the one and only Johnny fucking Silverhand. Oh gods, this was the worst!
Her only hope was that Johnny had missed the whole thing. Like with all the ones before today.
Arriving at her apartment, V was mentally completely drained. She dragged herself in and threw her Samurai jacket on the sofa, then headed for the bed. Face first she slumped down with an exhausting groan. She just waited for the moment Johnny decided to finally show himself.
And not even 30 seconds later, V felt a tingling sensation travel up her back along her spine. It was like a feather light touch, but…electric? Startled, V lifted her head. She took a quick look around her, finding Johnny leaning against the wall by the window, one leg crossed over the other. He wasn’t looking directly at her, but she could still feel his gaze directed at her under the aviators. “Christ, V,” the rockerboy started, voice less than pleased. “Can’t believe you made me fuck a cop.”
V’s eyebrows raised and the corners of her mouth dipped down with disdain. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought anyone could do as long as you could get off,” she said dryly, while standing up. She started to head toward the bathroom, her plan being to escape before the asshole had the chance to bring up her dirty daydreams. For someone with as little modesty as Johnny had, he at least respected her bathroom privacy. It was a cowardly retreat, yes, but she was too fucking tired to bicker with the rockerboy now. All she wanted was to get some peaceful shut-eye. It had been a long evening.
“But we didn’t get off, did we?” Johnny’s voice whispered in her ear.
V slammed a hand on her ear, spinning around with a shock. Johnny was standing right behind her, towering over her with his aviators gone. V swallowed, the intense gaze of his dark eyes piercing right through her, straight into her core kindling the embers there once more - her fantasy back in mind. The corner of Johnny’s mouth twisted upward as he sensed her arousal. Arousal he had provoked.
“Fuck off,” V growled, cheeks pink with embarrasment. This only seemed to amuse Johnny even more.
“Would love to, but as you know,” he spread his arms, motioning toward his body, “I’m stuck here. And now, thanks to someone, I’m hornier than a bunny in a heat.”
V scowled at the metaphor, not liking the idea of linking a cute, innocent creature to a sex-mad Johnny Silverhand. “Don’t care. Not my problem,” she spat out and continued toward the bathroom.
But before she reached the doorway, Johnny was once more on her back “Oh, but it is,” he stated matter of factually, and V could feel her arms starting to move on their own, her right hand rising to cup her right breast.
“What the-?!” she cried out, then glanced over her shoulder. Johnny stood right behind her, his body pressed close enough for his chest to brush against her back - if he had been real, that is. His arms descented along hers until they melted together below her elbows. She tried to pull her arms away, but they refused to move. “Johnny! Let go!” V demanded, rising panic in her voice. He had never done anything like this before, she didn’t even knew he could.
“No,” Johnny said firmly, voice and face serious. “We’re gettin’ off today, like it or not.”
V’s face grew pale when the meaning of the rockerboy’s words settled in. “Johnny! You fucking asshole! Let me go! Now! I’m serious!” she snarled, containing her rising fear behind anger. She tried to struggle herself free from his grasp, but escaping your own arms was just as hard as it sounded - meaning: impossible.
“So am I,” he retorted with an oddly sincere tone. Her left hand joined its right counterpart on her left breast. Both hands started to massage the soft tissue, the touch feeling experimental. It was like Johnny was trying to get himself used to the new steering wheels, and it didn’t take long from him. Venturing forth with her hands, he took both of her nipples between his - her - fingers. He rolled them, gently pinching until the peaks hardened under the touch. V had to bite down on her lip to keep the whimpers the sensation was causing at bay. She hated to admit it, but Johnny knew what he was doing. Fuck did it feel good.
So concentrated she was on the feeling, basically hypnotized by it, that until her calves hit her bed’s side, she didn’t realize the rockerboy had made her back up. Losing her balance she fell backward on her ass, and suddenly she found herself sitting between Johnny’s legs, his thighs framing hers. “Goddammit, Johnny! Stop,” she hissed, snapping back to reality, but she couldn’t muster as much force behind it as before, her resolve having wavered.
