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With sore eyes, V watched the blood slowly swirl down the plughole. With a quiet hiss she finished rinsing and wringing her sore broken knuckles before turning the tap off. They remained a deep purple underneath the red angry sores with bruising, never quite getting a chance to heal before smashing faces open again.
She moved those tired eyes to her reflection in the mirror, staring at herself whilst patting her hands dry with a towel as gently as she could. Her blue eyes always seemed brighter when she was tired - perhaps her skin just became paler. She took in the dark circles ever forming, the furrow in her brow that was becoming more common than not, and her long rosy hair that had started to curl in the city humidity, some of the baby hairs clinging to beads of sweat on her temples. V lifted her thumb to that furrow in her brow and tried to massage it away for a few seconds with a sigh.
It had been another shit show of a day and she was exhausted, though that was nothing new to her. The usual surges of adrenaline that powered her through the daily beatings of the many lowlifes that crawled through Night City always masked the pain of her skin splitting and tearing, and it was never until that high wore off that she would notice the blood dripping all around her and the dull ache settle in. That group of stupid Scavs deserved it anyway.
The sound of quietly plucked strings crept under the door, wrapping around her in the dingy bathroom. Johnny had obviously appeared. She allowed herself a tiny smile and decided she would shower later; right now she just wanted to relax. She changed into the clean black tank top and pyjama shorts that she’d brought in with her, spritzed a spray of her perfume from the market to tide her over. She swiped the bottle of whiskey she’d been using from the counter, pushing open the door.
Johnny was in his usual spot on the sofa, plucking away languidly with skilled fingers, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and the smoke curling around him. He annoyingly always looked cool as fuck. He sported his usual black and red Samurai vest and dog tags, those lush leather pants, and of course his trademark aviators. No rockerboy boots this time though. V could hear the metal-on-metal tinker as chrome fingers danced across steel-wrapped strings. She padded barefoot across to the seating area and sank herself down into her own usual spot on the other end of the sofa, groaning as she stretched her aching legs out one by one and crossed her ankles. She took another swig of whiskey and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back. She loved the delicious way the hard liquor burned its way down her throat and sank into her stomach. It was always a quick way to feel relief. She kept her eyes closed and took more swigs for a few minutes, enjoying the tickling warmth starting to spread into her stomach, the dull apartment being filled only with Johnny’s melody and the distant sounds of the city. He always calmed her down by gently plucking away, and even just by being calm himself rather than ranting away about God knows what like he normally was.
“Is that new?” She queried, not recognising this one.
“You’ll have heard this dog shit on the radio” came his mellow baritone mumble in response, spoken around the cigarette still in his mouth. She nodded her head, not knowing or caring if he saw or not, as she kept her eyes closed and listened some more. Now that he’d said it, she did recognise it from Body Heat and realised she rather preferred Johnny’s version. Everyone in Night City thought his music was just loud and angry, but she secretly loved that she got to hear the gentler songs. She didn’t even know how his engram produced a guitar, or the countless cigarettes for that matter, but the whole thing was fucked anyway so she’d best not bother trying to work it out. For now she just wanted to drink some more and not think about whatever shit awaited her tomorrow.
“How are the knuckles?” She opened her eyes at Johnny’s question, his gaze now on hers through his signature sunglasses but his fingers still plucking away. “Did you waste more whiskey on them?” he teased, a small smirk lifting one side of his mouth. She narrowed her eyes at that.
“I don’t care. When you get into as many scraps as I do every day, it would cost a lotta eddies to roll out a state of the art first aid kit every time. This is easier”. She took another swig.
“You have enough eddies now” Johnny pointed out, “Or are you saving them for a rainy day?” That smirk remained, and she just knew his eyes would be glinting behind his shades. Those damn eyes. A tiny flicker of annoyance sparked in the pit of her stomach nevertheless.
“I don’t know what I’m saving them for, Johnny” she threw back at him. “I’ll decide in the future, if there is one”.
Johnny stopped playing then with a twang and slowly set his guitar down, until it disappeared to fuck knows where, with a sigh of his own. He sat back, the leather of his pants creaking, taking his cigarette in his fingers after a slow drag, blowing it out and watching the smoke curl its way over to where she was sat scowling, her narrowed eyes blazing. She knew that Johnny struggled with what to say at these comments she made; neither of them knew what the fuck was going to happen to them.
