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Two weeks had passed since Vi had been in Sevika’s bed, and Sevika had been in the brothel nearly every night since. She was searching for the same sort of satisfaction she had found that night, but despite her efforts, she was coming up short. Although she could appreciate the obvious beauty and charm of whichever girl she had chosen for the evening, she found herself wishing it was Vi instead. The thrill of dominating someone with that kind of reputation couldn’t be replicated. Vi was tough and strong, but she was also reckless and quick to resort to violence. Her new career choice only reinforced what the undercity thought they knew of her. The satisfaction of having Vi beneath her, desperate and begging, just couldn’t be found in the arms of Babette’s girls.
So when she ran into Vi, sitting back on a deep orange couch in the lounge of the establishment, it was less a pleasure and more a shock. Their eyes had met, and Sevika gave a slight nod before looking away, pretending to be very interested in her drink as she waited for her girl. Vi was definitely waiting for someone, likely some thin, petite girl that she would most certainly end up dominating to some degree, likely using the same pet names Sevika had called her. She wondered for a moment if Vi would leave satisfied, but then one moment turned into two, and two turned into five, until she spent the whole evening, fingers deep in another woman, thinking about how much Vi might be enjoying someone else.
After that encounter, it was difficult to keep the smirk on her lips at bay the evening she found Vi sitting on the stairs of her walkup. She was far less beaten this time, but even in the dim light, Sevika could see the bruises forming on her arms and stomach. She wasn’t wearing a jacket, and Sevika shivered, the brisk night air affecting her as if her skin was just as bare. As she approached, Vi looked up. She had similar black streaks down her face to the ones she wore the first night, but these were unmarred by tears.
“You miss me, Violet?” Sevika’s greeting was gruff, but not unkind as she walked up the stairs, passing Vi on the way up.
“You wish.” Vi’s response came out biting, and Sevika smiled to herself, knowing the hard exterior the girl put on wouldn’t last long. She didn’t respond, instead pushing her key into the deadbolt. The weathered door creaked at the force, the wood scraping against the door frame even after years of use. Once inside, Sevika turned back. Vi hadn’t moved.
“You coming in?” She was glad the words came out with contempt, rather than the eagerness in her chest that threatened to bubble over. She wasn’t sure how long the mask would remain.
Vi turned, standing. “Was that an invitation?”
“Sure, doll, if you want it to be.”
Vi shrugged, but followed her in. Unlike last time, Sevika let herself savor the ripple of Vi’s muscles as she moved, making no attempt to hide her gaze. She bit the inside of her cheek, repressing the desire to sink her teeth into Vi instead.
“D’you see something you like?” Vi snapped, but there was no malice behind it.
“You know I do, no point in hiding it, is there?”
Vi didn’t seem to have an answer, and she stood awkwardly, hugging herself for warmth. Now up close, Sevika could see the dirt that had gotten into Vi’s hair and caked onto her wrappings.
“You just come here for a bath, sweetheart?” Sevika smirked. Vi glared back at her, but when Sevika stepped closer, bring her hands down to rest on Vi’s waist, she didn’t protest.
“I’m not a stray dog. You know what I’m here for.” Vi had to tilt her head up to meet her gaze. Sevika chuckled.
“I don’t know, doll, I think you have more in common than you think.” She ran her tongue across her teeth. “And you’re not getting in my bed like this.” She gestured to a smear of mud on Vi’s collarbone.
“Fine,” Vi gritted out.
“Damn right, it’s fine,” Sevika eyed her. “Now are you gonna let me help or not?”
Vi shrugged, looking down, and Sevika knew it was as good as an enthusiastic yes from her. She flicked the serrated knife out of her metal arm and got to work, freeing Vi’s hands first and then working on the band across her chest. The fabric was stiff and pulled tight, and Sevika struggled to get the knife underneath without scraping Vi’s skin. She grimaced. She knew that feeling far too well.
“You can’t be wrapping this tight, doll,” she said firmly. “You could really hurt yourself.”
Vi paused before answering. “I’m fine.”
Frustration was evident in her tone, but as she spoke, Sevika cut through the last of the fabric, revealing harsh gray-green bruises across her chest.
