Done for a NSFW prompt - convincing the other to try something they're not interested in and then making them like it, and after the last couple of sad entries a change of pace to something lighter was a good idea. Takes place post-SRIV (but before Take Two) with V and Johnny testing things out.

This was what she remembered. Not the city that blinked and buzzed, each step recorded and documented for later use. This was Steelport, and V had to take a minute to soak that in as she stood in the middle of their old headquarters.

Old. Shit, has it been that long? She placed her hands on her hips and swept her eyes over the place, taking in every inch.

Nothing was out of place except for the people, but she wasn't about to talk to Matt and Kinzie about the science behind that. They had used an exploit – one of many, she was starting to figure out – and they had found themselves the brand new owners of a Saints crib unpopulated by their doubles.

To say that she'd been relived was an understatement, but having another isolated instance where they'd fucked with time didn't exactly sit right. Still, it was nice in a way. She'd always wanted to introduce Johnny to the other side of their little empire, and right now she couldn't think of a better time.

And there was always more time to go over all that scientific bullshit later. Hell, they had all the time in the world now with the Zin and their machine at their disposal, but there were moments when that feeling would come and go. That sensation of being in a place where you should've belonged, but didn't.

It pricked at the edge of her senses as she walked inside, but when she heard the familiar rise and fall of the bass and the playful laughter that came from her people, she relaxed. This wasn't home, but it was close enough. After all of this time it had reached that place, and seeing it again like this proved it.

Johnny whistled when he came to stand beside her, and V quirked her mouth up. "Not bad, eh?"

"It's no Purgatory, but it'll do. What's with the statue, though?"

"Oh, that's Phillipe's. Pierce did ask me if I ever wanted it gone, but I couldn't get rid of it." Framing it with her hands, she sighed. "I mean, it's such a perfect reminder of who we fucked over to get this. Every time I walk in it's there to welcome me."

He chuckled. "I can see that. Little reminder like that after the tower can't hurt."

"It's not my lady, though. I really should've found a place to put her up. Not much of a hideout without the Saint of Saints watching over it."

V gave a small salute to the group of Saints gathered by the television when they raised their beers, and proceeded upstairs. Johnny stuck close, but paused on the staircase to glance behind him. The group at the bottom had dragged over one of the coffee tables to get a round of body shots in, and she made sure to give them a loud, appreciative whistle before continuing to head up.

"Decided to go light on the purple?" he asked when they reached the top.

"A little. Just to break it up a bit. You can only slap so much around before it feels like someone's spewed grape kool aid everywhere." Gat raised an eyebrow and she folded her hands behind her head. "Besides, some places I saved more purple for than others."

"Like?"

"What? You think I'm going to spill my guts that easily?" She waggled her eyebrows. "You're going to have to work a bit harder than that, Johnny."

"You went straight for the stairs, so I'm thinking we're close," he pointed out, keeping his eyes on her as she cut into the nearest room. "But unless you're hiding it all in your closet, I'm still not seeing much."

"My closet? Why there?"

"Because I can't think of you hiding purple anywhere else. Sure there's a hell of a lot of red, but purple's there. You've got your ways."

He wasn't wrong. "The purple I'm talking about is a little more out in the open. Won't have to search much."

The next room had him grinning. The rich purple sheets and the scattered ceramic and glass ashtrays on the nightstands and drawers were a dead giveaway. "When it you put it that way it's not much of a guess."

"No?"

She didn't stop there, however, just turned and wandered backwards into the large bathroom bordering her room. The distinct sound of a door closing followed, and she gave him a coy look when he leaned against the door frame, chin up, jacket open, and his shades dark. "No."

V had to take a moment to remember what they'd been going on about, because he looked way too damn good there for her to keep her focus for long. "I did actually mean to show off my room without luring you in here."

"Right."

She shrugged and started to pull off one of her fingerless gloves. "I just walked in." When it slipped off she tossed it over her shoulder. "You're the one with expectations."

His eyebrows went up and down and she chucked her second glove at him. "You're the one throwing your clothes at me."

"Now you're projecting," she teased, running her fingers over the zipper of her jacket. "I'm not making this into a show."

He took a few steps forward. "Even if I ask?"

"Nope. In fact, I think you owe me one."

He took another and she started backing up. "A show?"

"A long one. Shirt, shoes, the whole she-bang," she said, ticking each off of her fingers. "It's only fair."

"None of this is coming off without help."

V let a little swing move into her hips and lifted her hand to beckon him forward. "Come a little closer and I'll see what I can do."

He took his time, almost turning his movements into a swagger, and once he was close enough she looped a finger around the top button of his shirt. Tugging on it brought him closer, and she flicked at it with her thumbnail.

