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The grimy streets of the undercity were never bathed in the soft sunlight of morning, but they seemed particularly dark that night. A dim, flickering streetlight offered only a soft glow in the alleyway as Sevika made her way home from The Last Drop. Despite the late hour and her loneliness, she walked home unaffected. She had earned respect, or maybe fear, from the residents of the undercity. She knew she was safe, although the ease with which she carried herself tonight was likely more from the whiskey.

Then she spotted Vi, and the indifference she had carried herself with faded quickly. Vi sat slumped against a brick wall, her chest heaving as blood creeped through the wrappings on her chest and hands. Streaks of black makeup painted her face, and tears forced inky stripes to stream down her jaw and neck. Even like this, Vi was gorgeous. Her body was harder, more muscular, since she had gotten out of Stillwater. Her figure had filled out too, her chest and hips now much fuller despite the years of prison food. Sevika had noticed the change in the midst of their fight in the bar. When she lay awake at night, she let herself think about an alternate ending, one where she didn’t try to stab her, but flipped her over and pinned her down instead. Sevika swallowed. This was no time to let liquor lower her sexual inhibitions.

Sevika’s heart sank as she observed Vi’s injuries from afar, and the last favor Vander had asked of her seemed to squeeze the air from her lungs. She had known Vi had started fighting for money, of course, she had made quite a sum from gambling on her wins, but she had avoided considering what Vi’s life looked like outside of the ring. Guilt pulled at her as she thought of what she promised to repay Vander, but she walked past, averting her eyes for plausible deniability. She only made it another ten feet before she turned back.

Sevika couldn’t leave her there. She knelt down next to Vi, assessing her visible wounds. They were definitely bad, but they seemed fairly surface-level. She’d have to check for fractures after she got her cleaned up.

“Damn, kid, who fucked you up this bad?”

Vi didn’t answer, just met her eyes wearily before looking down and clutching her ribs, the rise and fall of her chest quickening slightly. Sevika weighed her options. She could carry her, but that would likely result in a protest, potentially a violent one. It didn’t seem like Vi was in any shape to walk.

“I’m, uh, I’m gonna pick you up now, okay?”

Vi glared at her. “Don’t. You. Dare.”

Sevika let out a low chuckle. At least she was alive enough to put up a fight. She wrapped her metal arm around Vi’s waist and pulled her up over her shoulder. Vi gasped, the newfound position unkind to her bruises. She swat at Sevika’s back weakly while attempting to kick at her front.

“Easy, killer, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Sevika fought back a smirk as she chastised the girl over her shoulder. The walk back to her place wasn’t far, and she managed to keep Vi in place until they reached the door to her apartment. As she fiddled with the lock, Vi rekindled her protests, causing her to slip slightly from Sevika’s grasp.

“Look, kid, you can either come inside and rest a second, or you can take your chances half-dead in the alleyway I found you in.” Sevika hoped that if she called Vi “kid,” the sexual thoughts she couldn’t quite muffle would dissipate.

“I’m probably better off on the street than with a filthy fucking traitor like you,” Vi snapped.

Sevika rolled her eyes, but she didn’t respond.

Once inside, Sevika set Vi down on the bathroom floor and pulled the chain to the small lightbulb that hung overhead. Vi glared at her through dark black strands. She braced herself against the bathroom wall, pushing herself into a standing position and looking up to meet Sevika’s eyes. She made a weak attempt at a punch to Sevika’s chest, falling into her slightly with the momentum. Sevika huffed and wrapped her arms around Vi’s back. The position was something analogous to a hug, and Vi sank into Sevika’s chest at the closeness, the fight she had tried to maintain slipping away. Sevika lowered her back down to the floor.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, doll.” She started the water in the tub, pulled the bulky leather jacket off Vi’s shoulders, and used a serrated knife to bare her of the wraps on her chest and hands. Sevika steeled herself as the discarded wrappings revealed Vi’s breasts. Shiny silver bars pierced her pink nipples, which hardened in the cold air. Vi made a half-hearted attempt to conceal herself, raising her arms over her chest, but she gave up as Sevika tapped her hips. She pushed herself up from the cool tiled floor to let Sevika free her of the heavy black denim. Boxers. Sevika let out a quiet huff, she should've known. They were grey and ill fitting, tight around her hips and thighs with too much give in the crotch. Sevika clenched her jaw, pushing back the urge to lick her lips.