“Violet,” she chided, her voice becoming gentle, “look at you.” She ran her hands gently over Vi’s exposed breasts. “You need to back off of it for a few days. There’s nothing wrong with the way you’re feeling; I’ve… I’ve been there too-” Violet looked up, toying at her lips with her teeth. “Look, doll, all I’m saying is there are better ways to do it, okay? But you gotta let your body rest.”
Vi didn’t say anything, looking away.
“I’ll help you find something better, okay? You just gotta be more careful.”
Vi nodded, sucking her cheeks in. “Okay.”
Sevika brought her hand up to cup Vi’s jaw. She leaned in to whisper in her ear. “That’s my good girl.”
Vi shuddered and nodded, relaxing slightly into the touch.
Sevika’s other hand came down to unbutton Vi’s jeans. “Let’s get these off of you, yeah sweetheart?”
Vi shucked them off, leaving her in her underwear, this time a boyshort style.
Sevika ran her hand flat against the fabric before pulling away and walking toward the bathroom. She sat on the closed lid of the toilet and leaned over the edge of the tub. She started the water, letting it run over her hand to check the temperature. When she deemed it warm enough, she repositioned the tarnished silver plug, and nodded Vi over.
When Vi came, Sevika settled her hands on Vi’s hips, looking up at her from her seated position. “These are cute,” Sevika teased gruffly, snapping the band of the girl’s underwear. Vi shook her head in response. “You mean to tell me you didn’t pick these out just for me?” The humor in Sevika’s voice was obvious, but Vi didn’t laugh.
“And so what if I did?”
Sevika grinned, letting her hands drift down to cup the soft skin where Vi’s ass met her thighs. “You look good, baby,” she replied, not quite answering. She couldn’t say that she was actually overwhelmed with want at the thought—Vi standing naked in her own apartment, rifling through her underwear drawer while she considered what Sevika would like best. Sevika licked her lips.
Vi was far from the mess she was the first night Sevika took care of her, but she was once again pliant under Sevika’s touch. Sevika leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Vi’s sternum as she hooked her fingers underneath the band, pulling them down. A rush of arousal filled her head, drowning out the splashing of the water spout despite its volume. She stood, blinking hard as if to clear her head.
“You got it from here?” she asked, her voice was rough and low, and she didn’t wait for an answer before turning to go. “I’ll grab you a towel.”
After getting her the towel and finding her more clothes that would surely be far too big, Sevika sat on her couch, waiting for Vi to finish. It felt like an hour before the door to Sevika’s bathroom finally cracked open, although it was likely more like ten minutes. Vi stood in the doorway, her towel-wrapped form mostly backlit but for the dull illumination of lamp light, yet Sevika could see her eyes, wide and questioning, waiting for her to make the first move. Her decision to stay unclothed piqued Sevika’s interest. It appeared they weren’t wasting any time.
Sevika leaned back on the couch, motioning her over. “C’mere, sweetheart.” When Vi moved to sit down next to her, Sevika grabbed her hips, guiding her gently to sit on her lap. Her legs spread beneath the towel, splitting it open so that she was bare against Sevika’s jeans. Sevika’s mouth watered at the thought, and she resisted the urge to touch her. It was far more fun when she was desperate and begging for it. Vi sat down gingerly, her legs spread around Sevika’s thighs. Sevika could feel the girl’s muscles tense with effort. She sighed.
“You can sit all the way down, Violet, you’re not gonna crush me.” She looked up, eyebrows raised.
“Whatever,” Vi replied, “you’re welcome for trying not to squish you.”
Sevika laughed. “What are you, like, 150 pounds at most? I could bench you easy, baby.”
Vi’s eyes widened for a moment, her pupils blown, and Sevika smiled inwardly. She knew her strength was obvious, but she relished in the reaction that came with putting a number on it. She felt Vi’s thighs relax and her weight settle.
Sevika reached up, taking Vi’s chin in her hand and pulling her in close, their lips only millimeters apart.
“Do you like that I’m strong, Violet? That I can overpower you?” Sevika’s voice was low and teasing. Vi swallowed and gave a slight nod. “What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t hear you.”