“Frowning at the situation won’t do anything, V”. He clasped his hands behind his head, keeping his gaze on hers, the damn cigarette in his mouth again. She sighed and took another swig of the searing liqour, looking across the room to Nibbles curled up snoozing on the beanbag. Her face softened on seeing the little cat; at least he seemed content with his simple life.
“I know. Life is short anyway, I guess”. She shrugged.
“Hmm, you got that right” he chuckled a husky response. Johnny kept his eyes on her face whilst he continued to smoke.
V sighed for what was probably the hundredth time that day and got up with the bottle. She moved across to her bed and sat on the edge, chasing a few more sips of the dark amber liquid.
“I just don’t know what makes me feel alive anymore,” V muttered, staring off out the window to the Night City lights twinkling through the usual bastard haze of pollution. “I get a bit of a high from the crunching bones and spurting blood of jackasses, sure, but if my time really is up then it seems a bit pathetic to spend my last days chasing just that”.
Time ticked by for a minute or two in silence before a slow whoosh of cigarette smoke, then a deep mumble of
“I could help you feel alive tonight”. V’s heartbeat faltered, but she snorted at the rude joke Johnny was obviously making, as he so often did. She shook her head and took another swig.
“And how the fuck would you do that? I’m having a pity party here anyway, Johnny, don’t ruin it”. She grinned at him, trying to lighten the mood from her broodiness, and he smirked back at her.
“I can show you.” She breathed a laugh at that, convinced that the trademark mischievous glint in his eyes was there again behind his shades.
“Even if you were being serious, I can’t feel you anyway!” She took another swig, hoping it would calm her breathing that she swore might have sounded shaky.
“I am being serious. And you felt me smacking you clean across the face the night we met, right on this floor”. She blinked and her lips parted. That night was all kinds of fucked up, and in between nearly dying and everything that had happened since, the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind that there may be more to Johnny than an untouchable hologram. She did indeed feel the blow he gave her right there in the apartment a few weeks ago, a couple of feet away from where she was currently sat. She had always felt some sort of tug towards him, but never thought much about it as she assumed the idea she could do anything about it was ludicrous, and she often told herself she probably just felt a weird closeness because they were a twisted part of each other anyway.
Clearly she was taking too long to think and respond, blinking at him like a twat, as the creak of his leather pants sounded again as he slowly rose from the sofa and started prowling over to her, still with that goddamn smirk plastered to his face. He flicked his cigarette to fuck knows where in the digital ether. Her breath hitched as he got closer and closer. He knelt down in front of the bed slowly with another creak, his face coming level with hers. His signature rockerboy scent of leather, faint salty sweat and tobacco licked and washed over her. She tried not to pull back. She wasn’t intimidated by him - God knew she didn’t find him half as scary as he probably wanted to believe she did - she just always shrunk away from how intense that gaze was, even from behind his stupid shades. And the energy between them definitely felt different and charged at that moment, like something had awakened.
“Well?” The one word that rumbled from Johnny’s chest settled over her, and she knew he was staring right into her soul. She breathed in through her nose and fixed her gaze on his.
“Alright,” She lifted the whiskey bottle and offered it to him. “Here”. She fixed a challenge in her eyes and a little smirk of her own as she waited. He reached forwards and swiped the bottle, knocking back a large gulp. She watched his throat bob below his short black beard as he swallowed and then offered it back to her. Her gaze flew to those fingers wrapped around the bottle neck. How did he manage to touch that, let alone drink from it? She blinked. She ever so slowly started to reach forwards, hand shaking, unsure of what she would find, aware that Johnny watched her intensely. With a featherlight brush, she danced her index finger across the back of his hand and drew in a gasp. She could feel him. She dragged her eyes back to his and watched that smirk of his grow some more. He stayed still as a statue in front of her, leaving it up to her what she did next. V stared for a few moments and then reached forwards with her other hand to graze her fingers lightly across his chest. She could feel the fabric of his vest tight over contoured planes that sat underneath. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body. And damn it all to hell, she could feel those eyes cleaving her soul in two. Her heart started thundering in her ears.
Johnny placed the whiskey bottle down and moved his hand back to thread his fingers through hers gently. He brought her battered knuckles to his mouth and brushed them with his lips, causing her to inhale sharply through her teeth. They were so sore but the ghost of a touch from his mouth felt so sweet. Johnny Silverhand had just kissed her hand. V willed her heart to slow as he held her there. She gently prised her fingers from his clasp and let them move down slowly to wrap around the cold metal of the dog tags that hung from his neck. He placed his hands either side of her hips on the bed and tilted his head. She tightened her fist under his scrutiny, watching her shredded knuckles flex and unflex. She breathed in his scent and his presence so close to her. She held on, her gaze flickering between his eyes and her hand. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips.
