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V opens her mouth even before Goro manages to close the door:
“I can explain it!”
“Is this really necessary?”
“No,” she bends over to get rid of her red heels, opening a pretty clear view to the stripe of naked skin between long stockings and impressively short skirt. “But this is amusing. I wore it for the gig.”
Goro doesn’t find this amusing at all.
“A solo gig, again?” He hardly masks a discontent in his voice. “Is this the third time or the fourth one? Did you tell Okada-san to keep me aside from the jobs?”
“Stop sulking,” V gives her shoes a good kick, then, satisfied, turns to Goro. “I don’t try to overprotect you or something, I swear. I’m just much more agreeable.”
He says nothing to this, just raises his eyebrows slightly making her laugh.
“Okay, more agreeable in some aspects,” she admits. “But not gonna lie, I would give money to her if she’d manage to put you into a sexy Santa outfit.”
So that was it. Not like the red and white color scheme of V’s clothes left any space for intrepretation, but at least her look started to make sense, in a way.
“I am afraid we still do not earn enough for you to afford it,” Goro says in his most serious tone. “Okada-san never works in the negative, so you would have to cover what she would have paid me for this.”
V’s arms freeze in the air half-way to her shoulders, her eyes narrow, blazing with unhealthy enthusiasm.
“So you say it’s possible?”
“It is not,” he says abruptly, leaning on the door. “What was the gig?”
“Data thievery,” she shrugs before pulling off a long fingerless glove from her left arm. “Nothing special, really. Easy in, easy out, since I was properly disguised to blend in with escort girls. All safe.”
She stops with the right gloves pulled half way and looks up to him.
“Don’t worry. Wako’s aware about my rules.”
“I know,” Goro lets out an inaudible sigh. “It just does not sound safe at all.”
“You know, I always have a plan B,” V steps closer to wrap her arms around his neck. “And by “B” I mean “blades.”
She leans on him, pressing herself against his chest, but her embrace feels quite strange this time.
“Oh shit!”
V’s hand slides quickly into her decollete to emerge back with something that looks suspiciously like rolled socks.
“What?” She grins in response to his silent question. “Told you, I had to blend with escort girls.”
“You’re unbelievable, V,” Goro pulls her closer despite the slight discomfort the remaining socks cause.
“I know, right?” Her grin gets wider. “And damn sexy in this red shit, am I right?”
“Red is your color indeed, but this outfit…”
“...is absolutely disgusting, a sheer crime against the good taste.” She continues. “We’ve played this game before. I don’t mind you saving me from this disgrace.”
“V…” Goro exhales to her ear, knowing well that his whisper gives her shivers. “There is one thing I need to tell you before we start.”
“Mhm?”
“You just came from the gig,” he nibbles her lobe briefly. “Wash your hands.”
“Asshole!”
She pushes herself off his chest and disappears to the bathroom, laughing.
V finds him in the living room a few minutes later. Goro can hear her footsteps as she comes from the back to bend over the sofa and wave her still wet hands in front of his eyes.
“Satisfied?”
“Fully.”
The very next second she already sits on the sofa’s back, one more — and she slides to his lap with such grace he barely manages to catch her before falling.
“Ho-ho-ho,” V’s attempt into the deep voice sounds so amusing Goro can’t hold a smile. “So, you have Santa on your lap! Is it time to decide if you were nice or naughty!”
“If you are Santa should not I sit on your lap instead?”
“Can be done,” V nods. “But I prefer it this way, honestly.”
“And me as well,” he admits, sliding his fingers in the very edge of her stockings. “So, how was my behavior?”
“Mostly nice, but,” V stretches a dramatic pause, “you made me wash my damn hands, so I say: naughty! It means, it’s Santa who gets the gift!”
“I am not very fond of western traditions,” Goro says. “But making spirits angry is never a good idea even though it is just a Christmas spirit. The gift will be yours. What do you want?”
She exhales right into his lips:
“You.”
V’s lips are soft against his, but her kiss is demanding. Without breaking it, Goro pushes her to the sofa, his hands sliding along her body. V’s arm moves, but Goro catches it before she can do anything.
“Let me do it, please,” he asks, and V nods slightly, perfectly aware of the joy he finds in taking her clothes off.
Her underwear, of course, turns out to be red as well.
“Merry Christmas!” V giggles, as he makes himself a place between her legs.
Goro knows exactly how she likes it, with his fingers inside her and his tongue on her clit, and he likes it as well with her fingers buried in his hair, with her heavy breathing, with his name sliding from her tongue in a way it makes him want to please even more. And even when his touches make her moan and shiver, he doesn’t stop until she lightly pushes his head away. Only then he looms over her so she can pull his head closer to kiss.
“The season just started,” she says in between the kisses, as her hands fiddle with the clasp of his belt. “I can have more gigs like this. Maybe one day I’d find you nice. I’d love to be a giver, too.”
He nuzzles into V’s neck as her hand slides under his clothes and exhales:
“I know.”