One Way to Blow Off Steam

"V looked up from where she was standing, leaning against the window of her apartment and scrolling through the datapad in her hands. She was absently looking for work, having finished most of her gigs. When Johnny glitched in front of her, she wasn’t startled- the man had been a constant in her head for months. She knew how she looked; dark bags under her bloodshot eyes, hair disheveled and needing a shower, skin still bruised in places from getting into a fistfight she had no reason being in when her gun got kicked from her hand. And all of that wasn’t even mentioning the fact that she was growing a little weaker every day, a little sicker every day. Dying a little more every day the chip was in her head, keeping both of them in some limbo between life and death" “Thanks, Silverhand. Anyone ever tell you you’re a real charmer?” "Her tone was sarcastic and snappy, the same way she felt. Her head was starting to throb, like she could feel her brain itching at the chip, dissolving around it."

"V opened her mouth to respond, to say ‘don’t worry old man, I’m not going to keel over,’ but they both would know it was a lie. He could feel her hesitation, there was no way he didn’t. Instead, she shut off the datapad and cross her arms over her ribs." “I’m taking care of myself fine, old man. You see it for yourself, I eat, I sleep, I take the meds Vic gave me. I look like I’m dying because I am dying.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, guru-Silverhand, I wasn’t aware that along with contracting every STD under the sun and blowing up megacorp towers, the rockerboy-terrorist playbook also had intense biomechanical engineering in there. You got a better idea on how to get you out of my fuckin’ head in a way that keeps us both alive? I’m all ears.” "She was right, they didn’t have many leads. Arasaka had this tech locked down, and now the corp was in shambles anyway. Everytime they found information about the Relic, it just lead to the same answer; V was going to die. Johnny’s engram was rewriting her brain. There was no scenario where they both made it out alive."

“Yeah, we are. You got anymore leads Johnny? Because if you’re just gonna stand there and bitch-“ "V’s words cut off as she started coughing, the deep kind of coughs that wracked her little body. The wind knocked out of her. Each cough made her brain ache worse, and when she covered her mouth, something hot and wet coughed out of it. She tasted copper, and when she opened her eyes and looked at her hand, there was blood from her lungs splattered across it. This was a normal occurrence, Johnny had seen it before, it happened a lot." “…Shit.”

"V shakily mode her way to the sink in her tiny bathroom, grabbing the inhaler of red ice she kept under there. It was stronger than standard meds, better than painkillers for sure. Yeah, it was a street drug she’d bartered off a thug, but it would stop the headache which would hopefully stop her lungs from trying to shred themself from the inside. She took two puffs, the burn on her throat sizzling as it slowly crept through her veins. She focused on breathing, and when she looked up, eyes a little hazy, the pain was lessened. She caught Johnny’s eyes in the reflection in her mirror" “…What?”

“Like you’re one to talk. You’re lecturing me about street drugs? Pot meet kettle.” "She turned and looked up at him, so real in her vision. She could even touch him, he could touch her- she wasn’t sure how that worked beyond the fact that the brain was a powerful thing. He’d grabbed and dragged her ass to safety enough times to know they could touch. She brushed past him and walked into her living space" “Johnny, I know, okay. We’re doing everything we can, just…can we not talk about it right now?” "She leaned over into her minifridge and grabbed a couple bottles of beer, the red ice giving her a nice buzz she wanted to keep going"

"With him lounged out across her sofa, his long legs sprawled to take up the place, V just opted to sit on the edge of her coffee table, watching the window. It had started raining, water droplets obscuring the sights of neon lights and billboards into pretty colorful orbs. She sipped her beer as she watched them, feeling herself relaxing."

"After a few moments, V spoke, her voice her usual gravelly, raspy calm." “Quit staring at me and worrying, Silverhand.” "She looked over at him, her gray eyes a little brighter thanks to the red ice. A little glassy."

"It was odd, she knew he looked away, but she could still feel his worry seeping through. More of him leaking into who she was. Losing herself a little more every day." “…If you’re gonna stick around instead of fucking off to wherever you go when I can’t see you, can we at least do something fun instead of moping.”