“No,” he repeated, but softer, the hard edge gone from his voice. “We’ll get you cum today. and we’ll finally get our long awaited, much deserved relief.” His voice was so close that V could almost imagine his breath on her neck. The thought sent another pleasurable wave through her body. Something she had hardly time to enjoy.
V’s breathing hitched, when she felt his - her? - left hand leaving her breast and traveling downwards along her body. Down, down, down…it went, just like in her daydream, reaching for the space between her legs. The bastard - he had seen it after all! But instead of diving in her jeans and panties, straight to her waiting clitoris, the hand travelled all the way to her thigh. There, Johnny started to caress her leg, sensually moving his hand over her pants. He would slide his hands on her inner thigh, bringing it dangerously close to her crotch, but then withdraw right before contact. The asshole was teasing her.
V closed her eyes, both enjoying the sensation and feeling embarrassed how much she liked it. Getting groped by a ghost and enjoying it - Christ, she was deprived.
“We both are, babe. So, let’s get you off of these and down to biz, hm?” It might have been more of a question than command, but it didn’t keep Johnny from moving both of his hands on her jeans, the right one already unbuttoning them and the other playing with the zipper.
“I don’t think so, dickhead!” V kicked up, finding some sense in her head with the distractions gone from her boob and thigh.The kick didn’t do much to get her free from his clutch, but at least his - her! - fingers came off of her jeans, even if only momentarily.
Johnny let out a tired sigh. “Why you fight it so much, V? We both know you want this. Fuck, you need this. So, what’s the problem? I’m even offering to do the hard part,” he cocked a smirk, she could hear it in his smug voice.
From the corner of her eye she could see Johnny lean closer to her neck, his tongue coming out to run along her skin. From the nape of her neck to her jaw line he dragged it, leaving behind a tingling trail where there should have been saliva. It felt like electricity. A sensation that made every hair in her body stand up as shiver ran down her spine and an unexpected whimper slipped past her lips.
Johnny pulled away, his voice positively surprised if not a little delighted, when he asked, “You felt that?”
V nodded, too stunned to speak or even really to think. She had felt Johnny. Not felt felt, but…felt. The most bizarre thing was that the first thing it made her feel was happy. Only then came all the dirty images, her library of fantasies about the rockerboy expanding. Or maybe they were just Johnny’s own idea flooding her mind. The interested hum he let out at her answer was more than enough to tell her that it wasn’t kittens and butterflies occupying his head right now.
Pushed forward by his or her thoughts, Johnny didn’t waste more time and resumed undressing her, this time making her shirt his target. He grabbed the rim of it and managed to pull it over her head, taking advantage of her dazed state. Her bras came off next, and when her breasts hanged free, his hands were on them again. He massaged and grouped them with enthusiasm, his fingers finding her nipples again. And she moaned, the direct touch more stimulating than the one through the layers of fabric.
“Johnny,” V whispered with need, leaning her head back. But when she didn’t find the support of his shoulder, reality hit her. What was happening right now wasn’t real. Johnny…wasn’t real. They needed to stop. “Please stop,” she begged, voice quiet and remorseful.
And finally Johnny listened, lowering their hands on her lap with a frustrated sigh. “Why?”
“‘Cos you’re not real. This is not real,” yet I want it to be, she answered honestly, for the first time acknowledging something she had known for some time now. Yes, she had grown to care for the egoistic rockerboy in more than one way, and yes, she was very much scared of this fact. What they had, whatever it was, she feared it was changing too real. And where would that lead them? To more misery. There just was no future where the two of them could live happily ever after.
Johnny was quiet for an uncharacteristically long time, thinking. She could feel the sea of emotions milling around in his head - her head . But before she could really recognize any singular emotion, he did something even more out of character. Johnny leaned in and placed a tender kiss on her neck, sparking another electric tingle under his touch. He pulled away and locked his eyes with her, a lopsided smirk on his lips. “You think too fuckin’ much, has anyone ever toldcha that?”
