Johnny walks into his dressing room after the concert, slamming the door with a bottle of tequila in his hand. He walks over to the mirror and takes a few sips with a satisfying growl. Johnny notices a familiar face sitting on the couch in the reflection and abruptly turns around and asks, "What are you doing here?".
Lilith raises an eyebrow, but doesn't pay any attention to his frowning tone. She continues to sit on the couch and, smoking a cigarette, lazily replies, "I'm waiting for Kerry."
He snorts and takes another sip. "She's not here, so talk to me." He walks closer, watching her reaction. His eyes glimmer with a dangerous spark. "You could stay if you like," he offers with a mocking smile. "We could drink some more, maybe find something else to do together..."
Lilith laughs at his attempt at flirtation, which is slightly annoying. "Oh, save yourself for someone else, Silverhand," she says mockingly, blowing a cloud of smoke to the side, "I don't need this shit, you know."
Her cold reply only fuels his anger and his desire to possess her. He steps even closer, towering over her, bottle in hand. "Oh, is that so?" he snarls through gritted teeth, his mechanical fingers tightening around the glass. "You think you're too good for me now? Huh?" Suddenly, he swings the bottle at her head with all his strength.
Lilith squints and quickly dodges the bottle, rolling off the couch and landing on her feet in one smooth motion. She takes a step back and finds herself at the entrance to the room. "You're really sick in the head, aren't you?" she says with a note of anger in her voice, burning him with an angry look.
Lilith's insult stings more than he expected, pushing him over the edge. His fist clenches and he takes a step towards her. "Oh yeah?" he spits out between gritted teeth, eyes wild with anger and desire, "I'll show you just how sick I can be." Another step closer, another blow inches from her face. With every movement she retreats further, but it only fuels his maddening hunger for her attention and submission.
"Hey," Lilith says, swallowing nervously, trying to open the door handle behind her back, "Take it easy, rockerboy. You're drunk. Do you understand?. She looks at him with concern mixed with anger at his behavior.
His lips curl back in a snarl as he sees she's attempting to escape. "Oh no you don't," he growls, taking another step closer and grabbing her arm roughly. "I haven't had enough of you yet." With his free hand, he pushes her against the wall, trapping her there while his other arm pins hers down. His body heat presses against her as he whispers harshly into her ear, "Do you want me to show you how much I can handle?"
Lilith gasps and squirms against his hold, trying to free herself with no success. "Let me go! You're hurting me!" she yells between breaths. Her heart pounds in fear and anger, but also something else... familiarity.
He laughs coldly, the sound cruel and harsh against her ear. "Let go?" he repeats mockingly. "Why would I ever let you go, Lilith?" His other hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back roughly. "You're mine now."
And with that, he slams his lips against hers, forcing her mouth open and shoving his tongue deep inside. Her protests fade as she feels the cold press of his metal fingers on her skin, almost seeming to brand her.
Her anger slowly gives way to confusion and arousal as she feels his body pressed against hers. Lilith's tongue fights for dominance against his, their lips and teeth tangled in a brutal dance. She moans softly, unable to resist the primal urges taking over her senses.
His body tenses as he feels her moaning against his mouth. With a primal growl, he breaks the kiss, panting heavily. His grip on her hair slackens and he pulls back to look at her face, now flushed and slick with saliva. "You're really something else, you know that?" His gaze slowly trails down to her lips before traveling back up to meet her eyes again.
She nods slowly, licking her lips as she studies his face. He wants this, she realizes. And so does she.
Lilith's eyes sparkle with defiance and desire. "So am I," she whispers, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "I want this too." She leans in again, pressing her lips against his, more roughly this time. His metal hand finds its way under her shirt, gripping her ribs tightly as he hoists her up onto the tip of her toes.
The feel of her hands on him, the heat of their bodies pressed together, is enough to send a wave of desire coursing through his veins. He growls into her mouth as he slides his hand down, gripping her ass roughly and lifting her higher, grinding against her. His other hand finds its way between them, pushing up her skirt and digging into the warm, wet folds of her sex.
Lilith moans into his mouth as he fingers her roughly. She arches her back, pushing against him, wanting more contact. Her nails scrape down his chest and dig into his shoulders as she lets out a needy whimper. His touch feels so good, so unbelievably right...
