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MINORS DNI. While I write fluff, my writing is intended for mature readers. If you are underage, please refrain from reading or interacting with my content.
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some of the posts i’m seeing on here recently are just borderline transphobic..like y’all need to chill out a bit and think about what you’re saying maybe
borderline or just fucking blatant. it’s insane. fuck terfs. trans women are… and say it with me… WOMEN. point. blank. period. if someone thinks otherwise then maybe they’re not as queer as they claim to be. they’re just a transphobic lesbian.
requesting a smut -- maybe a halfhearted fight or wtvr that leads to reader spitting on sev, but she wipes it and uses it on reader instead 🫣
heeey!! so cliterally fucking killed me, so thank you for that. also, i'm not sure when i'll be able to post it or finish it, but i wrote a little bit of this request. it'll be entirely bratty and stubborn so, maybe that's something to look forward to?
🥹 also tysm!! 🩷 i love writing for Sevika. i was and am really worried about doing her character justice
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Small Excerpt:
With a sneer, you spit at her feet and eye her with disdain. “You're Silco’s lapdog and nothing more."
Sevika's mechanical arm whirs to life and she pushes you into the wall, gripping your chin tightly. “I should make you get on your knees and clean that up, brat.” She seethes, smoke billowing from her nostrils. The thick haze surrounds you.
Your jaw clenches under her grip, but you refuse to back down. Meeting her glare with one of your own, you hiss. "Try it."
A vicious smirk curls onto Sevika's lips, revealing a glimpse of her sharp teeth. "Oh no… I think you’d like it too much, princess." She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth, roughly dragging her finger across your bottom lip before grazing it over your teeth. “No. You deserve to beg. I want to destroy that pride of yours.”
She delights in your sharp reply, watching as you snap at her thumb. “I don’t beg.” You declare with venom in your voice.
“You will for me.” She assures arrogantly.
Your heart races, a mix of anger and something else you refuse to acknowledge. Sevika's grip on your chin tightens, her mechanical fingers digging into your skin. You can feel the heat radiating off her body, smell the smoke on her breath.
Gathering the spit in your mouth, she anticipates it this time and clenches your jaw shut.
Sevika chuckles, low and dangerous. "Spit again and I’m adding it your mess." She leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "You want that, princess?"
Your mind races for a way out of this situation. But a traitorous part of you, doesn’t want to push her away, doesn't want to escape.
Your breath comes in short gasps beneath her as her hand falls to her side. Her piercing silver eyes seem to dare you, tempting and taunting you to try and defy her.
So, you do.
Saliva drips down her cheek and her nose flares in anger. In one swift motion, she spins you around and slams you face-first into the wall. Her body presses against your back, pinning you in place.
"Should expect nothing less from a spoiled brat." She growls in your ear, her lips brushing against your skin.
The saloon sits unchanged, a relic of time frozen. The warm lights cast a golden glow upon your face, highlighting every contour and crinkle as you let out a laugh. The thick straps of your blouse hug your shoulders, framing the smooth expanse of bare skin on your collarbone. Your skirt flows gracefully around you as you perch on a worn stool at the bar.
A woman quickly follows, taking a seat to your right.
Sevika's pale, ashen eyes narrow with suspicion as the woman's hand glides over your arm, a sly smile playing at her lips. You laugh at something the woman says and Sevika's gaze follows the stranger’s every move, her expression growing more wary.
Her sharp eyes never leave you as you turn to Vander in confusion, shrugging and shaking your head at whatever he says.
She tenses as your eyes flicker back to her with a bewildered expression. Your face brightens as you see her standing there. The woman’s hand falls from your arm, as you spin in your chair and wave her over.
content: Sevika x fem reader, errors/mistakes, wild west au, outlaw/cowboy sevika, maybe slight ooc Sevika, prob lots of loose ends, name calling/nicknames, light angst for like a second, more crying, domestic Sevika, awkward Sevika, wlw smut, cunnilingus (r! giving), fingering, strap-on (r! receiving), calls strap her cock, soft sex, praise kink, found family stuff, cheesy shit ahead
wc: ~13.5k
a/n: Howdy sinners! I give you soft and loving sex as well as awkward and domestic Sevika! Mayhaps not my best work but I had a lot of fun writing this part!! Hope y'all like the end and thank you so much for reading this series. I'm genuinely so touched by the love and support!! 💕 Taglist open for arcane fics!! Just lmk or interact with the taglist post!
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Masterlist Previous Part
Sevika slowly approaches, smoke escaping from her flared nostrils.
“Why were you lingerin’ like some creep?” You tease with an alluring grin and motion for her to sit in the empty chair to your left.
Sevika simply shrugs, her eyes flickering to the other woman before sitting down in the chair next to you. She can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as you turn your back to the woman to give her your full attention.
"Was just admirin’ a pretty face from across the bar." She replies casually, glancing at the other woman before focusing on you. Or more specifically, the brown strip of worn leather around your neck.
Amused, you nod at Vander before twisting in your chair to lean against the counter. “I’m sorry to ruin your stranger roleplay, cowboy, but I’m not sendin’ you a drink from across the bar to fulfill that fantasy. You'll have to chat me up a little first.”
A soft scoff escapes from Sevika's lips before she stifles a laugh. Her boots shift against the floor, the leather creaking softly. “You tellin’ me I have to work for that free drink you owe me, angel?”
Your head bobs slowly as you nod and you click your tongue, stealing a glance at Vander as he pours a generous amount of bourbon into your glass. “I am, cowboy. I wanna see you work for it.” You mumble with a sly grin.
“Ridin’ for you wasn’t enough, angel?” She chuckles, her eyes following your every move as you nod gratefully to Vander.
You raise the glass towards her with a smirk in silent response. She watches intently as the smooth amber liquid disappears between your parted lips.
Her silver eyes grow hooded and her voice drops into a sultry tone. “That’s too bad about that fantasy. I was gettin’ all kinds of hot and bothered thinkin’ about talkin’ to you like it’s the first time, angel.”
You send her a flirty wink. “Well, we can put a pin in that idea for later.”
She lifts a brow, raising her eyes to yours. “Later? That sou-“
“Ahem.”
You startle slightly as the woman behind you clears her throat, momentarily forgetting about her presence. Sevika's smirk falters and she rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
Feeling slightly guilty for neglecting her, you straighten up in your chair and offer an apologetic smile. “Jules, this is Sevika.” You introduce with an amused glance towards Vander, who silently hovers nearby. “Sevika. Jules.”
Jules extends her hand to Sevika with a tense smile. "Nice to meet you, Sevika."
Sevika eyes Jules's outstretched hand for a moment before shaking it, her grip perhaps a bit firmer than necessary. "Likewise." She says, her tone neutral.
You clear your throat awkwardly and their hands fall to their sides. "Jules is new in town." You explain. "She's started at that boxin’ ring I told you about."
"That so?" Sevika replies, her silver eyes never leaving Jules's face. "Welcome to town."
Jules nods, her smile faltering slightly. "Thank you. It's been quite an adjustment, but everyone's been so welcomin’." Her eyes flick to you briefly. "Especially you."
You feel your eyes widen sightly at Jules's words and the implications behind them. “Of course. It’s my pleasure welcomin’ anyone new to town.”
Jules turns to face you, reaching out to give your hand a brief squeeze. "I should get going. It was great catchin’ up with you.” She says, glancing briefly at Sevika. A tense look flashes across her features before she sends you another charming smile. “Can’t wait to do it again."
You nod. "Take care, Jules."
As Jules walks away, you turn back to Sevika, noticing the tightness in her jaw. "You alright there, cowboy?" You ask, a hint of amusement in your voice as you take another sip from your glass. “I already told you, Sev, there’s no need to be jealous.” You tease lightly.
Sevika scoffs, her eyes barely flickering back to the retreating woman. The corners of her lips curl into a smirk as her eyes return to the necklace around your throat. “I’m not jealous. She’s just a girl and I know that’s not what you want. What you need.”
Leaning in close to your ear, she brushes her nose against your hair and whispers, her voice husky and alluring. “You need a woman who will worship you and put you in your place when you need it.”
“Oh.” You lift your brow, with a smirk. “And you think that’s you?” You sound amused but there's a hint of breathiness in your voice.
Sevika chuckles lowly, her voice dripping with confidence. “I know that’s me, angel.” She corrects. “Of course…” Leaning back in her chair, she drapes her arm casually over the back of yours.
“If there’s someone else you have in mind, then by all means, angel.” She challenges, waving her left hand in invitation.
Shaking your head with a smirk, you glance down as she casually spreads her legs in front of her. Licking your lips, you rest your hand on her thigh with a wicked grin. “You’re right, cowboy. You ain’t got any competition. I was just wonderin’ why you thought you fit the role.” You tease, trailing your fingers up and down her inner thigh.
Sevika’s eyes dilate as she stills your hand with hers. “You’re flyin’ a little too close to the sun, angel.” She murmurs huskily.
Undeterred by her warning, you lower your voice even more and lean in closer. “So, why don't you bring me back down, cowboy?” You challenge.
Sevika's grip on your hand tightens slightly. "Careful what you wish for, darlin'." Her voice is low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine. "I might just take you up on that offer."
You feel your breath catch in your throat, heat rising to your cheeks. "You’d put out for me this fast? I haven’t even bought you that drink yet, cowboy." You manage to whisper back, your voice slightly shaky.
Vander lets out a deep sigh as he comes to a stop in front of both of you, shaking his head disapprovingly. “You two are gettin’ awfully comfy. And as much as I like seein’ you happy, kid, I don’t wanna see you gettin’ too happy in my bar.”
Clearing your throat, you shrug at Vander with a grin and lower your hand to rest comfortably on Sevika’s knee. “Apologies, Van.”
Vander sighs, giving Sevika a look. “Don’t matter how long it’s been, seein’ her back is still jarrin’.”
You stifle a laugh and roll your eyes at him. “Well, it only took her almost dyin’ and losin’ an arm but she’s back for good.”
Sevika chuckles, though there's a hint of tension in her shoulders. "Better late than never, right?" She says, her tone light but her eyes searching yours.
You squeeze her knee gently, offering a sincere smile. "Of course, cowboy." You agree softly.
Vander grunts again, his eyes moving between the two of you. "Need another drink, kid?" He says, his tone gruff.
Humming, you nod. “Yeah. Two please.”
The sound of ice clinking in glasses fills the air as he pours two drinks, the amber liquid swirling together lazily. Nodding at you with a stern look, Vander leaves you both to enjoy your drinks.
Sevika's hand comes to rest over yours on her knee. "Finally earned my keep, angel?"
Swirling the glasses around in your hands, you offer her one with a charming smile. “No. But I’m sure you will soon.”
She raises her eyebrows in amusement as she accepts the glass. A familiar warmth spreads through her body as she takes a sip, her gaze locked onto yours.
You follow the movement of her throat as she swallows the amber liquid, transfixed. Lightly drumming your fingers on her thigh, you bite your lip. “You said this is at my pace, right? So I need to be the one who makes the first move?” You mumble, almost absentmindedly as your eyes trail over her.
A slow grin spreads across Sevika's face. “That’s right.”
You lean in close, your lips almost brushing Sevika's ear as you whisper. "Good. Because I think I'm ready to make that move."
Sevika's breath hitches audibly, her grip on the glass tightening and body tensing with anticipation. "Is that so, angel?" She murmurs, her voice husky.
You pull back just enough to meet her gaze, a hungry glint in your eye. You let your fingers curve further up the inside of her thigh. "Mhmm." You hum, the sound vibrating through your chest. "I’m free until tomorrow evening. So… what d’you say we go to your room at the Inn?"
Sevika's silver eyes darken with desire, mirroring the intensity in yours. She downs the rest of her drink in one swift motion, never breaking eye contact. "Lead the way." She growls, her voice rough with want.
Leaning in closer, you tilt your head at her and brush the pad of your thumb over her lip slowly, wiping away a bead of alcohol. Sevika sits stiffly, dilated eyes locked on yours as she watches you lick the droplet from your thumb. You graze your nose along hers and ghost a kiss over her lips before slowly drawing back.
Standing up, you toss a handful of coins on the counter and take Sevika's hand in yours, pulling her up with you. With a casual wave to Vander, who nods knowingly, you lead Sevika towards the door and out into the night air.
…
With a click of the lock, she tugs you inside with a sense of urgency.
The skin on her lips is soft and plump as they consume yours. You trace her bottom lip with your tongue, mirroring the path your thumb had taken minutes before. A moan escapes your throat as you finally taste her- a hint of bourbon mixed with something wholly her. Your tongue eagerly explores her mouth, chasing after the taste of her.
Breaking away from the heated kiss, your breaths come out in ragged gasps and you force yourself to slow down. Swallowing hard, you press your forehead against hers and caress her flushed cheeks.
With a gentle stroke, you tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear before leaning in to capture her soft lips again. "Lay down for me, Sev." You whisper huskily, your warm breath fanning over her skin like a tender caress.
She hesitates, her head shaking slightly as she protests. "It’s been too long. I wanna taste you, angel. " She voices, her tone filled with need.
"Of course you do, cowboy.” You smile at her, your fingers slowly unbuttoning her shirt. "And there’s time for that later. But right now, I want to worship you and maybe knock you down a peg or two." Your words are filled with an equal mix of adoration and playfulness.
With careful movements, you slide her shirt off her shoulders and then remove her tank top without any resistance from her. “And you gotta do what I want cause you still feel really, really bad for leavin’ me.” You add, pulling her closer to you.
"How long do you plan on milkin’ that, angel?" She asks with a hint of amusement, watching you undo her pants.
Chuckling, you look up at her. "As long as you'll let me get away with it."
Sevika smirks back at you, her fingers tracing along the curve of your hip. “Then enjoy it while it lasts, angel.” Without warning, her fingers pinch the skin of your hip and a sharp yelp escapes your lips as you jolt towards her.
"Hey!” You protest, giving her a mock glare before stepping back from her touch. “You can finish undressin’ by yourself.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’.” She apologizes as she strips off her clothes, clearly amused by your reaction.
Pursing your lips, you cross your arms over your chest and watch as she undresses.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you raise your gaze to meet her eyes. They then trail down to the gentle curve of her breasts, where her perky nipples stand at attention. You let out a mumbled remark, barely audible over the sound of your heart thumping in your chest. "You're lucky you're hot."
She lets out a soft snort in response, her own lips curving into a smirk that matches yours.
You lean in, your hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek as your gaze shifts to her arm. The darkened, scarred skin contrasts sharply with the gleaming metal of her prosthetic limb. “If you ever get uncomfortable or you wanna stop, just tell me. Okay?” You say softly, your voice filled with tenderness.
Her piercing silver eyes harden and her body tenses under your touch, sensing your eyes on the scars that adorn her skin. "Does it bother you?" Her voice is guarded, but there is a hint of vulnerability in her question.
Without hesitation, you shake your head, your eyes never leaving her face. "No, Sev. Never." You assure her firmly.
Your fingertips, light and gentle, trace over the faint trails of lightning that are etched into her skin. Nails gently graze down her cheek, trailing along the soft curve of her neck and finally coming to rest on the skin of her shoulder.
"Maybe it's stupid." You begin, vulnerability creeping into your voice. "But I wanna show you, give you, the love that I couldn't when you got hurt." You say, almost pleadingly.
As your words wash over her, Sev's guarded expression softens like melting snow. Her pearly eyes glisten with emotion, reflecting the devotion in your voice. She catches your hand, bringing it to her lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your palm.
"You've always given me more love than I deserve, angel." She murmurs against your hand, her voice filled with raw emotion.
You shake your head, cupping her face with both hands. "That is not true." You whisper fiercely. "You deserve everything, Sev. Everything and more."
She leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed. When she opens them again, they are filled with a love that takes your breath away. "Show me." She breathes, her voice barely audible but filled with longing and desire.
You trace your fingers along the contours of her face, memorizing every inch as if it were a delicate work of art.
"Relax for me, Sev. Lay down." You urge again, your voice a soft whisper in the dimly lit room.
This time she complies, her muscles loosening at your command.
She slowly backs up toward the bed, the back of her knees brushing against the edge of the mattress. She sinks into it gracefully, her gaze never wavering from yours. The dim light from the lamp casts soft shadows on her sharp features, making her look like the goddess she is. She waits for your next move with bated breath, her body trembling with excitement.
The sight of her lying on the bed, body splayed open and eyes filled with raw desire and affection, shoots a surge of ecstasy through your veins. Each step you take towards her feels charged as you shed your clothes, leaving you in nothing but the necklace she left you.
Climbing onto the soft mattress, you settle yourself over Sevika's stomach. Your palms find purchase on her shoulders as you lean down, hovering just inches above her parted lips.
"Is this okay?" Your whispered question hangs in the air, mingling with the soft sounds of your breath and hers.
Sevika nods as her hands rest on your hips, pulling you closer. "More than okay, angel." She murmured, her voice laced with admiration.
You kiss her slowly, lovingly.
The warmth of your skin bleeds into hers as your bodies meld together, your weight resting on her in a comforting embrace. Your breasts brush against hers as you consume each other, skin sliding against skin. You hope she can feel, taste, the love dripping from your tongue, like you can hers.
With gentle caresses, your fingers trace a path along her jawline, down her neck, and across her collarbone. Sevika's breathing quickens and she arches towards you, her hands gripping you tighter. The sharp metal in her hand pierces your hip, but you pay no mind to the pain as you part from her lips.
Your heart fills with an overwhelming tenderness as you take her in. "You are absolutely stunning." You breathe out. You fully intend to savor every moment by mapping every inch of her body with reverent touches and soft kisses.
You start with her forehead, tracing the delicate curve of her brow before moving to her eyelids, gently pressing your lips against them. Your lips then trail down to her nose, planting tiny kisses along its bridge before resting on her full, inviting lips.
With a low, soothing hum, you trail your lips further down the hard contours of her body. She quivers beneath your eager tongue as you pepper her throat with wet, fervent kisses and you pause to suck gently at her pulse point. She lets out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in your hair.
Sevika’s scars tingle with each gentle caress of your lips and she releases a deep groan as you tease her erect nipple with the pad of your thumb.
Your lips trail lower, savoring the taste of her skin as you move down her body. You lavish attention on her neglected breasts, swirling your tongue around each nipple before gently sucking. Sevika’s back rises from the soft bed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Angel." She breathes, her voice husky with desire.
You look up at her through your lashes, releasing her nipple with a soft pop. "Yes, cowboy?"
Her silver eyes, filled with a fiery desire, lock onto yours as she whispers in a low, demanding voice. "Stop teasin', angel." Her hips lift off the bed as she tightens her grip on your hair.
You smile against her skin, following her command. Your hands caress her sides as you kiss along her toned stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath your touch.
With a soft hum of approval, you settle between her legs, hooking them over your shoulders. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you inhale the scent of her. You pause, looking up at her with hooded eyes.
“You’re perfect, Sev.” You say softly, your breath ghosting over her heated flesh.
“Ang-”
Whatever response she had is cut short by a loud moan.
Your eyes flutter with relief and you whimper as you dive into her wet, warm pussy. The dark, coarse hair on her core tickles your nose as you circle your tongue around her pretty clit. The musky scent of her desire and pleasure surrounds you.
Sevika's hips buck against your face as you lick a broad stripe up her slit. You hold her thighs firmly, trying to keep her in place as you continue your ministrations.
"Fuck, angel." Sevika gasps, her metal hand gripping the sheets while her other hand tangles tighter in your hair. “You’re fucking perfect and so good for me, angel. To me.”
You moan in response, your tongue exploring every fold and crevice, savoring her taste. You lap at her entrance before focusing your attention back on her swollen clit.
Your tongue circles her clit before sucking it gently between your lips. Sevika's back arches off the bed, a string of curses falling from her lips.
Alternating between quick flicks and slow, firm strokes, you slide two fingers inside her. Your mouth never leaves her clit as you pump your fingers in and out, feeling her walls clench around them.
You maintain a steady rhythm, humming against the sensitive flesh of her core. Each quiet moan and hoarse groan that she releases encourages you.
Sevika's voice is strained as she warns you. "I'm close."
Your heart races as she nears climax, her body trembling beneath your touch. With one final push, you bring her to the peak of ecstasy, your name falling from her lips in a choked groan, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Licking your glistening lips, you gradually slow your fingers before curling them out of her.
Resting your cheek against her thigh, you feel a sense of blissfulness wash over you. Your eyes glisten with salty tears of adoration as you whisper. “I love you.” Nuzzling into her skin, you breathe her in. “I love you so much, Sevika. More than words can express, Sev.”
Sevika's chest heaves as she comes down from her high, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She looks down at you, her silver eyes filled with an intensity that takes your breath away.
"Come here." She whispers, her voice hoarse.
You comply, pressing a quick kiss to her hipbone before crawling up her body until you're face to face. Sevika cups your cheek with her flesh hand, her thumb gently wiping away a stray tear.
"I love you too, angel. I am in love with you." She murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. "More than before. More than I ever thought possible, angel."
She pulls you down for a kiss, slow and deep, her lips molding perfectly to yours as she tastes herself on your lips. Tears escape the corners of your eyes, wetting her cheeks as you lose yourself in her. When you finally part, she rests her forehead against yours. As both of you catch your breath, her eyes close in blissful surrender.
"You’ve got my infernal soul in your hands, angel." She whispers, her voice trembling with emotion as if giving herself completely to you.
Swallowing, she brushes your hair back. “Will you let me show you how much I love you now?” She whispers against your skin, peppering your nose with light kisses. “How much I missed you?”
You struggle to hold back a sob as you shakily nod, your emotions threatening to overflow.
With a gentle touch, she helps you roll onto your back. Her lips linger on yours for a moment before she slips away into the bathroom, the sound of her movements echoing through the room. You wipe at your tear-stained cheeks and watch as she reappears.
A purple member bobs between her legs as she walks toward you. Her hips sway with each step, two sets of straps adorning her body. One set hangs low on her hips, the other crossing over her waist. But it's the delicate curls of her core that truly captivate you, peeking over the top of the centerpiece.
Your mouth goes dry as she approaches the bed with a predatory grace, her eyes dark as they roam over your body. You gasp in excitement and anticipation as she settles between your spread thighs.
She captures your lips in a searing kiss, her body pressing against yours. You moan into her mouth as you feel the toy brush against your core. Sevika breaks the kiss to trail her lips along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin.
"I've dreamt of this." She murmurs against your collarbone as she thrusts her fingers into you. You gasp in pleasure, your nails curling into the soft flesh of her shoulders as she continues. "Of comin’ back and showin’ you how much I love you.”
She eagerly explores every inch inside of you, scissoring her fingers apart to stretch you open. “Dreamt of lovin’ you with my cock, angel.” She confessed, harshly biting at the skin of your shoulder. “Stretchin’ you open as I make you mine.”
You moan at her words, each wet thrust of her fingers pushing you closer to the edge. “An’ you’re mine.” You mumble back possessively.
You can feel her desire radiating from her fingertips and it only intensifies yours. The rough pad of her thumb flicks at your throbbing clit and you cry out your release.
Sevika's soft chuckle fills the air as she revels in your response. “Course, I’m yours. All…” She pauses, lifting her glistening fingers to her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours. With a groan of pleasure, she sucks on her digits before slowly releasing them. “Yours.” She finishes with a sultry smirk.
You feel a lump in your throat and inhale sharply, shifting your thighs higher on her hips as you pull her closer. The weight of her member rests on your core and she grinds it into you. Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers. “You ready for me, angel?”
Your whole body trembles in response and you nod eagerly, your hands sliding down to grip Sevika's hips. "Yes." You breathe. "Please, Sev. I need you inside me."
Sevika positions herself at your entrance, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep kiss. She teases you for a moment, sliding the length of the toy through your folds, coating it in your arousal. You whimper, your hips shallowly thrusting up.
“I see you still haven’t learned patience, angel.” She murmurs against your lips with humor. But you can see the hunger in her eyes, the way her muscles tense with restraint.
Finally, mercifully, she slowly pushes inside you. You gasp against her mouth, your body stretching to accommodate her size. Sevika groans, her forehead pressing against yours as she bottoms out.
"Fuck, angel." The expletive slips from her lips in a breathless groan. Sevika can almost feel how tight and perfect you feel.
With one arm folded beneath your back and the other supporting your head, Sevika's weight presses down on you, almost suffocating. But you welcome it, returning her embrace and intertwining your arms around her back, feeling every curve and inch of her against you.
You pull her in deeper. "Move." You plead. "Please, I need you to move."
Sevika obliges, her hips barely leave yours as she starts with slow, grinding thrusts. “I love you, angel. You look so pretty with my necklace on.” She praises.
The symphony of your shared passion fills the room, each moan and sigh a perfect harmony to the other's. Every caress is met with equal tenderness, as if your bodies were made to fit together. With each shallow thrust of her hips, Sevika's body melds into yours.
Your heart swells with adoration and tears of overwhelming love gather at the corners of your eyes.
Your nails lightly rake over Sevika's back as she moves inside you. The toy slides in and out of you with delicious friction. You press your lips to her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin as your lips explore the texture of her scars.
"I love you." You whisper against her flesh. "So much, Sevika."
Sevika's thrusts grow deeper, more forceful, as if she's trying to push away the years of separation between you. "I love you, angel."
You moan loudly, your nails curling into her skin as pleasure builds within you.
"Sev." You gasp, your voice breathy and desperate. "Please, don’t stop."
Lifting one of your legs higher on her waist, she changes the angle of her thrusts. The new position allows her to penetrate you even deeper, and you cry out in ecstasy. The room fills with the sounds of her hips slamming into yours.
"Like this?" Sevika growls, her voice husky. "This what you need, darlin’?"
Sevika's lips find your neck, sucking and biting at the skin just above your necklace and your legs spasm closed around her as you cum.
"Yes!" You moan, your head thrown back in pleasure. "Oh fuck, Sevika!"
Pressing wet kisses to your skin, her hips slow and she gradually stills in you. Sevika's lips trail up your neck, placing gentle kisses along your jaw before capturing your lips in a tender kiss. Her hips remain still, the toy buried deep inside you.
"You okay, angel?" She murmurs against your lips, her silver eyes searching yours with concern.
"Check back, in about 5 minutes, cowboy." You whisper back, a smile spreading across your face as you run your fingers through her hair.
Sevika chuckles softly, nuzzling her nose against yours. Her hand moves up to caress your cheek, her thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone as she studies your face intently, her eyes flickering with a mischievous glint. "You exceeded even my wildest dreams, darlin’."
You nod your head in mock appreciation, tightening your legs around her waist. "I'm flattered. Who knew I could surpass your steamy fantasies, cowboy?" You quip back, the words rolling off your tongue playfully.
Sevika's eyes twinkle with amusement as she gazes down at you. "Oh, angel." She purrs, her voice low and husky. "You have no idea just how wild those fantasies can get."
She punctuates her words with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, causing the toy still buried inside you to shift. You gasp, your oversensitive body trembling at the sensation as your walls flutter around her.
"Sev." You whimper in complaint. "Gimme a minute, would you?"
She chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Of course, darlin'. We've got all night, so what’s the rush? Ain’t that right, angel?"
With gentle movements, she eases out of you and you groan at the loss. She settles beside you, pulling you close against her chest. You curl into her, your fingers tracing patterns over her skin as you bask in the afterglow.
Your breathing steadies, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest accompanied by the soft whooshing sound of air passing through your nose. Your hand, heavy with sleep, searches blindly for hers.
The copper appendages curl over yours and you fall asleep, in her arms, hand in hand.
…
“What’re you lookin’ at?” Sevika questions with a smirk, drying her wet hair as stray droplets of water cascade down her neck.
A few stray drops fall between her breasts and vanish beneath the fabric of her buttoned shirt. Lifting your eyes to hers, you meet her gaze. "Your face." You reply with an innocent shrug.
She scoffs, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice as she rolls her eyes. "Sure you were, angel." She mumbles sarcastically, sitting on the edge of the bed and leans over to slip on her boots.
You follow closely behind, wrapping your arms around her waist and sliding your hands under her shirt. Your fingers trace teasing patterns over her stomach, feeling the softness of her skin and the tensing of her abdominal muscles. The trail of hair below her navel tickles your fingertips as you playfully drag your nails along its path, pressing soft kisses to her neck. She wraps her arms around yours with a shiver.
Sevika's eyes glint with unbridled desire as she turns to look at you. A slow smile spreads across her lips, revealing her sharp canines. "Careful now. Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish, angel." She murmurs, her voice husky.
You let your fingers dance along the curves of her stomach. "Feelin’ hungry, Sev?" With a wicked smile, you rise up on your knees and lean over her shoulder, puckering your lips playfully.
A small scoff escapes her lips as she turns in your arms. “I could eat.” She stares at you in amusement and you hum, smacking your lips together in silent demand. Chuckling, she presses a rough peck to your lips.
Satisfied, you fall back to your heels and chuckle as you quickly scan her figure with a smirk. “I’m sure you could eat.” You clear your throat and cough into your shoulder, an exaggerated motion that only adds to the teasing tone of your words. “Munch.”
Amusement lights up her silver eyes as she raises a thick brow. “What was that, angel?”
“I said, ‘I’m sure you could eat’.” You shake your head, feigning confusion. “Gyah-lee, your old age finally catchin’ up to you, Sev?”
Sevika pinches your side and you laugh, wrapping your arms around her shoulders as you twist into her lap. “I can grab somethin’ to-go from the Inn or Jericho’s and bring it back.”
“I’ll go with you.” She offers, loosely resting her hands on your hips.
“You can. But I like takin’ care of you. It’s my love language. I know you wouldn’t understand, cause yours is bein’ a grabby horn-dog.” You tease, squeezing your arms around her.
Sevika scoffs, letting you slide off her lap. “Right, I’m the one who can’t keep my hands to myself.” She retorts, standing.
“Mhmm.” You hum in agreement, with a smirk. Biting your lip cheekily, you twirl around her and smack her perfectly toned ass with a wink. “C’mon. If you’re gonna join me, make haste. Mama’s hungry.”
As you smoothly glide towards the door, your fingers entwined with hers, you feel weightless.
Approaching the front desk, Felicia's face comes into view. Her deep purple brows are furrowed in worry and her lips are pressed into a thin line as she engages in conversation with the person standing before her. She looks up at you briefly, concern evident in her eyes, before turning back to attend to the patron.
The corners of your mouth drop as the patron slowly turns around, revealing herself to be Elora. Letting go of Sevika’s hand, you feel a surge of panic grip your chest as you dash towards her. Your heart pounds in your ears as you reach out to grab her arm.
"What are you doin’ here?" You demand, fear and worry evident in your voice. You frantically search for any sign of Bo, but Elora is alone. "Where's Bo? What happened?” Your words spill out in a rush, each one filled with desperate urgency.
She swallows down the tight lump that forms in her throat. Tears of guilt fill her hazel eyes and spill over onto her cheeks. "I'm so sorry." She manages to choke out between sobs. "She...she tried to ride one of the horses by herself. And she fell. She’s at the clinic. I am so-"
"Why the fuck weren't you with her?" You demand, your voice choked with tears and rage. "Y’know what? I'll deal with you later." You grit out through clenched teeth, trying to hold back your emotions as your tears fall freely down your cheeks.
Turning, you stumble into Sevika.
Sevika catches you, her strong arms steadying you. Her silver eyes flash with concern as her gaze flicks to Elora, who is still sobbing. "You okay to walk, angel?" Her voice is low and urgent.
You nod your head, unable to form words through the panic gripping your chest.
"She’ll be okay, angel." She murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you.
You don’t answer as you rush out of the inn.
…
Bursting through the doors of the clinic, your body is consumed by an uncontrollable tremble of adrenaline. Sevika follows closely behind, her hand a reassuring weight on your back as you frantically approach Lest.
"Where's Bo? Is she okay?" You blurt out, your eyes scanning the empty waiting room with growing panic. The smell of antiseptic and fear lingers in the air, adding to your sense of urgency and unease. Your heart hammers in your chest, matching the pace of your quickened breaths.
“Bo’s going to be okay. She's got a few bruises and scrapes, but nothing too serious. She was lucky.” Lest's calm demeanor slightly eases the panic in your chest. You ball your hands into fists, squeezing tightly at the fabric of your clothes, trying to steady your trembling fingers.
Lest's voice is soft, laced with sympathy as her eyes cast downward. "She should be up if you're ready to see her." She says gently.
You nod, your voice cracking as you reply. "Okay. Just... gimme a second." Seeking comfort, you turn into Sevika and feel her hands rub soothing circles on your back. As you draw in Sevika's familiar scent, a sense of comfort washes over you and the trembling in your body begins to subside. Relief floods through you as Lest's words slowly sink in.
With a deep breath, you pull away from her, rubbing your hands harshly over your face to try and regain control. A forced smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you tensely ask. “I look okay? I don’t wanna scare her.”
Your forced smile falters as Sevika gently cups your face, her silver eyes filled with concern. "You look fine, angel." She murmurs softly, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. "But Bo just wants you with her. Doesn’t matter what you look like, angel."
You nod, taking a shaky breath. "You're right. Would you- I think it’d be better if you go." You whisper, leaning into her touch.
Sevika’s eyes fill with understanding and she presses a gentle kiss to your lips. "I love you, angel." She whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with tender fingers. “If you need me, I’ll be close by.”
You nod in response, feeling grateful for her. “I love you. Thank you, Sev.” You say, cupping your hand over her for a brief moment before straightening up and turning to face Lest. "Okay, I'm ready."
Lest leads you down a short hallway to a small examination room. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself as you enter Bo's room. Your heart clenches at the sight of her small, bruised form in the bed. Her eyes light up when she sees you, though there's a hint of guilt in her expression.
"Mo!" She calls out, her voice relieved as she reaches out towards you.
You rush to her side, carefully gathering her into a gentle hug. "Oh, bug. I was so worried. You scared the shit out of me, kid." You murmur, pecking her forehead and pressing your nose to the crown of her head.
Bo sniffles against your shoulder. "I just wanted to show that I could ride." She grumbles.
You pull back slightly, cupping her cheek. "I know, baby." You say with a mix of concern and reprimand. "But you know better than to try ridin’ alone. You were lucky you weren't hurt worse." Your voice softens as you brush away a stray tear from her cheek. "What were you thinkin', bug?"
She pushes you away with a surprising force, causing you to jolt back in shock. Her eyes are blazing with anger and fear, her small body trembling. "You weren't there." She cries out, her voice cracking. "You’re gone every Friday, but you come back. Why didn’t you come back? Where were you? Saturday’s are our days!" She sobs, a desperation in her tone.
Your heart shatters at Bo's words, guilt and pain washing over you. You reach out to her again, but she flinches away. "I am so sorry, bug." You whisper. "I thought you understood when I told you I’d be back late."
Tears well up in your eyes as you slowly take her hand in yours and she hesitantly lets you. Gently brushing her disheveled hair back from her face, you meet Bo's gaze with a heavy heart. “I need to have a serious conversation with you, Bo.” Your lips fall into a deep frown as you try to suppress a sob that threatens to escape.
Bo's lower lip trembles as she looks at you, her anger giving way to hurt. “Am I in trouble? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you, Mo.” She rushes, her voice filled with anguish and regret. “And I won’t ride on my own again. I promise.” She warbles out, her hands clawing into your wrist as if afraid you’ll leave.
You shake your head in reassurance. “No, of course you’re not in trouble, bug.” Your voice is gentle as you continue. “I’ve been... seein’ someone. Goin’ on dates, Bo.”
Bo's emerald green eyes drop to the ground and she curls into herself, her body language suddenly guarded. Her voice comes out in a small, hesitant mumble as she asks. "Like as a couple?"
You sadly smile and wrap your arm around her. “Like as a couple.” Squeezing her hand, you pause. “Can you look at me, Bo?”
Bo hesitates for a moment before slowly lifting her gaze to meet yours. Her green eyes are filled with a mix of emotions - confusion, insecurity, and a hint of fear.
"I love you more than anything in this world, bug. Nothing and no one will ever change that." You say firmly, your voice filled with sincerity.
Bo's lower lip trembles slightly as she listens, her eyes searching your face. "But what if… what if they try to take you away? What if you don't wanna come back?" She whispers, her voice small and vulnerable.
You pull her closer, being careful of her injuries. "Oh, baby." You murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "That's not possible. Nothing will come between you and me. I love you, Bo, and I'll always come back to you, baby. And you are my first priority.”
With trembling fingers, you cup her tear-stained cheeks and gently wipe away the drops that fall from her emerald eyes. “She knows that. And if she ever tries to come between us, then she’s gone. Okay?”
She nods, flinging herself across your lap, her body wracked with sobs. “M’ sorry, Mo. I love you.”
You wrap your arms around her and gently rock her back and forth. "You have nothin’ to be sorry for, sweet girl. It’s my fault for not makin’ makin’ you feel safer, baby. More loved. That's on me, not you." Your voice quivers with emotion as you speak, struggling to keep yourself together and you rest your cheek on her head. "I love you so much, bug."
She slowly calms, her sobs turning into sniffles as she loosens her tight hold on you. She looks up at you with red, puffy eyes and rests her head on your shoulder. "You look pretty." She says softly.
A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you run a hand through her hair. “Thank you, bug.” A fond chuckle escapes your lips as you gaze down at her with affection.
“What’s…” Bo trails off, her words barely audible as her fingers fiddle anxiously in her lap. You wait patiently for her to find the right words, studying the way her fingers twist and turn. “What’s her name?” She finally asks.
"Sevika.” You say softly.
Bo is quiet for a moment, deep in thought as she processes this new information. Her green eyes meet yours, and they are filled with a seriousness beyond her years. "Does she make you happy, Mo?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, she does." You answer honestly. "But you make me happiest, bug."
Bo's expression brightens at your answer. "Is she nice?" She asks, her eyebrows dipping in a small frown of concern.
You chuckle softly at the question. "She can be a bit rough around the edges sometimes, but yes, she's very nice. And she's strong, and brave, and protective." Your eyes soften as you think about Sevika. "I think you'd like her, bug."
Bo seems to consider this, her fingers still fidgeting. “Can I meet her?”
Bo studies Sevika intently, her green eyes scanning the tall woman from head to toe. Sevika shifts awkwardly under the child's scrutiny, clearly unsure of how to interact with the young girl.
Sevika clears her throat, her usual confidence seeming to falter under Bo's unwavering gaze. "It's nice to meet you, Bo." She says, her voice softer than usual. "I've heard a lot about you."
Bo's eyes narrow slightly, her small hand tightening its grip on yours. "Are you gonna take Mo away?" She asks, her voice filled with apprehension.
Sevika's eyes widen slightly, but she quickly composes herself. “No… And if I tried, ‘Mo’ would kick my ass.”
Bo’s chest puffs up. “I would too.” She declares with a pinched glare. You both glance at each other over Bo’s head with amusement.
“Of course.” Sevika responds in a serious tone, barely managing to suppress a small smirk.
Bo's gaze lingers on Sevika's metal arm, her eyes widening slightly. "What happened to your arm?" She asks bluntly, in the way only children can.
You tense slightly and move to interject, but Sevika merely shrugs. "I lost it in an accident." She explains simply, her tone neutral.
Bo nods, seemingly satisfied with this answer. She looks up at you, searching your face. "Is she always this awkward?" She whispers loudly out of the corner of her mouth.
Turning your head away quickly, you cough into your shoulder to hide your grin. Bending to her height, you stage a whisper staring at Sevika with humor twinkling in your eyes. “No. She’s just a little shy, bug.”
Sevika rolls her eyes with a huff, but Bo takes your statement very seriously and tries to make conversation. “Do you like to paint? I like to paint. If you don’t like to paint, then I dunno if we can get along but if Mo likes you, I guess I can try.” With a soft smile, she releases your hand and bounds towards Sevika, grabbing her hand excitedly and leading her towards the towering oak tree.
Sevika's expression shifts into one of slight panic as she glances back at you. “I don’t know. I’ve never painted before.”
Bo's features scrunch up in sympathy as she shakes her head. “Oh. That’s sad.”
You silently trail behind them with a gentle smile. Bo's hand gestures towards rocks around the base of the tree, some painted and some bare. "Pick any empty one." She urges, her eyes scanning the options before her with careful scrutiny. "But make sure it's a good one."
A smirk dances across your lips at the lost look in Sevika's cloudy eyes. You playfully nudge her arm and lean down. "Looks like you've got a tough decision ahead of you, cowboy. Just make sure you don't pick a shitty one." You tease quietly, quickly finding a rock and rolling it in your palm.
Sevika's eyes narrow at your teasing. “You tryna say I have shit taste, angel? I’d advise you to remember that I picked you, angel.” She mumbles, carefully surveying each rock.
Glancing over at Bo, you see that her eyes are trained on the pile of stones in front of her. Giving Sevika a quick peck on the lips, you smirk at her. “False, cowboy. I picked you. You just got lucky.”
With a narrowing of her piercing eyes, she smirks at you, a coy expression playing across her lips. "Damn right I did." She says with a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
Selecting a smooth, oval-shaped stone, Sevika presents it to Bo. “How’s this one?" She asks.
Bo examines the rock critically before nodding. "That's a good one." She says seriously. "Now we need to wash them." She leads the way to a nearby water pump, her small hand curling over Sevika's metal one.
You follow behind, grinning at the sight of the tall, imposing woman being led around by a bossy little girl.
Cleaning the dust from the rocks, Bo shows them to Sevika. “You wash all the dust off so the paint doesn’t get all goopy and gross.” Rushing over to the old, paint-stained blanket spread on the ground, she wipes the rocks dry.
"Now we paint!" Bo declares excitedly, thrusting a paintbrush into Sevika's hand.
Sevika looks at the paintbrush uncertainly, her brow furrowing as she glances between it and the rock in her other hand. You can't help but chuckle at her obvious discomfort.
"C'mon cowboy, it's not that hard." You tease gently, nudging her with your elbow. "Just pick a color and go for it."
Bo nods enthusiastically, already dabbing her brush into a vibrant blue. "Yeah! You can paint anythin’ you want. Like a flower, or a horse, or a big scary monster!"
Sevika's lips quirk into a small smile at Bo's enthusiasm. "A big scary monster, huh? I think I can manage that."
Bo falls silent, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her tongue poking out of her mouth as she covers her rock in colors.
"Can Sevika come over for some of our Saturdays?” She asks hesitantly, still focused on her painting. “Mo said I’m not allowed to practice ridin’ for a while, so we’ve been doin’ tons of crafts and bakin’." She says, addressing Sevika.
You pause in surprise. “That’s real kind of you, Bo.” You glance at Sevika, unsure how she'll react to the invitation. “But why don’t you ask her, bug?”
“Well, would you?” Bo’s green eyes sparkle with expectancy as she stares at Sevika.
"I’d love to." Sevika says, her voice gentle. "I appreciate you sharin'' your day with me, Bo." She adds.
You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the interaction between the two most important people in your life.
Bo's face lights up with a tentative smile. "Course! Can’t wait!" She says enthusiastically.
“Bite me asshole.”
As you enter the greenhouse, you adjust your hat with an amused smile. Bo stands with an annoyed glare, while Sevika kneels on the ground returning her glare with an annoyed huff. Both of them are covered in dirt, smudged on their cheeks and caked onto their hands.
Wiping her cheek and spreading the dirt on her face, Sevika glances at you. “Wanna help me out, angel?” She asks exasperatedly.
Lifting your eyes in mock consideration, you suck your teeth and shake your head sarcastically. “Nah. I think you’re on your own, cowboy.” You say crossing your arms.
Sevika rolls her shoulder in irritation and opens her mouth to retort, but Bo beats her to it. Turning to you with pleading eyes, she exclaims. “Mo! She’s a brute! Tell her she’s gotta be more gentle with the strawberries!” With a hand on her hip, Bo shakes a stern finger up at Sevika. “Those are Mo’s favorite, you can’t ruin them!“
Sevika scowls, knee-deep in soil as Bo stands over her, scolding her. Trying to hold back your laughter, you bite down hard on your lip, but it's no use. Your body shakes with mirth and you throw your head back with a loud cackle, covering your mouth.
“I’m glad to see you two bondin'.” You manage to say through bursts of laughter.
Bo and Sevika watch you calm yourself with soft smiles, their eyes filled with affection.
You clear your throat as you move between them, still grinning. "Alright." You say, amused. "Let's see what the damage is."
You kneel down beside Sevika with a groan. As you examine the strawberry plants, you can feel the heat radiating from Sevika's body, so close to yours. You resist the urge to lean into her.
"Well." You say after a moment. "They don't look too bad. You’re a good teacher, Bo.” You smile grows as her chest puffs up at your praise.
“Just needs a gentler touch, Sev." You demonstrate, gently lifting the leaves and examining a strawberry. "Hand me the shears, bug."
Bo quickly hands you the tool and Sevika watches you intently. “The trick’s not squeezin’ too hard, cowboy, or you’ll bruise ‘em.” You tease lightly. Snapping the blades around the vine, you place the berry in the basket and stand.
Dusting yourself off, you look down at the half full basket. Snatching it from the ground, you wave both of them to follow as you move towards the door. “Well come on, ya’ll need to clean up if you’re gonna help me use these. They look perfect, so we'll use ‘em to make strawberry tarts.” You say, glancing back at them.
Bo scrambles after you, her green eyes bright in excitement. “Well, we picked a whole bunch so how many are we makin’? Some for the whole town? What about everybody at the Inn? Can we? They’re my favorite anyway, so I think it’d be okay if we just make enough for us and them.” She rushes out without taking any breaths.
Chuckling, you pat her back. “Breathe Bo. There’s enough for us and everybody at the Inn.” Glancing down at the basket, you smirk at Sevika. “There may even be enough for some marmalade and strawberry croissants in the mornin’.”
Gasping with wide eyes, she starts running ahead to the house. “I call the shower first! Suck an egg, asshole!”
“Take your boots off on the porch! Don’t rush it!” You call out after her. “And wash your hair!” You add.
Pointlessly, Sevika tries to wipe the dirt from her hands on her jeans next to you. “You plannin’ on pickin’ the rest tomorrow?”
Sending her a grin, you nod emphatically. “Oh, absolutely.” Giving her an amused smile, you nudge her arm. “Is that nickname just gonna stick now?”
Sevika glances at you, frowning with a sigh. “I didn’t break it on purpose.”
“Oh! I know you didn’t, but a friendship bracelet is a friendship bracelet and you broke it, cowboy.” Chuckling loudly, you shake your head in disbelief. “You broke it fucking immediately. How the hell did you manage that? Who knew you were so fucking clumsy, Sev?”
She rolls her eyes at you, not bothering to respond.
"You're good with her." You tell her, sincerity evident in your voice. "She likes you."
Sevika raises a skeptical brow and you laugh, giving her a gentle push. “I’m serious.” You insist, your voice quiet and earnest. “If she didn’t like you, you’d know.”
A small smile of gratitude spreads across Sevika's face in response to your words. She looks relieved, her tension melting away with your reassurance.
Walking up the steps, you glance at the muddied shoes haphazardly thrown on the porch. Flashing a stern look at Sevika, you nod at her shoes while sliding off your own. “Porch.”
She scoffs and grumbles behind you, but fumbles with her boots.
Setting the basket on the kitchen counter, you grab a cloth from the cabinet and wet it under the sink. Sevika clears her throat behind you.
Squeezing out the water, you tilt your head at Sevika. “Wash your hands and I’ll help you with your face, cowboy.”
Snorting, she follows your directions. Hopping onto a bar stool, you silently wait for her to finish.
Drying her hands, she inserts herself between your legs and her palms fall onto the tops of your thighs.
You gently wipe the dirt from Sevika's face, your touch careful. You can feel the heat of her body between your legs, your breath catching in your throat as you brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead.
"There." You murmur softly, lowering the cloth and pecking her lips. "All clean."
Neither of you move.
"Angel." Sevika breathes, her voice low and husky. She leans in and your eyes flutter closed as you close the distance.
You gasp against her lips and resist the urge to pull her into you. The kiss is slow and Sevika’s hand falls to your cheek. She hums against your mouth, before parting. Pressing her forehead to yours, you both pant. “Love you, angel.”
“Love you too, cowboy.” You respond, pecking her lips again.
Hearing light footsteps race around upstairs, you press one last light peck to her lips before pushing her back and hopping down.
Swallowing, you turn to the doorway and wait for Bo to come drifting into the kitchen.
Sure enough, she almost runs into the island as she skids to a stop. “I’m ready! Let’s get started!”
Putting your hand on your hip, you lift a skeptical brow at her. “Did you wash your hair?”
Sniffing haughtily, Bo stands taller. “How dare you doubt me? I am an hon-”
“If I smell your hair, will it smell like soap?” Smirking, you grab the basket and move towards the sink.
Sighing, she glares at your back before turning. “You are a cruel, cruel person.”
You chuckle under your breath as you clean the strawberries in the sink. Flicking off the beads of water from your hands, you move to Sevika and raise a strawberry to her lips.
Her eyes darken on you and you watch her lips envelop the fruit. Flicking your tongue out to collect a drop of juice, you suck it from her lip before stepping away with an innocent look.
With a groan, Sevika shifts her gaze to the ceiling, her hands tightly clenched by her sides. "The shit-bird's right." She mutters, her voice filled with pain and frustration. "You're a cruel, cruel person."
Giggling softly, you turn back to the sink.
Humming a tune under your breath, you nudge Sevika away as she tries to wrap her arms around you. "Quit, asshat." You scold, trying to maintain your balance while fending her off. "You're gonna get me all dirty." Despite your words, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.
You feel Sevika's warm breath on your neck as she leans in close, her voice low and husky in your ear. "Maybe I want you dirty, angel."
"I’m sure you do, but behave yourself, cowboy." You murmur, though there's no real admonishment in your tone.
As if on cue, the sound of footsteps thundering down the stairs echoes through the house.
"Okay, I'm back!" Bo announces, bursting into the kitchen with damp hair. "And yes, I actually washed it this time." She adds, seeing your raised eyebrow.
You nod approvingly. "Good girl. Thank you, bug.”
"I'm ready now!" She says, bouncing on her toes with excitement. "Can we start?"
You chuckle, turning away from the sink to face her and glancing at Sevika. "As soon as Sevika finishes cleanin’ up, bug. Why don't you grab the flour and sugar from the pantry, for now?"
With a grumbling sigh, Bo begrudgingly shuffles towards the pantry, leaving you alone with Sevika in the kitchen, who presses a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll be quick, angel.” She promises.
You hum, moving the bowl of strawberries onto the counter and taking a bite of one.
Slap!
You gasp in surprise, your eyes widening as you instinctively cup your ass in pain. You spin around to see Sevika's retreating figure disappear around the corner.
“You’re such an asshole!” You yell after her. The low rumble of her chuckle trails behind her.
Coming out of the pantry, Bo nods knowingly at you. “Told yah so, Mo.”
Bo clutches the bags of flour and sugar tightly to her chest as she climbs up her step stool. She gingerly slides the bags onto the counter, then snatches a handful of strawberries and quickly hops up onto the countertop. Swinging her legs back and forth, she whines through a mouthful of juice. "Can we start without her, pleease?" She pleads. “S’ not like we need her." She complains.
Rolling your eyes, you lean against the counter next to her. "First of all, you shouldn’t be on the counter. Second, don't talk with your mouth full. And third… Sevika helped pick ‘em. We’re waitin’." You say firmly.
