It was the time of the morning just before dawn, when you're beginning to wake but want desperately to stay asleep.
Eyes fastened tight in denial, I was still dimly aware of someone awake nearby.
Johnny, I smiled to myself. It was always Johnny. That caustic, imperious, sarcastic, seductive engram in my brain. So familiar to me now, an intimacy like I'd never shared with anyone before, an extension of self.
And that was the point wasn't it? I'd soon lose myself to that intimacy. Slowly. Maybe without even being aware of it.
Closing my consciousness to that unpleasant thought I tried to recapture the dream. Sighing deeply I reached for the ephemeral strands just behind my eyes. What was it again? I couldn't quite remember...
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The rustle of bedclothes, the soft feel of a warm hand on my hip, followed by the cold steel of a second on my breast, nipple instantly alive between metal fingers.
Insistent lips below my ear traced a line to my collarbone. Demanding something unspoken which I was all too willing to give.
I felt his weight hovering above me, and spread my legs in instinctive welcome. I was his, nothing else mattered if I was his.
Our bodies met, my soft breasts pressed hard against the panels of his chest. He groaned low in his throat and kissed me as he settled between my thighs.
I could feel him at my entrance. Hard. Ready. Poised before my already dripping pussy with... hesitation? Why?
His head rested on the pillow next to me, breath warm on my ear as he whispered, almost begging, "Please? V."
My breath caught in my chest. This man, this unfathomably self-absorbed legend... this unyielding rebel filled with rage who bombed Arasaka Tower.... Wanted my permission.
Too overwhelmed for words, I turned and found his lips in the dark, filling the moment with everything unsaid between us.
Every moment of tension during the last few weeks cumulating in this one passionate connection. I reached my hands between our legs and guided him to my slick opening.
Wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms across his waist, I drew him closer, desperate to feel him within me.
He moaned when he breached the threshold of my tunnel. My answering gasp cut short by another brutal kiss. Each of us demanding submission. Neither willing to give ground.
With a muttered oath he drove his impressive length deep into me, and I bit my lip to keep back a scream.
Sinking my nails into his shoulder blades, I set the rhythm as he rocked his hips back and plunged forward again, meeting my reckless thrusts.
I could feel him pressing against the mouth of my cervix every time, and my voice pitched sharp on each indrawn breath.
Feelings long denied poured through me, and I clutched him. Needing to become one in body as well as mind. One self, one soul.
