The inside of the apartment was badly lit and quiet. It seemed to have just a single lamp somewhere above ground.
Kyrie stayed motionless at the doorway observing everything that he could discern.
His eyes combed around the space. The apartment was an open floor with the only division being an elevation at the back.
The lower area which was closer to the entrance was the sitting area. There was a sofa, a low metal table and a pair of chairs.
On the right side was a small kitchen, seemingly concealed in the corner separated only by a half wall he could only barely see and on the left was a closed door, he presumed led to the bathroom.
What caught his attention the most for various reasons was the bedroom, merely a few steps above ground on a raised section at the far end of the apartment.
The space was filled by the bed, a bedside stand and a dresser. The elevation gave it a strange feel, it was both separate and yet exposed.
From the door, Kyrie could see everything up there.
Someone sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at him, her creamy legs in the light.
Her pink hair and lips of same color that gleamed even in the dim lights.
She wore a silk black robe made with a delicate lace, it was barely covering what it intended to conceal underneath.
The fabric of the clothing clunged to her perfectly while the opening on her neckline left little to one's imagination.
She smiled immediately she saw him enter.
"Hello Kyrie " she said
His eyes squinting in the shadows and just then it hit him.
He had seen her before, she was the mature and alluring lady that winked at him at the crown casino.
Her pink hair, teasing smile and the confidence she carried were undeniable.
"Who are you?" Kyrie asked bluntly. He was aware she was probably V. but he needed to know more.
The confidence in her smile faltered for a second and then she stood.
Taking steps away from the bed even as her robe shifted with the tiniest of motions.
She came further into the light revealing more of her red lace lingerie underneath.
"I'm Vivienne " the words sliding off her tongue like milk.
"You don't remember me?" Her tone subtly carrying a layer of worry.
"No"
Kyrie answered, he didn't really recall much other than the wink in the casino and the allure she carried then.
Everything else just felt familiar.
Hearing his answer, she didn't panic.
Coming down the steps she stopped a few feet away, eyes narrowing at him.
"There is something different about you."
Kyrie who kept an expressionless face said nothing.
"Your posture, the look in your eyes. Even your voice—it's..." She paused, eyes still studying him.
"It's colder than usual. What's wrong?"
"Does anything seem wrong?" He retorted.
"Yes!" She ascertained, moving closer.
She was close enough now that he could smell her scent— it was floral and very soft on the nose.
"You're not my Kyrie." She said.
Kyrie kept his expression neutral, but within, he had so many questions . How well did she really know him? What was their relationship truly? And how on God's green earth did this body bag this baddie?
He suddenly sighed rubbing on his shoulder as he spoke.
"I've had a long day, Love— Just tell me what you want." His instinctual casanova nature peeking out.
Indeed he wasn't lying but his act of being oblivious didn't cut it.
He definitely knew why she was here, her red bra and almost see through panties of the same colour preaching their truths.
Her eyes softened, as she reached out to him, her fingers trailing on his chest.
The moment she touched him, something shifted in him.
He felt hot all of a sudden.
The heat didn't come from just her touch but from within—his body woke even as memories came in, blurry images that came with clear sensations.
The warmth of her body against his. The taste of her lips. Her breathless and wild moans.
The way she had whispered his name like a silent prayer. It all came together.
His breathing shifted slightly.
Something she noticed instantly and the panic she harboured melted as well. her smile returning slowly.
"There you are my baby."
Kyrie's hands seemed to move on their own, grabbing her by the waist as he pulled her closer.
Her robe slowly slipping off exposing more of her lingerie and her milky skin.
She didn't stop him. Didn't dare pull away. Instead she leaned into him, her fingers wandering on his body.
"You remember now, don't you?" she said softly, her lips mere inches from his, her eyes locked to his.
Kyrie didn't answer. Honestly he couldn't. This body definitely knew her, even though his mind was racing behind it to catch up.
His instinctual desire for her was evident.
But then, a weird thought struck him even in the heat of the moment. It was sudden and mortifying.
Wait.
His internal voice came . How big is this guy actually?
The panic came out of nowhere, generally absurd given the situation but it was real for Brett.
There were some what if's but it all boiled down to if this body was as equipped as his real one?
He hadn't even paid attention to this before but right now it mattered.
While he waged war in his head. Vivienne's hand had slid down on him, brushing through his pants as the sudden panic evaporated.
Her smile turned mischievous.
"Perfect as ever, " she whispered as she grabbed his rising cock.
It was almost as if she saw through his worry but it was just how she teased him.
A sense of relief came rushing down on him, even as her words and action stirred a fire in him.
