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Targon at night felt like driving through a dream made of stone and frost. The roads coiled around cliffs that dipped into silence. Everything gleamed – headlights bouncing off granite, stars stitched bright across the sky. But Sevika barely noticed the view. Not when her shoulders ached from ten hours in the field, scouting teams for possible players.
The Solari Sunfire girls had fire in them. Fast, lean, smart on their feet. They moved like they'd grown up with altitude in their lungs and sunlight in their bones. The head coach – tall, shaved head, sharp voice – had greeted her with respect and a clipboard that held the team roster, making it easier for Sevika to accommodate to the players.
She hit the call button as she pulled out of the facility lot. The screen blinked. “Connecting…”
It rang once. Twice. For a moment she thought that calling might not be the best idea, it was 11:06pm in Piltover after all. But then Mel’s warm voice reached her through the speakers, soft as velvet and unmistakably fond.
"Hi, darling."
Sevika’s mouth curved, the tension in her shoulders easing as if Mel’s voice had reached right through the car and untied the knot between her shoulder blades.
“Hey, babe,” she said, voice rough from the long day but lightened by the sound of her. “What’re you doing?”
“Trying to decide whether I should wear the navy or the charcoal suit tomorrow,” Mel replied. Her words carried the slow cadence of someone winding down, half-distracted. “I’ve narrowed it down to these two.”
Sevika chuckled low in her chest. “Well, I call that progress.”
“I might still change my mind in the morning, which defeats the purpose of deciding now.”
“Fair enough. And after the fashion crisis?”
“I was going to lay down. You?”
“Driving back to the hotel.”
There was a beat. Then, sharp but affectionate: “Hands-free, I hope.”
“Yeah, the call’s connected through the car,” Sevika confirmed with a small smile, eyes on the road. “Not my first time on a mountain road, you know.”
“Mmm. You sound better tonight.”
“Better than what?” Sevika asked.
“Yesterday you were two syllables away from snapping at your GPS.”
Sevika huffed a laugh, short and amused. “That thing had one job.”
Mel’s laugh joined hers, softer. “I could hear you muttering threats under your breath. It was endearing.”
“It rerouted me in a circle. I passed the same goat statue three times.”
“Well. At least you had company.”
Sevika grinned and shook her head slightly, even though Mel couldn’t see it. “How’s your day been?”
Mel exhaled slowly, not annoyed, just spent. “Unremarkable, filled with meetings and memos. Salo and Hoskel posturing about things they barely understand. I won one vote and lost another. Nothing exciting.”
“That’s two more votes than I got.”
“How about you?” Mel asked, her voice easing into something quieter. “Tell me something good.”
The sound of sheets being pulled back, of Mel probably sitting on the edge of the bed now, barefoot and still elegant somehow, came through the call.
“The scouting was good,” Sevika said, leaning back in her seat as the highway stretched out ahead. “I've watched the Solari Sunfire girls today. They were fast, coordinated, and smart. They got a winger who could probably break ankles if she pushed harder. Their Coach runs a tight ship and they got good energy.”
“That sounds promising.”
“Yeah. It was a long day, but worth it.”
The call settled into a comfortable lull. Sevika could hear the faint rustle of fabric – Mel laying back now, probably half under the blanket. She’d be brushing her fingers over the edge of her pillow, mind still working even if her body was tired.
“I miss you,” Sevika said quietly, not dramatic, just true.
Mel’s voice softened, almost a whisper. “I miss you too.”
There was a silence that felt full instead of empty.
“The bed’s not the same without you,” Sevika added, her voice rough around the edges. “It’s comfortable and big. Probably too big. But… it’s not with you.”
That earned a pause. Then a smile in Mel’s voice. “Well, that was romantic.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
Mel laughed gently, and Sevika let herself enjoy it. She didn’t need much. Just that. Just this.
“Promise me something?” Sevika said after a moment, her right hand resting loose on the wheel.
“Mmh?” Mel’s reply was blurred by a quiet yawn, muffled into the pillow.
Sevika smiled faintly at the sound. “Go to sleep. Don’t stay up rearranging blouses or drafting another speech. You’ll be up at six either way.”
Mel didn’t argue, which was rare. “Alright. I promise.”
“Good.”
“I’ll hang up when I hear your door close,” Mel murmured, voice already softer at the edges.
Sevika glanced at the GPS which showed eight minutes out. “You’re hanging on just to make sure I get there?”
“Maybe I just like hearing your voice.”
That tugged another smile out of her, quiet and to herself. “I love you, Mel.”
There was a small pause, not hesitation, just the two of them letting the words settle.
“I love you too,” Mel said at last, and it landed like something soft and steady in Sevika’s chest.
“Night, Medarda.”
“Goodnight, darling.”