All it would've taken was one quick motion to undo it. Simple enough, but now that he was near another idea kicked in. One that had her lifting her boot up to pull her knife out before she could change her mind.

She tugged again, waiting for Johnny to say something, but all he gave her was a smile. One that wasn't smug, but dared her to take the first swipe.

So she did. The button bounced off of the floor, and she slid her hand down to the next in line.

"It's going to go like that?" he asked, taking in a breath when her nails grazed him.

"If I'm going button by button. The other way takes too long."

He laughed. "Still fucking impatient."

"It's also payback for the suit." Another button flew off and she leaned forward to kiss the new inch of skin revealed to her. "And the underwear. The last pair was expensive."

Her tongue darted out, and his hand tangled in the hair behind her head, his grip tightening when she blew across the trail. "This shirt wasn't cheap either."

"I've been wanting to cut it off of you for years now. So sue me."

He'd always looked amazing in it; the damn tailoring only served to remind her that his shoulders were the kind that were meant to climbed, and the way the fabric hugged him from his chest to his waist was fucking criminal. For all that she'd loved purple silk, she'd quickly become a fan of white, but maybe once or twice she'd let herself think that she'd be doing the world a fine service by relieving him of it.

But only once or twice.

Yeah. Sure, V told herself, removing another button. It was all about doing the world a service. Absolutely.

She ran her tongue down his stomach, pausing here and there to see if she could get that same intake of breath as she blew, and when she reached his belt she hooked it with a finger as she knelt down. Tugging on it, she slid it out of the loops, nipping at the skin above the band, and flicked the button on his jeans open.

The zipper stayed up, however, as her finger traced over the denim in a careful line. Her mouth followed that line, the rough texture making her miss the glide of his skin, and she withdrew when she felt him start to press against her. As much as she wanted to taste him, she wasn't about to make this easy.

He was hard, had been since she'd brushed her fingers over him, and she glanced up at him through her lashes. "Now who's impatient?"

Not saying a word through his clenched teeth, he relaxed and watched her slide the knife back into her boot.

Clucking her tongue, she leaned back and chewed on her lip. Tall men and women had always done a number on her, and the angle at which she was drinking him in wasn't bad at all. "Don't worry. I think I'll get these off the good old fashioned way."

"I wasn't," Johnny murmured, twirling some of her hair around his fingers.

"I guess I could get you off too, but I'm running a little dry on ideas right now…"

She let her lips graze the denim again and the hand in her hair went tight. Tugging her back up to her feet he met her in a kiss that had her staggering backwards. The counter hit her back as her lip was caught between his teeth, and he sucked on it hard before sliding his tongue into her mouth.

Her hands went to the counter, grasping for the edge as he lifted her up and onto it, his hips pushing up and against her at a rhythm that had her grinding back just as desperately. The hold he had on her as he thrusted was solid, pulling a sharp gasp with each movement that ended in a whimper. His breath ragged, he tore his mouth away from hers to move down her throat, sucking long enough on each spot for her to hiss whenever he left her skin.

The last down by her collarbone had her digging her heels into his lower back, and in return she felt the rasp of his teeth as he withdrew to put some distance between them. "You've got to lose the fucking coat."

She held her arms out to her sides. "Well?"

The glasses caught the light as his chin tilted up, and he let out a short laugh. "Well, what?"

"Your boss needs your assistance, stat. It's kinda urgent."

"I don't know. Maybe I want to see how long you can handle this." The low chuckle made her legs tense around him and he planted both of his hands on each side of her. "How much you want it."

When he leaned in only a dwindling inch was between them, one that came and went as she swayed in and out of range of him. He moved with her, close, but not close enough, and when he tried to touch her she raised a hand to stop him. "Takes two to play, Gat."

His lips pressed against her fingers. "Oh?"

"I'm not playing alone. You want the jacket to come off?" She tapped the side of his glasses. "These do too."

"That all?" he asked, hovering close again.

"The shirt too." The fact that it was hanging off of him even now drove her up a wall, but not as much as the peek at what was under it did. "That's got to come off on principle."

Reaching up to him, she slid the glasses off of his face with as much care as she possessed, letting him wink at her over the frames before removing them. But once that was done, and she placed them off to the side, she saw what she guessed had been under there from the start. Intent. The kind that made her wonder how much longer she had before he'd bend her over the sink, yank her jeans down, and bury himself inside of her.

Leaning back on her hands, she tapped her nails on the counter. "Your turn."

