Rarely. Perhaps that was the key, the exception that proved the rule.
“Considering the circumstances… yeah, I think I should,” Viktor replied, pushing all those intrusive thoughts aside. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood since, despite the unusualness of the situation, he liked—maybe too much—having her around. He mimicked her posture and added, “I’ve got a question, though.”
Rarely. Perhaps that was the key, the exception that proved the rule.
“Considering the circumstances… yeah, I think I should,” Viktor replied, pushing all those intrusive thoughts aside. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood since, despite the unusualness of the situation, he liked—maybe too much—having her around. He mimicked her posture and added, “I’ve got a question, though.”
You grew up with V, running the streets, getting into trouble, watching out for each other. It wasn’t too often you found someone you could trust, that would have your backs like each other - but when V introduces you to Viktor Vektor, a boxer turned Ripperdoc, you start to question everything. It’s been you and V for so long, the two of you against the world, would you even want that to change? *** Alternate, custom ending. Street kid V. Will have some spoilers for the game but the ending will be somewhat (drastically?) different. Female reader insert. ***
If you haven’t read this self-insert fic yet you definitely should. 12 chapters in and getting close to something sexy or devastating, I can feel it. Top tier if you love slow burn with some emotional twists.
Anybody else call Vik and pretend you’re chatting with him sometimes?
I remember, at the end of “Both Sides, Now,” pacing back and forth in the rain repeating this dialogue like they were having a chat about his day while she tried not to cry.
I can’t be the only one on the crazy train to desperateville?
She began to stir, as she heard a holo from Jackie coming through.
One eyebrow raised and only able to open her right eye she answered tentatively
’Hey Chica! you got home ok!?’
’I uh…seem to be in one piece’ She patted herself with her hands checking she still had everything where it should be.
‘but my mouth tastes like the floor of the coyote.’
'Gotta delta chica"
She could hear Misty’s voice telling Jackie to go to sleep, and Jackie insisting he had to reheat a chimichanga as he hung up.
She sat up, pulling her arms from her shirt and throwing it to the floor, only there was a wall in the way. With a confused look she opened her eyes and realised that although she had made it home last night, it was not HER home she had made it to. She was alone in bed, with a glass of water sat next to her phone and her jacket folded neatly on a chair.
'fuck’Her eyes darted around to find something familiar, but nothing was triggering her memory. The bedroom door was open, and in the darkness she could make out someone sleeping on a couch in the next room. As her eyes adjusted to the lack of light, she could half make out the shape of the figure, and caught a glimpse of one heavily tattooed arm. The shoulders were broad and toned, and he was wearing a white singlet. A single boxing trophy sat on a shelf above the couch, and she realised she was at Viks.
There were some memories from the night before intruding on her thoughts. Drinking at the Coyote with Jackie…falling down the stairs…she didn’t remember talking to Vik, but had a strange memory of trying to get into the clinic.
Walking to the open door, each step her surroundings became clearer, and so did Vik. The neon lights from outside the shutters gave his skin a pinkish glow. His large frame hardly fit on the depth of the sofa, and he didn’t look especially comfortable, lying in a semi fetal position with his arms folded. Suddenly she became aware of the smell of sandalwood and smiled.
'hey….Vik’ she spoke softly as she approached wearing her singlet and her beer stained pants from a few hours previous, unsure if she wanted to wake him or not. He rolled onto his back with a heavy breath and let out a quiet sleepy moan as he stretched out his arms, returning them to be folded across his chest. She leaned over him and whispered again,
'Vik…’
His five o clock shadow was a little more like a short beard in this light, and without his glasses she could see the scar across the bridge of his nose. His shirt was tight to his body, and she found it a little odd that he was still in his work pants.
She poked his shoulder, wrapping her other arm around herself.
'i’m cold. i want a cuddle’ she jokingly sulked at the sleeping man in front of her, hoping he would wake.
His arms unfolded slowly, one hand reaching to scratch the nape of his neck, one stretching out beyond the edge of the couch.
'c'mere kid’ his eyes still closed, but his voice was as warm as ever.
She crawled over one half of his chest toward the back of the couch and lay her head on his shoulder. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her, fingers sat comfortably on her hips. In turn her hand and cheek rested on him, raising and falling with his breath.
'Do you want another blanket for the bed?’ He looked down at her and rubbed his hands over her skin back and forth, feeling the chill disappear.
'No. You’re perfect warm’ she shimmied her body into his and felt a kiss on the top of her head.
Wrapped up with each other, the sounds of Night City seemed silent. Only their breaths and calming humms of comfort hung in the air. He felt her move, and pulled his arms away so she could reposition herself. She only moved enough to press more of her body against his, her head lifted and their eyes locked.
'Did you come all the way to the clinic to pick me up?’
'I couldn’t leave you in the stairwell could I?’ He traced his fingers down the side of her cheek and followed her jawline. A brow raised as he smirked
'Even if you shot my door’
'Thankyou Dr Vektor’
She leaned to him and pressed her lips against his in a show of gratitude. As she slowly pulled herself away, he lifted a hand to the back of her neck and chased her mouth with his own, catching her lips between his. Vik, surprised at his own lack of self control flushed bright red and felt his skin burn up.
'Maybe I’m just getting old, but I don’t think thats appropriate behaviour for a Dr’ He spoke into his chest, feeling the tightness of guilt surrounding his stomach, and tightness of the growth below his belt.
'Well, i see no stethoscope?’ She pretended to search for it around the top of his shoulders.
'Also no recorder, or glove…seems it’s just me n Vik here’ His gulp was audible as she stretched a knee over his hip, enclosing him between her legs. She sat up and watched his eyes following the curves of her body with his hands rested on each of her thighs. She could feel his body responding to her touch, but was cautious of crossing a line. She had been crazy over him since the first time he shook her hand. Stood in the clinic that day, the man towered over her small frame, and so gently entered into her personal space. His hand was firm and strong, and as he smiled at her, she felt a fluttering in the pit of her stomach. Vik was her ripperdoc, and he was damned good. She knew she would rather stay friends than mess anything up, but she didnt realise he felt the same way.
’Is this…i mean, are you sure?’ He ran his hands slowly up her legs, silently begging for her to give him permission. Her head nodded in quick movements as she bit her lip and placed her tiny hands over his, drawing him up under her singlet. He could see his hands through the sheer of her top, and watched them carefully gliding over her skin as she held his wrists lightly. He cupped the underside of both breasts running his thumbs across her nipples with a slight pinch. Without realising it his hips pushed into her, causing her to moan through a deep breath as she felt his growth push against her, exasserbating the waves of electricity already flowing through her body.
She felt his knees lift behind her as he pulled his chest to meet hers, whilst lifting her top over her head and down her arms, her breasts bounced softly with every movement. He kissed at her hungrily, and the feeling of being wanted, being needed took over her senses. As thier lips explored one anothers, she rocked her hips back and forth, easing her own need somewhat with the friction. Her hands grasped at the lip of his pants, using them to pull herself down on him.
As his hands wondered across her naked skin, she felt herself shuddering. Before she realised she way agressively pulling his top away from him, as he fumbled at her zipper, desperately seeking her warmth.
