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Valerie chucked a handful of fish pellets into the pond, disrupting the pristine reflection of green leaves and blue sky in the still water. The food summoned a voracious swirl of orange and white koi, and she tossed another round of pellets to the hungry fish. As the splashing calmed, Valerie sat on the grassy shore and deeply inhaled what was undoubtedly the freshest air she had ever breathed.
The familiar sound of Goro's footsteps pulled her from the verdant reverie. Valerie brought her hand to her forehead, shielding her eyes from the flickers of sunlight pouring through the lush trees, and looked up at him. He exuded his distinctive elegance and strength in his impeccable dress shirt and trousers, but his posture was relaxed, unburdened. Valerie smiled as he eased down beside her, oblivious to her affectionate gaze.
"Do you want to feed the fish?" She placed the little bag of corporate park-approved fish food between them.
Goro poured a few dozen pellets into his palm and tossed them into the pond, attracting another throng of koi to the water's surface. Valerie decided a smaller one with vibrant patches of rich black and orange across its white scales was her favorite.
"It is good to see you happy."
She turned to Goro and realized he had been watching her, not the fish. Smiling again, Valerie reached for his hand and locked her fingers between his.
"Did you think I wouldn't be?" She asked, tilting her head.
"It is a big change." Goro brushed his thumb across the inside of her wrist. "I was unsure how you would feel."
"I wasn't." Valerie looked to the pond, following the ripples of her chosen koi as it swam away from the devoured feast. "There was nothing left for me in Night City."
It should have been a bittersweet sentiment--Even if the circumstances that spurred them to Japan were happy ones, they still necessitated saying goodbye to the only home she had ever known. Valerie had been born and raised in the metropolis. She had lived on its rotten streets and luxury penthouses and everything in between over the span of four and a half decades. Flying some 5000 miles across the Pacific to start over in a new country was not an inconsequential decision.
But she had also died, twice, in the City of Dreams, and while Valerie didn't believe in destiny or divine guidance or that the universe gave a shit about her, she figured there wasn't a more evident sign she had overstayed her welcome.
"A convenient revelation." Goro smirked warmly.
"Mhm." She returned the playful smile and brought the back of his hand to her lips, kissing his knuckles. "Just in time to get an all-expenses-paid relocation to Takamatsu."
They remained at the pond's edge for half an hour, taking in the lush greenery and late-spring sunshine, sprinkling pellets across the water to beckon the koi. When the pouch of fish food was empty, Goro crumpled it in his fist and stood up, extending his free hand to Valerie. She accepted and looped her arm around his as they walked to a blanket spread out under the shady branches of a maple tree.
Goro knelt by a tote bag she had filled with a small supply of snacks and bottled drinks, and Valerie reclined on her side. She admired the lines of his forearms, exposed by his rolled-up sleeves, as he tucked their trash into one of the pockets. Her gaze shifted to his handsome face, and a burst of euphoria bloomed in her chest. The perpetual knot between his perfect brows loosened more and more with each day free from their obligations to Arasaka.
"It's good to see you happy, too," Valerie said, smoothing her knee-length skirt over her thighs.
Goro sat next to her and vaguely pointed at the artfully cultivated scenery surrounding them.
"There were not many views like this in Night City." He looked up at the leaves fluttering in the calm wind. "I am glad to be home."
Incited by another surge of pure elation, Valerie climbed over his lap and crushed her lips to his. Goro chuckled softly against her mouth, still occasionally taken back by her spontaneous fervor. She giggled in kind, and he brushed his fingertips across her cheekbone before returning the kiss properly, slower and deeper.
Every sensation of their embrace consumed her: the strength of his arms clutching her back, the heat of his body between her thighs, the exquisite scratch of his beard on her chin. Her fingers found their way to the shirt button just below his cyberware, deftly undoing the clasp before Goro caught her hands in his.
"This is a public park," Goro murmured into her ear. He leaned back and kissed her fingertips.
"We've been here an hour. The only other people we've seen are the staff at the gate." She sank down against him, sighing at the light friction between her thong and his pants. "There's no one around."
"Valerie," he said, a tender, unconvincing admonishment.
She laughed before kissing the tip of his nose.
"Okay, Goro."
Valerie slipped off his lap, and he laid down on the blanket, extending his arm and inviting her to join him. She happily complied, nestling against the crook of his arm, and rested her cheek on his firm chest. The soothing cadence of his breathing and the delicate stroke of his fingertips across her bicep lulled Valerie into sleepy bliss. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she closed her eyes.
Goro's hand drifted under the hem of her shirt, gently rousing Valerie from her dreamy state, and she peered at him with eager curiosity. He met her inquisitive stare with hungry eyes, his earlier discipline wholly supplanted by an unmistakable yearning. The way his gaze roved across her parted lips and descended to the low neckline of her blouse made Valerie tremble in anticipation.
She gasped in delight when he cradled her face and kissed her greedily. He rolled over her, pressing her into the soft earth beneath them, and she mewled into his mouth, relishing the weight of his body bearing down on hers.
"I thought this was a public park," Valerie sighed as he nipped at her neck.
"It is as you say." His lips were on her collarbone now. "There is no one around."
She swept a loose strand of hair from his forehead.
"We don't have to do anything if you don't--"
Goro silenced her with another kiss before the warmth of his mouth trailed down her cleavage. He yanked at the neckline of her shirt and bra, exposing her nipple, and grazed his teeth the tender peak of her breast. The sharp tease sent an ache directly between her legs, igniting her core with a throbbing heat that begged to be filled. Valerie arched into him and whined, an unfettered, wanton noise, and Goro clamped his hand over her lips.
"We will have to be discreet," he whispered in her ear. His rich brown gaze bore into hers as he dragged his thumb across her bottom lip. "Can you be quiet?"