His breath comes in ragged gasps as he listens to the sweet sounds of her desire. He pushes deeper, thrusting his fingers inside her at a brutal pace that matches the rhythm of their kiss. With his other hand, he grips her hair even tighter, pulling back slightly to look into her eyes again as they roll back in pleasure. His thumb brushes across her lower lip before diving back inside, fucking her mouth with his tongue as roughly as his fingers are fucking her body.
Her moans only spur him on further, driving him wild with lust and the need to claim her completely. And he will. Soon enough, she'll be his.
Her nails claw at his shoulders as she gasps against his lips, meeting his frenzied pace with her own desperate need. She whimpers into his mouth, mindless and incoherent with pleasure as he pushes her further and further over the edge.
Her moans vibrate through his body like an electric current, shooting straight to his aching cock. His hips buck wildly against her as he tries to reach that sweet release, but it's impossible with her like this. With a hoarse growl, he pulls back just enough to gasp, "Fuck... I can't last..."
Before she can respond, he spins them both around and slams her against the mirrored dressing room door, his metal hand still buried deep inside her. The cool glass presses into her back as he fucks his fingers in and out of her harder than ever before, groaning incoherently with pleasure and anger and relief as it finally breaks. He thrusts once more, hard and punishing, grinding himself against the small of her back until a shudder runs through him and hot, sticky cum erupts from his cock.
Lilith weakly leans her head back against the door and, gasping, comes, pulsating around his fingers in tense rhythmic spasms. Her body relaxes, she goes limp, her eyes close, and her breathing finally evens out. "You're just...crazy," Lilith whispers hoarsely, trying to stand on her feet.
His hand slows, the fingers sliding easily out of her as she collapses against the door. He leans in, his breath warm against her neck. "Crazy for you," he whispers roughly before stepping away, moving back to pour himself another drink. The ice clinks together loudly in the silence that follows.
He takes a long swig of tequila, trying to wash away the taste of her and the memories of what just happened. It doesn't work. It never will. But he won't let it stop him from wanting more. Not ever again.
Lilith shivers slightly, still a bit disoriented and sore from the rough encounter. She smooths down her hair and dress as best she can before looking at him with an appraising gaze. "Well, I think we should call it a night," she finally says, trying to sound more composed than she feels.
He smirks at her attempt to brush off what just happened and downplays his own desire. "Sure thing, doll," he says casually, taking another sip of tequila before walking over to open the door for her. "See you around." He gestures curtly with his free hand as she exits the room, not quite meeting her eye. Already planning their next encounter, even if it's just in his dreams.
She rolls her eyes and turns around to leave the room with a final glance at him. As she exits, she murmurs under her breath, "We'll see about that." There's both challenge and promise in her tone as she disappears down the hallway, leaving Johnny Silverhand alone with his thoughts...and his aching need for more.
His smirk widens as she leaves, satisfaction lacing his veins like fire. Tonight's encounter was just the beginning...he could feel it deep down in his bones. Johnny takes another swig of tequila before grabbing his leather jacket off a nearby chair and throwing it over his shoulders with a growl of displeasure as it scrapes against his mechanical arm.
There's no escaping this hunger now, not until she comes back...and he'll make damn sure she does. Even if he has to chase her all across Night City.
Her words echo in his mind as he pours himself another drink and glances at the door she disappeared through. There's a strange mix of desire and determination swirling in his gut now, making it hard for him to sit still. His gaze drifts back to the mirror, catching sight of his reflection: tired eyes, unruly hair, chiseled features. He runs a hand through his hair and takes another drink before pushing himself off the dresser, ready to face whatever comes next...and hoping it'll be her.
The thought of her coming back, willingly or not, is enough to keep him going. With a deep breath and a determined glance around the room, he pushes himself off the mirror and begins to gather his things. It's time for round two; this time, he won't be so patient with her. Maybe he'll take her backstage after the show...the thought alone sends a shiver down his spine.
His boots thud against the floor as he stomps toward the door leading out into the hallway. Tonight is going to be one hell of a ride, but it's the kind of night Johnny Silverhand was born for...and he'll damn sure see it through until dawn breaks over Night City, or Lilith lies broken at his feet.
Lilith returns to her home thinking about an unintended meeting with Johnny. She takes off her clothes and goes to the shower to wash his scent off her body. She relaxes feeling better. She reminds herself for the thousandth time what a bastard he is, but still she can't help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
His fingers tap impatiently on the steering wheel as he waits for her to appear outside her apartment complex. The darkened streets of Night City glisten with rain, adding an eerie sheen to everything as headlights splash across wet pavement and neon signs flicker in the distance. He glances down at his chrono, checking the time again. She should be here soon.