The call didn’t disconnect. Mel’s breathing shifted, lengthening, until Sevika could hear it smoothing into sleep. The sound kept her company as the minutes slipped by, warm and steady against the hum of the tires.
When she finally turned into the hotel lot, Sevika lingered a moment longer, listening to that faint rhythm on the line. Then she ended the call, and the silence returned. But it was softer this time.
***
The following night, the apartment lights were off, but the city still seeped in, thin stripes of gold and blue crawling across the sheets. Piltover never truly slept, it just blinked slower at night.
Mel lay in bed, her hair down, one leg bare outside the covers. She hadn’t bothered with nightclothes, she felt too warm and restless. The hours of the day had dragged with council meetings, a dozen polite smiles and one dinner alone in the empty apartment. And all of it, every moment, coloured by a single absence.
It was nearly 11:20pm by the time the screen lit up, and she answered without thinking.
“Hi, darling.”
There was a beat, a small pause that stretched just long enough to let anticipation settle, before Sevika’s voice rolled through the speaker, warm and a little rough.
“Hey, babe. What’re you doing?”
Mel blinked slowly at the ceiling, the corners of her lips lifting. “Lying in bed. I’ve been home since eight, but... couldn’t sleep.”
Sevika exhaled gently. She always heard what Mel didn’t say. “Long day?”
“Just empty.” Mel didn’t need to say the rest. She knew Sevika would hear it anyway.
“What about you?” Mel asked, her voice softer now. “Still on the road?”
“Yeah, I just left the facility. Driving back to the hotel now.”
Mel let her own eyes flutter shut, the tension in her shoulders loosening just from the sound of that voice.
“How was your day?”
Sevika’s voice perked with energy, tired but laced with a quiet thrill. “Okay so, the Stellar Ascendants have incredible facilities. You wouldn’t believe the tech they’ve got. Custom data capture rigs, motion-tracked sprint analysis with live playback. Hell, their locker rooms have heated floors and steam diffusers.”
Mel laughed softly. “You sound like you’re in love.”
“I’m envious. If our facilities had even half that gear our player would recover at least 20% faster.”
As Sevika talked, Mel’s fingers brushed slowly over her stomach, not quite deliberate, but not entirely idle either. The ache had been building since she’d turned off the lights. Since the call had connected. Since Sevika’s voice had settled into the air like a hand at her throat.
She closed her eyes, letting her touch drift a little higher – slow, warm, aching.
Sevika kept talking. Describing the weightless training bays and altitude-adjusted conditioning rooms, her voice relaxed and unguarded, grounding Mel even as her body drifted elsewhere. She half-heard the words, but they turned liquid in her mind, heavy and sweet. Her breath hitched, and the next sound escaped before she could catch it – a quiet, involuntary moan.
A silence, sharp and immediate, sliced through the line.
Sevika’s voice came low and precise. “Mel?”
Mel swallowed. “Yes?”
“…Are you touching yourself?”
There it was, that tone. The one that didn’t need volume to command.
“I’ve been touching myself,” Mel confessed, her voice a breathy slip. “The entire time we’ve been talking.”
She could hear the shift in Sevika’s posture even through the car’s speaker. She knew Sevika too well after all their months together, and she could picture the exact narrowing of her eyes.
“You’ve been naughty,” Sevika said. “Doing that behind my back. Not asking for permission.”
Mel’s thighs pressed together involuntarily. “I–”
“From now on,” Sevika said, her voice cutting smooth as glass, “you don’t come unless I say so.”
Mel gasped, hips twitching under the covers. The words struck deep, a shot of heat bolting straight through her. Her skin tingled, breath quickening, the tight thrill of being caught, seen, owned.
“And I’ll know if you break that rule,” Sevika added. “I’ll punish you.”
Mel whimpered, the words crawling up her spine like silk-wrapped steel. It made her wetter, hotter, but not in the way that begged for indulgence. The threat was real, and the part of her that ached most needed it to be.
“But not the kind of punishment you’ll enjoy,” Sevika warned. “So don’t get any ideas.”
Mel’s breath shuddered. “Yes, Sevika.”
“Good,” Sevika purred.
The pause stretched. Mel’s body hummed under the command.
“Now. Touch your chest.”
Mel obeyed, placing the call on speaker, and moving both hands down her body. Her fingers curled lightly around the swell of her breasts, her breath catching in her throat. Her skin was hypersensitive, every brush sparking.
“Slower,” Sevika murmured. “Use your palm and feel their weight.”
Mel dragged her hands in slow circles, grabbing each breast, the pressure just enough to tease, not enough to satisfy. She arched slightly, needing more. It wasn’t enough. It never was, not without Sevika.
“Now use your fingers and pinch your nipples,” Sevika said, her voice thickening.
