Sevika is the VP of a motorcycle club called Zaun’s Angels and answers a call from an old friend. The one and only Mel Medarda needs a ride home after her luxury car breaks down.
It’s a simple job. Quick, Easy, and maybe just a little steamy.
Mel groans as her engine refuses to turn over for what felt like the hundredth time. When it sputters and dies again, Mel smacks her hand against the steering wheel.
The point of driving a luxury vehicle like a Lexus was that it was simply supposed to work. She pulls out her phone and scrolls through her contacts to see who would awake and available at the moment.
She shoots Elora a text, knowing that despite the late hour she would be able to assist.
[From: Elora] I'm on it.
[To: Sevika (ZA) ] I have a request for you coming from House Medarda.
Sevika is nursing a beer at the small bar that acts as the Zaun’s Angels headquarters when her phone pings. It’s not the sound of the ping she gets when it’s official ZA business.
This is a curious little tinkling sound coming from the inner pocket of her leather jacket. She tips the last warm dregs of her beer into her mouth and pulls out the glowing little piece of plastic in her steel hand.
A finger clicks into place before she even realizes it and she’s lighting a cigarette, watching the cherry light off the lighter-like flame flickering out of her pinkie finger. She knows she won’t have to wait long for a response. But what the hell, cigs already lit. Shame to put it out now.
[From: Sevika]A request for ZA or for me?
[To Sevika (ZA)] For you. Ms. Medarda is in Zaun and needs mechanical assistance. Or was I mistaken in believing you're the best mechanic in Zaun?
[From: Sevika] Send me the address. I'll pick her up personally
Smoke swirls around Sevika's head as she makes her way out of the bar and into the night air. The mustang hasn't been driven in over a week, She deserves some road time.
[To: Bitch Baby Mechanic] Got a job for you. Need a car up and running by morning. luxury car probably. stand by for more info
The engine growls to life as Sevika tosses the stub of her hand rolled cigarette out the window. No smoke in the car for the princess treatment. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. Tonight might still get interesting.
[To: Sevika (ZA)] I don't think I need to remind you that discretion is obviously very important in this matter. No one needs to know that Ms. Medarda was in Zaun at this hour. {Location Pin} We will discuss payment upon Ms. Medarda's safe arrival at her chosen location.
[From: Sevika] OMW now everything will be handled quietly. Will I be getting drop-off instructions from you or from your friend?
[To: Sevika (ZA)] Ms. Medarda will let you know where she needs to be dropped off.
[To: Mel Medarda] You have a pick up incoming. No need to worry about your car. Everything is taken care of.
Mel smiles down at her phone, Elora was definitely going to be getting a hefty Christmas bonus this year, not that her bonus was ever lacking in previous years. She sighs and pulls her cigarette case out of her purse, pulling a hand rolled cigarette out and putting it to her lips. It had certainly been a night.
"Here we go," the words are a whisper on Sevika's lips as the silver Lexus comes into view. At least the car had the decency to break down in a part of town that doesn't get a lot of traffic this time of night.
What the hell is Mel Medarda doing out here in the middle of fucking nowhere? Sevika pulls up behind the other car and flicks on her hazards before opening her door and stepping out onto the well worn street.
A quick scan of the area tells her that they're likely the only 2 people for blocks. She stifles the urge to light another cigarette but decides that wasting half of one isn't worth the compulsion. She keeps meaning to quit... but now she's down to her last couple hand rolled cigs in an attempt to shake the habit by avoiding a restock. She gives the top of the car a gentle knock with her metal hand and waits.
She hears the car before she sees it, Mel’s green eyes flicking to the rear view mirror as the car parks behind her and flicks their hazards on. Mel stubs her cigarette out and grabs her perfume, giving the air two spritz as whoever Elora has managed to convince to come out at this hour approaches.
Mel rolls the window down when she hears the knock, she starts to take stock of the woman. She instantly realizes who Elora has managed to send her way.
huh.
It wasn't who she had expected, though she hadn't really had many expectations at this hour.
"Sevika right? "
"That's me. Heard you need a ride.” the woman shoots Mel a wink. “First one's free" She straightens and scans the car for any obvious signs of damage before motioning to the woman still behind the wheel to pop the hood open for her to take a look.
"How long has she been giving you issues?"
Mel reaches down to pop the hood for the other woman before moving to climb out of the broken down vehicle. She runs a hand down her gold maxi skirt to smooth out the wrinkles from her sitting in the car for so long.
"It was fine when I left my apartment, I parked in a place I was assured my car would still be when I got back and then I got about two blocks before she died on me." She sighs deeply and crosses her arms over her chest. "Now she won't so much as turn over.”