To this V let out a weak chuckle, her shoulders relaxing as she returned the smile with her own. “This one old gonk usually calls me out for not thinking enough.”
The look in Johnny’s eyes softened a touch, then he dived back on her neck, placing a second kiss there and leaving behind yet another electric tingle. “Sounds to me that you should learn to use your brains then.”
“Ha, ha, very fun- Really Johnny?!” V groaned, feeling their hands back on her jeans, teasing the rim of them down. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Dead serious. Said so from the beginning,” he pointed out, prying her pants down. “Nothin’ has changed. You have kept us in a sucking celibate long enough, and it’s time to do something ‘bout it. Unfortunately, this is the only way. Jerkin’ out doesn’t quite work the same when you’re a construct in someone’s head, you see. Trust me, I have tried it.”
“Ew! Johnny, what the fuck? I don’t want that image in my head!”
Johnny snorted,” As if I’d have to plant it there.”He moved up, giving her ear a nib, causing the lobe tingle and she whimpered.”I have seen all~ the dirty little fantasies you have cooked up in that pretty head of yours. You think today was the first time you got caught mind fucking me?”
V’s only answer was the heat that rose to her cheeks. The asshole! She had believed Johnny didn’t know about her previous daydreams, the way he had kept quiet about them, but the bastard had just stashed them in his sleeve for later use. “Fuckin' stalker…” she murmured, eyes turned as far from the rockerboy as possible.
“Yeah, yeah, say whatever you want. But at least I’m not the one constantly stripping me in their head. By the way,” lips curved devilishly he pressed them against her ear, voice oozing smugness as he whispered, “My dick is way more impressive than in any of those fantasies of yours.”
V scoffed, her brains coming out empty. That shocked she was by the arrogance of this man. She wanted to retort back, she really did, but no words came to mind. And when she finally managed to gather herself enough to say something back the words were literally stolen from her mouth. The second she opened her mouth - like he had waited for that exact moment - Johnny decided to finally give her private parts some attention, and all that came out was a high pitched moan. It was a simple touch over the clothes, but having teetered on the edge so long even the slightest stimulation felt toe-curling good. She had said it once already, and now she will say it again - God, she was deprived!
“And that’s exactly why you’ll now lift your ass up, so we can finally get you out of your jeans,” Johnny answered her remark, once more having taken a peek in her thoughts.
Too tired to resist - or that’s what she told herself when in fact she just wanted to give in to the moment, to the pleasure, to the emotions - V did as told. She lifted her butt off the bed just enough for Johnny to slide her jeans and panties down as far as their arms reached. The rest she handled herself, kicking the pants off and to the side.
The moment she was free of the clothes, Johnny was already spreading her legs apart, hands rubbing the inside of her thighs. V took her lower lip between her teeth, chewing it gently, relishing in the delicious feeling his touch caused. They were her hands, true, but at the moment they belonged to Johnny. If she didn’t look, she could almost imagine the cool of his metal hand and the calluses of the organic hand against her soft skin. She moaned, concentrating on the image.
“Now we're talkin’,” Johnny hummed satisfied, electric tingling peppering her neck as he ghosted kisses up and down from her shoulder to ear, covering as much space as he could. In response she leaned her head to the side, trying to offer more skin for her to explore. Too bad, she couldn’t actually feel the real deal. She couldn’t really differentiate his tongue from his lips nor sucks from pecks, all being just identical electric tingles on her skin, some maybe longer, some maybe shorter. But it didn't really matter. With her eyes closed, she could make them be whatever she wanted, from passionate bite to a teasing scratching of his beard, All Johnny had to do was not stop.
But the bastard he was Johnny had to pull away right then, taking even his hands off her legs. He did it so on purpose, to annoy her, no doubt. If the rockerboy loved something beside his own shitty self, it had to be tormenting her. The self-satisfied sound he let out at her frustrated groan was more than enough to proof that. “What gives, asshole? I was just starting to enjoy this,” V hissed, turning to glare his projection over her shoulder.