Sevika motioned to them, “you can leave those on until I’m gone, it doesn’t look like you have any injuries underneath.”

Vi nodded, and Sevika helped her up and into the warm bath. She grabbed a clean washcloth, dipped it in the water, and rubbed it into a bar of soap before offering it to Vi.

“You think you can manage by yourself?” Sevika asked.

Vi took the rag and made a feeble attempt at wiping her face.

“Yeah, okay, give it to me,” Sevika said gruffly. She scrubbed, her touches gentler as she passed over the yellow and purplish bruises that spotted Vi’s midsection and arms. Sevika took her hands one at a time, washing softly as she went over her bruised and scraped knuckles. She had avoided Vi’s chest for as long as possible, the thought of her mouth on Vi’s tits making her salivate, but she finally brushed over them in a way she hoped came off as clinical.

“You trying to feel me up?” Vi spat, some fire seeming to have returned after reaching some semblance of cleanliness.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you,” Sevika replied, keeping her face decidedly bored despite the heat building in her chest. She handed Vi the washcloth. “Finish up, I’ll get you a towel.” She turned, grabbing a towel from a cabinet under the sink. She stood facing the door, listening to the water splash as Vi presumably removed her underwear and finished scrubbing.

“Are you gonna give it to me or are you just gonna hold it for a while?” Vi said, her voice laced with forced contempt. Sevika turned around, expecting a still-submerged Vi to be looking up from the tub but instead finding her naked and standing, her arms crossed over her chest.

Sevika met her gaze, careful to keep her eyes up but uncomfortably aware of her peripheral vision. “You’re pretty demanding for someone standing injured and butt-ass naked in my apartment,” she sneered. Her heart thumped hard in chest. She threw Vi the towel and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

She grabbed the smallest t-shirt and boxers she could find from her dresser, though she knew it wouldn't really matter. Vi would be swimming in anything she gave her. Sevika knocked on the bathroom door, but she didn’t wait for a reply, cracking the door just enough to lay the clothes on the sink.

She looked around her apartment and took a deep breath. Vi, Vander’s daughter, newly-favored pit fighter, and shockingly attractive ex-convict was in her bathroom, and she had no idea what to do about it. Before their bar fight, she had only known Vi as a teenager, which left a sinking feeling in her stomach. She swallowed hard. She hadn't seen Vi that way at all back then, but now she was all grown up, and they had fought. Hand to hand, chest to chest. Despite the violence involved, there had been pockets of time where Sevika had thought their positions weren't too far off from some of her wilder escapades.

And then Vi opened the door. She had put on the clothes Sevika left for her. The shirt nearly swallowed Vi whole, and when she lifted the hem to wipe a few remaining water droplets from her nose, Sevika could see that she had rolled the waist of the boxers a few times to keep them up. Her mouth watered slightly at the sight, but she forced her face to remain neutral as Vi walked up to her.

Vi came close, and Sevika tugged at the baggy sleeve. “Little big on ya, huh? Maybe you’ll grow into it.” A mocking smirk tugged on the corner of her lips.

Vi glared, but she pulled Sevika in at the waist and kissed her. Hard. Sevika stood in shock for a moment as Vi’s lips met hers, decisive and demanding. For a moment, she considered kissing her back, but it only took a second for her to come to her senses.

She pushed Vi back by her shoulders.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Vi looked up incredulously. “What do you mean ’what do I think I'm doing’? You took me home, got me naked, and caressed my tits." Her voice broke. "Is this not what you wanted?”

Sevika rolled her eyes. “I owed Vander a favor, and you were half dead in an alleyway. You’re not here because I wanted your sorry ass.”