"Two blocks huh? Seems a little out of the way for Medarda business." She only needs to peer under the hood for a couple seconds to find the issue. Simple part replacement. They have the piece in stock.
An easy job…could use more of these right now. The club itself isn't hurting but some of the guys have started asking around for loans... shit always gets messy when money trades hands. Sevika would always rather make sure there's enough work available for people to pay their bills rather than lose loyal club members.
"I can have one of my guys come pick this up now. Should be ready for you come morning.”
"Mmm, technically everything this far from Noxus is far for Medarda business. But this is not far for my business."
She would prove she was more than just the last remaining Medarda child. The reluctant heir. "And what is the mark up at your shop," Mel asks, her head tilting to the side, causing her braids to fall over her shoulders. She was aware of who she was dealing with, just as well, as Sevika probably knew who she was dealing with.
Sevika smirks and snaps the hood closed before responding. "I told you Princess, the first ride is free." she shakes her head "and because this gives me something to do with my hands tonight rather than listening to my brothers tell the same story for the sixth time…"
Sevika gestures lazily at the Lexus "I'll throw in the maintenance for free."
"If there's anything in the car that you want to take with you, grab it now. I'm going to make a phone call."
Without waiting for a response, Sevika walks back to her car and pulls her cigarette case out on instinct and when she notices that she's pulled it out of her pocket instead of her phone she shakes her head and huffs at herself in annoyance.
save it for later
Mel raises her eyebrow at that. "Well that's very courteous of you." She chuckles and walks over to the car, leaning over to get her purse out of the passenger seat. She glances over her shoulder to see if Sevika was looking before reaching under her seat and sliding her glock into her purse and closing it with a quiet snap.
She also grabs her cigarette case, sliding the thin metal case into her bra. It wasn't that she didn't trust Sevika (She doesn't) or her guys (She doesn't) but it was always better safe than sorry. As her mother always told her you do not have to get ready if you stay ready.
"Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but business must be booming that you're giving free rides and maintenance."
Sevika shrugs "I said the first ride is free. I'm not a chauffeur sweetheart." The pair of them approach Sevika's car and the biker holds the door open for Mel.
just get her home
"As for the maintenance... to be frank, this is an easy fix and I'd rather get this done quickly and send you on your way.”
“Best business is repeat business anyway. If I can fix this issue tonight you can tell your Piltie friends they can get a good job done at Silco's Wraps and Repairs. Pay it forward."
just say thank you
Sevika closes the door for the other woman and walks back to the Lexus to snap a couple photos before heading back to her idling vehicle.
[To: Bitch Baby Mechanic] Silver Lexus needs pickup {pinned location} Get her washed and ready for me. I'll be by to do the install in a bit.
Mel chuckles and looks Sevika from head to toe before giving her a smirk. "I'm sure one ride is all most people can handle with you."
She slides into the passenger seat, tucking the bottom hem of her skirt beneath her so that it doesn't get caught in the door. "Well, that would explain how Elora sent you my way."
[To: Boss Bitch] Is it a chop? Cause I gotta guy who's been houndin for some rims that size
[To: Bitch Baby Mechanic] NO CHOP WASH & WAX ONLY
"There anything in your car that can be stolen? I'm not saying I don't trust my guys but temptation is hard to stamp out."
no one fucking touches this car except me
[To: Bitch Baby Mechanic] if anything is out of place when I get to the shop you and I are going to have a personal problem
With that, Sevika turns off the hazards on the mustang and turns her attention to the lithe figure next to her.
[To: Boss Bitch] i hear ya boss
"No, this isn't a car that usually gets road time,” Mel admits. It was her favorite but it was flashy, which is usually counter productive to the way that Mel works. She worked quietly, in the background; anything that could possibly lead back negatively to the Medarda house would have to go through several shells before they hit her name.
Mel crosses her right leg over her left, the silk of her skirt slipping off her ankle to reveal a pair of gladiator heels that were as gold as her skirt.
Sevika's eyes are drawn to the shimmering of gold as the other woman settles into the seat, well shit. she's fucking gorgeous
"Good. I've got someone on the way to tow the car."
don't ask about Elora. you don't need a Medarda asking questions
"So, Ms Medarda...Where am I taking you? I'm afraid if you were picking up a hot date I don't have room for another person," Sevika smirks at Mel knowing full well she's unlikely to get any actual answers out of the Medarda heir.