“It’s sweet,” his gravelly mumble came, startling her slightly. “You act tough all day beating up gonks, but this is what makes you feel vulnerable”. V swallowed.
“Can I actually feel you for real, or is it my imagination telling me I can?”
“Who the fuck cares” he growled. “You want me, as much as I want you”.
A slow burn ignited deep in her core, her breath hitching more and her heartbeat probably loud enough to hear. God, she loved his voice. She loved that always dirty mouth. She both loved and hated that fucking smirk.
With the sound of the city outside wrapping around them in their little bubble, V tightened her grip on Johnny’s dog tags and started slowly pulling him towards her. She parted her lips more for him, a tiny intake of breath filling her lungs as he got the message, thank fuck, and pressed his hot mouth to hers. She couldn’t believe she could feel this. She allowed her eyelids to flutter closed as she felt him, and she started moving her mouth against his. She could feel a wicked flush take over her whole body. He let her lead at first, only responding to her exploratory, curious kisses, before she could feel him starting to take over. Johnny Silverhand was making out with her. He tasted of cigarettes, just like she had often dreamt of, and that dash of whiskey graced the tip of his tongue as he started flicking it in and out of her mouth. Something instantly blazed between her legs and a traitorous, quiet moan escaped from the back of her throat before she could do anything to stop it.
His hands grabbed on to her hips, digging in. She felt her legs open up for him voluntarily, and he closed the gap to the bed on his knees. He pressed himself against her core and she felt the delicious hardening of him already, shrouded beneath cold leather, need clawing its way down to her toes. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck. They started to kiss each other hungrily, the taste of him wrapping around her soul and making her feel alive again. She dared a nip of his bottom lip, feeling heat and wetness pool in her core as he growled in response. This. This was what she needed tonight. A sweet fucking release. They explored each other, assaulted each other with plunging tongues and nipping teeth, roaming hands. This had been building for weeks.
With the wet sound of their mouths breaking apart, Johnny reached to take his shades off, discarding them over his shoulder with a clatter, that silver arm glinting in the dim light. He brought his metal fingers to the waistband of her shorts, dancing those mechanical digits along it and tickling her so much that the skin underneath twitched and danced in anticipation. His other hand tangled itself in her hair at the nape of her neck and he fisted it, yanking her locks down so that her face was forced up into his.
“Look at me”. He pressed his brow against hers, eyes blazing, his smoky breath mingling with hers. V bit her lip and nodded, not capable of responding anything more than that, her brow furrowed as she forced herself to look right into his eyes. They burned into hers, delicious irises of black coffee with neon flickers dancing across from the space around them. She fisted at his dog tags again, holding him close as much as he was holding her. He crept his hand past her waistband down into her shorts, grazing down the smooth skin sitting on top of her pubic bone and going, going, further until he reached the hot pool that awaited him. He paused for a moment, and she knew he was probably fucking smirking as he continued to stare into her eyes, his brow still against hers. He slowly, slowly inserted his index finger between her slick folds. She gasped and her eyes widened as she felt the metal digit plunging deep inside her, the cold of the chrome sparking a pleasure inside her unlike anything she’d felt before. He curled his finger until he pressed right on that sweet spot inside. He chuckled as she bit her lip and breathed in and out through her nose. She couldn’t wait for him to play her like a fucking guitar.
His lips found her ear, nipping at the lobe, whilst his other hand grabbed her hair tight still. That cold finger pumped in and out. Then another finger. Then his thumb flicked at her clit. Her moans punctuated the air and she knew she was soaking onto him, the heat of her juices on cold metal. She grabbed at his shoulders, his top, his ebony hair. She closed her eyes as she moaned and groaned, focusing on the sensation of whatever the fuck he was doing to her.
“So wet” he growled into her ear, clearly turned on by this filthy act, and she fucking loved it. Her breathy moans increased. She could feel herself moulding and tightening around those skilled fingers. He claimed her mouth with his again, his tongue plunging and swirling inside as his fingers did their part, playing her, torturing her. She knew Johnny was more than experienced with women, but it was sending her into overdrive experiencing it for herself.