She sure knew how to turn this body on.
She quickly kissed him, her tongue sliding on his and he let himself enjoy it.
Their tongues battling for supremacy as slurping sounds could be heard in between moans.
After everything he had went through today. Breaking Daphne, confessing to Negan, the fights, all that frustration and tension needed a way out, and this —this right here was his chance of release both literally and figuratively.
He needed an escape, a moment of distraction and this was as good as any.
He didn't waste anymore time, pulling her closer, hands swirling around her pink hair as he pulled slightly. She moaned softly on his touch even as the kiss broke.
They didn't think of the bed for now as their eyes locked.
Kyrie swiftly had her pressed against the wall near the kitchen, his hands exploring all her curves.
They went from her bust to her hips, as he slid his fingers across the arcs of her body. Exploring the landscape of her femininity.
He tossed the robe to the side, while she tugged at his shirt, his coat sending them flying.
Her breath was hot against his neck as she trailed kisses there, her voice whispered a symphony of his name.
"Kyyriieee"
He brought his hips forward, grinding the length of his cock against her kitty through her already wet panties.
She wrapped her right leg around his waist pulling him even closer as she felt the heat from his member on her kitty causing her to pant softly.
The movements were instinctive and desperate, both of them begging to be inside each other.
Against all odds, they managed to stumble up the steps towards the bedroom platform while their lips were locked in a sloppy kiss.
They got to the top as she pushed him down onto the bed, unveiling her bare skin, no clothing whatsoever left.
Her boobs were D cup, her stomach flat and toned with her hips finessely framed.
She smiled revealing a dimple.
Kyrie didn't dally to that invitation, his pants went missing instantly releasing his cock that stood talk like the Eiffel tower.
Her eyes widened in lust as she immediately straddled him.
Her hips began teasing, grinding above him, the red entrance of her cave rubbing against his pre cum while she spoke underneath breaths and his groan.
"I missed this."
" I missed you."
Kyrie didn't answer as his hands grabbed her waist, controlling her movements perfectly as he brought her down, his throbbing cock sliding into her moist kitty perfectly.
She gasped as he entered. Loving his show of control as she began riding him.
She was slow at first, his cock still expanding inside her as her walls adjusted and once she got rhythm, she went faster, her body rising and falling in a manner that made him almost lose his mind.
Her large boobs were bouncing up and down as she placed both her hands on his chest with her hips doing work as her beautiful ass clapped against his thighs.
Kyrie didn't want to be left behind as he thrusted up to meet her, matching her pace and ferocity while he grunted, his teeth gritting to how her walls twisted against his cock.
" Ahh..F-Fuck "
She threw her head back, a moan escaping her lips that was definitely too loud for walls that were this thin.
Even amidst this pure state of passion.
Kyrie's mind still didn't stop. He was certain that If the neighbors were asleep before, they definitely weren't now.
But he didn't care. Why would he? Not when she looked down at him like that, desire pouring from her eyes.
Her pink lips clasped under her teeth as she held her hair to the side while her body bent in the same direction bending low as her cheeks clapped on his hard cock, her moistness evident.
Outside the apartment, a shadow passed by.
Neither of them noticed and for obvious reasons.
Hours passed...
And they were still at it, moving together, each collision more intense than the former.
Vivienne was insatiable, her need for him was feral and almost obsessive as she moaned and bent to suck his nipples driving him mad.
At a point, Kyrie had enough and flipped her over , holding down her wrists above her head with one hand while he thrust into her deeply with force that tested the bed's hinges.
Her scream loud enough for all to hear as her pants grew into more frantic moans, her soft murmurs were now calls of his name.
" Fuck me Kyrieee, Harder! " her cracked voice demanded.
Kyrie's crimson eyes shone hungrily even as the aged frame of the bed protested as his hips were moving like a blur and he was literally fucking the shit out of her.
Vivienne on the other hand didn't mind, urging him on even more.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, her heels pushing him deeper, digging into his back with her fingers.
He lost himself in the way their bodies synchronized perfectly as his breaths began deeper.
"This pussy is a drug" He moaned.
It wasn't long between their back and forth when she suddenly cried out, her body arching and twisting beneath him.
Her hands protesting to be set free as her body vibrated while he grunted.
He let her hand go and grabbed her boobs pinching on her hard nipples sending her over the edge immediately.
While he groaned loudly as thick strands of white shut out from his throbbing cock even as he hit her cervix with a final thrust.
In the hallway outside, footsteps paused by the door. They lingered a little longer as a silhouette with bright blue, cold eyes stared.