Still, Elora wouldn't have asked for help if this woman wasn't... important
She takes a moment to adjust herself and fish a rag out of her back pocket. She takes her time wiping her hands clean before looking back over at Mel.
Sevika's glance doesn't go unnoticed, and Mel smirks; could be fun, it had been a hot minute since Mel had blown off some steam. "If it's a team that's as skillful as your reputation seems to be, I'm sure my car will be in lovely hands." The comment is only half sarcastic, which is more authentic than most compliments she gives.
"Upper Piltover. I was simply heading home for the night." She sighs answering the other woman’s question. It had been a long day and she had been looking forward to unwinding with a stiff drink and a hot bath.
Sevika's phone rings in her pocket and like the flip of a switch, dread races through her body. Her nerves catch fire as adrenaline starts working through her bloodstream.
pull over
Sevika checks her mirrors to make sure she's clear and expertly pulls the car to a stop off the road. As soon as the car is in park, Sevika's hand flies to her jacket and pulls out the phone. She takes a breath before answering.
"What's wrong?"
"Heyyyyy leftie...."
"Why are you calling? I'm working"
bad timing Jinx.
At least she sounds like her heads on straight right now
"Oh, don't let me keep you from your super special secret work. I was just wondering if you had any extra weed lying around."
At least she's making jokes. It means Sevika might actually have a night free of having to juggle Jinx in a bad mood with nothing to do.
"Goodnight Jinx. Don't be late tomorrow. I won't wait for your ass again." Sevika hangs up the phone as she glances over at Mel.
"Sorry about that," Sevika says, smiling ruefully "try not to do phones while driving anymore,"
Sevika gestures to her metal arm and shrugs.
"Learned my lesson there."
fuck, I want a smoke
"Is that how you lost your arm?" She asks outright. Mel had never been one to hold her tongue, much to her mother's dismay. It's something her and Caitlyn bonded over when she first moved to Piltover.
"Do you mind if I smoke in here?" She asks pulling her cigarette case from her bra and holds it up for her to see. "It has been quite the night."
Sevika laughs in relief and pulls her cigarette case out of a pocket and reaches across Mel to swiftly undo the latch on the dashboard and pull out a lighter. "I don't mind if you don't." She flicks the lighter to test the flame and deeming it acceptable, starts to light her rolled cigarette. "Need a light?"
Mel knows better than to push a politely dodged question so she slides her spliff between her lip and leans in for Sevika to light her.
"So do you often make house calls or is Elora special?"
Sevika’s grey eyes drink in Mel as the flame of the lighter flickers briefly across the other woman’s face. Sevika doesn’t break eye contact with Mel as she takes a long drag off her cigarette.
“This isn’t a house call. This is me doing a favor for an old friend. House calls are something very different Ms Medarda,”
Sevika takes another drag before continuing. “Those entail much less clothing and much more than “one free ride.” Sevika leans back in her seat and raises an eyebrow “you catch my drift?”
Mel looks up at Sevika through her lashes as the flame licks the paper of her hand rolled spliff. The smell of tobacco and Marijuana quickly starts to fill the car as she leans back. She takes a second to really take the woman beside her in.
Mel wonders how Elora and Sevika know each other but Elora keeps Mel's secrets and she doesn't ask Elora hers.
“I catch your drift." She snorts and rolls her eyes. Mel supposed that she shouldn’t expect much couth from a Zaunite. Much less a member of a motorcycle club.
Sevika flicks her eyes over Mel’s figure beside her. “I’m actually a bit surprised Elora hasn’t mentioned me.” Sevika runs her hands over the steering wheel, tracing the seams in the leather.
“She’d never admit it but I think she might have been sweet on me,” smoke coils out of Sevika’s nostrils as she exhales another lungful of smoke. “If nothing else she certainly took an interest in my long-term livelihood.” She watches Mel closely as the words leave her mouth.
[To: Elora] U keeping me a secret from your boss? Thought my arm was Medarda money
Mel turns to look at her again. "And why would she mention you? Are you important to her? I don't make a point of asking Elora about her connections." It gave her a level of deniability when push came to shove.
Mel snorts at Sevika’s insinuation, a hand coming up to cover her mouth clearly embarrassed by the noise sneaking out on her.
"If Elora had feelings for you. You would know." Mel raises an eyebrow. "Are you trying to poach my assistant?"
[To: Sevika (ZA)] Not a secret, she merely never asked. It is Medarda money, but Ms. Medarda trusts my judgement.
A laugh bubbles out of Sevika’s throat at Mel’s straightforward questions… and that little laugh.