“You must have owed him an awful lot to undress me yourself.”

Sevika‘s eyebrows lifted in a challenge, and she closed the distance between them, staring pointedly downward. If this was what Vi wanted, who was she to deny her?

“Violet, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“You think you’re that special, huh?” Vi huffed, turning her head to the side as she rolled her eyes. Sevika grabbed Vi’s chin, forcing her to face her.

”I’m pretty sure you’ve never been with anyone like me.” Her voice lowered and she closed her metal hand around Vi’s hip. “If we’re gonna do this, it’s gonna be on my terms.”

“What, you want me to buy you dinner before I fuck you?”

Sevika laughed, her head tilting back slightly. “Oh, sweetheart, we’ll see who does the fucking.” She got closer, nudging Vi backward with her chest.

“I’m not a bottom.” Vi bit back between gritted teeth.

Sevika pressed her against the wall, bringing her arm up to lean over her. Vi’s pupils were blown wide, and her lips were parted softly.

“Violet, I don’t care if your Piltie princess let you top her, I see right through your tough-guy act.” Sevika pushed her knee between Vi’s thighs, bringing it upward to spread them further. Even through her pants, she could feel Vi’s boxers, her boxers, start to dampen.

“It’s not an act.” Vi insisted, but her words came out breathy, and she swallowed hard. Sevika tightened her grip.

“Then why is your cunt making a wet spot on my pants?”

Vi opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Sevika brought her knee up harder, and Vi’s hips rocked reflexively.

“That’s what I fucking thought. You’re desperate to be dominated aren’t you? Desperate to be fucked by someone bigger than you– stronger than you.”

Vi looked away, her breath turning heavy and ragged. Sevika leaned down, dragging her teeth up Vi’s neck before landing on her ear, giving it a tug. Vi moaned in response, her head falling back to offer more access. Sevika took the invitation, licking and sucking at the soft skin underneath Vi’s jaw.

“Such a needy fucking slut, huh?” Sevika murmured. She dragged her metal hand up Vi’s side, eliciting a shudder and a stifled whimper. At the sound, Sevika felt herself clench, pleased by the reaction.

“Fuck you,” Vi gasped, but she didn’t pull away.

“I’d like to see you try,” Sevika purred. In response, Vi hooked two fingers in the waistband of Sevika’s pants and palmed at her chest with the other. Sevika relished in Vi’s struggle to assert some pretense of dominance before grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, taking Vi’s chin in the other.

“Woah, woah, woah, sweetheart, are you concussed? Who the fuck said you could touch?” Sevika tilted her head with the question, waiting to see how Vi would react to the challenge.

“You never… said I couldn’t,” Vi rasped. She squirmed against Sevika’s grip, but rather than an escape route, the thrashing only offered more friction between her thighs. She let out a high pitched moan, rocking her hips hard against Sevika’s thigh. Sevika couldn’t help the groan she let out as Vi lost control.

“You should know better, Violet. You’re gonna beg for me.” Sevika’s voice was low, her mouth grazing Vi’s ear.

“No, I’m not” Vi protested through gritted teeth, “and stop fucking calling me that.”

Sevika brought one hand down to cup Vi’s ass, lifting her up slightly with the motion. She pulled back to meet Vi’s eyes.

“Oh yeah? D’you prefer ‘sweetheart’ then? Or ‘baby’?” Vi glared back at her. Sevika leaned in close, her lips nearly touching Vi’s. “Or maybe you just wanna be my good girl, huh?”

Vi gasped, her face flushed and hips bucking against her will. Her back arched off the wall, and she closed the distance between them with a desperate kiss. Sevika let out a gratified moan in response, kissing back with fervor as she let her free hand roam over Vi’s muscled form, still keeping Vi’s pinned above her head. She moved up under Vi’s shirt, palming her tits and dragging her fingers over the stiff peaks. Vi’s breath hitched as Sevika explored, and she moaned softly into the kiss.

“Yeah, I know you want it baby,” Sevika murmured. “You gonna let me take care of you?”