Groaning, Bo flops onto your shoulder. "But I picked most of 'em." She pouts.
You wrap your arm around her. "I'm sure, bug, but we need to wait anyway."
Bo reluctantly nods. "Fine." She lets out a defeated sigh.
Clearing your throat to hide a laugh, you nod. "How’s school been? Sky finally get that hole covered?" You ask.
“Yes, she did.” She mumbles disappointedly before perking up.
"Everyone played tag outside today though! Even Ms. Young!” Gasping in excitement, she shakes your arm. “Tag would be more fun here. We could play on the horses!"
Pursing your lips, you narrow your eyes in disappointment. "The animals aren't toys, Bo. Do you not remember what happened the last time you fooled around on a horse when you weren’t ‘sposed to?" You scold gently while tapping Bo's nose.
She scrunches it up in response. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Bo huffs, crossing her arms with a guilty frown.
“Once the new batch of strawberries grows, and everyone else gets their part of the harvest first, we can make more treats for your class with whatever’s left. How’s that sound, Bo?” You offer instead.
Bo nods eagerly, her frown forgotten at the promise of treats for her class. "Can we make somethin’ else with the strawberries? Like cupcakes? Or Ice cream? Ice cream and cupcakes." She says excitedly.
You smile warmly at her enthusiasm, cleaning the island counter just as Sevika's heavy footsteps echo down the stairs. "Sure thing, bug. We'll make a whole assortment."
Sevika enters the kitchen, she silently quirks an eyebrow at Bo as she moves to stand beside you.
"Alright." You say, rub your hands together. "Let's get started on these tarts."
The three of you fall into a rhythm as you work. You guide Bo through measuring ingredients and mixing the dough, while Sevika slices the strawberries.
While Bo talks about anything that crosses her mind, you and Sevika send each other amused glances over her head.
You hand Bo and Sevika rolling pins and sprinkle flour on the counter. “Just roll the dough out till it’s about the size of the pan.”
Nodding, Bo’s green eyes fill with determination as she rolls out the dough. Sevika follows suit slowly. A breath of amusement leaves your nose and you keep a close eye on Bo as you wash the used dishes and utensils.
Smiling in satisfaction, Bo looks up at you. “All done.” She announces before turning to Sevika with a smug look. “Bet it’s better than you could ever do, asshole.”
Sevika glances at you with a sigh, arms flexing as she rolls. “You ever gonna get onto her, angel?”
Bo quickly retorts. “Where do you think I learned it from, asshole?” She sticks her tongue out at the expressionless woman.
Lifting the unevenly rolled dough into the pan and cutting the excess, you interrupt with a chuckle. “Enough, Bo. Set the timer for 10 minutes.” Doing the same with Sevika’s dough, you open the oven door and carefully place the pans on the middle oven rack.
The timer clicks as Bo turns the knob and she slams it on the counter with a groan. “10 minutes is forever.”
As Sevika raises an eyebrow and glances at you, she wipes down the counter with a clean cloth. "Looks like she got her dramatics and impatience from you too." She smirks.
You chuckle, shaking your head. "I have no idea what you're talkin’ about, cowboy." You reply, affectionately tousling Bo's hair as you walk by.
Bo playfully dodges your touch, giving you a mock scowl. "Hey! I just washed it!"
"And it looks lovely." You tease, earning an eye roll from the girl.
Sevika finishes wiping the counter and leans against the counter with a soft smile. Her silver eyes follow you as you move around the kitchen, tidying up.
"Sooo." Bo pipes up, swinging her arms as she stares up at Sevika. "When’re you movin’ in?"
You nearly drop the bowl you're holding, caught off guard by her question. Sevika straightens up, her eyes darting between you and Bo.
"Uh." You stammer, feeling heat fill your face. “W-what?”
Frowning, she crosses her arms and shakes her head at you. “Well, Ren told me that couples, like her parents, live together. So when is she movin’ in?” Twisting to glare at Sevika, she points at her. “I’m not giving up my room.”
You blink, momentarily speechless. Sevika clears her throat, clearly trying to hide her amusement.
"Bo, honey." You start, setting the bowl down and approaching her. "I’m sure Sev appreciates your concern about her livin’ situation, but I’m not sure we’re ready for that quite yet… And don't worry, no one's takin’ your room." You say, trying to keep a straight face.
Bo nods, satisfied with your answer. "That’s fine. I was here first anyway."
Sevika scoffs, shaking her head. "Well that’s not true, but I’m not gonna argue with you, kid."
Tapping her chin, her green eyes fill with some sort of realization. “Wait. But she’s here all the time anyway. What’s the difference?” She asks, confused.
With a deep sigh, you lift your eyes to the ceiling in exasperation. Wincing, you shift your gaze between green and silver. “Well-”
The timer screeches, buzzing on the counter. With a sense of relief, you stop it and release a deep breath. “Crust is done.”
Donning a pair of oven mitts, you carefully remove both pans from the oven and set them aside to cool. Turning to Bo, you tilt your head and flash her a smile. “Crust needs to cool so we’ll get started on the filling.”
Narrowing her eyes at you, Bo nods. “Ren also told me that her parents kiss in front of her…” She pauses to hyperbolically gag. “Please, don’t do that in front of me.”
You chuckle softly, shaking your head at Bo's dramatic reaction. "Don't worry, bug. We'll keep the kissin' to a minimum around you."
Bo nods in solemn approval. "Good. 'Cause that'd be gross."
Sevika clears her throat, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Noted, kid."
You catch Sevika's eye and share a small smile. "Alright, let's get started on that filling."
Guiding Bo through the rest of the recipe steps, you sneak warm glances at Sevika, who stands back and watches with keen interest.
Finally, as the tarts are finished and placed into the fridge - one adorned with a neat spiral of sliced strawberries and the other equally lovingly but recklessly arranged - Bo lets out an exhausted huff. Placing her hands on her hips she declares. "Well, I'm tired."
Shaking your head, you start putting away the rest of the ingredients. “Hey, cowboy? Mind doin’ me a favor and washin’ the rest of the dishes for me?” You ask, voice muffled from the pantry.
Collecting the dishes, Sevika responds. “Course not, angel.”
Your “thank you” is drowned out by a loud noise of disgust from Bo.
The girl disappears into the pantry with you and Sevika disregards your muffled voices as she fills the sink. She scrubs at a particularly stubborn stain, but tenses as a cloud of white explodes around her. In her hesitation, another handful of flour hits her back.
Switching off the tap, she turns. Both you and Bo stand there with innocent looks on your faces, hands hidden behind your backs.
With a raised eyebrow, Sevika silently looks between the two of you.
Frowning with amusement dancing in your eyes, you point an accusing finger at Bo, flour dusting your skin. “It was her idea.”
Bo's mouth drops open in shock and she lets out a shocked screech. “You rat!”
Laughing uncontrollably, you dart out of the kitchen. Sevika deftly grabs Bo and hoists her onto her back as she passes by, effortlessly slinging the smaller girl onto her back in one swift motion. Bo lets out a surprised squeal, her arms instinctively wrapping around Sevika's neck.
"Hey! Get back here traitor!" Bo points with laughter in her voice.
You can hear Sevika’s footsteps thundering behind you as you race through the house, your heart pounding with exhilaration. She quickly closes the distance between you with her long strides.
You glance back, your eyes widening as you see Sevika gaining on you with Bo clinging to her back. Your giggles bounce around the house as you dart around furniture, trying to evade their grasp.
"Bo! You’re the traitor! Workin’ with the enemy!" You call out between chuckles.
"Thy enemy of my enemy is... Whatever! You snitched!" She accuses as Sevika corners you.
You back up against the wall, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, laughter still bubbling up from your throat. Sevika approaches slowly, a predatory glint in her silver eyes. Bo is still perched on her back, grinning triumphantly.
"Nowhere to run now, angel." Sevika says, her voice low and playful.
"Alright! Alright!" You hold up your hands in mock surrender. "I yield!"
Sevika smirks, her silver eyes twinkling with amusement. "What do you think, Bo? Mercy?"
Bo pretends to consider it, tapping her chin thoughtfully from her perch on Sevika's back. "Hmm… I don't know. She did snitch on me."
"That I did." You agree, nodding solemnly. "And I'd do it again."
Bo gasps in mock outrage. "In that case… no mercy!"
Before you can react, Sevika lunges forward. In one smooth motion, she scoops you up, effortlessly carrying both of you and dropping you on the couch.
Your high-pitched scream echoes through the room as Sevika's hands descend upon your sides. You writhe and squirm against her, erupting into a fit of laughter. You try to break free from Sevika's grasp, but she holds tight.
Bo slides off of Sevika’s back and lands with a soft thud on the floor. Giggling, she waves Sevika away with a joyful twinkle in her emerald green eyes. “Alright, I think Mo’s had enough.”
You struggle to catch your breath as you sit up, mock glaring at Sevika. A playful smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks down at you. “I’ll remember this.” You say, chest heaving.
With a heavy thud, they both plop down on either side of you. The old, worn couch groans at Sevika’s their weight.
Bo's body molds into your side and she groans. “Mayyybe. I forgive you.” She admits begrudgingly with a deep sigh.
Bo sets her fork down with a loud clink and bounces in her seat, the wooden chair creaking under her weight.
“I’m done.” She announces eagerly, her eyes wide with excitement and anticipation.
You finish your bite and nod, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Alright, go rinse your plate. We’ll get out dessert as soon as Sev and I are finished.”
Bo's hair bounces as she nods enthusiastically before quickly scurrying off to the kitchen.
As you and Sevika continue to eat, the soft, melodic strum of guitar strings crackle through the speakers, accompanied by the soothing voice of a singer crooning the opening lines of "I’ll Be Here In The Morning".
Sevika's chair scrapes against the worn wooden floor as she stands from her seat. She slowly walks around to your side, a soft smirk on her lips as she extends a hand towards you with an exaggerated bow. “Would you be so kind as to dance with me, angel?”
Your cheeks flush at her words and you try to hide your growing smile, setting aside your fork as you accept her offer. “I would love to dance with you, cowboy.”
With a soft yet confident tug, Sev leads you to the heart of the room where she envelops you in her arms, her metal arm encircling your body and her other hand clasping yours. You gently rest your head on her shoulder as she softly hums the words in your ear.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bo pause in the doorway, a hesitant crease forming between her brows. With a gentle hand outstretched towards her, you watch as a sweet smile spreads across her face and she skips over to join you.
Bending, you scoop the six year old up.
Bo wraps her arms around your neck, snuggling close as you hold her securely against your hip. Sevika adjusts her stance, keeping one arm around your waist while her other hand comes to rest gently on Bo's back.
The three of you sway together to the gentle melody, Bo's small form nestled between you and Sevika. You can feel the warmth of both their bodies, the steady rise and fall of their breathing in sync with the music.
Bo's eyes are heavy-lidded, her earlier excitement giving way to sleepiness as she rests her head on your shoulder. Her small fingers play idly with the collar of your shirt as she mumbles. "This is nice.”
You hum, smiling against her hair. "It is, isn't it?" You murmur back.
Sevika's eyes meet yours over Bo's head, filled with warmth and tenderness. Her metal fingers gently brush against your lower back, a silent question in the gesture.
You give her a small nod, your own eyes softening as you lean in closer, listening to her steady heartbeat. The three of you continue to sway gently, the music washing over you in soothing waves. Bo's breathing slows, her body growing heavier against yours.
Sevika's hand moves to gently stroke Bo's hair. "Looks like someone's ready for bed." She whispers, her voice low and gentle.
Bo stirs slightly in your arms. "Nuh-uh. We haven’t had dessert yet." She mumbles sleepily against your neck.
You chuckle softly. "Course, bug. How could we forget?"
Sevika reluctantly loosens her hold on you, but keeps one hand resting lightly on the small of your back as you carry Bo to the kitchen.
You settle Bo onto a stool, gently shaking her. “If you’re gonna eat, bug, you gotta show me you’re awake.”
She slowly leans back, letting go of you to rub her eyes. “M’ wake.”
Sevika huffs an amused breath and affectionately squeezes your arm as she goes to clean up your cold food.
As you move to get dessert, Bo rubs her hands over her face in an attempt to wake herself. Sevika crosses behind you, washing your plates, as you set a cake on the counter.
You carefully slice three pieces, placing them on small plates. The rich aroma of chocolate fills the air as you slide a plate in front of Bo. Her eyes light up despite her sleepiness.
"Thank you." Bo mumbles, picking up her fork.
You hand Sevika her plate with a soft smile before settling onto the stool next to Bo with your own slice. The three of you eat in comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional clink of forks against plates and Bo's contented hums.
Her feet sway underneath her stool as she gets a large bite of her dessert. “Can we dance some more?” She muffles through a mouthful of cake.
“You not tired anymore?” Sevika drones.
Bo points her fork at Sevika and narrows her green eyes. "You fed me sugar, now you have to deal with the consequences."
You chuckle at Bo, shaking your head fondly. Sevika raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.
"Alright, alright." You say, ruffling her hair. "We can dance a little more, but then it's bedtime. Deal?"
Bo grins triumphantly, shoveling another large bite of cake into her mouth.
Sevika glances at you, a mix of amusement and concern in her eyes. "You sure that's wise, angel?"
You shrug, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Like the kid said, we fed her sugar. Might as well enjoy the consequences."
“Yeah, you’ll get Mo to yourself later.” Bo taunts, shoveling the last bite of cake into her mouth.
She hops down from the stool and grabs both your and Sevika's hands, practically dragging you back to the living room.
The music has shifted to a more upbeat country tune. Bo starts bouncing and twirling immediately, her earlier sleepiness seemingly forgotten. You and Sevika share a knowing look - you both know the sugar high will be closely followed by a crash.
Grinning, you pinch Sevika’s side before darting over to Bo. Scooping her up in your arms, you toss her playfully into the air. Her laughter rings out as you catch her mid-air and spin around with her in a dizzying dance.
Bo's laughter fills the room as you spin her around, her small arms wrapped tightly around your neck. You can feel the vibration of her giggles against your chest, her joy infectious.
Sevika watches from the sidelines, adoration softening her face.
"Again!" Bo squeals as you set her down, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
You chuckle, slightly out of breath. "One more time, bug. Then it's Sevika's turn."
Bo nods eagerly, already reaching up for you. You lift her again, spinning her around as she laughs delightedly.
When you set her down again, she turns to Sevika with bright green eyes. "Your turn!"
Sevika's eyes widen slightly, a hint of panic crossing her features as the girl bounds towards her. "Come on, Vika!" Bo demands, Sevika's expression softens as Bo tugs at her hand. "Dance with me!"
Sevika hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting to you uncertainly. You give her an encouraging nod, your eyes twinkling with amusement. With a small sigh of resignation, Sevika allows Bo to pull her into the center of the room.
"Alright, kid. How do you wanna do this?" She asks, her voice gruff but gentle.
"Spin me!" She demands, holding out her arms.
Sevika glances at you again, and you nod reassuringly. "Go on, cowboy. Show us what you've got. Just don’t barf on my floors."
Bo lets out a noise of disgust. “Or me.” She adds in protest.
With a slight roll of her eyes, Sevika carefully lifts Bo, her strong arms secure around the girl's small frame. At first, her movements are stiff and awkward, but as Bo's laughter fills the air, Sevika begins to relax.
Leaning against the sturdy porch post, you cross your arms and survey the sprawling ranch.
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierces through the air and your heart skips a beat as fear grips you. In a split second, you bolt towards the noise. You burst into the stable in panic, only to find yourself exhaling in relief.
Sevika sits on a bench with Bo beside her, intently examining something in her palm. Catching your gaze, Sevika nudges Bo and whispers something to her. Bo's face lights up with excitement as she turns to you with a wide grin.
She rushes towards you with her arms outstretched, drying tears crusting on her cheeks. Your brow furrows in concern as you shoot Sevika a questioning look.
Bo wraps her tiny arms around your waist and giggles, holding up a small tooth in her outstretched palm. "Look mama! I lost my first tooth!" Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she bounces on her toes. “I thought I was dyin', so I hid in Honey’s stable and Vika found me and she told me that it’s normal and that I get stuff if I put it under my pillow but she told me it was only money which eugh-” She groans, rolling her eyes. “Bor-ring, like why couldn’t-”
You struggle to focus on Bo's words as tears well up in your eyes. You try to hide them, but a small sob escapes your lips. Bo's head snaps up and she sees the tears, her own eyes beginning to glisten. Her lip wobbles and she speaks in a small voice. “I’m okay, I promise. I’m sorry for scarin’ you, I just-”
Falling to your knees, you wrap your arms tightly around Bo's small frame. Your fingers run through her wild brown hair as you hold her close. Your tears falling freely now as you press a kiss to the top of her head. "Oh bug, I'm not upset. I'm so happy, baby." Your voice quivers as you pull back to cup Bo's cheek in your hand.
Bo's brow furrows in confusion. "Happy? But you're crying."
You laugh softly. "Sometimes people cry when they're really happy, darlin'. And I'm so, so happy."
Bo's face lights up with understanding, and she smiles at you, displaying the gummy gap between her teeth. "Ohh! Like when you cry during the happy parts in those boring books you read!"
You chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Exactly like that."
Chewing on your lip, you smooth a hand over her hair. "You called me mama." You say softly, your eyes shining.
Bo's eyes widen in realization, and for a moment she looks unsure, scared. "Is… is that okay?" She asks hesitantly.
You nod vigorously, a watery smile spreading across your face. "It's more than okay, bug… I’m honored, Bo."
Bo's face breaks into a beaming smile, and she throws her arms around your neck, hugging you fiercely. You hold her close, savoring the moment, feeling as though your heart might burst with happiness.
Bo pulls back slightly, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. "So… does this mean I can call you mama all the time now?" She asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
You cup her face gently in your hands. "Of course you can, bug. I'd love nothin’ more."
Bo's face lights up with joy, and she falls into your arms. "I love you, mama." She whispers against your neck.
"I love you too, baby girl. So, so much." You murmur back, pressing a kiss to her hair.
As you hold Bo close, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you see Sevika standing beside you, her silver eyes soft with affection.
With a firm grasp on her hand, you gently guide her down to join you on the ground. As she settles onto her knees, you and Bo encircle her with your arms.
Sevika stiffens slightly at the unexpected embrace, but quickly relaxes into it. Her metal arm wraps around your waist while her other hand rests gently on Bo's back.
As you hold each other close, a warm sense of contentment washes over you. The three of you stay like that, basking in the comfort and love of your little family.
Sneak Peak/ Teaser:
The cable car hums and vibrates beneath your feet, the rhythmic clanking echoing through the metal box. Frigid air whips through the thin windows, and the skin of your bare arms prickles with goosebumps.
The sharp edges of your restraints bite into your skin of your wrists with every sway of the car. Shifting, you roll your shoulders, trying to rid yourself of the soreness in your muscles. You grimace and clench your numb hands behind your back, the heavy chains rattling against each other.
Sighing loudly, you shake your restrained arms awkwardly and complain. “Can you, maybe, take these things off? A girl can only entertain the handcuff thing for so long. Said my safe word a long time ago. I mean-”
A guard grabs your arm and pulls you toward them, their words a hiss. “Shut up. You’re not in the position to be asking for any accommodations."
Groaning, you wince as your elbow bends uncomfortably under their grip. The pulsing in your arms and wrists worsens as your arms are pushed tighter against your back. “Okay. First of all, oww. Second of all, you could’ve just said no.”
You can feel the heat of the enforcer’s glare on the back of your neck but you sigh, ignoring it. Bending your neck, you squint as you observe the approaching island through the rectangular window. With a snort of amusement, you straighten.
Stillwater. Dark. Ominous. And consumed by spooky fog… Wonderful.
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The saloon sits unchanged, a relic of time frozen. The warm lights cast a golden glow upon your face, highlighting every contour and crinkle as you let out a laugh. The thick straps of your blouse hug your shoulders, framing the smooth expanse of bare skin on your collarbone. Your skirt flows gracefully around you as you perch on a worn stool at the bar.
A woman quickly follows, taking a seat to your right.
Sevika's pale, ashen eyes narrow with suspicion as the woman's hand glides over your arm, a sly smile playing at her lips. You laugh at something the woman says and Sevika's gaze follows the stranger’s every move, her expression growing more wary.
Her sharp eyes never leave you as you turn to Vander in confusion, shrugging and shaking your head at whatever he says.
She tenses as your eyes flicker back to her with a bewildered expression. Your face brightens as you see her standing there. The woman’s hand falls from your arm, as you spin in your chair and wave her over.
content: Sevika x fem reader, errors/mistakes, wild west au, outlaw/cowboy sevika, maybe slight ooc Sevika, prob lots of loose ends, name calling/nicknames, light angst for like a second, more crying, domestic Sevika, awkward Sevika, wlw smut, cunnilingus (r! giving), fingering, strap-on (r! receiving), calls strap her cock, soft sex, praise kink, found family stuff, cheesy shit ahead
wc: ~13.5k
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Sevika slowly approaches, smoke escaping from her flared nostrils.
“Why were you lingerin’ like some creep?” You tease with an alluring grin and motion for her to sit in the empty chair to your left.
Sevika simply shrugs, her eyes flickering to the other woman before sitting down in the chair next to you. She can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as you turn your back to the woman to give her your full attention.
"Was just admirin’ a pretty face from across the bar." She replies casually, glancing at the other woman before focusing on you. Or more specifically, the brown strip of worn leather around your neck.
Amused, you nod at Vander before twisting in your chair to lean against the counter. “I’m sorry to ruin your stranger roleplay, cowboy, but I’m not sendin’ you a drink from across the bar to fulfill that fantasy. You'll have to chat me up a little first.”
A soft scoff escapes from Sevika's lips before she stifles a laugh. Her boots shift against the floor, the leather creaking softly. “You tellin’ me I have to work for that free drink you owe me, angel?”
Your head bobs slowly as you nod and you click your tongue, stealing a glance at Vander as he pours a generous amount of bourbon into your glass. “I am, cowboy. I wanna see you work for it.” You mumble with a sly grin.
“Ridin’ for you wasn’t enough, angel?” She chuckles, her eyes following your every move as you nod gratefully to Vander.
You raise the glass towards her with a smirk in silent response. She watches intently as the smooth amber liquid disappears between your parted lips.
Her silver eyes grow hooded and her voice drops into a sultry tone. “That’s too bad about that fantasy. I was gettin’ all kinds of hot and bothered thinkin’ about talkin’ to you like it’s the first time, angel.”
You send her a flirty wink. “Well, we can put a pin in that idea for later.”
She lifts a brow, raising her eyes to yours. “Later? That sou-“
“Ahem.”
You startle slightly as the woman behind you clears her throat, momentarily forgetting about her presence. Sevika's smirk falters and she rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
Feeling slightly guilty for neglecting her, you straighten up in your chair and offer an apologetic smile. “Jules, this is Sevika.” You introduce with an amused glance towards Vander, who silently hovers nearby. “Sevika. Jules.”
Jules extends her hand to Sevika with a tense smile. "Nice to meet you, Sevika."
Sevika eyes Jules's outstretched hand for a moment before shaking it, her grip perhaps a bit firmer than necessary. "Likewise." She says, her tone neutral.
You clear your throat awkwardly and their hands fall to their sides. "Jules is new in town." You explain. "She's started at that boxin’ ring I told you about."
"That so?" Sevika replies, her silver eyes never leaving Jules's face. "Welcome to town."
Jules nods, her smile faltering slightly. "Thank you. It's been quite an adjustment, but everyone's been so welcomin’." Her eyes flick to you briefly. "Especially you."
You feel your eyes widen sightly at Jules's words and the implications behind them. “Of course. It’s my pleasure welcomin’ anyone new to town.”
Jules turns to face you, reaching out to give your hand a brief squeeze. "I should get going. It was great catchin’ up with you.” She says, glancing briefly at Sevika. A tense look flashes across her features before she sends you another charming smile. “Can’t wait to do it again."
You nod. "Take care, Jules."
As Jules walks away, you turn back to Sevika, noticing the tightness in her jaw. "You alright there, cowboy?" You ask, a hint of amusement in your voice as you take another sip from your glass. “I already told you, Sev, there’s no need to be jealous.” You tease lightly.
Sevika scoffs, her eyes barely flickering back to the retreating woman. The corners of her lips curl into a smirk as her eyes return to the necklace around your throat. “I’m not jealous. She’s just a girl and I know that’s not what you want. What you need.”
Leaning in close to your ear, she brushes her nose against your hair and whispers, her voice husky and alluring. “You need a woman who will worship you and put you in your place when you need it.”
“Oh.” You lift your brow, with a smirk. “And you think that’s you?” You sound amused but there's a hint of breathiness in your voice.
Sevika chuckles lowly, her voice dripping with confidence. “I know that’s me, angel.” She corrects. “Of course…” Leaning back in her chair, she drapes her arm casually over the back of yours.
“If there’s someone else you have in mind, then by all means, angel.” She challenges, waving her left hand in invitation.
Shaking your head with a smirk, you glance down as she casually spreads her legs in front of her. Licking your lips, you rest your hand on her thigh with a wicked grin. “You’re right, cowboy. You ain’t got any competition. I was just wonderin’ why you thought you fit the role.” You tease, trailing your fingers up and down her inner thigh.
Sevika’s eyes dilate as she stills your hand with hers. “You’re flyin’ a little too close to the sun, angel.” She murmurs huskily.
Undeterred by her warning, you lower your voice even more and lean in closer. “So, why don't you bring me back down, cowboy?” You challenge.
Sevika's grip on your hand tightens slightly. "Careful what you wish for, darlin'." Her voice is low and gravelly, sending shivers down your spine. "I might just take you up on that offer."
You feel your breath catch in your throat, heat rising to your cheeks. "You’d put out for me this fast? I haven’t even bought you that drink yet, cowboy." You manage to whisper back, your voice slightly shaky.
Vander lets out a deep sigh as he comes to a stop in front of both of you, shaking his head disapprovingly. “You two are gettin’ awfully comfy. And as much as I like seein’ you happy, kid, I don’t wanna see you gettin’ too happy in my bar.”
Clearing your throat, you shrug at Vander with a grin and lower your hand to rest comfortably on Sevika’s knee. “Apologies, Van.”
Vander sighs, giving Sevika a look. “Don’t matter how long it’s been, seein’ her back is still jarrin’.”
You stifle a laugh and roll your eyes at him. “Well, it only took her almost dyin’ and losin’ an arm but she’s back for good.”
Sevika chuckles, though there's a hint of tension in her shoulders. "Better late than never, right?" She says, her tone light but her eyes searching yours.
You squeeze her knee gently, offering a sincere smile. "Of course, cowboy." You agree softly.
Vander grunts again, his eyes moving between the two of you. "Need another drink, kid?" He says, his tone gruff.
Humming, you nod. “Yeah. Two please.”
The sound of ice clinking in glasses fills the air as he pours two drinks, the amber liquid swirling together lazily. Nodding at you with a stern look, Vander leaves you both to enjoy your drinks.
Sevika's hand comes to rest over yours on her knee. "Finally earned my keep, angel?"
Swirling the glasses around in your hands, you offer her one with a charming smile. “No. But I’m sure you will soon.”
She raises her eyebrows in amusement as she accepts the glass. A familiar warmth spreads through her body as she takes a sip, her gaze locked onto yours.
You follow the movement of her throat as she swallows the amber liquid, transfixed. Lightly drumming your fingers on her thigh, you bite your lip. “You said this is at my pace, right? So I need to be the one who makes the first move?” You mumble, almost absentmindedly as your eyes trail over her.
A slow grin spreads across Sevika's face. “That’s right.”
You lean in close, your lips almost brushing Sevika's ear as you whisper. "Good. Because I think I'm ready to make that move."
Sevika's breath hitches audibly, her grip on the glass tightening and body tensing with anticipation. "Is that so, angel?" She murmurs, her voice husky.
You pull back just enough to meet her gaze, a hungry glint in your eye. You let your fingers curve further up the inside of her thigh. "Mhmm." You hum, the sound vibrating through your chest. "I’m free until tomorrow evening. So… what d’you say we go to your room at the Inn?"
Sevika's silver eyes darken with desire, mirroring the intensity in yours. She downs the rest of her drink in one swift motion, never breaking eye contact. "Lead the way." She growls, her voice rough with want.
Leaning in closer, you tilt your head at her and brush the pad of your thumb over her lip slowly, wiping away a bead of alcohol. Sevika sits stiffly, dilated eyes locked on yours as she watches you lick the droplet from your thumb. You graze your nose along hers and ghost a kiss over her lips before slowly drawing back.
Standing up, you toss a handful of coins on the counter and take Sevika's hand in yours, pulling her up with you. With a casual wave to Vander, who nods knowingly, you lead Sevika towards the door and out into the night air.
…
With a click of the lock, she tugs you inside with a sense of urgency.
The skin on her lips is soft and plump as they consume yours. You trace her bottom lip with your tongue, mirroring the path your thumb had taken minutes before. A moan escapes your throat as you finally taste her- a hint of bourbon mixed with something wholly her. Your tongue eagerly explores her mouth, chasing after the taste of her.
Breaking away from the heated kiss, your breaths come out in ragged gasps and you force yourself to slow down. Swallowing hard, you press your forehead against hers and caress her flushed cheeks.
With a gentle stroke, you tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear before leaning in to capture her soft lips again. "Lay down for me, Sev." You whisper huskily, your warm breath fanning over her skin like a tender caress.
She hesitates, her head shaking slightly as she protests. "It’s been too long. I wanna taste you, angel. " She voices, her tone filled with need.
"Of course you do, cowboy.” You smile at her, your fingers slowly unbuttoning her shirt. "And there’s time for that later. But right now, I want to worship you and maybe knock you down a peg or two." Your words are filled with an equal mix of adoration and playfulness.
With careful movements, you slide her shirt off her shoulders and then remove her tank top without any resistance from her. “And you gotta do what I want cause you still feel really, really bad for leavin’ me.” You add, pulling her closer to you.
"How long do you plan on milkin’ that, angel?" She asks with a hint of amusement, watching you undo her pants.
Chuckling, you look up at her. "As long as you'll let me get away with it."
Sevika smirks back at you, her fingers tracing along the curve of your hip. “Then enjoy it while it lasts, angel.” Without warning, her fingers pinch the skin of your hip and a sharp yelp escapes your lips as you jolt towards her.
"Hey!” You protest, giving her a mock glare before stepping back from her touch. “You can finish undressin’ by yourself.”
“I’m sorry, darlin’.” She apologizes as she strips off her clothes, clearly amused by your reaction.
Pursing your lips, you cross your arms over your chest and watch as she undresses.
Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you raise your gaze to meet her eyes. They then trail down to the gentle curve of her breasts, where her perky nipples stand at attention. You let out a mumbled remark, barely audible over the sound of your heart thumping in your chest. "You're lucky you're hot."
She lets out a soft snort in response, her own lips curving into a smirk that matches yours.
You lean in, your hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek as your gaze shifts to her arm. The darkened, scarred skin contrasts sharply with the gleaming metal of her prosthetic limb. “If you ever get uncomfortable or you wanna stop, just tell me. Okay?” You say softly, your voice filled with tenderness.
Her piercing silver eyes harden and her body tenses under your touch, sensing your eyes on the scars that adorn her skin. "Does it bother you?" Her voice is guarded, but there is a hint of vulnerability in her question.
Without hesitation, you shake your head, your eyes never leaving her face. "No, Sev. Never." You assure her firmly.
Your fingertips, light and gentle, trace over the faint trails of lightning that are etched into her skin. Nails gently graze down her cheek, trailing along the soft curve of her neck and finally coming to rest on the skin of her shoulder.
"Maybe it's stupid." You begin, vulnerability creeping into your voice. "But I wanna show you, give you, the love that I couldn't when you got hurt." You say, almost pleadingly.
As your words wash over her, Sev's guarded expression softens like melting snow. Her pearly eyes glisten with emotion, reflecting the devotion in your voice. She catches your hand, bringing it to her lips and pressing a gentle kiss to your palm.
"You've always given me more love than I deserve, angel." She murmurs against your hand, her voice filled with raw emotion.
You shake your head, cupping her face with both hands. "That is not true." You whisper fiercely. "You deserve everything, Sev. Everything and more."
She leans into your touch, her eyes fluttering closed. When she opens them again, they are filled with a love that takes your breath away. "Show me." She breathes, her voice barely audible but filled with longing and desire.
You trace your fingers along the contours of her face, memorizing every inch as if it were a delicate work of art.
"Relax for me, Sev. Lay down." You urge again, your voice a soft whisper in the dimly lit room.
This time she complies, her muscles loosening at your command.
She slowly backs up toward the bed, the back of her knees brushing against the edge of the mattress. She sinks into it gracefully, her gaze never wavering from yours. The dim light from the lamp casts soft shadows on her sharp features, making her look like the goddess she is. She waits for your next move with bated breath, her body trembling with excitement.
The sight of her lying on the bed, body splayed open and eyes filled with raw desire and affection, shoots a surge of ecstasy through your veins. Each step you take towards her feels charged as you shed your clothes, leaving you in nothing but the necklace she left you.
Climbing onto the soft mattress, you settle yourself over Sevika's stomach. Your palms find purchase on her shoulders as you lean down, hovering just inches above her parted lips.
"Is this okay?" Your whispered question hangs in the air, mingling with the soft sounds of your breath and hers.
Sevika nods as her hands rest on your hips, pulling you closer. "More than okay, angel." She murmured, her voice laced with admiration.
You kiss her slowly, lovingly.
The warmth of your skin bleeds into hers as your bodies meld together, your weight resting on her in a comforting embrace. Your breasts brush against hers as you consume each other, skin sliding against skin. You hope she can feel, taste, the love dripping from your tongue, like you can hers.
With gentle caresses, your fingers trace a path along her jawline, down her neck, and across her collarbone. Sevika's breathing quickens and she arches towards you, her hands gripping you tighter. The sharp metal in her hand pierces your hip, but you pay no mind to the pain as you part from her lips.
Your heart fills with an overwhelming tenderness as you take her in. "You are absolutely stunning." You breathe out. You fully intend to savor every moment by mapping every inch of her body with reverent touches and soft kisses.
You start with her forehead, tracing the delicate curve of her brow before moving to her eyelids, gently pressing your lips against them. Your lips then trail down to her nose, planting tiny kisses along its bridge before resting on her full, inviting lips.
With a low, soothing hum, you trail your lips further down the hard contours of her body. She quivers beneath your eager tongue as you pepper her throat with wet, fervent kisses and you pause to suck gently at her pulse point. She lets out a soft gasp, her fingers tangling in your hair.
Sevika’s scars tingle with each gentle caress of your lips and she releases a deep groan as you tease her erect nipple with the pad of your thumb.
Your lips trail lower, savoring the taste of her skin as you move down her body. You lavish attention on her neglected breasts, swirling your tongue around each nipple before gently sucking. Sevika’s back rises from the soft bed, a soft moan escaping her lips.
"Angel." She breathes, her voice husky with desire.
You look up at her through your lashes, releasing her nipple with a soft pop. "Yes, cowboy?"
Her silver eyes, filled with a fiery desire, lock onto yours as she whispers in a low, demanding voice. "Stop teasin', angel." Her hips lift off the bed as she tightens her grip on your hair.
You smile against her skin, following her command. Your hands caress her sides as you kiss along her toned stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath your touch.
With a soft hum of approval, you settle between her legs, hooking them over your shoulders. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you inhale the scent of her. You pause, looking up at her with hooded eyes.
“You’re perfect, Sev.” You say softly, your breath ghosting over her heated flesh.
“Ang-”
Whatever response she had is cut short by a loud moan.
Your eyes flutter with relief and you whimper as you dive into her wet, warm pussy. The dark, coarse hair on her core tickles your nose as you circle your tongue around her pretty clit. The musky scent of her desire and pleasure surrounds you.
Sevika's hips buck against your face as you lick a broad stripe up her slit. You hold her thighs firmly, trying to keep her in place as you continue your ministrations.
"Fuck, angel." Sevika gasps, her metal hand gripping the sheets while her other hand tangles tighter in your hair. “You’re fucking perfect and so good for me, angel. To me.”
You moan in response, your tongue exploring every fold and crevice, savoring her taste. You lap at her entrance before focusing your attention back on her swollen clit.
Your tongue circles her clit before sucking it gently between your lips. Sevika's back arches off the bed, a string of curses falling from her lips.
Alternating between quick flicks and slow, firm strokes, you slide two fingers inside her. Your mouth never leaves her clit as you pump your fingers in and out, feeling her walls clench around them.
You maintain a steady rhythm, humming against the sensitive flesh of her core. Each quiet moan and hoarse groan that she releases encourages you.
Sevika's voice is strained as she warns you. "I'm close."
Your heart races as she nears climax, her body trembling beneath your touch. With one final push, you bring her to the peak of ecstasy, your name falling from her lips in a choked groan, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Licking your glistening lips, you gradually slow your fingers before curling them out of her.
Resting your cheek against her thigh, you feel a sense of blissfulness wash over you. Your eyes glisten with salty tears of adoration as you whisper. “I love you.” Nuzzling into her skin, you breathe her in. “I love you so much, Sevika. More than words can express, Sev.”
Sevika's chest heaves as she comes down from her high, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She looks down at you, her silver eyes filled with an intensity that takes your breath away.
"Come here." She whispers, her voice hoarse.
You comply, pressing a quick kiss to her hipbone before crawling up her body until you're face to face. Sevika cups your cheek with her flesh hand, her thumb gently wiping away a stray tear.
"I love you too, angel. I am in love with you." She murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. "More than before. More than I ever thought possible, angel."
She pulls you down for a kiss, slow and deep, her lips molding perfectly to yours as she tastes herself on your lips. Tears escape the corners of your eyes, wetting her cheeks as you lose yourself in her. When you finally part, she rests her forehead against yours. As both of you catch your breath, her eyes close in blissful surrender.
"You’ve got my infernal soul in your hands, angel." She whispers, her voice trembling with emotion as if giving herself completely to you.
Swallowing, she brushes your hair back. “Will you let me show you how much I love you now?” She whispers against your skin, peppering your nose with light kisses. “How much I missed you?”
You struggle to hold back a sob as you shakily nod, your emotions threatening to overflow.
With a gentle touch, she helps you roll onto your back. Her lips linger on yours for a moment before she slips away into the bathroom, the sound of her movements echoing through the room. You wipe at your tear-stained cheeks and watch as she reappears.
A purple member bobs between her legs as she walks toward you. Her hips sway with each step, two sets of straps adorning her body. One set hangs low on her hips, the other crossing over her waist. But it's the delicate curls of her core that truly captivate you, peeking over the top of the centerpiece.
Your mouth goes dry as she approaches the bed with a predatory grace, her eyes dark as they roam over your body. You gasp in excitement and anticipation as she settles between your spread thighs.
She captures your lips in a searing kiss, her body pressing against yours. You moan into her mouth as you feel the toy brush against your core. Sevika breaks the kiss to trail her lips along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin.
"I've dreamt of this." She murmurs against your collarbone as she thrusts her fingers into you. You gasp in pleasure, your nails curling into the soft flesh of her shoulders as she continues. "Of comin’ back and showin’ you how much I love you.”
She eagerly explores every inch inside of you, scissoring her fingers apart to stretch you open. “Dreamt of lovin’ you with my cock, angel.” She confessed, harshly biting at the skin of your shoulder. “Stretchin’ you open as I make you mine.”
You moan at her words, each wet thrust of her fingers pushing you closer to the edge. “An’ you’re mine.” You mumble back possessively.
You can feel her desire radiating from her fingertips and it only intensifies yours. The rough pad of her thumb flicks at your throbbing clit and you cry out your release.
Sevika's soft chuckle fills the air as she revels in your response. “Course, I’m yours. All…” She pauses, lifting her glistening fingers to her mouth, her eyes never leaving yours. With a groan of pleasure, she sucks on her digits before slowly releasing them. “Yours.” She finishes with a sultry smirk.
You feel a lump in your throat and inhale sharply, shifting your thighs higher on her hips as you pull her closer. The weight of her member rests on your core and she grinds it into you. Her breath is hot against your neck as she whispers. “You ready for me, angel?”
Your whole body trembles in response and you nod eagerly, your hands sliding down to grip Sevika's hips. "Yes." You breathe. "Please, Sev. I need you inside me."
Sevika positions herself at your entrance, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep kiss. She teases you for a moment, sliding the length of the toy through your folds, coating it in your arousal. You whimper, your hips shallowly thrusting up.
“I see you still haven’t learned patience, angel.” She murmurs against your lips with humor. But you can see the hunger in her eyes, the way her muscles tense with restraint.
Finally, mercifully, she slowly pushes inside you. You gasp against her mouth, your body stretching to accommodate her size. Sevika groans, her forehead pressing against yours as she bottoms out.
"Fuck, angel." The expletive slips from her lips in a breathless groan. Sevika can almost feel how tight and perfect you feel.
With one arm folded beneath your back and the other supporting your head, Sevika's weight presses down on you, almost suffocating. But you welcome it, returning her embrace and intertwining your arms around her back, feeling every curve and inch of her against you.
You pull her in deeper. "Move." You plead. "Please, I need you to move."
Sevika obliges, her hips barely leave yours as she starts with slow, grinding thrusts. “I love you, angel. You look so pretty with my necklace on.” She praises.
The symphony of your shared passion fills the room, each moan and sigh a perfect harmony to the other's. Every caress is met with equal tenderness, as if your bodies were made to fit together. With each shallow thrust of her hips, Sevika's body melds into yours.
Your heart swells with adoration and tears of overwhelming love gather at the corners of your eyes.
Your nails lightly rake over Sevika's back as she moves inside you. The toy slides in and out of you with delicious friction. You press your lips to her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin as your lips explore the texture of her scars.
"I love you." You whisper against her flesh. "So much, Sevika."
Sevika's thrusts grow deeper, more forceful, as if she's trying to push away the years of separation between you. "I love you, angel."
You moan loudly, your nails curling into her skin as pleasure builds within you.
"Sev." You gasp, your voice breathy and desperate. "Please, don’t stop."
Lifting one of your legs higher on her waist, she changes the angle of her thrusts. The new position allows her to penetrate you even deeper, and you cry out in ecstasy. The room fills with the sounds of her hips slamming into yours.
"Like this?" Sevika growls, her voice husky. "This what you need, darlin’?"
Sevika's lips find your neck, sucking and biting at the skin just above your necklace and your legs spasm closed around her as you cum.
"Yes!" You moan, your head thrown back in pleasure. "Oh fuck, Sevika!"
Pressing wet kisses to your skin, her hips slow and she gradually stills in you. Sevika's lips trail up your neck, placing gentle kisses along your jaw before capturing your lips in a tender kiss. Her hips remain still, the toy buried deep inside you.
"You okay, angel?" She murmurs against your lips, her silver eyes searching yours with concern.
"Check back, in about 5 minutes, cowboy." You whisper back, a smile spreading across your face as you run your fingers through her hair.
Sevika chuckles softly, nuzzling her nose against yours. Her hand moves up to caress your cheek, her thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone as she studies your face intently, her eyes flickering with a mischievous glint. "You exceeded even my wildest dreams, darlin’."
You nod your head in mock appreciation, tightening your legs around her waist. "I'm flattered. Who knew I could surpass your steamy fantasies, cowboy?" You quip back, the words rolling off your tongue playfully.
Sevika's eyes twinkle with amusement as she gazes down at you. "Oh, angel." She purrs, her voice low and husky. "You have no idea just how wild those fantasies can get."
She punctuates her words with a slow, deliberate roll of her hips, causing the toy still buried inside you to shift. You gasp, your oversensitive body trembling at the sensation as your walls flutter around her.
"Sev." You whimper in complaint. "Gimme a minute, would you?"
She chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Of course, darlin'. We've got all night, so what’s the rush? Ain’t that right, angel?"
With gentle movements, she eases out of you and you groan at the loss. She settles beside you, pulling you close against her chest. You curl into her, your fingers tracing patterns over her skin as you bask in the afterglow.
Your breathing steadies, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest accompanied by the soft whooshing sound of air passing through your nose. Your hand, heavy with sleep, searches blindly for hers.
The copper appendages curl over yours and you fall asleep, in her arms, hand in hand.
…
“What’re you lookin’ at?” Sevika questions with a smirk, drying her wet hair as stray droplets of water cascade down her neck.
A few stray drops fall between her breasts and vanish beneath the fabric of her buttoned shirt. Lifting your eyes to hers, you meet her gaze. "Your face." You reply with an innocent shrug.
She scoffs, but there's a hint of amusement in her voice as she rolls her eyes. "Sure you were, angel." She mumbles sarcastically, sitting on the edge of the bed and leans over to slip on her boots.
You follow closely behind, wrapping your arms around her waist and sliding your hands under her shirt. Your fingers trace teasing patterns over her stomach, feeling the softness of her skin and the tensing of her abdominal muscles. The trail of hair below her navel tickles your fingertips as you playfully drag your nails along its path, pressing soft kisses to her neck. She wraps her arms around yours with a shiver.
Sevika's eyes glint with unbridled desire as she turns to look at you. A slow smile spreads across her lips, revealing her sharp canines. "Careful now. Don’t start somethin’ you can’t finish, angel." She murmurs, her voice husky.
You let your fingers dance along the curves of her stomach. "Feelin’ hungry, Sev?" With a wicked smile, you rise up on your knees and lean over her shoulder, puckering your lips playfully.
A small scoff escapes her lips as she turns in your arms. “I could eat.” She stares at you in amusement and you hum, smacking your lips together in silent demand. Chuckling, she presses a rough peck to your lips.
Satisfied, you fall back to your heels and chuckle as you quickly scan her figure with a smirk. “I’m sure you could eat.” You clear your throat and cough into your shoulder, an exaggerated motion that only adds to the teasing tone of your words. “Munch.”
Amusement lights up her silver eyes as she raises a thick brow. “What was that, angel?”
“I said, ‘I’m sure you could eat’.” You shake your head, feigning confusion. “Gyah-lee, your old age finally catchin’ up to you, Sev?”
Sevika pinches your side and you laugh, wrapping your arms around her shoulders as you twist into her lap. “I can grab somethin’ to-go from the Inn or Jericho’s and bring it back.”
“I’ll go with you.” She offers, loosely resting her hands on your hips.
“You can. But I like takin’ care of you. It’s my love language. I know you wouldn’t understand, cause yours is bein’ a grabby horn-dog.” You tease, squeezing your arms around her.
Sevika scoffs, letting you slide off her lap. “Right, I’m the one who can’t keep my hands to myself.” She retorts, standing.
“Mhmm.” You hum in agreement, with a smirk. Biting your lip cheekily, you twirl around her and smack her perfectly toned ass with a wink. “C’mon. If you’re gonna join me, make haste. Mama’s hungry.”
As you smoothly glide towards the door, your fingers entwined with hers, you feel weightless.
Approaching the front desk, Felicia's face comes into view. Her deep purple brows are furrowed in worry and her lips are pressed into a thin line as she engages in conversation with the person standing before her. She looks up at you briefly, concern evident in her eyes, before turning back to attend to the patron.
The corners of your mouth drop as the patron slowly turns around, revealing herself to be Elora. Letting go of Sevika’s hand, you feel a surge of panic grip your chest as you dash towards her. Your heart pounds in your ears as you reach out to grab her arm.
"What are you doin’ here?" You demand, fear and worry evident in your voice. You frantically search for any sign of Bo, but Elora is alone. "Where's Bo? What happened?” Your words spill out in a rush, each one filled with desperate urgency.
She swallows down the tight lump that forms in her throat. Tears of guilt fill her hazel eyes and spill over onto her cheeks. "I'm so sorry." She manages to choke out between sobs. "She...she tried to ride one of the horses by herself. And she fell. She’s at the clinic. I am so-"
"Why the fuck weren't you with her?" You demand, your voice choked with tears and rage. "Y’know what? I'll deal with you later." You grit out through clenched teeth, trying to hold back your emotions as your tears fall freely down your cheeks.
Turning, you stumble into Sevika.
Sevika catches you, her strong arms steadying you. Her silver eyes flash with concern as her gaze flicks to Elora, who is still sobbing. "You okay to walk, angel?" Her voice is low and urgent.
You nod your head, unable to form words through the panic gripping your chest.
"She’ll be okay, angel." She murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist to support you.
You don’t answer as you rush out of the inn.
…
Bursting through the doors of the clinic, your body is consumed by an uncontrollable tremble of adrenaline. Sevika follows closely behind, her hand a reassuring weight on your back as you frantically approach Lest.
"Where's Bo? Is she okay?" You blurt out, your eyes scanning the empty waiting room with growing panic. The smell of antiseptic and fear lingers in the air, adding to your sense of urgency and unease. Your heart hammers in your chest, matching the pace of your quickened breaths.
“Bo’s going to be okay. She's got a few bruises and scrapes, but nothing too serious. She was lucky.” Lest's calm demeanor slightly eases the panic in your chest. You ball your hands into fists, squeezing tightly at the fabric of your clothes, trying to steady your trembling fingers.
Lest's voice is soft, laced with sympathy as her eyes cast downward. "She should be up if you're ready to see her." She says gently.
You nod, your voice cracking as you reply. "Okay. Just... gimme a second." Seeking comfort, you turn into Sevika and feel her hands rub soothing circles on your back. As you draw in Sevika's familiar scent, a sense of comfort washes over you and the trembling in your body begins to subside. Relief floods through you as Lest's words slowly sink in.
With a deep breath, you pull away from her, rubbing your hands harshly over your face to try and regain control. A forced smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you tensely ask. “I look okay? I don’t wanna scare her.”
Your forced smile falters as Sevika gently cups your face, her silver eyes filled with concern. "You look fine, angel." She murmurs softly, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. "But Bo just wants you with her. Doesn’t matter what you look like, angel."
You nod, taking a shaky breath. "You're right. Would you- I think it’d be better if you go." You whisper, leaning into her touch.
Sevika’s eyes fill with understanding and she presses a gentle kiss to your lips. "I love you, angel." She whispers, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with tender fingers. “If you need me, I’ll be close by.”
You nod in response, feeling grateful for her. “I love you. Thank you, Sev.” You say, cupping your hand over her for a brief moment before straightening up and turning to face Lest. "Okay, I'm ready."
Lest leads you down a short hallway to a small examination room. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself as you enter Bo's room. Your heart clenches at the sight of her small, bruised form in the bed. Her eyes light up when she sees you, though there's a hint of guilt in her expression.
"Mo!" She calls out, her voice relieved as she reaches out towards you.
You rush to her side, carefully gathering her into a gentle hug. "Oh, bug. I was so worried. You scared the shit out of me, kid." You murmur, pecking her forehead and pressing your nose to the crown of her head.
Bo sniffles against your shoulder. "I just wanted to show that I could ride." She grumbles.
You pull back slightly, cupping her cheek. "I know, baby." You say with a mix of concern and reprimand. "But you know better than to try ridin’ alone. You were lucky you weren't hurt worse." Your voice softens as you brush away a stray tear from her cheek. "What were you thinkin', bug?"
She pushes you away with a surprising force, causing you to jolt back in shock. Her eyes are blazing with anger and fear, her small body trembling. "You weren't there." She cries out, her voice cracking. "You’re gone every Friday, but you come back. Why didn’t you come back? Where were you? Saturday’s are our days!" She sobs, a desperation in her tone.