“What in the gods names could the VP of Zaun’s Angels offer Elora? No, I’ve no interest in poaching your assistant.” Sevika’s eyes flicker over Mel’s half-shadowed features before drawing on her ever-shrinking cig.
“Truthfully, I’m glad she’s doing well. And I wouldn’t willingly drag her into this life.” She rolls her shoulders, testing and stretching the muscles in her neck and upper back before taking the last hit in her spliff.
“The MC was supposed to make things easier for everyone. Make us legitimate. Get involved with the community again.” Sevika flicks the filter out the window and sighs.
“So far, it’s just looking like a lot more paperwork for me and a whole lot less money in people’s pockets.” She pauses, realizing that she doesn’t fucking know this woman and she’s what-?
Whining about work?
Mel’’s green eyes flicker to Sevika as she laughs and she can't help the half-smile that forms on her face. "Are you saying there's no benefits to being in Zaun’s Angel's," she teases, knowing that wasn't what she meant, but something told Mel that she'd enjoy riling the woman up.
“If there's one thing I've learned about Elora in the last couple years working with her is that she doesn't do anything she doesn't want to and she's more capable than one might think.” She listens and nods, storing the information away for later.
The Zauns Angels motorcycle club was in need of a secondary cash flow. That was something the House Medarda could capitalize on.
"Mmm, sounds like you could use an Elora on your team." She teases
Sevika shakes her head at Mel’s teasing tone. She knows the other woman is likely just teasing her but Sevika feels the need to elaborate further. “I’m not saying there’s no benefits. I’ve got a beautiful woman in my passenger seat…but I’ll be the first to admit when an idea of mine doesn’t pan out the way I would’ve liked.”
With the back on her head pressed against the headrest of her seat. Sevika turns her head back towards Mel, grey eyes alight with a silent challenge. “What I could really use is a stiff drink and an eager woman between my legs,” Sevika’s eyes run over Mel’s figure as she sizes her up.
“It’s almost a shame I’ve still got work to do tonight. But, no rest for the wicked.” The car growls to life as Sevika turns the engine over. “Let’s get you home Princess. Before Elora starts to worry that I’ve whisked her boss away to a life of crime.”
"Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Because I am already spoken for in terms of affiliation." Mel smirks and stubs out the last of her spiff. She puts the filter back into the cigarette case she pulled it out from before snapping it shut. The mixture of nicotine and Marijuana enough to keep her body thrumming just enough.
Mel is not intimidated by Sevika sizing her up, she actually adjusts to give her a better view. Things are only fun when there is a level playing field.
"You know what they say about all work and no play. I'm sure whatever paperwork you've got waiting for you will be waiting for you come morning." She chuckles. "Elora is probably more worried I'm going to poach you and start a rift between Topside and Zaun.”
Headlights illuminate the street as Sevika steers them towards Piltover. “Elora doesn’t need to worry about that. I can’t be poached.” Sevika flashes Mel a wicked smile “Many have tried.”
The streetlight ahead of them forces the car to a slow and then a stop as the glow of the red light flickers slightly with age.
“Leaving paperwork until tomorrow though?” Sevika taps her temple “That’s an idea I’m happy to explore.” She glances over at Mel and winks, “You have anything particular in mind, sweetheart?”
Green light illuminates above them and Sevika continues to steer the sleek black car towards Upper Piltover.
"Many may have tried,” Mel agrees, “but none of them have been Medardas.” she hums and straightens up in her seat. "Medardas always get what they want.”
She smirks and tilts her head to the side. "There will always be more paperwork, but opportunities to rest are far and few and in between."
She tears her gaze from Sevika to watch the city of Zaun pass by them. A crew with a tow truck, that she hoped was one of Sevika's guys, passes them moving towards her abandoned vehicle.
"If you don't force yourself to rest, you're more susceptible to manipulation." She hums again and tilts her head to the side.
"If you would like to come inside Sevika, you don't have to make me think it's my idea to invite you up." She smirks.
“Always getting what you want makes you complacent. It’s what keeps people like me in business.” Sevika gives a couple quick honks in acknowledgement on the car horn at the tow crew.
beep beep beep
“Never had an issue accepting my lot in life. Just want the best for my people. Never really wanted to be someone in charge either.” Sevika changes gears absentmindedly and catches a glimpse of Mel in the mirror when she checks her blind spots.
“That’s not what I mean about the poaching. You can absolutely hire me or the MC for work. Surveillance, security, transportation, sex work, booze, drugs whatever.” She rolls her neck, trying to work out a kink and still be a responsible driver.