Mel did, a sharp breath escaping her lips as she twisted gently. Her hips lifted off the mattress in response, a moan catching in her throat.
“Again,” Sevika ordered. “Tug like you know I would if I was there.”
Mel’s gasp was shaky, nearly desperate. Her nipples throbbed between her fingers, the pull sending a jolt of heat straight to her core. Sevika’s voice dropped lower, almost a growl now, slow, certain and cruel in its accuracy.
“I know what that did to you. I know the second you pulled, a fresh wave of wetness spilled down your thighs.”
Mel let out a sharp, trembling exhale.
“I bet the sheets are soaked already,” she continued, voice steady and brutal in its control. “I bet your thighs are slick and hot and aching, just from obeying me.”
Mel’s breath broke into a whispered, reverent, “Please.”
“Drag your hand lower,” Sevika said. “Just to your stomach though, not lower.”
Mel whimpered softly, obeying. Her body trembled under the restraint. Fingers splayed against her abdomen, shaking slightly.
“Good girl,” Sevika said, voice rough and approving.
The words struck like a match against Mel’s skin. Her body jolted, hips twitching beneath the sheets as the heat pulsed low in her belly, sharp, immediate and blinding. Her breath came out in a broken gasp, teeth sinking into her bottom lip to stop the sound that wanted to follow.
Sevika hummed, the sound dark with satisfaction. “Yeah. That's my girl.”
Mel’s fingers clenched the sheets for a second. She wasn’t touching herself yet, not where she wanted to, but her thighs were trembling, her skin alive and burning for more.
“You love it when I praise you, don’t you?” Sevika murmured. “When I tell you you’re being good for me.”
Mel swallowed, voice nearly gone. “Yes.”
“I can hear it in your breathing. Feel it in how quiet you’ve gone.”
Mel whimpered, her hand trailing down further, grazing the tender skin of her inner thighs.
“Move down to your thighs,” Sevika said, even though Mel was already there. “Tease yourself.”
She let her hand slide back and forth over her skin, slow, featherlight strokes like she knew Sevika would, never enough pressure, just enough to stay aching. The muscles in her legs quivered under the restraint.
“Keep your hand there,” Sevika said. “Feel how badly you want it.”
Mel nodded, forehead tipping into the pillow, her breath caught in tight, hot bursts.
“Your pussy is mine,” Sevika said, low and clear. “You don’t get to take it without me.”
Mel moaned, a soft, broken sound, the ache between her legs now sharp enough to burn.
“Just like that,” Sevika continued. “Keep yourself there, suffering for me.”
Mel’s breath broke again, her voice thin and pleading. “I wish you were here.”
“I know. So do I,” Sevika said, and for a moment, her voice wavered, warmth and ache threaded into each word. “I’ve wanted to touch you since I woke up this morning.”
Mel felt the tears sting her eyes, pleasure and emotion blurring into one unbearable knot.
“I want you to touch me.”
“I will when I’m back. But right now you follow my voice.”
Mel nodded against the pillow, her voice a whisper. “Please.”
“Alright,” Sevika said, steady and low. “Slide your right hand down. Slowly through your soaked folds.”
Mel obeyed, her breath catching as her fingertips made contact with the slick. She was hot and painfully sensitive, a ragged moan tore out of her at the contact.
“Don’t rush,” Sevika said. “I want you to feel everything. You understand?”
“Yes,” Mel gasped.
Her right hand moved in a languid stroke, middle finger brushing down and back up again. Her left hand was back on her chest, curled around her breast. She squeezed and then rolled her nipple between her fingers, the double sensation making her hips rise from the mattress.
“Good,” Sevika murmured. “Now... use two fingers. Just enough pressure to drag over your clit in slow circles.”
Mel whimpered, obeying. The pressure made her thighs tremble, the ache intensifying with every deliberate pass.
“Not too hard,” Sevika warned. “I want you aching, not finishing.”
Mel’s breath stuttered. “Sevika–”
“Shh. Drag down again between your folds.”
Her fingers dipped lower, spreading slick heat as she obeyed, the wet sound obscene in the quiet. Her legs fell further open, trying to ease the throb, but it only made it worse.
“Now back up,” Sevika said. “Slow. Don’t touch your clit yet.”
Mel groaned, her voice thick. “Please...”
“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathed, almost sobbed.
“I could slide my fingers in without resistance. You’d take them all.”
Mel’s hips jerked, eyes fluttering shut as her left hand tugged harder on her nipple.
“Rub your clit now in small circles. Think of my thumb pressing right there, pinning you open.”
Mel obeyed, and a fresh wave of heat rolled through her. Her body arched, desperate and grateful and on fire.
Then Sevika’s voice cut in again. “Stop. Take your fingers off.”
Mel gasped, a sound of pure loss. “No–”
“You’ll do what I say.”