Vi moaned, louder this time, and she rested her head on Sevika’s chest.

“I asked you a question, Violet,” Sevika teased. “I expect an answer.”

Vi let out a hushed whine. “Yes, fuck.”

“Yes, what?” Sevika kept her tone carefully condescending, trying to mask her need. She knew she was probably just as desperate as Vi, but she wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. She knew she’d probably never have the girl like this again.

“Fuck,” Vi started, “Yes, Sevika, I’m gonna let you take care of me.” Her voice was shaky and low, trembling with desire.

“Mmm, that's it, sweetheart, but you’re still missing something.”

Vi looked up at her through her lashes, brows furrowed and pupils blown wide.

Sevika smirked. “I’ll wait.”

Vi whined again, struggling to escape Sevika’s grasp on her wrists. To avoid responding, Vi leaned in to kiss her, but Sevika pulled back, her mouth forming a taunting smirk. Vi stared for a moment, her chest heaving. She bit her lip and looked down.

“Fuck, Vika, I’m gonna let you take care of me. I swear I’ll be a good girl. Please–” her voice broke, “please just fucking touch me.”

Sevika bit back a moan. She could feel herself pooling in her underwear. She hadn’t been this wet in a long time; the girls at the brothel weren’t quite so… pathetic. The honest desperation in Vi’s voice was intoxicating, far more enticing than what her usual girls could offer. She took care of them too, of course, but it wasn’t like this.

“My good girl,” Sevika hummed. She released Vi’s wrists and picked her up by her thighs, carrying her over to the bed before setting her down. Sevika pulled Vi’s shirt up, lifting it over her shoulders, and then gently pushed her to lie down. She guided Vi’s hands up, leaving them with nothing to do but grab at the pillow behind her. Sevika dragged her right hand down Vi’s chest, splaying her fingers to feel each crevice and ripple of muscle. Her fingers caught on the rolled waistband of Vi’s underwear, and she fiddled with the fabric for a moment, letting her fingers slip just barely inside.

Vi rolled her hips in response, bringing one leg up and out to give access, but Sevika moved on, keeping her touch light as she dragged her fingertips across the top of Vi’s thighs. She left teasing touches between them, light and quick, and Vi whined in protest, her hips rocking to find friction. Sevika laughed softly, finally pressing firmly, and felt the wetness of the darkened fabric. Her mouth watered.

“Fuck, baby, all this for me, hm?” Vi closed her eyes tight and nodded, her mouth falling open as Sevika touched her. “Such a needy little thing, making a mess in my boxers.” The fabric was loose on Vi, and Sevika slid her fingers up her thigh underneath.

Vi moaned at the contact. “Yes, please, Vika,” she breathed.

“Please what?” Sevika taunted. She could feel herself throb as Vi begged.

“Please touch me, already, fuck.” Vi’s hands tightened on the pillow, and her abs clenched in anticipation.

“Since you asked so politely,” Sevika murmured. Her fingers found Vi’s folds, slick with need, and she stroked softly. “Such a good girl.”

Vi moaned, and Sevika picked up the pace, applying pressure where she needed it most. She looked incredible like this, a thin sheen of sweat making her skin glisten in the dim light. Her chest heaved, and the sliver bars in her taut nipples caught the light while her strong arms flexed above her head. Sevika didn’t know how she had gone so long without this. Vi looked good enough to eat.

“Fuck, baby,” she rasped. Sevika pulled away, freeing Vi of her underwear quickly and tossing it to the side. Vi groaned. Rough pink curls covered her mound, trailing up her abdomen. Sevika pushed her legs farther open, kneeling down to position her mouth between Vi’s solid thighs. She attempted to be subtle as she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Vi’s need. A bead of white arousal had formed at Vi’s entrance, and it took every ounce of self control Sevika could muster to keep from lapping at it right then. She licked her lips, the sight of Vi’s cunt leaving her momentarily light-headed.

