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A hot shower and her output. That was all V wanted.
She typed up a message to Regina, wondering (not for the first time that day) how she'd been wrangled into this cyberpsycho mess in the first place. Stumbling across a wedding-slash-soap-opera gone wrong hadn't been on her list of priorities that evening, but here she was. Standing over some poor woman who's life had gone awry in the bizarrest of ways, sloughing her blood off mantis blades.
The fixer thanked her, and the eddies rolled in.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
"Think that's enough for one day, V."
Johnny Silverhand: unwelcome advice expert, on call 24/7.
He flickered into her peripheral vision, leaning against the jetty railing. She continued cleaning herself up, wincing when her phone buzzed (yet another gig, her visual display told her).
"What're you gonna do? Keep on with this fixer shit 'til we drop dead?"
It was stupid to give him the silent treatment but the merc stubbornly persisted, smoothing out her shirt like she'd never heard a word.
He fizzled out, popping back into reality in front of her, inspecting the mangled (yet alive) target.
"This isn't the way we do things, V. I know you're angry. No one in the history of this gutter-shit world wants a timer on their head.
But working yourself to death is just lame and unoriginal."
She agreed, but felt her patience twisting up inside her gut. V was here for the pay. The more she had, the more implants she could get, the higher chance she had of coming out the other side when it came time to face Arasaka.
"You want me to take a break? You?" She barked. "I don't get breaks anymore, not with you in my head."
"You wanna hurt my feelings? Awww." Insidious tone reflected back at her. "I'm just saying, you wanna fix this thing? Don't run yourself ragged. Fuckin' gonk."
"Thanks for the advice, asshole." She slouched into a sit next to him, blades retracted. "You're one to talk."
He huffed from his digital cigarette, rolling that thought around. "I was never a workaholic like you are. Driven, maybe, but-" another hit- "no one asked me for favours, exactly."
They sat in silence, watching the ocean. The light pollution from NC meant few stars were ever visible- those that were peaked out through a thin cloud layer, reflecting on the black waters below.
Another message arrived, this one from Judy. V smiled involuntarily, all the unpleasant events from the day melting away in the stead of warm, fuzzy feelings.
//: Hey chica, what're you doing tonight? Bored.
"Hey." Johnny's voice intruded into the mushy-ness. "Do you still have those blockers?"
"Umm." V rummaged through her many pockets til the rattle of the pills was heard.
"Take one tonight and just, forget all this crap."
He didn't wait for an answer, visuals flickering before disappearing entirely from where he was sitting moments before.
She stared at the omega blockers before tossing one back. A newfound energy flowed, not from the drug but from her own thoughts.
The merc brought her contacts back up as she stood, walking to her Kusanagi left further up the beach.
//: Been busy today. You wanna come over now? I'm heading back rn.
//: Do you even have to ask
With the speed of a Caliburn, V arrived home, showered and changed into something less blood-splattered.
A giddy feeling bubbled up at the thought of her output, having barely seen her during the week. Both of them were busy with irregular schedules, so time was scarce at best. She tided up a little, fiddled with the radio while trying to remember Judy's favourite station, and started on a cup of coffee for each of them.
Then the door clicked.
NC's best BD artist walked in in her usual getup, having come straight from work as far as V could tell. The drinks were forgotten, merc unable to keep herself away. Between the two of them, V was slightly taller, only so much so that her face angled slightly when their lips met. "Well, hello to you too, calabacita." Judy's smokey intonation was enough to send thrills shooting through V.
She hoisted her output up in her arms with ease, feeling laughter shake through Judy as V buried her face in her shoulder.
"Long day?"
"Yeah."
A hand ran over the back of the V's head, up across her scalp, ruffling through dark viridian hair in gentle trails.
"I brought somethin' that might help with that." Judy's voice slid from it's typical warm rasp to something shades darker.
"I'm listening." V released her, but ran both hands down to her hips.
"We both need to blow off some steam. So I need you to stay here...." the BD artist ran a finger up V's arm- "...while I get ready."
The merc started to peel her clothes off the moment she stopped speaking, at which Judy grabbed a wrist and held it. "Clothes on, babe." The smouldering look in her eyes made V quiver a little, letting go of her shirt and all intentions of disobeying.
"Stay here and don't turn around 'til I say so, ok?" With a peck on the cheek, Judy strode to the bathroom and shut the door, leaving V in suspense.
The apartment felt a lot smaller all of a sudden.
Patience was a virtue....that had never entered V's essence.
A hunger for action, movement, initiative drove her in most departments of life. It was hard for her to take a backseat, and Judy knew it. And she knew that Judy knew it. Her feathers were efficiently ruffled by the brief exchange, imagining up multiple scenarios in her head from this situation she'd been placed it.