Vi swallowed again and licked her lips. “Yes, I like it.” Her voice was small and hoarse, barely above a whisper.
“I know you do.” Sevika closed the space between them, and their lips met. Sevika’s kiss was firm and demanding, but it wasn’t rushed. She could feel the scar that cut through Vi’s top lip, her mouth soft and eager. She ran her tongue across the line before pressing into Vi’s mouth, deepening the kiss. After pulling Vi’s hands up to rest on the back of her neck, she kept her own running up and down Vi’s abdomen. The fabric draped over Vi’s chest had begun to slip, and Sevika gave a little tug to speed up the process.
Vi’s hands grasped at the back of Sevika’s shirt, toying with the worn fabric and bunching it up with her fingers. Sevika pulled away from the kiss for a moment. She offered a knowing smirk.
“If you want something, you have to ask for it, doll.”
Vi bit her lip, words clearly forming in her head but not coming out. Sevika raised an eyebrow.
“Uh, can I take your shirt off?” Her question came out as a whisper. Sevika didn’t respond, her eyebrow raising even further. Vi huffed impatiently, frustration building. “Can I please take your shirt off?”
The corners of Sevika’s mouth pulled at a smile. “Sure, sweetheart.” She reached down, pulling her shirt over her head in one smooth motion, revealing a black sports bra and a scarred chest. Vi sucked in, running her hands over the surface. Sevika took hold of her wrists. “What did I just say about asking?” Vi stiffened at the reprimand, glaring half-heartedly through her fringe.
Vi’s reply came out monotone and mocking. “Please, please, let me touch you, Sevika. There’s nothing in the world I want more.”
“Cute.” Sevika rolled her eyes, outwardly irritated but secretly pleased that Vi was putting up some sort of fight. She pushed Vi back, twisting her around and pinning her arms above her as she positioned her knee between Vi’s thighs. Vi struggled beneath her, a feeble attempt to escape her grasp, but Sevika held firm. Vi’s towel had fallen to the side, leaving her exposed. The rise and fall of Vi’s chest quickened, the thin silver bars catching the little bit of light in the room. Her breath came out harsh and loud, and it caught as Sevika pushed her knee against Vi’s crotch.
“Fuck,” Vi choked out.
“Y’know I was considering letting you wear my strap tonight, sweetheart, but I don’t think you’re earning it.” Sevika’s voice was condescending. Vi moaned, and Sevika leaned down further to lap at her hard nipples.
Vi’s back arched, and she moaned again. “You–” she rasped, “you were gonna let me fuck you?”
Sevika chuckled. “Oh, did that get your attention?” Keeping Vi’s hands pinned with her metal arm, she moved the other to tease the mess of curls between Vi’s thighs as she gave a nipple a gentle scrape with her teeth. Vi let out a breathy whimper at the sensation, bucking her hips against Sevika’s thigh. The motion left a streak of wetness on Sevika’s denim, and Sevika watched as a sticky string formed as she pulled her thigh away. “Such a messy little thing, aren’t you?” she teased before running her middle finger against Vi’s folds.
“Fuck, please, Vika, just touch me already, fuck,” Vi begged, her head tilting back. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
Sevika laughed, a low sound. “Changed your tune pretty quick, huh?”
Vi’s eyebrows furrowed, but she didn’t respond, her hips bucking again. After another taunting drag of her finger up the line where Vi’s folds met, Sevika pressed in, relishing the slick that proved Vi’s need. Vi gasped. Her arms flexed as she struggled again under Sevika’s hold. Sevika pressed firm, even strokes against Vi’s clit and licked her lips as she watched the girl’s face screw up in pleasure.
“Ah, fuck, Vika.” Vi’s moans came out high-pitched and needy. “Fuck, please don’t stop… fuck, please, like that, please… ah, ah, fuck.”
Sevika smiled in spite of herself, leaning in to mouth at Vi’s neck. Sevika’s breathing had gone ragged with arousal, and as she worked her way up to Vi’s ear, she was sure the girl could tell. She gave Vi’s earlobe a gentle tug with her teeth, letting out a groan as Vi bucked her hips. At the sound, Vi jerked, a series of desperate whimpers falling from her lips.
‘Yes, fuck, Vika, please.”
