Fantasies: Chapter One
After stumbling back home from Laguna Bend, V entertains Panam and then, herself.
With the worst possible timing, Judy arrives for an unexpected visit.
After the tenth or so time of uncontrollably flatlining.
V's pretty sure she's gotten the effects of the relic malfunction down to a T
Within seconds she'd start vomiting or feel woozy, a minute and there'd be a complete collapse. V would go unconscious and anywhere from hours to days depending on when she'd wake up there'd still be nausea and implant malfunction, not to mention the hormone spikes and mood swings. In all things considered the last one had been more inconvenient than painful.
V can't even remember the precise details of her trip with Judy when the relic malfunctioned and ruined everything, all V recalled was Judy's memories or flashbacks melding into her own conscientiousness and she could hear them, Judy playing in the yard at thirteen years old or how she remembered the Church bells ringing.
And then, nothing.
V had blacked out so hard that Judy had to literally panic drag V to the surface and try her best to resuscitate as V went into that unconscious flatline state that eerily neared a coma every subsequent time.
A few hours later or was it a day? V woke up and found Judy to be asleep and unresponsive in the nearby cabin's bed so she left a note and went home - unwilling to rock the boat and that'd end up in a fucked up apology that she'd mess up for trying to explain what happened in obviously ruining what was a pretty great break from Night City.
In hindsight V should have waited but at the time? It felt intruding, painful and a sense that she'd fucked things up with that dammanable piece of corpo tech lodged in her head.
So she drove "home", not to the apartment in Night City but a small dwelling in a motel that she had permanently rented out as a act of paranoia for a second home and one off the books - one cannot be too safe in Night City after all, the homing beacon in her head that allowed her car to self drive malfunctioned so that was a thirty minute walk of hand to head clutching agony, then came the constantly shifting static in her ears that subjected Vs hearing to either complete deafness or being subjected to hearing everything a hundred times louder.
How she even made it home in one piece , functional and able to pour a drink from the fridge, flop on the old but comfy sofa and watch the news for a while was a victory in itself to be honest. The apartment isn't big, in fact it's more like three or four rooms of varying sizes slapped together for those who paid quite a few Eddies to have a permanent place in the Badlands.
Half a day passes, the majority of the side effects of a literal brain malfunction gradually slip away and V forgets her problems in a mindless and repetitive domestic TV binge, anything from shitty cartoons to the overpaid actors doing their best to not make Night City look like the hellhole that it really is.
V even cleans herself up, shampoo and conditioner in dark red as an of self love and care that she's neglected for a while, eyedrops in amber eyes came next so she'd stop seeing too much static and as an even rarer act - V stopped wearing packed clothes from the trunk of her car and instead cleaned,washed and dried some older ones, subsisting merc for a comfortable civilian.
A black tank top cut off at the stomach for that flashy midriff, comfy leggings to allow her body to breathe and gym cut off at the ankle socks with a pair of running sneakers at the door - in a way it's oddly domestically weird to just binge tv wearing three year old clothes with a microwavable tv dinner waiting.
No head trauma-pain, no gunfights, no emergency calls, no screaming in agony.
Just V, her thoughts and a stupid old sofa.
And definitely, definitely nothing about Judy.
Completely unannounced and furiously knocking at the door harder than Maxtek does - Panam arrived, when V asked how she knew V was there Panam shrugged with a "No one out here but you drives a silver Avenger in the damm Badlands."
You fucking gonk.
To be honest it is kind of hard to not let Panam in, she's bossy and authoritative and toppy and the history of the two women goes back at least two months of blowing shit up together so naturally V offers Panam her own TV dinner.
So Panam joins V on the couch in the same position they had been weeks before, when V awkwardly learnt that Pandom was bisexual but "not interested" and the two had a brief but meaningful conversation regarding each other sexualties with V embarrassingly admitting that she'd bedded half of the city's female joy-toys when prodded and Panam's story of when she fucked a guy half to death while fixing a SUV that was being taken to pieces by a APC.
Just like so many times before Panam's worn jeans ended up on Vs lap, shifting legs together and then apart. Normally V wouldn't have cared and would have given Panam a simple massage (V was good at that) but this time, and with a hormone imbalance, the feeling of someone's legs on her, someone V considered to be attractive was a distraction.
Then Panam asked for that damm message.
V's skinny but practiced fingers worked their way up and down those tight muscles, relieving stress and anxiety in Panam that produced quite a few whimpers and groans, normally V wouldn't give that a second thought but V wasn't feeling normal. Infact she's feeling the opposite of that, the flood of hormones are kicking in and heating her body up and making her flush and look away and reminds her of the last time she had sex or even felt someone up slowly creeps in.
V tightens her legs together as hard as humanly possible until Panem left.
Checked to see Panam wasn't just in the driveway and on her phone.
Made sure the door was locked, armoured window shutters properly closed.
TV dinner in the trash.
And masturbated.
Back pressed against the wall, bra flung off with gusto and lands on the sofa since it's making her already heated chest tight and while the fabric is a little rough up there, at least she can grope in peace.
Self foreplay forgotten already, this ain't gonna be some long drawn out session - V's too heated and too worked up after weeks of neglect to take her time.
Fingers unravel her waistband and down go the jeans, then the underwear slithers down to her knee as V moans breathlessly and takes care of a need that's been postponed for a while, one that's awakened so many times and more often than not, by just a single person that it longs for.
And one that's been suppressed and repressed, kicked down over and over again until it rears its head and cannot be stopped this time.