“Never heard you say you actually wanted this,” Johnny stared back at her, lazy upturn on his lips and mischievous glint in his eyes. He moved in, coming close enough for her to almost feel the delicious tingling of his touch on her lips. Almost. Bastard kept just enough space between them without touching her. “Say it, V. Say you want me to fingerfuck you until you scream my name for more. Beg for it. I know you want to,” his tone was that of a person, who knew they had already won.
V swallowed thickly, fighting against the urge to lean in to close the distance between their lips. It would have been so easy to give in to him, to let the pleasure in, but she and her damn pride didn’t let her. “As if,” she spat out, with less heat than she had wanted, though. “Get on with it, or next time I’ll make sure we will cum on River’s cock.”
Johnny’s brows gave an annoyed twist, the look in his eyes darkening the slightest. “The pig wouldn’t be able to make you come even in your dreams. I, however,” his mouth curved back into the self-satisfied smirk, his left hand diving between her legs, “can.”
V’s breath hitched, when she felt the cool touch of metal on her slit, a single digit sliding up toward her clit. Her muscles tensed in anticipation, waiting eagerly for the contact. But it never came. The finger jumped over the nerve bundle and kept climbing up, dragging a thinning line of her juices behind it. She had no idea she was already that wet, even though it shouldn’t have been any surprise. For the whole night, ever since entering the trailer with River, she had been on the edge. Hell, she had been on the edge for weeks now. All thanks to one Johnny Silverhand.
“Fuck, Johnny,” V breathed out - the man made art of pissing people up. Her pussy ached for touch and he was keeping it from her for shits and giggles. And Johnny was enjoying it like a predator playing with their prey. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve, scar and EMP threading, masterfully avoiding any spot that could give her anything more than torture. Her hips responded to the carving he fed by grinding against the mattress, seeking friction. Something, anything, to ease the itch that couldn’t be scratched.
“Come on, V. Just give in,” like a devil he whispered in her ear, promising sinful pleasure only he could provide. Only he could give it to her. Another agonizingly slow drag of a finger over her opening, and - the devil had won.
V rolled her head back with a moan, eyes moist with frustration. She tilted her gaze to Johnny, searching his eyes. “Johnny… Please… ”
Johnny rewarded her with a rare genuine smile. Not a smirk nor a grin - a smile. “Wasn’t that hard now, was it?” he chuckled lightly, finally closing the distance between their lips. She met him halfway, mouth opening and eyes closing in waiting. Then she felt them, the electric tingles. They were all over her mouth, on her lips and on her tongues, circling the meat in unexpected patterns, and she could almost taste the cigarettes. Her lungs started to burn for air, even though there shouldn’t have been anything blocking her breathing. Not really.
Expect there was.
There was Johnny. He was there. Right there, right now. His mouth on hers and his arms on her body. They were together.
The need for oxygen made V pull away with a gasp and when she opened her eyes, she met Johnny’s eyes. He was looking straight at her with the most intense stare she had ever received, his chest heaving in rhythm with hers. “John- Ah!” His name turned into a moan on her lips as she finally felt his fingers on her clitoris, the cold of his metal hand against the sensitive bud sending jolts of pleasure through her whole nervous system. By sheer willpower - or maybe it was Johnny’s - she kept herself from cumming.
The rockerboy captured her lips again, and V could only squirm under his touch. He played her like one of his guitar strings, bringing forth notes she wasn’t even aware she could make. Circling, pinching. Slower, faster, Stronger, weaker. It was too much and too little, all at the same time. She was overwhelmed, her nerves sparkling, but she needed more. More, more, more. More of this. More of Johnny.
She needed him. She needed Johnny.