“But I’m not out here busting my ass to make myself rich. I live in a one bedroom apartment that I don’t pay for parking at and most of my personal money goes towards stocking my fridge with quick meals so that the kid that called me a minute ago has something to eat when she raids my house for pocket change and my weed.”
Occasionally Sevika would have a couple hundred extra bucks she could use to upgrade her wheels or afford a nice dinner. But not often.
She looks over at Mel, hoping to judge whether or not the other woman was still listening. “My point is that at the end of the day I don’t care what I have to do to make sure my people’s needs are met. I’ll break bones, shake hands, pull up, seduce politicians… but my values and my loyalty are unshakable.”
As Sevika shifts gears again she ghosts her fingertips over Mel’s thigh before setting her hand back on the wheel.
“I do want to shift gears to this other train of thought though. Not the manipulation. Don’t have time for that shit. Waste of time.”
Sevika clears her throat and guides the vehicle into a turn as she clarifies. “But if we’re talking about rest I can honestly say that I sleep better after an orgasm or two.” She shoots Mel a loaded look and chuckles.
if she needs me to be more direct than this I’m pulling this car over AGAIN and shutting her up
"That’s where you're wrong,” Mel says, contradicting Sevika confidently. “It makes me think bigger. I'm David always searching for a bigger Goliath." Mel says, and doesn't look back at her while she's ranting but hums along.
"It's a lot easier to make sure your people are fed when you have a steady stream of cash flow." She points out, but it's not a criticism, simply a fact.
"Morals are arbitrary lines in the sand that a person decide in the moment." She hums. The brush of fingers against her thigh bring her attention back to Sevika.
"Well,” Mel says, “it sounds like you have your plans for the rest of the night settled." While the look didn't go over her head, she pretends it does. If Sevika would like to come up and blow off some steam. She would have to ask like a good girl.
Sevika snorts “Wouldn’t expect a Noxian to compare herself to David when Noxus is a nation built on taking from others.”
“And you’re wrong about Morals. They’re not arbitrary at all. Supposed to be the solid foundation you make decisions off of. They’re what set humanity apart from monsters.”
“But hell, what do I know? Ain’t here to play politics. Don’t have the patience for it.” Sevika presses a button on the car stereo and is greeted by music blasting full volume out of the speakers.
The cacophony lasts but a couple seconds but the string of shouted curses from Sevika don’t let up when the music is turned down.
fucking jinx. Kid is always messing with my shit
“-mother FUCKING punk ass BRAT!” Sevika takes a deep breath in an effort to collect herself. “I need to calm down. I’m an adult”
"I've found the people of Piltover get nervous when you remind them how powerful Noxus is." Mel hums and looks away from the window for a moment to smirk at the Zaunite woman.
"But something tells me. You don't get nervous easily." Mel leans her elbow on the center console and rests her chin on the hand. She listened to the woman talk and hums.
Sevika was different from any woman she's ever spoken to. Her eyes widen slightly as the music blares out but that's the only indication of her shock at the noise. She sits up straight in her seat again. She can't help the giggle as Sevika loses her shit and then quickly composes herself.
The sound of Mel’s laugh is infectious. Sevika finds that instead of still being pissed off she’s actually… fine? She wants to hear Mel’s laugh again. And that thought stops her in her tracks.
been awhile since someone had me thinking like this
She shakes her head, as if to swat away her wandering thoughts like flies on a hot day. “Y’know what? Maybe no music. You’ve been full of questions tonight. My turn.” A quirked eyebrow is the only indication that it’s an actual request instead of a demand.
Mel clears her throat and tries to school her back to a more neutral expression, but the mirth still plays on her lips. "Oh? And what questions do you have for House Medarda?" She raises an eyebrow and shifts so she's facing Sevika almost head on.
“Don’t have questions for House Medarda, just you Princess.” Sevika meets Mel’s sharp green eyes and winks at her. “Wanna know what you want to happen when you let me through your door tonight.” “Like knowing what I’m getting into s’all”
Mel’s smirk widens at the wink from the other woman and pulls a compact out of her purse to check her reflection. As if Mel Medara ever looked anything but composed.
She snaps the compact closed and lazily looks back over at Sevika. "And who said that I'm letting you in my door? No one has asked to come up yet." She points out.
“Gonna make me beg or will a ‘please’ do?” Sevika asks as she guides the car down a much nicer road than the ones they’d started their journey on.
“Cuz I have to disappoint you but you won’t find me begging for much. But if you’re just looking for a ‘please pretty woman, invite me up to your suite and I promise to eat your pussy till your legs shake’…”
“I guess I can repeat myself but what a waste of breath,” the taller woman finishes.
