Double Life

Judy snorted, elbowing her way up to straddle V’s waist. Her thighs bracketed V’s hips, still glistening. "Romantic as a landmine, gonk." But her fingers were gentle as they traced the fresh bruise blooming across V’s ribs—chartreuse under the flickering neon.

"Hey you're the one sending me nudes when Im in a gun fight." Vs hands moved over Judy's stomach, fingertips brushing the curve of her hip—still electric with aftershocks. Judy's eyelashes fluttered as V's thumb traced the underside of her breast.

"Got you here didn't it?" Judy's smirk faltered as V's fingers traced her tattoos. Mapping them like new code. Despite having seeing them many times before, V still traced them with reverence—like every line told a story. Judy's breath hitched when V's thumb grazed her nipple—still oversensitive.

Then Vs hand went down and two fingers went up and in.

Judy gasped, arching into the intrusion, her thighs clamping around Vs wrist. "Fuck—you're still—" Her protest dissolved into a moan as V crooked her fingers, finding that rough patch inside that made Judy's toes curl. The stretch burned deliciously, muscles fluttering around knuckles still slick from Judy's climax. V watched her—really watched—the way Judy's lips parted around silent curses, how her hips rolled into each thrust with **** precision.

That was when Vs phone went off. Rogues number lite up her holo-display—urgent red—casting jagged shadows across Judy’s heaving chest. Judy groaned, forehead dropping to V’s shoulder as her hips stuttered. "Ignore it," she panted, nails digging crescents into V’s forearm.

"She'll keep calling." V groaned but then smirked shoving her fingers deeper. "Be quiet." She answered the call.

"V!" Rogue's voice crackled through the holo, sharp with static. "Got a Tyger Claw hit squad tearing through Japantown looking for your chrome ass. They're—”

"Probably pissed I took out half of them an hour ago." V said moving her fingers around in Judy. "Look Rogue I'm kinda knuckles deep in something important."

Judy fought a moan as she leaned back slightly—just enough to glare down at V with lidded, dangerous eyes. The movement made V’s fingers twist deeper inside her, and Judy’s breath hitched. She ground her hips down against V’s wrist, silently demanding more even as she reached out and flicked the holo-call to mute. "You’re such a gonk," she breathed, voice wrecked.

V grinned, shifting her thumb to press firm circles against Judy’s clit while her other fingers curled—just enough to make Judy’s thighs tremble. "You love it." The muffled sound of Rogue’s irritated shouting continued from the holo-display, casting erratic red pulses over Judy’s sweat-slicked collarbone.

"What Rogue?" V asked. "Johnny's not here right now, try back—"

Judy's hips jerked violently as V deliberately crooked her fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot with surgical precision. A bitten-off moan escaped Judy's lips—too loud—and V watched, mesmerized, as Judy's free hand flew to her own mouth, her teeth sinking into the fleshy pad of her thumb to stifle the sound. The leather collar of Rogue's jacket creaked through the holo-speaker. "Christ, V. You picking fights or fucking?"

"Both," V gasped as Judy's hips snapped down harder, her inner muscles clamping around V's fingers in rhythmic pulses. The holo-call's glow painted Judy's tensed abdomen in lurid crimson as she rode V's hand with furious precision, her breath coming in ragged hitches. Static crackled from the muted feed where Rogue was mid-rant about Claws and collateral damage.

Judy's free hand tangled in V's hair, yanking her head back. "Say bye," she growled, voice trembling with barely restrained pleasure.

"Rogue I got to let you go. Got a BIG job on my hand right now." V ended the call mid-sentence as Judy’s hips stuttered—her orgasm hitting like a power surge, back arching sharply enough to pop vertebrae. V watched, entranced, as Judy’s mouth fell open in silent ecstasy, her thighs shaking violently around V’s wrist. The wet heat clinging to V’s fingers was obscene in the best way.