“Johnny,” she panted, desperately searching for his eyes. He answered her call with a suck on her neck in a hopeless attempt to leave his mark on her. The emotion that flooded her mind when he pulled away to see the skin spotless: lust, jealousy, frustration, anger and - fear. They were all his. It was always hard to understand what Johnny truly wanted, his mouth saying one thing and his action other. But this, these emotions, V understood. He didn’t want to be just a ghost in her head. He wanted the world to know that he was there, he wanted her to know that. He was there with her. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, make love to her. He wanted to be alive - he didn’t want to die. “Johnny,” she called his name again, her voice in the brink of tears. She wanted him to know she felt the same. She didn’t want him gone, she wanted him there with her.
Johnny looked at her, his eyes so solemn she could have sworn he was on the verge of crying, too. He had changed from when they met. He had started to regret many things he had done or had left doing in his life, but nothing came close to the regret he felt for stealing her life away.
V shook her head at him, and would have placed a hand on his cheek if it had been possible. “Maybe you’re killing me, but without you I would be dead already,” she gave him a soft smile and placed a kiss on his lips, hoping he would feel it the same as she could. “Johnny, you save me.”
“Valeria,” he breathed her name, her full name, voice heavy with desire. And then he was on her again, more aggressive, more demanding than before. His lips burned against hers and his hands assaulted her nether region. Two organic fingers slid inside her with ease, settling in an impatient pace. The metallic ones, the cold of them a hard contrast against her feverish flesh, returned on making haste circles on her clit.
In a matter of seconds she was gasping his name in his mouth, desperately begging for more. Hearing her pleas, Johnny responded to her with stronger thrusts with his fingers, bumping the fingers in and out faster and faster. But it wasn’t enough. She could feel her vagina clench around his finger in a need to feel fuller. She didn’t just want him but she needed him inside her.
This aroused a growl from Johnny,his lips moving to worship her neck. “The things I’d do to you if I had my body…” His words sent a wave of pleasure down her spine straight to her core, and she moaned, toes curling. She was so close.
Johnny could feel this too, of course, and the hand from her clit rose to her neck, his metallic fingers curling around it firmly. His thumb and forefinger settled right under the jaw line, giving him the perfect grip to maneuver her head as he saw fit. He turned her to look at him and with his dark eyes piercing hers, he commanded, “Cum for me.”
And she did. Oh yes, she did. The white pleasure that spread through her whole body by his demand was something she had never experienced before. Her eyes went shut involuntarily, her breath caught in her throat and every nerve in her body pulsed with a hot wave after another. Maybe it was the weeks-long edging or maybe it was just purely Johnny himself, but never before had V had an orgasm quite as intense as this one. The way it reached her every cell… For a second there she thought she was going to pass out.
When the worst - or best, in this case - had passed, and V started to feel like she was returning in her body from the other worldly plane she had been sent, she cracked her eyes open. Johnny was still there next to her, his head hanging over her shoulder with his eyes squeezed tightly closed, the expression almost pained. Her orgasm… He was still riding off her orgasm, she realized, the understanding making her core clench with a fresh wave of excitement. And Johnny flinched in response, experiencing what she was feeling. It was quite, dare she say, cute.
Entranced by the sight, V instinctively reached toward Johnny’s face with the want to touch him. Only when her fingers passed through his breaded cheek, she noticed that she had the control of her hands back. It felt almost weird. Turning and twisting her juice glistering hands around she tried to get used to the sensation again. They had really been just her hands, she mused. No metal nor calluses from playing a guitar in sight
She turned back to Johnny only to find that he had glitched out from reach, to lean against the wall. Right leg stretched straight, the other bed with the metal arm resting on the knee. His head was leaned back as he waited for his breathing to even out. He was staring at her with hooded eyes, a lazy smile on his lips.
“Now that’s what I call an orgasm,” he laughed, then stuck a cigarette between his lips. “Won’t get one like that from a fuckin’ cop or joytoy or any other gonk for that matter. It was an authentic Silverhand special.”