Her hand froze, hovering.
“Now drag down and tease your entrance. Feel how badly you want me there.”
Mel obeyed, slick fingers circling herself, her breath broken and shallow. “Please, baby. Please give me more.”
A pause. Then, “Alright,” Sevika growled. “Rub your clit a little harder.”
Mel cried out, pleasure hitting like a crack of thunder. Her fingers moved faster now, desperate, perfectly guided.
“Say my name.”
“Sevika–”
“Again.”
“Sev, please.”
Her voice cracked with need, every syllable soaked in desperation. She was teetering, legs shaking, the edge drawing her in like gravity.
“Can I come?” she whispered. “Please. I need to...”
Sevika’s voice stayed steady, maddeningly composed. “Beg me.”
Mel gasped, her breath catching on the brink. “Please... please let me. I need it, Sev. I need to come. I can’t– I’m so close.”
“I want to hear you,” Sevika said. “Tell me how badly you need to come.”
Mel sobbed, the words tumbling out, raw and unfiltered. “I want you. I need your hands, your voice, I need to come for you. Please, Sevika. I can’t hold it, please let me.”
A pause. A beat where everything froze.
Sevika’s grip tightened on the wheel. Her knuckles whitened, jaw clenched, but not from restraint. From how badly she wanted to pull over and slide her hand between her thighs. Because she was soaked. She could feel the damp cling of her boxers, heat pulsing in her core like a second heartbeat.
Mel’s voice, breathless and begging, had lit her up from the inside. Later, she’d shower. But now? Mel came first.
“Come for me,” Sevika said, low and final.
Mel’s body arched on the other end of the line, a breathless sob tearing from her throat as she came, Sevika’s name tumbling from her lips in a choked whisper.
And Sevika kept her hand on the wheel, her eyes locked on the road, her body screaming to be the one making Mel come, to pull those sounds from her. But she stayed right there, guiding Mel through the end, steady as stone.
As the last aftershocks passed through her body, Mel lay there trembling, flushed and undone. She was not fully satisfied because the space beside her was still cold, the pillow untouched, the voice that commanded her was still too far away.
“Thank you,” she murmured, the words soft as breath. “I needed that.”
Sevika exhaled slowly, the sound somewhere between pride and longing. “You did good, honey.”
Mel closed her eyes, a shiver passing through her at the praise, slower than the ones before.
“You followed every word. Didn’t rush and didn’t push. You were mine tonight, start to finish,” Sevika said, her voice husky now, low with honest heat. “And fuck, hearing you like that... knowing I did that to you without even touching you?” She let out a breathless chuckle, more exhale than laugh. “I’m soaked through. Gonna need to wring my boxers out when I get to the room.”
Mel chuckled, the sound lazy and pleased. “If you’re going to take care of that,” she said, “I want photos.”
Sevika grinned, and Mel could hear it through the line. “Maybe you deserve them.”
“Oh?”
“As a reward,” Sevika said. “For being such a good girl.”
Mel’s answering laugh was low and satisfied, but it faded into silence, the warmth between them lingering in the quiet. A few seconds later, she heard the engine drop to idle.
“You there?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Sevika said. “Just pulled into the lot.”
Mel smiled at the ceiling. “Go shower and then get some sleep.”
“You too.”
There was a pause, a breath they both held onto.
“Goodnight, Mel.”
“Goodnight, my love.”
The line disconnected, and the silence after was softer, no less lonely, but warmer than it had been an hour before.
***
The next two days passed in the same rhythm – night falling, the phone ringing, Sevika’s voice smoothing through the speaker like warm stone. And Mel, already aching, touching herself for her partner’s words. It was good, intimate and better than anything else she could achieve solo. But it wasn’t enough.
She tried. She brought out the dildo Sevika liked to use on her, and when that didn’t help, she pulled out the vibrator. It left her flushed but hollow, the afterglow dim, quiet and unsatisfying. She blamed the headspace. The distance. The lack of a hand gripping her hip, or a voice in her ear that wasn’t crackling over the speaker. She blamed missing Sevika – the weight of her, the smell of her, the heat of her thigh against Mel’s.
Each morning she woke up needy and it was getting to the point where desire felt like a second skin, tight and inflexible. Sevika had one more day in Targon but Mel wasn’t sure she could take it.
By early afternoon, she’d made up her mind. She blackened the windows of her stadium office, claiming the light had been giving her headaches, if anyone asked, and quietly sent Elora to fetch lunch from town. A subtle excuse. She felt guilty for making her assistant take the longer trip, but she needed time. Time and privacy.
The door locked behind her with a soft click. She stood in the centre of the room for a long moment, pulse already racing, then crossed to the couch. She stayed in her usual white dress – the one Sevika always praised, with its sharp geometric lines, structured bodice, and sheer black paneling that framed her chest. She arranged herself on the cushions with grace, the high collar framing her neck, the fabric hugging her hips like memory.