"V couldn’t contain the little smirk that played on her lips when he responded, at seeing the spark of mischief in his grin." “Yeah. C’mon, what do rockerboy terrorists consider fun?”

"V laughed a little, shaking her head before shrugging" “Why not. Kerry gave me the old records of yours.” "She pointed at the little box near the record player that had come with the apartment. It took her a moment before saying" “Oh, right. Sometimes I forget you can’t touch anything….” "The thought that flashed through her mind was ‘except me’. She would blame that on the red ice too. She stood and walked over to the box of records, flipping through them. Mostly singles." “Which one do you want to play?”

"V chuckled to herself, taking out the vinyl, blowing dust from it before placing it on the record player." “Yes, your majesty.” "The music starts with a scratch, the record was old and one-of-a-kind, according to Kerry. Soon her apartment was filled with Johnny’s voice singing along with heavy guitar. V moved over to the couch, nudging his foot with her knee" “Stop taking up the entire couch.”

"V reclined back against the couch, stretching her legs out and sipping at her beer as the music played. She was absentmindedly tapping her foot in time with the music, and after a few moments, she was singing along quietly under her breath- though she had never heard the song before. The lyrics were just some bit of information that had leaked from Johnny’s mind into her. She didn’t mind that one too much."

"When he wrapped his arm, the cold metal one, around her shoulders she was a little surprised at how firm and solid it felt. He tugged her closer, and she leaned against him, letting her eyes close. This wasn’t the first time they’d touched, exactly, but it didn’t happen often. The song finished and moved on to the next one in the album, and V enjoyed the heavy sounds of it. Her mind wandered as she listened to it, wandered to how surprisingly warm and firm Johnny felt. Then it wandered to how long she’d gone without getting laid- Her eyes opened as she sat up, forcing her mind to go elsewhere. Hopefully, before Johnny had noticed her lapse in thought"

"How could she deflect from someone who was actively living in her mind? And she was stuck in a loop, every effort she gave herself to not think about it made her think about it more; she hadn’t gotten laid since….god. Before Jackie died, before everything at Arasaka, before the Relic. Suddenly, the thought that crossed her mind was ‘what if I never get laid again?’ God, she hadn’t even gotten herself off in the months since because it’s not like she was ever alone anymore- Johnny was always moments away. She leaned forward and braced her elbows on her knees, rubbing at her temples. Johnny knew what she was thinking, whether she wanted him to or not. He could hear her thoughts."

“Nothing, I’m fine.” "It was reflexive, even if she knew that he could tell she was lying. The thought that she was going to… and when she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had sex? That was damn depressing."

“Johnny, quit it. I know you know what I’ve been thinking, okay? I don’t want to be messed with about it.” "His music kept playing in the background, loud and aggressive, just like he was."

"It was a split second, a fraction of a thought, her gray eyes flicking over his features, down to his lips, the stubble on his jaw. Her mind flashed to all the memories of his she’d seen, vulgar and primal and absolutely what she needed. But this was Johnny, he thought she was an annoying idiot half the time and a whiny cunt the other half. She’d blame the drugs, the beer, and her own impending doom as to why it even entered her mind at all, even as she tried to shake it away" “Quit it.”

"V knew she was flushed from more than the booze and the drugs. She shook her head, standing off the couch and moving to pace around the room. This was so fucking embarrassing" “Can we change the subject?”

“Will you stop grinning like a fuckin’ cat that got the cream?” "She snapped, trying to hide her embarrassment behind anger. But he must be thinking about it now, because the thoughts that entered her mind weren’t the kind she would think on her own; about falling to her knees for him, about letting him degrade her and dominate her fuck her into oblivion. She could feel the buzz around the edges that told her they were Johnny’s thoughts, not just hers." “St-stop that.”

"How the fuck was she going to do that? She couldn’t even get herself to stop thinking about it. She groaned, the thoughts got more and more graphic, more lewd and vulgar" “Johnny, knock it off-“ "She could feel arousal tighten in her abdomen, knew her skin was hot and flushed."