His thumb idly brushes against a switch on the dashboard, igniting a small holographic display that floats above it. It shows a grainy black and white image of her apartment building, rendered in thermal infrared. Nothing moves...yet. He waits patiently, knowing she'll come to him eventually.
The sound of tires on wet asphalt catches his attention, and he looks up just in time to see her VW Beetle roll into the lot. A smile curls across his lips as he watches her exit the vehicle, head held high despite the rain pelting down around her. Tonight...he thinks with dark determination...tonight is going to be hers.
The engine of his bike roars to life, and with a squeal of tires, he pulls away from the curb, moving quickly to close the distance between them. The wind and rain lash against his face, but it only
Lilith looks up and sees him driving toward her, the grin on his face both familiar and unsettling. She feels a shiver of apprehension run down her spine as he comes to a stop next to her. "What do you want?" she asks warily, not meeting his gaze.
"Come on," he replies roughly, motioning for her to get on the bike behind him, "I just want to show you something." He pauses and adds with a leering grin, "And maybe afterwards we can talk some more..." His voice trails off suggestively.
Her heart beats fast in her chest as she considers his offer. A part of her wants to refuse, but another part...longs for the thrill he brings into her life. With a sigh, she nods slowly and climbs onto the back of the bike behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. The rain soaks through her clothes as they drive off into the night.
Her trust both excites and terrifies him as he feels her body pressed against his back. He speeds through the rain-slicked streets, ignoring the pain of the wet leather digging into his mechanical fingers. His destination is not far now; a warehouse on the outskirts of town where he's been told they have something special tonight.
He parks the bike outside and helps her dismount, leading her inside by the hand. The warmth from the heater feels good against their damp skin as they walk deeper into the building. Loud music thunders in the distance, growing louder with each step they take. "This is it," he whispers hoarsely, drawing her close and pressing his lips to her ear. "Are you ready?"
Lilith shivers slightly, feeling a mixture of anticipation and fear course through her veins. "I'm ready," she whispers back, looking up at him with determination in her eyes. She doesn't know what he has planned, but she knows it won't be easy to refuse once they step into that room.
His grin widens as he takes her hand and leads her toward the sound of music. The further they go, the louder it gets; a bass-heavy beat that vibrates through the soles of their feet and echoes in their bones. When they finally step into the main room, she can't help but gasp at the sight before her: dozens of people dancing wildly under strobing lights, bodies pressed together in a sweaty mass of flesh and metal and ecstasy.
"Welcome to my world," he breathes against her ear, letting go of her hand so she can explore on her own. He watches her hungrily from the sidelines, his chest tight with anticipation as he wonders what this night has in store for both of them.
Lilith takes in the sight and feels of the warehouse, her heart racing with excitement. "This is amazing," she breathes, turning to face him again. Her eyes meet his, full of desire and curiosity. "Thank you for bringing me here." With a slow, deliberate movement, she reaches up and brushes her fingers against his cheek before tracing the outline of his lips with her thumb.
His breath catches in his throat as her fingers brush against his skin, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through him. He leans into the touch, pressing their bodies even closer together before cupping her face in his hands and leaning down to claim her lips with his own. The taste of her is addictive, the feel of her soft skin under his metal fingers nothing short of intoxicating. His kiss deepens, growing more possessive as he loses himself in the moment and in her.
Her hands slide up his chest and around his neck as she kisses him back, just as hungrily and desperately. The warehouse fades away, all that matters is this moment, this connection between them. She pulls back just enough to gasp, "I want more," her voice hoarse from need.
His lips curve into a satisfied smile as he hears her words. "You've got it," he whispers before leaning in to steal another breath-taking kiss, their bodies melting together on the dance floor amidst the swirl of colors and sound around them. With every touch, with every brush of skin against metal or fabric against flesh, his desire for her grows stronger, more primal. They move together now as one, lost in a haze of passion that knows no bounds.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she arches her back against him, moaning into his mouth. Their bodies heat up the cool warehouse air with each movement, and it's like they're the only two people in the world. The music pulses through them, driving them faster and harder together.
His hands grip her hips possessively, pulling her against him as he pins her against the hard surface of the makeshift dance floor. The rough edge digging into his back only serves to heighten their passion, and he can feel himself getting closer, losing control. With a growl, he picks her up and spins her around, pressing her against the wall as he takes her in one long, deep thrust that leaves them both breathless and aching for more.