Your heart shatters at Bo's words, guilt and pain washing over you. You reach out to her again, but she flinches away. "I am so sorry, bug." You whisper. "I thought you understood when I told you I’d be back late."
Tears well up in your eyes as you slowly take her hand in yours and she hesitantly lets you. Gently brushing her disheveled hair back from her face, you meet Bo's gaze with a heavy heart. “I need to have a serious conversation with you, Bo.” Your lips fall into a deep frown as you try to suppress a sob that threatens to escape.
Bo's lower lip trembles as she looks at you, her anger giving way to hurt. “Am I in trouble? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you, Mo.” She rushes, her voice filled with anguish and regret. “And I won’t ride on my own again. I promise.” She warbles out, her hands clawing into your wrist as if afraid you’ll leave.
You shake your head in reassurance. “No, of course you’re not in trouble, bug.” Your voice is gentle as you continue. “I’ve been... seein’ someone. Goin’ on dates, Bo.”
Bo's emerald green eyes drop to the ground and she curls into herself, her body language suddenly guarded. Her voice comes out in a small, hesitant mumble as she asks. "Like as a couple?"
You sadly smile and wrap your arm around her. “Like as a couple.” Squeezing her hand, you pause. “Can you look at me, Bo?”
Bo hesitates for a moment before slowly lifting her gaze to meet yours. Her green eyes are filled with a mix of emotions - confusion, insecurity, and a hint of fear.
"I love you more than anything in this world, bug. Nothing and no one will ever change that." You say firmly, your voice filled with sincerity.
Bo's lower lip trembles slightly as she listens, her eyes searching your face. "But what if… what if they try to take you away? What if you don't wanna come back?" She whispers, her voice small and vulnerable.
You pull her closer, being careful of her injuries. "Oh, baby." You murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "That's not possible. Nothing will come between you and me. I love you, Bo, and I'll always come back to you, baby. And you are my first priority.”
With trembling fingers, you cup her tear-stained cheeks and gently wipe away the drops that fall from her emerald eyes. “She knows that. And if she ever tries to come between us, then she’s gone. Okay?”
She nods, flinging herself across your lap, her body wracked with sobs. “M’ sorry, Mo. I love you.”
You wrap your arms around her and gently rock her back and forth. "You have nothin’ to be sorry for, sweet girl. It’s my fault for not makin’ makin’ you feel safer, baby. More loved. That's on me, not you." Your voice quivers with emotion as you speak, struggling to keep yourself together and you rest your cheek on her head. "I love you so much, bug."
She slowly calms, her sobs turning into sniffles as she loosens her tight hold on you. She looks up at you with red, puffy eyes and rests her head on your shoulder. "You look pretty." She says softly.
A small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you run a hand through her hair. “Thank you, bug.” A fond chuckle escapes your lips as you gaze down at her with affection.
“What’s…” Bo trails off, her words barely audible as her fingers fiddle anxiously in her lap. You wait patiently for her to find the right words, studying the way her fingers twist and turn. “What’s her name?” She finally asks.
"Sevika.” You say softly.
Bo is quiet for a moment, deep in thought as she processes this new information. Her green eyes meet yours, and they are filled with a seriousness beyond her years. "Does she make you happy, Mo?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, she does." You answer honestly. "But you make me happiest, bug."
Bo's expression brightens at your answer. "Is she nice?" She asks, her eyebrows dipping in a small frown of concern.
You chuckle softly at the question. "She can be a bit rough around the edges sometimes, but yes, she's very nice. And she's strong, and brave, and protective." Your eyes soften as you think about Sevika. "I think you'd like her, bug."
Bo seems to consider this, her fingers still fidgeting. “Can I meet her?”
Bo studies Sevika intently, her green eyes scanning the tall woman from head to toe. Sevika shifts awkwardly under the child's scrutiny, clearly unsure of how to interact with the young girl.
Sevika clears her throat, her usual confidence seeming to falter under Bo's unwavering gaze. "It's nice to meet you, Bo." She says, her voice softer than usual. "I've heard a lot about you."
Bo's eyes narrow slightly, her small hand tightening its grip on yours. "Are you gonna take Mo away?" She asks, her voice filled with apprehension.
Sevika's eyes widen slightly, but she quickly composes herself. “No… And if I tried, ‘Mo’ would kick my ass.”
Bo’s chest puffs up. “I would too.” She declares with a pinched glare. You both glance at each other over Bo’s head with amusement.
“Of course.” Sevika responds in a serious tone, barely managing to suppress a small smirk.
Bo's gaze lingers on Sevika's metal arm, her eyes widening slightly. "What happened to your arm?" She asks bluntly, in the way only children can.
You tense slightly and move to interject, but Sevika merely shrugs. "I lost it in an accident." She explains simply, her tone neutral.
Bo nods, seemingly satisfied with this answer. She looks up at you, searching your face. "Is she always this awkward?" She whispers loudly out of the corner of her mouth.
Turning your head away quickly, you cough into your shoulder to hide your grin. Bending to her height, you stage a whisper staring at Sevika with humor twinkling in your eyes. “No. She’s just a little shy, bug.”
Sevika rolls her eyes with a huff, but Bo takes your statement very seriously and tries to make conversation. “Do you like to paint? I like to paint. If you don’t like to paint, then I dunno if we can get along but if Mo likes you, I guess I can try.” With a soft smile, she releases your hand and bounds towards Sevika, grabbing her hand excitedly and leading her towards the towering oak tree.
Sevika's expression shifts into one of slight panic as she glances back at you. “I don’t know. I’ve never painted before.”
Bo's features scrunch up in sympathy as she shakes her head. “Oh. That’s sad.”
You silently trail behind them with a gentle smile. Bo's hand gestures towards rocks around the base of the tree, some painted and some bare. "Pick any empty one." She urges, her eyes scanning the options before her with careful scrutiny. "But make sure it's a good one."
A smirk dances across your lips at the lost look in Sevika's cloudy eyes. You playfully nudge her arm and lean down. "Looks like you've got a tough decision ahead of you, cowboy. Just make sure you don't pick a shitty one." You tease quietly, quickly finding a rock and rolling it in your palm.
Sevika's eyes narrow at your teasing. “You tryna say I have shit taste, angel? I’d advise you to remember that I picked you, angel.” She mumbles, carefully surveying each rock.
Glancing over at Bo, you see that her eyes are trained on the pile of stones in front of her. Giving Sevika a quick peck on the lips, you smirk at her. “False, cowboy. I picked you. You just got lucky.”
With a narrowing of her piercing eyes, she smirks at you, a coy expression playing across her lips. "Damn right I did." She says with a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
Selecting a smooth, oval-shaped stone, Sevika presents it to Bo. “How’s this one?" She asks.
Bo examines the rock critically before nodding. "That's a good one." She says seriously. "Now we need to wash them." She leads the way to a nearby water pump, her small hand curling over Sevika's metal one.
You follow behind, grinning at the sight of the tall, imposing woman being led around by a bossy little girl.
Cleaning the dust from the rocks, Bo shows them to Sevika. “You wash all the dust off so the paint doesn’t get all goopy and gross.” Rushing over to the old, paint-stained blanket spread on the ground, she wipes the rocks dry.
"Now we paint!" Bo declares excitedly, thrusting a paintbrush into Sevika's hand.
Sevika looks at the paintbrush uncertainly, her brow furrowing as she glances between it and the rock in her other hand. You can't help but chuckle at her obvious discomfort.
"C'mon cowboy, it's not that hard." You tease gently, nudging her with your elbow. "Just pick a color and go for it."
Bo nods enthusiastically, already dabbing her brush into a vibrant blue. "Yeah! You can paint anythin’ you want. Like a flower, or a horse, or a big scary monster!"
Sevika's lips quirk into a small smile at Bo's enthusiasm. "A big scary monster, huh? I think I can manage that."
Bo falls silent, her brow furrowed in concentration. Her tongue poking out of her mouth as she covers her rock in colors.
"Can Sevika come over for some of our Saturdays?” She asks hesitantly, still focused on her painting. “Mo said I’m not allowed to practice ridin’ for a while, so we’ve been doin’ tons of crafts and bakin’." She says, addressing Sevika.
You pause in surprise. “That’s real kind of you, Bo.” You glance at Sevika, unsure how she'll react to the invitation. “But why don’t you ask her, bug?”
“Well, would you?” Bo’s green eyes sparkle with expectancy as she stares at Sevika.
"I’d love to." Sevika says, her voice gentle. "I appreciate you sharin'' your day with me, Bo." She adds.
You smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at the interaction between the two most important people in your life.
Bo's face lights up with a tentative smile. "Course! Can’t wait!" She says enthusiastically.
“Bite me asshole.”
As you enter the greenhouse, you adjust your hat with an amused smile. Bo stands with an annoyed glare, while Sevika kneels on the ground returning her glare with an annoyed huff. Both of them are covered in dirt, smudged on their cheeks and caked onto their hands.
Wiping her cheek and spreading the dirt on her face, Sevika glances at you. “Wanna help me out, angel?” She asks exasperatedly.
Lifting your eyes in mock consideration, you suck your teeth and shake your head sarcastically. “Nah. I think you’re on your own, cowboy.” You say crossing your arms.
Sevika rolls her shoulder in irritation and opens her mouth to retort, but Bo beats her to it. Turning to you with pleading eyes, she exclaims. “Mo! She’s a brute! Tell her she’s gotta be more gentle with the strawberries!” With a hand on her hip, Bo shakes a stern finger up at Sevika. “Those are Mo’s favorite, you can’t ruin them!“
Sevika scowls, knee-deep in soil as Bo stands over her, scolding her. Trying to hold back your laughter, you bite down hard on your lip, but it's no use. Your body shakes with mirth and you throw your head back with a loud cackle, covering your mouth.
“I’m glad to see you two bondin'.” You manage to say through bursts of laughter.
Bo and Sevika watch you calm yourself with soft smiles, their eyes filled with affection.
You clear your throat as you move between them, still grinning. "Alright." You say, amused. "Let's see what the damage is."
You kneel down beside Sevika with a groan. As you examine the strawberry plants, you can feel the heat radiating from Sevika's body, so close to yours. You resist the urge to lean into her.
"Well." You say after a moment. "They don't look too bad. You’re a good teacher, Bo.” You smile grows as her chest puffs up at your praise.
“Just needs a gentler touch, Sev." You demonstrate, gently lifting the leaves and examining a strawberry. "Hand me the shears, bug."
Bo quickly hands you the tool and Sevika watches you intently. “The trick’s not squeezin’ too hard, cowboy, or you’ll bruise ‘em.” You tease lightly. Snapping the blades around the vine, you place the berry in the basket and stand.
Dusting yourself off, you look down at the half full basket. Snatching it from the ground, you wave both of them to follow as you move towards the door. “Well come on, ya’ll need to clean up if you’re gonna help me use these. They look perfect, so we'll use ‘em to make strawberry tarts.” You say, glancing back at them.
Bo scrambles after you, her green eyes bright in excitement. “Well, we picked a whole bunch so how many are we makin’? Some for the whole town? What about everybody at the Inn? Can we? They’re my favorite anyway, so I think it’d be okay if we just make enough for us and them.” She rushes out without taking any breaths.
Chuckling, you pat her back. “Breathe Bo. There’s enough for us and everybody at the Inn.” Glancing down at the basket, you smirk at Sevika. “There may even be enough for some marmalade and strawberry croissants in the mornin’.”
Gasping with wide eyes, she starts running ahead to the house. “I call the shower first! Suck an egg, asshole!”
“Take your boots off on the porch! Don’t rush it!” You call out after her. “And wash your hair!” You add.
Pointlessly, Sevika tries to wipe the dirt from her hands on her jeans next to you. “You plannin’ on pickin’ the rest tomorrow?”
Sending her a grin, you nod emphatically. “Oh, absolutely.” Giving her an amused smile, you nudge her arm. “Is that nickname just gonna stick now?”
Sevika glances at you, frowning with a sigh. “I didn’t break it on purpose.”
“Oh! I know you didn’t, but a friendship bracelet is a friendship bracelet and you broke it, cowboy.” Chuckling loudly, you shake your head in disbelief. “You broke it fucking immediately. How the hell did you manage that? Who knew you were so fucking clumsy, Sev?”
She rolls her eyes at you, not bothering to respond.
"You're good with her." You tell her, sincerity evident in your voice. "She likes you."
Sevika raises a skeptical brow and you laugh, giving her a gentle push. “I’m serious.” You insist, your voice quiet and earnest. “If she didn’t like you, you’d know.”
A small smile of gratitude spreads across Sevika's face in response to your words. She looks relieved, her tension melting away with your reassurance.
Walking up the steps, you glance at the muddied shoes haphazardly thrown on the porch. Flashing a stern look at Sevika, you nod at her shoes while sliding off your own. “Porch.”
She scoffs and grumbles behind you, but fumbles with her boots.
Setting the basket on the kitchen counter, you grab a cloth from the cabinet and wet it under the sink. Sevika clears her throat behind you.
Squeezing out the water, you tilt your head at Sevika. “Wash your hands and I’ll help you with your face, cowboy.”
Snorting, she follows your directions. Hopping onto a bar stool, you silently wait for her to finish.
Drying her hands, she inserts herself between your legs and her palms fall onto the tops of your thighs.
You gently wipe the dirt from Sevika's face, your touch careful. You can feel the heat of her body between your legs, your breath catching in your throat as you brush a stray lock of hair from her forehead.
"There." You murmur softly, lowering the cloth and pecking her lips. "All clean."
Neither of you move.
"Angel." Sevika breathes, her voice low and husky. She leans in and your eyes flutter closed as you close the distance.
You gasp against her lips and resist the urge to pull her into you. The kiss is slow and Sevika’s hand falls to your cheek. She hums against your mouth, before parting. Pressing her forehead to yours, you both pant. “Love you, angel.”
“Love you too, cowboy.” You respond, pecking her lips again.
Hearing light footsteps race around upstairs, you press one last light peck to her lips before pushing her back and hopping down.
Swallowing, you turn to the doorway and wait for Bo to come drifting into the kitchen.
Sure enough, she almost runs into the island as she skids to a stop. “I’m ready! Let’s get started!”
Putting your hand on your hip, you lift a skeptical brow at her. “Did you wash your hair?”
Sniffing haughtily, Bo stands taller. “How dare you doubt me? I am an hon-”
“If I smell your hair, will it smell like soap?” Smirking, you grab the basket and move towards the sink.
Sighing, she glares at your back before turning. “You are a cruel, cruel person.”
You chuckle under your breath as you clean the strawberries in the sink. Flicking off the beads of water from your hands, you move to Sevika and raise a strawberry to her lips.
Her eyes darken on you and you watch her lips envelop the fruit. Flicking your tongue out to collect a drop of juice, you suck it from her lip before stepping away with an innocent look.
With a groan, Sevika shifts her gaze to the ceiling, her hands tightly clenched by her sides. "The shit-bird's right." She mutters, her voice filled with pain and frustration. "You're a cruel, cruel person."
Giggling softly, you turn back to the sink.
Humming a tune under your breath, you nudge Sevika away as she tries to wrap her arms around you. "Quit, asshat." You scold, trying to maintain your balance while fending her off. "You're gonna get me all dirty." Despite your words, a smile tugs at the corners of your mouth.
You feel Sevika's warm breath on your neck as she leans in close, her voice low and husky in your ear. "Maybe I want you dirty, angel."
"I’m sure you do, but behave yourself, cowboy." You murmur, though there's no real admonishment in your tone.
As if on cue, the sound of footsteps thundering down the stairs echoes through the house.
"Okay, I'm back!" Bo announces, bursting into the kitchen with damp hair. "And yes, I actually washed it this time." She adds, seeing your raised eyebrow.
You nod approvingly. "Good girl. Thank you, bug.”
"I'm ready now!" She says, bouncing on her toes with excitement. "Can we start?"
You chuckle, turning away from the sink to face her and glancing at Sevika. "As soon as Sevika finishes cleanin’ up, bug. Why don't you grab the flour and sugar from the pantry, for now?"
With a grumbling sigh, Bo begrudgingly shuffles towards the pantry, leaving you alone with Sevika in the kitchen, who presses a soft kiss to your lips. “I’ll be quick, angel.” She promises.
You hum, moving the bowl of strawberries onto the counter and taking a bite of one.
Slap!
You gasp in surprise, your eyes widening as you instinctively cup your ass in pain. You spin around to see Sevika's retreating figure disappear around the corner.
“You’re such an asshole!” You yell after her. The low rumble of her chuckle trails behind her.
Coming out of the pantry, Bo nods knowingly at you. “Told yah so, Mo.”
Bo clutches the bags of flour and sugar tightly to her chest as she climbs up her step stool. She gingerly slides the bags onto the counter, then snatches a handful of strawberries and quickly hops up onto the countertop. Swinging her legs back and forth, she whines through a mouthful of juice. "Can we start without her, pleease?" She pleads. “S’ not like we need her." She complains.
Rolling your eyes, you lean against the counter next to her. "First of all, you shouldn’t be on the counter. Second, don't talk with your mouth full. And third… Sevika helped pick ‘em. We’re waitin’." You say firmly.
Groaning, Bo flops onto your shoulder. "But I picked most of 'em." She pouts.
You wrap your arm around her. "I'm sure, bug, but we need to wait anyway."
Bo reluctantly nods. "Fine." She lets out a defeated sigh.
Clearing your throat to hide a laugh, you nod. "How’s school been? Sky finally get that hole covered?" You ask.
“Yes, she did.” She mumbles disappointedly before perking up.
"Everyone played tag outside today though! Even Ms. Young!” Gasping in excitement, she shakes your arm. “Tag would be more fun here. We could play on the horses!"
Pursing your lips, you narrow your eyes in disappointment. "The animals aren't toys, Bo. Do you not remember what happened the last time you fooled around on a horse when you weren’t ‘sposed to?" You scold gently while tapping Bo's nose.
She scrunches it up in response. “Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Bo huffs, crossing her arms with a guilty frown.
“Once the new batch of strawberries grows, and everyone else gets their part of the harvest first, we can make more treats for your class with whatever’s left. How’s that sound, Bo?” You offer instead.
Bo nods eagerly, her frown forgotten at the promise of treats for her class. "Can we make somethin’ else with the strawberries? Like cupcakes? Or Ice cream? Ice cream and cupcakes." She says excitedly.
You smile warmly at her enthusiasm, cleaning the island counter just as Sevika's heavy footsteps echo down the stairs. "Sure thing, bug. We'll make a whole assortment."
Sevika enters the kitchen, she silently quirks an eyebrow at Bo as she moves to stand beside you.
"Alright." You say, rub your hands together. "Let's get started on these tarts."
The three of you fall into a rhythm as you work. You guide Bo through measuring ingredients and mixing the dough, while Sevika slices the strawberries.
While Bo talks about anything that crosses her mind, you and Sevika send each other amused glances over her head.
You hand Bo and Sevika rolling pins and sprinkle flour on the counter. “Just roll the dough out till it’s about the size of the pan.”
Nodding, Bo’s green eyes fill with determination as she rolls out the dough. Sevika follows suit slowly. A breath of amusement leaves your nose and you keep a close eye on Bo as you wash the used dishes and utensils.
Smiling in satisfaction, Bo looks up at you. “All done.” She announces before turning to Sevika with a smug look. “Bet it’s better than you could ever do, asshole.”
Sevika glances at you with a sigh, arms flexing as she rolls. “You ever gonna get onto her, angel?”
Bo quickly retorts. “Where do you think I learned it from, asshole?” She sticks her tongue out at the expressionless woman.
Lifting the unevenly rolled dough into the pan and cutting the excess, you interrupt with a chuckle. “Enough, Bo. Set the timer for 10 minutes.” Doing the same with Sevika’s dough, you open the oven door and carefully place the pans on the middle oven rack.
The timer clicks as Bo turns the knob and she slams it on the counter with a groan. “10 minutes is forever.”
As Sevika raises an eyebrow and glances at you, she wipes down the counter with a clean cloth. "Looks like she got her dramatics and impatience from you too." She smirks.
You chuckle, shaking your head. "I have no idea what you're talkin’ about, cowboy." You reply, affectionately tousling Bo's hair as you walk by.
Bo playfully dodges your touch, giving you a mock scowl. "Hey! I just washed it!"
"And it looks lovely." You tease, earning an eye roll from the girl.
Sevika finishes wiping the counter and leans against the counter with a soft smile. Her silver eyes follow you as you move around the kitchen, tidying up.
"Sooo." Bo pipes up, swinging her arms as she stares up at Sevika. "When’re you movin’ in?"
You nearly drop the bowl you're holding, caught off guard by her question. Sevika straightens up, her eyes darting between you and Bo.
"Uh." You stammer, feeling heat fill your face. “W-what?”
Frowning, she crosses her arms and shakes her head at you. “Well, Ren told me that couples, like her parents, live together. So when is she movin’ in?” Twisting to glare at Sevika, she points at her. “I’m not giving up my room.”
You blink, momentarily speechless. Sevika clears her throat, clearly trying to hide her amusement.
"Bo, honey." You start, setting the bowl down and approaching her. "I’m sure Sev appreciates your concern about her livin’ situation, but I’m not sure we’re ready for that quite yet… And don't worry, no one's takin’ your room." You say, trying to keep a straight face.
Bo nods, satisfied with your answer. "That’s fine. I was here first anyway."
Sevika scoffs, shaking her head. "Well that’s not true, but I’m not gonna argue with you, kid."
Tapping her chin, her green eyes fill with some sort of realization. “Wait. But she’s here all the time anyway. What’s the difference?” She asks, confused.
With a deep sigh, you lift your eyes to the ceiling in exasperation. Wincing, you shift your gaze between green and silver. “Well-”
The timer screeches, buzzing on the counter. With a sense of relief, you stop it and release a deep breath. “Crust is done.”
Donning a pair of oven mitts, you carefully remove both pans from the oven and set them aside to cool. Turning to Bo, you tilt your head and flash her a smile. “Crust needs to cool so we’ll get started on the filling.”
Narrowing her eyes at you, Bo nods. “Ren also told me that her parents kiss in front of her…” She pauses to hyperbolically gag. “Please, don’t do that in front of me.”
You chuckle softly, shaking your head at Bo's dramatic reaction. "Don't worry, bug. We'll keep the kissin' to a minimum around you."
Bo nods in solemn approval. "Good. 'Cause that'd be gross."
Sevika clears her throat, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Noted, kid."
You catch Sevika's eye and share a small smile. "Alright, let's get started on that filling."
Guiding Bo through the rest of the recipe steps, you sneak warm glances at Sevika, who stands back and watches with keen interest.
Finally, as the tarts are finished and placed into the fridge - one adorned with a neat spiral of sliced strawberries and the other equally lovingly but recklessly arranged - Bo lets out an exhausted huff. Placing her hands on her hips she declares. "Well, I'm tired."
Shaking your head, you start putting away the rest of the ingredients. “Hey, cowboy? Mind doin’ me a favor and washin’ the rest of the dishes for me?” You ask, voice muffled from the pantry.
Collecting the dishes, Sevika responds. “Course not, angel.”
Your “thank you” is drowned out by a loud noise of disgust from Bo.
The girl disappears into the pantry with you and Sevika disregards your muffled voices as she fills the sink. She scrubs at a particularly stubborn stain, but tenses as a cloud of white explodes around her. In her hesitation, another handful of flour hits her back.
Switching off the tap, she turns. Both you and Bo stand there with innocent looks on your faces, hands hidden behind your backs.
With a raised eyebrow, Sevika silently looks between the two of you.
Frowning with amusement dancing in your eyes, you point an accusing finger at Bo, flour dusting your skin. “It was her idea.”
Bo's mouth drops open in shock and she lets out a shocked screech. “You rat!”
Laughing uncontrollably, you dart out of the kitchen. Sevika deftly grabs Bo and hoists her onto her back as she passes by, effortlessly slinging the smaller girl onto her back in one swift motion. Bo lets out a surprised squeal, her arms instinctively wrapping around Sevika's neck.
"Hey! Get back here traitor!" Bo points with laughter in her voice.
You can hear Sevika’s footsteps thundering behind you as you race through the house, your heart pounding with exhilaration. She quickly closes the distance between you with her long strides.
You glance back, your eyes widening as you see Sevika gaining on you with Bo clinging to her back. Your giggles bounce around the house as you dart around furniture, trying to evade their grasp.
"Bo! You’re the traitor! Workin’ with the enemy!" You call out between chuckles.
"Thy enemy of my enemy is... Whatever! You snitched!" She accuses as Sevika corners you.
You back up against the wall, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, laughter still bubbling up from your throat. Sevika approaches slowly, a predatory glint in her silver eyes. Bo is still perched on her back, grinning triumphantly.
"Nowhere to run now, angel." Sevika says, her voice low and playful.
"Alright! Alright!" You hold up your hands in mock surrender. "I yield!"
Sevika smirks, her silver eyes twinkling with amusement. "What do you think, Bo? Mercy?"
Bo pretends to consider it, tapping her chin thoughtfully from her perch on Sevika's back. "Hmm… I don't know. She did snitch on me."
"That I did." You agree, nodding solemnly. "And I'd do it again."
Bo gasps in mock outrage. "In that case… no mercy!"
Before you can react, Sevika lunges forward. In one smooth motion, she scoops you up, effortlessly carrying both of you and dropping you on the couch.
Your high-pitched scream echoes through the room as Sevika's hands descend upon your sides. You writhe and squirm against her, erupting into a fit of laughter. You try to break free from Sevika's grasp, but she holds tight.
Bo slides off of Sevika’s back and lands with a soft thud on the floor. Giggling, she waves Sevika away with a joyful twinkle in her emerald green eyes. “Alright, I think Mo’s had enough.”
You struggle to catch your breath as you sit up, mock glaring at Sevika. A playful smirk tugs at the corner of her mouth as she looks down at you. “I’ll remember this.” You say, chest heaving.
With a heavy thud, they both plop down on either side of you. The old, worn couch groans at Sevika’s their weight.
Bo's body molds into your side and she groans. “Mayyybe. I forgive you.” She admits begrudgingly with a deep sigh.
Bo sets her fork down with a loud clink and bounces in her seat, the wooden chair creaking under her weight.
“I’m done.” She announces eagerly, her eyes wide with excitement and anticipation.
You finish your bite and nod, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “Alright, go rinse your plate. We’ll get out dessert as soon as Sev and I are finished.”
Bo's hair bounces as she nods enthusiastically before quickly scurrying off to the kitchen.
As you and Sevika continue to eat, the soft, melodic strum of guitar strings crackle through the speakers, accompanied by the soothing voice of a singer crooning the opening lines of "I’ll Be Here In The Morning".
Sevika's chair scrapes against the worn wooden floor as she stands from her seat. She slowly walks around to your side, a soft smirk on her lips as she extends a hand towards you with an exaggerated bow. “Would you be so kind as to dance with me, angel?”
Your cheeks flush at her words and you try to hide your growing smile, setting aside your fork as you accept her offer. “I would love to dance with you, cowboy.”
With a soft yet confident tug, Sev leads you to the heart of the room where she envelops you in her arms, her metal arm encircling your body and her other hand clasping yours. You gently rest your head on her shoulder as she softly hums the words in your ear.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bo pause in the doorway, a hesitant crease forming between her brows. With a gentle hand outstretched towards her, you watch as a sweet smile spreads across her face and she skips over to join you.
Bending, you scoop the six year old up.
Bo wraps her arms around your neck, snuggling close as you hold her securely against your hip. Sevika adjusts her stance, keeping one arm around your waist while her other hand comes to rest gently on Bo's back.
The three of you sway together to the gentle melody, Bo's small form nestled between you and Sevika. You can feel the warmth of both their bodies, the steady rise and fall of their breathing in sync with the music.
Bo's eyes are heavy-lidded, her earlier excitement giving way to sleepiness as she rests her head on your shoulder. Her small fingers play idly with the collar of your shirt as she mumbles. "This is nice.”
You hum, smiling against her hair. "It is, isn't it?" You murmur back.
Sevika's eyes meet yours over Bo's head, filled with warmth and tenderness. Her metal fingers gently brush against your lower back, a silent question in the gesture.
You give her a small nod, your own eyes softening as you lean in closer, listening to her steady heartbeat. The three of you continue to sway gently, the music washing over you in soothing waves. Bo's breathing slows, her body growing heavier against yours.
Sevika's hand moves to gently stroke Bo's hair. "Looks like someone's ready for bed." She whispers, her voice low and gentle.
Bo stirs slightly in your arms. "Nuh-uh. We haven’t had dessert yet." She mumbles sleepily against your neck.
You chuckle softly. "Course, bug. How could we forget?"
Sevika reluctantly loosens her hold on you, but keeps one hand resting lightly on the small of your back as you carry Bo to the kitchen.
You settle Bo onto a stool, gently shaking her. “If you’re gonna eat, bug, you gotta show me you’re awake.”
She slowly leans back, letting go of you to rub her eyes. “M’ wake.”
Sevika huffs an amused breath and affectionately squeezes your arm as she goes to clean up your cold food.
As you move to get dessert, Bo rubs her hands over her face in an attempt to wake herself. Sevika crosses behind you, washing your plates, as you set a cake on the counter.
You carefully slice three pieces, placing them on small plates. The rich aroma of chocolate fills the air as you slide a plate in front of Bo. Her eyes light up despite her sleepiness.
"Thank you." Bo mumbles, picking up her fork.
You hand Sevika her plate with a soft smile before settling onto the stool next to Bo with your own slice. The three of you eat in comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional clink of forks against plates and Bo's contented hums.
Her feet sway underneath her stool as she gets a large bite of her dessert. “Can we dance some more?” She muffles through a mouthful of cake.
“You not tired anymore?” Sevika drones.
Bo points her fork at Sevika and narrows her green eyes. "You fed me sugar, now you have to deal with the consequences."
You chuckle at Bo, shaking your head fondly. Sevika raises an eyebrow, clearly amused.
"Alright, alright." You say, ruffling her hair. "We can dance a little more, but then it's bedtime. Deal?"
Bo grins triumphantly, shoveling another large bite of cake into her mouth.
Sevika glances at you, a mix of amusement and concern in her eyes. "You sure that's wise, angel?"
You shrug, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Like the kid said, we fed her sugar. Might as well enjoy the consequences."
“Yeah, you’ll get Mo to yourself later.” Bo taunts, shoveling the last bite of cake into her mouth.
She hops down from the stool and grabs both your and Sevika's hands, practically dragging you back to the living room.
The music has shifted to a more upbeat country tune. Bo starts bouncing and twirling immediately, her earlier sleepiness seemingly forgotten. You and Sevika share a knowing look - you both know the sugar high will be closely followed by a crash.
Grinning, you pinch Sevika’s side before darting over to Bo. Scooping her up in your arms, you toss her playfully into the air. Her laughter rings out as you catch her mid-air and spin around with her in a dizzying dance.
Bo's laughter fills the room as you spin her around, her small arms wrapped tightly around your neck. You can feel the vibration of her giggles against your chest, her joy infectious.
Sevika watches from the sidelines, adoration softening her face.
"Again!" Bo squeals as you set her down, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
You chuckle, slightly out of breath. "One more time, bug. Then it's Sevika's turn."
Bo nods eagerly, already reaching up for you. You lift her again, spinning her around as she laughs delightedly.
When you set her down again, she turns to Sevika with bright green eyes. "Your turn!"
Sevika's eyes widen slightly, a hint of panic crossing her features as the girl bounds towards her. "Come on, Vika!" Bo demands, Sevika's expression softens as Bo tugs at her hand. "Dance with me!"
Sevika hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting to you uncertainly. You give her an encouraging nod, your eyes twinkling with amusement. With a small sigh of resignation, Sevika allows Bo to pull her into the center of the room.
"Alright, kid. How do you wanna do this?" She asks, her voice gruff but gentle.
"Spin me!" She demands, holding out her arms.
Sevika glances at you again, and you nod reassuringly. "Go on, cowboy. Show us what you've got. Just don’t barf on my floors."
Bo lets out a noise of disgust. “Or me.” She adds in protest.
With a slight roll of her eyes, Sevika carefully lifts Bo, her strong arms secure around the girl's small frame. At first, her movements are stiff and awkward, but as Bo's laughter fills the air, Sevika begins to relax.
Leaning against the sturdy porch post, you cross your arms and survey the sprawling ranch.
Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierces through the air and your heart skips a beat as fear grips you. In a split second, you bolt towards the noise. You burst into the stable in panic, only to find yourself exhaling in relief.
Sevika sits on a bench with Bo beside her, intently examining something in her palm. Catching your gaze, Sevika nudges Bo and whispers something to her. Bo's face lights up with excitement as she turns to you with a wide grin.
She rushes towards you with her arms outstretched, drying tears crusting on her cheeks. Your brow furrows in concern as you shoot Sevika a questioning look.
Bo wraps her tiny arms around your waist and giggles, holding up a small tooth in her outstretched palm. "Look mama! I lost my first tooth!" Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she bounces on her toes. “I thought I was dyin', so I hid in Honey’s stable and Vika found me and she told me that it’s normal and that I get stuff if I put it under my pillow but she told me it was only money which eugh-” She groans, rolling her eyes. “Bor-ring, like why couldn’t-”
You struggle to focus on Bo's words as tears well up in your eyes. You try to hide them, but a small sob escapes your lips. Bo's head snaps up and she sees the tears, her own eyes beginning to glisten. Her lip wobbles and she speaks in a small voice. “I’m okay, I promise. I’m sorry for scarin’ you, I just-”
Falling to your knees, you wrap your arms tightly around Bo's small frame. Your fingers run through her wild brown hair as you hold her close. Your tears falling freely now as you press a kiss to the top of her head. "Oh bug, I'm not upset. I'm so happy, baby." Your voice quivers as you pull back to cup Bo's cheek in your hand.
Bo's brow furrows in confusion. "Happy? But you're crying."
You laugh softly. "Sometimes people cry when they're really happy, darlin'. And I'm so, so happy."
Bo's face lights up with understanding, and she smiles at you, displaying the gummy gap between her teeth. "Ohh! Like when you cry during the happy parts in those boring books you read!"
You chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Exactly like that."
Chewing on your lip, you smooth a hand over her hair. "You called me mama." You say softly, your eyes shining.
Bo's eyes widen in realization, and for a moment she looks unsure, scared. "Is… is that okay?" She asks hesitantly.
You nod vigorously, a watery smile spreading across your face. "It's more than okay, bug… I’m honored, Bo."
Bo's face breaks into a beaming smile, and she throws her arms around your neck, hugging you fiercely. You hold her close, savoring the moment, feeling as though your heart might burst with happiness.
Bo pulls back slightly, her green eyes sparkling with excitement. "So… does this mean I can call you mama all the time now?" She asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice.
You cup her face gently in your hands. "Of course you can, bug. I'd love nothin’ more."
Bo's face lights up with joy, and she falls into your arms. "I love you, mama." She whispers against your neck.
"I love you too, baby girl. So, so much." You murmur back, pressing a kiss to her hair.
As you hold Bo close, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you see Sevika standing beside you, her silver eyes soft with affection.
With a firm grasp on her hand, you gently guide her down to join you on the ground. As she settles onto her knees, you and Bo encircle her with your arms.
Sevika stiffens slightly at the unexpected embrace, but quickly relaxes into it. Her metal arm wraps around your waist while her other hand rests gently on Bo's back.
As you hold each other close, a warm sense of contentment washes over you. The three of you stay like that, basking in the comfort and love of your little family.
Sneak Peak/ Teaser:
The cable car hums and vibrates beneath your feet, the rhythmic clanking echoing through the metal box. Frigid air whips through the thin windows, and the skin of your bare arms prickles with goosebumps.
The sharp edges of your restraints bite into your skin of your wrists with every sway of the car. Shifting, you roll your shoulders, trying to rid yourself of the soreness in your muscles. You grimace and clench your numb hands behind your back, the heavy chains rattling against each other.
Sighing loudly, you shake your restrained arms awkwardly and complain. “Can you, maybe, take these things off? A girl can only entertain the handcuff thing for so long. Said my safe word a long time ago. I mean-”
A guard grabs your arm and pulls you toward them, their words a hiss. “Shut up. You’re not in the position to be asking for any accommodations."
Groaning, you wince as your elbow bends uncomfortably under their grip. The pulsing in your arms and wrists worsens as your arms are pushed tighter against your back. “Okay. First of all, oww. Second of all, you could’ve just said no.”
You can feel the heat of the enforcer’s glare on the back of your neck but you sigh, ignoring it. Bending your neck, you squint as you observe the approaching island through the rectangular window. With a snort of amusement, you straighten.
Stillwater. Dark. Ominous. And consumed by spooky fog… Wonderful.
Her crimson cloak billows and dances in the gentle breeze as she trots through the streets, her horse's hooves make a satisfying rhythm on the cobblestones. The town has grown and changed since she last passed through its streets.
Buildings have been built, roads widened, and new faces have appeared. She catches glimpses of familiar faces among the crowd, their features weathered with age but still holding traces of recognition as they watch her pass by. But there are also new faces, youthful and eager, their bright eyes following her broad form sitting tall on her horse. Some whisper to each other with curiosity and admiration, while others stare with a frown.
Feeling apprehensive, she adjusts her hat and follows the familiar path.
content: Sevika x fem reader, errors/mistakes, wild west au, outlaw/cowboy sevika, maybe slight ooc Sevika, gun, past relationship, flashbacks, name calling/nicknames, panic attack, angst, descriptions of decay and rot, lots of crying, r! forgives pretty fast (srry), lots of playful banter
wc: ~12.3k
a/n: Sorry for not posting sooner. I've been sick and migraines are a fucking bitch. Anyway, hope y'all like and thanks for reading! Taglist open for arcane fics!!
MINORS DNI NSFW 18+
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The butt of the gun digs into the meat of your shoulder as you cock it loudly, holding it steadily in your hands.
You watch her freeze, her breath stopping short in her chest as her fist hovers over the wooden door. Tilting your chin, you narrow your eyes at her back. “You lost?”
Slowly turning to face you, she raises her hands by her sides in a placating manner.
You purse your lips as she silently observes you, taking you in. The baby fat that used to fill out your cheeks is gone, leaving behind sharp angles. There is a glimmer of shock and hurt in your eyes, but you hide it well behind a smoldering fire of rage.
Your lips pull into an angry frown as you glare at her, quirking a brow at her silence. Her mouth parts as her face twists, regret and guilt flashing in her eyes. “Hey, angel.” She finally speaks softly.
Your throat constricts at the sound of her voice, the familiar husk sends unwelcome shivers down your spine.
You can feel the weight of the gun in your hand, its cold metal pressing into your palms as you stand frozen, unsure of what to do next. Your forefinger absentmindedly taps against the trigger guard in contemplation.
Her eyes flicker to your fidgeting finger and she slowly lowers her hands, her voice a mixture of warmth and concern. “You look good, angel.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes and dropping your arms, swinging the muzzle down toward the floor.
The corners of her mouth twitch up into a smirk as she speaks, her words dripping with a hint of playfulness. “M’ surprised your eyes haven’t rolled to the back of your head yet, sweetheart.”
You shake your head in irritation. “I could’ve shot you.”
She nonchalantly shrugs, glancing at the gun dangling loosely in your hand. “The safety’s on.” With a smug tilt of her chin, she gestures towards the gun in challenge. “I’m callin’ your bluff. I bet it’s not even loaded, angel.”
Raising an unimpressed eyebrow, you observe her calmly as you lift the gun back into your hands, cocking it. A bright red shell clatters to the floor, catching the light and spinning in a small circle. Her silver eyes follow its movement, a hint of surprise flickering across her features.
"This isn't one of your poker games." You declare coolly, meeting her gaze again. “There’s no bluff to call.”
Releasing a dry, awkward cough, she adjusts her stance and her feet shift uncomfortably. The moonlight casts shadows across her face, emphasizing the deep creases of worry etched into her features. “You were gonna shoot me?” She asks, thick brows lifting in shock.
The wooden rocking chair creaks beneath your weight as you sit down, nonchalantly rocking back and forth.
Shrugging, you rest the shotgun on your lap. “There’s more in the chamber. It’s still a possibility.” You state matter-of-factly, fingers idly tracing the barrel, your gaze fixed on her.
Wincing in discomfort, she hesitantly sits on the edge of the old wicker chair across from you as she removes her hat. “You’re still angry.” She says definitively, leaning onto her knees.
You scoff out a humorless laugh. Shaking your head slowly, you turn to look at the vast expanse of the ranch under the pale glow of the moon. “Why are you here?” You ask tiredly, turning back to her.
Her hands fidget restlessly in her lap as she speaks, her voice wavering with a hint of insecurity. Her eyes avoid yours as she confesses. “I missed you. I wanted to see you.” She swallows nervously, feeling the weight of your unwavering eyes scrutinizing her. “Wanted to see if you were happy.”
Your feet still as you sink back into the chair with a heavy sigh. “Sevika, when you left… things changed. I’ve changed. It’s been a long time… Did you think that you could come back and I’d fall back into your arms?”
She tilts her head to meet your eyes, shaking her head emphatically. “No. I-”
But you cut her off, your tone firm. “I’m happy here. I’ve got a community now. One that looks to me, respects me. And I’ve got the ranch… Got all I’d wanted.”
Rolling your neck, you continue. “You could have come back a year ago, or the year before that, or any of the years before that.” Covering your mouth to disguise a yawn, you speak monotonously . "I’m too old to be playin’ games anymore Sevika. Get to the point… Why are you here? Why now?"
Sevika's eyes dart away, a flash of guilt crossing her face. She lets out a long exhale before meeting your gaze again. "I… I got hurt.” She pulls the cloak from her shoulders, stretching out her left hand.
The prosthetic arm glints in the light, its surface a shining copper color with intricate detailing etched into the metal. You can see the joints moving as she flexes her arm, a faint whirr sounds as she bends her elbow. Clenching her fist, her fingers click together.
Your grip on the shotgun tightens involuntarily and you bite back a gasp, fighting to keep your expression neutral.
"There was… an explosion. And I took the brunt of it." She rolls her shoulder, wincing at the memory. She pauses, looking at you with tears shimmering in her expressive silver eyes. “When I was layin’ there, all I saw was you. All I could think about was you. I'm sorry, angel. So sorry for hurtin' you, darlin'."
You feel a twinge in your chest but you push it aside, pursing your lips.
Squinting in deep thought, you furrow your brow and tap your fingers. “Give me some time to think about it.” You let out a sigh through your nose, grunting as you rise from your seat. “It's late. You need to leave.” Your voice carries a tone of finality as the gun hangs hanging limply in your grasp.
Her mouth parts in surprise at your blunt dismissal. "O-okay." She stumbles over her words, clearly taken aback. "I'm stayin' at the Inn, so I'll be around town.” She gives you an uncertain look.
Silently, you watch as she places her hat on her head and slowly descends the stairs. Letting out a puff of air, you speak stonily. “Before I even think about entertainin’ this, be honest with me… Is there anythin’ you’re runnin’ from this time?”
Her broad shoulders rise and fall as she takes a deep breath, turning back to face you. Her eyes search yours before she shakes her head. “No.”
Sevika lingers for a moment, as if wanting to say more, but then simply tips her hat and turns away. You watch her retreating form disappear into the darkness, the sound of her boots crunching on gravel fading into the night.
CRUNCH. Crunch. Crunch.
The metallic clang of the gun echoes through the quiet night as it slips from your trembling fingers, thudding against the wooden planks. Your hand instinctively flies to your chest, clutching at the fabric of your shirt as a sharp pain shoots through your body.
Why? Why did she come back?
The questions swirl in your mind, each one a dagger twisting in your heart. Black dots line your vision, fear gripping your chest like a vice as you imagine the worst.
What if she died? What if she never came back?
Your knees wobble as the ground grows unsteady beneath your feet. Gasping for air, you collapse to your knees, the unforgiving wood bruising your knees. The sharp air pierces your lungs, as your body shakes with sobs.
With trembling hands, you grasp onto the porch railing, using it to pull yourself up. Your legs feel weak and unsteady as you stumble, picking up the gun and quietly shutting the door behind you.
The cold still lingers despite the warmth of the house, and you shiver uncontrollably. A sickening sensation churns in your stomach and your head pounds relentlessly.
What do you want?
The cool soil slips through the spaces between your fingers, leaving behind a gritty residue on your skin. The earthy scent fills your nose, mixed with a sharp tang of rusted iron and rot.
Sharp twigs and branches poke through your pants and prick your skin. The ground in front of you is barren, with no signs of life save for a few scattered leaves and twigs. The earth looks as if it's been long abandoned, with patches of bare soil and decaying debris. Even the grass seems to shy away from this desolate patch, vibrant green blades curling in the opposite direction.
A sense of eerie stillness hangs heavy in the air, as if the very heart of the forest has stopped beating. You can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you take in this scene before you.
Your mind conjures images of the different creatures that fed on his body. The flood of insects that laid their homes, their children, in his vacant corpse. The tiny teeth of hungry rodents gnawing on bone. The sharp beaks of scavenging birds pecking at sinews and tendons. Clawed feet tearing at his decayed flesh.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
You don't turn your head at the noise.
“Was wonderin’ where you’d gone to.” Vander’s voice carries softly in the breeze.
You don't respond, continuing to let the soil sift through your fingers. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the rustling of leaves and distant bird calls.
Finally, you speak, your voice low and hollow. “Part of me still wonders what things could’ve been like… If he’d died a helluva lot sooner and she’d stayed.”
There's a pause before Vander answers, his tone careful. “There's no use in wonderin' about what could've been." His boots crunch on the grass as he moves closer. "What matters is what is." He says gently.
You nod silently, still fixated on the barren patch of earth. "She's back." You murmur, almost to yourself.
Vander inhales sharply. "I know."
You nod again, finally turning to look at him. His weathered face is creased with concern, his grey-blue eyes searching yours.
Chuckling, you lift a brow. “So, this is a wellness check then?”
He sends you a slightly scolding look. “I’m just a concerned friend lendin’ an ear and some company... If you need it.”
Chewing your lip, you nod.
"What’re you thinking?" He asks carefully.
You shrug, returning your gaze to the ground. "Don't know yet… Part of me wants to hear her out. Another part knows that we’re not young anymore. Things are different. I’ve got more to lose. And I…" You trail off, still focused on the dirt slipping through your fingers.
Vander settles down beside you with a groan, his joints creaking. "It’s okay to be scared. To want to protect yourself from someone who hurt you."
Your jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "She left once. What's to stop her from leavin' again?"
"Nothing." Vander muses. "She can leave anytime she wants."
You scoff lightly, tossing the dirt from your hands and dusting them off. "Is this ‘sposed to be comforting?" You ask as you face him.
"What I mean is…” Vander sighs, scratching at his salt and pepper scruff. “You can't control her actions. You can only control your own."
He looks at you thoughtfully. "Are you willin' to take that risk again? To open yourself up, let her in, knowin' she might leave?"
You're quiet for a long moment, mulling over his words. The breeze rustles through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and sap.
You let out a long, shuddering breath, your shoulders slumping in defeat. Your throat tightens as you continue, your words heavy with emotion. “If she- if somethin’ happened to her, I don’t know what I’d have done…” You admit in a hushed tone.
Wiping a shaky hand over your face, you take a deep breath and try to steady yourself. A single tear escapes from the corner of your eye and trickles down your cheek. "But it’s not just me this time…" You say, your voice wavering. “If I can’t pick up the pieces, it's not just me who gets hurt."
Vander nods understandingly. "You don't have to decide anything right now. Take your time. Figure out what you truly want. She’ll wait."
As your fingers search through the depths of your pocket, you feel the familiar texture of worn and creased leather.
“When she ran, all she left was this useless strip of leather I complimented once.” You say absentmindedly, staring at the strip of leather that weighs into your palm.
You hold it up to the light, examining every crease and mark. A reminder of what once was. "Put it in a box and tried to ignore it. To move on, but we both know how that turned out." You let out a self-deprecating laugh as you run your fingers over the familiar grooves. "Every time I tried to throw it away, I ended up just starin’ at it."
It brings a flood of memories - both sweet and bitter. The laughter, the stolen kisses, the whispered promises. And then the silence, the hurt, the hollow ache of anger.
Vander watches you quietly. "Sometimes the things we can't let go of, are what holds us back." He says softly.
You nod, still staring at the strip in your hand. "I know." You whisper. "But knowin’ and doin’ are two different things, Van."
You clench your fist around the leather, feeling it dig into your palm. "I don't know what to do. But I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye." Your voice cracks slightly on the last word.
"She showed up out of nowhere yesterday. Cut yourself some slack." Vander says gently. "Give yourself time to process."
Your lips tremble as tears stream down your cheeks. “Can you hold me?” You ask in a small voice and he quickly pulls you into his side.
Vander's strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close against his sturdy frame. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his warm, comforting scent as your shoulders shake with silent sobs. The leather strip is still clutched tightly in your hand, pressed between your palm and Vander's shirt.
His hand rubs soothing circles on your back as he holds you. "Let it out, kid." He murmurs. "You've been holding everythin’ in for too long."
Emotions that you've pushed down and ignored for years come crashing to the surface. Pent-up grief, bitterness, hurt, longing, exhaustion – all blend together into an overwhelming storm. You cry for the young person you were. For the naive dreams that were shattered. For the love that was lost.
Eventually, your sobs subside into quiet sniffles. "You don't have to be strong all the time. It's okay to let it out, to rely on someone else for once." He reassures.
You nod against his chest, taking a deep, shuddering breath as you pull back and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. "That’s not exactly somethin’ I’d had the privilege of." You whisper hoarsely.
Vander's eyes soften with understanding. He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Well, you do now. You've got me, and everyone in town behind you."
You nod, managing a weak smile. "Thank you." You murmur.
You sit in silence for a while, your breathing slowly evening out as Vander keeps a comforting arm around your shoulders. The leather strip dangles loosely from your fingers now, swaying gently in the breeze.
"It's okay to still care about her. To love her, even." He pauses, choosing his next words carefully. "But that doesn't mean you have to let her back in if you're not ready. Or ever, if that's what you decide."
You nod slowly, mulling over his words. "I know." You whisper. "I’d be lyin’ if I said that I didn’t miss her. That I didn't still care. ”
You let out a long, shaky breath. "If I tell her to leave, I know she will. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that." You admit, your fingers tightening around the worn leather strip.
Vander rubs his scruff thoughtfully. "No matter what you decide." He says in a low, steady voice. "You need to trust yourself. You're strong, stronger than you give yourself credit for."
He pauses, letting out a soft grunt before continuing. "Sure she means a lot to you, but you’re stronger than anything she can do." His words offer a glimmer of hope and reassurance amidst the turmoil in your mind.
Your eyes grow distant as you stare at the sky above. The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. You take a deep breath, the cool evening air filling your lungs.
You hum, a soft, almost involuntary sound as you nudge Vander's arm. “Thank you, Van.”
“Course, kid.” Vander’s blue-grey eyes are downturned in sympathy as he gives you a sympathetic glance. “I’m sorry she’s not here to do this. She was much better at this than I am.”
You scoff and shake your head. “She was abso-fucking-lutely not.” Sending him an amused, but appreciative look, you nudge him again. “My mama was a lotta things, but a pep-talker wasn’t one of ‘em.”
Vander chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "Fair enough. But she would've known what to say, even if it wasn't pretty." Vander's arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close. "You’ll be just fine, kid. I know you will."
