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V – Judy’s Apartment – 11:49 pm
“We should get you cleaned up, then,” Judy says. The familiar words echo in V’s head, ringing out in a voice that is not Judy’s. A voice with a southern accent.
“Kiss me,” V gasps from underneath her. She claws at Judy’s hips, trying to pull the other woman down on top of her.
“Go wash yourself off first. You really made a mess of yourself.”
Judy’s words pull V back to reality. She can’t tell if there was some bite behind them or if she’s just feeling insecure, but V realizes for the first time that night how vulnerable she feels. She shifts herself to sit up in the bed and folds her arms across her chest to feel less exposed.
“Oh. Yeah, of course. I’ll be right back.”
Judy yawns in response, collapsing back onto her bed. “Mhm. I’ll see you in a minute. Don’t take too long, I’m gonna fall asleep after that workout you put me through.”
As V exits the room, Judy calls out after her: “Bring some water on your way back, will you?”
“Sure, Judy.” V thinks her voice sounds flat and weak. Judy doesn’t seem to notice.
“Thanks, doll.”
She goes to the bathroom first, and as she sits on the toilet, feeling the artificial cum drain from her asshole, she feels so small. When she feels sufficiently empty, she turns on the sink to wash her hands and her face.
The sight in the mirror makes her sick. Semen drips down her face, is caught in her hair, in her eyelashes. Her eyes are red from irritation. But the worst part is how pathetic she looks. She thinks she might cry, and as her eyes start to water, she hates herself for it.
This was supposed to be fun. Why do I feel so shitty about it?
She tears off a handful of toilet paper, wiping furiously at her face. The paper is rough and scratchy on her skin, leaving it red and raised. She wets her hands in the tap and rinses her face, careful to wash away all evidence of her night.
When she returns to the bedroom, glass of water in hand, Judy has already fallen asleep. She sets the glass down on the nightstand, turns off the lamp, and sighs as she climbs into the bed.
V lays there for a moment, unable to sleep, just listening to Judy’s breathing, thinking about how everything went down that night. Her body still aches from her day, but now it aches from being fucked roughly as well. She pushes the thoughts from her mind, flips onto her side, wrapping an arm around Judy’s sleeping form. Her normal routine.
Judy groans and moves V’s arm from on top of her. “Too hot,” she mumbles, shuffling further away from V.
Oh. Okay.
V rolls over to her other side. She finds herself wishing Judy would hold her, squeeze her, comfort her, and she feels so fucking stupid. This time, she can’t stop the tears. They fall hot and silent onto her pillow.
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V is in the back seat of her car, but— no, it’s not her car at all. It’s Sadie’s. She recognizes the red vinyl seats, the tacky leopard print shag ceiling, the pearl rosary hanging from the rearview mirror. It’s been so long since she’s been here. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, filling her lungs with the car’s familiar scent.
It’s the scent of cigarettes, motor oil, and cheap rose perfume. It’s the scent of a lost lover. It’s the scent of home.
When she opens her eyes, she’s laying on her back across the red bench seat, and Sadie is on top of her, smiling down at her with those eyes. The eyes that say, You’re all mine, and we both know it.
V studies her face. Her eyes trace over every plane of Sadie’s features– the bump in her nose from where it’s been broken too many times to count, the comfortable curve of her lips, the way her front two teeth are just a smidge bigger than the others, the way her golden eyes crinkle as she smiles. She follows her gaze down Sadie’s red curls which cascade across her bare shoulders, down onto tanned skin and full breasts dotted with freckles, and that’s when V realizes Sadie is naked.
Not just Sadie, but her as well. And she is on her back as Sadie, leather straps around her hips, her silicone cock curving into her, leans down to kiss her. Sadie kisses her exactly how she wants to be kissed, and V kisses her back like she is tasting water for the first time in years. She doesn't think she's ever felt so close to another person before.
Sadie pulls away, looking V in the eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” V’s words catch in her throat as she says them. She blinks back tears, willing the moisture to be sucked back into her tear ducts.
“Am I hurting you?” Sadie stops her movements and her voice is laced with concern.
“No. No, it’s not that,” V starts. “You’re perfect.”
“Okay. In that case, go easy on the seats, will ya?” Sadie jokes, and V realizes she had been clawing at the vinyl underneath her.
“Sorry,” she laughs.
“S’okay, baby. Here.” Sadie’s metal hands gently grip around V’s wrists, moving her hands to her lower back. “Scratch away.” She winks, then resumes her rhythmic thrusting, and V holds on tight.
Sadie's hips buck and she grips tighter, clawing red marks into Sadie’s back as she moans and shakes.
“Good girl, baby. I want you to come for me soon, okay?” Sadie whispers to her. “Can you do that for me?”
V moans in response but nods enthusiastically.
“Good. I’m gonna count you down, okay? And when I say so, I want you to let yourself go. Got it?”
V nods again.
“Ten.” Sadie rocks her hips into her a bit faster.
“Nine.” The head of Sadie’s cock thumps into V’s G spot, over, and over, and over…
“Eight.” V can feel the warmth of Sadie’s breath as she leans her mouth down to her chest.
“Seven.” Sadie’s pierced tongue laps out at one of V’s nipples, sending shockwaves through her breasts.
“Six.” Sadie reaches a hand between V’s legs.
