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"Hey, do you think we'll be alright?"
Gyro's voice could be heard clearly through the night, along with the crickets and the humming of the wind. She broke through the ambience, interrupting Joanne's attempt at sleeping.
Joanne sighed. The near-death experience left them both silent for the last few days. They were incredibly lucky after encountering Sandman. Joanne would refuse to utter more than short sentences. Even with Gyro safe and alive by her side, she couldn't accept Hot Pants just stealing the corpse parts out of her hands.
"Damn, Gyro", she thought. "Why are you saying that now?". They were both just fine moments ago, lying under the covers. Why did Gyro have to ruin it? Joanne swallowed hard, but the lump in her throat wouldn't leave her alone. She already felt the tears burn in her eyelids, before sliding down her cheeks.
Joanne turned her back on her friend, silently weeping. She couldn't hold it back anymore. It was fine during the day, she and Gyro kept busy, riding for miles and forgetting anything messed up that would occur. But not now, not when Joanne was so close to seeing Gyro limp and lifeless right in front of her.
"Johnny? What's gotten into you?", Gyro whispered. The habit of using Joanne's racing name during the day was hard to shake off, although they were alone under the stars.
Joanne didn't answer. She couldn't. Seeing Gyro's worried emerald eyes would ultimately break her. It could end up in a really stupid way, with Joanne trying to touch her all over to make sure she's still alive.
Touch her all over...
Joanne could hear Gyro's laboured, worried breaths, almost caressing her ringing ears. The frustration built up uncontrollably inside of her; bubbling with the need to adore that beautiful, confident woman, as long as it'd last. No matter what they'd face ahead, she realised they needed to hold on to each other more than ever.
Joanne suddenly sprang up, with the help of her elbows. Her head was throbbing as if she had a fever. She stared at Gyro, who looked surprised and took aback by the abrupt movement. She wanted to ask Joanne what happened, but the words wouldn't come out. She bit her lip with her golden teeth and Joanne's stomach twisted.
"Johnny?", she asked before getting pulled into a tight hug by Joanne, who couldn't stop her sobbing.
Gyro was at a loss for words. It's not that she didn't know if she should comfort her, it was how. Her arms hung aimlessly, until she put them around Joanne, never wanting to let go.
"I know, it was a shock for me too", she confessed. "You see, I'm used to death a lot from back home, but...". Gyro ran her fingers through Joanne's soft hair. She placed a kiss on her forehead. "You don't have to cry"
Gyro had lost this ability long ago. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried, but she would swear it was the night after she saw that first execution. At thirteen years of age, it was impossible to get the image out of her head when she'd go to bed.
"I'm okay now, Johnny", she tried to assure her. "You did take some time to learn what I taught you, but it was alright in the end"
Those words made Joanne lift her head from the curve of Gyro's neck, which was now full of salty tears. "I'm so sorry", Joanne said and cupped Gyro's face with her hands to kiss her. It was a long, desperate kiss, the both of them stopping midway for air before continuing.
"I won't hold it against you", Gyro said, her hot breath on Joanne's lips. She wanted to add; "I already trust you more than anyone", but Joanne quickly pulled her down by the hem of her shirt.
Gyro ended up on top of her, straddling Joanne with her strong hips. She pressed their clothed crotches together and a groan left her mouth. Joanne bit hard into her neck, making the situation more torturous for Gyro, who couldn't take it any longer. She slid her hand down to take off her own pants.
"I'll do it", Joanne initiated, drunk from desire. The tears on her face were still glistening under the moonlight, but it didn't matter now. "I miss the weird belt buckle you wear in the day", she said, a tad disappointed. She'd have liked to discover what those green buckles were pointing at.
"You can have me without the belt", Gyro answered and huffed when she felt Joanne palm her over her purple undergarments, decorated with a big stain where the middle of her thighs was.
Joanne hummed happily as her fingers applied pressure where Gyro liked. Gyro's legs trembled from the teasing and moved towards her friend's hand.
"J-Johnny, I can see you have improved since the last time", Gyro commented and held her breath when Joanne touched the dark hair under the waistband.
Joanne stopped what she was doing. "What?"
"You know, your fingers are steadier. You seem to be getting better at this"
Joanne's mouth curved into a smug grin. "Are you implying I wasn't good enough for your highness that night?"
"I'm implying my teachings came in handy", Gyro chirped and grabbed a fistful of Johnny's hair, to remind her who was on top. "Do me a favour and be a good girl for once"
Joanne enjoyed the banter a little too much. "Shut up, Zeppeli", she spewed and spat on Gyro's face, hitting her straight in the eye.
Joanne was nothing like anyone Gyro had been with. Demanding, daring. Unafraid to cry and scream. "God, she's perfect", Gyro thought to herself as she wiped the spit from her face. She crossed her arms on her chest, pretending to be annoyed.
"Just who do you think you are, Joestar?", she played along and reached for her steel ball. Gyro had tucked it carefully under the blanket.
"What are you even doing?", Joanne said.