Then she picked up her phone. The first photo was teasing, she was reclined, back arched just slightly, legs crossed at the ankle, one hand tangled in her hair. Her expression was cool, sultry, with that barest ghost of a smirk. The second showed more skin, her thigh slipped out from beneath the drape of fabric, her neckline shifted slightly askew. She knew how to hint.
The third– Her chest was bare, one arm wrapped beneath her breasts, fingers curled in loose suggestion. Her lips were parted and eyes heavy. The caption left unsent, just the image.
She stared at the screen, pulse in her throat. There was no response, the read receipts hadn’t ticked over. Sevika was probably out on the field.
Mel bit her lip. She should have stopped, but she didn’t. She was too far gone, and if she couldn’t have Sevika there, she needed Sevika to feel what she was doing. She let her head fall back against the arm of the couch, slipping her hand beneath the edge of her dress. Her fingers slid down, trailing through her folds – already wet, embarrassingly so – and she moaned at the first touch loud and wanton. Like a string had snapped.
She brought her fingers to her mouth, wrapped her tongue around them, slow and hungry, tasting herself with closed eyes and a groan. Then she took the photo. Her chin tipped slightly, lips parted around her fingers, eyes heavy-lidded and unapologetic. Her caption was quick and unfiltered.
Mel: I should be tasting myself off daddy’s fingers.
She sent it before she could hesitate. Then stared at the screen, still not read. Still no response. Still desperate. She let the breath leave her in one long exhale. Her skin buzzed. Her heart felt like it was beating in every inch of her body.
Slowly she stood and crossed to the en-suite bathroom, then rinsed her hands under cold water. She splashed her face and took in two deep breaths. By the time she returned to her desk, the heat had dulled, not gone, but quieted. There was work to finish and a last night alone still to come.
***
By the time she left the stadium office around six, the messages still hadn’t been read. Mel had checked them at least a half a dozen times – twice after Elora returned with lunch and casually asked if Mel wanted the blinds opened back up, once between meetings and a few more times during her second cup of tea.
The photos were still sitting there. And the last, her fingers in her mouth, her eyes half-lidded, and the caption that had made even her blush when she reread it, still unread with no reply. She felt a flush of embarrassment creep into her chest as she drove home, not regret but something close. Maybe it had been too much. Too needy. But Sevika would call, she always did when driving back to the hotel. And when she saw the photos? It would pay off.
Mel could already feel it – the sharp edge in Sevika’s voice, the rough instructions, the control she’d surrender to just from the sound of her. Tonight would be intense, and it would hurt in the best way.
By 9:30 p.m., Mel was curled on the couch, a glass of water on the coffee table, the TV casting flickers of soft blue against the walls. The political drama she and Sevika watched religiously was playing. She tried to focus on the plot and on the way her favourite character always chose her own ruin. But the ache between her thighs made it impossible.
She was wearing a silk shift in a soft ivory tone, thin straps sliding off one shoulder, her body warm from the earlier shower. Her underwear was lace, delicate, high-waisted and expensive. Sevika loved them.
Her right hand rested lightly over her pelvis, her fingers drawing lazy, slow circles over the hood of her clit – not enough to satisfy, just enough to stir the ache into something worse. The screen blurred in front of her and every scene passed unnoticed.
When her phone rang, she answered before the second chime.
“Hey,” she breathed, already breathless.
On the other end, Sevika’s voice was rough, low and dangerous – just as she hoped. “You were very desperate, weren’t you?”
Mel froze, her lips parted as heat surged through her.
“I–”
“That was your work office,” Sevika continued. “You sent me those photos and a message that I’m not even repeating aloud. Did you forget you had staff?” A pause. Then, darker, “You were touching yourself at your desk, weren’t you?”
Mel’s mouth opened, then closed again. “I... no–”
“You’re lying,” Sevika said, and she didn’t need proof. Her voice was smug and aroused. “You wanted me to see them. You wanted me to know how desperate you were.”
Mel whimpered.
“Are you naked?” Sevika asked, voice quieter now. “Are you already touching yourself?”
Mel hesitated, her fingers hadn’t stopped.
“I asked you a question.”
She cracked. “Yes, I am.”
Sevika chuckled darkly, the sound guttural and low. “You’re so needy for me you couldn’t even wait. You knew I wouldn’t be calling for another hour unless I finished early and yet here you are. Rubbing yourself to the thought of me.”
Mel moaned into the receiver, head tipping back against the couch. “Yes…”
“Touch your breasts.”
Mel moved her left hand up, cupping herself, her nipple already sensitive through the silk. She slipped the strap down, pulled the fabric aside, and rolled the soft bud between her fingers.