Sevika took a measured breath in an attempt to regain composure. “Fuck, baby, you’re doin’ so well for me. Bein’ so good, aren’t you?
Vi nodded, “fuck, yeah, Vika, please, I just wanna be good for you.” Sevika didn’t reply immediately, taking a second to consider what she wanted. Vi had been vulnerable with her, so vulnerable, and while taking Vi to bed wouldn’t necessarily improve Sevika’s reputation, Vi had been right to worry about her own. Sevika softened a little at the realization of just how much Vi likely felt she was risking. She hadn’t let a partner outside of the brothel ‘take care of her’ in nearly a decade; it just never seemed worth it, but now, with Vi, it suddenly looked a little more appealing — a display of mutual trust. She bit down on her lip.
“You wanna be a good girl and touch me, sweetheart?”
Vi’s eyes shot open, wide and dark. “Yes, fuck, yes, please, Vika, I wanna touch you so bad.” Sevika laughed softly at Vi’s eagerness, finally releasing her hands from above her head. Vi sat up, tucking her knees beneath her while she waited for Sevika to get comfortable. Sevika moved to sit more upright, leaning against the back of the couch and throwing her metal arm across the top of the cushions where Vi sat. Her legs were spread wide, and for a moment she considered just how wet she was. She swallowed and met Vi’s eyes. She looked uncertain and expectant, her hands kneading her thighs. Sevika nudged her closer by the waist.
“You’re allowed to touch, sweetheart.”
Vi still looked hesitant, but she placed her hand tentatively on Sevika’s lower stomach.
“Violet,” Sevika whispered, “are you okay?”
Vi nodded. “Uh, yeah, sorry, just nervous, I guess.”
"Have you..." Sevika started. "Have you touched a woman before?" She tried to keep her tone neutral, but the thought of being Vi's first made her sick.
"Oh my god." Vi whined. "Yes, for your information, several."
Sevika didn't respond, opting instead to raise an eyebrow.
"You're just," Vi paused, "like..."
Sevika nodded her on, suspicion still obvious on her features.
"Intimidating," Vi finished weakly.
Sevika made an understanding noise. Silently, she thanked whatever god was out there that Vi had experience; the idea of being her first would've haunted her for years. "You wanna be a good girl and touch me now?"
Vi nodded.
Sevika put her hand over Vi’s and guided it over her clothed breasts, making her way to the bare expanse of chest above. Her cleavage, rarely visible in the tops she wore day-to-day, nearly poured out of the bra she wore now. It was low cut, and maybe a size too small. She was internally glad she had worn it today, despite no knowledge of who she’d run into on the way home. Vi’s breath hitched as her hand ran over bare skin, and Sevika’s eyes closed, goosebumps forming on her arms and neck at the reaction.
She pushed Vi’s hand lower, bringing it back over the swell of her tits and hard abdomen. She let her hand fall away, letting Vi explore on her own. Vi bit her lip as her fingers grazed the waistband of Sevika’s boxers, inching lower to fumble with the buttons of the low-slung denim on her hips.
“That’s it, baby.” Sevika’s voice was low and quiet. A soft whimper escaped Vi’s lips, and she brought her other hand over, making quick work of the line of buttons she had been struggling with. Sevika let out a heavy breath as Vi pushed her hand under her jeans. Vi left soft touches up and down her front before letting her hand trail farther down. At the feeling of Sevika’s wetness, she gasped, her fingers pressing harder. The sensation evoked a stifled moan from Sevika, and the encouragement had Vi’s cheeks hot with arousal.
It wasn’t long after when Vi pushed under the band of Sevika’s underwear, brushing over the mess of curls underneath. Vi kept her fingers flat as she pushed lower, grazing over Sevika’s folds. Her breathing had become irregular in Sevika’s ear, and she took a sharp breath in as she pushed in with her middle finger.
“Fuck, baby, that’s it.” The words tumbled from Sevika’s mouth as Vi touched her. Vi’s fingers were deft and confident, moving as if she were familiar with exactly what Sevika liked. Sevika supposed the girl must have more experience than she seemed to. For a moment, her mind went to Stillwater. Vi was so young when she was arrested; she hoped she was wrong. She blinked the thought away, instead focusing on the naked form next to her, appreciating the soft curves and hard muscles. The veins in Vi’s forearm were prominent with her effort, something Sevika hadn’t noticed in anyone else before.
