Oh my I can't resist those offers so you get one for everything. But no pressure do the ones you like/that fit/or switch em up! *excited in any case*
Touching again Johnny’s gun felt weird. Violet’s hands, usually so comfortable with a weapon in them, were trembling as she raised the gun.
No more muscle enhancements to help her raise up the heavy piece of metal.
No more Kiroshis, to guide her aim.
No more ballistic implants, to tell her when to recharge.
Focusing on the human silhouette of the target was harder than expected, with those useless eyes Kurt loved so much.
And when her vision got blurred with tears she simply left the gun back down on the counter.
“A fucking fighter… Can't even aim properly…” She whispered to no one.
“Raise it up again, Vio”. She heard Johnny’s soft voice on the earphone.
She wiped out the tears, taking the gun back in her trembling hands to raise it up again.
“You can't see me or feel me, but I'm right behind you. My hand on yours. If you can't aim I'll lead you. Close your eyes, Violet.” She closed her eyes at his words "Now breathe with me”.
She heard him breathing and followed his breath, inhaling deeply, the air filling up her lungs, to keep it there for a few long moments and then letting it out.
“Open your eyes, Violet”.
She opened her eyes, her hands steadier than before.
“Aim”. Eyes on the target, her hands moving accordingly.
Yeah, this one is spicy :smug_kurt:
“Kurt…” Violet whispers moving slightly in her sleep. The blue glow disappears in Kurt's eyes as he turns to watch her.
She's lying next to him, in the ample bed they share, her hand softly abandoned over her head, the naked body covered by the light silk sheet. He observes the slightly accelerated breath filling her chest and escaping her open lips, as a smile creeps on his face. He reaches her body, tracing the scar on her chest with a light touch of his Realskinn hand.
“My god, Violet…” He whispers, almost inaudible, as she instinctively arches her body to meet his touch. He moves slowly his hand over her belly and between her legs uncovering her body. His fingers explore her, careful not to wake her up, as a moan escapes from her mouth.
“Damn, what you make me do”. He whispers, moving on top of her. He leans forward, over her, softly whispering in her ear as he enters inside her with a slow movement:
“Even in your dreams you're mine”.
Violet follows Aon in the freezing forest. Snow all around them, as they walk among the old and tall trees. A freezing wind hits Violet's face, carrying the snow from the ground and the trees. She's dressed up with technical clothes and an heavy coat and hat, but the cold wind seems to find every invisible opening in her clothes to freeze her to death:
“If I knew this was what you meant with training I’d never agree to it!”
She exclaims trying to stop her teeth from chattering.
“What did you expect? That I would have waited for the summer to toughen you up?” Aon answers with a sarcastic tone, “that's how we train here. And it's not even that cold!”
“Not that cold?!” Violet screams, “there's snow everywhere and this fucking wind is gonna freeze me to death!”
Aon explodes in a laughter turning to watch Violet’s angered and reddened face:
“This wind?! Violet, this is just a breeze!”
