It's finals.
as in final finals.
This quarter I am supposed to be graduating and I want to do everything BUT finals.
Here is a one shot for all you V-smut lovers out there.
Evey's fingers wrung in the silk blankets listening for the click of the familiar door.
Night after night V would step into her room quietly sit at her bed. He would share an annotation, limericks and stories. Some she even took as a form of flirtation and the occasional sonnet set her imagination into a flurry of want.
Evey began to grow fond of the attention and the brush of his warm scented leather gloves, warming her skin with their massage. Her skin flushed with the enjoyment of it all.
Tonight, Tonight would be the night. Unconventional maybe but Evey wiggled beneath the covers. She had planned this for weeks. Timing it just right and she had manage to snag one of V's masks. Freshly worn; pressed deliciously at one point to his lips. Cheeks and adoring face.
When she was sure he was asleep she heatedly slipped up her gown. Bare from the midriff down, she held the mask between her legs adoringly. She traced the narrow bridge of the nose. Feeling its porcelain like texture fingernails softly clutching to the straps that would push and pull against his face. Envying their task.
Tongue pressed to the top of her lip she pressed the mask to the inside of her left thigh shuddering sweetly. She dreamed of him in many places, many instances but nothing quite like this. Giving into the sensation of the warmth of his face still within the mask she breathed in the soft smell of the musk and faint vanilla that adorned it. She pictured his lips there, hungry, kissing and lapping. There. Slowly her index finger and middle spread her nether lips apart she tilted her head back, mouth open and slid the mask across her sex.
She shuddered greedily with its task and did much the same the opposite way. Slowly, her arousal rose nuzzling the bridge and apex of the mask. She clutched a breast trembling. Ages, ages since a man had clung to her. She shuffled upwards, Laying the mask against the pillow. She sat up to it, sliding her bra straps down and swallowing a fevered breath. She shifted mounting the mask delicately. Repositioning her weight on her knees and feeling the cheeks of the mask pressing her thighs. She ground her hips against the protruding lip of the mask. It's rounded opening, creating a ribbing that softly puckered and gave the much needed tension to send Evey over the brink.
She yowled peaking voraciously, circling round and round her swollen nub.
Exhausted her face fell into the pillow, hind over quarters she fell into a sleep.
Only when the big clock began to gong that she shifted away, hand to crotch and the soaked mask grinning above at her.
"Shit!" she thought frantically covering its all knowing glare with her blankets.
"Have you awoken Evey?" came V's all knowing voice outside the door. Panicked she squeaked tossing her legs over the bed searching in vain for her under garments. '
Not once had she given thought to what she would do with the mask once she had finished. Wash it up? give it back? know that her scene would have forever marked it or claim she was cleaning and dropped it? no that would do.
"Bollocks!" she whispered.
"Evey?" came a gentle rap at the door.