“Such a good girl,” Sevika murmured. Vi met her eyes, her pupils blown wide. “Sit back for a second.” Vi nodded, leaning away from her slightly but not removing her hand. Sevika sat up from the couch, pulling her bra over her head to reveal her tits.
Vi’s lips parted, her eyes flicking back and forth between Sevika’s eyes and chest. “Fuck, Vika, you’re so hot.”
Sevika chuckled softly. “Thanks, doll.”
“Can I–” Vi toyed with the inside of her cheek. “Can I kiss them?” She didn’t quite meet Sevika’s eye as she asked, and Sevika suppressed another laugh. She tilted her head, trying to meet Vi’s line of sight.
“I don’t know, baby, I think you’re missing something.”
“Please, Vika, fuck,” Vi whined, desperation clinging to the edge of her words.
“That’s my good girl.” Vi didn’t move, still waiting for an approving answer. “Sure, baby.”
Vi leaned down, pressing her lips to the dark skin of Sevika's chest as she worked her fingers. Sevika let her head fall back in pleasure for just a moment before resituating herself to get a better look at the girl next to her. She was nearly on Sevika’s lap again, moaning into Sevika’s nipples. Sevika moaned in return, unable to maintain her restraint at the feeling.
“Fuck, baby, you’re doin’ so good, sweetheart, fuck, makin’ me feel so good.”
Vi whimpered into Sevika’s chest. “That’s all I want, fuck, Vika, fuck, jus’ wanna make you feel good.”
Sevika smirked as she watched her. It felt good, of course, but Vi’s need was almost more satisfying.
“That’s it, baby. Can you put your fingers inside for me? Start with two.” She knew her voice had gone breathy and her commands had become weak, but she hoped the authority she had established was enough. A spark ran through her as Vi responded.
“Fuck, yes, Vika, please let me.” Two obedient fingers followed. Sevika groaned, low and needy.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.”
Vi’s fingers worked in and out, pressing against Sevika’s front wall and scissoring her open. Sevika wasn’t sure how long it had been since someone had touched her like this — how long it had been since she let someone touch her like this. Her own fingers had become too quick, too impatient, simply means to an end. Nothing like this.
She let herself enjoy it for while, enjoy the unpredictability of another woman’s hand. For a moment, she lost herself in it, the sensations from Vi’s hand and lips overwhelming her. Her body ached with pleasure, every part of her so sensitive she felt lit ablaze.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Sevika breathed. “You wanna fuck me now?”
Vi nodded hard. “Fuck, yes, Sevika, please.”
Sevika nudged her off gently, getting up to retrieve her harness. Her pants had been discarded shortly after Vi had started touching her, but her underwear remained on, at least for now. When she sat back down on the couch, she positioned Vi standing between her knees, holding the harness open for Vi to step into. Vi did, one hand steadying herself on Sevika’s shoulder. The straps were slack from Sevika taking it off, but they were huge on Vi’s frame. Despite their relatively similar proportions, Sevika’s thighs seemed massive in comparison. As she tightened the straps on Vi’s hips, a question she didn’t know if she’d like the answer to gnawed at her.
“You ever worn one of these, doll?” She was a little disgusted at herself for the warm satisfaction that settled in her chest when Vi shook her head no. She didn’t usually care about her partners’ experience, but she couldn’t deny the fun in getting to show someone something new. She tucked the dildo in the ring, purposefully fumbling a bit and letting her fingers trail against Vi’s cunt. She was soaked. Sevika licked her lips. Instead of giving in to her immediate desire to hold her down to eat her out, she dragged three flat fingers between Vi’s folds. Vi gasped. A coat of slick now dripping from Sevika’s fingers, she stroked the dildo, wetting it.
“Such a good girl, getting all wet for me, huh?” Sevika teased. Vi swallowed. “Lie down for me,” Sevika said, gesturing to the cushions next to her.
