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(This is my V that goes around wreaking havoc in NC - please don't steal the pic or use without permission!)
Her leg swung off the body of her spankin’ new Kusanagi CT-3X, painted in shades of dark and neon blue to match her hair since she had the eddies to spare. Well, it was new in the sense that V had klepped it from a corpo who ran screaming to daddy when a stray bullet clipped the food stand he was ordering from. Maelstrom and the Tyger Claws were getting in their daily dose of blood and guts from each other and V decided the bike was much too precious to leave behind amidst the shared chaos.
It was easily the best decision she had made all week (besides pulling Judy back to bed and sinking three fingers between her legs because she looked fuckin’ amazing in the morning light).
There had been a few scratches to the original custom engine red paint job and a small dent near the back that she remembered petting sadly for all of two minutes. And only then did her brain light up as she got El Capitan on the holo, whining good-naturedly until he agreed to get it fixed. It barely equated to any scratch at all and because she genuinely liked Muamar and his Santo charm, she threw in a little extra. In under an hour, he had sent her a message confirming her ‘new chariot awaits its Queen 👑’ that had her grinning all teeth.
Naturally, Lizzie’s was her next stop so she could show it off to her techie output who would no doubt drool over the beauty and coyly ask to be taken for a spin while groping her the entire ride – just how V liked it.
But that thought was put on hold when a sharp spike of pain ran up her ribs and rattled everything within. It was almost second nature for her to snatch one of the many airhypos from her stash and jab it into her side. A few deep breaths later, the ache had settled into a weak twinge and she threw the empty injector over her shoulder as she strolled up to the front door.
Rita whistled at her slightly tousled look, eyes roving from head to toe with an appreciation for her outfit despite it being torn in several places.
“Ya look like a hot mess, doll.” The Mox smirked, running the gold-plated baseball bat up her arm playfully.
“But don’t go bashin’ heads in there or I’ll throw ya out on your ass even if you’re Judy’s girl.”
It was an empty threat if V ever heard one, nonetheless, appearances mattered so she took it and ran with it.
“Promise. Merc's honour.” She even threw in a dumb salute as she breezed through the entrance and pushed past the annoying beaded curtains that whacked her in the face on its return swing.
The heavy bass and strobe lights welcomed her like a mother waiting on her child to return home, cigarette smoke and the smell of cheap beer wrapping around her like a godamn hug. It wasn’t full house yet, though that would change in the next hour which meant she could still get some alone time with her girl before they were forced to do their rounds and socialise like the Mox expected.
V’s eyes scanned the bar where Mateo was serving a group of sad sack men who’d no doubt find a box to jerk off in throughout the night and nodded at the bartender who had spotted her over their shoulders. Her boots were already taking her in the direction of the door ahead that would lead to the dressing rooms and down into the basement where the servers hummed quietly to the music and moody red lights set a raunchy scene. But it was her second scan of the open floor that had her backtrack as familiar pink and green hair stole her attention.
And there she was, Judy Álvarez, best fuckin’ BD editor of Night City and all-around amazing human being (once you got past the prickly armour). V’s lips curled at the corners, admiring the display of tattoos and that sinful neck, the lazily buttoned overalls.
God, the woman was gorgeous.
And she hadn’t even seen her from the front yet, longing for liquid brown eyes that could go from sweet to annoyed with just a blink and those pretty pink lips.
V siddled up to the woman with all the confidence in the world while knowing it was a real possibility she’d get punched being mistaken for a horny stranger trying their luck.
“Buy you a drink?” She shouted over the roaring music anyway, some synth beat that actually went pretty hard.
V let the words sink in and gave it a few moments before Judy briefly glanced at her from her peripherals, shoulders already set tight in annoyance.
“Not interested, asshole.”
She also enjoyed the fact that Judy Álvarez could be quite predictable sometimes.
There was no bite to it, but the rejection was cutting because she indeed sounded entirely disinterested until V snaked an arm around her waist and leaned in closer.
“...Not even for me?”
Judy finally spun around and her face lit up even though to everyone else around them, it may have looked like the smallest of smiles. But it really was in the eyes, they shone with adoration and a warmth that V wouldn’t (and refused to) find anywhere else.
“Hey you,” A chaste kiss was pressed against her cheek and hands squeezed at her hips gently.
“Missed you.” V murmured against her hair.
She was sure it was lost to the crowds of drunkards and joytoys whooping as they danced on tabletops but it didn’t make it any less true. If the gangers could see her now, legendary merc of Night City wrapped up all over a girl, she sure as shit wouldn’t have any street cred left.
“Missed you too, mi calabacita.”
Inside, V failed miserably at not feeling like a pathetic schoolgirl melting at a dumb pet name.
Hot breath fanned the side of her face and she gripped her output tighter, fingers dancing along her bare midriff and slinking down to the hem of leather overalls. Some couples fizzled through the honeymoon-phase of their relationship at breakneck speed, but her and Judy still couldn’t keep their hands off one another; lips skirting down necks, palms smoothing along shoulders and knees knocking together wherever they sat. She had been happy to be proved wrong that Judy not only didn’t pull away from public affection, but leaned into it and gave as good as she got.