He continued to fuck and tease with his fingers. Just as she chased the sweet apex that was building already and started breathing raggedly, preparing to fall over the edge, he withdrew his fingers sharply from her and she let out a cry of protest.
“Fff—fucking asshole” she hissed. He just chuckled huskily.
V flicked and hooked her legs around his muscular back and pulled him on top of her, letting them fall to the cold mattress beneath. His forearms braced either side of her head, and he immediately ground against her, eliciting more moans from her, the cold leather and hardness hidden beneath creating a delicious friction. He buried his face in the sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder and nipped at her, his beard scratching, tickling. She whimpered as he continued to grind, both of them frustrated at the fabric in the way - her thin shorts, his much too thick pants. Her arms fell above her head and grabbed and squeezed the pillow. Her pulse throbbed a steady beat between her legs. She fluttered her eyes closed again, turning her neck to the side to allow him better access. She moaned as he nipped harder, sucking, peppering what was bound to be some fucking obvious marks all over her neck and shoulder. She fucking hoped so. A wicked part of her wanted Johnny to leave her as deep purple as her destroyed knuckles.
She came alight more as he slowly moved down, using his teeth to pull her vest up so it banded above her tits. Cold danced across her exposed chest, but only for a second. She whipped it over her head impatiently and threw it over his shoulder. His beard tickled and scratched her chest as he left a smattering of purple splotches where he had coaxed her blood vessels to the surface with his mouth. Then she cried out, driving her head further back, as he claimed an aching nipple in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, sucking, driving her mad as the cold metal from his other hand teased her other nipple, no doubt leaving a sheer glisten all over it from the juices he had pulled from inside her. He pinched, enough to cause a sharp pain but mixed with the sweetest pleasure. She lifted her hips up, desperate, wanting. She knew she was seeping through her shorts. She fisted and grabbed at the sheets and pillow above her head, soaking for him.
Johnny mouth-fucked her nipples, teasing one then the other over and over and over until they were sore but in the best way, his metal hand alternating between pinching the nipple not in his mouth and grabbing her slowly bucking hips. She whimpered with anticipation as she made herself watch him start to move down further, his hot tongue tracing a path down her stomach as his hands grabbed at her hips. He yanked her stupid shorts down, raising himself up to pull them off past her legs and feet and discarding them behind, leaving her exposed. Returning to her, his hands found her hips again, rubbing at the divets there as he lowered his face. He kept going until she felt his smoky breath tickling her cunt, his nose pressing lightly into her clit.
“Wait, I haven’t showered!” She protested as she started trying to sit up. He held her down.
“I don’t fucking care” he growled at her. He drew his tongue up her slit in one slow moment, making her head fall back again and a moan peal from her throat. She squinted her eyes shut and started to slowly roll her hips as Johnny licked and sucked, lapping up everything he could. His hands tightened on her hips some more and she hoped he left some purple marks of ownership there too.
“Ffffuck” V breathed. She was going to fly out of her skin. She fisted at the sheets either side of her and let him assault her and taste her with his sinful mouth. No one had even come close to making her feel like this before. He was relentless. He was skilled. He teased her clit and darted inside her with his tongue over and over. She was whimpering. She was panting. She could feel the release igniting inside her again after no time and she chased it, grinding against that delicious mouth she’d often wondered about. As she approached the crest of the wave, he withdrew with a smirk. She cried out in protest yet again and snapped her gaze at his.
“I’m going to kill you” she hissed at him. He came back up and brought his mouth to hers again, flicking his tongue in and out, making sure she could taste herself on him, the sweetness of her mingled with the tobacco and liquor. He started to grind against her again as she moaned and nipped at his bottom lip. She must have been leaving the front of his pants fucking soaked, as well as the bed sheets underneath. In between kisses she pleaded with him, unable to take it anymore.
“Please, Johnny. Please” She reached down to his belt buckle and fumbled at it.
“So impatient” he smiled against her mouth. He sat back on his haunches and peeled his vest off, discarding it behind him, the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen peppered with scars. He undid his belt, staring into her eyes as she lay there, propped up on her arms and biting her lip, eyes roving all over and waiting for him with her legs open. He breathed in the scent of her desire as he maintained eye contact and dropped his belt to the floor with a clank.
“Ready to be fucked?” His sinful, deep grumble came.