She took a moment to breathe, soothing the thump-a-thump manic pulse that rattled her, letting the quiet ambiance of the apartment soak in.
Judy had probably had a long day, too, V knew. While her artistry thrilled her, it was also mentally draining, along with the string of constant demands from her boss. The fact that she was happy to make time for V said more than words could, in this frantic period of life. Never mind the fact that she'd cooked up some kind of surprise.
V closed her eyes and drifted off, recalling the day they'd made them more official. It grounded V like nothing else, gave her more of a sense of self as individuality splintered apart day-by-day. The want they both felt for each other, the tenderness of their first time, after weeks of tentative chatting leading into infrequent flirting. How Judy opened up to her and let her in, in a city where all things had teeth and everything was double-edged.
Her thoughts were taking a nauseatingly sweet turn when she hears the bathroom door open, some shuffling, and then what she assumed was Judy taking a seat on the lounge.
"You can look now."
V turns and finds Judy......dressed identical to before she entered the bathroom. She was spread out casually, feet thrown up and arms back, gaze still somewhere dark and steamy but with harsh focus, now.
The merc had a few guesses in mind. One being that Judy was fucking with her, which she threw out immediately.
The next was that the BD Judy had shown her a few days ago had been a way of testing the waters, seeing how she reacted the idea of the double ended strap-on with shard input combo.
V breathes in hard, feeling weak in the knees at the images in her mind. Sex between them was usually warm, full of feeling and tenderness, slow touches and fingers and tongue; wound together on the bed, not so much taking turns as just enjoying each other's desire.
The Judy before her seemed intent on something less tender and more focused. V was familiar with that, but never with her. It made her shiver, feel a desire blossom in her, to melt in her output's hands.
So she moved forward and closer to the lounge, starting to peel off her clothes like earlier.
"Nuh-uh," Judy says, exhaling through her nose. "Slowly."
V feels her face go warm at the idea of putting on a show, frozen with both hands having grabbed the end of her white shirt and lifted slightly. Her output's eyes are scalding hot, roaming over exposed abdominals without a hint of shyness, ignoring V's sheepishness and the fact that she's tangled up.
( Rescuing idiots from the Tyger Claws? Easy peasy. Going toe-to-toe with Arasaka squads, mantis blade to mantis blade? No biggie. Staying composed in front of her output? Apparently the hardest gig ever. )
The merc peeks over the fabric, making sure she's got Judy's attention, before turning around (shirt slides off her arms smoothly) and tugging at her fly. Then she bends forward, sliding her jeans down both legs slowly in a display of flexibility and...goofyness. Going further, V leans even more, white eyes making contact with brown, head between her legs, as she shakes each ankle to free herself.
Judy's lips twist in an attempt to not break character, tilting her head slightly as encouragement to keep going.
With only underwear left, V finds it a bit easier, standing up and making a bold decision. She takes a few strides, sliding neatly into Judy's lap with a calculated grin. Taking one hand in her own, and placing it over a breast while grinding her hips down hard (and feeling something hard underneath in the process), other hand on Judy's shoulder to stabilise.
"You're gonna take this off of me." V notches up the brat in her tone, wanting Judy but playing her game.
"Oh, am I?" Brown eyes narrowed, lips thinned, palming V through her black bra. V hums, heat spreading down her body, moving her hips again (and notices a slight jolt in Judy's thighs from it). One particularly rough squeeze goads her on, leaning forward to place her arms around her output's shoulders. She teases, lightly biting her earlobe between teeth and moaning next to Judy's ear, before letting go to kiss at her neck. "Please?" The merc lightly touches their lips together, tongue swiping over bottom lip before Judy groans and seals it, kissing deeply.
V's thoughts fly away, all thoughts lost to those lips and tongue, before coming back to Earth. She breaks away. "Got something to show you."
The BD artist bites her lip, other hand joining it's twin to grab at more, teasing V with light touches over her breasts with thumbs ghosting over her nipples. "Fine, but only 'cus you asked nicely." Her hands roam down to V's torso, groping tightly coiled muscle, before moving around to the merc's back and up to tug and release the clasp.
Their eyes meet and V looks particularly smug. She moves her arms away to slide it off, in doing so revealing new additions to her current collection of piercings (all facial, 'til now).
"Oh, wow. Wasn't expecting those." Judy takes a moment to admire the silver barbells threaded through V's nipples, reflecting the light from the ceiling. "When did you get them done? It hasn't been that long."
"Just the other day," V says in a singsong voice, "And just for you."
Judy grins wide, moving her hands up to V's back to press her chest forward. "Guess i'll do you a favour and check how sensitive they are..."
"W-wait, no!" The merc pipes up, resisting the push. "Wanna see what you've got, first."
Tsk. "Fine. Gonna regret making me wait, though."
