#....bye

maybe I'll go chill out.

do some watercolors.

(AN: I didn’t really think too hard about this. I can’t remember if V could hear Johnny’s thoughts...did Johnny have thoughts like that. Whatever don’t look too hard into this. This V’s name is Venus, but it’s still V so imagine your v as this v?)

tags: mutual attraction, johnny’s a dick...but he’s soft for V, pining 

What Johnny needed more than anything in V’s world, was a cigarette.

           He ached for it like he ached to actually feel dirt under his fingers nails, to know what the crappy vending machine Burrito tasted like without V’s influence over his taste buds, to drink a tequila straight without it being muddied by V’s distaste for liquor.

           He ached for it like he ached to touch her body with his hands…not hers.

“Just one.” He said leaning against the wall behind her, watching her…their reflection in the mirror. She had taken her hair out of the sweaty bun that she had been sporting all day, the frizzy soft tresses came tumbling down around her. She made a slightly annoyed face in the mirror and ran her hand through her hair.

It was warm, soft to her touch. He wanted to pull it with is own fingers.

“I don’t smoke.” She simply said, picking up a wide tooth comb and pulling it through knots. Crusted blood fell out like red snow around her, yet she didn’t seem to notice. Just was focused on her task.

“I know you don’t Venus.” He shifted, folding his arms. “One day though.”

She smirked at him then, “Told you. You’re not getting my body.”

He knew that too. But he definitely wanted it…in many ways.

           He wasn’t sure when he had starting seeing Venus in any way that was not a intruder in his new body. It seemed like it was instant and now it was all he could seem to think about.

“What?” She sat the comb down, and turned around, her tits slightly shifting in her white cotton tank top. She smirked and he knew that if he were really in front of her, he would be as hard as chrome on his hand. “Nothing smart to say Johnny? No, I could just take it.”

He snorted and looked away for a moment, “V, if I could take your body. I would.”

Her smile slightly dropped and he noticed the tell-tale signs of arousal. He knew it well. Had seen it many times before, this time was different. Never once could he not act on arousal. He silently cursed himself, Arasaka, and everything in between.

He could see her gulp and watched her turn around, but not without taking a long glance down her frame. Her bottom half was covered by a pair of small gym shorts, barely covered anything at all. She slightly bent over the sink just enough to tease the data out of him.

“Johnny.”

“Yeah V?” He answered looking at their reflection.

“What do you think you would think of me if you were…well alive?”

“I am alive V.”

“Not like this, like…in your own body. Living your own life. Still rocking. Samurai still kicking ass.”

He snorted again, “I doubt Samurai would still be a thing, sweetheart.”

She grinned a little, “I don’t know. You’re pretty determined. If you wanted it to be a thing, it would be.”

He grinned, “You think a lot of me. I’m touched.”

“Answer the question.”

He was suddenly to the side of her, willing himself closer to her. She turned slightly and waited for his answer.

What would he think of her?

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” She said with shock in her voice.

“Yeah. I would see you as what you are, a former nomad looking for glory. Pretty face, great ass, nice tits, but after we fucked a few times you would cease to exist to me.”

Her face fell a little, “Well…that was harsh.”

“It’s the truth. But look at it this way…that Johnny would be old as sin…and you wouldn’t think much of me either.”

She grinned, “True…saggy old balls are not for me.”

He chuckled, “You think I wouldn’t replace little Johnny.”

“Nah, got too much pride. You’d use little Johnny until the balls fell off.”

They both shared a laugh, and then there was a comfortable silence.

“V.”

She looked at him, brown eyes soft, browner skin slightly dewy under florescent lighting. “Yeah?”

“This Johnny thinks you’re fine. Just fine.”

She smirked, biting her lip. “…Thanks.”

“V”

“Yeah Johnny?”