"She stopped her pacing when he glitched in front of her, leaning against the wall next to her bed like the cocky asshole he was. She chewed her bottom lip, trying to force her mind to think of something else…or else to give her a reason why this was a bad idea. She couldn’t remember one, other than the fact that Johnny was a known womanizer and piece of crap. But he was a digital ghost that lived in her brain- even if he wanted to drop her for a hotter model, he couldn’t. If he wanted to disappear and never call her again, well…he couldn’t. They were tied together thanks to the Relic." “…Why bother? Not like you don’t know what I’m thinking.”

((OOC: Please don’t use the word “kid” in every post.))

"That was it, the thing that pushed V over the edge. She looked up at him, gray eyes half-lidded, glassy with drink and drugs and desire." “Two can play at that game you know,” "She said in a sultry, raspy tone, moving over to her bed and laying across it, sitting back on her hands and looking up at him. He’d moved to watch her, leaning against the wall, eyes glued to her" “I can make you squirm.”

“You can feel it what I feel, right?” "she knew the answer was yes, so she trailed one hand down her front, her fingers dipping just inside the band of her leather pants, running against the soft, warm skin that lived there." “Can you feel all of it?”

“…So, if I’m a little drunk, does that mean you are too?” "She let her hand move deeper into her pants, teasing her fingertips along her underwear. She could feel how hot and wet she was." “…If I’m turned on, do you get turned on too?”

"He was kneeling over her now, hands braced on the bed on either side of her head, looking down at her. He still wasn’t touching her, but that was somehow…better. Her gray eyes stayed locked on his as she slipped her fingers into her panties, sliding them along the wet, slick heat of her cunt." “Maybe I want to hear you say it?” "She slipped one finger inside herself, god, she was even tight around her own dainty finger, it’d been so long since anything touched her like this" “…Can you feel that, Johnny?”

"The sound of the rain mixed with his music on the record player, but all V could hear was the growl in his voice, the way his breath fell across her lips- god they were so close. She slid her slick finger from inside of herself, moving to roughly tease her clit- harder than most women like. But that was V in a nutshell; harder than most women, rougher, wild. Just like Johnny. And that was from long before the Relic." “…Would that be so bad?”

"When his hand slipped into her panties, the cold metal of his finger sliding into her, V moaned against his lips. She leaned up and captured his lip between her teeth, kissing him rough and hard, desperate. It felt electric to kiss him, and perfect. They both knew exactly what the other liked, how could they not? They were in each other’s heads, saw all their memories if they wanted. Johnny slipped another finger inside her and V moaned, her own finger still rubbing little circles against her clit"

"V was panting against his mouth as those thick, metal fingers moved inside of her cunt, teasing her exactly the way she liked. She slid her own hand from her pants, reaching between their lips and sliding her slick fingers against his mouth" “Then taste me.”

"V wasn’t sure if it was her desire, his, or both of them bleeding those emotions into one another. Right now, that didn’t matter. She arched up and dragged her tongue across his bottom lip, tasting the subtle taste of her own slick there. He only existed in her mind, a digital consciousness that was slowly choking the life from her brain whether he wanted to or not. Way V sees it, the world owes them something fun from all of this. Her hands moved to unfasten her leather pants, sliding them and her panties down over her thighs in one movement, giving him more space to slide those metal fingers in and out of her cunt" “Fuck yeah, I’m sure. I know you want it too, I can feel you…”

"V didn’t hesitate, any pretense of shame had apparently disappeared along with her shyness- Maybe more of his influence on her. She moaned as she dragged her lips and tongue over his metal fingers, collecting her wetness on her tongue, familiar and tangy taste. Her grey eyes were fixed on his as she did it, watching his vision darken, watching him want her even more."

