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“V!”
She pretends not to hear him, so Goro has to squeeze her arm to get some attention. V turns over her shoulder reluctantly and raises her eyebrows slightly, expecting him to continue.
“You are not going anywhere wearing this.”
This phrase is enough to make her eyes narrow and her lips curl into a slight grin.
“Why so?” V asks. “And how could you know what I’m wearing if you can’t see it under my coat?”
Her coat doesn't even reach mid-thigh, so whatever hides under it, it clearly ends even higher. This is an obvious fact that doesn't need any clarification, yet Goro tries to reach her common sense:
“Dress-code, V. Corporate dress-code. “The Ring” is not like “Lizzie's” and even not like “Embers”. This is a completely different level. If we do not look right we will not be allowed even to step out of the elevator.”
Her eyes narrow even more as she glances up at Goro, slowly, from top to bottom, trying to find the slightest imperfection in his suit. No luck: everything is perfect, from tie to shoes, V has nothing to complain about, and she grows gloomy.
“You know what,” she says, unbuttoning her coat, “if I can’t go dressed like this, let’s just stay home.”
Her dress, if the word “dress” could be applied to this item at all, is the same color as Goro’s shirt, as if V tried her best to find the matching shade. Good choice. Unfortunately, this is the only good thing about her outfit.
Goro can’t decide what bothers him more: the translucent fabric, pulled together by an unthinkable amount of laces, a low cut, or a hem that turned out to be even shorter than his most horrible assumptions. V ignores the silent question in Goro's eyes and turns to hang the coat, revealing her back, almost bare.
He wonders how this... structure holds on her body at all. The thing must be the laces, and Goro finds himself curious: how many of them need to be undone to make the “dress” turn into what it basically is, just a set of shreds.
“Gonna go to change into something comfy.”
“Wait,” Goro gets in the V's way. “This… outfit looks sophisticated. Let me help you."
“Sophisticated, really?” V blinks in surprise but smiles almost immediately. “Right, all these laces… Let's go somewhere where there is more light.”
There is equally little light everywhere, but Goro follows V when she pulls him by the hand to the sofa.
“You’d better sit,” she says pushing him in the chest slightly. “It could take some time, you know.”
Goro sits, and V gets on his lap. Her short dress pulls up even higher, and Goro can't help running his fingertips along the border of cloth and her skin.
“Wanna start from there? Not the best idea,” V notes while Goro's fingers slowly tug at the laces over her right thigh. “Need a hint?”
“I think I can solve this problem.”
“You sure?”
V clearly has something more to say but has no chance to do so: Goro’s palm slides higher and gently squeezes her breast, and all her unspoken words transform into a loud exhale. The cloth is so thin it almost doesn’t muff the sensations, and Goro feels light goosebumps around V’s hardened nipple.
This dress is much better by touch than by look.
“Neat fabric,” he notices.
V’s hazy eyes get a bit clearer.
“Sure thing, this is “Avante” after all!”
Goro knows for sure, this dress was made by anyone but not “Avante” but he isn’t going to tell V about it.
“Just don’t ask how much it cost,” V says as if he even care, especially now feeling her breasts under his palms. “But it was worth every cent because…”
She leans forward to whisper into his ear:
“...because I bought this dress so you would take it off,” she nibbles Goro’s earlobe briefly. “Take it off.”
He can't disobey such an order.
The lace-up knot under her throat untangles right away, V leans back and the short lace slips out of the holes by itself. The collar splits into two halves, and Goro removes the fabric to press his lips to her neck. He feels a beat — is this V’s puls? Or his own heart, beating so loudly and violently, it seems the sound fills the room and echoes in V’s body?
As Goro's lips and fingers are exploring V's collarbones, she unbuttons his vest. Her narrow palm slides under his shirt, nails scratch sensitive skin around implants as if by the accident. In response, Goro bites V's shoulder slightly, which makes her laugh and jerk her hand back, but only to find Goro's palm and pull it down.