Quick hands stopped her advance and V almost whined at the denial until Judy clasped their digits together to placate her.
“V, meet Astra. Astra, this is V, my output.”
...Who?
V blinked and looked up, eyes locking with an admittedly pretty woman that reminded her of Evelyn Parker, who was probably floating around somewhere in the bar, robbin’ a poor man blind. Someone who knew they could pull eddies and favours, all chic confidence and irresistible charm wrapped up in a slinky dress that left little to the imagination.
“Nice to meet ya.”
It wasn’t.
Her Kiroshis identified her as a joytoy, and while V had nothing but respect for sex workers, this particular one hadn’t stopped eyeing Judy like she was a second away from devouring her and she wasn’t even hiding it.
For fuck’s sake, were there no awkward, fumbling lesbians left besides herself? That was hardly fair.
Still, she pushed down the jealousy raging under her skin because she wasn’t gonna be that woman, and tilted her head down by Judy’s jaw.
“Centzon?” She asked, gesturing at the nearly empty glasses on the rickety table they were stood at.
“Yeah, that’d be preem. Thanks.”
V reluctantly let go and fought her way to the bar where Mateo was waiting with a knowing smirk.
“Three Centzons.”
“Coming right up.”
Two of them were regulars and the last a double. V chuckled and rested her elbows on the sticky counter, seeing no harm in lingering for some conversation. Besides, Mateo was solid.
“That obvious, huh?”
“Like a neon sign on your forehead. She’s been flirting all night before you even got here and Punchin’ Judy hasn’t given her a damn thing.”
“Nah, I’m not worried ‘bout that. I know Judy, and that ginger is tryin’ way too hard. Just a little mad I can’t punch her pretty little face in.”
The bartender chortled and shook his head, layered necklaces clinking together even though she couldn’t hear it.
“Go get your girl. But no fighting.”
She transferred some eddies with a generous tip and scooped the drinks up with a nice little flourish before heading out to the battlefield.
When she sat their drinks down, the redhead lifted one straight away and casually placed her hand on Judy’s arm like it hadn’t been a calculated chess move and blinked her long lashes. The Mox didn’t draw back from the touch, yet did nothing to encourage it any further.
Whatever. Those dark lashes and sultry eyes had nothing on Judy’s meticulous winged eyeliner or her own makeup game. In all honesty, she wasn't feelin' an ounce of threat from Astra, just annoyance. It was like having a fly buzzing 'round her face and being overtaken by the need to swat it so hard it bounced off the nearest wall.
“So Judy tells me you’re a merc? I’m curious how you two met, a gun for hire and NC’s best editor...”
V sipped at her double and shrugged with a fond expression on her face, leaning against her output that had finally taken a seat.
“Met through a gig. Geeked out over some tech, shot some gangoons together, went for a dive and that was that.”
“All in a day? Sounds like a good time.” Astra seemed impressed as she tossed her stupid hair over a shoulder with a girlish giggle that almost worked.
Judy smirked but otherwise stayed quiet, resting her chin in an open palm as she clearly let V have her fun. It hadn’t resorted to a dick measuring contest yet (which V knew she’d win anyway because nobody had ever made Judy scream that hard with a Mrs Studd before) so it was all fair game until one of them lost control.
And to V’s surprise, it was Judy that broke.
It may have been her posturing, the way she purposely flexed when there was absolutely no need to, or maybe it was because she had been busy rubbing between Judy's legs underneath the table where ginger couldn’t see. Not that Judy had been staying still the entire time either, wandering hands drew up and down her thigh, tickling along her back and squeezing at her ass playfully.
Okay, so subtlety had been thrown right outta the window and V knew exactly what she was doing. The only thing she was surprised by was how damp her fingers came away, given the material blocking her from touching what she had been craving all night.
The possibly broken ribs she had been sporting from her earlier gig was nothing more than a distant concern she didn’t care to rectify. That was future V’s problem. Right now, there were far more important things that needed her attention.
She knew it was going to happen before it even did and allowed it all the same. Judy climbed off the bar stool onto wobbly legs and clutched onto her arm for balance as Astra leaned over to offer assistance that her girl ignored. There was a jumble of words spoken between Judy and the other woman that she tuned out, the majority of her brain power being used to figure out the most effective way to rip the Mox’s clothes off without damaging them.
V was brought back to the present when Judy began pulling her away by the lapel of her leather jacket after a single wave of the hand with no regard for the clear disappointment on the joytoy’s face. And V, V let the most smug look split across her face.
“Nice meeting you, Ashtray.” She laughed.
Nobody could fault her for being a little petty.
It was to the amusement of the surrounding Mox girls and Mateo that V marched them across the dancefloor, elbowing sweaty bodies out of their way and fielding lustful gazes that had done wonders for her back in the day. All she wanted now was to get behind closed doors and feel Judy’s naked skin against her own, to suck her favourite Tequila from that wicked tongue and so much more.
They could take a whirl on the netrunner chair again. But she was also in the mood to be spread across Judy’s desk or she might get inpatient and drop to her knees right in the middle of the hallway they were in and beg her output to ride her face.
There were too many options and the whole night ahead.
“C’mon, V, don’t keep me waiting.”
Hallway it is, then.