“Halfway there, baby. Five.” She begins to stroke, and V can feel that familiar aching at the base of her cock.
“Four.” V’s eyes roll back in her skull. She’s not going to last much longer.
“Three.” V can feel the muscles in her legs and her core begin to tense up as she shakes.
“Two. I want you to look me in the eyes.” V does as she’s told, holding Sadie’s intense eye contact through the torture.
“One. Almost there.” Sadie watches her intently, biting her bottom lip, enjoying her show. V pants, moans, scratches her back. She can barely hold it in.
“Now,” Sadie commands, and V comes undone in her arms.
The release is euphoric. Her nails carve channels into Sadie’s skin. Her hips buck up. Her abs ache from clenching. Her toes curl and squeak against the vinyl seat. The cum erupts from her cock in small bursts, arcing out and splattering against her stomach in little pearl-like drops. She lets out a ragged breath as she collapses onto her back.
“Good girl, V.” Sadie’s words tickle her ear as she whispers into it. “You did such a good job waiting for permission.” She presses a warm kiss to V’s neck, and V purrs in response.
“I’m so sleepy all of a sudden,” V giggles. “You fucked everything out of me.”
Sadie chuckles in response. “We should get you cleaned up, then.” The words ring in V's ears.
Her lover uses a hand to slowly guide the dildo out of her before leaning between the front seats to open the glovebox and grab a white cloth.
With the cloth in hand, she carefully wipes away the semen from V’s body. Her touch is gentle, and the cloth is soft. She moves slowly, methodically, almost reverently. When she is done, she folds the cloth and places it in a compartment in the car door. Then, she leans down and softly kisses V’s stomach, sternum, collarbones, neck, cheek, lips.
“Let’s get you back to camp. Do you need some water?”
“I miss you so much, Sadie.”
“What?”
“Nothing.” V smiles sadly at her. “It’s nothing.”
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When V wakes up, her cheeks and the pillow underneath her are salty and stained from tears. She stretches and rolls over to wrap an arm around Judy, but finds the other side of the bed already cold next to her. Her heart pangs with that same ache she felt last night. She forces the feeling away from her, and stands from the bed.
In the kitchen, she finds a note from Judy:
Headed to work. There’s some food in the fridge. Feel free to shower. xoxo Jude
Her mind keeps replaying the events of last night as she heads to the bathroom. She just wanted to get some fucking sleep, she didn’t even want any of that. She just wanted to be held.
V turns on the shower as hot as it gets and steps into the water. It burns her skin, but she doesn’t turn it down. She scrubs and scrubs at her arms, her body, her face. She probably rubs off the top layer or two of skin. Her whole body is pink. Still, she feels dirty. She doesn’t even know why. It’s not like she didn’t ask for it, right? It’s not like it wasn’t consensual. So why did it feel so gross?
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A few hours later, and V is driving across the desert outside of Night City. She’s not going anywhere in particular. She just wanted to drive, so here she is.
It was probably her dream of Sadie, making her nostalgic for old times. Simpler times. Before Konpeki Plaza, before Arasaka wanted her dead, before the Relic was slowly killing her. Back when it was just her, her car, and her woman against the world.
It’s not until she passes the neon sign for the Sunset Motel that she realizes where she is. Maybe it’s just chance, or maybe it was her subconscious taking her here. Fuck it. She takes the turn towards the Aldecaldo encampment.
V hasn’t seen Panam since she left her at the motel over a week ago. Sure, she’s heard from her, but just short messages here and there. She doesn’t really know how her just showing up out of the blue is going to go over, but she ignores that worry. She’s already here. There’s no going back.
She pulls her car to a stop and hops out, trying to ignore the strange looks from the Aldecaldos she gets as she makes her way towards Panam’s tent. They heard about her falling out with Panam, she’s sure of it. Nomad clans are like families— everyone knows everyone else’s business. She knows this from her time with the Bakkers, so it doesn’t surprise her that Panam’s whole clan knows their business.
As she nears Panam’s tent, she can hear hushed voices speaking urgently inside. She knocks on the metal pole of the tent, and the voices immediately stop.
“Who’s there?” Panam’s voice calls out, warily. V can’t help but feel like she’s intruding on something.
“Uh, it’s me. It’s V.” There’s a moment of no response where V can barely hear whispering on the other side of the tarp.
Then, Panam’s voice calls out, “V! Come in!”
V ducks into the tent, and finds herself face-to-face with Panam and Mitch. Panam looks much better than the last time V saw her. She’s sober, her bruising has gone way down, and she looks actually happy.
“V! Glad you’re here.” Is she not even gonna question what I'm doing here? “You hate Militech as much as the next guy, right?”
“Right…” Why do I have a feeling I’m gonna regret saying yes?
“Perfect!” Panam beams at her. “Because Mitch and I have a plan to hit one of their convoys. We are gonna steal ourselves... wait for it... a Basilisk.”
“Wait. Like, Basilisk like the tank Basilisk?”
“No, the mythological creature who can turn people to stone with a single bite— Yes, the tank, you gonk."
"Right. And how on earth did you get Saul to agree to this?"
" To hell with Saul." I should have known. It’s time the Aldecaldos had some real firepower to fight back against the corps. So. What do you think? Are you in or are you in?”
Yup. I’m definitely gonna regret this.
“...Fine. But only if I get to drive the tank.”