Everything happens at the same time: V's lips press to Goro's, his hand gets between her legs. V kisses greedily and persistently, and just as persistently Goro’s fingers try to get under the fabric of her panties.
“Wait, wait,” she whispers out of sudden. “Let me do it.”
She slides off Goro's lap, but his slight disappointment doesn't have time to develop into something more. V takes a few steps back to take a spot where Goro could clearly see her hands moving along her hips, first up under the dress, and back down. V didn’t have time to put her shoes on so now nothing stops her from pulling her underwear down, but instead of just leaving it on the floor and coming back to Goro, she crumples it up in her palm and hides both fists behind her back.
“Pick a hand, Goro.”
“V…”
“I’m serious, pick a hand!”
Goro leans on the sofa’s back. It’s useless to guess, he can tell it by the look on V’s eyes. No matter what game she has in mind she isn’t going to play it fair. Goro says:
“Both.”
“You’re righ- wrong! It means I’ll keep them. What should I do?..”
“Come to me,” Goro suggests and V steps forward. But instead of taking his reached hand, she pushes wet cloth into it and winks.
“Hold them for me for a while, okay?”
Then she puts her hands on his knees to spread them apart and sits on the floor between them.
V takes her time to run her fingers along the inner side of Goro's thighs, then still unhurriedly, unfastens his belt. Her first touch even through fabric makes Goro hold his breath but her fingers keep sliding along the shaft of his cock, and he has no choice but to remember how to breathe again.
As Goro lifts himself up to help V rid him of the clothes, she licks her lips and bites the tip of her tongue, and this simple gesture makes him feel an emptiness inside and goosebumps running down the skin at the edge of the implants. Anticipation is a big part of the pleasure; Goro doesn't show his impatience in any way, only loosens the tie knot. Just in time: her wet lips press to his cock, her tong moves slowly from bottom to top, snatching from Goro's chest either a sigh or a plea:
“V…”
She lifts her head to catch his gaze for a moment and smile, then bends down again to wrap her lips around his tip. Goro presses to the sofa's back with his shoulder blades and back of his head, closing his eyes. Everything disappears except for V's touches, and his violently loud heartbeat and her panties still clenched in his fist.
V knows Goro's body, knows its reactions and needs. A low groan breaks through his clenched teeth when V takes him almost at full length, and the sound of his own voice drags Goro back to reality.
He looks at her from under half-closed eyelids: V doesn't play or flirt anymore, she is so focused on him she doesn't notice a strand of hair stuck to her cheek. Goro wants to reach his hand out to remove it but he knows that V wouldn't like to be touched right now, so he just clenches his fist even harder. The cloth of her underwear, still wet, chills his fingers while a hot wave is slowly rising up along his spine.
“V,” he calls her again. “Almost…”
V moves back and takes his cock with her hand, still holding the tip in her mouth. Her palms — the palms of the thief — steal what remains of his self-control. Goro's fingers scratch the upholstery of the sofa, his spine arches; words of two languages mix inside his head but don't escape his lips. And then Goro falls from the third floor of the megabuilding to the center of the Earth, and dissolves in there, happy and grateful.
The first thing Goro sees when he opens his eyes is a finger pointed at him, and V's frowning face.
“How many times should I…”
Goro doesn’t let her finish, pulling her to himself and kissing. V presses her palms on his chest, but Goro continues pressing on her back gently until V gives up and returns to his lap. His fingers unravel another knot, but Goro doesn't have time to do anything else as V lightly slaps his hand and moves away.
“If you think I forgot what I wanted to say, I have some bad news for you,” she smiles as Goro tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Does it hurt to be a little louder? You know, it's important for me that you like what I do with you. How should I know it, huh? Maybe you’re bored.”
Goro puts his palm on her cheek, pressing his thumb to her cheekbone. V immediately covers his hand with hers.
“Everything was great,” Goro says. “I am ready to say it thousand times.”
“Oh that's tempting,” V rubs her cheek against his palm. “But to be honest I’d prefer another form of gratitude.”
“I might need… some time.”
“We both know it’s not a problem.”