“Pull on them,” Sevika ordered. “Rough. Like I would if my mouth was there.”
Mel obeyed. She groaned, hips shifting, her name slipping out breathless and wrecked. “Sevika–”
“Gods, I love hearing you like this,” Sevika murmured. “So desperate. So fucking mine.”
Mel whimpered again, the sound raw.
“Lower,” Sevika said. “Move that pretty hand back down. Rub your clit for me.”
Mel’s fingers returned, her pussy already soaked. The silk of her shift bunched at her waist, cool against overheated skin. Her thighs parted wider, feet pressed into the couch cushions, grounding her as her fingers brushed over herself again. Just that, a touch, and her hips jolted, an electric response born of days without true relief.
“Fuck,” she whispered, voice fractured.
“Mmm, just like that,” Sevika said, her voice steady, deep, wrapped around her like a leash. “Rub small circles and breathe. Don’t stop.”
Mel obeyed. She closed her eyes, head tipping to the side, lips parted as she found her rhythm again. Her fingers moved in slow, precise spirals just under the hood, not too fast, just enough pressure to make her stomach flutter.
The ache bloomed again, hot and full. But beneath it, her mind splintered. Images surfaced unbidden, vivid and true. Sevika between her legs, dragging a chair across the floor with one hand and gripping Mel’s thighs apart with the other. That first moment when her mouth replaced her fingers – slow, claiming, patient as sin. The scrape of teeth across her inner thigh. The way Sevika looked up from between her legs, brow furrowed in focus like she was studying her.
Mel’s breath hitched. She remembered being bent over the arm of their couch, Sevika’s fingers knuckle-deep, her other hand tangled in Mel’s hair. 'Louder,' she’d growled, and Mel had been.
She remembered Sevika whispering praise directly into her ear – 'So fucking beautiful like this,' – while holding her open with both hands, watching her fall apart. That memory made her gasp. Her hips stuttered into her hand. Her mouth fell open.
For a moment, she forgot Sevika wasn’t there. Forgot the couch beneath her, the empty air. “More,” she gasped. “Please, more…”
But then it hit her again that Sevika was in Targon. Still days and thousands of miles away. She was alone and touching herself across a continent. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes.
“Sevika, I– I need– please. I’m so close. I need you to fuck me. I need you.”
“I will,” Sevika said, steady and dark. “I will. You’ll be in my lap, and I’ll have two fingers buried inside you, and my other hand in your hair. You’ll forget what being alone even felt like.”
“I want you,” Mel choked out. “I want your fingers. I want daddy’s fingers.”
“Then keep going.”
Mel’s hips jolted. Her hand moved faster. “I won’t... I won’t finish. It’s not enough.”
“You will,” Sevika said. “Because I said so.”
Mel’s hand faltered, her body too overstimulated to think. She gasped, close to crying.
“Two fingers,” Sevika ordered. “Now.”
Mel groaned low and broken, but did as she was told. Her fingers slipped inside easily, her body clenching tight.
“Move them slowly,” Sevika said. “Let me hear you.”
Mel whimpered, back arching against the couch, her body burning from the inside out.
***
The plane taxied to a stop and Sevika turned her phone off airplane mode the second she heard the chime. A dozen notifications blinked to life, updates from Vi, a calendar alert about a practice reschedule, something from Jinx that she ignored without reading. And then she opened the messages from Mel.
Saw the photos, all of them. The first one stole her breath. The second made her jaw clench. The third – bare skin, parted lips, Mel’s nipples brown and stiff – had her thighs tightening in her seat and her pussy instantly, undeniably wet. And the last… The last made her groan low in her throat, hand gripping the phone tighter than she meant to.
Sevika had to pause as her brain, her breath, everything short-circuited. She looked around, grateful to find no one close enough to see her screen. She locked her phone, just to stop herself from dropping it. Her knees didn’t stop aching until she hit the airport parking garage.
She found the car exactly where Vi said she’d leave it. That had been a good call, to message her from Targon and ask her to leave the car at the terminal once she borrowed it for the week. She also reminded Vi to not tell Mel about it, just one small secret, waiting to play out.
She sank into the seat, started the engine, and called Mel. Her heart pounded as it rang, not with nerves but with hunger. Because she could feel what Mel would sound like before she even answered. Because she'd read the desperation in her captions, knew Mel would already be touching herself.
And when Mel answered with a voice breathy and high, Sevika felt that familiar control slip over her like armour. By the time Mel admitted to already being naked, Sevika was burning again.
Now, the engine hummed softly under her as she pulled through the city, the final turns of the drive flying by in a blur. She drove one-handed, the prosthesis on the wheel, the other curled against her thigh to stop herself from slipping into her waistband.