His eyes narrowed, and she felt her breath catch as he took the zipper and jerked it down. It didn't break – a small miracle if she ever did see one – and sat up to slip it off of her shoulders. That put her directly in his space again, and he tilted his head to the side as she tugged one sleeve off, then two.

The red jacket went off to their left, and she reached forward to tuck her fingers under the edges of his shirt. It was an easy slide, over his shoulders and down his arms, and when her hands brushed his he didn't bother to help. Just held her eyes as she pressed flush against him.

One sleeve came off and her nose grazed his. Then the other, and his lips touched hers, making her pull back.

"Uh, uh," V tutted, wagging a finger. "I still have something that needs help-"

Pulling her off of the counter by her beltloops, she squealed as she latched onto him then dropped her feet to the floor. He spun her around after that, leaving her staring at her stunned expression in the large mirror before yanking her gray T-shirt up and off. It caught on her elbows briefly as her arms swept up, leaving her sputtering as Johnny used another pull to remove it.

When she once again was able to see, he placed his chin on her shoulder and tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't lose the playful hint there. There were no tinted lenses to hide it now. "So, boss."

She flicked her eyes towards his in the mirror. "Johnny."

"Coming here's reminded me of something. We don't have many of these back on the ship."

"No," she replied, shivering at how warm he felt behind her. "We don't."

"Something I love, have for a while, is how you react to things. It's never small. Usually moves through every part of you, starting with these." His hand reached around to brush his index finger along her lips, and she bit down on them reflexively. "You start thinking, and you're biting these all day. Don't even notice, do you?"

Her cheeks flushed, and she saw the color rise. "That's the joy of a nervous habit. I chew them all to hell."

"Not all the time."

"Okay, fine. I pout too. Happy?"

He touched them again, and she kissed his fingertips, torn between watching him touch her and watching him react to her. "Heh, true that, but that's not all they do. That's not all you do either."

His hand left her mouth to trace a finger down the side of her neck, and she jumped. "Hey, not fair, man!" she laughed.

"I want to show you."

It took a moment for her to regain her breath, and another for her to meet the dark eyes set on her. "Show me?"

"Yeah. Give you an idea of what I get to see."

"I'm an awkward ass enough of the time, Gat. Do I really need to see all of that up close?"

He leaned forward to kiss the dip in her shoulder, and when he teased the spot with his teeth she let out a sigh. "What about that?"

Her eyes had slipped shut, but she opened them again at his words. Her lips were parted, her skin flushed a deeper shade than before, and she went darker as he met her gaze directly. "This?"

"Yeah. That."

"Um, I don't know." Her mouth went dry as his hands came to rest on her hips, but she grinned when he slid them into her pockets. "It's something."

"Something good or something bad?"

"It's not bad, it's just not my usual thing," she admitted, covering his hands with hers. "I get a little too into closing my eyes and enjoying the ride, you know?"

"Same, though there's something about watching a beautiful woman moan around your cock while she's kneeling in front of you. Or maybe she's like this, red all over." He withdrew one of his hands and traced a finger down her shoulder to her arm. "And waiting for me to see how wet she's been for the last half-hour."

His palm was warm on her back as he continued touching her, and she didn't let her eyes leave his. "Maybe."

"Maybe? Two fingers worth?"

Her earlier thought played back, and she let herself imagine that same hand between her legs, moving quick enough to make every breath a harsh moan. "Maybe."

His fingers dipped below the waistband of her jeans. "You want me to?"

They trailed at the edge of her underwear, tickling enough to raise goosebumps, and she angled her hips back to press against him.

"V?"

She pressed harder, and when she saw the muscle in his neck flex, she couldn't help the smile that crept up. "I think I do."

Reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, she felt him skate his hand up her back towards the fastenings of her bra. It took a few flicks of his wrist, but it came undone. She held out her arms again, this time in front of her, but he didn't waste any time teasing, choosing instead to slip the obnoxiously bright purple thing down her arms. The glint in his eye didn't disappoint, however, when he attempted to slingshot it towards the other side of the bathroom.

"Cute," she joked, trying not to laugh, but jumped when his palms covered her breasts. Warm and rough from use, she saw herself arch into his touch and chuckled.

"What?" he asked, his mouth right next to her ear.

"I feel a little ridiculous. Like we're watching a sex tape."

Johnny grinned. "Thought that was already out."

"The porno was. Please don't tell me I have to go through that again-"

"But a tape isn't?"

He was giving her a curious look now, and V wondered if she would ever stop resembling a fucking tomato. "Hey, one thing at a time. Don't skip too far ahead of me."

"I won't." He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples, and she bit her lip when each was given a pinch. "I'm pretty down with starting with this."