You lean into him, drawing strength from his solid presence. The scent of tobacco and sandalwood clings to his clothes – familiar, comforting.
A jet-black horse leisurely grazes on the lush grass below. His thick, wavy mane sways as he lifts his head towards you.
With a sigh, you dismount and slowly move past the horse, making your way towards the familiar willow archway. The sunlight filters through the delicate branches, casting elongated shadows on the ground.
Tapping your fingers on your thigh, you pause beneath the archway. Sevika’s eyes dance around the garden and you silently brace yourself.
"Mind if I join you?" You ask softly.
Sevika's silver eyes snap up in surprise as she straightens on the wooden bench. She clears her throat. "No." She says, shaking her head. She scoots over, motioning for you to take a seat beside her.
Sparrows flit about in a nearby birdbath, their cheerful chirping adding to the sound of whispering trees.
"This place has changed." She says, taking in the garden.
You nod, your gaze trailing over the stone steps that lead to a stone fountain. A wooden swing hangs from a thick tree branch, swaying gently in the breeze.
"After you left, I couldn't come back here for a while." You admit, your voice tinged with sadness. "It didn't feel like mine anymore. And I didn't want this place to go to waste… Felt selfish to keep it to myself."
Her expression softens even more as she responds. "It's beautiful."
You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. "The kids come here sometimes. To play, or have picnics." Your eyes drift to the colorful painted rocks placed at the base of a towering oak tree. "They add their own touches too."
Sevika follows your gaze, taking in the vibrant stones. Her metal hand flexes unconsciously. "It's nice." She pauses, her voice growing quieter. “That you’ve shared this place."
You sigh, your interlocked fingers fidgeting in your lap. "I come here to think sometimes." You murmur, almost to yourself. "To remember."
Sevika shifts beside you, her voice gentle. "What do you remember?"
You close your eyes, inhaling deeply. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves above, carrying with it the sweet scent of daffodils and grass. "Everything." You whisper. "The good. And the bad."
Opening your eyes, you turn to face her. "I've been doin’ a lot of thinkin'..." You start, your voice low and measured. "About what you said.”
You pause before continuing. “I… There’s so much here that I need to protect. People that rely on me being strong.”
“If you tell me to go, I’ll go.” She says without hesitation and the raw sincerity in her eyes jars you. “No fighting, no questions. I’ll leave and you’ll never have to see me again.” The resoluteness in her voice is tinged with a hint of sadness and resignation, as if she’s already accepted a rejection.
You suck your bottom lip into your mouth and bite down, feeling the sharp sting of pain. Your eyes gaze out into the distance, unseeing, lost in thought. You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky breath that burns your throat. Desperately, you lift a hand to your lips and bury your face into your shoulder, hoping to hide the tears streaming down your cheeks.
But your cries flow freely, slipping through the cracks of your fingers. Your shoulders shake and jolt with the sobs that wrack through your body.
Sevika shifts closer, but you raise a quivering hand towards her. “Don’t. Please.” You whisper in a desperate rasp.
With hesitant movements, she slowly lowers her hand, her eyes watching you tensely as you struggle to calm yourself.
A heavy silence falls between you, broken only by the gentle creaking of the swing and the distant croaking of frogs. The cool air caresses your tear-stained cheeks, and you take a deep, shuddering breath.
"I was so angry in the beginning." You whisper, your voice thick. "I hated you for leaving the way you did."
Her jaw clenches, a flicker of pain crossing her face before she schools her expression. "I understand, I-”
“I’m not finished.” You cut her off sharply.
You look at her then, really look at her. The years have left their mark - deeper lines around her eyes, a jagged blue scar that branches over her cheek and down her neck, lean muscles now transformed into something more bulky. Yet despite all these changes, you can still see glimpses of the woman you’d once fallen in love with.
"I can't make any promises." You finally say, tears crusting on your cheeks. “I’m not angry, but every time I look at you, I switch between feeling nothing and everything.”
Sevika's gaze softens with understanding as she nods slowly. "I don't expect anything from you, angel." She says quietly. Sevika’s face scrunches at the hollowness in your voice. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."
You glance between her eyes, taking in the soft, silver color. The gentle slope of her brows, the slight furrow in her forehead, and the genuine concern in her eyes. “I know…” You raise a trembling shoulder with a watery smile. “If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have considered any of this.”
You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs. "I can't promise you anything." You repeat softly. "But… I'm willing to try."
Sevika's eyes turn down to her lap and she releases a throaty cough, attempting to hide the cracks in her voice. "Thank you." She rasps, her voice barely above a whisper.
You study her face, taking in every detail as you contemplate your next words. Her sincerity is evident in her tear-filled eyes. You can see the weight of regret and longing in every line on her face.
"I forgive you." You realize, voice filled with a soft acceptance.
Forcing down the emotion clogging her throat, she speaks hoarsely. “M’ not good at this. Could hurt you again.”
You smile genuinely at her for the first time. “I’m sure you will, cowboy. But all I’m askin’ is that you stay to pick up the pieces. Promise me you’ll stay and I’ll give this a chance, Sevika.”
Sevika feels hope spark in her chest, a feeling that had been so foreign since she’d left you. She swallows, her voice brimming with guilt. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, angel.” She shakes her head emphatically.
“Whether you deserve it or not, I forgive you.” You reply firmly.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever deserve it. I’ve done a lot of bad, angel.” She says gruffly.
You stand, waving your hands in frustration. “God dammit Sevika. Are you trying to convince me to give you a chance or stay away?” Wetting your lips, you pause. “I don’t trust you. I can’t. Not yet… but I’m willing to give you the chance to earn it back.”
After a moment of hesitation, you reach out and gently wipe away the tears trailing down her cheeks. The touch of your hand seems to calm her as she leans into it, finding solace and comfort in your forgiveness as she closes her eyes.
~
“Hey, cowboy, where’d you go?”
The soft, sweet scent of lilacs fills her senses, a delicate and enchanting aroma that envelops her. The vibrant hues of white and purple blossoms entwine within the strands of your hair, sunbeams creating a radiant halo around you.
Her lips form words that she can’t make out, her voice a muffled hum in her ears. She leans in to press a tender kiss to your fingertips before whispering something into your palm.
A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth as you nod arrogantly. “Ah, I see.” You reply with a click of your tongue. “You got lost in my angelic and perfect beauty.” You feign realization with mocking sarcasm.
Leaning in, you press a light kiss to her lips. “Don’t blame yah, cowboy, I’m the closest you’ll ever get to heaven.” You tease.
She shakes her head as her chest vibrates with her voice.
Rolling onto your back, you cackle and your bright smile sends a wave of love and adoration through her chest.
~
A bittersweetness spreads through Sevika at the memory, the ghost of your taste lingering on her lips. She opens her eyes slowly, blinking away the remnants of the past.
The present comes back into focus - your hands still resting gently on her cheeks, as your eyes search hers with a mix of caution and hope.
“I decide whether or not you deserve my forgiveness. Alright, cowboy?” You firmly whisper. Your thumbs brushing away the last of her tears as you wait for her nod before you continue. “I’m still hurting, but… I don’t hate you. I’m not sure that I ever truly could…”
Sevika nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. She reaches up, hesitating for a moment before resting her hands over yours. The warmth of her touch seeps through your palms, familiar and comforting despite the years apart. The metal of her other hand is an entirely new feeling, hard and cold.
"I’m so sorry, angel." She says, her voice rough with emotion. "Never stopped thinkin’ of you. When I was gone, you were always there. With me."
You lean your forehead against hers, closing your eyes as you breathe her in. She smells the same - leather and tobacco and something uniquely Sevika. It brings back a flood of memories, both sweet and painful.
"I want to try again." You whisper. "But we can't just pick up where we left off. Too much has time has passed."
Sevika nods, her thumbs tracing soothing circles over your hands. "I understand. We'll take it slow. At your pace, angel.”
Pressing a long kiss to her forehead, you allow yourself to fully give in to her touch. Wrapping your arms around her, she quickly does the same. She holds you close as she buries her face in your neck. You can feel her tears dampening your skin as she trembles against you. Her voice is muffled and thick with emotion as she speaks. "I love you so much, angel."
You don't answer, running your fingers through her hair soothingly as your own tears falling freely now. The pain and longing of the past years mixes with a cautious hope for the future.
"Thank you." Sevika whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again."
You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I believe you." You say softly. "I just need you to show me."
Sevika nods earnestly, her silver eyes shining with promise. “I will. I want to.”
After a few moments, Sevika pulls back slightly to meet your eyes. Her silver gaze is intense, filled with determination and promise. "I swear to you, I ain't leavin' again. Not unless you tell me to go."
Gently caressing her cheek with your thumb, you slowly lower your hands and return to your seat with a small nod.
Vibrant yellow daffodils wave in the gentle breeze, their delicate petals reflecting the warm sunlight. The rope swing sways back and forth, accompanied by the rustle of leaves in the trees above.
Your throat feels dry as you clear it and shift awkwardly on the wooden bench. You take a deep breath before speaking. “Do you- do you want a tour sometime this week? I could show you what’s changed since you’d left.”
A small smile tugs at the corners of Sevika's lips. "I'd like that." She says softly, her silver eyes shining with warmth.
You nod, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation flutter in your chest. "Alright then. You remember where the ranch is?" Shaking your head, you wince. “Don’t answer that. Meet me at the stables.”
"I’ll see you then." Sevika says. She hesitates for a moment before adding. "Thank you for giving me this chance. I know it can't be easy."
You take a deep breath, your gaze drifting to the swaying daffodils. "It's not." You admit quietly. "But I think… I hope it’s worth it."
Stand up slowly, you brush off your pants. "I need to go.” Glancing at your feet, you send her a stiff smile.
“I’ll see you soon, angel.”
“See you soon.” You give her a tense nod and awkwardly leave.
The cool breeze brushes through the strands of your hair, sending them dancing in the wind as you pull your jacket tighter around you. A small shiver runs down your spine, but it's quickly replaced with a sense of comfort as you make your way to the stables.
The familiar sound of a loud neigh greets you, and a warm smile spreads across your lips. As you enter the stall, you run a hand through your horse's pale blonde mane and press your forehead to hers in greeting. “Hey sweet girl, how’re you doin’?” You whisper softly into her ear.
She responds by nuzzling her nose against your neck affectionately.
You nod, letting out a breathy chuckle. “How d’you feel about a ride?” As if answering, she lets out a contented snort and your smile grows.
With a soft hum, you lean in and press a tender kiss to her soft nose. The warmth of her breath tickles your skin as she huffs.
A soft, almost hesitant knock on the stall door interrupts your thoughts. You turn to see Sevika, her boots shuffling quietly against the stable floor as she enters.
“Hey, angel. Hope I’m not late.”
You shake your head, turning slightly to face her. “You’re early. Awful eager, aren’t you?” You mumble with a raised brow, grabbing Honey’s saddle pad from the nearby hook. The chestnut mare shifts under your touch, her silky coat rippling as you gently drape the thick pad over her back.
Sevika fidgets nervously, her eyes downcast as she clears her throat. “I’m sorry. I could-”
“No. I- I was teasin’.” You wince as you interrupt her, feeling a twinge of guilt for your jab. “I’ve never really been in this situation before, so…” You trail off sarcastically, lifting your leather saddle onto Honey’s back.
Your fingers brush over the delicate carvings of vines that adorn its surface before you rub your tired eyes and look at Sevika again. “I forgive you and I mean that but this all feels so weird and awkward. It's never felt like this before."
Sevika nods in agreement. “I know what you mean. It’s alright, angel.” She reassures.
Tilting her head, she moves closer. Her steps are slow and purposeful as she admires the bouquet of scraggly yellow flowers painted on the fender of your saddle. "The kids get to this too?" She asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.
A warm feeling spreads through you at sight of the messy blotches and you nod with an affectionate smile. “Yeah.” You confirm with pride. "Kid’s not as skilled as the carver who did the vines, but I like these better." You say softly, your fingers delicately tracing the crude petals.
Sevika's eyes soften as she looks at the artwork. "It's charmin’. Sweet." She murmurs, looking down at you.
An awkward cough escapes your lips as you turn to secure the buckles of the saddle. “Have you done much explorin’ since you’ve come here?”
She shakes her head as she steps back from you. "Not yet. I’ve been waitin’ for you.” She confesses, removing her hat and running her fingers through her hair with a weary smile.
"Anywhere you wanna head to first?" You ask, glancing over your shoulder at her.
She lets out a soft chuckle. "Dealer’s choice. I’ll go wherever you take me, angel." She responds before mounting her own horse, adjusting her hat back on her head.
Taking a deep breath, you swing your leg over Honey’s back, feeling a slight twinge in your aging joints. “Alright then." You chew on your lip as you settle into the saddle. “Let me show you round the town square. Hope you don’t mind none of the starin’.”
The expression she sends your way is deadpan. “Believe it or not, I’m used to it.”
As you guide your horses out of the stable and into the warm sunlight, you feel a mix of trepidation and excitement. The familiar weight of Honey beneath you is comforting, but Sevika's presence beside you adds a layer of tension and uncomfortableness you can't quite shake.
"The town's changed quite a bit." You say, breaking the silence as you ride side by side down the cobblestone path. "You’ve seen the Inn, obviously, but we’ve even got a proper little schoolhouse.”
Sevika nods, her eyes taking in the sights and sounds around her. "It's grown...a lot." She observes. "Looks more… settled."
You hum in agreement, relaxing just slightly as a sense of pride swells within you. "It has. Took a lot of work, but everybody’s worked hard to build somethin’ good here."
As you continue down the path, you send her a knowing look. “Some of the more untoward places are on the other side of town. One of the newer buildin’s is a boxin’ gym with a fightin' pit."
Sevika hums absentmindedly in response.
Coming closer to the square, you can feel nosy eyes turning towards you both. But you pay them no mind as you lead Sevika into the livery stable and dismount from your horses.
Huck quickly stumbles over to greet you, grasping at the reins tightly as you pass them to him. “Hey Huck, I’ve got two for you.”
“Got it.” He responds with a nod, his glasses bouncing on his nose with each movement. “Always nice to see you.” He adds with a friendly smile, sending Sevika a curious glance.
With a gentle clink, you place some coins into Huck's weathered palm. “As it is you, Huck.” Turning to leave, you wave your goodbye. “See you soon.”
Sevika falls into step beside you, her footsteps light and measured as she follows your lead.
You point out the various changes and additions to the town. The new blacksmith's shop, the expanded general store, and the small library that doubles as a community center.
"And over there." You gesture to a modestly sized building with vibrant splashes of color painted on the side. “That’s the schoolhouse. The mural on the side changes every so often. All the artists in town get together to work on it and it’s a whole thing.”
Her gaze lingers on the school before she follows, giving you a curious glance. “A whole thing?“
You nod, a smile spreading across your face. “Yeah, everyone in town comes to the square to watch and mingle. There’s food. Games. The whole works.”
The two of you stroll towards the heart of the bustling square, drawn by the bubbling melody of a tall and proud fountain. You both take a seat on the cool stone edge, feeling the mist from the water dance across your skin.
"Some of the younger kids come here and toss in their coins for wishes." You explain, gesturing towards the pool below. "It's just somethin’ they like to do for fun."
Water cascades down each tier of the fountain in a gentle rhythm, spilling into the pool below. Sunlight catches on the surface of the water, scattered coins glinting and sparkling. Sevika peers into the water. “Looks like an awful lotta wishes.”
You follow her gaze and nod with a wry smile. "The older kids made a game out of it.” You say, pointing to the top tier of the fountain with a finger. “Challenged each other to see who could toss coins to the top tier. Became quite the competition for a while."
Sevika chuckles softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You ever take part?"
Your own lips quirk up in a slight grin. "Maybe once or twice." You admit with a shrug. "For demonstration purposes only, of course."
Clearing your throat, you smooth your hand over your lap and glance at your feet. The cool stone beneath you provides little comfort, your heart racing as you gather the courage to ask the question that has been weighing on you. ”Does it… hurt? Your arm, I mean."
Sevika shakes her head, her expression calm but a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes. "Not anymore. Took some gettin’ used to, but now it's just a part of me."
You swallow past the lump in your throat before asking apprehensively. “I- You said there was an explosion?”
A shadow passes over Sevika's face, casting a dark cloud over her features. She nods slowly, her metal hand clenching and unclenching in her lap. “Yeah. They had to amputate it. The burns were bad and I’d lost all feelin’.”
You lick your dry lips and rub your fingertips together as your leg bounces anxiously. “I- I’m glad you’re not dead.”
Your gaze darts towards her at the sound of her chuckle, the corners of her mouth turning up in a wry smile. “Yeah. Me too, angel.”
“When you told me about your accident…” You trail off, glancing at her arm. Rubbing your nose, you swallow a harsh breath and your words fall out of your mouth in a rushed jumble. “I- Maybe part of the reason I forgave you so quick was cause you almost died. And I- As much as I wanna stay mad, I can’t. If you died, I-” Your voice breaks as you choke on your words.
Muffling your sobs, you reach out towards her, needing to feel her. She responds without hesitation, pulling you into her chest.
~
“M’sorry.” You sniffle into her chest, and she can feel the warmth of your breath on her collarbone.
An amused fondness fills her chest as she looks down at you, mumbling something into the crown of your hair. It must’ve been something you didn’t like because you draw back from her with a huff and a pout on your pretty face.
“I am not. You’re soft.” You protest, poking a finger into her stomach as you wipe the tears from your eyes. “What the hell do you want from me? I- You make me really happy and I- l care about you so much and I dunno what I’d do if somethin’ happened to you, I just-”
A small smile tugs at her lips as she watches you, feeling grateful for you. Her voice sounds muffled in her ears, a hint of playfulness filling her chest.
Collapsing into her, you start crying again. “You can’t say that! You bein’ sweet's makin’ it worse.” You whine.
She chuckles, running a warm hand through your hair.
~
Sevika's arms tighten around you, her metal hand cool against your back as she holds you close. "Shh, it's alright." She murmurs, her voice low and soothing.
You take a shuddering breath, trying to compose yourself. "I- I just… I missed you so much." You whisper, your voice muffled against her shirt.
She runs her fingers through your hair, the gentle touch sending shivers down your spine. "I missed you too, angel. Every damn day."
Slowly, you pull back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. You look up at her, taking in the familiar lines of her face, tracing the new scars that mar her skin. "I never really told you cause I was upset, but… you look really fuckin’ good.” You breathily say with a chuckle.
Her thumb wipes away tears as they rain down your skin. “So do you.”
Biting her lip, Sevika hesitantly continues with a tentative smirk. “Bein’ apart from you was hell, angel.”
You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. "Is this gonna be a thing? You’re practically ancient and you find dad jokes funny now?”
Her chest rumbles with a deep, hearty chuckle. The lines on her face crinkle in amusement as she teases. “If I’m ‘ancient’, does that mean you have some sort of older woman kink, angel?”
Falling into the playful banter, you nudge her. “Nah, just means I have a you kink, cowboy.” Groaning, you wipe your face. “Shee-it, I’ve cried more in the last week than I have in the last fucking decade.”
Sevika's expression softens as she looks at you, her left hand gently cupping your cheek. "I'm sorry for makin’ you cry, angel. I never wanted to hurt you."
You lean into her touch, closing your eyes for a moment. "I know." You whisper, opening your eyes to meet her gaze. "I know you didn't."
Her silver gaze is fixed on you, full of regret and longing. "I can't change the past." She says softly. "But I promise you, I'm here now."
A small smile tugs at your lips. "Good. 'Cause if you leave again, the next time you come crawlin’ back to my doorstep, I’ll have the real shells loaded."
Her eyes light up with curiosity as she straightens. “They weren’t real?”
You jump up, ignoring her question and facing Sevika with a mischievous grin as you shuffle backwards. “There's one thing I haven't shown you yet that I think you’ll like."
The cute gap between her teeth is proudly displayed as her lips curl into a satisfied grin. “I knew you were bluffin’, angel.”
You beckon her with a crook of your finger, still moving backwards. "Shut up and follow me, cowboy."
She stands, dusting off her pants before following you with an amused smirk. “Understood. I’m at your mercy, angel.”
Biting your lip, you hum and spin on your heel. “I like the sound of that.”
Weaving between stalls and groups of chattering townsfolk, you send Sevika a smirk over your shoulder. “You still a bettin’ gal, Sev?”
Her dark eyes narrow in suspicion as she responds apprehensively. “I thought you were too old to play games, angel.”
A sly smile crosses your lips as you respond confidently. “Yeah well, I lied, cowboy.”
With the square behind you, you come to a halt in front of a modest wooden building. Its aged exterior bears the name "The Rodeo" in faded red letters above the entrance. You can already hear the sounds of laughter and music coming from inside.
Stopping in front of the entrance, you turn to Sevika with an impish grin. Licking your lips, you narrow your eyes at her and extend your hand. “I bet you won’t last longer than 30 seconds.”
Sevika doesn't miss a beat and confidently accepts your wager. "And what do I get when I win?"
“You won’t.” You chuckle, not letting go of her hand as you pull her through the doorway.
Inside, the dimly lit saloon is thick with smoke and filled with mediocre liquor, average music, and less-than-ideal company. But the main attraction is the shining mechanical bull situated squarely in the center of the bar.
The air is heavy with the scent of whiskey and sweat, punctuated by raucous cheers and whoops from the patrons gathered around the mechanical bull.
Sevika's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the scene. "You're jokin’." She says in a low voice, shaking her head.
You tug her towards the bull, unable to contain your excitement. "Nope. Dead serious. Still think you can last more than 30 seconds, cowboy?"
She quirks an eyebrow at you, a competitive glint in her eye. "You know I can, angel. Real question is, can you?"
You let out a hearty laugh, shaking your head and waving your hand dismissively. "I tame wild horses for a livin’, there's no way I'm gettin’ on that thing. My name would be permanently engraved on the scoreboard."
"Shame, angel. I was lookin’ forward to seein’ you up there." Sevika's silver eyes seem to sparkle with hunger as she smirks and begins to unbutton her shirt. "What are we wagerin'?"
You tap your chin thoughtfully, pretending to mull it over. "If you win, I’ll… buy you a drink. And if I win, I'll add it to your tab of favors owed to me.”
Sevika narrows her eyes cockily with a toothy grin. "Alright, angel. Sounds like a fair bet."
She sends you a playful wink before sauntering over to the mechanical bull. With practiced ease, she swings her leg over and settles into position, gripping the rope tightly with her left hand.
"Ready when you are!" She calls out, a smug grin on her face.
You nod to the operator, and the bull roars to life. It starts slow, rocking gently from side to side. Sevika moves with it effortlessly, her body swaying in perfect rhythm.
As the seconds tick by, the bull's movements become more erratic. Sevika's face is a mask of concentration as she moves with the bull, her body fluid and responsive to each buck and spin.
You find yourself holding your breath, your eyes fixed on her powerful form as she rides. Her shirt fans out as she moves, her cropped tank top displaying each flex in her stomach as she moves.
The crowd around you starts to cheer.
At the 20-second mark, the bull's movements become even more wild and unpredictable. Sevika grits her teeth, her grip tightening as she fights to stay on. Strands of her hair whip around her face.
"Come on, cowboy!" You shout, cupping your hands around your mouth with a grin.
She glances at you with determination in her eyes, a wild grin spreading across her face as she reaches up and throws her hat at you.
You catch it with a whoop, joining in on the loud cheers erupting from the audience.
Finally, with a particularly vicious buck, Sevika is thrown from the bull. She lands on the padded floor with a soft thud, quickly getting to her feet amidst a chorus of admiration and applause.
Sevika struts confidently towards you with a smirk. “Looks like you owe me a drink, angel.”
You raise an eyebrow in response, matching her playful tone. “Looks like, cowboy.” Laughing, you straighten her messy hair and place her hat on her head. “Now, you wanna waste it here or you wanna cash it in on another day?”
Her narrowed eyes sparkle as she lifts her eyebrow. “You got somewhere to be, angel.”
You nod, your lips twitching in amusement. “I do, in fact. But if you take a rain check, I may wear one of them dresses you fancied when we were younger.”
Sevika's smirk widens into a flirtatious grin. “You tryna’ sweet talk me, angel? Cause it’s workin’.” She leans in close to you, her voice a low whisper. “I may just need a little more and you’ve got me hooked, darlin’.”
Tilting your head with a smirk, you pinch her chin between your fingers. “Oh please, Sev. I could walk you like a dog and you’d still be lickin’ my heels, baby.”
Pushing her away playfully, you chuckle and skip towards the door. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your horse like a real gentleman.” You tease, leaving Sevika grinning after you.
As you make your way back to the livery, a comfortable silence settles between you and Sevika. The afternoon sun stretches along the cobblestone streets, painting the town in warm hues of gold and orange.
You steal glances at Sevika as you walk, taking in the way the light plays across her features. There's a softness to her expression that wasn't there earlier, a hint of contentment in the slight curve of her lips.
Approaching the stables, you hear the familiar sounds of horses nickering and stomping. Huck greets you with a friendly nod as you enter.
"Have a good day?" He asks, adjusting his glasses.
You smile, nodding. "We did."
Huck nods at another worker and they disappear into the stable, returning a moment later with both horses in tow. "There you are." He says, as he hands over the reins. "They've been watered and brushed down."
"Thank you much, Huck." You say with a smile, patting your horse's neck affectionately.
As Sevika tends to her horse, you hang back, watching her gentle movements as she checks the saddle and strokes the animal's neck. "Well I’d hate to sound like an arrogant prick, but I think that must’ve been the best damn tour you’d ever had." You say, with a cocky grin.
Sevika chuckles, shaking her head as she turns to face you. "It certainly was somethin', angel." Her silver eyes sparkle with amusement. "Though I think the company might've had more to do with it than the tour itself."
You roll your eyes playfully, but can't help the smile that tugs at your lips. "Kiss-ass."
She mounts her horse slowly. "Can I meet you at the garden? Same time next week?"
You nod, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest. "I'd like that." You wave at her. “I’ll see you then.”
…
The sound of rushed footsteps draws your attention and a fond smile softens your face as a familiar figure appears in the doorway of the school, panting and disheveled. Her short brown hair is wild and tousled atop her head. A flush spreads across her freckled cheeks, adding a rosy glow to her already animated expression.
"Hey, Mo!" She exclaims breathlessly. "No homework today! Can we go practice?" Her voice is eager and pleading, her green eyes sparkling with excitement as she rushes towards you, dropping her bag at your feet. She bounces on her toes, waiting for your answer.
Suppressing a small laugh, you give her a stern look. “Where’s your jacket?”
She shrugs nonchalantly. “Lost it.” She admits with a carefree attitude, still beaming at you. “But that doesn’t matter. I have no homework.”
Before you can respond, she grabs your hand in hers and begins tugging at your arm. “C’mon. Practice? Please?”
With a sigh, you roll your eyes and gently shake her hand away. “Where’d you last remember havin’ your jacket?” You ask, shrugging off your own.
She groans and rolls her head back dramatically. “I dunno. Does it matter?” She pouts, begrudgingly accepting your jacket as you drape it over her shoulders.
“You’ve lost two jackets now, so yes, it does matter.” You state firmly, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'll ask Sky when I drop you off tomorrow." You add with another sigh.
Her face lights up with hope and excitement as she shoves her arms through the baggy sleeves. "So can we? Pretty please?"
Arching an eyebrow, you tilt your head towards her in a silent question. “You know the deal, Bo.” You remind her.
Undeterred, she nods vigorously. “Yeah, yeah. I know. So let’s go home and I can finish early.”
Giving her a nod of approval, you pick her up and help her onto Honey's back. Swinging her bag over your shoulder, you climb on behind her. “How was school?” You ask as you guide the mare in the direction of home.
She slumps back into you with an annoyed groan. “Outside time was cut short cause someone got in trouble and arts an’ crafts isn’t til Friday, so all we did was learn.”
“What happened?” You ask, amused by her tone.
“I don’t know!” She waves her hands out in front of her in exasperation. “One minute I’m playin’ tag with Ren and the next, Ms. Young is tellin’ us we have to go inside. We were only out there for like two minutes. Tops.” She huffs, crossing her arms in frustration.
You chuckle softly at Bo's dramatic retelling. "I'm sure it was longer than two minutes, bug. But I understand your frustration." You give her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Maybe tomorrow’ll be better."
Bo lets out a heavy sigh, her small shoulders slumping. "I hope so. I really wanted to finish the hole we started diggin’."
As you ride, the familiar landscape of your ranch comes into view. The wooden fence lines the property, and in the distance, you can see the stable and the sprawling pastures where your animals graze.
"Alright, bug." You say as you bring Honey to a stop near the house. "Remember our deal. Chores first, there’s a snack in the fridge, then practice."
Bo nods eagerly, practically sliding off the horse before you've fully stopped. "I know, I know! I'll be super fast!"
You smile, shaking your head as Bo races into the house, her excitement palpable as she rushes to complete her chores. You take your time dismounting and leading Honey to the stable, giving her a thorough brush down and some fresh hay.
By the time you've finished tending to Honey and the other horses, Bo is already waiting for you at the edge of the empty field, bouncing on her toes with impatience.
"I'm done! I'm done!" She calls out as soon as she sees you. "Can we start now?"
You chuckle, making your way over to her, a small horse trailing closely behind you. "Alright. Go ahead, kid."
Bo's face scrunches up in concentration as she slowly guides you through the steps of saddling the horse.
A familiar nervous flutter churns in your stomach, reminiscent of a simpler time when you were young and naive. You stand at the edge of the garden, wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans before cautiously stepping into its midst.
The sweet scent of blooming flowers envelops you as you make your way down the winding stone path. Butterflies dance from flower to flower, their delicate wings catching the sunlight.
You spot Sevika before she sees you. She's sitting on the wooden bench, her back straight and her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Even from a distance, you can see the tension in her shoulders, the way she fidgets slightly as she waits.
As you approach, she turns her head, and her eyes light up when they meet yours. “Hey, angel. Hope this isn’t too much.” Sevika clears her throat, a playful glint in her eye as she waves a basket around in her hand. “But we never really got to have a proper date.”
You tilt your head in confusion. "What’d you do?" You say with a suspicious tone.
Sevika's lips curl into a soft smile as she gestures to the space next to her. "Nothin' too fancy, angel. Just thought we could have a little picnic. Seems like somethin’ sweet you’d like." She shrugs, opening the basket, revealing an assortment of foods, and what looks like freshly baked pastries. "Even brought some of those pastries you used to love."
Taking a seat beside her, you eye the spread with appreciation. "You remembered." You say softly, a hint of surprise in your voice.
Sevika shrugs nonchalantly. "Course I did." As she starts to unpack the basket, laying out a checkered cloth and arranging the food, you find yourself studying her.
Coughing, she smirks at you. “You could also ignore the whole romantic gesture and pretend this is a nice meal between friends.” She suggests playfully.
Narrowing your eyes at her teasing tone, you reply. “What the fuck happened to takin’ things slow?”
She chuckles under her breath and removes her hat. “The latter it is then.”
You roll your eyes. “I didn’t say that. You assumed and what’s that sayin’ about people who assume?” You ask, sarcastically.
Sevika's lips quirk up in amusement. "It makes an ass out of you and me?" She offers, her eyes twinkling.
You nod, a small smile tugging at your own lips. "Exactly. And if there’s one thing I know about me, it’s that I’m not an ass. So maybe don't assume, cowboy."
Sevika's expression softens as she gestures toward the food. "Well then, would you care to join me for a picnic, angel? As friends, or… whatever you're comfortable with."
You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you consider her offer.
She takes a bite of a pastry. "I can share, angel. I promise not to bite." She mumbles, lifting a questioning brow with a smirk.
Shaking your head, you glance away while a smile grows on your face. "You know that flirtin’ and callin’ us friends in the same breath is kinda contradictory?"
"I’m a natural flirt, darlin’." Sevika quips with a grin.
You scoff out a laugh and examine her with a sarcastic expression. “Yeah. I’m sure, cowboy. You’re real approachable.”
“Course I am. Plus, flirtin’ is about as friendly as you can get.”
You both sit, a careful distance between you. For a moment, neither of you speak, simply enjoying the food she brought.
"So." Sevika starts, wiping her mouth. "How was your week?"
You shrug, letting out a small chuckle. "Busy. Always somethin' to do on the ranch or in town."
"I'm sure." Sevika nods, her eyes curious. "Anythin' in particular keepin' you busy?"
You pause, considering how much to share. "Well, there's always the usual ranch work - tendin' to the animals, deliverin’ stuff into town, that sort of thing." You take a bite of pastry, savoring the taste. "But…” You trail off and swallow.
“But?” Sevika urges.
Sighing, you wipe your hands and look up at her. "I didn't want to tell you because I wasn't sure about where we stood." You begin, your voice cautious. "But I have a kid. A little girl."
You search her eyes for any sign of judgement or rejection, but find nothing. "I don't plan on introducin’ you anytime soon." You continue, treading carefully. "If you're gonna be in my life, you need to understand that she will always be a part of it. You won't be my first priority."
Sevika's face remains unreadable for a moment, her silver eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, a small smile spreads across her lips. "A kid, huh?" She says softly, a hint of warmth in her voice. "I bet she's got you wrapped around her little finger."
You feel the tension in your shoulders ease slightly at her response. "She does." You admit with a chuckle.
Sevika nods, her expression thoughtful. "I understand, angel. And I appreciate you tellin' me." She pauses, choosing her words carefully. "I know I've got no right to ask, but… can I know her name?"
You hesitate for a moment before answering. "Bo. Her name is Bo."
"Bo." Sevika repeats, testing the name on her tongue. "That's a good name."
You nod, rubbing the center of your palm with the thumb of your other hand. “Yeah.”
Sevika nods, her expression serious. “Would you be comfortable tellin’ me about her?”
You study her face, searching for any hint of insincerity, but find only earnestness in her silver eyes. "She's five... almost six now. She's learnin’ how to ride a horse." You say, a fond smile tugging at your lips. "She's got more energy than she knows what to do with, always bouncing off the walls. She's smart. And a smart ass."
Sevika listens intently, her eyes soft as she watches you talk about Bo. "Sounds like a handful." She says with a gentle chuckle.
You nod, your smile growing. "Oh, she is. But she's also the sweetest thing. Always tryin’ to help out around the ranch, even if she's too small for most of the work." You pause, your expression turning thoughtful. "She's got a big heart. Always bringin’ home stray animals and beggin’ me to let her keep ‘em."
"You end up keepin' most of 'em?" Sevika questions, her smile growing.
You chuckle, shaking your head. "No. But we've got a few cats and dogs that have found their way to us thanks to her. But they’ve become part of her chores and she loves ‘em so…"
Sevika's eyes crinkle with amusement. "Sounds like she takes after you, angel. Always had a soft spot for strays, didn't you?"
You laugh and nudge her. "You would know, wouldn’t you, cowboy?"
A comfortable silence falls between you as you both nibble on the food. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves around you, carrying the sweet scent of flowers.
“Is her other parent in her life?” Sevika asks softly after a while.
You shake your head, meeting her gaze. "No. I’m not… I’m not her parent. I’m her guardian." Licking your lips, you wipe nonexistent crumbs from your lap. “Her mama was someone from outta town. She came here alone with a newborn in her arms. Poor girl was a wreck and mama immediately offered to take her in.”
You take a deep breath, your eyes distant as you recall the memory. "The girl, Cass, she was so young. Barely more than a kid herself. She stayed with us for a while, but…" You trail off, shaking your head.
Sevika listens intently, her expression soft and understanding. "She left?" She prompts gently.
You nod, a hint of sadness in your eyes. "She tried, she really did. But she was young, scared. One day, she just… left. Left a note sayin’ she couldn't do it anymore, that she was sorry." You pause, swallowing hard. "And just like that, I became responsible for a sweet little baby."
Sevika reaches out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing her hand on yours.
“Mama was there to help for a while. But she got sick and when she passed…" Your voice trails off, the pain of the memory evident in your eyes.
Sevika squeezes your hand gently, offering silent support.
You take a deep breath before continuing. "It was just me and Bo after that. But we made it work. Friends pitched in, helped out where they could. And now… now I can't imagine my life without her."
Sevika nods slowly, her thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "You've done well, angel. Raisin' a kid on your own, runnin' the ranch... I'm proud of you."
"Thanks." You mumble, gently pulling your hand away from hers. "It hasn't been easy, but... she's worth it. Every bit of it."
Sevika's hand lingers in the air for a moment before she lets it fall back to her lap. "I'm sure she is." She says softly. "You always did have a big heart, angel. I'm glad you found someone to share it with."
You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the heaviness of the conversation. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." You admit quietly. "Even if it wasn't planned, even if it was hard... I wouldn't change it for anything."
"Thank you for sharing that with me." She says earnestly.
You shrug, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, you asked." You say with a wry smile. "And I figured if you're gonna be stickin' around, you needed to know.”
You nudge her gently, a teasing smile on your lips. “What about you? Got any kids or scorned lovers you wanna tell me about?… What did you do while you were gone?“
Sevika chuckles softly, shaking her head. "No kids, no scorned lovers. Just me." She pauses, her expression growing more serious. "Everything else… is a long story, angel."
You raise an eyebrow, gesturing to the picnic spread before you. "We've got time, don't we?"
Sevika's head bobs slowly, her chest rising and falling with a deep breath. "We do." Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper, as if she's afraid of being overheard. She takes another moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "When I left… I did what I could to draw attention away from you. From here.”
“What do you mean?” You lean in, your brows furrowing in concern.
Her eyes grow distant, guilt lines her words. "John, I don’t know how, but when I… There were some dangerous people lookin’ for me and he told them where I was."
Your heart drops as you piece together the puzzle. "Are these people the same ones who hurt you? The reason I found you the way I did?"
Sevika's shoulders slump, her expression pained as she nods silently. "I couldn't risk them coming after you. So I ran.” She continues, her voice low and heavy with regret.
Your body tenses, your fingers curling into tight fists in your lap. "Are they gone now?" You ask, the words strained and laced with anxiety.
She nods, a bitter smile twisting her lips. "Almost dyin’ or not, I wouldn’t have come back if they weren’t." Her voice is low and edged with hurt. Sevika's metal hand clenches and unclenches in her lap as she speaks. "I've done things I'm not proud of."
You listen silently, your eyes never leaving her face as she continues. “But I don’t regret getting rid of the people who made livin’ harder for a lotta good people, better people.”
You take a deep breath, processing Sevika's words. "I appreciate your honesty." You say finally, your voice quiet but firm. "But are you sure there isn’t any chance these people, or anyone associated with them, could come lookin' for you here?"
Sevika nods her head emphatically. "Yes, angel. I made sure of that before I even thought about comin' back." Her silver eyes meet yours, filled with determination and a hint of desperation. "I wouldn't put you or anyone in this town in danger."
You nod slowly, studying her face. "Okay." You say softly, reaching to hold her closest hand.
You send her a small smile and delicately squeeze her hand, unsure if she can feel your touch. Her hand turns in your grasp, fingers wrapping around yours with care. The warmth from her touch spreads through your body like a comforting embrace, despite the coldness of her metal appendages.
Sevika nods, a flicker of relief passing over her face. "Thank you, angel. For listenin'. For not judgin'."
You shake your head slightly. "I'm not in any position to judge, Sev. We've all got our demons." You pause, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you ask with a mischievous glint in your eye. "On a scale of pulsing desire to debilitating lust, how much do you wanna go on another light-hearted date with me?" Your words are laced with playful sarcasm, unable to contain the humorous tone in your voice.
The silver orbs of Sevika's eyes glisten as she gazes at you. A sly smirk curls her lips, revealing the charming gap between her teeth. “Well, angel, I'd say it's somewhere between 'find a mop' and 'it’s gettin’ sticky'."
You throw your head back as you cackle. "Is that right?" You laugh out, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.
"Only for you, darlin'." Sevika replies with a wink. Her expression softens as she continues. "I'd love to go on another date with you. Whenever you can fit me into your busy schedule."
You shrug, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I’m sure I could squeeze you in after the calf delivery, but before shoveling horse shit.
She quirks an eyebrow. “Is there a shower squeezed in there somewhere?”
You shake your head. “Of course not. You’ll have to take me as I am and will be.”
She narrows her eyes at you. “Ah. Lucky me.” She teases, her tone lighter now. “What about you? You got any exes I need to steer clear of?” She grunts out.
A mischievous grin spreads across your face, a sly glint in your eye as you turn your head to cough before licking your lips and refocusing on her. Your head cocks slightly as you meet her gaze, a playful challenge in your expression. “I've only seriously dated one person but she’s not someone to worry about.” You say, amused.
However, Sevika's expression remains unphased as she raises an eyebrow in silent inquiry.
You roll your eyes before answering her unspoken question. “Grayson. I dated Grayson.”
Her lips stretch into a knowing smirk and she lets out a low chuckle. “I knew you had a thing for older women.”
You laugh and shake your head incredulously, gesturing with your hands for emphasis. “I’m sorry. Have you seen Grayson? Heard her? I mean, tell me you wouldn’t.”
Sevika purses her lips and narrows her eyes in a mock glare. “Alright, that’s enough.”
You can't help but grin at her reaction. "Aw, is someone jealous?" You tease, nudging her playfully with your elbow.
Sevika scoffs, but you can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Jealous? Of Grayson? Please." She rolls her eyes dramatically. "I'm just… surprised."
You raise an eyebrow, your grin widening. "Surprised that I have good taste?"
Sevika chuckles, shaking her head. "Hardly. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to hear about how attractive you find other women."
"Fair enough." You concede with a chuckle. "Though I think you can rest easy. Grayson and I are just friends now. Have been for a long time."
Sevika nods, her expression softening. "Good to know." She pauses, her silver eyes studying you intently.
You raise an eyebrow at Sevika's intense gaze. "What?" You ask, feeling a bit self-conscious under her scrutiny.
Sevika shakes her head slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Nothin', angel. Just… takin’ you in." Her voice is soft, almost reverent. "You've changed so much, but… you're still you."
You feel a warmth spread through your chest at her words, but you try to play it off. "Well, I should hope I'm still me. Would be weird if I wasn't." You quip.
Sevika chuckles, a warm sound that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. "You know what I mean." She says, nudging you gently with her shoulder. "You're still the same smart-ass I fell for."
You roll your eyes with a girlish giggle. “Yeah, well. You’re still just as arrogant and witty too, cowboy.” You deflect, feeling a flutter in your stomach at her words. “And you’re still gorgeous. Maybe even more so.”
Her gaze roams over your face, taking in every detail. "You're one to talk, angel." She murmurs. "You've only grown more stunnin’ with time."
You feel a heat creeping up your neck and you look away, suddenly feeling shy. "Oh, shut up." Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat. "Hop off my dick, Sev."
The corners of Sevika's lips deepen slightly as she rolls her eyes. "As soon as you hop off mine, darlin’."
You scoff out a laugh, shaking your head at her. "Oh? You’re callin’ me, the dick rider?”
Sevika's chuckle fills the air, deep and rich. “You’re right.” She backtracks sarcastically. “I love your dick, angel.”
You nod in mock satisfaction. “I know that’s right.” Chuckling, you glance down at the neglected spread of leftover food. “This was real sweet, Sev. Thank you.” You say, genuinely.
A gentle smile tugs at her lips. "You're welcome, angel. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
A comfortable silence falls between you as you both gaze out at the garden, shadows dancing across the flowerbeds.
"I should probably head back soon." You say finally, a hint of reluctance in your voice. "Bo'll be wonderin' where I am."
Sevika nods, understanding in her eyes. "Of course. Don't want to keep her waitin'." She starts packing up the remains of the picnic, her movements slow.
As you both stand, brushing off your clothes and stretching slightly, you find yourself hesitating. “Do you wanna make this a weekly thing?”
She arches an eyebrow with a smirk. “You askin’ me on another date, angel? Series of dates?”
You shrug nonchalantly but inside your heart skips a beat. “What? You got a busy schedule?” You tease sarcastically, biting your lip.
Humming, she slings her packed bag over her shoulder. “Not for you, angel.” She says, stilling you with the adoration clouding her eyes.
Humming in contemplation, you steel yourself and press a quick peck to her cheek. Not pausing to watch her reaction, you turn away. “See yah soon, cowboy. Don’t miss me too much."
Okay- I’ve never been more in love with this story than I am right now, the way you write is genuinely so nice and the little cameo of the song ‘sticky’ was so cool and it was so well written into the story-
awwww 🥹🥹 you're so fucking sweet!! tysm, i appreciate that so much 💕 and as for the sticky cameo, lol. i mean how could i not with how much i hear it every second of every day
Her crimson cloak billows and dances in the gentle breeze as she trots through the streets, her horse's hooves make a satisfying rhythm on the cobblestones. The town has grown and changed since she last passed through its streets.
Buildings have been built, roads widened, and new faces have appeared. She catches glimpses of familiar faces among the crowd, their features weathered with age but still holding traces of recognition as they watch her pass by. But there are also new faces, youthful and eager, their bright eyes following her broad form sitting tall on her horse. Some whisper to each other with curiosity and admiration, while others stare with a frown.
Feeling apprehensive, she adjusts her hat and follows the familiar path.
content: Sevika x fem reader, errors/mistakes, wild west au, outlaw/cowboy sevika, maybe slight ooc Sevika, gun, past relationship, flashbacks, name calling/nicknames, panic attack, angst, descriptions of decay and rot, lots of crying, r! forgives pretty fast (srry), lots of playful banter
wc: ~12.3k
a/n: Sorry for not posting sooner. I've been sick and migraines are a fucking bitch. Anyway, hope y'all like and thanks for reading! Taglist open for arcane fics!!
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The butt of the gun digs into the meat of your shoulder as you cock it loudly, holding it steadily in your hands.
You watch her freeze, her breath stopping short in her chest as her fist hovers over the wooden door. Tilting your chin, you narrow your eyes at her back. “You lost?”
Slowly turning to face you, she raises her hands by her sides in a placating manner.
You purse your lips as she silently observes you, taking you in. The baby fat that used to fill out your cheeks is gone, leaving behind sharp angles. There is a glimmer of shock and hurt in your eyes, but you hide it well behind a smoldering fire of rage.
Your lips pull into an angry frown as you glare at her, quirking a brow at her silence. Her mouth parts as her face twists, regret and guilt flashing in her eyes. “Hey, angel.” She finally speaks softly.
Your throat constricts at the sound of her voice, the familiar husk sends unwelcome shivers down your spine.
You can feel the weight of the gun in your hand, its cold metal pressing into your palms as you stand frozen, unsure of what to do next. Your forefinger absentmindedly taps against the trigger guard in contemplation.
Her eyes flicker to your fidgeting finger and she slowly lowers her hands, her voice a mixture of warmth and concern. “You look good, angel.”
You scoff, rolling your eyes and dropping your arms, swinging the muzzle down toward the floor.
The corners of her mouth twitch up into a smirk as she speaks, her words dripping with a hint of playfulness. “M’ surprised your eyes haven’t rolled to the back of your head yet, sweetheart.”
You shake your head in irritation. “I could’ve shot you.”
She nonchalantly shrugs, glancing at the gun dangling loosely in your hand. “The safety’s on.” With a smug tilt of her chin, she gestures towards the gun in challenge. “I’m callin’ your bluff. I bet it’s not even loaded, angel.”
Raising an unimpressed eyebrow, you observe her calmly as you lift the gun back into your hands, cocking it. A bright red shell clatters to the floor, catching the light and spinning in a small circle. Her silver eyes follow its movement, a hint of surprise flickering across her features.
"This isn't one of your poker games." You declare coolly, meeting her gaze again. “There’s no bluff to call.”
Releasing a dry, awkward cough, she adjusts her stance and her feet shift uncomfortably. The moonlight casts shadows across her face, emphasizing the deep creases of worry etched into her features. “You were gonna shoot me?” She asks, thick brows lifting in shock.
The wooden rocking chair creaks beneath your weight as you sit down, nonchalantly rocking back and forth.
Shrugging, you rest the shotgun on your lap. “There’s more in the chamber. It’s still a possibility.” You state matter-of-factly, fingers idly tracing the barrel, your gaze fixed on her.
Wincing in discomfort, she hesitantly sits on the edge of the old wicker chair across from you as she removes her hat. “You’re still angry.” She says definitively, leaning onto her knees.
You scoff out a humorless laugh. Shaking your head slowly, you turn to look at the vast expanse of the ranch under the pale glow of the moon. “Why are you here?” You ask tiredly, turning back to her.
Her hands fidget restlessly in her lap as she speaks, her voice wavering with a hint of insecurity. Her eyes avoid yours as she confesses. “I missed you. I wanted to see you.” She swallows nervously, feeling the weight of your unwavering eyes scrutinizing her. “Wanted to see if you were happy.”
Your feet still as you sink back into the chair with a heavy sigh. “Sevika, when you left… things changed. I’ve changed. It’s been a long time… Did you think that you could come back and I’d fall back into your arms?”
She tilts her head to meet your eyes, shaking her head emphatically. “No. I-”
But you cut her off, your tone firm. “I’m happy here. I’ve got a community now. One that looks to me, respects me. And I’ve got the ranch… Got all I’d wanted.”
Rolling your neck, you continue. “You could have come back a year ago, or the year before that, or any of the years before that.” Covering your mouth to disguise a yawn, you speak monotonously . "I’m too old to be playin’ games anymore Sevika. Get to the point… Why are you here? Why now?"
Sevika's eyes dart away, a flash of guilt crossing her face. She lets out a long exhale before meeting your gaze again. "I… I got hurt.” She pulls the cloak from her shoulders, stretching out her left hand.
The prosthetic arm glints in the light, its surface a shining copper color with intricate detailing etched into the metal. You can see the joints moving as she flexes her arm, a faint whirr sounds as she bends her elbow. Clenching her fist, her fingers click together.
Your grip on the shotgun tightens involuntarily and you bite back a gasp, fighting to keep your expression neutral.
"There was… an explosion. And I took the brunt of it." She rolls her shoulder, wincing at the memory. She pauses, looking at you with tears shimmering in her expressive silver eyes. “When I was layin’ there, all I saw was you. All I could think about was you. I'm sorry, angel. So sorry for hurtin' you, darlin'."
You feel a twinge in your chest but you push it aside, pursing your lips.
Squinting in deep thought, you furrow your brow and tap your fingers. “Give me some time to think about it.” You let out a sigh through your nose, grunting as you rise from your seat. “It's late. You need to leave.” Your voice carries a tone of finality as the gun hangs hanging limply in your grasp.
Her mouth parts in surprise at your blunt dismissal. "O-okay." She stumbles over her words, clearly taken aback. "I'm stayin' at the Inn, so I'll be around town.” She gives you an uncertain look.
Silently, you watch as she places her hat on her head and slowly descends the stairs. Letting out a puff of air, you speak stonily. “Before I even think about entertainin’ this, be honest with me… Is there anythin’ you’re runnin’ from this time?”
Her broad shoulders rise and fall as she takes a deep breath, turning back to face you. Her eyes search yours before she shakes her head. “No.”
Sevika lingers for a moment, as if wanting to say more, but then simply tips her hat and turns away. You watch her retreating form disappear into the darkness, the sound of her boots crunching on gravel fading into the night.
CRUNCH. Crunch. Crunch.