Judy collapsed forward, panting against V’s neck, her sweat dripping onto the sheets. "You’re dead when I can move again," she mumbled into damp skin, though her fingers traced lazy circles on V’s stomach.

"Hmm. So I should tie you to the bed before then?"

Judy exhaled a tired laugh, her breath warm against V's collarbone. Outside, a distant explosion rattled the windows—probably another corpo skyscraper getting lit up by some suicidal edgerunners. The resulting fire painted Judy's sweat-slicked back in flickering orange, her tattoos shifting like living things in the unstable light. V traced the outline of a koi fish inked near Judy's ribs—new since last month—and felt the way her muscles twitched at the touch. Still sensitive. Still perfect.

"Try it," Judy murmured, her teeth grazing V's pulse point in a lazy threat. "See how many fingers you got left when I'm done with you." She shifted her weight, deliberately pressing her knee against V's still-throbbing clit—a slow, torturous grind that made V's thighs tense. The sheets stuck to their skin, reeking of sex and gun oil. Somewhere in the building, a neighbor started blaring trashy rock loud enough to vibrate the walls.

"Still talking." V smirked and rose above Judy. "Lets out that mouth to use babe." She moved to have her bare pussy above Judy's face ans then sat down.

Judy’s muffled laugh vibrated against V’s thighs before her tongue swiped a slow, testing stripe upward—teasing the damp folds with deliberate laziness. V’s hips jerked instinctively, fingers tangling in Judy’s hair as she arched into the wet heat. "Fuck—" The curse dissolved into a gasp when Judy’s hands gripped her ass, pulling her down harder onto her mouth. Judy’s tongue circled her clit with practiced precision, alternating sharp flicks with broad, flattening strokes that had V’s thighs trembling.

V gripped Judy's hair tighter as pleasure coiled low in her belly—a livewire about to snap. Judy hummed against her, the vibration sending jolts up V's spine that made her toes curl into the sweat-damp sheets.

The rhythm was relentless: Judy's tongue flicking over V's clit in quick, precise circles while her nose pressed against her entrance, breathing her in like something sacred. V's thighs trembled with the effort of holding herself up, her cybernetic hand denting the cheap headboard further. Neon from the street below pulsed through their grimy window—first arterial red, then biotech green—painting Judy's shoulders in shifting hues as she worked.

V gasped when Judy's fingers dug into the meat of her ass, spreading her wider. "Jesus *fuck*, Jude—" The words fractured as Judy's tongue plunged inside her, rough and hungry, before retreating to lave at her clit again. The wet sounds were obscene, mingling with the distant wail of sirens three blocks over. Judy moaned against her, the vibration ricocheting through V's nerves like a livewire.

The headboard cracked against the wall with each **** roll of V's hips. She could feel Judy's smirk against her skin—smug bastard—right before teeth grazed her clit in a sharp warning. V's vision whited out for a second, her cyberhand tearing through the headboard entirely. "Gonna—*shit*—" Her thighs clamped around Judy's ears as the orgasm ripped through her, violent and consuming.

Judy didn't let up. She lapped at V's oversensitive flesh with slow, filthy strokes until V was writhing, torn between pulling away and grinding down harder. The neon glow outside shifted to emergency amber, casting Judy's glistening chin in lurid light when she finally pulled back. "Taste like victory," she murmured, swiping her thumb through the mess before sucking it clean.

V slid off Judy and laid on her back as Judy cuddled into her side resting her head in the corner of her neck and shoulder. Both women were breathing heavily in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

"I say we get some sleep and wake in a few hours for round four." V suggested.

Judy chuckled against V's collarbone, her breath warm and tickling. "You're gonna kill me one of these days," she murmured, tracing idle circles on V's stomach.

"You'll die with a smile," V muttered, pressing a kiss to Judy's sweat-damp hair. The neon pulse outside flickered again—some failing advertisement for trauma team platinum—casting their tangled limbs in erratic blue strobes. Judy's breathing evened out first, her fingers slackening where they'd been gripping V's hip.