The kneading motion he'd stuck with had her sighing in no time, each gentle squeeze accompanied by the flick of his tongue against her earlobe. The urge to let her eyes close to focus on the sensation kept on wanting to kick in, but she forced them to stay open and fixed on him though the mirror.

It was painfully easy to tell when she was turned on. Blushing, gasping, stammering, she did it all until she was left with nothing but swearing as her form of communication. Johnny's tells were harder to note, but two always stood out. The curve of his mouth, and his breathing, which picked up whenever he drew a sound out of her. His eyes were the third, and with the way he kept on watching her she knew exactly why he kept them covered at all times.

Both of his hands went to the button on her jeans at the same time, his fingers running right between the fabric and her skin, and he lowered the zipper enough for him to dip a hand under it. The tight fit didn't give him much room, but when she felt a finger curve and press against her he didn't need it.

Her low moan made his eyes light up, and he added another finger as they slid over her underwear but not around it. The slow pressure made her move her hips with him, grinding back as well as down, and he took in a sharp breath and stepped away.

Hooking his thumbs in her pockets, he dragged her jeans down as far as possible, stopping right at her boots before crouching down beside her. He unlaced them in record time as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to her legs, skirting the edge of the dragon winding down her thigh and over her knee, and slapped at her other leg to get her to raise it. One boot, then two hit the floor, and he planted one last kiss to her knee as he pulled her pants off.

Then he took his place again behind her, grabbing her ass and slipping a hand down the front of her underwear before the objection could leave her throat. And she grabbed him then. Grabbed his hips and his thighs as he went as deep as he could, her nails scraping against him.

"There we are," Gat said, sucking on her earlobe and her jaw as she gasped. "And that's only one. You're soaked."

She tried to turn her head to kiss him, but he ducked away.

"Can't watch if you're doing that. Look at me." V's eyes were already on him, but she took in another breath and felt it catch when he trailed his fingers up and across her clit. "Through there," he said, jerking his head towards the mirror.

Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to focus on the motion of his hand. The hand curled around her paired with the slide that came with each dip in and out, and the way his forearm flexed and moved, but found him in the mirror again. He was fascinated, eager as he teased her until she was shaking, and she felt her body tense.

"Look at me," he told her again, holding onto her gaze, and she tried. Tried until she couldn't keep her voice in check, and felt her eyes squeeze shut.

They rode it out, her arms trying to grab at him while he held her, and when she felt herself start to come down he withdrew. The space left her swaying on unsteady feet, but he wasn't gone long, and before she could say anything she saw the glint of her knife in the mirror.

Two quick slices and a tug left her naked short of the socks on her feet, and she placed her hands on the counter while glaring at him over her shoulder. "Really?"

"One for one."

He tossed the knife into the air before aiming it at one of the walls, and V felt deja vu try to kick in. It fizzled out when she heard the sound of a zipper, and the crinkle of a packet, and when he pushed into her, hot and hard, she let the rest of her thoughts go.

Just focused on the way Johnny's fingers held onto her tight, and the quick slide that had his chest slapping against her back. The sound of his voice as he told her how good she felt around him. How he never could wait long to fuck her, punctuating the words with a thrust that had her toes curling.

The moans that she pulled out of him in turn came from deep inside of him and she felt every one. Felt them loud and against her body when he wasn't groaning into her neck.

And when he wrapped an arm around her as he came her hand clasped around his wrist. Held it in an almost bruising grip as she mouthed words she wished she could say, but found him saying instead. Short phrases, rushed and rough as he pounded into her, but meant for them and them only.

She didn't let go, not even when his hold on her eased, his breathing as ragged as her own. Leaning on her arm, she let her head fall forward as she took in a deep breath, and when she raised it back up she couldn't see past the tangled hair in front of her. V tried to blow the auburn mess away with a single puff, but when it fell back into place she tried again.

This kept on going until Johnny let go of her to brush it aside, sweeping it over her shoulder. Able to see again, she gave him a crooked smile, one that he returned before tilting her chin towards him for a kiss.

"I should've tied it back," she murmured against his lips. "It's fucking everywhere."

"It would've been out five minutes later. I like it down."

"Me too." V rested against him as he ran his fingers through the strands, sighing in contentment. "Took me a while to realize that."

His hand moved up to rub the back of her neck as he watched her unwind, and when she tilted her head up he caught her eye. "What do you think?"

"It's…something."

He eyed her carefully, but eased up when the silly grin on her face refused to fade. "Oh?"

"Yeah. A good something. Might be a keeper even, though we'll have to test that again sometime. Just in case."

That got her another kiss, one that both let linger for as long as they could. "I think we can do that."