Looking away, he focused on cleaning the dried bloodstains and fixing the main door. It would have been much harder if not for the Sonic Screwdriver. He wiped the entire floor of the house clean and then fixed the bullet holes here and there using the screwdriver to vibrate and manipulate the chanical parts.
But the holes in the wall needed cent to patch, so he left them for later. From afternoon till evening, they cleaned everything. Then, finally, to relax, they grabbed a beer and sat outside on the deck overlooking the reservoir water, watching the sunset.
"You were right, Cyph," Misty said, looking lost while reclining on the beach chair, staring at the dipping sun. "This place hits differently than the city. So calm, no people, no car horns frying your nerves. Just the waves, breathing."
Cypher nodded, in his own chair, watching the sunset. He'd honestly never been able to live at Lake House that long before the Wraiths showed up. He hadn't seen the sunset like this before.
Back in Night City, there was always a sense of danger. He was always on alert instinctively. Dying didn't scare him, but getting into fights still pumped the adrenaline. At the end of the day, he was still human.
And… It's hard.
It had been a while since that night with Rita.
"I'll go cook sothing." Cypher got up.
But Misty followed. "And I'll help. Believe it or not, I know how to cook."
He didn't mind, and it was fun, although a bit intense for his body. Being in that house, with so many 'bad' mories associated, from the BD addiction to the glitter addiction, and now being alone with Misty. His mind was a ss. Under control, but a ss.
Their arms and shoulders bumped often as they cooked and talked. At first, he instinctively tried to maintain space. But then he noticed… Misty herself was sticking close to him. She never moved away if their bodies touched. And often, she would tap his arm or his hand to help cook.
Before long, they had a bland pasta ready. From the slurry paste to the flour used, everything was of questionable and surely unethical origin. But that was Night City. It still tasted like shit to him.
They sat at the table and ate. He enjoyed it since there was company.
Small talk and a few bites later, he grabbed his and her plates and shoved them in the sink. He could sll his body stinking, so he looked at her. Since she hadn't suggested that she wanted to go ho, he didn't ask her either.
"I'm gonna take a shower. Do you wanna go first?" he asked.
Misty shook her head, her eyes strangely averted from him. "No, you can go first."
Why's she shy?
"Alright."
Cypher grabbed a towel from his room and walked into his bathroom. It still didn't have a mirror, sothing he needed to buy later. But everything else was in working order, and it was clean. He quickly removed all his clothes and stepped inside the bathtub. He didn't plan to soak and just turned on the shower and stood under it.
That's it… Nothing feels better than ho.
He dipped his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the warm water when…
Shhhh!
His head turned towards the door as it slid open and…
"Misty?"
It was her, and… she had nothing on her.
Cypher gulped; the sight was too much.
Misty stood frad in the doorway like a fever dream. She'd stripped away every piece of clothing. Her hips flared wide and plush, swaying with a hypnotic weight as she stepped forward. Her soft belly curved so gently, while her breasts hung heavy and proud, each one a perfect, overflowing swell capped with pink areolas and the glint of silver barbells piercing her stiff nipples.
"Cypher… Can I… join?"
He wasn't so insane as to deny that. And noticing how shy she looked, with a body like that, and those piercings winking like a tease, his cock surged upright.
"Yeah… sure."
He shifted to the side, making room under the showerhead.
Misty stepped in without hesitation, positioning herself so her front pressed flush to his, hips angled toward the tiled wall behind her. The very second her body t his, the blunt head of his erection nudged against the warm, pillowy cushion of her lower belly. That adorable little layer of softness, plush enough to sink fingers into, yielded under the pressure, cradling his length.
He didn't think. His body moved on pure instinct. One hand slid up the dip of her waist, moving downward until his palm claid the full, rounded globe of her asscheek. He squeezed, hard enough to dimple the flesh, then pulled her in tighter. For a heartbeat, he hesitated, whether he should kiss her, whether this was crossing a line.
But she did it. She rose on her toes, breasts dragging up his chest, nipples scraping against his skin, and tilted her face to et him.
Cypher's restraint snapped. Both hands clamped harder around her hips, thumbs digging into the at of her ass as he bent his head and devoured her mouth.
Her body was so soft and warm, every curve molding to him. Her lips were feather-light at first, then parting with a tiny, needy sigh that sent a jolt straight to his balls.
His eyes refused to close, needing to see it all. The way her eyeliner started to run under the shower, the way her deep-plum lipstick sared across his own mouth in ssy streaks. She tasted faintly of cherries and smoke, and he chased it deeper.
His hands clawed at her glutinous asscheeks, digits sinking so deep the flesh spilled between them. He kneaded her roughly, lifting her just enough that her toes barely kept her upright. His cock throbbed painfully where it lay against the cushion of her belly, trapped between their bodies.
Then Misty's hand moved.
Without breaking the kiss, her fingers slipped down between them. She wrapped her small fist around the middle of his throbbing shaft and gave a single, slow squeeze that made his knees nearly buckle.
Finally, Cypher closed his eyes and lost himself in the mont.
The kiss turned feral in an instant. His tongue swept past her lips, plunging deep to tangle with hers in a wet dance. They devoured each other, lips sealed so tightly that not even the pounding water could slip between them. Every swipe of tongue dragged more of her flavor into his throat, every hungry suck pulled a muffled whimper from deep in her chest.
Her hand, naturally, kneaded him in slow, agonizing strokes. Long, deliberate pulls from root to swollen crown, twisting just enough at the head to make his hips jerk forward involuntarily.
"Cypher…"
At her whispering voice, he opened his eyes and looked at her face. He gulped.
"Hm?"
"W-Will you wait for on the bed?"
"..."
Cypher cock throbbed in her clenching hold. He could only nod and step out of the shower on shaky legs, water streaming off him as he left the bathroom. His mind was a white-hot blank slate, nothing left but raw, animal need throbbing between his legs.
He wiped himself roughly with an extra towel and collapsed onto the bed, still dripping. Even flat on his back, his cock refused to soften.
He stared down at his own body. needle tracks like pale scars across his arms and thighs. He felt a flicker of self-loathing twist in his gut. But the sha couldn't touch the hunger. Not tonight.
Shhh!
The bathroom door slid open again, and Misty stepped through.
Fuck! She's… too much!
The spiked collar was locked snug around her neck again, dark eyeliner freshly painted on, black lipstick restored in a glossy sar. The fishnet stockings hugged her thick thighs, the diamond pattern digging faint lines into her flesh. Yet her eyes stayed flushed with that sa shy vulnerability, even as she crawled onto the bed from the side. Not once did she look at his face.
Misty crawled on all fours over his legs. Her lips found the inside of his thigh first. Her soft, open-mouthed kisses trailed higher, hotter. Up and up she went until her warm breath ghosted over his straining pole, and then her plush black lips parted and closed around the head in one slow, enveloping kiss.
"Ugh!" Cypher groaned, too sensitive.
"Wait!" He shouted and jumped off the bed. In seconds, he opened the carton beside his bed, took out a spray, and sprayed it on his cock.
Misty didn't question it; she simply waited, lips parted, eyes dark with hunger. Her mouth engulfed his cockhead again the second he turned back. Her moist lips went up and down his cock, feeling the throb of his arousal on her tongue.
But suddenly, Misty released him with a wet pop.
"Cypher… I can't wait."
"..."
" neither."
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