Judy motions for V to lift up, all touch removed, before taking off her singlet and yanking her overalls down juuust enough. She guides V's hands back to her shoulders, then both pairs of eyes are watching when she pulls the strap from its confinement, wincing slightly at the movement. It's a modest size in a mellow shade of purple, with a slight curve.
"You already put the shard in?" V is grinning madly at the thought of her output all worked up from stimuli. She moves back over her, thighs on either side of Judy's, toy between them. The BD artist nods, wriggling a little, hands roving to pluck at the elastic of the merc's underwear. And then she stills. Her lips thin, nostrils flare slightly, and eyes are boring into V.
"Off, now."
V swallows, but does what she's told, climbing off for a moment to pull her last garment off, feeling the lightest brush of wetness as it goes. Back onto Judy's lap as quickly as possible, thighs enveloping, but hovering over the strap now with arms braced on shoulders. She reaches down to touch it but finds her hand slapped away.
"No." Judy's expression hasn't changed, still deadly serious, but heavy breathing through her nose giving away her composure. "I'm the one doing the touching. Gonna wind you up so bad.....," Her editing hand moves to the inside of V's thigh, rubbing there for now, while the other hand squeezes a hip. V places her own over it, grounding her. "Gonna make you sing it out for me."
A hand glides up to cup V, fingers smoothing in a slow back-and-forth that touches everywhere. The merc moans, feeling a feather-light touch roll over her clit. The base of the palm centers there for a delicious moment before the hand slides further down, then up again. Her head rolls back, enjoying the shivery stimulation.
Judy toys with her for a few minutes, feeling how wet V is already, riling her up more and more while maintaining deadly cool composure. A rolling boil of want on the inside, a need to drive up and in, to feel the front of her hips meet the back of V's thighs, to hold her output down against her til they're both spent.
She slides one finger in, curling it the way she knows V likes, tapping at the softest spot with verve.
The merc gasps, a sharp intake of breath, wound up tight like a spring. She doesn't wait more than a minute before demanding more, gripping Judy's wrist 'til she gets two, then meeting the thrust of her hand every time. Head lulls forward, mouth open in a search for air. Every curl of those fingertips brings her closer, and it's way too soon.
"J-Jude, please?"
"Hmmm, please what?" Judy kisses her, leaning into V....before her hand completely stills inside her.
V bites Judy's bottom lip, tugging it slightly, and then they're both still. She catches the taste of cigarettes and coffee on her output's lips.
"Let's change it up...," she re-balances, leaning back, arms again on Judy's shoulders, making a little distance between them. She eyes the toy, body humming a high frequency.
"I guess you kinda earned it." Judy laughs, breaking the ice queen act. She reaches up and behind the couch, hand feeling around for the lube.
"You want a hand with that?"
The glare that earns stops V from moving.
The BD artist pours some onto the tip of the strap, hissing at the sudden contact. She wriggles, adjusting the toy, manipulating its settings with a hand to the side of her head. When satisfied, Judy touches V's cheek, bringing her in for another sizzling kiss, moaning into it when the merc slowly sheathes herself over the toy in one movement.
While she has Judy distracted, V takes control, threading a hand through her hair and guiding her to her new piercings. The touch of her tongue to the metal makes her toes curl, sensitive beyond belief and driving her inner hunger to new heights. All she can focus on is that hot mouth, tongue teasing around all edges of the barbell, slippery with a hint of teeth. Judy tugs lightly and V sees white for a moment, clenching around the strap and moaning.
The sound drives Judy on, switching to the other nipple for the same treatment but holding V's hips in both hands and forcing them down. She digs her fingers in, limiting any bounce from each thrust and driving up deeper than before. The deep heat in her core grows with every movement, feeling the merc flutter and grip her length. "Fuckin' yesss," the artist hisses out, "I like you at this angle, ridin' me..."
Close to her peak, V folds, head resting on Judy's shoulder. She bites her neck and gasps, a finger rubbing at her clit bringing her higher. And higher.
"That's it babe-"
"Wait" V blurts out, voice hoarse from her cries, thrusts rolling to a stop. "L-let's move."
Judy is stuck in a fog- "Wh, where-"
"Bathroom...now."
Without thinking twice, Judy casually pulls out, picking up V by her ass and legging it to the bathroom. She sweeps a space clear with a forearm, bottles scattering everywhere, then plants V down without grace. Sparing just another moment to line the strap up to V's heat, she slides back inside in one motion, making her output groan when she's completely hilted. Pinning both of V's hands on either side of her head, against the mirror, she starts her rhythm anew, thrusting deep.