"Well, I wasn't going to make you beg, but now you have my curiosity peaked to see how long it would take." Mel hums and pulls another spliff from her case.
"Now, how could I possibly say say no when you asked so nicely. When you get to my building, go around back and I'll key you into the garage." She says and places the spliff between her lips.
“Yes ma’am,” Sevika steers the glossy car through the night and holds a lighter out for Mel, not bothering to ask this time. “Gonna need a minute to check in with my guys when we get there. Make sure your car got to the shop without any issues.”
Her fingers flex on the steering wheel. “Then, you’ve got my undivided attention Miss Medarda.” Sevika drops her voice to a low rumble and smirks at Mel.
“Still think you can handle more than one ride tonight?”
Mel leans forward and looks up at Sevika through her lashes as she inhales. The cherry burning as bright as the arousal building in her abdomen. "All work and no play," Mel tsks playfully before sitting back in her seat to smoke her spliff.
When Sevika pulls up to the garage, she unbuckles her seatbelt, grabs her purse and climbs over Sevika to roll the window down. Once the window is down, she practically crawls into Sevika lap, so that she can reach the machine. Once halfway out the window, she starts rummaging through her bag for her keys.
"Oh I can definitely handle more than one." She purrs.
“Complain about my work ethic all you want but you’ll be grateful your car makes it back to you in perfect shape tomorrow.” Sevika wraps her right arm around Mel’s waist to help her ease back into the car and fully settle across her lap. Why bother returning Mel to her own seat?
“Might hold you to that sweetheart.” Sevika says, “been a while since someone could keep up with me.” “Do I need to park anywhere in particular?”
"I'm not complaining. I'm observing." She giggles and presses the fob on her keys against the gate. She makes a small noise of surprise as Sevika settles her into her lap and drives into the garage.
"Better not be the only thing you're holding against me tonight." Mel says, and with a smirk leans forward to press a string of kisses along Sevika's jaw.
"Follow the ramp all the way down." She whispers in the driver’s ear. "The bottom floor is where I keep my personal collection."
Sevika swallows a sigh when Mel’s lips touch her and follows the arrows of the parking structure. Goosebumps prickles along Sevika’s neck as she follows Mel’s whispered instructions. The car smells of tobacco and weed and Sevika is so incredibly aware of the warm press of Mel’s body against hers.
She tilts her head to the right slightly to give Mel better access to her neck and steers the car into an empty stall. Only when the vehicle is in park and the ignition is off does Sevika make eye contact with Mel.
She shifts slightly to grab a lever on the side of the seat next to the driver's door and snaps the seat at an incline.
Another pull of a lever and she’s pushing the seat back as far as it goes in one smooth motion, keeping her good arm wrapped around Mel to keep her from getting too jostled around. “Enough teasing me,” she growls softly. “come here.”
Mel smirks against the skin of the woman's neck as she feels the goosebumps rise from the absence of her lips. It was very impressive that Sevika could drive and park so well with Mel not only in her lap but pressing kisses into her skin.
"I'm already in your lap, how much closer would you like, Sevika." she teases. As she settles into a straddle across Sevika's lap, Mel’s skirt puddles in between them.
Instead of responding with words Sevika wraps her prosthetic arm firmly around Mel’s waist and pulls her flush against her own body.
Her lips capture Mel’s in a slow kiss and it fans the flame already burning inside her. “Closer won’t be enough until my fingers are inside you doll.”
Mel makes a small sound of delight as she's pulled flush against Sevika. Her hands slide into Sevika's hair as they kiss slowly.
Despite Mel wanting nothing more than to ride the woman's face, right here right now. Part of her wants to hear Sevika beg to taste her.
"That can be arranged." She says and nips at Sevika's bottom lip
The pull of Mel’s teeth on her lower lip is enough to drive Sevika to the edge of her self-control.
“Arrange it then.” The words come out gruffer than she means but she won’t apologize.
Sevika takes a long moment pressing her own set of kisses and nips along Mel’s neck.
"Oh Lovey, you're going to have to learn some patience." She laughs. Mel gathers the front of her skirt and reaches between her legs to snap open the buttons on her catsuit.
She never bothered with panties when she was wearing a catsuit, simply too much fabric. So Sevika gets a glimpse of her bare pussy before she drops the fabric to pool in Sevika's lap again. "Do you expect me to do everything?"
“Preach about patience some other time, will ya?” Sevika says, eyes lazily trailing the movement of Mel’s hands. “I just saw the prettiest pussy,” her voice is low now, almost reverent.