Valerie nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, stifling another moan as Goro rolled her nipple between his fingers, a wicked test of her self-control. She felt him smile against her jaw, and he fixed her disheveled blouse before tugging at the bottom of her skirt. Goro lifted the elegant black damask fabric around her legs and caressed her upper thigh.
He paused with his fingertips under the elastic waistband of her thong.
"We cannot get caught," Goro said.
Her hips writhed keenly under him, a silent, excruciating plea for him to continue.
"I promise," Valerie whispered.
If they were in the privacy of their own home, Goro would have slowly pulled her underwear down to her knees, teasing her with languorous kisses along her inner thighs as he undressed her. But the thrill of having each other in the open garden hastened their passion: he jerked her panties down and off her ankles, and Valerie seized his broad shoulders, urging him to lie on his back under her.
Her nimble fingers made short work of his belt and zipper, and she was already panting with impatience when she freed his erection from his boxers. Valerie wanted to take him in her mouth, to drag her tongue across his length and make him thrust into her throat, but she settled for a quick, firm stroke down his shaft, savoring the hard, silky heat in her palm.
Goro reached for the back of her knees and pulled Valerie over his groin. As she draped her skirt over their thighs in a futile veil of modesty, he slid his right hand under the garment, gripping himself and rubbing against her slick folds. The head of his cock grazed her clit, and Valerie barely suppressed another ardent moan by biting down on her bottom lip.
He slid his length against her wetness once more before thrusting up and plunging into her eager, swollen cunt. The exquisite stretch as her body adjusted to the fullness of his cock forced a noisy shudder Valerie couldn't contain, and Goro quickly covered her mouth with his free hand, only making her whimper again. She grasped his wrist, kissing his palm and holding his fingers to her cheek as she rolled her hips, gliding up and down his shaft.
Goro grunted quietly as she rode him, and he lightly flicked his thumb back and forth across her clit, matching the rhythm of her movement. Valerie almost yelped at the new sensation, but Goro tightened his other hand across her lips and muffled the whine to a sharp inhale.
She looked at him with half-lidded eyes, feeling every nerve in her body overwhelmed by Goro: his left hand on her mouth while his right rubbed between her thighs, his cock buried deep inside her. Valerie reached for his chest, captivated by the peak of skin between his undone collar and cybernetics, and the rocking of her hips became more frantic, desperate. Goro groaned at her new pace, and he dropped his hand from her mouth to her waist, gripping her firmly as she trembled above him.
The rustling of twigs and leaves abruptly claimed Goro's attention. He squeezed her thigh under her skirt and stilled beneath her, his eyes widening as he turned towards the disturbance. Valerie glanced over her shoulders, panting softly as she was still acutely aware of the fullness pulsing in her cunt, and saw no one. Confident they were still alone, she grasped Goro's chin and forced him to look back at her.
"It's just the wind," Valerie murmured, slowly rocking into him again.
Another faint crinkle of leaves made Goro tighten his grip on her waist and leg, halting her movement. He glimpsed at the tree, and Valerie tenderly rubbed the stubble above his jaw.
"Should we stop?"
She started to lift up, his cock nearly slipping out of her, but Goro immediately grabbed the nape of her neck and jerked her back down as he thrust up. Valerie let out a delighted giggle.
"No." Goro pulled her to him, crushing her mouth to his as he rocked beneath her. He cradled her face with both hands and brushed his nose against hers. "Please, Valerie."
Goro didn't often plead, at least not without sufficient provocation from her. Valerie had no intention of letting his unbidden neediness go unfulfilled.
She kissed him again and gently scraped her teeth against his bottom lip as she sat upright. Valerie dug her fingernails into his chest, using him for leverage as she rode him, rocking and bouncing on his cock without any inhibition. Goro reached up for her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over the stiff peaks of her nipples poking through her blouse, and seized her waist again. He wedged her to him, tight and close enough that his pelvis ground against her clit.
"Fuck, Goro," she whined, her focus split between her impending climax and her earlier promise to be discreet. "Goro, I'm--"
His hand shot up to her mouth again, muffling her cries of ecstasy as her whole body clenched around him, fingers tugging at his shirt, her thighs constricting over his. Goro relinquished all self-control as Valerie came, wrapping his arms around her back and pulling her into his chest as his hips slammed furiously into her. She pressed her nose to the soft silk of his shirt, breathing in the intoxicating scent of sunshine and his cologne as he twisted his fingers in her blue locks. He gasped against her forehead and tightened his hold on her, making her breath hitch, and they moaned in unison as he thrust into her one last time, spending himself inside her.
Goro stroked her hair and back while their breathing slowed. As the afterglow of her orgasm faded, the impropriety of their embrace finally compelled Valerie to get up--Even if they were fully covered, she doubted any passing park visitors would be amenable to her sprawled out on top of Goro with her skirt tangled around her thighs. She did a hasty cleanup job with some napkins from their bag and quickly pulled on her underwear as Goro fastened his pants and belt.
He laid back down with his arms under his head, the hint of a smile curling his lips. Valerie reached over and fixed the button she had undone earlier.
"You look very pleased with yourself," she teased.
"Should I not be?" Goro asked, smirking. "I just made love with a beautiful woman in a beautiful park."
Valerie's ears warmed at his compliment, and she retrieved two bottles of juice from their stash.
"A public park," she reminded him as she handed one to him.
"There was no one around," Goro replied in perfect deadpan. He paused, thinking. "Although we would not be wise to make this a habit."
"Mhm," Valerie agreed. She sipped her juice, watching the tree branches and leaves sway in the gentle wind. "You know, I have always wanted my own garden."
"Is that so?" Goro asked and they shared another smile.