Luck of the devil

"Shiiiiiiii-"

Your scream is cut off when you crash through a window, instead of splattering yourself on the pavement. Turns out you did have enough forward momentum to carry you over and the wire coming loose meant that you dropped enough to hit a window instead of the brick wall.

You roll and roll and roll until you hit a fridge, causing it to tumble over and crash on top of you.

"Ouch", you curse. Okay, so this VR is REALLY fucking authentic. You hurt all over and your mood isn't improved by your Biomonitor helpfully listing just exactly where you've been cut and where the bruises are forming.

You kick the fridge to the side, wipe the mayo and salad dressing off your face and get up. A family of four, their trideo screen now forgotten, is staring at you from their couch, a meter away, mouths agape.

"Uh, hi. Sorry 'bout the window", you offer. They don't react. You shrug, find the exit and leave. As you make your way down to street level, you sneak into the alley between buildings and make your way behind it, reaching the fire escape just as Fox comes down on it.

"Good to see you alive, Bear", she quips, flashing you a grin. It's infectious, so you grin back at her and give her a thumbs up. Well, you would but seems that your thumb got seared straight off at some point. And you're not going to back and look for it. Dammit. No more dual-wielding for you, at least until you find a street doc to make you a replacement.

Fox jumps down and you catch her easily. She weighs almost nothing and you hold her in your arms, which is the only way your eyes can be at the same level. She stares at you for a moment, before reaching forward and kissing you, full-on, mouth-to-mouth. Her tongue comes out and you let it in. Soon her arms are wrapped around your head, her legs trying to wrap around your torso, your hands fondling her taut buttocks while holding her up, your tongues dueling, eyes closed. Even the smell of blood, sweat, and gunpowder is just complimenting the whole scene.

After an eternity, you both come up for air, gasping and panting. Her eyes are two smoldering orbs of passion. Your cyberdick, supposedly always under control, is fully erect and throbbing like mad. When did that happen?

"So", she starts, before kissing you furiously again, this time biting your lower lip. In response, you bump your tusks against her teeth and she hisses but your tongue cuts it off as it invades her smaller mouth, which she then bites in retaliation.

"So", she starts again. "My commlink tells me that I have an old hideout nearby. Just ten blocks away or so. We could go there and, I dunno lay low for a bit. Maybe celebrate this successful mission?" While she is talking, her one hand is playing with your ear and her other hand is running down your chest.

You think it's a fucking fantastic idea. You toss her over your shoulder and take off running. Her commlink asks for access to yours and you grant it - this allows her to upload the location to you and soon your minimap is guiding you. You thank her by patting her ass, though the crazy elf just laughs, her long white hair trailing behind you.