“Sweetheart, you’re dripping.” Sevika meant for the words to come out condescending, but her tone bordered on reverent. Vi didn’t seem to notice, the blush in her cheeks spreading quickly down her neck. Sevika pressed a kiss to Vi’s folds before licking a firm stripe up from her entrance. Vi’s moan came out shocked and strangled. Sevika did it again.

“Fuck, Vika, please.” Sevika didn’t think Vi knew exactly what she was begging for, but the desperation in her voice was encouragement enough. Sevika parted Vi’s lips with her tongue, pressing a firm kiss to her clit. She took the nub into her mouth, sucking rhythmically before letting it out, lapping at it, and sucking it back in again. Desperate whimpers fell from Vi’s mouth, unashamed and unaware, as if the only thing she could sense was Sevika’s mouth. Sevika was suddenly grateful for her years of experience in pleasuring women, the techniques that were once unfamiliar now second nature. She wanted to draw out every sound she could.

Her metal hand came up to toy with Vi’s pert nipples, probably aching with arousal, while her other came beneath Vi’s thigh, pushing it upward to allow better access. Sevika flicked her tongue over Vi’s clit, making her hips buck. Sevika could hear her blood roaring in her ears, her own hips rocking to meet the edge of the mattress. If it wouldn’t have taken attention away from eating Vi out, she might have tried to control herself, but she was too present in her current pursuit to care.

“Fuck, yes, oh my god, yes, Vika, please don’t stop.” Vi panted as she begged.

“That’s it, sweetheart, tell me what you like,” Sevika’s response came in a low groan. “That’s my good girl.”

Another bead of wetness had formed at Vi’s entrance, and Sevika ducked down to press a flat tongue against it, lapping it into her mouth and toying with the fleshy slit. Vi pressed her hips further into Sevika’s mouth.

“Please, oh god, please.” At that, Sevika delved inside, her tongue stretching Vi’s hole as her nose rubbed against her clit.

“Oh fuck, just like that, yes, fuck, please don’t stop. Fuck, Vika, I need it so bad.” As Vi’s begging devolved into mindless babbling, Sevika pressed harder, nuzzling Vi’s nub and sucking at the warm skin below. She moved her hand from Vi’s thigh to brush her fingers down her folds, removing her mouth only for a second before returning. Sevika’s fingers crept up the slick stretch of skin behind her dripping cunt, and she pressed the tip of her middle finger to Vi’s entrance. Sevika swallowed hard before pressing inside. Vi whimpered, but she accepted the first finger easily, her core clenching around it. Sevika shuddered at the feeling, pressing her mouth back up against Vi’s clit as she moaned.

“Please, more, I need more,” Vi begged through ragged breaths. Sevika obliged. Her ring finger joined her middle, curling up to press against the sensitive spot inside. Vi’s back arched, and she let go of the pillow, reaching down to run her fingers through Sevika’s hair, holding it back to offer clearer access.

“Can’t keep your hands to yourself?” Sevika asked, her tone full of artificial contempt. Vi lifted her arms back to the pillow and whined.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Vika, please– fuck, please don’t make me stay like this.” Her words came out wanton, “I can’t help it. Her voice was high-pitched and breathless, and Sevika reveled in it, knowing no one else got to see her like this, that she was probably the first person to make her let go like this.

“Alright, baby, only because I’m feeling generous.”

Vi’s hands were back before Sevika could finish the sentence, and Sevika chuckled as she pressed her fingers deeper inside, scissoring them to stretch the opening. She repositioned herself, moving up and leaning over Vi to gain access to her breasts. She took one nipple in her mouth, flicking it with her tongue. As she watched Vi’s face scrunch in pleasure, she added a third finger, drawing out a harsh gasp. She pushed in and out a few times until Vi had adjusted to the presence, quiet whimpers falling from her lips.

“Do you wanna be fucked, sweetheart?” Sevika’s voice was soft and low. “I know I said I would, but it really is up to you; I don’t want you to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” Secretly, she was pretty sure Vi did want it, but she knew assuming something like that could end poorly. Besides, it was hot to hear how bad her partner wanted it, something she had learned she was especially fond of when she first started getting with girls.