Vi did, adjusting the straps as she changed her position. Sevika pulled off her boxers, sitting up on her knees over Vi’s body. She preferred it this way, preferred the angle and the control it gave her. Vi’s hands came down to rest on Sevika’s thighs, stroking absentmindedly as she watched Sevika ready herself. After positioning the silicone tip at her entrance, Sevika sunk down, taking the whole thing in one smooth motion. Simultaneous moans left their mouths, Sevika’s low and throaty compared to the broken gasp from Vi.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” Sevika rose and sunk down again, falling into a rhythym. Vi’s hands came up to rest where Sevika’s hips met her thighs, and it appeared to take all her strength to restrain herself from bucking up. The sight was intoxicating and unfamiliar, and Vi couldn’t help the soft rock of her hips as Sevika lowered herself again.
“Such a needy little slut,” Sevika chided, but she didn’t tell Vi to stop. Taking that as permission, Vi continued, meeting Sevika halfway as she lifted herself off the cushions. Sevika’s breath had become heavy and laced with quiet moans, and she found herself uncharacteristically uninhibited. She wasn’t usually shy, but she was generally more aware of the role she was expected to take, the role of the giver.
“Fuck, Vika, you look so good, fuck, thank you.” And yet, even as she took, Vi seemed to think Sevika was still the giver, a benevolent top letting herself be serviced for Vi’s pleasure.
“You’re doing so good, baby, fuck.”
Vi moaned. “Fuck, jus’ wanna make you come, Vika.”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” Sevika breathed. Vi nodded, her eyebrows drawn tight with pleasure despite the lack of sensation on her skin. They continued like that for a little while, Vi pleading for Sevika to feel good, to finish, and Sevika offering soft words of praise. Sevika let her mind wander to how wet Vi would be by the end of it, knowing how she felt in Vi’s position.
Finally, Sevika slowed, pulling off slowly and standing up. Vi looked ready to protest, but Sevika shook her head. “It feels good, doll – don’t worry – but I can’t finish like that.” She smirked, thinking of how Vi had fallen apart when Sevika had worn it. “I know it works for you, but some of us just aren’t built like that.” She winked, pulling Vi into an upright position and guiding her legs open. She removed the dildo and left it in the bathroom as Vi scrambled to get out of the harness. Sevika returned to kneel between her thighs, forcing them wider to accommodate her. Vi whimpered in anticipation, and her hands grasped at the cushions beneath her as she looked down at Sevika.
Sevika leaned in, breathing hotly against Vi’s inner thigh. She made her way up the right and down the left, and then retraced her path with soft kisses. The proximity allowed her to get a better look at Vi’s cunt, which was dripping with need, and as she passed by it, her mouth only a centimeter away, Vi’s hips jerked. Sevika pulled away slightly to avoid providing any friction, keeping her touches light on Vi’s thighs.
“Fuck, Vika, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
Sevika looked up at her and raised an eyebrow, words coming out pointed and slow. “You didn’t mean to throw yourself in my face?” Disbelief was evident in her tone. “That was just an accident, then, huh?”
Vi nodded, a whine escaping her. “Yes, fuck, Vika, it was an accident.”
Sevika chuckled softly, only an inch away from Vi’s center. “Such a desperate little slut. Can’t control yourself, huh?
Vi whined again, her abdomen flexing in poorly concealed restraint.
“What do you want, sweetheart? I need you to use your words.”
Vi shut her eyes tight, opening them to reply, “Your mouth, fuck, Vika, please, I need your mouth.”
“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Vi didn’t respond.
Abandoning her usual rules about answering questions when asked, she dove in, her mouth meeting the wet heat of Vi’s cunt with fervor. She lapped hard at her entrance, bringing the wetness up to circle around her clit. Vi moaned, her hips pressing upward. This time, Sevika didn’t correct her, welcoming the pressure as Vi sought harsher friction.
“Fuck, Vika, fuck, yes, that feels so good. Please don’t stop, fuck.” As Vi rambled, Sevika brought her lips together to suck on the swollen nub, offering a soft scrape with her teeth as she pulled back.
Vi let out short, desperate moans. “Oh, fuck, oh fuck I’m close. Can I please come, Vika? Fuck, please, I’m so close.”
