Pisces

"You're incorrigible," Judy breathed, her hips grinding down against V's thigh. The friction sent sparks through V's core. Every nerve ending screamed for more contact, more closeness. The warmth pooling low in her belly was almost painful in its intensity.

The apartment air hung thick with their mingled breaths, sweat-slick skin sliding against each other in a rhythm older than Night City. Judy's thigh pressed harder against V's center, drawing a ragged gasp that vibrated against Judy's collarbone where V's mouth was busy leaving a trail of possessive marks.

"Incorrigible?" V nipped lightly, her voice muffled against heated flesh. "You started this when you sent that damn holo."

Judy's answering laugh dissolved into a moan as V's hands slid down her spine, fingertips digging possessively into the swell of her hips. The friction between them intensified - Judy's deliberate roll of her own hips meeting V's upward thrust with perfect, practiced synchronicity. There was no hesitation, only the raw, electric urgency of bodies reacquainted. The discarded clothes lay forgotten on the floor like shed skins, irrelevant against the primal need filling the room.

Then Judy began kissing her way down Vs body. Her lips traced old scars and fresh bruises from the scav fight - each touch a silent inventory of V's dangerous life. The rasp of Judy's tongue over a healing bullet graze above V's hipbone made her arch off the sheets. "Careful," V gasped, fingers tightening in Judy's hair. "That one's still tender."

"Oh?" Judy smirked. "What about this one?" She slid her tongue over Vs pussy lips. The sudden warmth and pressure stole V's breath, her hips jerking upward involuntarily. Judy's chuckle vibrated against her skin as she parted V with deliberate slowness, tasting her with a low hum of approval. The sensation was electric—hot, wet, and impossibly intimate. V's fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white. "Fuck, Jude—don't tease."

Judy didn't. Her mouth closed over V's clit, sucking firmly as her fingers slipped inside. V cried out, the dual **** shattering her control. Judy knew her body like a master technician knew a braindance rig—every sensitive node, every hidden override. The scrape of teeth, the flat press of tongue, the curl of fingers hitting that sweet spot deep within—it was orchestrated chaos. V's thighs trembled, her heels digging into the mattress as she fought to keep her eyes open, to watch Judy's dark lashes flutter against her skin.

The world narrowed to sensation: the slick heat between her legs, Judy's damp hair sticking to V's thigh, the sharp tang of sex and sweat cutting through the stale apartment air. Distant sirens wailed three blocks over, a bass thump from the club downstairs vibrated the floorboards, but it all faded beneath Judy's ragged breaths and V's own choked gasps. Johnny's phantom cigarette smoke lingered near the ceiling, mercifully silent for once.

V's fingers scrambled from the sheets to clutch Judy's shoulder, nails biting into skin. "Don't stop—*god*, Jude—right there—" Her voice cracked as Judy's tongue flickered faster, relentless against her clit while those knowing fingers crooked inside her, hitting that deep, electric spot again and again. The pressure built like a grenade priming in her belly—tight, hot, inevitable. Judy moaned against her, the vibration sending fresh shockwaves through V's nerves.

The climax hit her like a maxed-out Sandevistan punch—sudden, brutal, leaving her gasping and shuddering. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as her back arched off the mattress, every muscle locking then dissolving into liquid heat. Judy held her through it, mouth soft now, gentling her as tremors racked V's body. When V finally collapsed back, sweat-slicked and trembling, Judy lifted her head, chin glistening, eyes dark with satisfaction. "Missed doing that," she murmured, voice husky.