Johnny's got his face buried between her legs, slowly building her up towards her third orgasm of the morning. They've been doing this since V woke up, the revelation a week prior that a quarter of pseudoendotrizine allows them to physically feel each other has led (unsurprisingly) to the two of them fucking like rabbits. Between gigs, in the middle of gigs - doesn't matter - they're acting like a couple of teenagers who just discovered sex for the first time and can't get enough of it.
Fuck, he really has missed the taste of pussy. She can kind of taste it on her tongue too, which is a surreal sensation and just as she's thinking on their link Johnny groans against her, grinding down into the mattress in an attempt to deliver on the urge he's giving himself by eating her out. Sex is doubly magnified for both of them as they feel everything that the other does pretty comprehensively under the influence of the pseudoendotrizine.
Johnny's just inserting a second silver finger inside of her when the doorbell rings. It gives him pause for just a split second and then he's right back on task, searching for her G-spot.
"Don't you fucking answer it, V." He warns, voice husky as hell. She runs her fingers through his hair because she can't get over the fact that she can.
"Wouldn't- ah- dream of it."
Unfortunately, whoever the dumb fuck at the door is refuses to give up and the doorbell rings again and again, making it very difficult to focus entirely on the gorgeous rocker boy currently dedicating himself to turning her legs to jelly.
"V? I know you're in there, come on! Security cam hasn't seen you leave all morning and I gotta talk to you." Fuck, it's Panam... stubborn enough to stand outside and ring that bell all day if she has to and untrusting enough that being made to do so will take a distinct toll on their budding friendship. Only way to stop her and get that third orgasm is to humiliate herself and V has done a lot worse in order to cum.
"Hey, Panam, can you- ah- come back another- oh - time? I'm kinda- ah! In the middle of, ahem, something right now!"
There's a very brief and very telling silence.
"Oh, fuck! Shit, I didn't- sorry, V, I didn't realise you were, um... busy! I'll, uh, call you later - have fun - bye!" Just like that she's gone, and all it took was a small slice of V's already dwindling dignity.
Johnny huffs his amusement against her inner thigh and she clamps her legs around his head in punishment, grounding him against her to shut him the fuck up. His teeth clamp down lightly on her thigh in response but he gets the message and gets back to work anyway.
"Fuck, Johnny, give me-" She's reaching her peak now and her legs go slack as her muscles once again turn to jelly. V's unable to properly express what it is she's asking him for but Johnny's able to intuit it anyway and glitches immediately from his position between her thighs fully clothed to leaning over her completely naked. She's so wet by now that he meets no friction when he enters her and bottoms out in one go. He holds himself there for a second, eyelids fluttering with the feeling. He does this often when they fuck, and V can't blame him - 50 years without stimulation would give her cause to savour it too. She reaches up to trace her fingers lightly over his face, ghosting gently over his closed eyelids, V cups his jaw, fingers working into that sweet spot below his ear. Johnny breathes raggedly but appears to find some semblance of peace in this moment.
The peace lingers for half a second longer before Johnny returns to reality and grabs roughly at her hips to hold her at a better angle. Once he's found it he withdraws himself almost all the way, abruptly snapping his hips back against her so forcefully that it almost literally rocks her fucking world. V forces her limp legs into action, struggling to wrap themselves around his waist in order to help maintain the position he's elected to fuck her in.
He chooses a pace then and quickly settles into the rhythm, rocking into her with such ferocity that she's gasping for air and all but yelling his name. He loves it when she's vocal like this, she can tell, so she goes a little more overboard with it than she usually would. There's something eerie about being fucked so frantically while being so wet but hearing no sounds to accompany it - there should be a cacophony of filthy wet sounds, a symphony of skin colliding roughly with skin - but there just isn't, and the concept messes with her only briefly before Johnny yanks her attention back towards him. He's released one of her hips in order to wrap a hand around her throat, evidently having sensed that her mind had begun to wander.