Sevika gave an affirmative hum into Vi’s center, not wanting to pull away. She kept her movements careful, maintaining the motion and pace Vi had been so affected by.
Moments later, Vi fell apart, her head falling back. “Oh fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming. Fuck, Sevika, thank you.” Her hips rocked into Sevika’s mouth.
Sevika softened her efforts, letting Vi ride out her orgasm on her tongue.
Vi looked back down, taking a deep breath. Sevika still hadn’t stopped, and as Vi regained composure, she sucked harder.
Breathy moans escaped Vi’s lips and her thighs clenched, squeezing Sevika’s head. “Fuck, I’m so sensitive. Fuck, Vika.”
Sevika continued, licking a stripe up from her entrance and returning to suck on her clit, harder this time. Vi let out an overstimulated whine.
“Fuck, Vika. It’s so much, fuck.” Her hips bucked, and Sevika followed her movement.
Vi whined again. “I don’t know how much longer I can take, fuck.”
Sevika hummed again, a pitying sound. She left one last firm stripe with her tongue before pulling away, eliciting a gasp from Vi. A few seconds passed before either of them said anything.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
“Uh, fuck,” Vi sputtered, lifting her head for a second and immediately falling back. “Uh, good.”
Sevika chuckled. “Too wrung out to think, huh?”
Vi nodded, eyes still closed. She stayed like that for a moment before sitting up slightly, attention returning to Sevika.
“Do I get to make you finish now?”
Amusement pulled at the corners of Sevika’s lips. “Sure, sweetheart.” She moved, arranging herself back next to Vi. She let her hand fall to tease herself as Vi watched, eyes wide. Pleasuring Vi had left her soaked, and she could feel the trail of wetness that had spread to her inner thighs. She knew it wouldn’t take her long to finish at this point.
Another hand joined Sevika’s, smaller and more purposeful. Sevika drew back, taking a deep breath as the sensation on her clit intensified. She let her jaw fall open, and moaned softly, knowing the effect the encouragement would have on Vi. Her own fingers came up to roll her nipples, and she could feel her muscles tense as she neared the edge.
“That’s it, baby.” Sevika’s praise came out breathy and low. “You’re making me feel so good, sweetheart.”
Vi whimpered. “Fuck, Vika, jus’ wanna make you come.”
Another wave of arousal hit Sevika at Vi’s desperation, and she muttered soft words of encouragement. “That’s it, sweetheart, I’m so close. You’re doing so good. Fuck, just like that, doll. Don’t stop. Fuck, baby, that’s it, that’s—” Sevika’s voice broke, and she came with a ragged gasp, shocks rolling through her body.
Vi hummed lowly, satisfied. Her fingers slowed, eventually pulling off as Sevika came down from her high.
“Fuck, baby,” Sevika murmured. She pulled a blanket over their laps, and they fell into a comfortable silence. Vi leaned against her chest, the shyness of their first encounter now nearly gone.
It was strangely intimate for the pair, but they sat all the same. When Vi’s breath slowed and steadied, her eyes drooping shut with exhaustion, Sevika sighed. She let herself relax and enjoy the closeness for a while, accidentally drifting off to sleep.
She awoke at an unidentifiable hour, well before the clatter of morning. It took her several minutes to remember the evening prior and realize the position she was in, and another several passed before she came to her senses and carried Vi to bed. Despite the shockingly vulnerable positions she had seen the girl in, she seemed at her most vulnerable like this. The harsh lines in her face were smoothed out, the constant defense that seemed etched in her skin dissolved. Affection warmed Sevika’s cheeks. She knew this was temporary, knew Vi and her little friend would make up soon enough, but she couldn’t help but care for her now. It occurred to her that she might be the only one that would.
Even though they were in her bed, Sevika maintained a respectful distance. She wasn't sure the closeness she had invited last time would be quite so welcome without warning; she knew waking up in a place she didn’t fall asleep in would be disorienting enough. It took her longer to fall asleep this time, her mind preoccupied with Vi. Eventually, she succumbed to exhaustion.
Sevika slept for a few peaceful hours, and when she blinked open bleary eyes a second time, she felt the heat of Vi’s skin against her own.