@gunheir asked: five times touched
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the first time she touches v, it’s in the aftermath of a fight. well, an attempted fight. if lizzy’s honest with herself it felt more like an execution. he offers her a break from the chaos of night city, a lifeline out of the city and into the badlands. she thinks about it for a few moments, and it isn’t anything about him specifically that makes her hesitate. just the optics. the potential bits of backlash from her staff for not arriving appropriately by a certain time. she looks at v, gaze pans briefly to his motorcycle before nodding her head. ❛ please, ❜ she breathes out with a nod of her head, and as v motions for her to get on, she does. chrome arms wrapping around his waist. he’s warmer than his cool toned demeanor would suggest. he flies through night city like a bullet from a sniper rifle, fast — unrelenting. the world speeds by and she holds onto him a little tighter. she doesn’t know where she’s going, and she’s okay with that.
it’s hard for her to be gentle in this metal body, but her fingertips barely graze the tattoos on his arm. his arms are wrapped around her waist, they were supposed to be on other sides of the bed but somehow it happened that he was holding her. it’s two-fifteen in the morning and for once the world is quiet. relatively quiet in north oak, anyways. his arms tighten around her as her fingertips brush skin, lazily tracing the designs that are embedded into skin. when daylight comes this won’t be talked about, this won’t even be acknowledged. however, it’s nice to not be alone or be seen as an object. even the veneer of intimacy and care is enough for her. enough for now.
lizzy doesn’t really expect to see him again, not with the way he left her apartment without so much as even a passing glance or goodbye. she isn’t naïve, people come and go from her life like roaches. yet she receives a text a few weeks later. her first inclination is to not respond, she gets attached so easily. yet, she can’t seem to stop herself. against her better nature, she goes back to that seedy motel. only to find out this time he’s armed with a truck instead of a motorcycle. her hand gently touches his own as he helps her in, and she notices the way it lingers, if only for a few seconds too long before he looks away. an almost embarrassed look on his face, but her own gaze is diverted away. this won’t end well, but it seldom does.
his name is rafael, and she likes it. it suits him more than ‘v’ does, if she’s being honest. they steal glances and take in the scene before them. synthetic optics fixate on the swirling storm and the neon lights that puncture through for fleeting moments. she jokes that it reminds her of him, the storm and his brows furrow, her hand gently rest son his shoulder. ❛ that’s not a bad thing, ❜ she remarks with a shake of her head, ❛ like you said, you can’t be stopped, neither can a storm. you can only just... try to outrun it or deal with it and try not to die. ❜ her hand drops, a faint laugh slipping from her lips. ❛ besides, storms are pretty nova, all things considered. ❜
impulsive and inebriated, lizzy escapes the monotony of yet another overcrowded party. even if it’s in her honor. even if it’s about her album, there’s nothing new here. there’s nothing that could come close to her senses, try as her staff might. the guests marveled and were awestruck, but the artist found herself bored. overstimulated by the repetition of inane and irrelevant questions, she fled to the rooftop. like her own personal phantom, rafael’s waiting there for her and eyes lit up in surprise. after some words are shared, some poking fun, she does something reckless even, or especially, for herself. she kisses him hard, it was the natural conclusion to him invading her personal space like that, her brain argues. when she pulls away, an apology slips out as well as an embarrassed laugh, only to have her apologies stifled by him kissing her. her arms drape across his shoulders, and she’s never been so grateful to be so overwhelmed.