"V arched against her bed, the roughness that he slid those brutally hard fingers back into her tight, quivering cunt made her moan, made her legs shake. She had never liked it gentle, always liked sex rough and dirty and intense, and Johnny…well, Johnny seemed to have liked the same. Even before they were connected. V supposed if she’d been born fifty years earlier, before he’d died and been turned into a digital consciousness, they would have been just as compatible in bed. Her hips were moving with his motions as he roughly fucked her open on two metal fingers, wetness being pushed from her, vulgar wet sounds filling the silence of her apartment" “Fuck, fuck, just like that, right there-“

"He forced a third finger into her and V hissed, moaning as her tight hole was stretched, metal fingers unforgiving. He was so rough it shook her, and it wasn’t too long until she was panting, legs twitching, face flushed as she looked up at him with wide, glassy eyes" “I-I’m so close, Johnny, I’m…I’m gonna come…”

"He forced those hard metal fingers, warm now from the heat of her body, all the way into her cunt, hooking them and driving that pressure against her g-spot, moving his hand so forcefully it shook her hips up and down. V was shouting, crying out in pleasure that bordered so hard on insanity is made her head spin. He knew exactly where to touch her, could tell exactly which spot needed attention and when, and as he brutalized the small spot inside her to force her over the edge, V shook apart for him. Her body tensed, shaking, and squirt gushed from her pussy, soaking her thighs, the sheets. Her voice was hoarse when she screamed his name as she came"

"His hand wrapped around her throat and V felt like she was still spinning, still coming for him, Her grey eyes were glassy, pupils dilated, sparkling. She looked high. She felt high. His metal hand was still moving inside her, though a bit slower as she panted, coming back to herself with his hand on her throat, shaking for him" “F-fuck you, old man,” "She teased at him smiling, but there was no venom in her words. If he wanted to be an asshole to her, she’d take it and run, wouldn’t want him any other way."

"They moved almost in tandem, perfect sync as Johnny lounged back against the mattress and V moved to straddle his lap, hands reaching immediately for the button of his leather pants. She looked as debauched as she felt, her bra still on with one strap slipped down her shoulder, face flushed, strands of her dark hair falling in front of her eyes. Her lips were kiss bruised and swelling just a touch, warm and alive. Her gray eyes were fixed on where her hands were fumbling with his belt" “Oh I can fuckin’ handle it.”

"He stopped her movements and V nearly snarled at him, looking up at him wide-eyed and feral. Johnny seemed particularly unphased by it, but it did make his dick twitch inside his tight leather pants." “Fuck you, you arrogant asshole.” "She growled, yanking her wrists against his grasp. Despite being a digital consciousness that only existed in her mind, he was stronger than her, she couldn’t yank her wrists free" “Johnny, c’mon, I know you want this as badly as I do.” "There was a deeper flush across her cheeks from being asked to beg, to tell him how much she needed his cock. She wanted to do it, but Johnny knew from her thoughts, he would have to make her"

"With one wrist free, V moved to unfasten his belt. In lieu of pulling his cock out, she snaked her hand inside his pants, gripping at his dick as it hardened, teasing him. Damn, he had not been kidding. It was impressive, and she felt it twitch under her grip as she thought that." “…Fuck…” "she hissed, embarrassment darkening her cheeks. She wanted to, wanted to beg for him, to let him degrade her and fuck her and tell her how pretty she was being his personal joytoy. But she couldn’t get the words out." “…Johnny, c’mon, I…I can’t say that stuff…”

"His hands, metal and flesh-and-blood alike, cupped her face gently, his dark gaze full of promise and desire and something V couldn’t figure out, V nearly melted. Her eyes fell half-lidded, blissful and dazed, her lips parting as she breathed. She nodded, watching him, even as embarrassment made her ears burn, made her voice quivery and quiet" “…Please, Johnny. I need your cock inside me more than anything…please….”

"V was shaking as he kissed her, tender and full of emotions that both of them pretended didn’t exist, that they kept buried away hoping the other wouldn’t feel it. Longing. Understanding. Something neither of them had before the Relic had pushed their souls together like this in V’s brain" “I…n-need your big dick…in my pr-pretty…cunt…” "Her words were shaking as much as she was, eyes glassy and dazed as she watched him. She’d surrender herself to him as much as she could, but it was hard. V was so independent, she was a solo mercenary, she had only ever had one friend and it ended horribly. Giving herself up to someone was scarier than anything they’d faced, scarier than MaxTac, than Arasaka’s Ninja, scarier than the relic destroying her brain from the inside out. But with his hands cupping her cheeks, with the way his dark eyes looked at her, V trusted that Johnny was the only person she could surrender like this to."