Her mouth goes dry as she wonders what Mel will taste like on her tongue. Sevika holds eye contact with the woman atop her as she inches her right hand up the other woman’s thigh.
Her thumb slides against warm skin and presses firmly on the bundle of nerves her hand seeks. Sevika smiles wickedly when she feels the slick between Mel’s legs.
“Do I look like someone who’s gonna make you do all the work Princess?”
"Patience is a key tenet to Noxian philosophy." Mel smirks and watches Sevika's eyes trailing down her front. When their eyes meet again, Mel winks and grinds her hips down against Sevika's lap.
Her eyes fall shut and she lets her head fall back as Sevika's thumb teases her clit.
“I think you've been a lot of talk so far." Mel pants, still managing to keep her composure at least verbally.
“If you’re trying to rile me up it’s working.” Her words some out breathy as Sevika watches Mel’s head fall back.
no more talking
Sevika presses lips and teeth to the expanse of Mel’s exposed throat as her fingers work at the bud under her fingers.
She relishes in the way Mel’s hips rock against the palm of her hands, seeking more friction. Sevika stifles a groan when she slides two fingers through the wet folds of Mel’s lips.
“Shit, Princess. This for me?” She doesn’t wait for a response, choosing instead to ease into the other woman with one finger. She finds no resistance to her penetration and slowly pumps into the wet warmth of Mel’s body.
“What was that about that Noxian patience?” Sevika teases, “I can always stop” Her hands still and she pulls away enough to see Mel’s face.
Mel pulls on Sevika's hair roughly and looks her in the eyes. "Leave no marks." She says and it's not a request but Mel is sure that Sevika is going to obey.
"You're not the only one who experiences bouts of celibacy." She murmurs as she rolls her hips again once Sevika finally presses a finger into her.
"Weren't you the one that was just begging to be inside me?" She raises an eyebrow. Her pupils were heavily dilated and her cheeks flushed but otherwise, perfectly composed. She starts to reach for her phone.
"I can always call someone else." Mel says with a smirk.
Sevika scowls up at Mel, realizing that words won’t get her anywhere with this woman. Channelling her frustration into something useful Sevika pulls out of Mel long enough to reposition herself.
One finger becomes two and Sevika doesn’t bother being gentle as she pumps into Mel again. Her fingers curl into that sweet spot and Sevika stops bothering to keep up with anything except the rocking of Mel’s hips and the lust burning in her green eyes.
Mel can't help but giggle at the scowl and she's about to lean back up to kiss it away when Sevika easily maneuvers her back into her lap and is slamming two thick fingers back into her. She moans loudly and as she's filled in a way she simply never has been before. Her hips start to move on their own accord fucking herself onto Sevika's thick finger.
"Oh Janna..." she murmurs and presses their mouths together again.
Sevika’s metal hand curls around Mel’s waist, mindful not to bruise skin. The councilor made it abundantly clear that Sevika wasn’t allowed to leave marks. She would listen this time
The wet sounds of Mel around her fingers and god the noises she was making fill the car as Sevika revels in the thrill of learning a new lover. She helps Mel keep a steady rhythm with and kisses her relentlessly as their movements sway the car ever so slightly.
If Sevika could see anything but the bliss in Mel’s eyes she might have noticed the windows fogging but she was utterly entranced. The only thoughts in her mind were focused on bringing Mel to her climax.
Mel was glad she preached the Noxian practice of patience and not Stamina, because after two spliffs and Sevika fucking her relentlessly Mel can feel her orgasm building in her abdomen. Her hand presses against the window to steady herself while she rides the woman.
“Godamn woman you are fucking gorgeous.” Sevika looks up at Mel as her hand seeks purchase against the cool glass of the window. She wants to tell Mel that she’s got a rule against handprints on her windows.
fuck the windows
How could Sevika possibly tell the woman ‘no’ when she’s sitting so pretty in her lap.
"Fuck, I'm close. Curl your fingers just like that,” Mel pants, and bites her lip knowing that she was not going to last much longer. "Come on, fuck me like you want to." She leans forward to pant into her ear and give Sevika a better angle inside of her.
Sevika’s eyes flutter closed as Mel leans closer, a moan escaping her own throat. She curls her fingers obediently, dropping her head to press kisses onto Mel’s shoulder and up her neck. She can feel how tight the other woman is wound and smiles against her dark skin.
Her metal hand drifts from Mel’s hip up her waist, hoping the contrast of cool metal feels good against her skin. “Come on pretty girl,” she whispers into Mel’s ear “I know you’re close.” She nips at her earlobe, “Let go, I’ve got you.”