"Just you wait and see"
Gyro quickly threw the ball where she had left her baggage; next to her sleeping bag, close to where she'd lay her head down to rest. Her steel balls were the first thing she'd need in case of an emergency, but the things she packed were equally important.
"I don't get it-", Joanne went to comment. Until the force of the steel ball landed a bundle of rope straight into Gyro's hands, just like when Joanne hit her target in the eye.
"I told you", Gyro boasted.
She quickly went to finish her task. She tied Joanne's wrists together with a knot, tight but not too tight, while Joanne was writhing under her.
"G-Gyro, what are you doing?", she put up a fake fight and struggled with her binds.
"You're not very nice", Gyro hummed. She knew Joanne could easily get free any time with those nails of hers, but was obeying either way.
"Why should I be nice?"
Gyro got up from her. Joanne wouldn't go anywhere after all. Under the stars, her sky blue eyes followed Gyro's form, wondering what she had in mind. Gyro searched in the bags she had brought along with her, looking intensely for something and mumbling random curses in Italian. She smiled when she found it; a red wooden case with a certain item inside.
Joanne gulped. She'd had enough lustful adventures in the past to know exactly what Gyro was holding.
"Oh, don't be afraid, tesoro", Gyro softened and opened the case. She slowly wore the leather belt around her waist and hips, fitting the dildo on the position of her crotch.
Joanne's mouth watered. It was big.
Gyro stood hovering above her chest before squatting down. Joanne wrapped her lips around the tip and sucked, hard. She closed her eyes, but Gyro forced her to look up at her, pulling Joanne by the hair and using her mouth. Joanne's tears made her audibly moan in the silence of the night.
"See, Johnny...it's so easy when you're being good", Gyro snickered and got Joanne off of her with a loud pop. She leaned down and whispered, "How are you holding up? Are you okay?"
Joanne nodded. "I'm more than okay. There's just something"
"What is it?". Gyro's dominant facade slipped away in an instant. She tucked a strand of hair behind Joanne's ear, one of her favorite habits.
Joanne blushed. "I don't know if I'll feel it down there"
Gyro awkwardly scratched her chin, thinking of a solution. She's had patients with spinal injuries before, but the topic of "sleeping with someone" remained unsaid.
"Do you want me to try?", Gyro asked her. "I think I'll have to touch you in other areas for it to work"
Hearing Gyro describe it was enough to rekindle Joanne's desire. She was aching to be touched and cherished again. Despite her bravery and determined nature, she wouldn't say it out loud. The words stayed still, trapped on the edge of her tongue. Instead, she uttered a "yes" and sat up to kiss Gyro again, who carefully took off her star-patterned pants and underwear.
Joanne was a sight to behold. Tied up hands, toned arms stretched over her head, freckles, pink nipples and wet curly hair on the inside of her thighs. Gyro didn't know where to start.
"You're so beautiful", she said and caressed Joanne's chest, pinching her erect nipples. Gyro's sweet kisses turned into bites, and the bites turned into sweet kisses, gentleness and aggression in a constant circle. Joanne knew well about Gyro's line of work, both the healer and the executioner.
Soon enough, Gyro worked her open. She rubbed quick circles on Joanne's clit while her other finger teased her pussy. She then lifted one of Joanne's legs and held it steady in the air as she entered with precision.
"Can you feel it?"
"I think", Joanne responded. Even if she couldn't feel a damn thing, her and Gyro like this was one of the most arousing situations she'd ever been in. "You're doing well"
Gyro beamed proudly. It wasn't often that Joanne would sing praises to anyone. Other than her being the one who wanted to be praised first and foremost.
"I'll see what I can do", Gyro said. "I'll let go of your leg now, alright?"
Joanne's heart pounded in her ears. "Alright"
Gyro bent over her and kissed her neck and face, leaving bite marks. She pushed harder into Joanne, whose whole body began trembling. Gyro's trained fingers knew where to go; sliding all the way up to fondle her sensitive breasts, as her other hand went the opposite way. She pressed down on Joanne's stomach. She was getting tired fast, but she really had to do this.
Joanne shivered when the arousal echoed in her. It was unlike anything, to be torn apart by a woman she could trust and love so much, one who had been near her through thick and thin. She let out a sob of pleasure, and Gyro collapsed exhausted beside her on the bedding.
"Oh, wait!", Gyro got up suddenly to untie the rope. She tenderly kissed each one of Joanne's knuckles and fingers, which were much smaller than hers.
Joanne looked at her with adoration, despite her sleepy, tired eyes. She stretched one arm to hug Gyro and bring her closer, begging they wouldn't get separated.
"Thanks for the other day", Gyro said to her. "It's not the first time you've saved my life"
Joanne almost dished out "if you had just given me the belt buckle", but stopped. There was no point in trying to shift the blame. Gyro had believed in her capabilities, trusted, loved her.
"I guess I could say the same thing about you", Joanne added. "You've saved me a lot"
"Oh, so now you want to be the kindest?", Gyro joked. She pulled Joanne into her warm chest. "I knew you could do it back then"
Joanne was at a loss for words, but Gyro didn't mind. They wished goodnight to each other and slept peacefully until dawn.