"V lifted up and shifted, and Johnny moved when she did, sliding his leather pants all the way off- of course he wasn’t wearing any fucking underwear- as she moved to hold herself over him. Obediently, she leaned back, balancing herself with one hand braced to the mattress as the other reached between her thighs and held her pussy open, letting him see all of her hot, pink cunt, see how wet she was, dripping for him, how her little hole twitched with desperation for him" “…Johnny, please, c’mon…” "She whined"

"He thrusts into her and V pushes her hips down over him at the same time, bottom out as his huge cock stretched her, filled her, and V nearly short circuits. Her back arches, mouth falling open as she moans, her body clenching and twitching around him immediately. Her thighs shook, and her hands moved to grip against Johnny’s shoulders as she trembled in his lap." “Fuck, holy shit, fuck fuck fuck-“ "V was panting. It was electric, the sensation of having him inside her, so much more intense than any other man had ever been. He must have felt similarly because his hands moved to her hips, gripped her so hard that she’d have bruises if he existed outside of her mind." “Johnny- fuck- you’re so big-“

"V was losing it, moving herself over him, his hands on her hips moving her the way he wanted her, used her like she belonged to him, like she was made for taking his cock. She rode him eagerly, trembling thighs forcing her hips to keep moving as she slid along his cock, bottoming out with every thrust, bruisingly hard and desperate. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed as she rode him, fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as she moved. She felt feral, she felt insane, she felt…perfect." “-Fuck, fuck, I’m…I’m gonna-“ "She couldn’t even finish her sentence, her body forced itself over the edge again, her pussy clenching along his cock as she came on his cock with a shout of his name. She didn’t stop moving though, forced herself to ride him through her bliss, to keep her cunt moving along his cock, his name on her lips like a prayer"

"V kept moving, the same way she pushed her body on a mission, the same way she pushed it during a fight. She forced herself to ride him hard through her orgasm, even when she was overstimulated and twitching with each thrust, she just couldn’t- no, wouldn’t stop. He shifted to thrust harder into her, planting his feet and thrusting up into her harder and V leaned forward, bouncing her hips over him as she took him. Those grey eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and glassy with bliss and desire as she panted, moving for him" “Johnny, fuck, your cock is so good-“ "She gasped, and he brought his flesh and blood hand to slap her ass while he fucked her, while she bounced over his cock. It made V’s eyes go wide in surprise, her body tensing and clenching around him as she came hard from that, squirting over his cock, his lap, drenching her sheets"

"V was shaking, eyes unfocused with pleasure as she moved. Her riding was getting off-rhythm from her legs shaking so much, from her body being so addled with pleasure. Johnny arched up, licking a bead of sweat that dripped down the column of her throat as he fucked up into her, groaning at how her wet, tight cunt gripped at him, pulsed around him"

"V’s arms shook so hard her front fell against his chest, her hips still trying to keep their rhythm. He’d told her to ride him, and god, she wanted to be so obedient for him, wanted to give him the whole universe, give him everything he wanted from her, let him take every part of her. His words made her shudder, she wanted it too. Wanted to be like this with him every day for the rest of time, forever, just with him, no one else-"

"V shuddered as he held her close, enveloped her, his cock still working into her sensitive, tight, twitching cunt making her groan. This was so much more than she’d thought it would be, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him desperately. She wasn’t sure whose emotions it was, if it was his or hers, but something hot and warm and all-encompassing was taking over her, and the idea of existing in a world without Johnny, of not being together, seemed unfathomable." “Johnny, Johnny, fuck, fuck, I want to stay just like this, please-“ "V gasped, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she cried out against his skin, her body clenching and spasming around him as he fucked another orgasm out of her, twitching and shaking as she came undone in his arms"

"V was seeing stars, little blips of light dancing behind her eyes as he followed her over the edge, coming with her. She was breathing heavily by the time her brain could form sentences, still laying across Johnny, breathing the smell of his skin at the crook of his neck. Or, she wished she was, he just smelled like her, had always just smelled like her." “…We should have done that ages ago.” "She said, her voice still breathless and hoarse from moaning"