The metallic clang of the gun echoes through the quiet night as it slips from your trembling fingers, thudding against the wooden planks. Your hand instinctively flies to your chest, clutching at the fabric of your shirt as a sharp pain shoots through your body.
Why? Why did she come back?
The questions swirl in your mind, each one a dagger twisting in your heart. Black dots line your vision, fear gripping your chest like a vice as you imagine the worst.
What if she died? What if she never came back?
Your knees wobble as the ground grows unsteady beneath your feet. Gasping for air, you collapse to your knees, the unforgiving wood bruising your knees. The sharp air pierces your lungs, as your body shakes with sobs.
With trembling hands, you grasp onto the porch railing, using it to pull yourself up. Your legs feel weak and unsteady as you stumble, picking up the gun and quietly shutting the door behind you.
The cold still lingers despite the warmth of the house, and you shiver uncontrollably. A sickening sensation churns in your stomach and your head pounds relentlessly.
What do you want?
The cool soil slips through the spaces between your fingers, leaving behind a gritty residue on your skin. The earthy scent fills your nose, mixed with a sharp tang of rusted iron and rot.
Sharp twigs and branches poke through your pants and prick your skin. The ground in front of you is barren, with no signs of life save for a few scattered leaves and twigs. The earth looks as if it's been long abandoned, with patches of bare soil and decaying debris. Even the grass seems to shy away from this desolate patch, vibrant green blades curling in the opposite direction.
A sense of eerie stillness hangs heavy in the air, as if the very heart of the forest has stopped beating. You can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine as you take in this scene before you.
Your mind conjures images of the different creatures that fed on his body. The flood of insects that laid their homes, their children, in his vacant corpse. The tiny teeth of hungry rodents gnawing on bone. The sharp beaks of scavenging birds pecking at sinews and tendons. Clawed feet tearing at his decayed flesh.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
You don't turn your head at the noise.
“Was wonderin’ where you’d gone to.” Vander’s voice carries softly in the breeze.
You don't respond, continuing to let the soil sift through your fingers. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the rustling of leaves and distant bird calls.
Finally, you speak, your voice low and hollow. “Part of me still wonders what things could’ve been like… If he’d died a helluva lot sooner and she’d stayed.”
There's a pause before Vander answers, his tone careful. “There's no use in wonderin' about what could've been." His boots crunch on the grass as he moves closer. "What matters is what is." He says gently.
You nod silently, still fixated on the barren patch of earth. "She's back." You murmur, almost to yourself.
Vander inhales sharply. "I know."
You nod again, finally turning to look at him. His weathered face is creased with concern, his grey-blue eyes searching yours.
Chuckling, you lift a brow. “So, this is a wellness check then?”
He sends you a slightly scolding look. “I’m just a concerned friend lendin’ an ear and some company... If you need it.”
Chewing your lip, you nod.
"What’re you thinking?" He asks carefully.
You shrug, returning your gaze to the ground. "Don't know yet… Part of me wants to hear her out. Another part knows that we’re not young anymore. Things are different. I’ve got more to lose. And I…" You trail off, still focused on the dirt slipping through your fingers.
Vander settles down beside you with a groan, his joints creaking. "It’s okay to be scared. To want to protect yourself from someone who hurt you."
Your jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "She left once. What's to stop her from leavin' again?"
"Nothing." Vander muses. "She can leave anytime she wants."
You scoff lightly, tossing the dirt from your hands and dusting them off. "Is this ‘sposed to be comforting?" You ask as you face him.
"What I mean is…” Vander sighs, scratching at his salt and pepper scruff. “You can't control her actions. You can only control your own."
He looks at you thoughtfully. "Are you willin' to take that risk again? To open yourself up, let her in, knowin' she might leave?"
You're quiet for a long moment, mulling over his words. The breeze rustles through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and sap.
You let out a long, shuddering breath, your shoulders slumping in defeat. Your throat tightens as you continue, your words heavy with emotion. “If she- if somethin’ happened to her, I don’t know what I’d have done…” You admit in a hushed tone.
Wiping a shaky hand over your face, you take a deep breath and try to steady yourself. A single tear escapes from the corner of your eye and trickles down your cheek. "But it’s not just me this time…" You say, your voice wavering. “If I can’t pick up the pieces, it's not just me who gets hurt."
Vander nods understandingly. "You don't have to decide anything right now. Take your time. Figure out what you truly want. She’ll wait."
As your fingers search through the depths of your pocket, you feel the familiar texture of worn and creased leather.
“When she ran, all she left was this useless strip of leather I complimented once.” You say absentmindedly, staring at the strip of leather that weighs into your palm.
You hold it up to the light, examining every crease and mark. A reminder of what once was. "Put it in a box and tried to ignore it. To move on, but we both know how that turned out." You let out a self-deprecating laugh as you run your fingers over the familiar grooves. "Every time I tried to throw it away, I ended up just starin’ at it."
It brings a flood of memories - both sweet and bitter. The laughter, the stolen kisses, the whispered promises. And then the silence, the hurt, the hollow ache of anger.
Vander watches you quietly. "Sometimes the things we can't let go of, are what holds us back." He says softly.
You nod, still staring at the strip in your hand. "I know." You whisper. "But knowin’ and doin’ are two different things, Van."
You clench your fist around the leather, feeling it dig into your palm. "I don't know what to do. But I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye." Your voice cracks slightly on the last word.
"She showed up out of nowhere yesterday. Cut yourself some slack." Vander says gently. "Give yourself time to process."
Your lips tremble as tears stream down your cheeks. “Can you hold me?” You ask in a small voice and he quickly pulls you into his side.
Vander's strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close against his sturdy frame. You bury your face in his chest, inhaling his warm, comforting scent as your shoulders shake with silent sobs. The leather strip is still clutched tightly in your hand, pressed between your palm and Vander's shirt.
His hand rubs soothing circles on your back as he holds you. "Let it out, kid." He murmurs. "You've been holding everythin’ in for too long."
Emotions that you've pushed down and ignored for years come crashing to the surface. Pent-up grief, bitterness, hurt, longing, exhaustion – all blend together into an overwhelming storm. You cry for the young person you were. For the naive dreams that were shattered. For the love that was lost.
Eventually, your sobs subside into quiet sniffles. "You don't have to be strong all the time. It's okay to let it out, to rely on someone else for once." He reassures.
You nod against his chest, taking a deep, shuddering breath as you pull back and wipe your eyes with the back of your hand. "That’s not exactly somethin’ I’d had the privilege of." You whisper hoarsely.
Vander's eyes soften with understanding. He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Well, you do now. You've got me, and everyone in town behind you."
You nod, managing a weak smile. "Thank you." You murmur.
You sit in silence for a while, your breathing slowly evening out as Vander keeps a comforting arm around your shoulders. The leather strip dangles loosely from your fingers now, swaying gently in the breeze.
"It's okay to still care about her. To love her, even." He pauses, choosing his next words carefully. "But that doesn't mean you have to let her back in if you're not ready. Or ever, if that's what you decide."
You nod slowly, mulling over his words. "I know." You whisper. "I’d be lyin’ if I said that I didn’t miss her. That I didn't still care. ”
You let out a long, shaky breath. "If I tell her to leave, I know she will. And I don’t know if I’m ready for that." You admit, your fingers tightening around the worn leather strip.
Vander rubs his scruff thoughtfully. "No matter what you decide." He says in a low, steady voice. "You need to trust yourself. You're strong, stronger than you give yourself credit for."
He pauses, letting out a soft grunt before continuing. "Sure she means a lot to you, but you’re stronger than anything she can do." His words offer a glimmer of hope and reassurance amidst the turmoil in your mind.
Your eyes grow distant as you stare at the sky above. The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. You take a deep breath, the cool evening air filling your lungs.
You hum, a soft, almost involuntary sound as you nudge Vander's arm. “Thank you, Van.”
“Course, kid.” Vander’s blue-grey eyes are downturned in sympathy as he gives you a sympathetic glance. “I’m sorry she’s not here to do this. She was much better at this than I am.”
You scoff and shake your head. “She was abso-fucking-lutely not.” Sending him an amused, but appreciative look, you nudge him again. “My mama was a lotta things, but a pep-talker wasn’t one of ‘em.”
Vander chuckles, a low rumble in his chest. "Fair enough. But she would've known what to say, even if it wasn't pretty." Vander's arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you close. "You’ll be just fine, kid. I know you will."
You lean into him, drawing strength from his solid presence. The scent of tobacco and sandalwood clings to his clothes – familiar, comforting.
A jet-black horse leisurely grazes on the lush grass below. His thick, wavy mane sways as he lifts his head towards you.
With a sigh, you dismount and slowly move past the horse, making your way towards the familiar willow archway. The sunlight filters through the delicate branches, casting elongated shadows on the ground.
Tapping your fingers on your thigh, you pause beneath the archway. Sevika’s eyes dance around the garden and you silently brace yourself.
"Mind if I join you?" You ask softly.
Sevika's silver eyes snap up in surprise as she straightens on the wooden bench. She clears her throat. "No." She says, shaking her head. She scoots over, motioning for you to take a seat beside her.
Sparrows flit about in a nearby birdbath, their cheerful chirping adding to the sound of whispering trees.
"This place has changed." She says, taking in the garden.
You nod, your gaze trailing over the stone steps that lead to a stone fountain. A wooden swing hangs from a thick tree branch, swaying gently in the breeze.
"After you left, I couldn't come back here for a while." You admit, your voice tinged with sadness. "It didn't feel like mine anymore. And I didn't want this place to go to waste… Felt selfish to keep it to myself."
Her expression softens even more as she responds. "It's beautiful."
You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. "The kids come here sometimes. To play, or have picnics." Your eyes drift to the colorful painted rocks placed at the base of a towering oak tree. "They add their own touches too."
Sevika follows your gaze, taking in the vibrant stones. Her metal hand flexes unconsciously. "It's nice." She pauses, her voice growing quieter. “That you’ve shared this place."
You sigh, your interlocked fingers fidgeting in your lap. "I come here to think sometimes." You murmur, almost to yourself. "To remember."
Sevika shifts beside you, her voice gentle. "What do you remember?"
You close your eyes, inhaling deeply. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves above, carrying with it the sweet scent of daffodils and grass. "Everything." You whisper. "The good. And the bad."
Opening your eyes, you turn to face her. "I've been doin’ a lot of thinkin'..." You start, your voice low and measured. "About what you said.”
You pause before continuing. “I… There’s so much here that I need to protect. People that rely on me being strong.”
“If you tell me to go, I’ll go.” She says without hesitation and the raw sincerity in her eyes jars you. “No fighting, no questions. I’ll leave and you’ll never have to see me again.” The resoluteness in her voice is tinged with a hint of sadness and resignation, as if she’s already accepted a rejection.
You suck your bottom lip into your mouth and bite down, feeling the sharp sting of pain. Your eyes gaze out into the distance, unseeing, lost in thought. You open your mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a shaky breath that burns your throat. Desperately, you lift a hand to your lips and bury your face into your shoulder, hoping to hide the tears streaming down your cheeks.
But your cries flow freely, slipping through the cracks of your fingers. Your shoulders shake and jolt with the sobs that wrack through your body.
Sevika shifts closer, but you raise a quivering hand towards her. “Don’t. Please.” You whisper in a desperate rasp.
With hesitant movements, she slowly lowers her hand, her eyes watching you tensely as you struggle to calm yourself.
A heavy silence falls between you, broken only by the gentle creaking of the swing and the distant croaking of frogs. The cool air caresses your tear-stained cheeks, and you take a deep, shuddering breath.
"I was so angry in the beginning." You whisper, your voice thick. "I hated you for leaving the way you did."
Her jaw clenches, a flicker of pain crossing her face before she schools her expression. "I understand, I-”
“I’m not finished.” You cut her off sharply.
You look at her then, really look at her. The years have left their mark - deeper lines around her eyes, a jagged blue scar that branches over her cheek and down her neck, lean muscles now transformed into something more bulky. Yet despite all these changes, you can still see glimpses of the woman you’d once fallen in love with.
"I can't make any promises." You finally say, tears crusting on your cheeks. “I’m not angry, but every time I look at you, I switch between feeling nothing and everything.”
Sevika's gaze softens with understanding as she nods slowly. "I don't expect anything from you, angel." She says quietly. Sevika’s face scrunches at the hollowness in your voice. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry."
You glance between her eyes, taking in the soft, silver color. The gentle slope of her brows, the slight furrow in her forehead, and the genuine concern in her eyes. “I know…” You raise a trembling shoulder with a watery smile. “If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have considered any of this.”
You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill your lungs. "I can't promise you anything." You repeat softly. "But… I'm willing to try."
Sevika's eyes turn down to her lap and she releases a throaty cough, attempting to hide the cracks in her voice. "Thank you." She rasps, her voice barely above a whisper.
You study her face, taking in every detail as you contemplate your next words. Her sincerity is evident in her tear-filled eyes. You can see the weight of regret and longing in every line on her face.
"I forgive you." You realize, voice filled with a soft acceptance.
Forcing down the emotion clogging her throat, she speaks hoarsely. “M’ not good at this. Could hurt you again.”
You smile genuinely at her for the first time. “I’m sure you will, cowboy. But all I’m askin’ is that you stay to pick up the pieces. Promise me you’ll stay and I’ll give this a chance, Sevika.”
Sevika feels hope spark in her chest, a feeling that had been so foreign since she’d left you. She swallows, her voice brimming with guilt. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness, angel.” She shakes her head emphatically.
“Whether you deserve it or not, I forgive you.” You reply firmly.
“I don’t know if I’ll ever deserve it. I’ve done a lot of bad, angel.” She says gruffly.
You stand, waving your hands in frustration. “God dammit Sevika. Are you trying to convince me to give you a chance or stay away?” Wetting your lips, you pause. “I don’t trust you. I can’t. Not yet… but I’m willing to give you the chance to earn it back.”
After a moment of hesitation, you reach out and gently wipe away the tears trailing down her cheeks. The touch of your hand seems to calm her as she leans into it, finding solace and comfort in your forgiveness as she closes her eyes.
~
“Hey, cowboy, where’d you go?”
The soft, sweet scent of lilacs fills her senses, a delicate and enchanting aroma that envelops her. The vibrant hues of white and purple blossoms entwine within the strands of your hair, sunbeams creating a radiant halo around you.
Her lips form words that she can’t make out, her voice a muffled hum in her ears. She leans in to press a tender kiss to your fingertips before whispering something into your palm.
A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth as you nod arrogantly. “Ah, I see.” You reply with a click of your tongue. “You got lost in my angelic and perfect beauty.” You feign realization with mocking sarcasm.
Leaning in, you press a light kiss to her lips. “Don’t blame yah, cowboy, I’m the closest you’ll ever get to heaven.” You tease.
She shakes her head as her chest vibrates with her voice.
Rolling onto your back, you cackle and your bright smile sends a wave of love and adoration through her chest.
~
A bittersweetness spreads through Sevika at the memory, the ghost of your taste lingering on her lips. She opens her eyes slowly, blinking away the remnants of the past.
The present comes back into focus - your hands still resting gently on her cheeks, as your eyes search hers with a mix of caution and hope.
“I decide whether or not you deserve my forgiveness. Alright, cowboy?” You firmly whisper. Your thumbs brushing away the last of her tears as you wait for her nod before you continue. “I’m still hurting, but… I don’t hate you. I’m not sure that I ever truly could…”
Sevika nods slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. She reaches up, hesitating for a moment before resting her hands over yours. The warmth of her touch seeps through your palms, familiar and comforting despite the years apart. The metal of her other hand is an entirely new feeling, hard and cold.
"I’m so sorry, angel." She says, her voice rough with emotion. "Never stopped thinkin’ of you. When I was gone, you were always there. With me."
You lean your forehead against hers, closing your eyes as you breathe her in. She smells the same - leather and tobacco and something uniquely Sevika. It brings back a flood of memories, both sweet and painful.
"I want to try again." You whisper. "But we can't just pick up where we left off. Too much has time has passed."
Sevika nods, her thumbs tracing soothing circles over your hands. "I understand. We'll take it slow. At your pace, angel.”
Pressing a long kiss to her forehead, you allow yourself to fully give in to her touch. Wrapping your arms around her, she quickly does the same. She holds you close as she buries her face in your neck. You can feel her tears dampening your skin as she trembles against you. Her voice is muffled and thick with emotion as she speaks. "I love you so much, angel."
You don't answer, running your fingers through her hair soothingly as your own tears falling freely now. The pain and longing of the past years mixes with a cautious hope for the future.
"Thank you." Sevika whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "I promise I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust again."
You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "I believe you." You say softly. "I just need you to show me."
Sevika nods earnestly, her silver eyes shining with promise. “I will. I want to.”
After a few moments, Sevika pulls back slightly to meet your eyes. Her silver gaze is intense, filled with determination and promise. "I swear to you, I ain't leavin' again. Not unless you tell me to go."
Gently caressing her cheek with your thumb, you slowly lower your hands and return to your seat with a small nod.
Vibrant yellow daffodils wave in the gentle breeze, their delicate petals reflecting the warm sunlight. The rope swing sways back and forth, accompanied by the rustle of leaves in the trees above.
Your throat feels dry as you clear it and shift awkwardly on the wooden bench. You take a deep breath before speaking. “Do you- do you want a tour sometime this week? I could show you what’s changed since you’d left.”
A small smile tugs at the corners of Sevika's lips. "I'd like that." She says softly, her silver eyes shining with warmth.
You nod, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation flutter in your chest. "Alright then. You remember where the ranch is?" Shaking your head, you wince. “Don’t answer that. Meet me at the stables.”
"I’ll see you then." Sevika says. She hesitates for a moment before adding. "Thank you for giving me this chance. I know it can't be easy."
You take a deep breath, your gaze drifting to the swaying daffodils. "It's not." You admit quietly. "But I think… I hope it’s worth it."
Stand up slowly, you brush off your pants. "I need to go.” Glancing at your feet, you send her a stiff smile.
“I’ll see you soon, angel.”
“See you soon.” You give her a tense nod and awkwardly leave.
The cool breeze brushes through the strands of your hair, sending them dancing in the wind as you pull your jacket tighter around you. A small shiver runs down your spine, but it's quickly replaced with a sense of comfort as you make your way to the stables.
The familiar sound of a loud neigh greets you, and a warm smile spreads across your lips. As you enter the stall, you run a hand through your horse's pale blonde mane and press your forehead to hers in greeting. “Hey sweet girl, how’re you doin’?” You whisper softly into her ear.
She responds by nuzzling her nose against your neck affectionately.
You nod, letting out a breathy chuckle. “How d’you feel about a ride?” As if answering, she lets out a contented snort and your smile grows.
With a soft hum, you lean in and press a tender kiss to her soft nose. The warmth of her breath tickles your skin as she huffs.
A soft, almost hesitant knock on the stall door interrupts your thoughts. You turn to see Sevika, her boots shuffling quietly against the stable floor as she enters.
“Hey, angel. Hope I’m not late.”
You shake your head, turning slightly to face her. “You’re early. Awful eager, aren’t you?” You mumble with a raised brow, grabbing Honey’s saddle pad from the nearby hook. The chestnut mare shifts under your touch, her silky coat rippling as you gently drape the thick pad over her back.
Sevika fidgets nervously, her eyes downcast as she clears her throat. “I’m sorry. I could-”
“No. I- I was teasin’.” You wince as you interrupt her, feeling a twinge of guilt for your jab. “I’ve never really been in this situation before, so…” You trail off sarcastically, lifting your leather saddle onto Honey’s back.
Your fingers brush over the delicate carvings of vines that adorn its surface before you rub your tired eyes and look at Sevika again. “I forgive you and I mean that but this all feels so weird and awkward. It's never felt like this before."
Sevika nods in agreement. “I know what you mean. It’s alright, angel.” She reassures.
Tilting her head, she moves closer. Her steps are slow and purposeful as she admires the bouquet of scraggly yellow flowers painted on the fender of your saddle. "The kids get to this too?" She asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.
A warm feeling spreads through you at sight of the messy blotches and you nod with an affectionate smile. “Yeah.” You confirm with pride. "Kid’s not as skilled as the carver who did the vines, but I like these better." You say softly, your fingers delicately tracing the crude petals.
Sevika's eyes soften as she looks at the artwork. "It's charmin’. Sweet." She murmurs, looking down at you.
An awkward cough escapes your lips as you turn to secure the buckles of the saddle. “Have you done much explorin’ since you’ve come here?”
She shakes her head as she steps back from you. "Not yet. I’ve been waitin’ for you.” She confesses, removing her hat and running her fingers through her hair with a weary smile.
"Anywhere you wanna head to first?" You ask, glancing over your shoulder at her.
She lets out a soft chuckle. "Dealer’s choice. I’ll go wherever you take me, angel." She responds before mounting her own horse, adjusting her hat back on her head.
Taking a deep breath, you swing your leg over Honey’s back, feeling a slight twinge in your aging joints. “Alright then." You chew on your lip as you settle into the saddle. “Let me show you round the town square. Hope you don’t mind none of the starin’.”
The expression she sends your way is deadpan. “Believe it or not, I’m used to it.”
As you guide your horses out of the stable and into the warm sunlight, you feel a mix of trepidation and excitement. The familiar weight of Honey beneath you is comforting, but Sevika's presence beside you adds a layer of tension and uncomfortableness you can't quite shake.
"The town's changed quite a bit." You say, breaking the silence as you ride side by side down the cobblestone path. "You’ve seen the Inn, obviously, but we’ve even got a proper little schoolhouse.”
Sevika nods, her eyes taking in the sights and sounds around her. "It's grown...a lot." She observes. "Looks more… settled."
You hum in agreement, relaxing just slightly as a sense of pride swells within you. "It has. Took a lot of work, but everybody’s worked hard to build somethin’ good here."
As you continue down the path, you send her a knowing look. “Some of the more untoward places are on the other side of town. One of the newer buildin’s is a boxin’ gym with a fightin' pit."
Sevika hums absentmindedly in response.
Coming closer to the square, you can feel nosy eyes turning towards you both. But you pay them no mind as you lead Sevika into the livery stable and dismount from your horses.
Huck quickly stumbles over to greet you, grasping at the reins tightly as you pass them to him. “Hey Huck, I’ve got two for you.”
“Got it.” He responds with a nod, his glasses bouncing on his nose with each movement. “Always nice to see you.” He adds with a friendly smile, sending Sevika a curious glance.
With a gentle clink, you place some coins into Huck's weathered palm. “As it is you, Huck.” Turning to leave, you wave your goodbye. “See you soon.”
Sevika falls into step beside you, her footsteps light and measured as she follows your lead.
You point out the various changes and additions to the town. The new blacksmith's shop, the expanded general store, and the small library that doubles as a community center.
"And over there." You gesture to a modestly sized building with vibrant splashes of color painted on the side. “That’s the schoolhouse. The mural on the side changes every so often. All the artists in town get together to work on it and it’s a whole thing.”
Her gaze lingers on the school before she follows, giving you a curious glance. “A whole thing?“
You nod, a smile spreading across your face. “Yeah, everyone in town comes to the square to watch and mingle. There’s food. Games. The whole works.”
The two of you stroll towards the heart of the bustling square, drawn by the bubbling melody of a tall and proud fountain. You both take a seat on the cool stone edge, feeling the mist from the water dance across your skin.
"Some of the younger kids come here and toss in their coins for wishes." You explain, gesturing towards the pool below. "It's just somethin’ they like to do for fun."
Water cascades down each tier of the fountain in a gentle rhythm, spilling into the pool below. Sunlight catches on the surface of the water, scattered coins glinting and sparkling. Sevika peers into the water. “Looks like an awful lotta wishes.”
You follow her gaze and nod with a wry smile. "The older kids made a game out of it.” You say, pointing to the top tier of the fountain with a finger. “Challenged each other to see who could toss coins to the top tier. Became quite the competition for a while."
Sevika chuckles softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "You ever take part?"
Your own lips quirk up in a slight grin. "Maybe once or twice." You admit with a shrug. "For demonstration purposes only, of course."
Clearing your throat, you smooth your hand over your lap and glance at your feet. The cool stone beneath you provides little comfort, your heart racing as you gather the courage to ask the question that has been weighing on you. ”Does it… hurt? Your arm, I mean."
Sevika shakes her head, her expression calm but a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes. "Not anymore. Took some gettin’ used to, but now it's just a part of me."
You swallow past the lump in your throat before asking apprehensively. “I- You said there was an explosion?”
A shadow passes over Sevika's face, casting a dark cloud over her features. She nods slowly, her metal hand clenching and unclenching in her lap. “Yeah. They had to amputate it. The burns were bad and I’d lost all feelin’.”
You lick your dry lips and rub your fingertips together as your leg bounces anxiously. “I- I’m glad you’re not dead.”
Your gaze darts towards her at the sound of her chuckle, the corners of her mouth turning up in a wry smile. “Yeah. Me too, angel.”
“When you told me about your accident…” You trail off, glancing at her arm. Rubbing your nose, you swallow a harsh breath and your words fall out of your mouth in a rushed jumble. “I- Maybe part of the reason I forgave you so quick was cause you almost died. And I- As much as I wanna stay mad, I can’t. If you died, I-” Your voice breaks as you choke on your words.
Muffling your sobs, you reach out towards her, needing to feel her. She responds without hesitation, pulling you into her chest.
~
“M’sorry.” You sniffle into her chest, and she can feel the warmth of your breath on her collarbone.
An amused fondness fills her chest as she looks down at you, mumbling something into the crown of your hair. It must’ve been something you didn’t like because you draw back from her with a huff and a pout on your pretty face.
“I am not. You’re soft.” You protest, poking a finger into her stomach as you wipe the tears from your eyes. “What the hell do you want from me? I- You make me really happy and I- l care about you so much and I dunno what I’d do if somethin’ happened to you, I just-”
A small smile tugs at her lips as she watches you, feeling grateful for you. Her voice sounds muffled in her ears, a hint of playfulness filling her chest.
Collapsing into her, you start crying again. “You can’t say that! You bein’ sweet's makin’ it worse.” You whine.
She chuckles, running a warm hand through your hair.
~
Sevika's arms tighten around you, her metal hand cool against your back as she holds you close. "Shh, it's alright." She murmurs, her voice low and soothing.
You take a shuddering breath, trying to compose yourself. "I- I just… I missed you so much." You whisper, your voice muffled against her shirt.
She runs her fingers through your hair, the gentle touch sending shivers down your spine. "I missed you too, angel. Every damn day."
Slowly, you pull back, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. You look up at her, taking in the familiar lines of her face, tracing the new scars that mar her skin. "I never really told you cause I was upset, but… you look really fuckin’ good.” You breathily say with a chuckle.
Her thumb wipes away tears as they rain down your skin. “So do you.”
Biting her lip, Sevika hesitantly continues with a tentative smirk. “Bein’ apart from you was hell, angel.”
You roll your eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at your lips. "Is this gonna be a thing? You’re practically ancient and you find dad jokes funny now?”
Her chest rumbles with a deep, hearty chuckle. The lines on her face crinkle in amusement as she teases. “If I’m ‘ancient’, does that mean you have some sort of older woman kink, angel?”
Falling into the playful banter, you nudge her. “Nah, just means I have a you kink, cowboy.” Groaning, you wipe your face. “Shee-it, I’ve cried more in the last week than I have in the last fucking decade.”
Sevika's expression softens as she looks at you, her left hand gently cupping your cheek. "I'm sorry for makin’ you cry, angel. I never wanted to hurt you."
You lean into her touch, closing your eyes for a moment. "I know." You whisper, opening your eyes to meet her gaze. "I know you didn't."
Her silver gaze is fixed on you, full of regret and longing. "I can't change the past." She says softly. "But I promise you, I'm here now."
A small smile tugs at your lips. "Good. 'Cause if you leave again, the next time you come crawlin’ back to my doorstep, I’ll have the real shells loaded."
Her eyes light up with curiosity as she straightens. “They weren’t real?”
You jump up, ignoring her question and facing Sevika with a mischievous grin as you shuffle backwards. “There's one thing I haven't shown you yet that I think you’ll like."
The cute gap between her teeth is proudly displayed as her lips curl into a satisfied grin. “I knew you were bluffin’, angel.”
You beckon her with a crook of your finger, still moving backwards. "Shut up and follow me, cowboy."
She stands, dusting off her pants before following you with an amused smirk. “Understood. I’m at your mercy, angel.”
Biting your lip, you hum and spin on your heel. “I like the sound of that.”
Weaving between stalls and groups of chattering townsfolk, you send Sevika a smirk over your shoulder. “You still a bettin’ gal, Sev?”
Her dark eyes narrow in suspicion as she responds apprehensively. “I thought you were too old to play games, angel.”
A sly smile crosses your lips as you respond confidently. “Yeah well, I lied, cowboy.”
With the square behind you, you come to a halt in front of a modest wooden building. Its aged exterior bears the name "The Rodeo" in faded red letters above the entrance. You can already hear the sounds of laughter and music coming from inside.
Stopping in front of the entrance, you turn to Sevika with an impish grin. Licking your lips, you narrow your eyes at her and extend your hand. “I bet you won’t last longer than 30 seconds.”
Sevika doesn't miss a beat and confidently accepts your wager. "And what do I get when I win?"
“You won’t.” You chuckle, not letting go of her hand as you pull her through the doorway.
Inside, the dimly lit saloon is thick with smoke and filled with mediocre liquor, average music, and less-than-ideal company. But the main attraction is the shining mechanical bull situated squarely in the center of the bar.
The air is heavy with the scent of whiskey and sweat, punctuated by raucous cheers and whoops from the patrons gathered around the mechanical bull.
Sevika's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the scene. "You're jokin’." She says in a low voice, shaking her head.
You tug her towards the bull, unable to contain your excitement. "Nope. Dead serious. Still think you can last more than 30 seconds, cowboy?"
She quirks an eyebrow at you, a competitive glint in her eye. "You know I can, angel. Real question is, can you?"
You let out a hearty laugh, shaking your head and waving your hand dismissively. "I tame wild horses for a livin’, there's no way I'm gettin’ on that thing. My name would be permanently engraved on the scoreboard."
"Shame, angel. I was lookin’ forward to seein’ you up there." Sevika's silver eyes seem to sparkle with hunger as she smirks and begins to unbutton her shirt. "What are we wagerin'?"
You tap your chin thoughtfully, pretending to mull it over. "If you win, I’ll… buy you a drink. And if I win, I'll add it to your tab of favors owed to me.”
Sevika narrows her eyes cockily with a toothy grin. "Alright, angel. Sounds like a fair bet."
She sends you a playful wink before sauntering over to the mechanical bull. With practiced ease, she swings her leg over and settles into position, gripping the rope tightly with her left hand.
"Ready when you are!" She calls out, a smug grin on her face.
You nod to the operator, and the bull roars to life. It starts slow, rocking gently from side to side. Sevika moves with it effortlessly, her body swaying in perfect rhythm.
As the seconds tick by, the bull's movements become more erratic. Sevika's face is a mask of concentration as she moves with the bull, her body fluid and responsive to each buck and spin.
You find yourself holding your breath, your eyes fixed on her powerful form as she rides. Her shirt fans out as she moves, her cropped tank top displaying each flex in her stomach as she moves.
The crowd around you starts to cheer.
At the 20-second mark, the bull's movements become even more wild and unpredictable. Sevika grits her teeth, her grip tightening as she fights to stay on. Strands of her hair whip around her face.
"Come on, cowboy!" You shout, cupping your hands around your mouth with a grin.
She glances at you with determination in her eyes, a wild grin spreading across her face as she reaches up and throws her hat at you.
You catch it with a whoop, joining in on the loud cheers erupting from the audience.
Finally, with a particularly vicious buck, Sevika is thrown from the bull. She lands on the padded floor with a soft thud, quickly getting to her feet amidst a chorus of admiration and applause.
Sevika struts confidently towards you with a smirk. “Looks like you owe me a drink, angel.”
You raise an eyebrow in response, matching her playful tone. “Looks like, cowboy.” Laughing, you straighten her messy hair and place her hat on her head. “Now, you wanna waste it here or you wanna cash it in on another day?”
Her narrowed eyes sparkle as she lifts her eyebrow. “You got somewhere to be, angel.”
You nod, your lips twitching in amusement. “I do, in fact. But if you take a rain check, I may wear one of them dresses you fancied when we were younger.”
Sevika's smirk widens into a flirtatious grin. “You tryna’ sweet talk me, angel? Cause it’s workin’.” She leans in close to you, her voice a low whisper. “I may just need a little more and you’ve got me hooked, darlin’.”
Tilting your head with a smirk, you pinch her chin between your fingers. “Oh please, Sev. I could walk you like a dog and you’d still be lickin’ my heels, baby.”
Pushing her away playfully, you chuckle and skip towards the door. “C’mon, I’ll walk you to your horse like a real gentleman.” You tease, leaving Sevika grinning after you.
As you make your way back to the livery, a comfortable silence settles between you and Sevika. The afternoon sun stretches along the cobblestone streets, painting the town in warm hues of gold and orange.
You steal glances at Sevika as you walk, taking in the way the light plays across her features. There's a softness to her expression that wasn't there earlier, a hint of contentment in the slight curve of her lips.
Approaching the stables, you hear the familiar sounds of horses nickering and stomping. Huck greets you with a friendly nod as you enter.
"Have a good day?" He asks, adjusting his glasses.
You smile, nodding. "We did."
Huck nods at another worker and they disappear into the stable, returning a moment later with both horses in tow. "There you are." He says, as he hands over the reins. "They've been watered and brushed down."
"Thank you much, Huck." You say with a smile, patting your horse's neck affectionately.
As Sevika tends to her horse, you hang back, watching her gentle movements as she checks the saddle and strokes the animal's neck. "Well I’d hate to sound like an arrogant prick, but I think that must’ve been the best damn tour you’d ever had." You say, with a cocky grin.
Sevika chuckles, shaking her head as she turns to face you. "It certainly was somethin', angel." Her silver eyes sparkle with amusement. "Though I think the company might've had more to do with it than the tour itself."
You roll your eyes playfully, but can't help the smile that tugs at your lips. "Kiss-ass."
She mounts her horse slowly. "Can I meet you at the garden? Same time next week?"
You nod, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest. "I'd like that." You wave at her. “I’ll see you then.”
…
The sound of rushed footsteps draws your attention and a fond smile softens your face as a familiar figure appears in the doorway of the school, panting and disheveled. Her short brown hair is wild and tousled atop her head. A flush spreads across her freckled cheeks, adding a rosy glow to her already animated expression.
"Hey, Mo!" She exclaims breathlessly. "No homework today! Can we go practice?" Her voice is eager and pleading, her green eyes sparkling with excitement as she rushes towards you, dropping her bag at your feet. She bounces on her toes, waiting for your answer.
Suppressing a small laugh, you give her a stern look. “Where’s your jacket?”
She shrugs nonchalantly. “Lost it.” She admits with a carefree attitude, still beaming at you. “But that doesn’t matter. I have no homework.”
Before you can respond, she grabs your hand in hers and begins tugging at your arm. “C’mon. Practice? Please?”
With a sigh, you roll your eyes and gently shake her hand away. “Where’d you last remember havin’ your jacket?” You ask, shrugging off your own.
She groans and rolls her head back dramatically. “I dunno. Does it matter?” She pouts, begrudgingly accepting your jacket as you drape it over her shoulders.
“You’ve lost two jackets now, so yes, it does matter.” You state firmly, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'll ask Sky when I drop you off tomorrow." You add with another sigh.
Her face lights up with hope and excitement as she shoves her arms through the baggy sleeves. "So can we? Pretty please?"
Arching an eyebrow, you tilt your head towards her in a silent question. “You know the deal, Bo.” You remind her.
Undeterred, she nods vigorously. “Yeah, yeah. I know. So let’s go home and I can finish early.”
Giving her a nod of approval, you pick her up and help her onto Honey's back. Swinging her bag over your shoulder, you climb on behind her. “How was school?” You ask as you guide the mare in the direction of home.
She slumps back into you with an annoyed groan. “Outside time was cut short cause someone got in trouble and arts an’ crafts isn’t til Friday, so all we did was learn.”
“What happened?” You ask, amused by her tone.
“I don’t know!” She waves her hands out in front of her in exasperation. “One minute I’m playin’ tag with Ren and the next, Ms. Young is tellin’ us we have to go inside. We were only out there for like two minutes. Tops.” She huffs, crossing her arms in frustration.
You chuckle softly at Bo's dramatic retelling. "I'm sure it was longer than two minutes, bug. But I understand your frustration." You give her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Maybe tomorrow’ll be better."
Bo lets out a heavy sigh, her small shoulders slumping. "I hope so. I really wanted to finish the hole we started diggin’."
As you ride, the familiar landscape of your ranch comes into view. The wooden fence lines the property, and in the distance, you can see the stable and the sprawling pastures where your animals graze.
"Alright, bug." You say as you bring Honey to a stop near the house. "Remember our deal. Chores first, there’s a snack in the fridge, then practice."
Bo nods eagerly, practically sliding off the horse before you've fully stopped. "I know, I know! I'll be super fast!"
You smile, shaking your head as Bo races into the house, her excitement palpable as she rushes to complete her chores. You take your time dismounting and leading Honey to the stable, giving her a thorough brush down and some fresh hay.
By the time you've finished tending to Honey and the other horses, Bo is already waiting for you at the edge of the empty field, bouncing on her toes with impatience.
"I'm done! I'm done!" She calls out as soon as she sees you. "Can we start now?"
You chuckle, making your way over to her, a small horse trailing closely behind you. "Alright. Go ahead, kid."
Bo's face scrunches up in concentration as she slowly guides you through the steps of saddling the horse.
A familiar nervous flutter churns in your stomach, reminiscent of a simpler time when you were young and naive. You stand at the edge of the garden, wiping your sweaty hands on your jeans before cautiously stepping into its midst.
The sweet scent of blooming flowers envelops you as you make your way down the winding stone path. Butterflies dance from flower to flower, their delicate wings catching the sunlight.
You spot Sevika before she sees you. She's sitting on the wooden bench, her back straight and her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Even from a distance, you can see the tension in her shoulders, the way she fidgets slightly as she waits.
As you approach, she turns her head, and her eyes light up when they meet yours. “Hey, angel. Hope this isn’t too much.” Sevika clears her throat, a playful glint in her eye as she waves a basket around in her hand. “But we never really got to have a proper date.”
You tilt your head in confusion. "What’d you do?" You say with a suspicious tone.
Sevika's lips curl into a soft smile as she gestures to the space next to her. "Nothin' too fancy, angel. Just thought we could have a little picnic. Seems like somethin’ sweet you’d like." She shrugs, opening the basket, revealing an assortment of foods, and what looks like freshly baked pastries. "Even brought some of those pastries you used to love."
Taking a seat beside her, you eye the spread with appreciation. "You remembered." You say softly, a hint of surprise in your voice.
Sevika shrugs nonchalantly. "Course I did." As she starts to unpack the basket, laying out a checkered cloth and arranging the food, you find yourself studying her.
Coughing, she smirks at you. “You could also ignore the whole romantic gesture and pretend this is a nice meal between friends.” She suggests playfully.
Narrowing your eyes at her teasing tone, you reply. “What the fuck happened to takin’ things slow?”
She chuckles under her breath and removes her hat. “The latter it is then.”
You roll your eyes. “I didn’t say that. You assumed and what’s that sayin’ about people who assume?” You ask, sarcastically.
Sevika's lips quirk up in amusement. "It makes an ass out of you and me?" She offers, her eyes twinkling.
You nod, a small smile tugging at your own lips. "Exactly. And if there’s one thing I know about me, it’s that I’m not an ass. So maybe don't assume, cowboy."
Sevika's expression softens as she gestures toward the food. "Well then, would you care to join me for a picnic, angel? As friends, or… whatever you're comfortable with."
You take a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you consider her offer.
She takes a bite of a pastry. "I can share, angel. I promise not to bite." She mumbles, lifting a questioning brow with a smirk.
Shaking your head, you glance away while a smile grows on your face. "You know that flirtin’ and callin’ us friends in the same breath is kinda contradictory?"
"I’m a natural flirt, darlin’." Sevika quips with a grin.
You scoff out a laugh and examine her with a sarcastic expression. “Yeah. I’m sure, cowboy. You’re real approachable.”
“Course I am. Plus, flirtin’ is about as friendly as you can get.”
You both sit, a careful distance between you. For a moment, neither of you speak, simply enjoying the food she brought.
"So." Sevika starts, wiping her mouth. "How was your week?"
You shrug, letting out a small chuckle. "Busy. Always somethin' to do on the ranch or in town."
"I'm sure." Sevika nods, her eyes curious. "Anythin' in particular keepin' you busy?"
You pause, considering how much to share. "Well, there's always the usual ranch work - tendin' to the animals, deliverin’ stuff into town, that sort of thing." You take a bite of pastry, savoring the taste. "But…” You trail off and swallow.
“But?” Sevika urges.
Sighing, you wipe your hands and look up at her. "I didn't want to tell you because I wasn't sure about where we stood." You begin, your voice cautious. "But I have a kid. A little girl."
You search her eyes for any sign of judgement or rejection, but find nothing. "I don't plan on introducin’ you anytime soon." You continue, treading carefully. "If you're gonna be in my life, you need to understand that she will always be a part of it. You won't be my first priority."
Sevika's face remains unreadable for a moment, her silver eyes searching yours. Then, slowly, a small smile spreads across her lips. "A kid, huh?" She says softly, a hint of warmth in her voice. "I bet she's got you wrapped around her little finger."
You feel the tension in your shoulders ease slightly at her response. "She does." You admit with a chuckle.
Sevika nods, her expression thoughtful. "I understand, angel. And I appreciate you tellin' me." She pauses, choosing her words carefully. "I know I've got no right to ask, but… can I know her name?"
You hesitate for a moment before answering. "Bo. Her name is Bo."
"Bo." Sevika repeats, testing the name on her tongue. "That's a good name."
You nod, rubbing the center of your palm with the thumb of your other hand. “Yeah.”
Sevika nods, her expression serious. “Would you be comfortable tellin’ me about her?”
You study her face, searching for any hint of insincerity, but find only earnestness in her silver eyes. "She's five... almost six now. She's learnin’ how to ride a horse." You say, a fond smile tugging at your lips. "She's got more energy than she knows what to do with, always bouncing off the walls. She's smart. And a smart ass."
Sevika listens intently, her eyes soft as she watches you talk about Bo. "Sounds like a handful." She says with a gentle chuckle.
You nod, your smile growing. "Oh, she is. But she's also the sweetest thing. Always tryin’ to help out around the ranch, even if she's too small for most of the work." You pause, your expression turning thoughtful. "She's got a big heart. Always bringin’ home stray animals and beggin’ me to let her keep ‘em."
"You end up keepin' most of 'em?" Sevika questions, her smile growing.
You chuckle, shaking your head. "No. But we've got a few cats and dogs that have found their way to us thanks to her. But they’ve become part of her chores and she loves ‘em so…"
Sevika's eyes crinkle with amusement. "Sounds like she takes after you, angel. Always had a soft spot for strays, didn't you?"
You laugh and nudge her. "You would know, wouldn’t you, cowboy?"
A comfortable silence falls between you as you both nibble on the food. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves around you, carrying the sweet scent of flowers.
“Is her other parent in her life?” Sevika asks softly after a while.
You shake your head, meeting her gaze. "No. I’m not… I’m not her parent. I’m her guardian." Licking your lips, you wipe nonexistent crumbs from your lap. “Her mama was someone from outta town. She came here alone with a newborn in her arms. Poor girl was a wreck and mama immediately offered to take her in.”
You take a deep breath, your eyes distant as you recall the memory. "The girl, Cass, she was so young. Barely more than a kid herself. She stayed with us for a while, but…" You trail off, shaking your head.
Sevika listens intently, her expression soft and understanding. "She left?" She prompts gently.
You nod, a hint of sadness in your eyes. "She tried, she really did. But she was young, scared. One day, she just… left. Left a note sayin’ she couldn't do it anymore, that she was sorry." You pause, swallowing hard. "And just like that, I became responsible for a sweet little baby."
Sevika reaches out, hesitating for a moment before gently placing her hand on yours.
“Mama was there to help for a while. But she got sick and when she passed…" Your voice trails off, the pain of the memory evident in your eyes.
Sevika squeezes your hand gently, offering silent support.
You take a deep breath before continuing. "It was just me and Bo after that. But we made it work. Friends pitched in, helped out where they could. And now… now I can't imagine my life without her."
Sevika nods slowly, her thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "You've done well, angel. Raisin' a kid on your own, runnin' the ranch... I'm proud of you."
"Thanks." You mumble, gently pulling your hand away from hers. "It hasn't been easy, but... she's worth it. Every bit of it."
Sevika's hand lingers in the air for a moment before she lets it fall back to her lap. "I'm sure she is." She says softly. "You always did have a big heart, angel. I'm glad you found someone to share it with."
You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the heaviness of the conversation. "She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." You admit quietly. "Even if it wasn't planned, even if it was hard... I wouldn't change it for anything."
"Thank you for sharing that with me." She says earnestly.
You shrug, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, you asked." You say with a wry smile. "And I figured if you're gonna be stickin' around, you needed to know.”
You nudge her gently, a teasing smile on your lips. “What about you? Got any kids or scorned lovers you wanna tell me about?… What did you do while you were gone?“
Sevika chuckles softly, shaking her head. "No kids, no scorned lovers. Just me." She pauses, her expression growing more serious. "Everything else… is a long story, angel."
You raise an eyebrow, gesturing to the picnic spread before you. "We've got time, don't we?"
Sevika's head bobs slowly, her chest rising and falling with a deep breath. "We do." Her voice is quiet, almost a whisper, as if she's afraid of being overheard. She takes another moment to gather her thoughts before continuing. "When I left… I did what I could to draw attention away from you. From here.”
“What do you mean?” You lean in, your brows furrowing in concern.
Her eyes grow distant, guilt lines her words. "John, I don’t know how, but when I… There were some dangerous people lookin’ for me and he told them where I was."
Your heart drops as you piece together the puzzle. "Are these people the same ones who hurt you? The reason I found you the way I did?"
Sevika's shoulders slump, her expression pained as she nods silently. "I couldn't risk them coming after you. So I ran.” She continues, her voice low and heavy with regret.
Your body tenses, your fingers curling into tight fists in your lap. "Are they gone now?" You ask, the words strained and laced with anxiety.
She nods, a bitter smile twisting her lips. "Almost dyin’ or not, I wouldn’t have come back if they weren’t." Her voice is low and edged with hurt. Sevika's metal hand clenches and unclenches in her lap as she speaks. "I've done things I'm not proud of."
You listen silently, your eyes never leaving her face as she continues. “But I don’t regret getting rid of the people who made livin’ harder for a lotta good people, better people.”
You take a deep breath, processing Sevika's words. "I appreciate your honesty." You say finally, your voice quiet but firm. "But are you sure there isn’t any chance these people, or anyone associated with them, could come lookin' for you here?"
Sevika nods her head emphatically. "Yes, angel. I made sure of that before I even thought about comin' back." Her silver eyes meet yours, filled with determination and a hint of desperation. "I wouldn't put you or anyone in this town in danger."
You nod slowly, studying her face. "Okay." You say softly, reaching to hold her closest hand.
You send her a small smile and delicately squeeze her hand, unsure if she can feel your touch. Her hand turns in your grasp, fingers wrapping around yours with care. The warmth from her touch spreads through your body like a comforting embrace, despite the coldness of her metal appendages.
Sevika nods, a flicker of relief passing over her face. "Thank you, angel. For listenin'. For not judgin'."
You shake your head slightly. "I'm not in any position to judge, Sev. We've all got our demons." You pause, a soft chuckle escaping your lips as you ask with a mischievous glint in your eye. "On a scale of pulsing desire to debilitating lust, how much do you wanna go on another light-hearted date with me?" Your words are laced with playful sarcasm, unable to contain the humorous tone in your voice.
The silver orbs of Sevika's eyes glisten as she gazes at you. A sly smirk curls her lips, revealing the charming gap between her teeth. “Well, angel, I'd say it's somewhere between 'find a mop' and 'it’s gettin’ sticky'."
You throw your head back as you cackle. "Is that right?" You laugh out, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go.
"Only for you, darlin'." Sevika replies with a wink. Her expression softens as she continues. "I'd love to go on another date with you. Whenever you can fit me into your busy schedule."
You shrug, feeling a flutter in your chest. "I’m sure I could squeeze you in after the calf delivery, but before shoveling horse shit.
She quirks an eyebrow. “Is there a shower squeezed in there somewhere?”
You shake your head. “Of course not. You’ll have to take me as I am and will be.”
She narrows her eyes at you. “Ah. Lucky me.” She teases, her tone lighter now. “What about you? You got any exes I need to steer clear of?” She grunts out.
A mischievous grin spreads across your face, a sly glint in your eye as you turn your head to cough before licking your lips and refocusing on her. Your head cocks slightly as you meet her gaze, a playful challenge in your expression. “I've only seriously dated one person but she’s not someone to worry about.” You say, amused.
However, Sevika's expression remains unphased as she raises an eyebrow in silent inquiry.
You roll your eyes before answering her unspoken question. “Grayson. I dated Grayson.”
Her lips stretch into a knowing smirk and she lets out a low chuckle. “I knew you had a thing for older women.”
You laugh and shake your head incredulously, gesturing with your hands for emphasis. “I’m sorry. Have you seen Grayson? Heard her? I mean, tell me you wouldn’t.”
Sevika purses her lips and narrows her eyes in a mock glare. “Alright, that’s enough.”
You can't help but grin at her reaction. "Aw, is someone jealous?" You tease, nudging her playfully with your elbow.
Sevika scoffs, but you can see the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Jealous? Of Grayson? Please." She rolls her eyes dramatically. "I'm just… surprised."
You raise an eyebrow, your grin widening. "Surprised that I have good taste?"
Sevika chuckles, shaking her head. "Hardly. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to hear about how attractive you find other women."
"Fair enough." You concede with a chuckle. "Though I think you can rest easy. Grayson and I are just friends now. Have been for a long time."
Sevika nods, her expression softening. "Good to know." She pauses, her silver eyes studying you intently.
You raise an eyebrow at Sevika's intense gaze. "What?" You ask, feeling a bit self-conscious under her scrutiny.
Sevika shakes her head slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Nothin', angel. Just… takin’ you in." Her voice is soft, almost reverent. "You've changed so much, but… you're still you."
You feel a warmth spread through your chest at her words, but you try to play it off. "Well, I should hope I'm still me. Would be weird if I wasn't." You quip.
Sevika chuckles, a warm sound that makes her eyes crinkle at the corners. "You know what I mean." She says, nudging you gently with her shoulder. "You're still the same smart-ass I fell for."
You roll your eyes with a girlish giggle. “Yeah, well. You’re still just as arrogant and witty too, cowboy.” You deflect, feeling a flutter in your stomach at her words. “And you’re still gorgeous. Maybe even more so.”
Her gaze roams over your face, taking in every detail. "You're one to talk, angel." She murmurs. "You've only grown more stunnin’ with time."
You feel a heat creeping up your neck and you look away, suddenly feeling shy. "Oh, shut up." Clearing your throat, you shift in your seat. "Hop off my dick, Sev."
The corners of Sevika's lips deepen slightly as she rolls her eyes. "As soon as you hop off mine, darlin’."
