#12 - Heat Up Burritos
“Do you even listen to yourself?”
V & Johnny Silverhand, Val (fem-streetkid-V), Johnny Silverhand, Jealousy, jealous Johnny, Arguing, Mentioned Sexual Content, Food Kink (mentioned), or something like that
Val suppresses an audible sigh and rolls her eyes instead, while rolling over to the other side, careful not to wake the man sleeping next to her with one arm wraps around her waist.
Lying on her left now, she looks over to Johnny who's sitting on her couch, puffing a digital cigarette.
"Do you even listen to yourself?" She asks him through her thoughts. "I've seen enough of your memories, Johnny."
He snorts out blue smoke. "Yeah, and so did I." He sounds annoyed - more than he usually does, anyway.
It's hard to tell because of his aviators, but Val is pretty sure Johnny's gaze was on her naked breasts just a moment ago. She doesn't bother to pull the covers further up.
"And? Wanna compare..?"
Johnny interrupts her. "Would you just quit fuckin' everything that walks?!"
Val rolls her eyes again, trying not to snort or sigh or whatever out loud. "Says the rockerboy who’d use a heat up burrito as a fleshlight." She looks at him with narrowed eyes and piercing gaze.
"Not a burrito..." Johnny shakes his head, taking another drag on his cig, shit-eating grin on his lips. "I’d consider an apple pie."
"What the...?" Val's raised her head a little to look at him in disbelieve. The man lying behind her in her bed wraps his arm tighter around her, interrupting her thoughts and she shifts back a little, leaning in his touch with a sigh while he murmurs something against her neck.
Johnny lets out an annoyed sigh, more like a groan.
"What the fuck's an apple pie?"
"Are you serious?" He flicks away the cigarette butt, which vanishes into nothing before it hits the floor. "You tellin' me there’s no apple pie anymore?"
"Okay, whatever." Val closes her eyes again. "I don't even wanna know..."
As if Johnny would care. "So, American Pie..." He starts but Val interrupts him.
"I said, I don't wanna know." She opens her eyes again, to glare at him.
"Suit yourself." Johnny shrugs, leans back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling.
Val eyes him for a moment before continuing in her thoughts. "I still think you're just jealous 'cause you don't have a body - so I can't fuck you."
Johnny snorts and shakes his head. "Absolutely not."
Val smirks. "I almost said, whatever lets you sleep at night - but hey..." She closes her eyes and turns around again. "That's another thing ya can't even do, 'cause you don't have your own body."
"Fuck you, V."
"Yeah, whatever." Val snuggles up to the naked man in her bed. "Good night, Johnny."
Lying on her left now, she looks over to Johnny who's sitting on her couch, puffing a digital cigarette.
"Do you even listen to yourself?" She asks him through her thoughts. "I've seen enough of your memories, Johnny."
He snorts out blue smoke. "Yeah, and so did I." He sounds annoyed - more than he usually does, anyway.
It's hard to tell because of his aviators, but Val is pretty sure Johnny's gaze was on her naked breasts just a moment ago. She doesn't bother to pull the covers further up.
"And? Wanna compare..?"
Johnny interrupts her. "Would you just quit fuckin' everything that walks?!"
Val rolls her eyes again, trying not to snort or sigh or whatever out loud. "Says the rockerboy who’d use a heat up burrito as a fleshlight." She looks at him with narrowed eyes and piercing gaze.
"Not a burrito..." Johnny shakes his head, taking another drag on his cig, shit-eating grin on his lips. "I’d consider an apple pie."
"What the...?" Val's raised her head a little to look at him in disbelieve. The man lying behind her in her bed wraps his arm tighter around her, interrupting her thoughts and she shifts back a little, leaning in his touch with a sigh while he murmurs something against her neck.
Johnny lets out an annoyed sigh, more like a groan.
"What the fuck's an apple pie?"
"Are you serious?" He flicks away the cigarette butt, which vanishes into nothing before it hits the floor. "You tellin' me there’s no apple pie anymore?"
"Okay, whatever." Val closes her eyes again. "I don't even wanna know..."
As if Johnny would care. "So, American Pie..." He starts but Val interrupts him.
"I said, I don't wanna know." She opens her eyes again, to glare at him.
"Suit yourself." Johnny shrugs, leans back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling.
Val eyes him for a moment before continuing in her thoughts. "I still think you're just jealous 'cause you don't have a body - so I can't fuck you."
Johnny snorts and shakes his head. "Absolutely not."
Val smirks. "I almost said, whatever lets you sleep at night - but hey..." She closes her eyes and turns around again. "That's another thing ya can't even do, 'cause you don't have your own body."
"Fuck you, V."
"Yeah, whatever." Val snuggles up to the naked man in her bed. "Good night, Johnny."
Daily Prompt:
April 13 - dialogue“Do you even listen to yourself?”
Thanks to Ryyn, Thorn and Chantel at Lizzie's for brainstorming about food!
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