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V knocked on the door, nervously chewing on her lip as she waited. Vik finally answered, blinking sleep from his eyes. He stood in the doorway, a confused and sleepy frown furrowing his brows. He wore nothing but lounge shorts, and his hair was mussed from sleep. V’s heart thudded in her chest and her mouth went dry. She didn’t know how it was possible, but someone had reached inside her body and squeezed every last molecule of air from her lungs. Fuck, she’d missed him.
“V?” he said groggily. “What are you doing here? It’s three in the morning.”
“Yeah, uh,” V rubbed a hand down her neck, “sorry. I didn’t realize it was so late.”
“Are you okay? Do we need to go to the clinic?”
“No, no. Nothing like that,” V cleared her throat. “I was hoping we could just talk. There’s something I need to tell you.”
Vik regarded her for a long moment, considering. She looked tired, but that was nothing out of the ordinary for her, but she was dressed for going out in a sleeveless metallic gold bodysuit under a cropped leather jacket, a black pleather mini skirt that could probably have passed for a super wide belt, and knee-high stiletto boots. “What the hell,” he shrugged, “I’m awake now anyway. Come on in.”
“Thanks.” She climbed the steps and took a tentative step inside his apartment, the memories crashing over her like a wave. It was a mess, the opposite of how it had been when she’d last been there. V closed her eyes for a moment, refusing to kick herself for that again. That’s why she was there, to try and fix it.
Vik leaned against the kitchenette counter facing V, his hands resting on the surface and his legs crossed casually at the ankles. “So, what’s so important that you had to come drag me out of bed?”
“I, uh, wanna tell you my real name.” V swallowed the lump in her throat as he stared at her with a stunned expression.
A weighted silence fell between them as Vik studied V’s face. “Are you high?” he finally asked, making a face.
V snorted and rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not high, Vik. You know I don’t do drugs.”
“Fine,” he replied, “how much Centzón did you drink tonight?”
“Oh my god, Vik!” V put one hand on her hip and gestured widely with the other, letting it fall against her thigh. “I am a hundred percent sober, alright?”
Vik stared at her, hating the way his heart and his body reacted to the sight of her standing in front of him, her black eyeliner smudged just enough to make her green eyes stand out, her black lipstick drawing his attention to her full lips. He mentally cursed himself as his mind oh so helpfully chose right then to remind him of how much he missed the feeling of those lips on his.
“Alright,” he said finally, mentally shoving the thought away. “Why? Why now? We’ve been avoiding each other for weeks and now you decide you want to do this? I need a reason, V.”
“Because—” V hesitated, taking a deep breath before she continued, “because I love you. Because I miss you more than I thought anyone could miss another human being. Because I fucked up so bad and I don’t have any idea how to fix it, other than to lay it all out.”
V shrugged out of her cropped leather motorcycle jacket, revealing her phoenix tattoo that ran the length of her left arm, along with a new lotus blossom tattoo on the right side of her neck. She laid the jacket across the arm of the couch, and Vik swallowed, forcing himself to keep his breathing steady. He still wasn’t one hundred percent sure whether this a whiskey dream or if she was really there, but he was definitely leaning toward the former. That’s how most of his nights went now, anyway.
“Vik,” V murmured, taking a step forward, crossing her arms as she studied his expression. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” He cleared his throat. “Go on.”
V sighed. “‘kay, here goes. My name—is Valkyrie.”
Vik stared at her, mouth hanging slightly open. She’d actually told him. This whole thing had to be a dream. It the most obvious explanation, otherwise he owed Garry the Prophet a heartfelt apology because aliens absolutely existed and one of them was currently possessing V.
“Say something,” V said, twisting her fingers nervously. “I know to you it’s just a name, but to me it’s the same as baring my soul.”
Words failed him—they always did when it came to things like this, so he did the only other thing he could think of. He pushed himself off the counter and crossed the space between them, gently taking her face into his hands. “I love you, V,” he murmured.
“Shut up and kiss me then,” V said, snaking her arms around his neck to bury her fingers in his hair as his mouth crashed into hers. Her lips parted and a soft whine crawled up her throat as he grabbed her by the hips and held her body against his. The heady combination of his solid body, the subtle scent of his aftershave, and the taste of whiskey and cinnamon on his lips left her head swimming and turned her legs to jelly. She felt his body react to her kiss, and her breath caught in her throat as she realized that it didn’t matter how much time they spent apart, it was as though no time had passed at all.
Vik’s hands slid down her back and over her ass, her skirt riding up over her hips. A surprised sound escaped her throat as he lifted her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around him, her mouth never leaving his. He turned and set her on the counter, breaking the kiss to leave a trail of hard, nipping kisses along her neck and shoulder. V let out a shaking breath and let her head fall back as Vik pulled the top of her bodysuit down to her waist, tracing his fingers lightly over the curves of her breasts.