“Fuck,” Vi started, “yeah,” she breathed, pupils wide and dark. Sevika raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for more. Vi closed her eyes tight, as if it would somehow shield her from embarrassment. “Fuck, Vika, please fuck me.”

“That’s my good girl. Was that so hard?” Sevika teased. She pulled her hand away, bringing her fingers up to her mouth and cleaning them off one by one.

“Fuck you.” Vi’s reply came out more of a whine than a biting retort as she watched Sevika suck.

“Mm, maybe another time,” Sevika mused. Something flashed in Vi’s eyes, but just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. Sevika tucked that away in her mind, hoping she’d get the chance to explore it some time. Now, she made her way back to her dresser, opening the same drawer she had pulled extra underwear from just an hour prior. She smiled to herself at the thought that Vi would likely need another pair. She pulled out a black harness and a brown dildo. It was sizable, mostly smooth with some ribbing. The realistic ones unnerved her, but she felt too old to be using anything colorful or patterned.

She tightened it around her hips and stood next to Vi, who had pushed herself up on her hands.

“Be a good girl and get it wet for me, sweetheart.”

Vi swallowed and nodded. She brought her lips up to press a kiss to the tip, then licked the length down to the base before licking back up. She closed her lips around the head and sunk down, taking the whole thing into her mouth. She gagged.

“A little eager, aren’t you?” Sevika chided, trying to mask her arousal at the sight. Vi pulled off, tears forming in corners of her eyes.

“Just–” Vi breathed. “Jus’ wanted to be good for you.” Sevika was sure she could finish just listening to her talk like that.

“Fuck, baby, you’re such a good girl for me.” Sevika moved to kneel between Vi’s legs on the bed, positioning the silicone at her entrance. “Tell me when you’re ready,” she instructed, caressing Vi’s thighs.

“Just do it already,” Vi pleaded. Sevika raised her eyebrows, still waiting. “Fuck, Vika, please fuck me.”

Sevika’s mouth turned up in a satisfied smile. “That’s my good girl. Didn’t I tell you I’d have you begging?” She thrust in.

Vi didn’t answer, her head falling back and her jaw falling open, a broken noise coming from her mouth. Sevika kept her pace slow, watching Vi carefully.

“How does that feel, sweetheart?” Sevika asked in a teasing voice, but the question was genuine.

Vi moaned in response, high pitched and needy. Unsatisfied, Sevika paused, resulting in a huff of protest.

“I asked you a question, Violet. Good girls use their words.”

Violet closed her eyes tight, seemingly steeling herself to speak. “It’s good, it feels good.” Sevika let out a low chuckle.

“That’s it, baby.” She started again, this time with a little more force. Vi gasped.

“Fuck, Vika, it feels so good, fuck.” Words tumbled from her lips against her will. Sevika bit at the inside of her lip.

“Play with your tits while I fuck you.” Her demand came out hoarse. “Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yeah, fuck, Vika, whatever you want.” Vi’s fingers grazed across her nipples before she palmed at her tits with both hands, pinching gently at the stiff peaks. “Fuck, Vika, yes, fuck, I’m getting close.” Her words came out fast and tight, like she couldn't keep herself from speaking. Her eyes stayed closed, and her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

“That’s my good girl, such a needy little thing, huh?” Sevika taunted. “Y’know, good girls usually beg to come.” Vi shivered.

“Fuck, Vika, please don’t make me wait.” Despite her naked body on display, Sevika’s eyes were drawn to the way Vi’s mouth moved as she begged, the desperation evident in her pinked cheeks and parted lips. She committed it memory, watching intently as Vi tilted her head back, exposing the pale skin of her neck. Her collarbones were prominent between her muscled shoulders, and Sevika revelled in the expanse of bare skin in front of her. Vi’s chest was spotted with scars and bruises, but she wasn’t apprehensive about letting Sevika look or touch – at least not now. “Vika, please, fuck, please let me come, I’m so close.” Vi’s pleas broke her from her reverie.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it, you can come for me.” Sevika nearly choked on her words, Vi writhing beneath her. And then she tensed, her body becoming stiff, her back arching hard, and her jaw falling open as shockwaves pulsed through her abdomen.