V rolled her eyes, the magic of the moment broken. Jonny “Asshole” Silverhand was back. With a sigh she flopped down on her back, hands coming to rest on her stomach and right leg lifted on the bed’s edge. It wasn’t like she had expected cuddles or sweet whispers in her ear, but that Johnny only had ‘an authentic Silverhand special’ to say to her was slightly disappointing. Not surprising, just disappointing.
Still, V tried not to let it hinder her from enjoying the post-orgasmic glow. She felt more content, more relaxed than in ages. She might have even drifted into a sleep if not for Johnny’s eyes burning holes on her exposed chest. On her best capabilities she tried to ignore the old pervert.
“Hey,” Johnny’s voice cut through the silence after a while, and V graced him with a one-eyed glance. With the metallic hand resting on his knee, he motioned her closer.
V considered it, then grabbed a pillow and rolled to him. Probably the most unsexiest thin she had done after sex, but who fucking cared. She placed the pillow in the same spot with Johnny’s thigh, the straightened leg going right through it. Laying on her back, she placed her head on the pillow. It was a bit too soft for it, but with a lot of imagination, she could almost make herself believe her head was resting on Johnny’s actual thigh.
Johnny raised a curious eyebrow at her, but then just huffed amused and returned his gaze forward, concentrating on his smoke. V on the other hand fixated her eyes on him, for once having the chance to admire his features. She observed the movement of his lips as he took the cig out and blew out a thin stream of smoke. She wondered how his bread would feel, the same as his hair. And those eyes - she liked them. She really, really liked them. It was a shame he hid them so often behind those aviators of his.
As annoying as it was to admit, Johnny really was handsome.
With a content sigh, V closed her eyes. If only for this short moment, she wanted to believe that everything was and would be alright. She tried to imagine how life would be if Johnny was actually alive. Would they be friends? Lovers? Would they even get along? Probably not, if you consider how often they are at each other’s necks.
“‘Course we would,” Johnny scoffed, answering her unspoken question like it had been the stupidest shit he has ever heard. V hummed, truly wanting to believe he was right. It was true that their relationship had improved significantly from the first day they officially met, the day Johnny tried to flatline them both with one swift removal of a chip - fortunately he didn’t succeed. They still fought, yes, but there was now more depth in their relationship, something even deeper than mere friendship. Dare she even say that Johnny had grown quite fond of her, the same as she with him.
“Yeah, yeah,” Johnny’s voice interrupted her thoughts, a hint of something that remotely reminded her of embarrassment in his tone as he hid behind his cigarette. It just might be that she hit a bullseye there with her claim. Groaning, he glanced down at her. “Put some cover on yourself, woman. Gettin’ cold by just looking atcha.”
V snorted at the rockerboy’s poor attempt to change the subject. She opened her eyes and gave him a half-lidded look. “What, Johnny Silverhand already bored by the freeshow?” she teased, earning an eye roll from the man. But it was true she was starting to get cold, skin bare and sweaty from the previous activities. Grabbing a blanket from the side, she pulled it on.
A comfortable silence settled in the room. Johnny kept smoking his cig and she watched him do so. After a while V’s eyelids started to grow heavy, the sleep beginning to creep in. She considered for a second should she move from Johnny’s thigh, but then remembered that he could just glitch from existence any moment he wanted. So, she stayed. She was comfortable exactly where she was right now.
Turning on her side, she tugged the blanket higher, curling into a snug position. The sleep was soon over her again, her consciousness hanging on the edge of wake and dream. It was then when she felt an electric tingle slid across her forehead. Having just enough strength left, she peered her eyes open to find Johnny staring down at her, his organic hand brushing her hair from her face and the strands actually listening to his holographic body. The solemn expression of his clenched her heart. He looked like a man who had made a decision. What kind, she didn’t know, and didn’t even care to know. The expression made her guts twist uncomfortably.
Closing her eyes once more, she tried to erase the sight from her mind. Whatever Johnny was thinking… It had something to do with the future, and right now the future was the last thing she wanted to think about. She was happy. Right here, right now. With Johnny.
She didn’t want the future to come. She didn’t want this dream to end. Not yet. Not ever.