V slightly raises her head and grabs the pad of Goro's thumb with her lips, pressing the tip of her tongue to it. She lets his hand, letting it slide down and pull the dress off her shoulder.
Realskin has no taste and no smell, some people find it repulsive, but not Goro. Because it is she, V, in this body, here and now, because it is her fingers running through his hair, it is she who breathes hard and sweetly when he kisses her breast under the nipple. It is she who squeezes his thighs with her knees demandingly, it is she who swears in Spanish as his fingers slide over her folds, smearing the lubricant. It is she who kisses him briefly as his fingers push inside.
It is she, she.
Disheveled, with her lips bitten, in a dress half-open, V looks like a complete disaster, and Goro whispers in her ear:
"You are so pretty."
V growls, putting her nails into the skin behind his ears, just above the edge of the implant.
“I hate this word,” she whispers hoarsely, and immediately demands: “Say it again!”
Goro laughs softly, then presses his lips to her neck and repeats, still touching her skin:
“Pretty.”
Unlike him, V isn't used to restraining herself, she moans in response to every thrust of his fingers. Goro usually likes to bring her to climax using only his hands and mouth, likes to watch his stubborn woman losing control because of his touch, but this time her reactions turn him on really hard, and when V whispers his name, Goro realizes that he can no longer wait.
“V,” he asks. “May I…”
“Please,” she interrupts. “Please, do. I want you so much.”
Their palms clash awkwardly and Goro removes his. V looks into his eyes as she grabs his cock with her fingers; this time she doesn't wait and goes down in one movement, and smiles triumphantly hearing his: "Damn!"
She starts moving, but almost immediately Goro squeezes her hips and asks:
“Please, let me.”
V hesitates for a split second, then nods and presses her hand to the back of the sofa. Her face is right above his, just a few millimeters separating their lips, but Goro cannot kiss them — V grabs his hair at the back of his head, pulling it back. She kisses him herself, briefly, in the rhythm of his thrusts, and moans softly into his mouth.
“Faster,” she demands in between the kisses, and Goro willingly obeys.
V lets go of his hair and lean forward, burning her face in his neck, exhaling right into the interweaving of tubes:
“Yes, like this… so good. Don’t stop... Please, don’t stop, Goro.”
He doesn't stop, only puts his hand on her back, the other still pressed to the seat of the sofa. Her palm slides between their bodies, V no longer moans, only breathes loudly and rapidly; her body is pressed against his chest, and Goro can feel how tense she is. He knows she's biting her lower lip now, as she always does before she finally exhales…
“Goro…” V exhales, relaxing in his arms.
A few more thrusts and Goro joins her, hugging her tighter before he leans back. They drift together in the ocean of warmth and pleasure…
...until his defense programs register an attack.
“V?”
“Mhm?”
“You are biting my neck. I asked you not to do it.”
V sighs heavily then rises a little to look into his eyes:
“You don’t feel anything there. Why worry?”
“I worry about your teeth, one day you will break them.”
“Ah, don’t bother. Your implants and my… well, and my everything are made by “Arasaka”. We have full technical compatibility. I consulted with Vik recently, he confirmed it.”
Goro doesn't believe what he just heard.
“Did you… did you ask Viktor if you can bite my neck?”
“Yeah,” V shrugs. “Why not? He’s a doctor.”
“You are hopeless,” Goro says, and kisses her because he is hopeless too. V kisses him back but only to break the kiss soon.
"Staying home was a right decision” she notes while checking herself trying to decide what would be faster to do — to take her dress off or put it in order. "We had a great time."
“Admit it, you just did not want to go out today.”
“Oh no!” V presses her palms to her cheeks. “You have figured out my sly plan. Well, good thing that it has worked already.”
“You could have just told me…”
“...and miss so much fun? No way!”
Goro looks at her and feels himself smiling in response to her smile.
“Your dress,” he says. “Did we ruin it?”
“Nothing beyond fixing. Why asking? I thought you didn’t really like it…”
“It is absolutely horrible,” Goro admits. “But I want you to keep it.”