"So turned on just from fucking me." Mel purrs, and despite how close she is, she's still the picture of composure. She presses her face into Sevika's neck and moans quietly.
Her body tenses as her orgasm rushes over her and her whole body tenses and slows, riding out her orgasm til she collapses against Sevika's chest.
As the aftershocks of pleasure shudder through Mel, Sevika slowly eases out of her. She pops the two fingers covered in the other woman’s slick into her mouth, finally savoring a chance to taste her
“Shit Medarda…” She turns her head slightly to press a soft kiss above Mel’s ear as she regains her breath. Sevika was never very good at what comes after sex. But she feels compelled to wrap her arms around Mel and settle back into the seat in silence.
Her ears still ring with the echoes of Mel’s moans and teasing words and Sevika takes a deep breath to clear her mind. There was still work to do.
"Close enough for you?" Mel smirks and moves back into her seat as she comes down from her orgasm.
"You will, unfortunately have to wait till we get upstairs. I have no problem getting fucked in a car as sexy as this one, but I draw the line on getting on my knees in a footwell." She says and tilts her head to look at the back seat.
"And it looks like your backseat isn't big enough for you, let alone both of us." She chuckles and pulls her compact out of her purse again and adjusts her lipstick that had smeared slightly.
"Unless you're dying to get back to fix my car." She snaps the compact shut.
Sevika shakes her head in disbelief at the woman sliding back into her own seat. “Something something, patience is a virtue.”
Sevika pulls her phone out and sends a series of quick texts:
[To: Bitch Baby Mechanic] Car better be washed. Need you to swap a part out {insert part number} Don’t fuck it up.
[To: Jinx] I know you’re raiding my fridge you ass. At least lock the door behind you when you leave this time.
[To: Elora] Your boss is home safe. Someone will be by tomorrow to drop off the car.
“I'm just letting you know the plan." Mel smirks and pulls her phone out to check what she's missed since her car broke down.
[To: Boss Bitch] I know how to do my job.
[To: Lefty] Where even r u?
[To: Sevika (ZA)] Much appreciated Sevika. Consider us even.
[To: Jinx] Got a gig Nosey. Tell you about it when I drop you at class
[To: Elora] Dunno if we’ll ever really be even but it’s always a pleasure.
Sevika slips her phone back into her pocket and cracks her neck before speaking. “Officially off the clock now. You wanna show me up to your place?”
Sevika stretches out her legs, shooting a sideways smile in Mel’s direction. “I’d like to get back to what we started… but it’s not too late to call it a night.”
She didn’t want to go home without tasting Mel on her tongue but Sevika had no illusions about who was calling the shots tonight.
[To: Lefty] Sweet, imma invite Ekko over 2 ur place.
"Oh so glad you can finally squeeze me in,” Mel says with a smirk. Her eyes follow the length of Sevika's legs and she lets herself imagine just how strong those thighs were.
"The other key Noxian Tenet I was raised on was stamina." She says and climbs out the door and leads Sevika to the elevator and inserts her key to take them to the penthouse. The door opens to a lavishly furnished penthouse apartment.
The apartment was adorned in red and gold and three of her four walls were floor to ceiling windows.
Soft dominance to me lives in the quiet details that I feel often get overlooked. Maybe you meant the question in a more sexual way but this is what comes to mind for me. Guiding hands at your back when you dont even realize you need grounding.Fingers hooking lightly at your belt loop when we walk together just to remind you where you belong.Making sure you’ve eaten, that you’re warm, that you’ve rested because I’m always paying attention.Its noticing the shift in your breathing before you say you’re anxious and drawing you closer without a word. My thumb brushing slow circles into your wrist while we’re sitting side by side.My hand resting at the back of your neck, warm and steady, just enough pressure to make you soften and relax into me. It’s holding your gaze a beat too long and lettin my look say come here without ever needing to out loud. It’s soft kisses to your temple as I pass behind you. Murmured check-ins that sound like affection but carry my intentions to keep you close.
Never too far from you. Never unaware of you. Not control but care. Not force but consistent presence.
I crave the kind of dominance that feels like being chosen constantly.Like safety. Like attention. Like being held without suffocating. Possessive in the way that says: you’re mine to protect, to tend to, to keep.
I want to be the person you come to first for everything and I want to consistently provide the space and safety for you to want to come to me.
My fantasy is just being able to provide and earn someone’s trust on this level and to be able to be soft while still firm in my ability to lead. I don’t get to be soft in many areas of my life and it’s something I crave so deeply.
Great question and sorry if it’s not 🌶️ like you may have been expecting.
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