"Feels so good," V hums, heat spreading from her chest to her toes. She lifts her legs, draping each around either of Judy's shoulders by the knee, changing the angle and wrenching a moan from the BD artist's lips. The noises they were making went from quiet to obscene, a squelch with each drive of their hips, meeting together then rolling like a wave.
"I need your touch, Jude." V meets her eyes, feeling the thrusts lose rhythm as Judy loses her composure a little, clearly on the edge. Their hands drop from the mirror- Judy braces her weight on the counter. V weaves her hands up and over her output's ears, down her tattooed neck, mirroring the light touch from earlier as her fingers find breasts. Revenge for earlier drives her to tease, deliberately tensing around the strap while kneading at Judy's chest.
She ignores the hammering demand in her core that rises again, instead intent on pulling Judy over the edge first. Using her core muscles, V brings her weight off the counter and moves partially upright, bringing her partner closer with her legs. She dives forward to kiss, running her tongue over bottom lip and parting them, feeling Judy pant with exhaustion and need.
"Ven por mí," A complete tease, taunting Judy with her passable Spanish, knowing how it fired her up hearing V speak it. Her output closed her eyes, huffing out a reply in-between laughs. "No. You first."
V isn't expecting the solid touch to her clit. She keens, lying back, feeling her own control wither away as Judy traces a circle while never stopping her thrusts. The merc submits, anticipation creeping from her pussy all the way along her spine. Leg muscles tighten around Judy's neck, who leans in and drives forward harder, turning V into a mess.
Their eyes meet and Judy's brow is pinched in concentration, determined to win this game. V pulls one more trick out of her bag. Willing her hands to her chest where she can rub, pinch, pull at her new accessories, V keeps their gazes locked, playing with herself. Then her white eyes roll back, overwhelmed with all the feedback her body sends her, feeling that churning heat escalate until it's unbearable.
"I'm so close," She gasps, finding the peak of the mountain, when Judy shifts. Her output falls against her- a hint of lips against her neck are the only warning she gets before there's a hard bite, teeth in flesh, pain rocketing to her brain and kicking her off said peak. Judy's finger keeps swirling against her clit, hips dancing a constant rhythm, as V writhes and gasps her orgasm out.
The sensation is distracting enough that V almost misses Judy's orgasm, starting to come down just as her output stops breathing in a tell-tale way. She thrusts back with gusto, drawing Judy's release out while underneath her. Stroking the length of the toy with every movement has her output whining into her stomach, resting her head. Then V has another idea.
In a reversal of earlier, she nudges Judy's hand away from her clit and replaces it, fingers drawing out hard yet delicious circles. Encouraging her second finish and feeling that heavy, hot weight growing in her core again. . "Fuuuuck" steams out from Judy's mouth. It works, and the two lock eyes as V moans, coming again and sending Judy spiraling with her, strap pulsing signals straight to her core. Every pulse of the merc's orgasm intensifies Judy's, locking them together in feedback, both gasping for air.
Both are dizzy from oxygen deprivation when they settle, exhaustion blanketing them. Judy's head still rests on V's stomach, which would be comfy enough to sleep on were they not bent over the counter. After some minutes click by, she presses a kiss to her abdominals before slowly pulling out, stepping away to remove the shard and dump the toy in the sink. V watches her contently, sitting up and stretching her cramped leg muscles.
"C'mon," Judy takes her hands and pulls her down from the counter with a peck on the lips. She leads the merc (whose eyes train dreamily on the two seahorses) to bed, where they can get comfy under soft blankets. They move around to meet face-to-face, bodies touching where possible, comforted by each other's nakedness under the covers.
"I liked our show-and-tell." V smiles, eyelids heavy with sleep.
"Thought you would." Judy yawns, wriggling a little until the bed fits right. Both are absent-mindedly touching each other, bodies humming with a fulfilled contentment.
"Got plans for tomorrow?" The merc tried to recall which day it was and failed. Her sense of time had been lost in the weeks.
"Mmm....no...," The BD artist's voice slurs a little, but her eyes meet V's with a gaze that's loving and soft. A far cry from the cold Mox she first met. "Hard to believe it....wanna go on a date?"
She feels the giddy feeling from before come running back.
"Sure." It's a strain to think of anything in that moment, in a haze of sleep and post-sex comfort. "Let's get out of the city. "
"Sounds nice...," Silence.
V feels a slurry of feelings and thoughts surfacing once she's alone again. An urgency to all- this thing she has with Judy, the chip in her head, Arasaka looming over all. Hurry. Hurry.
The mix of panic and sleep has her sense of self wilting. A need to affirm it all, find comfort again, overcomes her. "I love you, Jude." But she's already asleep.
Coward.
Two cups of coffee sit forgotten in the kitchen as they both fall into deep, restful sleep; Judy's head resting on V's chest, lulled to unconciousness by that heartbeat. V goes shortly after.