Then– 'Move them slowly. Let me hear you.'
Mel moaned loudly, the sound ripped raw from her throat, like every nerve ending had just snapped. Sevika could hear her hips lifting, her breath breaking.
“You’re so wet for me,” she murmured. “I can hear it. Are you fucking yourself the way I would, babygirl?”
Mel could barely speak. “Yes… please… please, daddy.”
Sevika’s heart cracked open. She loved her like this, unravelled, obedient and unmistakeably hers.
“You’re doing so good,” she said, her voice thick now, softer but still commanding. “You feel so good for me. Keep going.”
“Need more,” Mel breathed, desperate and close to sobbing.
“I know,” Sevika said. She turned the final corner into the parking lot. “Just hold on."
There was silence on the other end for a few moments.
“Please,” Mel cried. “Please, Sevika, I need you so bad. I want to come, daddy, please.”
Sevika practically tore into the building. She was so grateful for the private elevator to the penthouse. No stops and no one to hear Mel’s needy voice through the speaker as she broke on the other end. She didn’t say anything as she stepped inside, she just listened to Mel's sobs. Her gasps. Her breaking. She crossed the foyer fast, kicked the front door open with her boot and let it swing wide.
“Mel?” she called, dropping her jacket in the entryway, shoes still on. She didn’t give a fuck.
Mel didn’t hear the door. She was still on the couch, legs spread, one hand between them, the other clinging to the phone like it was her only tether. Her body was shaking, her lips swollen, her face flushed and damp with tears.
“I’m here, babygirl,” Sevika said, low and warm.
Mel froze. The phone slipped from her fingers and hit the couch cushions. Her eyes opened and Sevika was already in front of her. She dropped to her knees without a word, pushed the coffee table aside with one hand. Her eyes swept over the mess – slick thighs, trembling muscles, soaked lace, and that look in Mel’s eyes: relief, surrender, and so much need it made her chest ache.
“You did so well,” Sevika murmured.
Then she lowered her head. Her mouth closed around Mel’s clit, tongue stroking slow and deep, like she had all the time in the world – like this wasn’t the end of four days of near-unbearable distance, of phone calls, ache and restraint. Her tongue circled, then flattened, drawing firm, deliberate pressure.
Mel cried out, her body arching into Sevika’s mouth. Her hand dropped instinctively, fingers burying in Sevika’s thick hair and pulling.
Sevika groaned against her, the vibration making Mel gasp. Her hips moved, rocking up then down again, searching for friction, for that edge. Sevika let her move, adjusted to her rhythm, held her thighs with steady hands and let her take what she needed. Mel’s moans had gone silent now. Her mouth was open, head tipped back, breath catching in broken, soundless bursts as her body chased release. Still trembling. Still holding on.
And then Sevika felt the way Mel kept tightening around the air, the way her legs shook but never gave in. 'She’s waiting for permission,' Sevika realised. That beautiful, obedient part of Mel was still there, even now, even with Sevika’s mouth on her. She pulled back just an inch, lips brushing against swollen, slick skin.
“Come for me, babygirl,” Sevika said, voice hoarse, reverent. “Now.”
Mel shattered instantly. Her back arched off the couch, fingers twisting in Sevika’s hair as she cried out, raw and breathless, hips bucking once, twice, then falling still as the waves tore through her. Her whole body shook with it, release hitting like a train.
Sevika didn’t stop until Mel pushed her hand weakly against her shoulder, not to push her away just to pause and to breathe again. And Sevika stayed right there, her mouth kissed gently over damp skin, her hands curled around shaking thighs.
***
Mel’s breathing slowed, her body still trembling lightly. She let her head fall back, chest rising in shallow waves. It took her a moment, maybe longer, before she could speak.
“You’re really here,” she whispered, blinking like she was still caught in a dream.
Sevika looked up at her, lips flushed, jaw slick, eyes soft.
“There wasn’t anything left to do that was worth being away,” she murmured. “I figured I’d surprise you.”
Mel let out a shaky laugh, the sound half sob, half relief. “I’m not complaining.”
She leaned down, still breathless, and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in it.
Their mouths met with hunger, days of absence crammed into the space of a breath. Mel grabbed Sevika’s collar and pulled her closer, lips parting, tongue sliding against hers in something too rough to be tender but too desperate to be anything else. Sevika’s hands cupped Mel’s jaw, anchored her there, kissed her like she was trying to make up for every second of silence and space between them.
When they finally pulled apart, they were breathing the same air. Sevika lifted Mel with ease, one arm around her thighs, the other bracing her back. Mel gasped, then laughed, then buried her face into Sevika’s neck as she carried her to the bedroom without saying another word.
She laid her down carefully, like she always did, her strength never rough with Mel – unless they both wanted it. Mel sank into the bed with a content sigh, legs still open, arms still reaching.