You scoff out a laugh, shaking your head at her. "Oh? You’re callin’ me, the dick rider?”
Sevika's chuckle fills the air, deep and rich. “You’re right.” She backtracks sarcastically. “I love your dick, angel.”
You nod in mock satisfaction. “I know that’s right.” Chuckling, you glance down at the neglected spread of leftover food. “This was real sweet, Sev. Thank you.” You say, genuinely.
A gentle smile tugs at her lips. "You're welcome, angel. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
A comfortable silence falls between you as you both gaze out at the garden, shadows dancing across the flowerbeds.
"I should probably head back soon." You say finally, a hint of reluctance in your voice. "Bo'll be wonderin' where I am."
Sevika nods, understanding in her eyes. "Of course. Don't want to keep her waitin'." She starts packing up the remains of the picnic, her movements slow.
As you both stand, brushing off your clothes and stretching slightly, you find yourself hesitating. “Do you wanna make this a weekly thing?”
She arches an eyebrow with a smirk. “You askin’ me on another date, angel? Series of dates?”
You shrug nonchalantly but inside your heart skips a beat. “What? You got a busy schedule?” You tease sarcastically, biting your lip.
Humming, she slings her packed bag over her shoulder. “Not for you, angel.” She says, stilling you with the adoration clouding her eyes.
Humming in contemplation, you steel yourself and press a quick peck to her cheek. Not pausing to watch her reaction, you turn away. “See yah soon, cowboy. Don’t miss me too much."
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It’s been quiet, suspiciously quiet, since John skipped town. His presence lingers in your mind, haunts your home. And despite the time that has passed, the strain between you and your mother remains. It may have eased slightly, but it's still there, hiding in every word and whispered with every civil greeting.
And then there's Sevika.
A new kind of tension manifests itself between the two of you. You find yourself stealing glances at Sevika more often than you'd like to admit. Her presence on the ranch has become a constant, almost comforting in its familiarity. Yet there's an undercurrent of something else, a spark that ignites whenever your eyes meet or your hands accidentally brush.
content: Sevika x fem reader, errors/mistakes, wild west au, outlaw/cowboy sevika, young adult sevika, strained mother/daughter relationship, homophobia, fighting/violence, death/murder, blood, gun/knife, name calling, canon character cameos, wlw smut, choking kink cameo, spitting kink, praise kink, pain kink, spanking, grinding, fingering, cunnilingus, tribbing, angsty ending, slow burn where??
wc: ~14.2k
a/n: What’s up gang, this part is gonna end pretty angsty so beware of that. Ignore the song choice being totally inaccurate to whatever time this is placed in. I couldn't not pick the "Save A Horse, Ride A Cowgirl" cover by Chloe Breez and Annapantsu for this story. Not really significant in the story tho. Hope to have the 3rd part done and finished soon. Taglist open, just lmk!!
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Wiping the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand, you glance back at her. “You done already?”
She lets out a soft hum of affirmation and leans against the door, her silver eyes following your every move as you strain to lift a large bundle of hay into a wheelbarrow.
Her gaze lingers on you, admiring you. The corners of her mouth curl up in a mischievous smirk as she speaks up. “You know when I met you, you were wearin’ a skirt. You only save them for special occasions?”
You grunt as you hoist the large bundle onto the wheelbarrow, panting. “I wear ‘em when I can.” You reply with a shrug, shooting her a smile as you adjust the gloves on your clammy hands. “What can I say?… I like my skirts and I like my pants.”
As you push the wheelbarrow out to the horse pasture, Sevika trails behind you. Her slow, admiring gaze travels from your hat down to your booted feet. You feel heat rise to your cheeks under her intense gaze.
"I really do like your skirts." She says, her voice low and husky. She glances down at you, licking her lips. "And I like your pants too, angel." The intensity of her stare makes your core ache with desire.
You roll your eyes, trying to hide your bashful smile as Sevika steps closer to you. The heat of her breath dances across your tingling skin as she grasps your face in her hand, the roughness of her callused fingers pressing into your cheeks as she squeezes them.
A teasing glint sparkles in her eye as she scolds you. "You seem to do that a lot, sweetheart." She says, her voice laced with amusement. “That rollin’ your eyes nonsense may get you into trouble one day.”
Chewing on your lip, you look at her through a veil of heavy eyelashes. “Maybe I like trouble, Sev.” You reply coyly.
A smirk curls on Sevika's lips as she rubs her thumb just beneath your bottom lip and you shiver. “Sev huh?” She says with amusement.
“Mhmm.” You hum, unable to suppress a smile.
Sevika's large stallion nudges between you, interrupting the moment and causing both of you to break away with a laugh. You send her an amused glance before turning your attention to the horse, petting him affectionately. “Yah know, you never told me what his name was.”
She takes a step back, her eyes flicking over to you with a questioning glance. “He doesn’t have one. Why would I need to give him one?”
Your eyes widen in shock as you gape at her. Blinking rapidly, you wave your hands at him. “Why wouldn’t you give him a name!? He deserves one!”
“What like Honey?” She sends you a look and you glare at her. “He's a horse. He doesn't need a name."
Your glare falls as you gasp dramatically, placing your hands over his ears. "Don't listen to her, boy. She doesn't know what she's talkin’ about." You coo at the horse, stroking his mane.
Sevika watches you with amusement, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Fine… What do you think?"
You pause, studying the stallion intently. You shrug. "You know him better than I do. What do you think?”
Sevika snorts, her nostrils flaring in exasperation. "I don’t know. Stubborn shit."
Sending her a smirk, you laugh. "Must take after his rider." Sevika rolls her eyes in response, and you give the horse’s cheek another soft pat. “Maybe just take some time to think on it.”
Sevika silently watches as you hum in the silence, spoiling the large horse with attention.
Suddenly, her stance changes. Glaring at the sky, Sevika sets her hands on her hips, her frustration palpable. “Why’d your mom keep him ‘round for so long?” She asks bluntly.
You briefly pause before continuing to brush your hand over the stallion’s nose, lost in thought. Sighing through your nose, your voice is quiet and contemplative. “She wanted me to marry him.” Your hand falls from the stallion.
Feeling the need to distract yourself, you move to the wheelbarrow and attempt to lift a bundle of hay above your head and into the feeder. Your arms tremble with effort. “But we got plenty a’ ranch hands, so I don’t mind runnin’ everythin’ myself.” You grit out with a grunt.
Sevika's lips curl up as she watches you struggle. She slowly shifts closer, her silver eyes sparkling.
Seeing her move to help you, you frantically shake your head. “Hey! I can-”
Ignoring your protests, she gently pushes you aside and effortlessly tosses the hay into the feeder. Giving you a cocky smirk, she silently returns to her spot and you gape at her.
Her smirk widens as she leans back, looking down her nose at you. "Careful, angel." She taunts playfully. “You might catch somethin’ with your mouth wide open like that.”
Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you give her an indignant shout, quickly turning to cover your face. Your voice trembles with flustered frustration as you continue. “As I was sayin’… I don’t need a husband to take care of. Mama’s just worried I’ll be lonely, I guess.” Your words become quieter and more guarded.
“No one in town good enough for you?” She pries.
Avoiding her gaze, you scratch at your neck nervously. “I-I don’t think so, no… Plus they don’t really like me, so…” You trail off.
Scoffing in disbelief, Sevika's voice grows indignant. “Why wouldn’t they like you?”
Rolling your eyes, you groan. “Well, it doesn’t matter. There’s not really anyone who’s uhh- my type. Yah know?” You finish with an awkward shrug, feeling self-conscious under her intense gaze.
With a playful nudge, she raises an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And what’s your type, angel?”
Avoiding the question, you forcefully fling off your gloves and toss them into the wheelbarrow. Rubbing your hands over your face in frustration, you begin to pace back and forth.
“Well they don’t like me, cause of this dumb rumor. Somebody started goin’ round town spreadin’ this rumor that I like women. Which means that people keep their distance from me.” You confess, angrily etching a path in the dirt with your steps. “I mean, some of them are nice to my face, but-”
“Do you?” She interrupts, her voice intense but devoid of judgement.
You chew your lip nervously, studying her features for any sign of disapproval. Releasing a shaky breath, you shrug helplessly as your arms flop down by your sides. “I- I think I do… I- I like women.” You finally confess, stuttering over your words. “Have for a- a long time, I guess.”
Her voice is husky and alluring as she gazes at you with heavy-lidded eyes. “Come here.” She commands.
Your heart flutters in your chest at her tone, your breath catching in your throat as you take hesitant steps towards Sevika.
She reaches out and hooks a finger into the belt loop of your jeans, tugging you closer until your bodies are pressed together. Your pulse races as she looks down at you, her silver eyes darkening with desire.
"There's nothin' wrong with likin' women." Sevika purrs, her thumb tracing small circles on the skin of your hip. "Nothin' at all."
You swallow hard, your voice barely above a whisper. "You don't think it's… wrong?"
Sevika shakes her head, a small smirk playing on her lips. "No, angel. I think it's just fine."
Her hand glides up your arm, leaving a trail of raised hairs and goosebumps in its wake. Her hand lingers at your throat, fingers wrapping around the base with a light but firm squeeze. A gasp escapes your lips as you lean into her touch; her chest rumbles against you as she chuckles.
With a gentle lift of her hand under your chin, she tilts your head upwards. She drags her thumb over your bottom lip, tracing the curve in tantalizing slow motion.
Flicking your tongue out, you stare at her beneath your eyelashes as you nip at the tip of her thumb. She releases your lip with a grunt and your eyes drift closed as you feather your lips against hers in a tentative peck. Your lips barely touch and Sevika resists the urge to smile at your timidness.
Swallowing nervously, you grow more desperate for her you kiss her again, deepening the kiss.
Her lips are like velvet against yours, moving with a practiced ease. You let out a small moan as she guides your movements, her hand threading through your hair, the other squeezing the plushness of your hip. Your body responds eagerly, melting into her touch as your hands find their way to rest on her cheeks.
A small whimper escapes you as Sevika's tongue traces your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You part your lips, and her tongue slides against yours. The taste of her overwhelms your senses - a hint of mint and tobacco, mixed with something uniquely Sevika.
Your inexperience shows in the slight awkwardness of your movements, but Sevika doesn't seem to mind. She pulls you closer, bending her knee and grinding you onto her thigh.
Your legs tremble beneath you at the sensation and your hands fly to her shoulders for support. She consumes the moan that escapes your lips as she rubs your core against the muscle of her thigh.
Sevika breaks the kiss, both of you breathing heavily. As you look up at her, you notice a dark wave of arousal hiding the grey of her eyes. "You okay, angel?"
You can only nod, unable to form words as your lips tingle. Every nerve in your body hums with a desperate hunger for more.
Sevika's thumb traces your swollen bottom lip, forehead resting on yours. "Been wantin' to do that for a while now." She admits with a raspy chuckle.
Your heart races at her words, a mix of excitement and nervousness fluttering in your stomach. "Me too." You reply breathily, your fingers clenching the fabric of her shirt as you grind against her thigh. “I- Can we do more?” You plead.
She nods, her intense gaze locked on yours as her hands find their way to your hips, grinding you down onto her knee. "Like what, angel?" She teases, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Leaning in closer, your lips brush against Sevika's ear as you whisper desperately. "Everything. I want to feel you." You whimper.
A low growl rumbles in Sevika's chest at your words, a primal sound that sends shivers down your spine. In one fluid and powerful motion, she grasps the back of your thighs and effortlessly lifts you up. Your legs instinctively wrap around her waist as she carries you to her horse, your heart racing with excitement.
"Where are we going?" You ask, trying to steady your voice but failing as it trembles with anticipation.
"Somewhere more private." Sevika murmurs.
She carefully places you onto the horse's back before swinging on behind you. The saddle is a tight fit with both of you on it, but you hardly notice as Sevika's hand falls to the horn of the saddle. You gasp as her other hand moves under your shirt and fans over your stomach. Bending to your ear, she hoarsely mumbles into your skin. “Found a spot that I think you’ll like, angel.”
Your cheeks flush as heat spreads down to your chest and further to fill your core. You can feel the muscles in Sevika's thighs clench as she urges the horse forward.
With each trot, Sevika's hand on the saddle grinds into you, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “Sevika, how far is it?” You whine, desperate for release.
Pecking your cheek, she hums. “It’s not far, angel. Surely you can be patient for me, can’t you?”
With tears in your eyes and a pleading grip on her hand, you guide it further down to your stomach. “Can’t. I need you, please.”
Biting at your jaw, she cups your core and grinds her palm against you. “Look at you angel, so desperate.” Sevika mocks.
Your hand grips tightly onto her thigh as the other holds her hand against the heated pool between your legs. Your hips buck eagerly into her palm as breathy moans escape your lips.
"That's it, angel. Let me hear those pretty sounds." Sevika purrs into your neck, sucking on a spot below your ear.
You whimper as her fingers increase the pressure against you through the denim. The roughness of the material combined with the rhythmic movement of the horse beneath you creates an intoxicating sensation that has you squirming in the saddle with pleasure.
Sevika's arm wraps tightly around your waist, steadying you. "Easy there, angel." Her warm breath tickles your ear as she whispers softly. "Don't want you fallin' off now."
"Sev, please." Your words come out in gasps, your head falling back against her broad shoulder.
Her words are teasing, taunting. ”What would you have me do, angel? Stuff you full of my fingers where anyone can see?” She pauses, letting out a degrading laugh. “But maybe you would like that, wouldn’t you? If I shoved my fingers knuckle-deep inside of you and showed everyone that you were mine to touch.”
Her lips brush against your skin as she drags her nose up your cheek.
“Oh, but I could never do that to you, sweet girl. I’m greedy.” She growls, her teeth possessively sinking into the skin between your neck and shoulder. “I don’t wanna bless anyone with the noises that fall from your pretty lips. Those are only mine to hear.”
A low growl rumbles in her chest as she nuzzles closer to you, her hand trailing down your side. Your fingers tangle in her hair as she soothes the bite mark with her tongue. "We're almost there." She murmurs reassuringly against your skin.
True to her word, Sevika soon guides the horse off the path and through a small gap between the trees.
You gasp as it comes into view. Surrounded by tall grass and wildflowers, is a beautiful garden. The colors of the flowers range from vibrant pinks to soft oranges, creating a peaceful and enchanting atmosphere.
Carefully dismounting from the horse and leading it further into the lush foliage, she guides you off of the stallion with a gentle touch.
Lowering you down onto the soft grass, her body hovers above yours. Sevika's eyes roam over your face, searching for any flicker of hesitation. "You sure about this, angel?" She asks, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and anticipation.
Wordlessly, you grip her shirt and guide her onto your body. Your hands tremble as you press a desperate kiss to her lips, craving the taste of her. As you roll on top of her, straddling her toned frame, a low whimper escapes your throat. You instinctively move your hips, seeking relief for the intense ache between your legs. She sits up, her body moving in perfect sync with your thrusts.
With a sharp intake of breath, you release a guttural moan that echoes through the air as you throw your head back in ecstasy. Her lips travel down your throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin. Her hand fans against your back while the other squeezes your ass, rolling your hips into her.
Her name escapes your lips in a breathless gasp. You look at her with desire-filled eyes, drinking in the sight of her heaving chest and tangled hair. Stray blades of grass cling to her disheveled strands. With a burst of energy, you push yourself off of her and hold out your hands. “I’ll be right back!” You promise hoarsely before rushing off towards the stallion.
Your heart races with adrenaline, your fingers fumbling with the saddle buckles in your haste. Tossing off the saddle, you snatch the blanket from the horse's back.
As you approach her, panting and flushed with arousal, her expression transforms from confusion to delight as she watches you spread out the blanket on the ground. Sevika's eyes soften as you carefully smooth out the corners, her heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth at your thoughtfulness.
Shifting onto the blanket, she reaches for you, pulling you back into her arms. “Well don’t you know how to treat a lady, angel.” She teases, brushing a stray hair from your face and admiring you. "You're somethin' else, you know that?"
You blush under her intense gaze, suddenly feeling shy. "I just… I want this to be special." You tell her earnestly.
Sevika cups your face in her hands, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. "It already is, angel." She reassures you with a soft smile.
Her tenderness catches you off guard, making your heart flutter. You look up at her, searching her silver eyes. For what exactly, you’re not sure. "Did you mean what you said… before? About being yours?" You ask hesitantly.
Sevika nods without hesitation, her silver eyes only growing softer as she gazes at you. "I did. Do." Leaning in, you capture her lips in a clumsy kiss.
Sevika gently rolls you onto the blanket, not separating from your lips. You arch into Sevika's touch as she slowly lifts your shirt, her calloused hands caressing your bare skin. A shiver runs through your body, echoed by the flutter in your core. Sevika breaks the kiss to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside.
You whimper softly as Sevika trails kisses along your collarbone and down towards your breasts. Your hands tangle in her hair as she moves lower, teasing you through the thin fabric of your bra. With deft fingers, she stretches it over your head, leaving you exposed.
Sevika takes a moment to admire you, her eyes dark with desire. "You're perfect, angel." She says before slowly, torturously slowly, leaning in to capture one of your nipples between her teeth, flicking her tongue over it teasingly.
A guttural moan escapes your lips and your hands eagerly push underneath her shirt, nails raking over her back. She responds with a low moan and a shiver.
Her fingers, skilled and experienced, unbutton your pants effortlessly. As she slips her thick, warm fingers into your panties, she growls in approval at the wetness that greets her.
She gives your nipple a tantalizing roll between her teeth before releasing it with a wet pop.
As Sevika's thick finger dips into you, coated in your slick arousal, you gasp and spread your legs wider around her. Her intense gaze never falters as she watches your face intently. Her other hand soothingly rubs your thigh as she whispers in your ear. "You’re gorgeous, angel." She whispers, planting a series of soft kisses along your jaw. "So pretty spread out for me."
Every touch and whisper from Sevika's lips sends a shiver down your spine. You force yourself to relax into her ministrations, letting go as she circles your clit with her thumb. The rough pad leaves you moaning and clawing at her shirt.
"That's it, angel." Sevika encourages, adding another finger and curling them both inside you. "You sound so pretty and I wanna hear more. Will you give me more?" Her husky voice rumbles through your chest and you nod eagerly.
Speaking past a pleasured cry, your voice warbles with need. “Need more Vika. Wanna see you.” With shaky fingers, you reach for the hem of her shirt and lift it.
Sevika chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that sends another wave of heat through you. She withdraws her fingers, eliciting a whine from you. But your disappointment is short-lived as she swiftly rips her shirt open, revealing taut muscles and her soft breasts. A white bandage wraps around her stomach and some of your lust fades as you stare at it.
"Better?" She purrs, leaning down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You feel her hands pulling your pants down your legs, the cool air hitting your skin as your panties fall with them.
Pausing, you press your hands to her chest. “Wait, Sevika. Your stomach. Should we be doing this?” You ask, concerned.
Bending to leave wet kisses on your neck, she mumbles. “I’m fine, angel. Don’t worry about me.”
Sevika’s fingers return to their place in your warmth while her lips find yours. She inhales the surprised gasp that falls from your tongue. She consumes every muffled gasp, every desperate moan.
Your hands roam over her skin, careful of her wound, tracing the lines of her muscles and the curves of her body. She shivers under your touch, breaking the kiss to let out a soft moan as your breasts rub against hers.
With a wet peck to your cheek, Sevika lowers herself between your legs and your hands reluctantly fall from her skin. Rising on your elbows, you watch as she trails kisses down your stomach before her mouth reaches your core. Her eyes darken at the sight and scent of you, and she growls softly before delving into you with her tongue. The sound reverberates through you, and she groans.
Your head rolls back, mouth falling open in a silent plea as you grind against Sevika. Your core clenches at the wet sounds of Sevika's fingers moving inside you.
A sharp intake of breath escapes your lips as she roughly shoves her fingers into you, causing you to yelp in surprise. Your head whips towards her, eyes wide and pleading as she stills. With a harsh suck, she parts from your throbbing clit, her voice a breathy rasp. “Watch.” She demands.
Tears cloud your eyes as you nod, your arms trembling. Her dark eyes gleam with satisfaction as she flicks her tongue out with a harsh lick and a smirk playing on her lips. “Good girl."
“Please, Sevika.” You shakily beg.
Sevika pulls you closer, her arm wrapping around your thigh as she brings you deeper into her mouth. Her warm tongue flattens against your clit as her thick fingers curl inside you with each thrust. Your moans blend with her satisfied groans and skin slapping against skin.
“You taste heavenly, angel.” She praises before diving back into you.
Your hand tightens around hers on your thigh, while the other twists and pulls at her hair. Your body curls, every muscle tensing as a deep, guttural moan escapes your lips. “S’vika!”
As you approach your peak, drool trails down the corner of your lips. Your eyes water as you struggle to keep them open, finding yourself powerless against Sevika's intense grey gaze that holds you hostage as she watches you.
With one hand clenched tightly around both of your fumbling hands, Sevika's fingers continue to twist inside you. Her tongue continues its relentless movements without faltering or slowing down at your cries.
Overwhelmed, you whine. “Vika, I can’t.”
Your trembling thighs tighten around her head as she pulls her slick fingers from your body. Her glistening fingers fall to your thigh as she hungrily devours you, running her tongue up your slit before filling you. Sevika eagerly drinks every drop you have to offer, her mouth a wet and sloppy mess on your core. You can feel the pressure mounting within you again.
Sevika's mouth licks and sucks at your pussy, pushing you towards a second climax. You're teetering on the edge, your hands clawing against her restrictive hand as your breasts heave with each panting breath.
"Sevika, please." You gasp, your voice hoarse and desperate. "I can't take anymore." You sob.
But she doesn't let up, her gaze ravenous as she continues her ministrations. You feel yourself climbing higher and higher, your muscles tensing as the pressure builds.
With a light drag of her teeth on your sensitive nub, you're sent hurtling over the edge. A strangled cry tears from your throat as your back arches off the blanket. Your vision goes white as waves of pleasure crash over you, more intense than before.
Sevika works you through your orgasm, her movements gentler now as she eases you down from your high.
With one final swallow, she rises up and licks her shimmering lips, a satisfied smile on her face. Your entire body is still tingling with the aftershocks of your orgasms and your eyes dilate as she thrusts her fingers into her mouth. Letting out a deep groan, her eyelids flutter as she savors the taste of you on her tongue.
Reaching for your chin, she grasps your cheeks tightly and pulls your mouth open. You instinctively outstretch your tongue.
She drops a mixture of your essence and her saliva onto your waiting tongue, watching intently as it gathers on the pink of your tongue. With a rough shake of your chin, she mumbles darkly. “Swallow, angel.”
The feeling of her touch sends shivers down your spine as you comply with her demand. She grunts, eyes falling down to your throat as you swallow, rubbing her slick thumb over your lips roughly before withdrawing her hand.
Sevika collapses beside you, pulling you into her arms. You curl into her warmth, your body still trembling slightly. She presses soft kisses to your forehead, her fingers tracing soothing patterns on your skin.
"You okay, angel?" She murmurs, her voice tender.
You nod, nuzzling into her neck. "More than okay." You whisper. "That was… Thank you."
"You did so well, angel." She says, tilting your chin up to look at her. Her silver eyes are soft as they roam your face. "So perfect for me."
A blush creeps up your cheeks at her words. You lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re awful good with your hands, cowboy.” You murmur against her mouth.
Sevika chuckles, her body shaking beneath you as looks at you in amusement. "Just my hands?" She smirks, a teasing glint in her eyes.
A playful glint sparks in your eyes as you roll them, but your grin only grows wider. Your thumb traces over her plump lips, eliciting a flicker of her tongue against the soft pad. “Maybe your mouth has its uses too.” You purr, teasingly.
"Well, I’m yours to use and put to work, angel." She winks before capturing your lips again, claiming your mouth as sloppily as she did your pussy.
Brushing a thumb over her pebbled nipple, you slowly draw a line down her stomach, tracing the curve of her body. As you reach for the button of her pants, her hand stops you, halting your movements.You feel a twinge of embarrassment, thinking that maybe she doesn't want you to pleasure her in return.
Sensing your embarrassment, she gently lifts your face by your chin and meets your eyes with a soft smile. “As much as I want you angel, this was about you. You can take care of me some other time, hmm?”
You bite down a giddy smile. “Another time?” You say shyly.
She lets out a scoff and leans back, tugging you with her until you're lying on top of her. Her hand rests on the small of your back, pulling you closer to her body.
“Yeah, another time… What? Did you think that once was good enough for me angel?” Her chest puffs underneath you. “Told you, angel. You’re mine. You taste heavenly. And I don’t plan on giving that up anytime soon.”
You press a kiss to her neck with a pleased grin. Snuggling even closer to her, your fingers trace delicate patterns on the soft skin just below her breast.
Her grip tightens and she gives you a light squeeze. “You effectively reassured now, angel, or do I need to whisper some more sweet nothin’s?” She sounds equally condescending and caring.
A soft chuckle escapes your lips, followed by a cocky shrug. “Wouldn’t hurt to hear how sweet and perfect and heavenly I am.” You mumble with a smirk that more closely resembles a gleeful beam.
Sevika's lips curl up into an amused simper. “Oh, it’d hurt plenty. As sweet as you are, seems the more I tell you, the brattier you get. Wouldn’t want to spoil you.”
With an incredulous gasp, you lift your head. “Bratty? I am not bratty nor spoiled cowboy.” You protest, trying to sound indignant but failing miserably as a mischievous grin spreads across your face. “I am perfectly humble and grounded.”
Before you can argue further, her hand comes down with a sharp smack on your bare ass. A yelp escapes your lips as a flush creeps over your skin.
“Maybe you’re just perfect for everyone else, angel, but on our way over here, you were anything but. Used my hand to get off, angel, right out in the open.” She rasps out teasingly.
With a playful tap on your backside, she begins to knead it beneath her palm. “But we can do that later, right, angel? We have plenty of time to work on your manners.” Your body shivers in response and you nervously lick your lips before nodding. “Good girl.” She mumbles against the crown of your head.
As you both lay in each other's embrace, the outside world begins to invade your peaceful bubble.
Fiddling with her finger, you frown as you look up at her. “I- I don’t wanna hide this but my mama…” Your voice trails off as you swallow the lump in your throat, speaking in a whisper. “I think she knows, but she’s ignorin’ it. Just hopin’ that it’ll go away.” You say stiffly.
Pressing your face into Sevika’s skin, you let her scent, her touch, comfort you. “That’s- that’s one of the reasons I’ve been such a cunt to her. Cause it feels like she wants me to be different. Like she’ll only love me until she can’t ignore it anymore. Until I don’t let her ignore it.”
Smoothing a hand over your back, her voice is steady in promise. “Well, I’ll be here with you either way.”
You nod against Sevika's skin, comforted by her words but still anxious. "Thank you." You murmur softly. "I just… I don't know how to tell her."
Sevika's hand continues its soothing motions. "We'll figure it out together, angel. There's no rush. We can take it slow, tell her when you're ready."
You lift your head to meet her eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Together, huh?"
She nods, her silver eyes soft but determined. "Together."
As the sun dips lower in the sky, you snuggle closer to Sevika's body heat. "We should probably start headin’ back." You say reluctantly with a sigh, pushing yourself to your feet.
Sevika watches you slowly dress, her hand propped up behind her head. A smile tugs at her lips as she sends you small glances and laughs when you roll your eyes while pulling on your shirt.
“You know, you’re a real bad influence.” You playfully scold her. “Made me miss a whole day of work.”
Chuckling, she sits up and puts on her own shirt. “A bad influence, huh? Didn’t hear you complainin’ much when you were cummin’ on my fingers, angel.”
With a gentle hand on your calf, she pulls you towards her. Lifting the hem of your shirt, she trails kisses along your navel. You resist the growing hunger inside of you and instead press your hands to her cheeks. Tipping her face up, you give her a pointed look at her roguish smirk.
Licking your lips, you place a chaste kiss on her nose. “Easy cowboy. Wasn’t complainin’. I like your influence on me… Can’t wait to return the favor.”
Pressing a thumb to her bottom lip, you give her a light peck. “Can’t wait to taste you. To hear your pretty sounds while you ride my tongue.” Pulling away, you send her a heated smirk as you turn. “How’s that phrase go, ‘Save A Horse’…”
Your teasing words leave Sevika momentarily speechless, her eyes darkening with desire. She quickly recovers, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest as she stands and pulls you back against her.
"Careful, angel." She murmurs in your ear, her hands roaming your sides. "Keep talkin' like that and we might not make it back to the ranch."
You lean into her touch, tempted to give in to the heat building between you once again. But the fading light reminds you of your responsibilities back home.
With a tempted grunt, you turn in Sevika's arms and press a soft kiss to her lips. "As much as I'd love to stay out here with you all night, we better head back before my mama sends out a search party."
Sevika chuckles, snatching up the blanket and intertwining her fingers with yours as you walk back to the horse. "Wouldn't want that. Though I'm not sure how we'll explain why we were gone so long."
You bite your lip. "We'll think of something. Maybe we can say we were… exploring new grazing land for the animals?"
Sevika raises an eyebrow, smirking as she drops your hand. "Exploring, huh? That's one way to put it."
You playfully swat her arm, but can't help your giggle. "You’re right. I’ll just tell her that we were exploring each other’s supple and womanly bodies." Your sarcastically retort, helping her resecure the saddle.
As you both mount her stallion, you sigh leaning back into her. “I won’t tell her what we were doin’, but if she directly asks, I won’t deny it. I meant it when I said I don’t wanna hide this, hide you.”
Wrapping her arms around you, she grips the lead and presses her nose into the skin of your shoulder. She tries to disguise the emotion in her voice as you caress her forearms. “That’s good, angel, cause you look thoroughly fucked and I’m not sure how you’ll be able to hide it.”
A burst of laughter escapes your chest and you roll your head back on her shoulder. “Well can’t say I much mind looking ‘thoroughly fucked’ as you so eloquently put it.” Lowering your hand, you thread your fingers through hers.
As you approach the ranch, the sun has nearly set, casting long shadows across the fields. Your heart races with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Sevika's presence behind you is comforting, her arms wrapped securely around your waist.
Slowly, your mother comes into view. Just a small blurred figure on the porch, but you can already feel the infuriated aura radiating off of her.
Releasing a breath of air in resignation, you mutter. “If you don’t wanna deal with her, then I’m fine bein’ dropped off here.”
Sevika scoffs and your head moves with the motion. “M’ not gonna make you walk.”
You roll your eyes. “You don’t nee-”
“‘Specially with the way your legs shook around me earlier.” She interrupts, rubbing her hands over the top of your thighs.
Sevika's teasing words make you flush with heat and you elbow her in the ribs, with a small smile.
"Go fuck yourself." You mutter, though there's no real bite to your words.
“Why do that when I have you to do it for me?” She retorts immediately. Shaking your head, you ignore her as you approach the house.
You can see your mother's figure more clearly on the porch. Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, her foot tapping impatiently. The sight makes your stomach clench with anxiety.
Sevika must sense your tension because she gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. "It'll be alright, angel." She murmurs, her breath warm against your ear. "I'm right here with you."
You nod, taking a deep breath to steel yourself as Sevika brings the horse to a stop in front of the house. Sevika dismounts and you quickly do the same.
Your mother’s gaze follows every movement. Lingering on the way Sevika’s hands gently steady you as you step down, hovering around your waist before falling away. Her eyes narrow on the soft smile that you send the taller woman. Sharpen into a glare as you step into the light, revealing your disheveled appearance.
"Where have you two been?" She demands, her voice sharp with worry and anger.
Already exhausted, you sigh out. “Why? Did you need me here to run your ranch?”
Ignoring your thinly veiled jab, she continues. "I almost sent someone out lookin’ for you!"
A soothing warmth radiates from Sevika's presence behind you, dispelling the lingering anxieties and fears within. “Well I’m glad you didn’t mama.” You sigh out. Turning to face Sevika, you chew on your lip.
Sevika observes you in silence, her expression growing pleasantly surprised as your hands gently frame her face.
With a sudden burst of courage, you rise on your toes and plant a short but sweet kiss on her lips. The radiant glow on your face is almost blinding as you smile, whispering to her. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”
Sevika's eyes search your face for any signs of hesitation, but finding none, she nods, sending your mother a glare. Slowly, she makes her way towards her stallion and begins walking towards the stables.
Inhaling deeply, you face your mother with a mix of determination and nervousness. Your mother's face cycles through a range of emotions - shock, confusion, and finally, a flicker of understanding. Her eyes dart between you and the stables, her brow furrowed.
"Mama." You begin, your voice steady despite the trembling in your hands. "I know this isn't what you wanted for me. But, quite frankly, I don’t give a shit.”
You wave your hands in emphasis. “Sevika… she makes me happy. Happier than I've ever been."
Your mother's mouth opens and closes, no words coming out. You take advantage of her silence to continue. "I'm not askin' for your approval. I'm just askin'- tellin’ you to stop ignorin’ it. To see me for who I am, not who you want me to be."
Your mother's lips press into a thin line, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "How long?" She finally asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's new. Like today new." You admit. "But my feelings… they've always been there. Not just for Sevika, but for women in general…"
You lean onto the porch railing, your eyes searching hers. “And I think you’ve known that for a while.”
A heavy silence falls over the porch. You can hear the distant sound of crickets chirping and frogs croaking fills the air. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to be consumed by the calmness of the night.
Her voice breaks the stillness, raw with emotion. “I want grandkids.” She croaks.
Dropping your head, a shaky laugh escapes your lips. “And I want kids. But it’s too soon to know if it’d be with Sevika.”
She covers her mouth with trembling hands as she stifles a sob. “I-I love you.” She chokes out between tears. “And I’m gonna try. I want to try.”
She shakes as she wraps her arms tighter around herself. “I’m so sorry.”
You silently watch her curl into herself, not reaching out a comforting hand. The softness in your voice matches the firmness of your words. “I love you too… And while I really wish it wasn’t this hard for you, wish that you didn’t feel sorry for who I am attracted to… I appreciate you trying.” Releasing a heavy breath, you tap the wooden rail and turn to walk away.
“I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you. For-for not being there, for not being a mom.” Her voice cracks and you pause, your hand resting on the doorknob.
You don't turn back, but nod in acknowledgement, eyes briefly glancing down at the ground. Letting out a sigh, you twist the doorknob and leave her with her thoughts.
The early morning sun filters through your bedroom window, casting a warm glow across your face. You stretch lazily, a content smile spreading on your face.
You’re fucking gay.
It feels freeing to admit it. The weight that had been pressing on your chest for so long has finally lifted. The past week with Sevika has filled you with a newfound sense of freedom and joy.
As you dress, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. There's a brightness in your eyes that wasn't there before, a confidence in the way you carry yourself.
Heading downstairs, you find your mother already in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. There's still a tension in the air between you, but it's different now - less suffocating, more like the growing pains of a relationship in transition.
"Mornin', mama." You greet steadily.
As you look up at her, you notice the redness in her eyes. She responds softly, with a hint of strain in her voice. “Mornin’.”
Your stomach grumbles as you eye the toast and strips of bacon on the table. You can't help but sneak a slice and a few strips before she swats at your hand. With a grunt, you shovel the food into your mouth.
“See y’later.” You manage to muffle through a mouthful of food.
You hear her grumble in disgust as you rush out the front door. Excitedly making your way to the stables, you begin unlocking the stall doors connected to the horse pasture. Each lock softly clicks open and the horses trot out of their stalls.
Honey is waiting patiently in her stall, her soft brown eyes watching you with anticipation. You press your forehead against hers, enjoying the tickle of her mane against your nose.
“How you feelin’ girl?” She responds with a huff and nudges you affectionately. “Alright, you wanna go for a ride?” Laughing, you take a step back from her.
Strong arms envelop you, pulling you into a tight embrace. Startled, you let out a yelp as you're twirled around in a circle. Finally coming to a stop, you lean back into the warmth behind you and catch your breath. “I’d love to go for a ride too, angel.” She whispers in your ear, voice still gravelly with sleep.
Giggling, you swat at her before spinning around to face her. You quickly press a kiss to her plush lips and she follows as you lean back, readjusting your hat. Her arms tighten around your body, pulling you closer to her chest while her own hat sits loosely on top of her head.
“Good mornin’ gorgeous.” You greet her with a grin.
Sevika’s eyes narrow on you. “Mornin’.” Drawing a line on your face with the tip of her nose, she huffs. “What kinda kiss was that angel?” She mumbles discontentedly into your cheek.
Removing your hat, you wrap your arms around Sevika's neck and cover her lips with your own. She lets out a satisfied grunt as her hands wander down to squeeze your rear. Tracing her bottom lip with your tongue, you tilt your head to deepen the kiss.
Sevika lifts you effortlessly, her strong arms gripping your thighs as she presses your back against the wall. You moan as her big hands engulf and knead your ass. Your hats float to the ground, forgotten, as you run your fingers through her silky hair.
You gasp for air as she breaks away from you, leaving a trail of wet kisses down your throat until she reaches your chest. Her hips grind into yours, and your thighs tighten around her. Pulling her hair and she separated from your skin with a wet smack. Moaning, you flatten your tongue on her neck. She groans as you nibble and suck on the sensitive skin.
The sound of awkward shuffling feet and throat clearing breaks through the passionate haze. Both of you turn to see a group of ranch hands standing at the entrance to the stables, their eyes wide and faces flushed with embarrassment. Each one looks anywhere but directly at you two entangled in each other.
With a soft sigh, Sevika slowly releases her hold on you and takes a step back. You linger on the wall and roll your eyes at the unmoving ranch hands nearby. Dusting off your hats, Sevika gently places your hat on your head before adjusting her own.
Resuming your task of saddling Honey, you playfully tap Sevika's ass as you pass her. “Ready to ride, cowboy?”
She returns your mischievous grin with a sly wink. “I’m always ready for a ride, angel.”
Saddling your horses side by side, you exchange flirty glances. With a click of your tongue, you hop onto Honey's back.
“C’mon slowpoke.” You tease. “Would hate for your old ass to get left behind.”
Sevika rolls her eyes with a scoff. “My old ass?”
You give her a firm nod. “Remember when you passed out in my arms cause you were tired.”
Narrowing her eyes at you as she swings her leg over the saddle. “Do you mean when I was bleeding out?”
You shrug nonchalantly and scrunch your nose at her as you ride by. “Eh, same difference, cowboy.”
Shaking her head, she follows. “I was right. You’re a real brat, angel.”
“Easy, handsome.” You chuckle out. “Else I’d think you were startin’ to really like me.” With a smirk, you urge Honey faster and take off.
The wind rushes past you as you gallop ahead, Sevika hot on your heels. There’s a playful competitiveness between the two of you as you race down the dusty path.
Giggling, you slow your pace as a familiar set of trees comes into view.
Falling into place beside you, she leans toward you with a playful grin. Her vibrant silver eyes sparkle in the sunlight as she teases. “For the record, I more than just like you, angel.”
As a fuzzy feeling spreads through your stomach, you both move through the trees. The hidden garden is just as enchanting as it was the first time. Budding tulip flowers have begun sprouting among the bouquet of pink and orange wildflowers.
Swinging your leg around, your boots sink into the soft grass. As you reach for the extra blanket you brought, she watches you intently with a hunger in her eyes. You spread out the blanket and turn to face her, slowly starting to undress with a cocky brow.
Her gaze traces over your exposed skin hungrily as she leans forward on her saddle. “Y’know, I’m startin’ to think you just want me for my body, angel.”
Your smile grows wider at her words and you raise a skeptical brow. “And would that be so bad, cowboy?”
Sevika dismounts her horse in one fluid motion, her eyes never leaving yours. She stalks towards you with predatory grace, smirking. "Not bad at all, angel. But I think we both know it's more than that."
She pulls you flush against her body, her hands roaming over your exposed skin. You shiver at her touch, heat pooling in your core. You wrap your arms around her neck, fingers playing with the soft hair at the nape.
"Maybe." You tease, your lips brushing against hers as you speak. "But right now, I just wanna feel you."
Pressing a soft kiss on her bottom lip, your fingers work at the buttons of her shirt. “Taste you.“ You breathe.
Sevika chuckles, the sound low and husky. "Is that so?" Her hands slide down to your hips, squeezing the plush flesh.
Humming your affirmation, you trail kisses down her chest as you gently push her shirt down her shoulders. Sevika's breath catches in her throat and she smooths a hand over your hair as you lower to your knees, gazing at her beneath heavy eyelashes. Unbuttoning her pants, you pull them down with her underwear.
You take a moment to admire her, drinking in the sight of her toned legs and the neat patch of dark hair between her thighs. Licking your lips, you glance up at her with a mischievous smile. "Mind layin’ down for me, cowboy?"
Sevika's silver eyes darken as she nods, her voice husky with arousal. "Sure thing, angel."
She lowers herself onto the blanket. You eagerly move over her, your lips hungrily seeking hers. As your mouths meet, you can feel the quickening of her breath and the tremble of excitement in her lips. Deepening the kiss, you brush your nails through the soft curls between her legs.
Sevika gasps into your mouth as your fingers tease over her. You trail kisses down her neck, savoring the salty taste of her skin. Her hands tangle in your hair as you move lower, lavishing her breasts with attention. You swirl your tongue around a hardened nipple before taking it between your teeth.
A low moan escapes Sevika's throat. Her hips buck up, seeking friction. "Angel." She warns, her voice husky with need.
You smile against her skin, continuing your teasing descent. Pressing a soft kiss to her bandaged stomach, you settle between her legs. The scent of her arousal makes your mouth water.
You press soft kisses along her inner thighs, relishing in the way her muscles twitch beneath your lips. Her hand tangles in your hair, not forceful, just enough pressure to encourage you.
"You look so pretty, Sev." You purr, leaning in close enough that she can feel your warm breath against her sensitive flesh. "So perfect."
With a soft kiss to her mound, you spread her lips open and run your tongue along her slit. Sevika's breath hitches, her fingers tightening in your hair. You moan at the taste of her, your tongue messily exploring her folds.
Sevika's hips buck up against your mouth as you circle her clit with the tip of your tongue. Her thighs tremble on either side of your head. You look up at her through your lashes, drinking in the sight of her chest heaving with each panting breath.
"Fuck, angel." Sevika groans, her voice husky with need. "Just like that." Sevika encourages breathlessly, her hand gently guiding your movements.
Encouraged by her words, you increase the pressure of your tongue, alternating between broad strokes and quick flicks across her sensitive bud. You slip two fingers inside her wet heat, curling them in her like she did you. Your other hand falls to her thigh, holding her steady as you devour her.
Sevika lets out a low groan, her back arching off the blanket. Sevika's breathing grows more ragged, her moans increasing in volume. You can feel her muscles tensing beneath your touch.
"Can you show me those pretty eyes, Sev?" You ask, breaking away for just a moment. Sevika's silver eyes snap open, locking onto yours. The intensity of her gaze sends your own core flooding with need.
You maintain eye contact as you lower your mouth back to her core. You suck her clit between your lips, accidentally brushing the swollen bud with your teeth. She cries out in pleasure, her legs convulsing around you and her hand fisting your hair tightly.
You hum in understanding, the vibrations traveling through her body. You gently press your teeth into the sensitive bundle before soothing it with long, slow licks of your tongue. Adding another finger, you roughly thrust into her.
With a strangled cry, Sevika comes undone, tightening her legs and locking you in place. Her back arches off the blanket, her hand forcefully guiding your head into her core as she grinds herself against your face.
You continue your rough ministrations, teasing her until her grip begins to loosen. Her legs twitch open, releasing you. You press a soft kiss on her inner thigh before crawling up her body, savoring the feel of her skin against your own.
Sevika pulls you into a deep, languid kiss, her tongue tangling with yours. When you part, she's looking at you with a mixture of awe and affection.
"Fuck, angel…" Sevika trails off, still catching her breath.
A surge of pride swells within you at the sight of her trembling thighs. You can't help but grin in satisfaction. "So you like it a little rough, cowboy?”
Sevika chuckles, her chest still heaving slightly. "Seems like you do too, angel." Her hand trails down your skin, brushing her fingers through your soaked folds. "Don't think I didn't notice how loud, how wet, you got."
A blush creeps up your cheeks at her words, but you don't deny it. Instead, you press a soft kiss to her jaw. "Can you blame me? You taste so good, Sev."
Her silver eyes darken at your words. In one swift motion, she flips you onto your back, hovering over you. "My turn, angel." She growls, her voice husky with renewed desire.
Your breath catches in your throat as Sevika forcefully spreads your legs apart. She crosses her leg over yours, the heat of her skin radiating into yours. Her hand tightens around your leg, holding it in place as she lowers herself onto you. The sensation of her against you is like pure silk as she grinds your clits together.
A loud cry erupts from your throat as you throw your hands out to brace yourself, one hand landing on her bandaged stomach. Whimpering with pleasure, you bite down on your lip and glance between her dilated eyes. Swallowing down a moan, you apply slight pressure to the wound.
Her hips stutter above you and her movements become more erratic and urgent, her grip on your leg tightening to the point of bruising.
"Fuck, angel." She growls, her voice husky and strained. "You're playing with fire."
Sevika's eyes are dark and dilated with a mixture of pain and pleasure, her lips parted in a pant as she glances down at you. Her tousled hair falls around her face as she moves above you, her skin glistening with sweat.
“Maybe I like fire, Sev.” You whimper, your hips bucking up to meet hers. Your hand moves from her stomach to her hip, pulling her closer.
A predatory grin spreads across Sevika's face. She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers. "Oh, I'm sure you do."
Her teeth graze your earlobe as she leans back. Her palm glides over your thigh, massaging the flesh before striking it.
A cry falls from your mouth as your nails dig into the skin of her hip. With a cocky smirk, she roughly grinds against you. You let out another sharp cry as she delivers another firm hit to your thigh.
Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as your core clenches. But just as quickly as the stinging sensation on your thigh appears, it’s soothed by her calloused palm, leaving behind a warm and tingly feeling. Struggling to maintain control, you grip the blanket beneath you tightly with your free hand while your hips continue to buck and writhe against hers.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps. The pressure builds within you, coiling tighter and tighter with each roll of her hips. She drags her nails over the throbbing skin on your thigh.
"Sev, I'm so close." You whimper, your voice high and needy.
"You need my permission, baby?" She mocks arrogantly. Grinning sharpy at you, she growls. “Cum for me, angel.”
Despite her teasing, her words push you over the edge. Your hands claw at her thigh and your vision blurs in a haze of tears as waves of pleasure crash over you. Sevika follows shortly after, her body shuddering above you, grunting out your name.
She collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily. You wrap your arms around her, relishing in the weight of her body against yours. For a moment, you just lay there, heads pressed together, basking in the afterglow.
The humid air is thick with the heavy, musky scent of sex and sweat, a heady combination that mixes with the sweet, floral aroma of the surrounding flowers.
Swallowing, you perk up. “Come to the Saloon with me tomorrow.” You pant out.
Your breath stutters in your chest as you bite your lip. She looks beautiful, in her element. Her usually tense muscles are relaxed as she leans back against the seat, one toned arm casually resting on the back of it. The other hand hovers over her cards.
Your eyes follow the slender cigar pressed between her lips, smoke billowing from the corners of her mouth with each exhale. She inhales, her chest puffing out slightly with a small scoff.
The sight of her bare stomach peeking out from under her shirt makes your teeth clench over your lip even harder as you lean back against the rough wooden texture of the bar.
“You’re droolin’.” A deep voice interrupts your thoughts with a chuckle, followed by the sound of liquid pouring into a glass.
“Got a problem with that, Van?” You mumble tensely, still unable to tear your eyes away from her.
Sliding two glasses towards you, he scoffs. “Not at all, kid. Watchin’ you chase after that woman is entertaining.”
You turn to him and press your elbows into the worn wood of the bar. “I’ve done more than chase, old man.” You retort with a playful smirk, the tension in your body slowly easing.
Your smirk fades into a more genuine expression. You trace the grain of the counter with your fingertips as you continue in a whisper. “Thank you… For never treatin’ me differently.”
Vander's thick eyebrows knit together, creating a deep crease on his scruffy face as he lowers his gaze. A flash of sorrow flickers across his features before he quickly hides it and starts drying a glass. “You don’t need to thank me for that, kid… M’ not doin’ anything special.”
Exhaling a disappointed breath, you speak softly. “Wish that was true, Van. I really, really wish that was true.”
Downing the amber liquid in your glass, you carefully slide it back towards Vander with a light tap. He slowly pours more into the glass, clearing his throat and avoiding direct eye contact with you.
“You’re mum’s not talked to you then? I mean, you’ve uh- you’re bein’ safe, right?” He asks awkwardly, his voice filled with concern. He flashes you an uncomfortable, almost fatherly smile. “Diseases are-”
“Oh my god.” You gasp, your eyes bulging in shock. “Please don’t do this. The last thing I wanna talk about right now are sexual diseases before I have sex.” Your heart races and your stomach churns as you stare at him in disbelief.
He lets out a snort, his broad shoulders visibly relaxing. "Fine. I’ll leave you be, kid." He says, almost sounding relieved. “Just be safe.”
You roll your eyes, grabbing a glass in each hand. “I hope Felicia’s the one to give the kids the ‘talk’.” You pause, chuckling. “Cause whatever the start of that was, was fucking awful.” With an amused smile, you raise a glass in farewell before walking away. You can hear his deep chuckle following you.
Shaking your head in disbelief, you take slow steps towards Sevika's table.
“-cures all kinds of pain. Bruises. Sore throat. Animal bites. The poss-” Wincing, you tip-toe around Singed as he pulls another patron into his oil sales pitch.
The noise of the crowded bar surrounds you as you weave between tables, trying to keep your balance on the uneven floor. As you step closer, you find yourself pausing.
Your eyes trail over her toned legs, perfectly displayed under the table, until they land on her core - hidden beneath the fabric of her tight jeans. A rush of desire floods through you and your mouth waters, you tilt your head letting out a heavy breath.
But before you can fully lose yourself, Sevika's amused and cocky voice breaks your daze. “Plannin’ on standin’ there all day, angel?”
Darting your eyes to her competitors, you send her an innocent smile and shrug. “Can’t help the way you stop me in my boots, cowboy.” You gently set the glasses on the table.
She reaches out and her fingers gripping the fabric of your skirt, pulling you onto her lap. “Aww, you just might make me blush angel.”
The two men sitting across the table from her are tense, their bodies rigid and their eyes fixated on the cards in front of them. You observe them with a sense of detached amusement, tilting your head in faux confusion.
“Tell me Sevika.” You begin casually. “I don’t really play poker, but isn’t part of the game observin’ your opponents? Callin’ their bluffs?”
Sevika, with her thick brows raised, glances between the men and then back to you with her silver eyes. “It is.” Staging a whisper, she nips at your chin. “But they aren’t very good, angel.”
You cast a quick glance at the cards and the table before turning back to Sevika with a smirk of your own. “Yah know?” You muse. “When I asked you to come with me to the bar, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”
A plume of smoke escapes Sevika's lips as she blows out a cloud of it, her expression teasing. “And what did you mean, angel?” She mumbles, her tone suggestive and playful.
You shrug, leaning back into her. "I dunno." You say with a twinkle in your eye. "Maybe dancin’."
With a casual flick of her wrist, she tosses a few chips onto the pile. Her movements are smooth and confident, exuding a sense of self-assurance. “I don’t do much dancin’, darlin’.” She remarks nonchalantly.