One digit predisposed and V's already panting, biting her lip and adding another finger while her other hands fingers alternate between circling and pressing at the soft skin around her clit or to grope and massage at her breasts.
Heaving and repeatedly shifting hard into the door, tingly skin and temperature raised.
Three fingers, the attraction that started it all, Panem is gone already and Judy's taken her place. Somebody that V has waaaaaay too much attraction for , Judy's hair, her eyes, the way she moved and the few times that she had touched V, even innocent squeezes to the shoulder, a hug, a kiss on the cheek is already pushing things down there to Defcon Three. Even that one small kiss on the cheek gets turned into something more intensely exotic. V knew she was attracted to Judy the moment she met the BD editor in Lizzies and right now she's lusting hard for Judy.
Brains already concocting a scene, one that involved V not shutting down underwater, a scene that took place at that cabin, where Judy would lead V to the bed, they would hold hands and kiss each others finger in between undressing each other.
Middle fingers joined in and her crop top already lifted above her beasts, and practiced massaging put to good use.
Naked, they'd cuddle and kiss, Judy would be the little spoon and repeatedly press her ass into Vs crotch, V would twitch every time and eventually get the message, she'd push Judy onto her back and ride her lover hard.
She'd been having these thoughts about Judy for a while, locked far away, horny and lust filled thoughts that came with interacting with someone that she had the hots for, flirtatious smiles and texts between them didn't help, neither did the times they had to press in real close while-
She'd work Judy into a frenzy, constantly pressing and tracing her digits around Judy's abs and stomach until Judy would grab V's hard and whisper "please",V would oblige after some more teasing, kissing and nipple tweaks.
She'd finger the fuck out of Judy, fingeringy fuckery enough that Judy would wrap her legs around V's head and force her to eat her out, and V would oblige with gusto.
At some point they'd stop and share a cigarette together, handing it to the other and letting the smoke wash over their bodies. Eventually though, Judy would return the previous favor and this time V would be on her back.
She totally isn't a complete bottom.
Thumb and pinky practically stabbing into her groin to give her fingers a grip on her shaking and bouncing body, slamming her hips backwards into the door. Sure the AC is on but her body is on fucking fire.
They kiss again, Judy leaning down while she straddles V's hips in a slow circle. Judy's painfully beautiful like this, the light shining on her and making that smile into something brighter, enchanting a pretty face and making V want and need.
Is she calling Judy's name out loud or are her ears malfunctioning again?
With a cigarette between her fingers, Judy takes a long drag and let the smoke escape past her lips. She's perched on V, irritatingly still and clamping her body and legs down so V can't move her legs to relieve herself.
"Look at me V," Judy starts, caressing her breasts and adding to V's already troubled situation down there.
"Mfmm?" V can only muffle with a bitten lip.
"Say my name."
"Judy?"
"Come on V! Say it!"
Fingers fucking her clit and timing with the stutter of her hips as she fills the room with the dirty sound of fantasy induced masturbation and the sound of her voice.
"Judy?!"
"Pfff, you're terrible at this."
"Judy."
Eventually Judy would climb down from her perch and there'd be a orgy of two, eating,kissing, fingering, even licking. All of V's sexual fantasies and two weeks or more of no self time or sex climacted into, well whatever she wanted.
Judy! Fuck!
Outside of her little sex bubble, V's only dimly aware of the noises she's making. Loud, wet fingers producing sound enough to be heard in the next room over and even then anyone with half a brain can make out what she's doing.
Or rather hope she hoped to be doing.
V got close, real close. Uncontrollably screaming a lust filled name, body jerking into the wall.
Someone's knocking on the door.
"Fuck! Judy!"
Someone answers.
"Yeah V what's up? What the fuck are you doing in there? You throwing a couch at the wall or something?" V immediately stops and comes clos to hyperventilating in her state, swearing a nameless curse from her corpo days and hastily pulling her crop top down, her sweat soaked skin complaining about the being rudely shoved up into place and that heated, needy and unfulfilled area is screaming bloody murder when it's locked behind a pair of jeans.
Bare feet thunders on kitchen tiles and then carpet when V rushes to the door and opens it.
Fucking christ it's Judy.
Fuck.
"Hey uh, woah" Judy stops, eyes with dark spots underneath wide open. Her hair is messy, like V's, Judy's normally tight appearance of a pulled up top and black pants are replaced by hastily thrown on versions, in a way she mirrors V.
"Huh?" V does her best to be natural and totally not hey I was masturbating furiously to you fifteen seconds ago do you want a coffee?
Judy stammers, blinking and awkwardly flapping her hands - trying to act just as casual as V is acting which is to say, not very well, "You , well. Uh. You been for a run today or something?"
"No, just. Well."
Judy knows.
"Yes?"
Shit. The discarded and slightly ripped bra on the couch probably isnt contributing positively to V's case either.
Well hopefully Judy doesn't realize who. Or that would be awkward.
Actually the silence right now is kind of awkward.
Thinking quickly, V stammers out the first thing that appears in her gay mess of a brain. "You want a hot coffee or something?" She blurts out and hopes it'll stick.
Judy takes a few seconds and composes herself, a raised eyebrow later and arms in the normal crossed position she replies. A simple one.
"Sure."
"Sure sure? Um, come in?" V says with a blush that she does her best to hide with a awkwardly place hand that opens the door and smacks herself in the face, "sofa's that way, bathroom is over there and I'll be right back!."
V's body isn't happy right now and she does her best to make it shut up.
Of course it's hard to stop a raging lust filled hormone induced body from betraying you and being a dick.
Especially when the object of those hormones is standing right next to you.