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V gazed down at her. From the angle that she was leaning on him, he could not see her face, only the top of her head. The loose strands of her hair glowed with the light of the fire, like streaks of liquid gold. And the weight of her body against his...the smell of her hair...the way his hand almost molded to the curve of her waist...it was just so intoxicating. Her nightgown was moderately low-necked, something he had not paid much attention to before. But from the angle he was at now, he noticed it was showing a bit of cleavage and couldn't help but feel a spark of arousal. He suppressed it quickly, out of shame and respect for her. Ah, but she was so beautiful, lying against him like this. And her-

"V?" Evey said suddenly, "Are you all right?"

"Hmm? Yes Evey, I am fine."

"Are you sure? Your heart is beating...really fast," she said, now looking up at him.

Oh, what a fool he was! One could hide all one's attraction to someone, but the heart tells all in the end. It was almost poetic. Of course she would have heard it through his thin nightshirt. Why didn't he think about that?

He stuttered uncharacteristically while trying to formulate an answer, quite unlike his usual eloquent and well-spoken self.

"It's-it's nothing, Evey. I was just a bit nervous about something, is all."

"What are you nervous about?"

"Oh, nothing important, really."

"...It doesn't have anything to do with me, does it?" Evey asked, beginning to catch on.

V paused.

"N-no."

"V," she smiled, sitting up to face him, "you are a really bad liar."

She didn't look like she was bent on lying back down. By god, she was so close to him now. And she is so beautiful. And so...close to him.

She shifted herself slightly, her body moving even closer to his, and drew her leg up across his lower half, causing all muscles in that area to twitch on instinct. A sharp breath of air escaped the mouth of his mask. Noticing this, Evey turned to look at him

"V." she asked, smirking.

"Yes, dear?"

She glanced away for a moment before looking back at him, almost hesitantly.

"You've never been this...close with a woman before, have you?" she asked hesitantly, the fire in her stomach growing.

V had a hunch the question was coming, yet it still caught him off guard. He was secretly grateful for his mask, or she would have seen him blush.

"I've never lived with a woman before."

She laughed a bit at that, and fixed her eyes on him again. For a bit too long.

V realized too late that she was looking at something below his eyes. She gently put her hand on the jawline of his mask and, before V could fully react, she leaned in and kissed him.

Oh.

It was only a short, brief kiss, but it was also certainly no peck on the lips. V felt himself sunk into it, and could have sworn he felt her soft lips through the mask, as well as the nightgown beneath his fingers. V's emotions were a tumbling mix of bliss and uncertainty, as he wanted this to go further but didn't want her harmed in any way.

She pulled away from him, smiling.

"Did you like that?"

V nodded slightly, as his ability to speak seemed to have abandoned him at the moment. He suddenly noticed he was now breathing very heavily, and immediately looked away and went about trying to regulate his breath again.

"I-I'm sorry, Evey," he said, shaking his head, "I just-I don't think I have ever kissed anyone before."

"V, it's all right. I know what you think of me. I know you want me," she said softly.

"I just-I don't want to hurt you."

"That's the issue, V," she said, "you worry too much."

"Worrying has kept me alive."

Evey paused.

"...What if I could make all those worries go away?" Evey said, her hand leaving his shoulder.

"While I find your company joyful, I don't know if…."

V's words died in his throat as Evey placed a finger over the mouth of his mask.

"Don't think. Just watch."

Slowly, she slipped one strap of the nightgown off her shoulder, then the other. With nothing holding it up, it slid down her body and came to rest at her waist, underneath which her legs were tucked. The gown folded up around her body at the navel, leaving everything upwards exposed, her small, perfect breasts free of the fabric. V was completely at a loss, could do nothing but stare at the gorgeous and now topless woman next to him, completely enraptured by her elegant form.

"You've never been with a woman, have you?" She asked, leaning in.

"What?" he said, tearing his attention away from her chest.

"...No, never. But if...only if you are willing to-"

"V. I am." she said, smiling.

"I just don't know if…" V began, but trailed off as Evey began raining kisses on his neck.

"I...Oh god, Evey… oh my."

As she nibbled and kissed at his neck, V felt his brain turn to mush as he sank into her lips. He was so entranced that he could barely get the next few words out.

"I...I might not be any good, you know…"

"It's ok, V. Promise. As long as you are still you, it doesn't matter," Evey whispered.

Without realizing what he was doing, V made a motion to remove one of his gloves, but stopped himself just as quickly, worried his deformities would ruin the mood. Noticing the hesitation, Evey gently grasped his hand in hers.

"I-I'm sorry, Evey," he stuttered, "I just-"

"It's ok, V", she said, laughing softly, "I just want you to feel me."

She slowly began pulling off one glove, revealing the scarred and bruised tissue underneath, and V felt like he was melting. V tentatively reached his bare hand out, and settled it on one of Evey's breasts. Her skin was like silk. Gently, he caressed it, felt its softness, how it seemed to meld to his palm. To Evey's surprise, his skin felt surprisingly smooth. Their heads were leaned in close, their foreheads almost touching. V pulled off his other glove, and tossed them both to the side, where they fluttered lazily to the floor like little ravens. He seemed to be getting over his initial shock and was beginning to get the hang of this, it appeared.

He wrapped his arms around her naked waist, pulling her close, lost in the feel of her skin, and they kissed once more. V felt like he was drowning in a warm sea as he enveloped her body, as she enveloped him. His hands slid gradually along her waist, up to her breasts, then back down to the curve of her torso, and along her silky legs, feeling every curve and muscle. He couldn't believe that someone could feel so good, so soft. Time slowed, as if to watch. The world was now immaterial, only she was real, everything else could burn.