Lowering your lashes and giving her your best smile, you reply in a sugary-sweet tone. “Not even for little ol’ me, cowboy?”
A devilish glint flashes in her eyes as she shakes her head. "Not even for you." She confirms, turning her attention back to the game at hand.
Groaning, you fiddle with her free hand, quickly growing bored. The game drags on, and you find your attention wandering. Your eyes roam the crowded bar, taking in the lively atmosphere.
Suddenly, an idea strikes you. With a mischievous grin, you lean in close to Sevika's ear. "Fine, if you won't dance with me, maybe I'll find someone else who will." You whisper teasingly.
Sevika's hand tightens on your hip, her silver eyes flashing with a mixture of amusement and possessiveness. "Is that so, angel?" She murmurs, her voice low and husky.
You nod, your smile widening. "Mhmm. I'm sure there's plenty of folks here who'd love to dance with me." You make a show of looking around the room, as if searching for a potential dance partner.
Feigning a noise of interest, you nod lazily into the distance. With delicate fingers, you pluck the cigar from Sevika's lips and place it between your own, taking a slow drag. Giving her a quick peck on the lips, you gently return the cigar to its rightful place and slide off of her lap.
“Looks like I found someone, so don’t wait up, cowboy.” You tease, patting her shoulder in goodbye. She snatches your hand and pulls you back into her lap.
Sevika's piercing eyes narrow on you, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she absentmindedly throws her cards down onto the table. The sound of groans and curses fills the air.
Rolling her eyes with a sigh, Sevika stubs out her cigar and gestures towards the jukebox. “Find a good song, angel.” She says in a defeated husk.
With an satisfied giggle, you wrap your arms around Sevika's neck and press a soft kiss to her cheek. The worn floorboards creak under your feet as you skip over to the jukebox, excitement bubbling in your chest.
Your fingers trail over the selection of songs, searching for the perfect one. A slow smile spreads across your face as you spot a familiar title.
The opening notes of "Save A Horse, Ride A Cowgirl" fill the air as you turn back to Sevika. She's watching you with a mixture of amusement and affection, her silver eyes soft in the dim light of the bar.
You extend your hand to her, wiggling your fingers with a grin on your face. "May I have this dance, cowboy?"
Sevika rolls her eyes, but there's no real annoyance behind it. She takes your hand, her grip firm and warm. "I suppose, angel." She drawls, letting you lead her to a small clear space near the jukebox.
As you step onto the makeshift dance floor, Sevika's arm wraps around your waist, holding you close. Her other hand intertwines with yours.
She twirls you around, and the flowy skirts of your dress billow out like wings. Your laughter rings through the air as you both move to your own rhythm. Sevika's grin widens as she looks down at you, her eyes shining.
As you and Sevika sway together, lost in your own world, the atmosphere in the bar begins to shift. The music fades into the background as hushed whispers and pointed stares fill the air.
You're vaguely aware of the change, but you can't bring yourself to care. Not when Sevika is looking at you like that, her silver eyes soft and veiled in something all-consuming. Her hand is warm and solid on your waist.
"See? Dancing isn't so bad." You tease, your voice barely above a whisper.
Sevika chuckles, the sound rumbling through her chest. "I suppose not, angel. Not with you, at least."
The song comes to an end, but neither of you make a move to separate. Instead, Sevika pulls you closer, her forehead resting against yours. Your hand gently sweeps across her collarbone, tracing the delicate curve of her neck. Your fingers linger on the leather around her neck.
Your hand flattens on her collarbone and you finger at the leather around her neck. “I really like this. Looks good on you.” You mumble.
Sevika's eyes meet yours, and she pecks your nose before pressing her lips against your forehead. She hums, her breath warm against your skin.
Nestled against her warm body, you gently lay your head on her chest and hook your arms around her back. She does the same, holding you close and resting her cheek on your head.
With each gentle rock, a powerful emotion begins to swell in your chest, making it hard to swallow. It's a feeling that you can't quite put into words yet, but it feels overwhelming and intense. Considering the short amount of time you have spent together, it seems almost impossible for this emotion to be so strong.
But as she holds you tight and you feel her warmth seeping into your bones, you know that it doesn't matter how much time has passed.
You lo-
The heavy wooden doors of the Saloon slam closed with a resounding thud, causing heads to turn towards the entrance. A hush falls over the crowd as they stare at the unexpected intruder.
John.
He saunters in with a casual confidence, his sharp smile oozing with malice as he glances at you and Sevika. His disfigured face, still marred with shades of yellow and green and covered in grime, is repulsive.
Sevika tenses under your palms and you smooth your hands over her shoulders as your eyes cautiously follow John. Seething rage bubbles under your skin at the audacity of the man.
Vander stands stiffly behind the bar, his features hardening as John slowly approaches and takes a seat on a bar stool. Everyone watches, holding their breath as John silently taps his fingers on the counter in front of him.
Vander straightens, his muscles flexing as he wipes his hands on a towel and flings it over his shoulder. His voice is cold as he speaks. “You’re not welcome here.”
John's lips curl into a sneer as he leans forward, his voice dripping with disdain. "That's not very kind of you, Vander. I'm just here for a drink."
The tension in the room is palpable as Vander's jaw clenches. His eyes flick briefly to you and Sevika before returning to John. "I said, you're not welcome. Leave. Now."
John's gaze follows Vander's, landing on you and Sevika. His eyes narrow on your close proximity. "Well, well. Looks like the rumors are true after all." He drawls, his voice laced with disgust.
Sevika's arm tightens around you protectively as she turns to face John, her body partially shielding you. "You got a problem?" She growls, her voice low and threatening. “I’m not sure you’re in the kinda state to be pickin’ fights, boy.”
John stands. The remnants of spit cling to the corners of his cracked lips as he cackles, his laughter echoing off the walls. With a gnarled hand, he wipes away a tear from his crusted face, revealing beady eyes that sparkle with madness. As he stares at you, a twisted grin spreads across his face.
His voice drips with false sweetness, like honey laced with poison. “How’s the ranch doin’?” He pauses, feigning a look of concern.
His gaze moves around the room, taking in every anxious face. "No disasters while I was away, I hope?" A sinister undertone seeps into his words as his leer returns to you. “I’d hate it if somethin’ happened to you.”
Your blood runs cold at John's thinly veiled threat. You feel Sevika's muscles tense beneath your hands as she moves you behind her.
"That sounds an awful lot like a threat." Sevika growls, her voice low and dangerous. Her grey eyes flash with anger as she stares John down.
John holds up his hands in mock innocence, that cruel smile still lingering on his lips. "Just expressing concern for an old friend. No threat intended."
You place a steadying hand on Sevika's arm, feeling the trembling rage in her body.
"The ranch is just fine." You say, your voice cold but steady. "No thanks to you."
John's eyes narrow dangerously, darting between you and Sevika. "Is that so?" He snickers. "Well, accidents can happen so easily on a ranch. Animals die, fences break, fires start…"
"That's enough." Vander's deep voice booms through the room. He steps out from behind the bar, his imposing figure radiating authority. "I won't ask again. Leave."
John's eyes dart between you, Sevika, and Vander. For a moment, it seems like he might back down. But then his face twists into an ugly sneer.
"Or what?" he spits. "You gonna throw me out, old man?"
In a flash, Sevika moves. Before you can even blink, she's across the room, her hand wrapped around John's hair. She slams his cheek into the bar, glasses clinking as she leans into his ear.
You purse your lips in confusion as you glance between her and Vander's face. She leans in, whispering something into John's ear. Seemingly finished, Sevika turns her attention to Vander. They exchange hushed words, their eyes flickering towards you before Vander nods.
Sevika's features contort into a look of disgust as she glances down at the crumpled man on the ground. She turns and extends her hand towards you. Without hesitation, you grab it and she leads you out of the Saloon and into the cool night air.
Untying the reins with steady hands, she carefully mounts her horse. The leather of the saddle creaks as she leans down to you, extending a hand to lift you up. She secures her arms around you as you sit sideways in her lap.
As the horse carries you both through the dark night, the only sounds are the steady beat of hooves on dirt and the occasional whisper of wind through the trees. She leans forward, softly rubbing her hand along your back, offering comfort and reassurance.
The porch light comes into view, the dim glow fighting against the darkness of the night. As Sevika slows the horse to a stop, she gently lowers you to the ground. “Head inside, I’ll be right behind you angel.”
A heavy lump forms in your throat as you stumble through the house, barely registering the familiar creaks and sighs of the old wooden floors. With each step, it feels like your feet are weighed down, dragging on the floor as you trudge up the stairs and into your room. The walls seem to blur as tears fill your eyes, blurring your vision and making you feel like you're walking through a dream. Finally, you reach your room, collapsing onto your bed with a heavy thud.
As you lay down on your side, Sevika joins you a minute later. Slowly toeing off her boots, she lays back, turning to face you, her body mirroring yours as she rests on her side.
Your eyes meet Sevika's, searching her face for answers. Her silver gaze is soft but concerned as she reaches out to brush a stray hair from your cheek.
"You okay, angel?" She asks gently, her voice barely above a whisper.
You swallow hard, trying to find your voice. "I… I don't know." You admit, your words shaky. "I'm scared, Sev. What if he… I- what if something happens to the ranch? To you or mama?"
Sevika pulls you closer and you bury your face in her chest, inhaling her comforting scent. "Nothing's gonna happen." She murmurs, her voice low and soothing.
You look up at her, your eyes shining with unshed tears. "How can you be sure?"
Sevika's jaw clenches, a determined look in her eyes. "Because I won’t let it. I’ll be here with you.”
“Promise?” Glancing through the window, you whisper, your voice quivering with emotion as you grasp her hand tightly, afraid to let go.
She meets your gaze and nods, her eyes shining with sincerity. “I promise, angel.”
“Do you wanna stay here tonight? Just- just to sleep.” You ask tentatively.
She lifts your intertwined hands, kissing your palm softly. “Of course, angel. It’d be my pleasure.”
You send her a grateful smile, sinking deeper into her in relief.
With a groan, Sevika blinks away the hazy remnants of sleep. Her skin prickles with goosebumps as she shivers. Every hair on her body stands at attention, her senses alerting her to some sort of danger. Glancing around in the dark, she slowly moves out of bed, adjusting her pillow underneath your head.
Glancing back at you, she cautiously makes her way to the window and gingerly pulls back the curtain with a single finger, peering out. Sevika's eyes narrow as she scans the darkened landscape outside. The moon casts an eerie glow over the fields, creating long shadows that dance in the gentle breeze. At first, nothing seems out of place. But then, there’s a rustle in the trees.
A figure, barely visible in the dim light, darts between the shadows of the fence and the nearby trees. Sevika's jaw clenches as she watches the intruder creep closer.
Without hesitation, she moves swiftly and silently across the room. She pauses at the bedside, her eyes softening as they land on your sleeping form. Leaning down, she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before straightening up. Her expression hardens with determination and she checks the rounds in her revolver.
The chamber clicks closed as she makes her way downstairs, her footsteps silent on the old wooden floors.
Sevika doesn't bother disguising herself amongst the shadows. She wants him to see her coming. She wants him to run.
And run he does.
His beady eyes bulge and his squirrely face contorts with terror as he scurries into the dense forest. Decaying leaves crackle under his feet, branches reaching out and clawing at his face as he runs.
Sevika effortlessly chases after him, her long strides closing the distance between them in no time.
Grabbing a hold of his shirt, she violently yanks him back and throws him to the ground. Scratching her nose, she chuckles darkly. “I told you to stay away. To leave.”
He struggles to get up on all fours, but Sevika forcefully kicks him in the side. He rolls over from the impact and she digs her boot into his stomach. He gasps for air, wheezes whistling past his gritted teeth. “But I’m real fuckin’ glad you didn’t.”
She rolls her neck, savoring the satisfying crackle as she watches him struggle to speak between choked breaths. A sardonic smirk crosses her lips as she watches him glance at the gun holstered on her hip. “You gonna shoot me?” He croaks.
With a scoff, she shakes her head mockingly. “No… That would be too easy.” Slowly advancing on him, she lets her words hang in the air for a moment. “You don’t deserve easy.” She grits out, pressing the weight of her boot into his throat.
Her eyes gleam with a cold intensity as she revels in his desperation and fear. Just as his face grows purple, she relieves the pressure.
John gasps and coughs, desperately sucking in air. Sevika watches him dispassionately.
"You really thought you could come here and threaten them?" Sevika's voice is low and dangerous. "Thought you could scare them?"
John's attempts to speak are cut short as Sevika leans down, her fingers digging into his shirt. Her other hand curls into a fist, and meets his mouth in a punch that rattles his teeth.
"Did you think I lied when I told you I’d kill you if you came back?" She spits. "I know you’re a fucking idiot, but did you think that tryin’ to call my bluff was a good idea?"
Another blow lands on John's cheek.
“They’re coming.” He manages to gargle through a mouthful of blood.
Sevika pauses, her fist hovering in the air. “What?” She pants.
John coughs out a laugh, blood bubbling and dripping down his chin. Sevika releases her grip on his shirt in disgust, watching him writhe on the ground.
Flashing her a red stained smile, his swollen eyes fill with satisfaction as he glances down at her hands. “Seems like you’ve got more than just my blood on your hands… and a lotta people want you for it.”
Her nose flares and she licks her teeth in anger. Her fist clenches at her side, knuckles white with tension.
In a flash, Sevika's hand is around his throat, lifting him slightly off the ground. Her silver eyes blaze with a cold fury as she leans in close, her grip unyielding. “You’re pathetic. Can’t fight your own battles, so you have to tattle to someone who can.” She hisses, her voice like ice. “If they’re already on the way, what’s the harm in killing you?” She snickers.
He struggles to speak against Sevika's iron grip. "Go to hell." He chokes out, a flash of silver glinting in his hand.
But before he can strike, Sevika raises her arm and effortlessly redirects the knife, its sharp edge burying itself in his throat. She steps back, observing the blood splattered on her shirt with detached annoyance.
John gurgles and writhes on the ground, his hands futilely trying to contain the torrent of blood draining from his throat. The metallic scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the earthy undertones of the forest.
Sevika watches in silence as John's desperate hand reaches out towards her before falling limply to the ground.
Her throat constricts as she takes in the overwhelming sight of crimson pooling around her feet, her mind flashing back to the image of you, patiently waiting for her in bed.
…
Her mind races as she heads back to the house. She can't stay here, that much is clear. But leaving you behind…
As she enters the dimly lit bedroom, she finds you still curled up in bed, your messy hair framing your face. You’re awake, a patient smile on your lips as you wait for her. “Hey, cowboy. Where’d yah go?” You raise a lazy hand toward her, beckoning her to join you.
She slowly crawls into bed next to you, she pulls you into her side. Curling under her chin, you cross your leg over her.
Sevika swallows hard, her breath quickening. She holds your hand over her chest. “You make me happy, angel… And I…” Her voice trails off into a whisper, her grip tightening.
You furrow your brows, trying to turn and look at her, but her embrace prevents you from doing so. Uneasiness gnaws at your stomach as you hold her closer. “You make me really happy too… You okay, Sev? Somethin’ happen?” You ask, worry lacing your words.
She draws your fingers to her lips, pressing gentle kisses to each one before placing your hand over her chest. “I just wanna hold you. Can I hold you, angel?”
You nod wordlessly, holding her even tighter. Something feels wrong, a foreboding shadow devouring all of the warmth in the room.
But you ignore it. She’ll tell you when she’s ready.
Thump… Thump… Thump…
You slowly relax into her. Blinking heavily, you lazily turn your head and peck her throat.
Thump… Thump… Thump…
The steady, rhythmic thump of Sevika's heart lulls you to sleep.
Thump… Thump… Thump…
Hazily, you feel the soft caress of her lips on your forehead. They linger and her chest rumbles with unheard words beneath your cheek.
Thump… Thump… Thump…
Groaning, you grope blindly at the cold sheets, your fingers searching for any sign of warmth. Grunting, you raise your head blearily, squinting against the harsh brightness of the room. “Sevika?” You mumble, your voice thick with sleep and confusion.
With a loud thud, you flop your head back into the pillow.
Sitting up with a pout, you push yourself out of bed and fumble around for some underwear and your nightdress. As you blink away the remnants of sleep, your gaze falls on a familiar strip of leather lying innocently on your dresser. Your heart pounds in your chest as that feeling of unease returns.
You stare at the necklace, your heart in your throat. Approaching it with cautious steps, your shaky fingers brush against its smooth surface.
Why would-
A jolt of recognition and fear shoots through you. You jump back with a gasp and spin around the room in a panic. Your heart pounds in your throat as you frantically search for any sign of her - but it's all gone.
The stable. She wouldn’t leave without-
You jump down the stairs, twisting your ankle in your haste. “Sevika!?!” You call out, desperation lacing your voice.
Ignoring the pain, you run to the stables. Your thin dress ripples around you as you sprint down the path.
Your mom's hand rests gently on your arm, but you barely feel it as you rush forward. "Sevika!"
Your mom follows close behind, speaking softly in a sympathetic tone. “Baby, she’s-“
Tears spill down your cheeks. “She wouldn’t. Not like this.” You insist through trembling breaths. “Sevika!!”
There’s no answer.
A warm hand brushes your back trying to offer comfort, but you shrug it off. Your mom’s voice is low and soothing as you stalk toward the stall where her horse should be. “John’s dead. Some of the workers found him in-”
Her voice muffles, growing distant, as static fills your ears. The stall is empty.
Inhaling a shaky breath, you mumble. “I’m goin’ for a ride.”
Your mom's voice pierces the air, shouting and screaming pleas in a desperate attempt to stop you. But you ignore her, jumping onto Honey.
Digging the heels of your feet into her fur, she flies out of the stables, matching your urgency.
A frantic drumbeat echoes in your chest as you jump from Honey’s back and sprint into the garden. Your garden.
The trees blur past as you leap through the gap, scanning the surroundings for any sign of her. Honey picks up on your anxious energy and mimics it, trotting restlessly in circles beside you.
Brittle, browning pink and orange flowers flatten under her hooves. Swallowing down a feeling of nausea, you frantically search for her among the sea of red tulips that cover the ground.
Each delicate petal seems to mock you as your heart aches with longing. With anger and confusion.
Your whole body trembles as the reality of her absence hits you. Your hair raises as the sensation of cold numbness spreads through you. Turning away, you run.
You run away from the house. You run away from the stables. Away from the Saloon. Away from the garden. You run away from every blurred face in town.
…
White hot pain blurs your vision. Your breath comes out in ragged gasps as you slowly pull Honey to a stop. Her sleek fur has grown sticky and matted under your legs.
Nausea rolls in your stomach as you peel your legs from her back. Gritting your teeth, you slowly lower yourself to the ground. Your swollen ankle buckles, your hands flailing to find purchase on the slick fur. Collapsing into the ground, you scream, grasping your foot.
A throbbing burn pulses down your legs and you release your foot with a whimper. With trembling hands, you raise your skirts to examine the source of the pain and are met with raw, shredded skin along your thighs. The pain in your body is excruciating, a constant pulsating that hums through your body.
Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you resist the urge to scream. Honey nudges you with her nose and you push her away.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
She chews on the cotton material of your dress. You cringe away from her. "Please." You plead weakly. "You're makin’ it worse."
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Ignoring your pleas, Honey continues to gnaw on the fabric while you try to hold yourself. Sniffling, you lift your head and are met with a familiar sight - a stain on a nearby rock. It’s now faded into a rusty grey color. A smeared handprint above a large blood stain.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
The piercing shriek that reverberates from your lips is raw and guttural, animalistic.
Sevika groans, grasping her side. Warmth floods onto her hand as blood trails down her arm. Digging her heels into dark fur, she urges the horse faster.
She huffs, shaking her head as she tries to chase away the darkness fogging the edges of her vision. Her snarl quickly fades, her body unable to resist the exhaustion consuming her.
content: Sevika x fem reader, errors/mistakes, wild west au, outlaw/cowboy sevika, young adult sevika, strained mother/daughter relationship, fighting/violence, guns, blood/gore, violence against animals, description of animal harm/mutilation, name calling, canon character cameo
wc: ~8k
a/n: This fic was inspired by the ao3 fic, I'm a Lady Lover Darlin', by Athena_Winter13. I love Sevika and cowboy Sevika hits different. Also this turned out to be pretty long, so I'll be posting it in 3 or 4 big chunks.
MINORS DNI NSFW 18+
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The setting sun warms your face as you urge your horse faster. The town lights fade behind you as you ride further into the plains.
Slowing your pace, you click your tongue against your teeth in frustration. Dismounting, you pace back and forth, clawing a hand through your hair in agitation.
“I don’t understand, Honey. Mama’s crazy. I mean-” Scoffing humorlessly, you spin towards the light brown horse and throw your arms out by your sides. “I’m doin’ just fine on the ranch. Don’t need no man to keep up the ranch. Pa’s been gone a while and she’s done just fine without him.”
Your heaving chest gradually slows as you silently stand there, watching Honey peacefully graze on a patch of grass. Groaning, you rub your face. “I know. I know. She’s just worried for me but that don’t mean-”
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Your hair whips wildly against your face as you spin towards the noise. The foliage rustles, branches trembling together.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Furrowing your brows, you curse yourself for leaving the gun at the ranch. Scanning your surroundings, you desperately search for a weapon but only find a large stick. You can't help but laugh at your own stupidity before picking up the branch and cautiously approaching the source of the clacking. The sound of horse hooves and whinnying grows louder as you move closer, treading lightly around the dense foliage.
And then you see her.
A woman, around your age, lying on the ground. Blood darkens the material of her clothes and two shiny pistols lie holstered on her hip. Her muscular arms lay limp on her outstretched legs.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Your eyes snap towards a large horse, its’ dark coat gleaming in the lowering sun. Swallowing nervously, you cautiously throw away your makeshift weapon and raise a placating hand towards the horse. He responds with a loud whinny and waves his head towards the woman. Your mind races with questions and theories as you take tentative steps towards the stranger.
"Yeah, sure. I got it, I got it... Hope your owner doesn't kill me." You mutter under your breath, trying to mask your nerves. "Or is alive." You add even quieter.
Grimacing, you lower to your knees. You eye her pistols, watching her as you slowly take them out of her holsters.
Placing a gentle hand on the woman’s shoulder, you nudge her in an effort to wake her. Suddenly, she jolts awake and you let out a scream, falling backwards in surprise. Snarling, she reaches for her guns.
Heart racing, you press a hand to your chest to calm your rushed breaths. The stranger struggles to keep her eyes open.
"Yah know, your growlin’ and huffin’ loses a bit of its’ scary when you’re bleedin’ out." You joke, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere. Slowly rising to your feet, you wave her pistols at her. "I took these just in case you tried to kill me."
Wrinkling your nose at her defensive stance, you shrug. "Though I'm sure you could kill me without it." You shove the guns deep into your skirt pocket and scan her form again. As much as you joked about her not looking scary, she definitely is. Pressed into a boulder and growling like a cornered animal.
With a worried expression, you gently lower yourself to the ground, trying to show the woman that you mean no harm. "Listen." You say softly. “My town’s close. It’s small but we’ve got a doctor that can help you.”
Her silver eyes are frantic with fear and desperation as she scowls at you. “My guns, now.” She demands raspily.
Pursing your lips to the side, you frown at her. “With all due respect ma’am, I’d feel more secure if you didn’t have your guns.”
Her face is unwavering and she stares in silence.
Your lips part as you grow incredulous, watching as her red cloak wettens further with blood. Groaning, you cave. You make your annoyance clear as you sigh, pressing the cylinder release on each revolver. Eyeing her sarcastically, you tip the guns. The bullets clang against one another as they fall to the ground.
Tossing them into her lap, you smile sharply. “Happy now?”
She quickly holsters them on her thighs. Grunting, the sound layered in pain, she presses a bloody hand against the rough surface of the boulder and slowly pushes herself to her feet. You step forward instinctively to help her, but she gives you a pointed glare.
Huffing in frustration, you stand with your arms crossed, watching as she struggles to stay upright against the rock wall. You roll your eyes at her stubbornness. “Plan on gettin’ on that horse all by yourself too, cowboy?” You say, unimpressed.
Sweat beads down her forehead and she can't hide her sharp intake of breath as she sways. Her face takes on a grayish hue and you rush to her side, ignoring her protests. “Easy, cowboy. Let’s getcha all patched up and you can be on your merry way, hmm?”
As you try to lead her towards her horse, her legs tangle with yours and you stumble, struggling to support her weight.
“C’mon.” You pant, urging her horse closer. “You wanted me to help and I’m helpin’. You gotta come a little closer.” You grunt out.
It doesn’t. You curse this stubborn, beautiful woman and her equally infuriating horse.
Tears fill your eyes in anticipation of getting her on the horse. You bite your tongue to keep from crying out, grunting with effort as you finally reach the stallion. You press your damp forehead into its fur, taking a moment to catch your breath.
Before you can fully gather yourself, the stranger slips out of your grasp and mounts her horse. Your eyes grow wide as she heaves herself onto the stallion’s back.
Gasping, you throw your arms around her muscular thigh as she falls limp. Pressing your head into her thigh, you grit your teeth. “God-fucking-dammit.”
You take a few deep breaths, preparing yourself before jumping onto the horse behind her and using your body to steady her with each slow movement.
You wrap your arms around her tightly and grab onto the reins. A quick click of your tongue summons your horse to your side. And with that, you start your slow journey back to town.
Sevika slowly opens her eyes to the sight of a wooden ceiling above her. The bed beneath her feels soft and comfortable, a luxury she hasn't experienced in a long time. As she moves to sit up, her hand automatically falls to her stomach and she finds clean bandages wrapped around the wound. With a groan, she heaves her legs over the side of the bed and stands, wincing at the nauseating pain that shoots through her body.
Stumbling towards the door, she hears muffled voices coming from outside.
...
You resist the urge to groan. “Mama, I-”
Your mother’s voice is short as her face scrunches in anger. “You don’t know her. How many times I gotta tell you, she could’a hurt you. And you shouldn’t have been out so far past sundown.”
Your voice grows slightly high pitched as you try to defend yourself. “Mama, that’s not-”
“You think just anybody gets shot like that. You-”
You sigh, rolling your eyes. Absentmindedly, your eyes wander to a corner behind your mother. A small spider has inhabited the space, a fly flails in its intricate web and you watch in fascination.
“Are you listening to me?” Your mother’s sharp voice pierces your ears.
Wincing, you peek one eye at her and shrug. “Would it help if I said yes?”
She inhales a breath to continue, but the door is pushed open, interrupting her lecture. You sigh in relief as your mother turns to the stranger. Her lips part in a strained smile. Your mother’s voice is steely as she introduces you both to the stranger. “Good to see you awake, been nappin’ for quite a while. Gave everyone in town quite the scare.”
The woman glances at you, before nodding to your mother. She gruffly speaks, her throat scratchy and dry. “How long have I been ‘nappin’?”
Grimacing, you take a hesitant step forward and answer. “Bout four days.”
Her eyes rake over your frame, almost dismissively. Your mother glances between you skeptically, her voice protective as she steps into the space between you. “What’s your name, stranger?”
Clearing her throat, the woman ignores your mother's question and shifts her muscular frame against the wooden door frame. Her voice is demanding. “Where’s my stuff?”
You wince at her tone and quickly intervene. “Your horse’s bein’ well taken care of. Your stuff’s just in the room behind you.” Your eyes flicker to your mom, before you give the stranger a purposeful nod into the room. “I can help get you settled, right mama?” You turn back to your mother and flash her an innocent smile.
Your mother’s eyes pinch in anger before she covers it up with a wide grin, her knuckles white as she grips her skirt tightly. “I’ll get started on dinner then. You let me know if you need anything.” She looks at you with a mix of frustration and concern before hesitantly going downstairs.
You both watch her leave, the air thick with tension.
Your smile fades as soon as she's out of sight. Turning to face the stranger, you lift a brow at her unmoving form. “You gonna go in or you wanna ask your questions out here?” You ask dryly, your voice laced with annoyance.
You both silently sit on opposing sides of the room. Grimacing, your eyes dance around the room while hers remain steady on you. You fidget under her intense gaze, nervously scratching at your wrist. Letting out a resigned sigh, you finally break the tense stillness. “I told you, I had to hide ‘em so that they’d help you. I’m sorry.”
Silver eyes darken into a murky gray and she purses her lips angrily. “Well, un-hide them and bring them to me.”
Huffing a breath, you roll your shoulders and meet her gaze. “And where exactly do you plan on hidin’ them? You look plenty scary and everyone in town is already keepin’ a close eye on you. If they see you carryin’ then there’s no tellin’ what they’ll do.”
The stranger's eyes narrow, the intensity of her glare sending a chill down your spine. “If you think I can’t kill a few deputies with my hands, you're wrong.”
Sputtering, you jump out of your seat and frantically wave your hands in front of you. “Woah, woah, woah. Hold your horses, cowboy. Ain’t no lawmen here. I told you, my town’s small. If you’re runnin’ from something’ then this was the best place to end up.”
The stranger remains expressionless, causing another uncomfortable silence to settle over the room. Your nerves begin to tingle and your tongue feels like lead in your mouth. Cringing, your voice comes out awkward and rushed. “So- uhh- you hungry? And what’s your name? If you don’t wanna tell anyone your name for whatever reason then just give me a fake name. Jus’ somethin’ to call you by would be nice instead of ‘stranger’, yah know?”
Sighing, Sevika feels a gnawing hunger in her stomach. Huffing another annoyed breath, she stands and answers you. “Sevika.”
You quickly move ahead of her and send her an unsure smile. “S’good to meet yah Sevika. If that’s your real name. Oh, and just so you know, you kind of smell like shit right now. But don't worry, I'll show you where the shower is later." The words spill out of your mouth before you can stop them. Silently sighing in embarrassment, you cringe, your shoulders curling in on themselves.
With a deep breath, you rise from your crouched position. Adjusting your hat, you click your tongue and swing your leg over Honey. With a steady trot, you follow the fence line, scanning for any signs of further damage or breaches. Absentmindedly, your mind wanders to the stranger in your home. Sevika.
The sun beats down relentlessly as you guide Honey along the fence line. Your thoughts drift back to Sevika, wondering what kind of trouble she might be in. A woman with a gunshot wound doesn't exactly scream 'law-abiding citizen.' But there's something about her that intrigues you, despite her gruff demeanor.
A flicker in your peripheral vision snaps you back to attention. You pull Honey to a stop, squinting against the glare. Seeing a small gap in the fence where the barbed wire has frayed, you approach the damaged section. With a grunt, you dismount.
As you examine the break, the sound of approaching hoofbeats makes you turn. Your breath catches in your throat as you see Sevika riding towards you, her red cloak billowing behind her. She still looks grey and sickly.
Frowning, you shield your eyes from the sun and speak up to her. “The hell are you doin’?”
Sevika scowls at you. “I’m leavin’.”
Nodding, you send her a sarcastic smile. “And exactly, how far do you think you’ll get before you bleed out?” Shrugging, you chuckle mockingly. “And this time I won’t be there to rescue you, princess.”
Sevika's scowl deepens at your words. She shifts uncomfortably in the saddle, her face drawn in pain. "I can take care of myself." She growls, but her voice lacks any real heat as she grasps her side.
You raise an eyebrow, eyeing her skeptically. "Sure you can. That's why I found you half-dead in the middle of nowhere." You take a step closer to her horse, your voice softening. "Look, I get it. You're not the type to sit still and let others help you. But you're in no shape to be ridin’ off alone."
Sevika's jaw clenches as she glares down at you, clearly torn between her desire to leave and the reality of her condition. You can see the internal struggle playing out on her face.
With a sigh, you place your hands on your hips. "You've got a safe place to rest up and heal. Why the rush to leave?"
Her silver eyes narrow suspiciously. "Why do you care? You don't know me."
"Maybe my mama’s teachin’s of that ‘take care of thy neighbor’ bullshit finally stuck." You retort with a smirk. "Or maybe I don’t want the supplies and time I spent on the mysterious stranger I rescued to go to waste." You lie, attempting to appease her.
Sevika remains silent, her gaze intense as she studies you. You can almost see the gears turning in her head as she weighs her options.
Finally, she lets out a resigned sigh and slowly slides off her horse. “I’m not takin’ your pity. I’ll work for everything. And I want my shit back.” She grumbles.
Eyeing her from the corner of your eye, you grab your tools and give her an easy task. In her pain induced haze, she doesn’t notice.
You both work in silence for hours, the repairs taking longer with her help.
Wiping the sweat from your brow, you glance over at Sevika. She's leaning heavily against a nearby post, her face ashen and her breathing labored.
"Alright, the fence’s done." You announce, trying to keep the concern out of your voice. "Let's head back and get somethin’ to eat."
Sevika opens her mouth to protest, but a sudden wave of pain causes her to grimace and clutch at her side. You move quickly to support her and she attempts to push you away.
"Don't be stubborn." You mutter as you help her onto her horse. "You've done more than enough to earn your keep today. If you don’t rest now, you’ll just have to stay longer." With an exhausted nod, Sevika trots to the house.
You quickly follow behind, hovering close to her.
Reaching the bunkhouse, you leave the horses at the porch. Finding the building empty, you nod towards the bathroom. “Why don’t you go clean up, replace your bandages, and I’ll get started on the food?”
Sevika hesitates, her pride clearly battling with her exhaustion and pain. Finally, she gives a curt nod, gathering some clothes and limping towards the bathroom, one hand still pressed against her wound.
You busy yourself in the small kitchen, throwing together a hearty stew. As you're stirring the pot, you hear the bathroom door open. Sevika emerges, her hair damp and her face looking slightly healthier.
"Sit." You say, nodding towards the table. "Food's almost ready."
Sevika obeys without protest, sinking into a chair with a barely concealed wince. You ladle out two bowls of stew and set one in front of her, along with a chunk of bread.
You both eat in silence. Each spoonful of food is a slow, deliberate movement as you watch her closely, your eyes fixed on her stomach.
Your spoon scrapes against the bottom of the bowl as you study her. "How's your stomach?" You finally ask, your question laced with worry and concern.
Sevika pauses mid-bite, her silver eyes flicking up to meet yours. For a moment, she says nothing, seeming to weigh her words carefully.
"It's fine." She finally grunts, returning her attention to her bowl.
You can't help but scoff at her stubborn response. "Yeah, alright."
Sevika's eyes narrow at you, but you ignore it. "Look, I know you're not one for showin' weakness or askin' for help. But if that wound gets infected, you could die. So how about we cut the bullshit and you tell me how it's really feelin'?" You say bluntly.
For a long moment, Sevika just stares at you, her face unreadable. Then, almost imperceptibly, her shoulders slump.
"It… hurts." She admits reluctantly. “And I…”
She trails off and you wave your hand for her to continue. Sighing, her spoon plops into the bowl as she drops it. “I couldn’t change the bandages.”
You nod, pursing your lips. "Alright, let's take a look then."
Sevika hesitates, her pride clearly warring with her need for help. Finally, she gives a curt nod and slowly stands, grimacing as the movement pulls at her wound.
You lead her to the bathroom, gesturing for her to sit on the edge of the tub.
"Shirt off." You instruct, rummaging through a cabinet for fresh bandages and antiseptic.
Sevika complies slowly, her movements stiff and pained. Kneeling in front of her, your eyes meet hers briefly before you focus on her wound.
"This might hurt a bit." You warn softly as you begin to peel away the old bandages. Sevika remains stoic, but you can see the tension in her jaw as she grits her teeth against the pain.
The wound is angry and red, but thankfully shows no signs of infection. You clean it gently, feeling Sevika's muscles tense under your touch.
Attempting to distract her, you start talking. “It looks good so far, no inflammation or anythin’. Should take about 2 or 3 months to fully heal.”
As you work on Sevika's wound, you can feel her intense gaze on you. You try to keep your hands steady as you apply the fresh bandages, hyper-aware of her proximity and the warmth radiating from her skin.
"There." You say softly, smoothing down the last edge of the bandage. "All done."
You look up, meeting Sevika's silver eyes. For a moment, neither of you move. Then Sevika clears her throat, breaking the spell.
"Thanks." She mutters gruffly, reaching for her shirt.
You stand quickly, averting your eyes as she buttons up her shirt. "No problem. Just… let me know if you need help again, alright?"
Sevika nods curtly, her walls firmly back in place.
Nodding back, you send her a tense smile and leave.
Sevika is still cautiously detached, but you can see the tension, ever so slowly, dissipating with each day as she regains her strength.
Running your tongue over your dry lips, you rub your face in frustration and slowly traipse towards the horse stables. As you approach, the sound of raised voices catches your attention and your feet quicken into a run.
“Watch your tongue, boy.”
“Fuck. You. If you think that bitch dotin’ on you means anything, then-”
You burst into the stables, heart pounding. Sevika stands tall over John’s smaller figure, her fists clenched at her side. John's face is red with anger, a vein throbbing in his forehead.
"Hey." You hiss, rushing between them. "What the hell is goin' on?"
John sneers, pointing an accusing finger at Sevika. "This outsider thinks she can just waltz in here. She don't belong here!"
Sevika's eyes flash dangerously. "I don't want nothin' from you or this town. I'll be leaving as soon as I can."
You place a hand on Sevika's arm, feeling the tension in her muscles. "John. Back off."
John spits on the ground. "What?” He asks incredulously, before his tone shifts condescendingly. “Why? You too busy lickin’-”
With a fierce growl, you curl your hand into a tight fist and put all your weight behind it. The force of your punch meets the bridge of his nose with a loud crunch, causing his face to whip violently to the side. Undeterred, he quickly retaliates with a hit to your mouth.
Grunting through the pain, you launch yourself at him in a tackle. Straddling him, your knees pin his arms to the ground and you unleash a series of punches on his face. Each impact sends shockwaves of pain through both of you, but adrenaline fuels you.
Sevika stands to the side, silently watching you.
Moving back, you spit on the ground next to him. "You crazy fucking bitch!" John wails, his voice muffled by his hands.
You stand over him, your fist still clenched and shaking with anger. "Leave and don’t fuckin’ come back." You snarl.
John stumbles onto his feet, shooting both you and Sevika a venomous glare before stumbling out of the stable. As the sound of his footsteps fades, you turn to Sevika, your anger slowly dissipating.
"You alright?" You ask, eyeing her with concern.
Sevika’s face is an unreadable mask. "Didn't need your help.”
Scoffing out a laugh, you flex your aching hands. “Who said I was defendin’ you? He essentially called me a cock ridin’ bitch and it’s not the first time he’s mouthed off. Been dyin’ to get rid of that asshole.”
Sevika turns her head away from you, her silver eyes sparkling with amusement as she exhales. You feel the tension in your body release and a warmth spread through your chest at the sight of her smile, albeit small.
Her gaze roams over your figure as she licks her lips and tilts her head, studying you intently. A mischievous glint flashes in her silver eyes as she speaks. “Who woulda thought somethin’ so little and gentle like you, coulda put a grown man on his ass?”
Huffing out a tired laugh, you swipe a bead of blood from your lip. “Oh, I’m plenty gentle. But I’m rough when I need tah get the job done, baby.” A playful smile tugs at your lips as you glance at Sevika before dusting yourself off. “And I wouldn’t exactly call John a grown man.”
Sevika hides a smirk and nods towards the house, her voice teasing. “Guess it’s my turn to play nurse, huh?”
You nod, wincing as the adrenaline fades. “Fuck, I forgot how much that fucking hurts." Sevika's smirk widens as you shake out your hands, following you back to the house.
As you both make your way back to the house, you can't help but notice the way Sevika's eyes linger on you. There's a newfound respect in her gaze, mixed with something else you can't quite place.
Inside, Sevika starts rummaging through drawers for the first aid kit.
“Underneath the sink.” You perch on the edge of the table, watching her move and bend despite her own injury.
"Got it." She says gruffly, turning back to you with supplies in hand. She steps close, almost caging you against the table. Her body heat radiates against you as she examines your face. Her calloused fingers gently probe your swollen lip and you wince.
"Sorry." She mutters, her voice uncharacteristically soft. She begins cleaning the cut, her touch surprisingly gentle and you can’t help but stare at her as she works.
"You didn't have to do that." She murmurs, moving towards your bloodied knuckles.
You wince slightly at the sting. "Like I said, it wasn't just about you. John's had it comin' for a long time."
Grey eyes meet yours briefly before she silently nods. Swallowing, you ignore the flutter just below your navel and shakily speak. “Thank you.”
She pauses, her hand hovering in the air before slowly lowering it. Her lips part as she lifts her gaze, her breath catching slightly. You hold your own breath, watching as her eyes flicker to your lips before returning to meet yours.
A heavy warmth settles over your body as you feel the soft brush of her breath against your dry lips and you drop your eyes to her plush lips.
Her voice is low and husky as she responds. “Welcome.” Lowering her head towards yours, she starts closing the distance between your lips with agonizing slowness.
“What the hell happened!?!” The loud slam of the front door echoes through the house as your mother storms inside, her footsteps heavy and angry. You both instinctively move away from each other. Her touch still lingers on your skin and you feel your shoulders drop in disappointment.
Trying to compose yourself, you raise a hand to your mouth. You attempt to clear your throat, but only manage a small cough. "In here mama." Your voice breaks.
Your mother purses her lips when she sees you, before slowly approaching you. She looks tired, with dark circles under her eyes and lines of worry etched into her forehead. You avoid looking at either one of them as she grasps your chin and tilts your face towards hers. Sucking her teeth, she releases your chin and picks up your hand, roughly brushing her thumb over your bruised knuckles.
A sharp pain shoots through your hand and you instinctively pull it back. “Oww. What the hell mama?” You cry out in surprise.
Stepping back, your mother rubs her forehead in frustration. “What happened?” She asks, her voice laced with concern and disappointment.
Frowning at her, you speak defensively. “John was yellin all kinds a’ stuff and mouthin’ off. Was callin’ me names and stuff.”
Inhaling an angry breath, she closes her eyes. “You got into a fight with John cause he was callin’ you names?”
Smiling sarcastically, you shake your head. “Okay, well one, it wasn’t much of a fight. And two.” You glance at Sevika. “He called me a cum guzzlin whore. And a dick ridin’ cunt before he hit me. Was I not supposed to defend myself?” You ask, tone incredulous despite your embelishments.
Your mother's eyes widen in shock. She opens her mouth to speak but seems at a loss.
"This wasn’t the first time." Your mother finally manages, her voice strained at the statement. Sevika shifts closer to you, her eyes darting between you and your mother. "You should have come to me." She grits out.
You scoff, rolling your eyes. "And what would you have done, mama?"
Your mother's lips press into a thin line. "I would have believed you. I do believe you. I would have talked to him."
"I talked to him plenty." You retort, your voice rising. "Do you think that I can’t handle things myself?"
"That's not what I'm saying." Your mother insists firmly. “But you need to know what battles to fight and which to walk away from, especially if you’re gonna take over my ranch.”
You feel your anger rising, your face flushing with heat as your hands clench on the counter. “That’s all I’ve ever been prepared for. If I’m not ready, who’s fault do you think that is?”
Your mother's eyes narrow. “I should pop you in your goddamn mouth, girl. And that’s one fight you won’t ever be able to win.” Sevika tenses and your mother’s gaze flicks briefly to her before returning to you with heavy intensity.
Clenching your jaw, you send Sevika a look before taking a deep breath, visibly trying to calm yourself. “I’ve got everything from here, cowboy. Why don’t you head back to the bunkhouse and rest?”
Sevika ignores your mother’s annoyed glare, searching your face. “You sure?”
You feel a hint of comforting warmth break through the haze of anger and you nod with a small smile. “I’m sure, cowboy.”
Nibbling on your lip, you narrow your eyes at her after a moment of contemplation. Keeping your eyes on your mother, you move to Sevika and lower your voice. "Rafter. Above Honey’s stall.”
Recognition flashes over her face and you send her a nod, backing away. “I’ll see you in the mornin’.”
Sevika sends your mother a dark look before leaving you both alone to sit in the stifling silence.
Feeling the anger return in full force, you can’t help the bitter comment that whips off your tongue. “Still think John’s good for me mama? I told you, I didn’t like him.”
Narrowing her eyes, she purses her lips in anger. “No. You ran away, like a child.” She takes a step closer. “You’re a grown woman, act like it.” She hisses.
“I ran away, because if I hadn’t, I would have told you that I didn’t want a life like yours. Pathetically, waiting on hand and foot for a man I don't love, much less like.” You send her a sharp smile. “I was walking away.” You match her tone, throwing her words back at her as you turn away.
With a loud groan, you forcefully throw your blanket off of you. Your tired eyes burn and water as you struggle to fully open them. Weary and disoriented, you slowly pull yourself up and begin to clumsily get ready in the dimly lit room.
The lingering anger from your argument rises as you leave your room. You let out a loud sigh as you take slow, heavy, steps down the creaky stairs. Passively aggressively, you hope you’ve made enough noise to wake her up.
As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you pause, listening for any signs of movement from your mother's room. Nothing.
With a mixture of relief and disappointment, you head towards the kitchen. You move mechanically, chugging a glass of water and snatching an apple from the countertop.
With a crisp crunch, you take a bite of your apple and step out onto the wooden porch. The cool morning air greets your skin, causing you to shiver slightly. Moths flutter around the porch light, their delicate wings beating against the warm glow. In the distance, crickets chirp in harmony.
Then. They don’t. The sounds of nature are replaced by an eerie silence that settles over the ranch.
Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you mutter under your breath. “What the fuck?”
As you move closer, squinting your eyes in the darkness, you see it. A gap in the fence. Panic rises within you as growls and the sound of screeching animals fill the air.
The apple falls to the ground with a dull thump as you sprint back into the house. You take each step two at a time as you rush up to your mother's room. You burst through the door and with a flick of your wrist, you flip on the light. Flinging open the door to her closet, you push her clothes aside.
She jumps up with a gasp and screams. ”What the hell are you doin’!?!”
Ignoring her question, you grab the shotgun from its place and quickly load it with salt rounds.
"There's a hole in the fence." You explain urgently. “A pack got in. The dogs are holdin’ em off, but somethin’s wrong.”
Firmly gripping the gun, you rush out to the bunkhouse. Kicking open the door, you flip on the lights and shout. “Up, now! There’s a pack attackin’ the cattle.” They jump up and you don’t stay to watch them get ready.
Sprinting back out into the darkness, you deftly leap over the splintered remains of the fence, your gun raised.
The ranch dogs bark and snap at the snarling wolves surrounding them, but they are heavily outnumbered. The wolves’ ears are pressed flat against their heads, their hackles raised in anger. They refuse to back down, their eyes wild with hunger. Some are already stained with blood and bits of flesh hang from their gnarled mouths.
You take aim at the closest wolf and pull the trigger, unleashing a spray of salt rocks that hit its body with a loud crack. It flails in pain with a whimper, retreating slightly.
Heavy footfalls rush up behind you, but your eyes remain on the snarling animals. Taking aim again, you shoot, hitting another wolf. "What do you need me to do?" Sevika's voice echoes in your ear.
"You find those guns?" You grunt without taking your eyes off the advancing wolves.
“Yeah.” She responds gruffly.
Sighing with relief, you roll your shoulder. “Good. If they get too close, shoot.”
Closing in, you take careful aim and fire off shots at any that come within range. Sevika shoots a lunging wolf as the other ranch hands finally join you.
Gunfire and the sound of snarling wolves fills the air as you and the ranch hands fight to drive back the pack. Your ears ring from the constant barrage of shots, but you remain steady.
Sevika moves with surprising agility beside you, her own occasional shots ringing out. You catch glimpses of her in your peripheral vision - her face set in grim determination, silver eyes flashing in the darkness.
….
The chaos of the night fades as the sun begins to peek over the horizon. You stand amidst the aftermath, surveying the damage with a heavy heart. Several cattle lie motionless on the blood-stained grass, their bodies torn and mangled. The surviving herd huddles together, still trembling from the attack.
Your ranch hands move about, tending to the injured animals, disposing of the dead ones, and herding the frightened ones. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the acrid smell of gunpowder.
Sevika approaches you, her face grim and spattered with dirt and blood. "How bad is it?" She asks, her voice low and gravelly.
You run a hand through your hair, your exhaustion and stress evident in every movement. "Could've been worse." You mutter. "Lost about four, maybe more. Won't know the full extent 'til we search the ranch and do a proper count".
Rubbing the crease between your brows, you sigh. “Fuck me, it’s too early for this shit.”
Striding over to one of the corpses, you bend down and carefully examine the dead cow. Its once plump and healthy body now lies lifeless on the ground, chunks missing and entrails spilling into the grass below.
“What’re you lookin’ for?” Sevika wrinkles her nose in disgust, covering it slightly with her hand.
Narrowing your eyes, you furrow your brow in concern. "Somethin' don't feel right." You mutter, clicking your tongue as you tilt your head. You inspect the blood that covers the cow's body, noticing how it has congealed into a thick, dark brown crust around the edges. “Does this look fresh to you?”
She shrugs indifferently. “I don’t know.”
Standing up straight, you use your boot to lift the cow's head, revealing a clean line on its neck. Closing your eyes briefly, you let out a seething sigh. “Shit.” You curse.
Running a hand over your weary face, you wince as your fingers brush against the cut on your lip. It stings and you can taste the metallic tang of blood as you stalk towards the broken fence.
Examining the damage with a deep frown, you turn to one of the ranch hands standing nearby. “Lay it on me, Arlo. What’d you find?” You say with a tense exhale.
“Well.” He begins, lifting his hat to scratch at his head. Flicking his nose, he points at the fence post with a calloused finger. “I don’t know of any axe-wieldin’ wolves, but it looks like the posts were hacked to shit and the railing planks were tossed.”
Raising your hand, you lightly trace the splintered wood of the fence post.
Wiping sweat from his forehead, he continues. “The gate’s bein’ worked on now. But whoever did this was pretty pissed.”
Nodding in agreement, you drop your hand and pat him on the shoulder with gratitude.
Stepping away from the fence, you shield your eyes from the harsh rays of the sun, peering up at the house. Your mother sits on the porch, her expression unreadable as she rocks back and forth in her chair. You release a tense breath and roll your shoulders. Deciding to retreat to the stables, you drop your hand and turn towards Sevika, silently gesturing for her to follow.
You both settle onto a bench and you prop up the shotgun against the wall beside you. Rubbing your hands on your thighs, you attempt to still them as they tremble with residual adrenaline.
"Nice thing to wake up to, ain’t it?" Sevika's gravelly voice breaks the silence.
You grunt in response, acknowledging her statement with a slight nod.
Sevika shifts, her thigh brushing yours as she leans back into the wall. “How you doin’?” Her silver eyes flick up to meet yours.
“I’m fine.” You reply curtly.
Immediately regretting your tone, you cringe inwardly. But Sevika simply chuckles lowly, a deep rumble that eases the tightness in your chest. “Yeah, alright. How’re your face and hands?”
“Care to take a closer look for yourself, cowboy?” The retort slips easily, too easily, from your lips and you immediately regret it. Your eyes dart around around nervously and you straighten, clearing your throat. “This is a fuckin’ mess. Wonder what happened.” Your tone is laced with sarcasm.
Sevika studies you for a moment as you avoid making eye contact. Eventually, she nods and clears her throat before leaning onto her knees, her thigh rubbing against yours. “John.” She huffs out.
You ignore the heat of her thigh and rest your head against the wall with a groan. “Can’t wait to have that conversation. Mama’s gonna be real great to talk to after yesterday.” Your words are dripping with cynism and frustration.