Sevika stripped. Her Henley got caught against the edge of her prosthetic, and she cursed softly, but Mel was already sitting up, fingers deftly helping her pull the fabric up and over.
“Thanks,” Sevika muttered.
Mel just smiled. “I like undressing you.”
Sevika leaned down and kissed her slower this time, then moved to the drawer beside the bed. The harness came out first. Then the sensation transmitting hexstrap. A soft pulse of blue light shimmered across it as she tested it in her palm.
Mel didn’t move, but her hand reached out lazily, fingers brushing along Sevika’s inner thigh. Her touch found wetness instantly, thick and already trailing down. The white sheen stood out stark on Sevika’s deep skin.
“Gods,” Mel whispered, voice awed. “Look what I do to you.”
Her fingers slid upward through the slick mess, bumping against Sevika’s clit with each pass. Sevika’s hips jolted.
“Mel–”
“You’re soaked,” Mel murmured, clearly pleased with herself. She took the strap from Sevika, angled it up and pressed it into place, not just in the harness but against her clit.
Sevika groaned at the contact which made Mel smirk. “You feel it already?”
Sevika didn’t answer, just climbed back on the bed and kissed her. This kiss was different – all tongue, pressure and heat. Sevika pressed her body down into Mel’s, one hand finding her breasts, tugging at her nipples. Mel gasped against her mouth, back arching.
And as revenge, her hand snaked between them, wrapped around the strap and rubbed her thumb around the head of it in slow, purposeful circles. Sevika moaned and her hips twitched, body reacting immediately to the hexcore that connected the strap’s sensations to her nerves. “Fuck! Mel…”
That was enough. She growled, low and rough, and pushed Mel flat on the bed, kissing her again with teeth this time, dragging her lower lip between her teeth and tugging just hard enough to make Mel gasp.
The tip of the strap found Mel’s entrance – wet, open, more than ready. Then she buried herself inside. Mel cried out, hands flying to Sevika’s shoulders, nails digging into her skin. The stretch was deep but familiar, the angle perfect. Sevika slid in fully, her hips pressing flush to Mel’s as the strap seated inside her, filling her like only this ever did.
She didn’t move at first, just breathed. Mel was shaking beneath her, her chest rising and falling in quick waves, eyes already glassy. Sevika looked down at her and brushed a thumb along her cheek.
“I’ve got you,” she whispered.
Then she started to move in long, slow thrusts, each one deliberate. She pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in, the strap angled to grind against every sensitive place inside Mel. And with every thrust the hexcore fed it back to Sevika, pressure, heat and friction blooming in her clit like fire catching. They moaned together, Mel’s soft and broken, Sevika’s low and guttural.
Mel wrapped her legs around Sevika’s hips, tilting up, wanting more. Her hands slid across Sevika’s back, holding her close, grounding them both.
“You feel so good,” Sevika rasped. “So fucking good.”
Mel could barely breathe. “Don’t stop... don’t–”
“Not stopping,” Sevika growled. “Not tonight.”
The pace picked up. Their bodies moved together, sweat-slick and shuddering. Mel gasped with each thrust, Sevika groaned through clenched teeth. The strap flexed between them, against heat and slickness, and every time Sevika slammed into her it drove a cry from Mel’s throat. They were close, both of them.
“Mel. Fuck, Mel–”
“Sev, I’m... Please.”
“Come for me,” Sevika breathed. “Come with me.”
Mel shattered, her moan broke into a sob as her body arched, wrapped tight around Sevika, shaking through it. And Sevika came with her, hips stuttering, eyes squeezing shut, a deep groan pulled from the centre of her chest as pleasure rolled over both of them like a crashing wave.
They stilled together and Sevika lowered herself slowly, resting her forehead against Mel’s shoulder, heart pounding. Mel’s arms wound around her, one hand found Sevika’s hair, threading through it.
“Mmm, you’re here,” Mel whispered again.
Sevika kissed her neck. “Told you. Couldn’t stay away.”
Mel let her fingers slide slowly down the back of Sevika’s neck, tracing the sweat-damp edge of her hairline. Neither of them moved beyond that. They just stayed tangled, breath to breath, hearts still racing out of sync.
“I thought that I was losing my mind,” Mel murmured, lips brushing Sevika’s temple. “I missed you so much it made me stupid.”
Sevika chuckled, rough and quiet. “You? Never.”
Mel huffed a soft laugh into her shoulder. “I took nudes in my office.”
Sevika lifted her head just enough to meet her gaze. “And you looked so good doing it.”
They kissed again, slower this time, less hunger and more gravity.
The city buzzed faintly outside, but in the quiet of their bedroom, wrapped around each other and the space they’d fought so hard to build, everything else fell away.