"Eyes on me, baby. We're almost there." Johnny manages to get out through grit teeth, and as if he'd commanded it the two of them promptly reach their peak. It's a shared one, because all their orgasms are shared when they literally share a mind and a body. For a second all V can see are the fireworks that explode behind her eyes when she cums, her legs reflexively tightening around Johnny to anchor him to her. It's not even to keep him inside her, she knows, it's to keep him there where she can still feel him before the pseudoendotrizine wears off and they have to go back to physical contact feeling like a strange electric current - V loves this because like this they're so entangled up in each other that they feel as intertwined and conjoined as they are mentally - it's an indescribable feeling of oneness that V knows she will never be capable of putting into words.
The thumb of Johnny's silver hand caresses her neck as he withdraws his arm and glitches out of vision so that he's suddenly sprawled out next to her on the bed, nudging her head up off the cushions so he can throw an arm around her shoulders. A lit cigarette appears in his free hand and Johnny takes a long drag on it, signature aviators back in place. He's shirtless but the leather pants are back on, along with his boots; one leg tucked over the other at the ankles.
"So... baby, huh? That's a new one." V teases, because she doesn't know what else to say in these moments.
"Yeah... baby. I said what I said, got no regrets seeing as hearing the word made you cum so hard you couldn't fucking see." He's smug this morning, and rightly so.
"Mm, that's fair. Can't complain."
"I'd hope not. Slaved away over that pretty pussy of yours for over an hour - didn't expect to hear any complaints."
She rolls over so that she's facing him, curled into his side. Like always her hands are immediately drawn to his tattoos like magnets, tracing over them with the same care she showed his face earlier. "Five star reviews across the board, Silverhand. You think I'd humiliate myself like that for anyone else?"
Johnny smirks, clearly recalling the memory with fondness. "You're not fuckin' anyone else so I wouldn't know, now, would I?"
V watches him take a drag on his cigarette, expression turning devilish. "Oh, so you want me to fuck someone else? I can call River-"
"Don't you fuckin' dare." The smugness has evaporated, replaced with a grimace that tells her he really means it. "I'm dead serious, V. Do not fuck that pig."
"Why, because he's a cop or because you don't want me to fuck anyone that isn't you?"
Johnny lets the question linger in the air between them for a minute, focusing on his cigarette to aggravate her before he finally elects to respond. "I see what you're doin', kid... you ain't slick."
"Well, I haven't showered just yet so I'm still a little slick..." V leaves him to process that, jumping up to have the shower she just mentioned.
"Ugh, not clever either!" Johnny calls after her and then materialises by the sink, arms crossed in disapproval but eyes doing a thorough job of observing her naked body under the spray of the showerhead.
"Don't." V points at him, sternly. "Stop it, Johnny."
"I have no idea what you're talkin' about."
"Look, the fuckin' pseudoendotrizine will wear off in a minute and if we keep goin' through 'em at the rate we have been we're gonna run out."
"So? We'll just go get some more from Mary."
"Misty."
"Yeah... Misty."
"You're not the one who has to explain to Misty why we need more of the stuff, though, are you? I'm 'onna be the one who has to walk up to the counter like a fuckin' gonk-"
"Nah, she'll be into it - call it the intertwining of souls or some shit like that - no fuckin' problem, and hey, if it comes to it we can just sneak around and klep it from her secret fuckin' stash."
"We are not fuckin' stealin' from Misty."
"Well, why the fuck not? What, we can run around stealin' from everyone in Night City and their fuckin' mothers but at Misty we draw the proverbial line?"
V just stares at him, waiting for him to think about it. Sometimes Johnny just needs a chance to do that - mull over something - actually think something through now that he's said it. Eventually, he relents, sighing and almost looking sheepish.
"Yeah, yeah... Jackie."
"Exactly - 'sides, Misty's been real good to me - to us. I'm pretty low on chooms these days, Johnny. Gotta take care of the ones I've got, not steal from 'em."
"So... what? We becomin' fuckin' nuns, V?"
"... Nah, I'll figure somethin' out. We'll just... fuck efficiently until then."
AN: silverhand more like silver fingers amirite