You close your eyes, letting out a long exhale. Sevika remains silent beside you, her presence oddly comforting.
After a few moments, you open your eyes and turn to face her. "He's always been a sore loser, but this is a new low. He couldn’t have made it more obvious. I mean, the timin's too convenient. Right after our fight, and the cattle… " You trail off, shaking your head.
Sevika's jaw clenches, her grey eyes tracing the angry lines etched on your face. The muscles in her jaw tense and flex as she speaks. "Why was he around for so long?"
You scowl, feeling a surge of fury rising in your chest. “You can thank my mama for that.” Your voice comes out low and harsh, your words dripping with bitterness. Rubbing your temples, you stand up from your seat.
"Well, I’m off to see the wizard." You try to inject some humor into your statement, but it falls flat in the tense atmosphere. "Wish me luck, cowboy." You lift the shotgun into your hands.
Sevika's eyes narrow dangerously, her gaze following you as you make your way towards the door. "If you need me." She says with a hint of worry. "I’ll be close by."
Sending her a grateful smile, you nod silently in farewell before making your exit.
Each step towards the house feels like trudging through quicksand, each one sapping more and more of your energy.
Your mother continues staring, expressionless, at the damage to the ranch as you step onto the porch. The old chair beneath her squeaks with each rocking movement.
Sitting down on the old wicker chair, it lets out a tired creak, matching your own exhausted sigh. You lay the gun across your lap, nervously picking at the skin around your fingers as your eyes dart back and forth between each worker on the ranch, their faces reflecting the same exhaustion that you feel.
"We still need to search the ranch but we know we lost four." You begin. "Three are injured, one went into labor early. But the rest are fine, just scared shitless." You pause, rubbing your burning eyes. “Gate and fence should be finished in the next few hours. George’s circlin’ the perimeter, lookin’ for any other damage and strays, and I’ll go back around later.”
Squeak… Squeak… Squeak…
You lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees and letting out another heavy sigh.
Rubbing your chin, you lick your lips and draw in a deep breath. “We both know who did this.” You squint into the distance with a frown.
Slowly turning to you, she finally responds, lifting a mocking eyebrow. “And what are you gonna do about that exactly?”
Your nose flares in anger and you clench your hands in restraint. “I’m not gonna sit here and do nothing. I have to do something. And I’m gonna start with finding him.” You hiss with a tense jaw.
With determination in your shoulders, you stand and walk towards the stables. The ground crunches under your boots as you make your way down the path. “Look at what happened the last time you did something.” She calls out behind you.
Your mother's words hit you, stopping you in your tracks. You whirl around, eyes blazing with anger and hurt.
"What happened last time?” You say, your voice high with disbelief. “You mean when I defended myself against that asshole? When I stood up for myself like you never did?"
She rises from her chair, her own eyes flashing. "I'm talkin' about you pickin' fights you can't win. Look what it's cost us already!"
"Cost us?" You spit back. "This ain't on me, mama. This is on John, and on you for bringin' him 'round here in the first place!"
Your mother's face hardens. "Watch your tone, girl. I'm still your mama."
"Then act like it!" You shout, your voice cracking with emotion. You roughly tap your chest. "For once, just fucking once, take my side!"
You don't wait for her response, spinning on your heel. Spotting George’s approaching group, you redirect towards him.
As he begins to dismount, you raise a hand. “Hold on. Tell me what you found first.”
Leaning forward on his saddle, he readjusts himself before answering. “Someone clipped the barbed wire in two spots. We’ve already patched ‘em up. Found three more dead cows."
The relentless sun beats down on your back, causing a bead of sweat to trickle down your spine. You nod, squinting up at George. “I need you and whoever else you pick to pay a visit to Mama John. If her son’s there, bring him here. If he’s not, question her.”
You turn towards the stables and Nora calls out to you. “Think it was John, boss?”
You scoff, not pausing in your strides. “I don’t think. I know.“
As you approach, you see Sevika leaning against the stable door, arms crossed over her chest. Her silver eyes meet yours, a question in their depths.
"I'm goin' after him." You say before she can ask. "You comin'?"
A ghost of a smile flits across Sevika's face and she pushes off of the door. "Lead the way angel."
You give a grateful nod, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. "Thanks for havin' my back out there." You squeeze her arm as you brush past her.
As you saddle up Honey, you sneak a glance at Sevika and see her shrug nonchalantly, her face giving away little. "Didn't do much." She says in a cool tone.
"You did plenty. Quick on the draw, even with that boo-boo of yours." You insist softly, trying to convey your sincerity. "I'm glad you were there.”
Pausing on the buckles of the saddle, you lock eyes with her. “That you’re here." You say with emphasis.
That emotion you can't place flickers over Sevika's face again. She clears her throat and jumps onto her stallions back. "So, where’re we headin’?"
As you lick your dry lips, your gaze drifts down before returning to Sevika. You mount your horse with a grunt. “Doesn’t have much family, but his mama’s got a house on the edge of town. I sent a pair of ‘em that way.” You nod towards one of the dusty roads before heading in the opposite direction. “We’ll split off. Head to the general store.”
Raising an eyebrow, she follows closely behind you. The streets are lined with wooden buildings, some showing signs of wear and tear while others gleam with fresh paint. As you pass by, heads turn to watch your arrival, their nosy eyes hungrily biting into your skin. But you pay them no mind, focusing instead on the path to the general store.
Sevika meets every invasive gaze with a glare, and tilts her head at you in curiosity. “The owner a gossip?”
Puffing out an amused breath, you shake your head. “Nah, but I’ll be sure to call him that to piss him off sometime.”
Finally, you reach the center of town. The wooden structure looms ahead, its creaky sign swinging gently in the breeze.
You can hear the whispers from curious onlookers as you guide Honey to a stop in front of the building. Dismounting, you tie Honey’s reigns to the railing and wait for Sevika.
As she slides off her horse, you lean in close and lower your voice. "Don’t mind him if he starts teasin’. He’s harmeless."
Sevika nods, her eyes scanning the street warily. "And if he isn’t?"
You shrug, pushing open the creaky wooden door. "He is."
As you both enter the store, a bell chimes softly overhead. The air inside is cool and musty, a welcome relief from the scorching heat outside. Shelves lined with various goods stretch from floor to ceiling, creating narrow aisles throughout the space.
A heavyset man with prominent mutton chops looks up expectantly from behind the counter, his eyes lingering on Sevika. "Was wondering when you’d show up." He drawls, setting aside the ledger he was writing in.
You approach the counter, your boots creaking against the wooden floorboards. "You seen John?"
His bushy eyebrows furrow downward in sympathy. "Hate to tell you this, kid." He pauses, glancing over your shoulder at Sevika. “But he’s gone. ”
Your heart drops and you shake your head in disbelief. “What d’you mean he’s gone?”
Rubbing the bridge of his nose wearily with a meaty hand, he sighs deeply. “I mean, he's gone. He left.” Raising his head, he nods towards the back of the shop. “The boy spotted ‘im high-tailin’ it out of town on horseback at sunrise.”
Your heart sinks as you realize how you just barely missed him. Sevika’s monotoned voice helps ground you slightly. “Any guess on how far he could be? Where he’d go?”
He shakes his head, with an apologetic smile. “I don’t. But I’ll let you know if I hear anything.”
“Thank you Benzo. I appreciate it, like always.” You reply dejectedly.
He gives a slight nod in return. “Course, kid. M’ sorry I couldn’t have been more help.”
You knock a bruised knuckle against the counter in frustration before shaking your head. “You were plenty help. It’s just not anythin’ I wanted to hear.”
Sending him a terse, but grateful smile, you both leave.
i need to voice this cause i can't stop thinking about it... but rhea ripley cosplaying as vi , especially goth vi... if that were to happen there's two options: one i start a riot or two i start seizing and my soul leaves my body...
content: Vi x reader, errors/mistakes, pit fighter Vi, alcoholism to cope, drunk Vi, vulnerable Vi, injured Vi, name calling, no sex but intimacy, reader bathes Vi, brief aggression from man at beginning, angst/comfort i think
wc: ~3.5k
a/n: Sooo, this is my first Arcane fic, but insanely excited. Don't know if this good but I have more I'm workin on. Can't believe arcane's over and idk wth I'm sposed to do now.
MINORS DNI NSFW 18+
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A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you massage your temple with two fingers, trying to ease the building headache.
“You frigid whore! Think you’re too good for me!?! For my money!?!” The man struggles helplessly in the unmoving arms of Wik. Wik grunts, his expression unreadable as he gazes at you.
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you dismiss Wik with a wave of your hand. He silently turns and disappears, the beaded curtains rattling together behind him. The man’s hysterical screaming rings in your ears.
Sinking back into the plush cushions of the couch, you sigh and shut your eyes.
Click. Click. Click.
The sound of heels clicking on the floor interrupts your attempt to ease the strain in your eyes.
You frown and slowly raise your head to face her. With a raised eyebrow, you wait.
Babbette's large, crimson eyes are narrowed in concern. She takes a step toward you, lifting a slim hand. Rolling your eyes, you reluctantly lift your arm into her grip. Her long nails dig into your skin as she inspects the deep scratches marring its surface.
Her eyes darken briefly before she releases your arm, allowing you to pull it back. With a dry tone, you speak. “I’m fine… Guess, I should stick to my regulars, huh?”
Babbette doesn't entertain your joke. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, studying you carefully for a long moment before finally speaking up. “Any chance you wanna tell me why you’re here? You don’t have any clients today…” You ignore the knowing tone of her voice.
Maintaining steady eye contact, you shrug stoically. “No.”
Babbette gives you a meaingful look but nods in understanding, silently waving her cigarette at you as she turns to leave. "Go home. Don't come back unless you have a client," she warns you before disappearing between the beaded curtains.
You watch her leave, the clicking of her heels fading. The silence that follows is deafening, the sounds of the brothel beyond your room feeling far and distant.
Sighing deeply, you rub a harsh hand over your face. The adrenaline from the earlier altercation is wearing off, leaving you feeling drained and hollow.
You know why you're here. But admitting it, even to yourself, feels like a step you're not ready to take. It's easier to lose yourself in the brothel, in the false intimacy and fleeting connections. Anything to avoid facing the emptiness that awaits you at home.
Slowly, you rise from the cushions, your body protesting with every movement. The scratches on your arm burn as you reach for your coat.
Gritting your teeth, you step out into the grimy street. The smell of vomit and stale beer invades your nostrils and you wrinkle your nose in disgust. The pounding behind your eyes intensifies, throbbing in sync with the pulsing of neon lights.
With a huff, you wrap your coat tighter around your body.
As you continue walking, the crowd thins and the darkness grows deeper. You feel a sense of relief at the quiet, your headache slowly easing.
Your home. Small. Dingy. But it's yours.
You can feel the tension in your body simultaneously ease and worsen with each step you take. Swallowing hard, you try to push down the growing sense of loneliness in your stomach and the conflicting need to be alone.
The feeling of another person is overwhelming. It burns your skin. Makes you want to peel it back and run… But it can be freeing. Touching someone else, caring for someone else and tending to their needs brings you a deep sense of contentment. You crave, yearn for it, that connection with someone. A connection that you’ll never have.
That sense of loss is overwhelming and you feel a gasp bubbling in your throat. Stumbling into a wall as you choke on your breath, you allow the cool brick to ground you. Closing your eyes, you run a hand over the rough texture of brick.
A sudden crash and slurred cursing from a nearby alley startles you. The tightness in your chest eases, replaced by a rush of adrenaline as your instincts kick in. As you cautiously approach the noise, your hand slips into the pocket of your skirt.
But as you round the corner, your posture relaxes and your hand falls limp at your side. You recognize the figure- drunk, off balance and stumbling, but familiar.
Vi. Your heart clenches at the sight of her, drunk and alone.
She’s become one of your regulars. A client, the only client, that makes your job not feel like one. You’ve developed a certain… fondness for her. One you shouldn’t have. One that could get you into trouble… like today.
It's impossible to deny the growing affection you have for her. After all, the loneliness in her eyes is one you know intimately- in every lingering touch, every desperate grip on your skin, every breath consumed.
"Vi?" you call softly, stepping into the alley.
She twists, nearly losing her balance as she faces you. Her clouded blue eyes struggle to find you in the dim light and she squints as she tries to place you. Recognition dawns slowly.
“Princess, watchu doin’ here?” Her slurred words muddle together and you sigh, taking in her disheveled appearance. You can make out a fresh bruise on her cheekbone.
"I could ask you the same thing." Your reply is soft and you take careful steps closer, your heels echoing in the narrow alley. "You okay?"
Vi snorts. "’M doin’ jus’ peachy, princess." Her shoe catches on a pile of garbage and she stumbles.
You quickly step forward, your hands instinctively reaching out to steady her before she falls. As soon as your hands meet her skin, she collapses into you, her head burying itself in the crook of your neck. You grunt as she leans into you, your knees almost buckling beneath you. You can smell the cheap liquor on her breath, mixed with the scent of sweat and blood on her skin.
The smell of alcohol intensifies as she mumbles against your skin, her words barely decipherable. "'M tired, princess… So fuckin' tired."
Furrowing your brow with concern, you hold her close to you, supporting her weight as she leans on you. "Let's get you home." Your voice is tender. "Where are you staying, gorgeous?" You hate seeing her like this. You’ve only ever seen her hurting. You desperately wish you could take away all of her pain, all of her hurt.
She doesn't answer and you gently nudge her, coaxing her eyes to meet yours. Seeing that you have her attention, you repeat your question. “Vi, where’s your home?”
She shrugs and tightens her arm around you. With a vague wave of her hand, she responds, nearly losing her balance. "Dunno. Don't matter."
Your heart clenches at the lost look in her eyes. You know you shouldn't, but… "My place isn't far."
Vi's unfocused gaze finds yours, a flicker of surprise crossing her powder blue eyes before they darken in defense. Her voice is gruff and the clearest it’s been. “You don’t have to.”
You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the heaviness in your chest. "I know I don't have to. I want to."
Vi stares at you for a long moment, her brows downturned in a frown.
With a nonchalant shrug of your shoulder, you attempt to give her an unconcerned glance. “You’ve got two options, gorgeous. A mediocre, semi-warm, semi-soft bed. Or a shitty alley.”
After a moment of contemplation, she nods and leans more of her weight against you. "Lead the way, princess."
The walk to your apartment is slow and unsteady. Vi stumbles more than once, and you have to pause frequently to readjust your grip on her. By the time you reach your door, you're both breathing heavily.
You fumble with your keys, struggling to keep Vi upright with one arm while unlocking the door with the other. Finally, you manage to get inside, kicking the door shut behind you.
Darkness greets you as you stagger into your apartment, wincing when your toe painfully collides with a sharp corner.
Vi chuckles at your soft curse, her breath hot against your neck. "Smooth, princess."
With groping hands, you search for the light switch amidst the darkness and roll your eyes. "Yeah and you’re just the epitome of smooth right now, gorgeous."
With gentle yet confident steps, you guide her further into your apartment. You can't help but feel a little self-conscious about the mess of your home, but you try to push those thoughts aside as you focus on helping Vi.
Entering your bedroom, she suddenly tenses up, her muscles tightening beneath your hands. "Wait," she slurs, trying to pull away. "I can't... I don't have any money on me."
A lump forms in your throat at her words. "Hey, no," you say softly yet firmly, facing her with empathy in your eyes. "This isn't about money, Vi. I'm just trying to help you."
She blinks at you, confusion clear in her bleary eyes. "But… why?"
Swallowing back your own emotions, you choose to ignore her question.
Vi grunts as you guide her to your small bed, her weight nearly pulling you both down. You manage to lower her onto the mattress, where she immediately flops onto her back with a groan.
"Shit, princess," she slurs, throwing an arm over her eyes. "Your place is nicer than mine."
You snort softly, moving to remove her boots. "Doubt that. It's a shithole, but it's home."
Vi props herself up on her elbows, watching you with glossy eyes and she repeats her question. "Why're you doin' this?" she asks, her voice small and uncertain.
You pause, looking up at her. Your throat tightens as you find yourself unable to look away at the raw vulnerability in her stare. "I… maybe I see a little bit of myself in you… and I- I care about you, Vi." You admit hoarsely, the words heavy with truth and emotion. You swallow hard, knowing that you are treading dangerous waters with your confession. Your voice comes out in a low whisper, almost apologetically. "Maybe more than I should."
She stares at you, her brow creasing in confusion and uncertainty. But before she can respond, you quickly rise to your feet, needing to create distance between you both. “The water is lukewarm at best, but there’s a shower through the door.” You offer awkwardly, gesturing towards the bathroom with a trembling hand. You try to compose yourself by smoothing down the wrinkles in your dress.
Turning to leave, you wince at the sound of your own footsteps echoing in the quiet room. Hesitating at the door, you spin back to face her with a soft look, hoping she can see the sincerity in your eyes. “Do- do you think that you’ll need help?” Your words hang heavy in the air.
The brothel was a world of its own, where the air was thick with desire and the walls were lined with secrets. While there was a slight sense of yearning with each lingering caress, every gentle brush of the other’s lips, this is different. This is far more vulnerable and intimate than lust. This would mean more.
You both know that this will change everything.
Vi's eyes soften, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing. "I... yeah. I think so." She admits, her voice rough.
You silently nod as you try to process the weight of the trust she's placing in you.
With careful tenderness, you help Vi to her feet and guide her towards the small bathroom. Her eyes remain downcast, refusing to meet yours.
Placing her on the toilet seat, you turn to the bathtub. The sound of rushing water fills the cramped space, bouncing off the tiled walls. Guiding Vi out of her jacket, her muscles tense under your touch but she doesn't pull away. You can see the pain etched on her face as she struggles to hide it.
Taking a deep breath, you fight to keep your expression neutral. Her delicate skin is marred with bruises - some still angry and inflamed, others fading into sickly greens and yellows. Small cuts line her arms, their edges crusted over with dried blood.
Setting aside her jacket, you carefully begin to unroll the bandages on her arms. Each strip reveals more damaged skin underneath. Your heart aches as you run your hands over the tender areas, trying to soothe away some of the hurt. Vi's eyes flutter closed, her tense body slowly relaxing under your gentle touch.
Moving on to the next arm, you continue to remove the bandages with careful precision.
As you step away from her, Vi's hand darts out to grab yours in a desperate hold. Meeting her gaze with a reassuring look, you press your lips to her bruised knuckles before gently laying her hand on her lap. Patting it softly, you slowly move towards the tub and turn off the water.
Licking your dry lips, you lower to your knees. Inhaling, your fingers hover over the bandages on her chest. Despite Vi's nod of approval, your fingers still hesitate as they reach for the bandages. She nods again and raises her arms with a wince.You peel away the gauze slowly.. Each layer falls away, exposing more of her skin. You keep your movements clinical, professional.
Not glancing at her chest, you watch her blue eyes. Searching for any sign of uncomfortability or hesitation.
Giving her a soft smile, you shove the bandages in a small pile and raise your hands to her pants. Your soft voice pierces the peaceful atmosphere. “Think you can help me out?”
Nodding, she grunts with effort as she rises from the toilet. Rising, you help her undo her pants and she steadies herself on your shoulders.
Stepping out her pants, she watches you glance at her from beneath your lashes. Vi feels a discomforting warmth at your care, your softness. Licking her dry lips, her voice comes out raspy in vulnerability that she tries to hide. “If I was sober, princess, I'd be taking you apart right now."
You send her a kind but perceptive look."I know, gorgeous." You murmur, helping her step into the tub. "Let's focus on taking care of you first."
Vi hisses as she sinks into the warm water, her muscles tensing before slowly relaxing. You grab a washcloth and begin to gently clean her wounds, careful not to aggravate the wounds that litter her skin. The washcloth quickly dirties and you grab another.
You bring the fresh cloth to her face and begin to wipe her face free of black grease. Vi watches you with heavy-lidded eyes. "I’m sorry." she slurs, her voice thick with exhaustion and lingering alcohol.
You pause, the washcloth hovering over the VI on her cheek, and meet her guilty eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for Vi. Not to me."
She shakes her head, as she pulls away from your touch. Drawing her knees to her chest, she wraps her arms around them and turns to face the wall. "I-” Vi chokes out, but stops as sobs wrack through her body.
You can feel tears cloud your eyes and you envelop her in your arms. She quickly shoves her face into your neck and pulls you to her desperately.
You ignore the material of your shirt sticking to your skin, the smell of sweat and alcohol that still lingers on her skin. Ignore the rim of the tub as it digs into your hips. Ignore the way her nails claw into your skin in anguish.
You hold Vi as she cries, her body shaking with each sob. Your fingers thread through her damp black hair, gently massaging her scalp in an attempt to soothe her. The water sloshes around her as she trembles, but you pay it no mind, focused solely on comforting the broken woman in your arms.
"Shh, I've got you, Vi. You're safe." You murmur softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head. "I’m here."
Her sobs gradually subside, replaced by shaky breaths and occasional hiccups. She doesn't move from your embrace, her face still buried in the crook of your neck. You can feel her eyelashes flutter against your skin as she blinks away the last of her tears.
"I'm a mess." Vi’s voice is hoarse and muffled against your skin.
You release an understanding breath and speak dryly. “I don’t know anyone who isn’t, gorgeous.”
You part from her and cup her face gently, your thumb tracing the tattoo on her cheek. “Think you can stand, gorgeous.” You nudge your head at the darkened water. “Your skin’s gettin’ wrinkly and I think you need to rinse off again.”
Vi nods weakly, her eyes still red-rimmed and puffy. You help her to her feet, steadying her as she sways slightly.
The water drains away, grime and blood swirling down. You turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature before guiding Vi under the spray.
You step into the shower and let her lean on you as you run your lathered hands across her skin. Vi stands still, allowing you to care for her.
You can feel how exhausted she is as she presses into you. Her hands loosely wrapped around your hips.
Humming, you tap her back and tenderly remove her face from your neck. Her long lashes brush her cheeks as she closes her eyes. Your soft fingers rub any remnants of grime and makeup from her face.
Vi leans into your touch, a soft sigh escaping her lips as you scrub the soap through her hair. She releases a hushed breath as your fingers comb over her head, savoring the feeling of your hands massaging gentle circles on her scalp. The warm water cascades over both of you, steam rising around your bodies.
"Feels nice." She murmurs, her voice barely audible over the sound of running water.
Your lips twitch into a small smile as you continue your ministrations. "Good. You deserve to feel nice, Vi."
Her eyes flutter open at that, meeting yours with a mixture of vulnerability and uncertainty. You hold her gaze, your fingers still working through her hair.
"Do I?" she asks, her voice small and hesitant.
Your heart clenches at the doubt in her voice. "You do.” Smoothing your hands across her face, you push her head back and rinse her hair. “Wash yourself and then we’ll be all done, gorgeous.”
Vi nods slowly, her movements still unsteady as she begins to wash her intimate areas. You keep a supportive hand on her waist, ready to catch her if she stumbles. As she finishes, you turn off the water and reach for a towel.
Wrapping the towel around her, you help Vi step out of the shower. Exhaustion is evident in every line of her body and you dry her to the best of your ability. Your clothes and hair leave a trail of water as you guide her back to the bedroom, sitting her on the edge of the bed.
"Wait here," you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "I'll get you something to wear."
You rummage through your drawers, pulling out an oversized t-shirt and a pair of soft shorts. When you turn back, Vi is slumped forward, her eyes closed and her breathing shallow.
Touching her shoulder, you gather the shirt in your arms and stretch the collar over her head. Vi lazily helps you put her arms through the shirt and you bend to drag the shorts up her legs.
Vi's eyelids flutter, her gaze unfocused as you finish dressing her. She mumbles something incoherent, her head lolling forward. You catch her gently, easing her back onto the bed.
"Easy there, gorgeous," you murmur, brushing damp strands of hair from her forehead.
You maneuver her under the covers, tucking them around her body. Vi burrows into the pillow, her eyes already closed. You stand there for a moment, watching the rise and fall of her chest, feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over you.
Sighing softly, you turn to leave, but a hand shoots out from under the covers, grasping weakly at your wrist.
"Stay," Vi mumbles, her eyes cracking open just enough to meet yours. "Please."
Your heart stutters in your chest. You know you shouldn't. But the vulnerability in her gaze, the need in her voice, makes your resolve crumble.
"Okay." You whisper back. "Just let me change and I’ll be right-”
Her blue eyes shoot open and her grip grows tighter. “Please don’t leave.”
You waver and lick your lips in resignation, nodding. Gently untangling her grip on your hand, she watches you go to your dresser and pull out another pair of clothes.
She calms as you quickly change and climb into bed behind her.
Vi immediately turns and burrows into your chest, her arms wrapping tightly around your waist. You can feel her breath hot against your collarbone, her body trembling slightly.
"I've got you. I’m here," you murmur, running your fingers through her damp hair.
She nods against your chest. You can feel the tension slowly leaving her body as you continue to stroke her hair, humming softly under your breath.
The room falls silent save for the sound of your quiet humming and Vi's steadying breaths.
Goth Vi has my whole heart. A+++++++++ design. Also v inspired to become goth again.
100% i love vi so much and no one can convince me to not. she's hot always, but i would give everything and more for goth vi. also tysm!! i was giggling and gorbed up while makin it. dont know how many times I watched the whole pit fighter montage.
never had a goth phase but damn if she don't make it look good
You and Navarro head home early after a night out with your friends.
content: Navarro x fem reader, errors and mistakes, kind of a modern au, maybe ooc characters, wlw smut, reader is buzzed at beginning but sobers up, nicknames, strap on, road head, car sex
wc: ~3k
a/n: I really liked the idea of Nav wearing a strap out in public and I'm not sure if I executed it well here. I may write another fic where she does it again, but hope ya'll enjoy this one!!
MINORS DNI NSFW 18+
Main Masterlist
You clear your throat with a large grimace. A gentle hand grabs your face and wipes a stray drop from your lip. “Easy baby, you’re makin’ a mess.”
You grunt, blinking slowly at Navarro. “‘M not makin’ a mess. Your makin’ a mess.” You bite your lip with a flirty smile. “You know my girlfriend would kick your ass if she saw you flirting with me.”
Navarro suppresses a smile and nods at you. “Is that right?”
"Mmhmm," you hum, leaning back against the bar counter. "She's real tough. And jealous too." You wag a finger at Navarro, nearly poking her nose. "Could prob’ly take you in a fight."
Navarro chuckles softly, her hand still cupping your face. "I'll keep that in mind. But I think I can handle her." She leans in closer, her breath warm on your cheek. "Besides, I'm pretty tough too."
You giggle, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Oh yeah?"
Navarro's thumb traces your bottom lip gently and your face softens. "Mhmm," she murmurs.
She closes the distance between you, her lips brushing yours softly at first, then with more intensity. You melt into the kiss, your hands finding their way to her hips.
After a moment, Navarro pulls back slightly. “You’re ridiculous you know that?”
You straighten at her words and narrow your eyes at her. “You know my girlfriend would never say something like that to me. Cause she’s the sweetest, bestest, nicest girlfriend ever.”
Rolling her eyes, she lightly pinches your hip. “Your girlfriend sounds like she spoils you too much.”
Grinning, you give her a light peck. "She does," you say with a dreamy sigh. "But don't tell her I said that."
Navarro chuckles, shaking her head. "Secret's safe with me." She runs her fingers through your hair, her touch soothing. "Think you're ready to head back out there, or do you need a few more minutes?"
You consider for a moment, enjoying the playful calm you’ve settled in. "Maybe just a little longer," you mumble, leaning your forehead against Navarro's shoulder.
She wraps her arms around you, holding you close. "Take all the time you need, baby. I've got you."
You breathe in her familiar scent, feeling yourself start to sober up a bit. "Sorry I'm such a mess tonight," you mutter against her shirt.
She shakes her head. “You’re no-”
“Chill out mate, did no’ know she was wit’ you. Was rubbin’ all over me like she was all alone an’ needed a good fuck. Innit gorgeous?” Both of your heads snap towards the cocky, familiar voice.
Bjorn's lips curl into a confident smirk as he raises his hands in a taunting gesture. Your gaze falls to a girl caught between him and a towering, muscular man. Her wide eyes dart back and forth between the two, fear etched into her features. The tension in the air is palpable, and it’s clear that Bjorn is about to get his ass handed to him.
With a loud groan, you roll your eyes in exasperation and lightly push her away. “Go.”
Navarro hesitates, glancing between you and her brother. “Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?”
You tilt your head and give her a firm nod, your tone laced with a hint of exasperation. “Yeah, I’ll be a lot better than Bjorn if you don’t go help him. Now go.” With a final push, you watch as she weaves her way through the bustling crowd towards Bjorn's side.
You watch as Navarro makes her way through the crowd, her posture tense. As she approaches Bjorn and the muscular man, you can see her saying something, her voice lost in the noise of the bar. The large man's face contorts in anger, and he takes a menacing step towards Navarro.
You exhale a breath of relief as Tyler suddenly materializes, placing himself between the siblings and heated couple. His tall frame shields Bjorn and his calm demeanor helps diffuse the tension in the air.
You watch from a distance as Tyler's presence seems to deescalate the situation. The angry man's shoulders slowly relax, and the girl tugs on his arm, whispering something in his ear. After a moment, they turn and disappear into the crowd.
Navarro says something to Bjorn, her expression stern. He shrugs, a sheepish grin on his face, but you can see the relief in his eyes. Tyler claps him on the shoulder, shaking his head with a mixture of amusement and disapproval.
As the two of them make their way back to their table, Navarro heads toward you. You straighten up, trying to look more composed. “Your brother’s an idiot.”
Scoffing, she rolls her tense shoulders. “Yeah, I know.”
Grinning, you stumble off the stool into her chest. With a breath of surprise she catches you. With a blunt and innocent tone, you look at her. “Now that that’s been settled, can we go home? I’m horny and want you.”
Navarro laughs and rolls her eyes with a blush. “You’re drunk.”
Shrugging, you try to straighten your face. “Drunk on love for you.” At her deadpan expression, you grumble against her cheek. “Fine. Fine.”
You press your weight into her for a moment and breathe in her scent before sighing. Grabbing her hand, you drag your feet as you reluctantly move towards your friends. You greet them as you wait for Nav to sit. You immediately fall into her lap and freeze as you adjust yourself.
Navarro pulls you back into her and you try to ignore the feel of her against you.
Pushing yourself closer to her, you lean into her and your breath hitches at the feel of it. Gulping, you glance down and subtly grind your core against her. Navarro’s hands tighten around you and you huff a breath into her neck. Your voice comes out in a whine. “Oh fuck. I- Please, don’t tell me you’ve been wearing it all night.”
Navarro nods and huskily whispers in your ear. “You’re more affectionate than usual when we go out, so I wanted to be ready for you baby. Won’t be doing anything while you’re drunk though.”
You whine and grab her hands, pulling them tighter around you. “I’m not drunk, I’m a little tipsy but ‘m not…”
Your voice trails off as you struggle to focus, the warmth of Navarro's body and the press of the toy between you clouding any coherent thoughts. You squirm in her lap, trying to find a comfortable position that doesn't send sparks of arousal through your body with every slight movement.
"Easy, baby," Navarro murmurs in your ear, her nose trails against your neck. "We're still in public, remember?"
You nod, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you settle against her. "Right, right. Public… You’re a cruel, cruel person."
"Behave," Navarro warns, her tone playful but firm. She gives your thigh a gentle squeeze.
The warning sends a shiver down your spine. "You sure that’s what you want?" you tease.
Before Navarro can respond, Tyler's voice cuts through your heated banter. "Hey lovebirds, you gonna join the conversation or just keep whispering sweet nothings to each other all night?"
You blush, suddenly remembering you're not alone. Across the table, Kay raises a concerned eyebrow at you. "You okay? You look a little flushed, maybe you should slow down."
"'M fine," you mumble, waving a hand dismissively. "Just... warm in here."
You see their skeptical expressions and Bjorn snorts into his drink.
With a sly glint in your eyes, you seize the opportunity to divert their attention. Squinting at Bjorn, you tilt your head ever so slightly in challenge. “Y’know, I’m curious. D’you want to get the shit kicked out of you or are you just incapable of shutting your mouth?” Despite your harsh words, your tone is lighthearted.
Bjorn's body tenses at the provocation and he reacts with a pained groan, sinking back into his seat. Navarro's laughter echoes softly against your skin, leaving behind a light ticklish sensation. “She was all over me an’ how was I ‘sposed to know that she’d been with someone… An’ she was fit.”
Laughing, Tyler lifts his beer to his mouth. “S’that why you stepped up to her monster of a fucking boyfriend. Y’know he coulda kicked both of our arses.”
Smirking, Bjorn shrugs.
The conversation diverts to various random topics and you try to ignore your girlfriend and her teasing touches.
As the night wears on, you find it increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation around you. Navarro's hands wander subtly, tracing patterns on your thighs and stomach that send shivers through your body. Occasionally, she adjusts, slowly grinding into you. You try to participate in the conversations, but your responses become more disjointed and distracted.
"You sure you're alright?" Kay asks again, her brow furrowed with concern. "You've been awfully quiet."
You nod a bit too enthusiastically. "Yep! Totally fine. Just... listening." You clear your throat, trying to sound more convincing. "You guys are just so interesting."
Tyler snorts. "Right. Because Bjorn's story about his latest Tinder disaster is riveting stuff."
"Hey!" Bjorn protests. "'S not my fault she turned out to be a bloody alien fanatic!”
You open your mouth to respond, but Navarro cuts in smoothly. "Actually, we may head out. I think someone's had a bit too much to drink tonight."
You turn to pout at her, but the mischievous glint in her eye makes your breath catch. "Maybe you're right," you manage to say.
Tyler starts to rise from his chair. “D’you want any help?”
Navarro shakes her head with a smile and reassures him. “Nah, you guys stay and have fun. I’ve got her. We’ll just head home and pass out.”
Tyler’s face scrunches in worry. “Well, make sure she drinks water and there’s pain killers in the main toilet cabinet. There’s also-”
Rain interrupts him and places a calming hand on his arm. “We know you’ve got her. We’ll see you guys tomorrow. Be safe and love you guys.”
You both return the sentiment and part ways from your friends. Navarro slides an arm around your waist to guide you.
As you stumble out of the bar, the cool night air hits your flushed skin, providing some relief from the stuffy interior. Navarro's arm remains firmly around your waist, supporting you as you make your way to the car.
"You okay to walk, baby?" she asks, her voice low and concerned.
You nod, leaning into her. "Mmhmm. 'M fine. Just... distracted."
Navarro chuckles softly. "I bet." Her hand slides lower, giving your ass a firm squeeze. "Still want me when we get home?"
You whimper, your steps faltering slightly. "God, yes. Please."
Opening your car door, she carefully watches as you step into the car. You rub your hands together in an attempt to warm yourself and she slides into the seat next to you.
"Cold, baby?" she murmurs, turning the heat on.
You nod, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Mmhmm. Maybe you should warm me up."
Navarro chuckles. "Patience. We'll be home soon." A sharp squeal escapes your lips as her cold fingers slip under the hem of your shirt. Her icy touch sends shivers down your back and you smack her hand.
You playfully scold her with an annoyed tone. “Yah know, if I hadn’t sobered up before, I definitely have now asshole.”
Licking her lips with a grin, she barely glances at you as she turns out of the parking lot. “What happened to me being the sweetest, bestest, nicest girlfriend ever?”
Shrugging with a frown, you rub your nose and look out of the window. “Well I was wrong and under the influence.”
She hums in amusement and a comfortable silence settles over both of you.
Despite the lighthearted teasing and playful banter between you, your body is still consumed by a deep and primal arousal. Your skin feels hot and taut, your muscles tense with anticipation. Grinning mischievously, an idea comes to you.
Turning to her with a coy smile, you begin trailing soft kisses down the length of her neck. She glances at you skeptically from the corner of her eye, but keeps her focus on the road ahead. “What are you doin?”
Instead of answering verbally, you reach down and gently trace your fingers over her pants. Moaning softly against her skin, you stroke the toy through her pants. Her breath hitches in surprise and her hands grip tightly onto the steering wheel. “What happened to waiting till we got home, pretty girl?”
You part from her skin after a harsh suck to her neck. You shrug, unbuttoning her pants, your fingers trembling with anticipation. “Who said that?” you ask, voice husky.
You release the dildo from her pants and it springs up. Without hesitation, you spit on your hand and begin stroking Nav's length. “If you want me to stop, baby, tell me and I’ll stop,” you murmur, gazing at the side of her face. “You can drive us all the way home while I fuck myself on my fingers. Either way, it’s a win-win for me Ro.”
You can see the conflict in her eyes, but determination quickly settles over her. Swallowing, she nods and glances at you. “I want you to suck my cock until we make it home.”
Your core throbs at her words and you eagerly fulfill her desire. Lowering your head over her slick cock, you press a kiss to the engorged head. Moaning, your tongue traces the vein on the side and your lips encase the surrounding flesh, sucking.
Navarro moans and resists the urge to look down at the mess you're making. The noise of your sloppy mouth pleasuring her sound throughout the car, persisting over the music on the radio.
You take Navarro deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck. Your tongue swirls around the head of the toy before you slide down further, taking as much as you can. Navarro's hips twitch, fighting the urge to thrust up into your eager mouth.
"Fuck, baby," she groans, one hand leaving the steering wheel to tangle in your hair.
You hum around her, the vibrations making her gasp. Your hand works what you can't fit in your mouth, twisting and stroking in time with your bobbing head.
Navarro's breathing becomes more ragged as she tries to focus on the road. Her thighs tense under you, her arousal building at your desperation and pure want for her.
"We're almost home," she pants.
Navarro's grip on the steering wheel tightens as you take her deeper into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around the shaft, tracing every ridge and vein of the toy. She lets out a shaky breath, fighting to keep her focus on the road. Your hand works the base of the toy as you bob your head, taking her as deep as you can manage in this position.
Navarro's breathing grows heavier, her knuckles white on the wheel. "We're almost home," she manages to say, her voice strained. "Just a few more minutes."
You force yourself down, the noise of her tip hitting the back of your throat loud. Your free hand slides up to her hand on the back of your head, and you press it down, silently encouraging her to guide you.
Navarro groans out an elongated Fuuuck, before pulling you off of her and gently guiding you back to your seat. You pant and quickly reach a hand into your pants to touch yourself. You whimper as your hand meets the mess in your pants and your press finger to your clit.
Your eyes shoot open as Nav rips your hand out of your pants. Glancing around, you noticed she parked in an abandoned parking lot. Her voice is breathy as she moves to slide your pants down. “Can’t wait till we get home. Need you to ride me now.”
You gasp as Navarro's hands grip your hips, helping you straddle her lap in the driver's seat. The confined space of the car makes it awkward, but your need overwhelms any discomfort. You can feel the toy pressing against your entrance, slick with your saliva.
"You sure?" you breathe, searching her eyes.
Navarro nods, her pupils blown wide with lust. "Need you, baby. Now."
You moan as she lines up the toy with your entrance, your slick arousal making it easy for her to slide inside. You sink down slowly, savoring the delicious stretch.
"Fuck," you whimper, your forehead pressed against hers. "You feel so good."
Navarro's hands guide your hips as you start to move, urging you to move faster. "That's it," she groans. "Fuck, you’re gorgeous baby. Ride me so well."
The car feels impossibly hot, windows already starting to fog. Your hands brace against the headrest for leverage as you ride her.
Your breath comes out in labored moans as your hips to roll faster and harder in Navarro's lap, the toy filling you completely with each forceful thrust. The cramped quarters of the car only intensify the sensations, your bodies pressed tightly against one another.
Your desperation builds with each roll of your hips. Navarro's hands grip your waist tightly, as she thrusts up to meet you. The car rocks slightly with the force of your thrusts.
"Oh god, Ro," you pant, your head falling back. “Your cock feels so good baby."
Navarro leans forward, her mouth latching onto your exposed neck. "Come on baby, cum for me," she growls against your skin. "Let me know how good I make you feel, pretty girl."
Her words send a shiver down your spine. You grind down harder, chasing your release. Navarro's fingers quickly find your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.
You whimper, your walls clenching around the toy as your orgasm washes over you. You pant into each other’s mouths as you both catch your breath, you more so than her. Swallowing, you force yourself up on shaky legs and Navarro quickly assists you.
The toy flops out of you and she guides you to lean on her chest. Rubbing your back, she presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head and mumbles. “Love you.”
You meet a stranger at a bar and you invite her to follow you to the bathroom.
content: Navarro x fem reader, errors and mistakes, maybe ooc characters, wlw smut, sex in public bathroom, fingering, oral
wc: ~2.3k
a/n: Sorry for the abrupt hiatus. I’ve not been feeling well and things have been busy. Request from @soullnsight Hope you enjoy!!
MINORS DNI NSFW 18+
A bead of sweat drips down your brow. You throw your head back and let out a throaty moan, your body moving to the rhythm of the music. Your hands glide slowly across your heated skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
As you spin around, the edges of your vision are blurred by flashing lights and smoke. Through the haze, you can see her watching you. Her piercing dark eyes locked onto yours, her lips slightly parted.
You smirk and drag a hand down your chest, feeling a rush of adrenaline and heat at her mesmerized stare. Your nipples harden under your touch and your core pulses with desire. You bite your lip and let out a soft whimper as you trace the smooth flesh of your thigh, the hem of your skirt rising just enough to tease her with a glimpse of your lacy panties.
You hide a grin as she tenses in her seat. The man next to her nudges her, but she ignores them in favor of watching you press two fingers to your lips. Your tongue flicks out to the tip of them before you smirk and blow a kiss in her direction.
Her eyes widen at the sight, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
With a final lustful look at her, you turn and make your way towards the bathrooms.
The cool air hits you as you push open the door, a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the crowd. You lean against the sink, splashing some water on your flushed face. Your heart is still racing, your skin tingling. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed, hair slightly disheveled, eyes heavy and dark from teasing your stranger.
You chew on your lip in anxiousness as a few minutes pass. You pace and hope you didn’t just embarrass yourself. Just as you're about to succumb to your embarrassment, you hear footsteps falter at the door.
Your chest squeezes in anticipation as the door swings open.
Your stranger steps inside, locking the door behind her. Neither of you speak as she moves closer, her eyes roaming hungrily.
Still slightly out of breath, your voice is airy. “Was worried you wouldn’t follow me.” With your confidence slowly returning, you lean back into the sink with a teasing pout.
Despite her confident words, you can sense a slight hesitation in her eyes. “Yeah well with all the teasin’ you did back there, it would be cruel of me to leave a pretty girl so desperate.”
Your breath hitches as she slowly closes the distance between you, her body radiating heat. She places her hands on either side of you, gripping the sink and loosely caging you in, as if to give you a chance to escape. Your eyes flutter closed as you inhale her intoxicating scent - a mix of leather, oil, and something distinctly feminine.
"Desperate, huh?" you murmur, your lips curving into a coy smile. "What makes you think I'm desperate? Maybe I just like to dance."
She leans in, her breath hot against your ear. "The way you were movin' out there, touchin' yourself... puttin' on a show. Was that all for me?"
A shiver runs down your spine at her husky tone. You tilt your head, exposing the column of your throat. "I don't know who else it’d be for."
She chuckles low in her throat. More confident at your admission, she presses wet kisses to your neck and tightens her grip. "Then I guess I'd better not disappoint," she murmurs against your skin.
Her lips glide silkily up your neck, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your body. Her hot tongue presses eagerly against the sensitive skin just below your collarbones, making you gasp. With deliberate movements, she moves her mouth to your shoulder and playfully sinks her teeth into your skin. Though there is no pain, the mere threat of it causes your breathing to quicken and your heart to race.
You struggle to contain a whimper as her plump, velvety lips find a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. She pauses there, gently teasing with her tongue as she traces the rhythm of your pulse. Her bottom teeth drag along your neck, following the path laid out by her tongue, and you can't help but moan in pleasure at the sensation.
When she reaches your jaw, she pauses, her dark eyes meeting yours. There's a question there, a moment of hesitation.
You answer by surging forward and capturing her lips with your own.
The kiss is hungry, desperate. Her hands move to your waist, pulling you flush against her body as your fingers tangle under her unbuttoned shirt. You moan into her mouth as her tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, seeking entrance.
You part your lips eagerly, relishing in the taste of her. Her hands move beneath your dress, her thumbs hooking around your panties and she pushes them down your legs without separating from your lips. Moaning, you rub your hands across her shoulders.
You feel her sly smile against your lips as she cups your core, using her middle finger to drag lightly along your slit. You moan at her teasing touch, arching into her hand, craving more.
Her lips separate from yours with a wet smack and her hand slides down to grip your thigh. Her eyes narrow in satisfaction as you dazedly chase her lips. She lowers herself to the floor on her knees and slowly lifts your thigh onto her shoulder.
As you lean back against the counter, the hard edge presses into your lower back. Your fingers curl tightly around the counter's edge, gripping it in a desperate attempt to steady yourself.
Her brown eyes hypnotize yours, piercing yours in concern. “Is this okay?”
You hide a warm smile and reach out hand to her cheek. “I have a pretty girl between my legs… I’m more than okay, baby. Now as much as I like how sweet and considerate you are, I’m giving you full permission to take whatever you want from me.”
Without warning, she dives forward, her hot mouth pressing against your core. You gasp at the sudden sensation, your head falling back as her tongue licks at your folds. Her strong hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as she works you with her mouth.
You bite your lip to stifle a moan, acutely aware of the thin bathroom walls. You fail at containing any of your noises as she envelops your clit with her lips and sucks, flicking it with her tongue. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.
"Oh god," you whimper, one hand flying to her head.
She hums in approval and grips your ass, helping you grind into her mouth. She looks up at you through hooded eyes, never breaking her rhythm. The sight of her between your legs, face glistening with your arousal, nearly pushes you over the edge.
Suddenly, she slides two fingers inside you, curling them into you. You clap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cry. Your walls clench around her fingers as she pumps them in and out, her tongue still working your clit.
Dropping your hand, you feel any semblance of restraint and embarrassment leave you. Your rushed words are sporadically broken by loud moans. “Fuck- You feel so good. As soon as I saw you, knew I wanted you- Got so wet dancing for you. Was so tempted to touch myself f’you.”
Your words dissolve into a breathless moan as she increases her pace, her fingers pumping faster as her tongue swirls around your clit.
"Oh god," you gasp. Your words merge with one another as you push them past your lips. "Y’ coulda fucked me in the middle of that crowd an’ I woulda let you."
She grunts into you and gently presses her teeth to you, twisting her fingers.
Your eyes roll back and the coil of tension in your belly snaps. Cumming with a cry, your body shudders as waves of ecstasy wash over you.
She guides you through it, her movements slowing as you calm. When you're too sensitive, you gently push her head away. She stands, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she smirks up at you.
Ignoring the unsteadiness of your legs, you draw her up to you and press your lips to hers. You can taste yourself on her lips and she moans as you push your tongue into her mouth for more.
You force yourself to part from her. “Can I touch you?”
Her eyes darken with desire and she nods, her voice raspy. "Please."
Your hands glide down her body, tracing the intoxicating curves beneath her clothing. With a gentle turn, you guide her to lean forward, your fingers brushing against the soft fabric of her top as you move behind her.
You undo the zipper of her tight leather pants, sliding your hand inside. A deep moan escapes her lips as your fingertips dance across her sensitive skin, feeling the warmth emanating from her core. You continue to stroke and tease her through her damp panties, reveling in the sensation of how wet she’s gotten for you.
"You’re so sweet baby. You’re so wet for me," you purr, circling her clit with your thumb.
You capture her lips again as you slide two fingers against her, slipping past the barrier of her underwear. Your fingers glide through her slick folds, circling her clit teasingly.
She breaks the kiss with a gasp, her head falling back against your shoulder. "Fuck," she hisses, her hips bucking into your touch.
"Please," she whimpers, a needy sound you never thought you'd hear from the pretty stranger across the bar.
Unable to resist her plea, you slide two fingers inside her. She gasps as you curl your fingers, reaching your other hand around to play with her clit. The sound of her cry echoes through the bathroom as her inner walls clench tightly around your fingers. You set a steady rhythm on her sensitive clit, eliciting moans of ecstasy from her lips. Your fingers, however, have a mind of their own as they move at a fluctuating pace, thrusting in and out of her dripping core.
Maybe it's a little cruel, but every time she gets close, you slow down, prolonging the intense pleasure for both of you. You can't help but savor her and the way her body responds to your touch.
As you taste the salty sweat on her skin, you moan softly and nibble at her neck, leaving marks that will hopefully remind her of you. She trembles under your touch as you raise a hand to play with her chest.
With a wet smack, you pull away and whisper in her ear. "Look at yourself, baby."
Shrugging the shoulder she leans on, you watch in the mirror as she meets your eyes. “You’re so pretty. Couldn’t help but notice you from across the bar and you look so pretty covered in me. With my fingers in you…” Your words are punctuated by the wet sounds your hand makes as it thrusts into her. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves under your fingers. “You’re stunning. I got so wet thinking about you fucking me. And me fucking you.”
Moaning, she turns her head to capture the rest of your dirty words. You groan at the taste of you and something that is distinctly separate and her. Raspily, she whispers against your lips. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night. Every taste of you leaves me wanting more," she gasps, her hips grinding against your hand. "Oh fuck. Don't stop, please don't stop."
You increase your pace, curling your fingers making her whole body shudder. Your thumb finds her clit, circling it in tight, quick motions. She's close, you can feel it in the now familiar way her walls flutter around your fingers.
"That's it, baby," you murmur, nipping at her earlobe. "I wanna see you cum for me."
With a strangled cry, she cums, her body tensing and shaking against yours. Your movements slow as she comes down from her high. When she slumps back against you, panting, you gently withdraw your hand.
Your eyes flutter closed with a groan as you taste her on your fingers.
Your heavy eyelids slowly open, revealing the sight of her flushed face with a delicate sheen of sweat and kiss-swollen lips. Her glazed eyes meet yours with an intense desire that ignites a fresh wave of lust within you. It's clear that she feels the same as you both indulge in an unrestrained kiss.
Your tongues meet and eagerly explore each other's flavors. But before things can escalate further, a loud knock suddenly interrupts at the door. “Hellooo!?!” The slurred words are garbled out, causing some of the hunger to subside.
You both freeze. The knock comes again, more insistent this time.
"Just a minute!" you call out, trying to keep your voice steady.
She quickly adjusts her pants, buttoning them with shaky fingers. You smooth down your skirt and run a hand through your tousled hair, trying to make yourselves look somewhat presentable.
"Shit," She mutters, glancing at the door. "We should probably..."
"Yeah," you agree reluctantly.
Your eyes lock in a final, passionate gaze, both of you silently yearning for more. She leans in close and presses her lips hungrily against yours, sending a tingling sensation throughout you. As she pulls away, you already feel a sense of longing and regret.
With a quick flick of her wrist, she unlocks the door behind her and you quietly slip out into the hallway. A drunk woman impatiently waits outside, muttering apologies as she stumbles past you.
Before you can run away, your stranger catches your hand and pulls you close. "This isn't over," she whispers in your ear with determination. However, a flicker of shyness crosses her face and she winces slightly before adding, "I'm Navarro, by the way."
You can't help but laugh at her sudden change in demeanor as you guide her through the hallway and into the moving crowd.