Almost with a start, V realized that her hand was snaking their way down his body and into the folds of his clothes. She made contact with a far more sensitive part of him, and V moaned softly into her mouth. His voice lit Evey's stomach on fire, filling her with heat. She gripped him, and began to stroke. He was rather large, as Evey's hand barely fit all around his girth, even though she had long fingers. V's head rolled back, and his chest rose and fell with the rhythm.

"…oh…Evey…" he breathed.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes…"

He caressed her soft legs, all rational thought long gone.

Evey withdrew her hand, and leaned backward until she was completely prostrate before him. She was sprawled out on the couch in the most beautiful way, her arms over her head and her hair laid out like waves of pure gold, her face turned slightly to the side, eyes closed, awaiting him. He leaned over her slightly, one hand on her waist.

V slipped the other hand slowly down her stomach, and further until...until he was touching something else. Evey uttered a small preemptive sound of pleasure as she felt his fingers explore her, slipping gently between the folds and locating the entrance, then, ever so gently, slipping one inside. Upon feeling this welcome intrusion, a small breath escaped Evey's mouth, her lower stomach feeling like it was filled with burning coals.

Inwardly, V marveled at how she felt inside. She was warm, almost feverishly so. Was that normal? Were women supposed to be that warm inside? Ah, but how good it would feel if other parts of him were inside, a voice whispered in his head. The questions were buried as quickly they came. Her arms came up and wrapped around his slim torso, ensnaring him.

With one hand clasped in hers, and his other exploring far below with its finger enveloped in such warmth, V feared he wouldn't make it to the main act. Evey felt his hand withdraw, and her stomach fluttered as she heard the clicks of his belt buckle being undone.

Like a shadow at sundown, V loomed over her once more, burying his face in her neck, and laying one hand on her hip. V positioned himself at her entrance, all the while taking great care not to lay too much weight on her.

Evey felt him enter her, slowly and easily. She could feel his breath on her neck and shoulder, and revelled in how it changed when he made contact. He was so careful, so considerate.

He began a slow and steady pace, feeling Evey's arms tighten around his back. He embraced her body, small compared to him, so delicate. Evey soon began uttering little breathy sighs of pleasure, sending V's insides ever more aflame. She was kissing his neck, his shoulder, his mask-anywhere she could reach. She brought one leg up over his lower back, and V grasped her thigh. Lifting his face out of the crook of her neck and shoulder and tilting it slightly, V fixed his gaze on Evey's face, making sure she was all right. Soon enough, however, his arms began to tire after holding himself up for so long, and, for a moment, he stopped.

V withdrew from her, and with a sort of grace that seemed unnatural for a man of his build, changed positions, as did she. He positioned himself so that he was laying behind Evey ('spooning', he believes it's called), with her being the little spoon.

When she felt his hand cradle her face and neck, Evey leaned into it. V placed his other hand on the inside of her thigh, carefully guiding it upwards so he could have more access to her sex. He entered her again, smoothly as could be, eliciting a soft moan from the both of them. From this angle, he could get a good look at her face, mouth slightly agape, her eyes closed. Her heavy breathing wafted from her mouth, and one of her arms encircled his shoulders, coming to rest on his back. V continued to push into her with long, steady strokes, his heavy breathing occasionally catching in his vocal cords and producing a soft moan. She was pushing herself against him, trying to get him deeper in to her, and V happily obliged. With each stroke, he was now plunging into her right up to his base. He couldn't get enough of her, and she couldn't get enough of him.

He could feel his peak rising, and encircled her waist with his arm, forming a more secure grip. His scarred hands burned but he didn't care. Steadily, he picked up the pace and was now thrusting into her quickly and steadily, his moans increasing in volume and almost desperation. It seemed almost uncontrollable. With this shift in pace, something changed for Evey as well. He certainly hadn't been dull in the beginning, but now he seemed to be reaching something special inside of her. She could feel him plunging deep in her stomach, and electricity was crawling through her skin. Waves of pleasure were seeping through her, and she tightened her hold on his back, his nightshirt wadding up beneath her hand, her other hand clenching the couch cushion, the tendons standing out with the tension of reaching her peak.

"V…oh god, V…!" Evey gasped.

While V did not know much about the female sexual experience, he doubted her exclamation was from pain. His suspicion was confirmed when he felt her inner walls quiver around him, the muscles spasming with the intensity of her orgasm.

Evey half-screamed as the waves of her orgasm rocked her, her face twisted, hands digging into whatever she could reach. It felt like her stomach was melting, and after a few moments, the pleasure began to ebb out of her. She relaxed, her head dropping back on the couch.

V slowed his pace, first to a slow pump, then to a stop, and withdrew himself.

Evey looked back at him, her cheeks crimson, sweat beading on her forehead. She expected to see him flaccid, as she thought he had finished when she had. But to her surprise, what she saw was V was sitting up now and beginning to zip up his still very-erect member. He noticed her expression, and asked what was wrong.

"What is it dear?"

"Y-you didn't—?" She stuttered.

"I didn't want the pleasure to be anything but yours."

She looked away exasperatedly and shook her head.

"You know, sometimes you're too much of a gentleman for your own good. The whole point of sex is for both parties to finish."

"As you can see, I am quite new to the craft." V said.

Evey stared at the half-conceiled lump in his pants for a moment.

"Let me help you, then," Evey said, "I can't just let you go to bed like that."