“God, I’ve missed you,” V murmured, burying one hand in his hair as his mouth closed over one nipple. Vik hummed an answer, his hand trailing along the curve beneath her other breast. A shuddering breath escaped her dry throat, and for a moment she wondered if it was all a dream. God knew she dreamed about him most nights and they always ended the same way—with her waking up alone.
Vik trailed his hand down to her hip, stroking the skin of her hip between the top of her skirt and her suit with his thumb. “Vik,” V murmured, closing her eyes and scraping her teeth across her lip as he trailed kisses across her collarbone, leaving her skin shivering in their wake.
He traced the outline of her bodysuit down between her legs in an agonizingly slow movement as he whispered something she couldn’t hear, his breath hot against her skin. He could feel the thrum of her pulse beneath his lips, hear the hitch of her breath near his ear as he undid the bodysuit snaps one at a time. His fingers moved expertly between her folds, rubbing her clit in slow circles. V was more than ready for him, and for a moment he was torn between fucking her fast and hard right then or taking his sweet time with her.
V bit her lip and spread her legs wider as he pushed two fingers inside her, reveling in the sensation. Even if it was a dream, his touch felt too damn good to worry about it right then. Every coherent thought left her mind and every fiber of her body felt as though she was going to burn up from the inside as he moved his fingers expertly inside her. No matter how much time they’d been apart, he knew her body as well as he knew his own. When he kissed her again, hungry and needing, a rush of heat surrounded his fingers as she tightened around them. She whimpered a moan and let her head fall back, her eyes closed. Her nails scraped the surface of the counter as she tried to resist her rapidly approaching climax, but she was at Vik’s mercy, and they both knew it.
“Come for me, cariño,” Vik murmured, his breath hot against her skin as he teased kisses over the swell of her breasts. Unable and unwilling to fight against the pleasure that threatened to swallow her whole, V let go, free falling into oblivion as she screamed his name. “That’s my girl.” A smile played at the corners of his mouth as she moaned, her breath little more than ragged gasps as the last tremors of pleasure washed over her.
V pulled him into another searing kiss, and the moan that escaped her throat as his tongue found hers was almost more than he could take. V sighed through her nose and pushed his shorts down over this hips with uncharacteristically trembling fingers. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and stroked the length of him, marveling at how his entire body shivered at her touch. Just as she’d been powerless to resist him, V’s hold over his body and heart was impossible to fight—and he had no desire to try.
“V—“ he whispered, his breath hitching in his throat as she smiled at him, quickly finding the rhythm she knew he liked. Vik lost all reason and the rest of that thought as his body gave into her touch, and he could think of nothing else right then but fucking her senseless. V sucked in a breath as he grabbed the back of her thighs, kneading the muscled flesh as he pulled her toward him and buried himself inside her. Her body reacted to him instantly and heat filled her core as he gave her a few slow, teasing thrusts.
“C’mon and fuck me like you mean it, Vik.” V smirked at him in challenge as she moved her hips against him. She leaned back on her hands and her head fell back, several strands of hair falling loose from the pins that had once held them. She scraped her teeth across kiss swollen lips, allowing all the emotions she’d locked away while they were apart to overwhelm her. A moan crawled up her throat when Vik’s fingers dug into her hips as he thrust fast and deep.
“That what you want?” he murmured, letting her moans of pleasure fuel his own desire. He didn’t know what would happen when this spell they were under was broken, but he also didn’t fucking care. V was in his arms again, everything else could fuck off to whatever hell it came from and leave the two of them in peace.
“Mmm, yeah,” she moaned, gripping the edges of the counter, her nails digging into the surface again as she bit her lip and whimpered, riding the rising waves of pleasure that ripped through her body, dancing like electricity along her skin and leaving her craving every bit of him. “Oh my god—don’t stop.” V’s breath was little more than shuddering gasps as she begged for more.
V wrapped her fingers around his forearms, her nails digging into the hard muscle as her insides squeezed and fluttered around his cock. When his name left her lips in a pleasured cry, he nearly lost the tenuous grip he had on his self-control. He quickened his pace again, his fingers digging into her waist hard enough to leave fingerprints in her flesh. Moments later, a groan clawed its way from his throat as his climax shuddered through every fiber of his body and stars danced along the edges of his vision, leaving him dizzy and breathless.
V grinned as she closed her eyes and leaned back on her hands. “So—we should definitely do that again.”
Vik laughed, pulling her into a deep kiss. “How about right now?”