“Fuck, Vika, I’m coming, fuck, thank you, fuck, please don’t stop.”

Sevika fucked her through her orgasm, forcing herself to keep a steady pace while Vi came apart. “That’s it, baby, come for me, let it out,” Sevika murmured. Her head had gone a little fuzzy as she watched Vi come, and for a second, the control she had held onto so tightly slipped from her grasp. Her hips bucked erratically, and she groaned in spite of herself.

“Aah, aah, aah” Vi moaned in high-pitched, staccato breaths, riding out her high. Her hips jerked, and finally, she went limp, relaxing into the bed below her. She motioned to Sevika to pull out, looking up at her through labored breaths. Sevika met her eyes.

“You did so well, baby,” Sevika purred, some restraint having returned to her. She had backed up from the bed so they were no longer touching. Vi watched as she removed the dildo from the harness. Sevika held it by the base, inspecting it. “You made a bit of a mess, sweetheart,” she teased.

Vi brought her hands up in an attempt to hide her blush, suddenly interested in locating her discarded shirt. “My bad,” she offered in return. Sevika savored her humiliation before she reached down to pick up the shirt, tossing it to Vi and walking to the bathroom.

She closed the door behind her and turned on the sink which sputtered a few times before water poured out. She washed the silicone quickly, leaving it to dry on the ledge of the tub. She left the water on as she reached down into her boxers, deftly rubbing her fingers into her opening and then against her clit. She clenched her jaw hard to prevent any sounds from leaving her mouth. She pressed hard, knowing it would take her a questionable amount of time in the bathroom to finally find release. Instead, she gathered more of her wetness in her hand and rinsed it off in the water, hoping it would make her marginally more comfortable until she could take care of herself fully. She dried her hands on the towel hanging on the door and walked back out. Vi was still on the bed, no longer topless, but looking up at her with a confused sort of expression.

“You gonna let me return the favor?” Vi huffed. Sevika spared her a skeptical glance as she went to retrieve new underwear.

“Maybe next time, doll. Sweet of you to ask, though,” she chuckled as she rustled around her drawer.

“Should I leave now, then?” Vi’s voice came out uncharacteristically small.

“Don’t bother, you can stay here tonight.” Sevika replied. “I don’t know where you’ve been holed up, but I know it isn’t any better than my place.” Vi didn’t respond. “Look, kid, you’ll be clean, and warm, and maybe I’ll even make you breakfast. There’s no point in running away now.” She tossed Vi a new pair of underwear. “Besides, you’ll look ridiculous walking down the street in these.” She smirked.

Vi looked up, her expression caught between suspicion and gratitude. “Thanks,” she managed. After a moment, she continued, “are you gonna tell anyone about this?”

Sevika laughed, but she answered seriously. “I think I have a lot more to lose if this got out, Vi. Your secret is safe with me.” She said the last part with overemphasized sincerity, the corners of her mouth pulling in amusement.

“Yeah, whatever,” Vi rolled her eyes, but was visibly reassured, settling back into the bed and kicking under the covers.

Sevika got in next to her, forcing Vi to be closer against the wall, but she didn’t seem to mind. Sevika laid on her back, resting her metal arm above her head and resting the other beside her. She reached over to nudge Vi and then tapped her own chest. Vi got the hint, shuffling over to rest her head against Sevika’s abdomen, her arm coming up to rest against Sevika’s side.

It didn’t take long for Vi to fall asleep, and while Sevika agonized over her palpable lack of satisfaction for what felt like hours, she fell asleep shortly after.

In the morning, Sevika woke to find Vi in the same position she had fallen asleep in. She had pulled herself away carefully to make breakfast– a plate of eggs that they shared in mostly comfortable silence. When Vi finally left, Sevika rubbed herself raw, bringing herself to completion over and over as she thought of the previous night. A not so small part of her hoped she would have Vi in her bed again.