“Yes” she breathed. He stood up with a smirk and dropped his leather pants, kicking them away, then running his hand over the hard length of himself slowly whilst he continued to shatter her soul into a million pieces through his eye contact. She darted her eyes between his and the impressive cock that he was palming, thick and huge, ebony hair shrouding the base. She couldn’t wait to feel every ridge and vein as he filled her up. She spied a dewy bead on the tip and felt a throbbing between her legs at the fact he was ready for her. And fuck, she was ready for him.
She made to shuffle forward, bored of waiting, when he pounced and grabbed her neck with his silver hand and forced her back flat to the bed. Flames of excitement licked through her as the cold fingers wrapped around her and his eyes blazed above. He crawled on top of her and nudged her legs gently apart with his knees. He held his cock and smacked the tip against her clit, eliciting more whimpers from her. He nudged against her entrance and then swirled around her clit again. She couldn’t take his teasing anymore.
“Pleeeeease” she whispered, her brow furrowed and her tongue flicked over her now swollen mouth. Johnny held on to the base of his dick and lined himself up, pushing the tip through her folds ever so slowly before sinking the rest of him inside her in one torturous thrust, until he was seated deep down. They groaned in unison and he flexed his hand around her neck. She twitched and moulded around him. She was so tight and him so big. Johnny hooked his other hand under her knee and pulled her bent leg up and out. He drew his hips back slowly before slamming himself in hard, more moans ripping from their throats.
“Shhhhit” he murmured and V let her eyes roll back into her head. She could feel every single part of him. It was better than she had ever dreamed of. He backed out and plunged back in again and again, picking up the pace and hooking both hands then under her knees and lifting her legs around him, coming to kneel himself. Johnny Silverhand was fucking her, good and deep.
V grabbed on to the pillow above her and bit into her arm, trying to stifle her near hysterical cries of pleasure. He fucked her incessantly, near-frantically, making sure she could feel him deep within, pressing against that sweet spot. He didn’t take his eyes off her and she could feel it. She was squirming under him, could feel the sheen of sweat across her flushed skin, her tits bouncing as he ploughed in and out. His balls slammed against her and the sound of their bodies joined together filled the room. He growled and groaned the more he watched and heard her lose control. Her pink hair was splayed all around her as she rolled her head from side to side, biting at her arms and crying out as she was taken all the way to Hell and back. Johnny slowed down slightly as he dropped her legs and moved over her, burying his face into her neck and biting, sucking, growling. He picked up his rhythm again as he shoved his tongue in her mouth and she couldn’t help but bite it. She let his tongue fuck her mouth as his cock fucked her cunt. The tip was pressing against her G spot with each thrust and she wasn’t going to last much longer. She broke apart from him and dug her teeth into his shoulder before sucking out her own mark of ownership. He quickened even more and drove her into oblivion. Her noises of pleasure bounced off the walls.
“Come for me” he growled into her neck. His command set her alight. She twitched and gripped him with her pussy, her whimpers growing more desperate as she chased that high, driving her own hips up to meet his.
“Fuck!” She rode that wave and tipped over the edge, crying out as her orgasm surged through her and shattered her mind, body and soul with the power of a million bullets. Johnny roared with her as he shot his load of hot cum inside her, slowing down his thrusting gradually as he spurted out and filled her up. He rode the wave as long as he could bear and stopped still to collapse on top of her. They panted and caught their breath for the longest time, joined together, the energy from their hard orgasms fading away and leaving a delicious tingle, both of them letting out a satisfied “mmmm”.
Johnny drew out after a while and rolled to the side, V protesting at the loss of him no longer filling her. Their juices spilled out underneath her onto the sheets but she didn’t give a fuck. They lay side by side on their backs as they calmed down, both of them reaching for the other’s hand. They intertwined their fingers and listened to Night City going by, safe in their bubble of sex.
“Yes, you can fucking feel me” Johnny murmured into the dark. V couldn’t help but laugh at that, a smile spreading across her hot face. He’d more than answered her earlier question by screwing the life out of her. She rolled on to her side and propped her head up on her hand, gazing into his twinkling eyes as she ran a thumb slowly over his face, taking in his warm brow, eyebrows, cheekbones, before settling on his lips. She lowered herself and took one more long kiss from him.
“Good”. V laid back, filled with glee and pleasure that the legendary Johnny Silverhand had given her exactly what she wanted. And she think he’d enjoyed fucking her brains out too.