I'm Gonna Fuck You The Way You Need To Be Fucked

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V slumped down in bed; her body worn after a stressful but successful mission. She let out a deep sigh as she kicked off her shoes and threw her jacket on the floor. She closed her eyes when the familiar sound nagging at the back of her head echoed in her ears.

"That went fuckin' well."

"Shut the fuck up. We got the goods." V growled and sat up in bed. She found Johnny leaning against the wall, arms crossed with an I-don't-care attitude. "I need some rest, so can you just fuck off for the rest of the night?"

He shifted, crossing one foot over the other and lit up his usual cigarette. "At least take a shower, you fuckin' stink." He took a deep drag and blew out the smoke towards V. "And you got blood covering half your face."

V rolled her eyes in annoyance and slid out of bed. She glanced at her jacket and noticed small splatters of dried blood covering the black leather. The memory of bullet exchange and screaming ringed in her head. She shook her head at the flashback and walked over to her bathroom.

Her reflection appeared in the mirror and it was covered in blood. "Told you your face was covered in blood." V saw Johnny's reflection, leaning on the wall behind her. "And again, you smell like shit."

V grabbed her hairbrush, turned around and threw it at him. He disappeared and reappeared sitting on the edge of the counter. "I knew you were going to throw that hairbrush before you threw it, dumbass. We share same mind."

"Fuck off." V hissed and pulled off her t-shirt. "I mean it, Johnny, piss off." Johnny let out a sigh before disappearing in his usual glitchy way. She took off the rest of her clothes and stepped into the shower. She placed both hands on the wall as the water fell from above and flowed down her body. As her muscles finally begun to relax, she felt that itch she had before she took on the mission.

V looked over her shoulder. No sign of Johnny, even though she knew he was somewhere inside her head. She lowered her right hand and slid a single finger into her slit. A low moan escaped her lips as she curled her finger and pressed the palm of her hand on her nub. A small fire licked her insides and her head snapped back with a delicious sigh. Another finger slid in and she picked up her pace. It was heavenly to let go off some steam and to scratch the aching itch. She kept rubbing her clit, feeling an orgasm grow within her and her legs starting to shake.

"Enjoying yourself?" Johnny's voice made V's eyes snap open and she retrieved her hand as if she had been burnt.

"Fuck!" She barked out and looked over her shoulder. Johnny was leaning against the wall, looking up and down her body. "Johnny, for fuck's sake!" The fire within her turned to anger and she turned off the shower. Without trying to hide her body, as she assumed he had already seen her naked all the other times she was in the shower, she grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. "Five fucking minutes, Johnny. That's all I am asking for." She stomped out of the bathroom and over to her closet, where she put on a pair of panties and a t-shirt.

"I felt your orgasm build up, V. Of course I'm gonna come out and have a look. Seeing you in the shower, playing with yourself." He bit his right knuckle and tried not to think of the beautiful sight he had just seen.

V let out a deep sigh as she sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling her sore muscles sigh out with her. Johnny appeared in front of her, standing with crossed arms. "You're not gonna finish?" He asked curiously as he looked down at her.

"No... No I won't." She crawled further into bed and laid beneath the duvet. "I'm going to sleep, so you may truly fuck off now." She turned her back to him and closed her eyes shut. It didn't take long until her worn out body fell asleep.