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a/n: first fic for @sevikaweek and i thought i’d end the last day, the deal, with another ending <3
summary: sevika goes into hiding because of the war between piltover and the undercity and you and sevika make a deal, a promise even: 3 months. that was it.
rating: explicit, MDNI
wc: 2,983
warning for major character death, mentions of blood
AGELESS BLOGS, MINORS AND MEN DNI
“they won’t find where i’m going. hell, they hardy know where this place is anyways so-“
“yeah they don’t know where we are right now, so why can’t you just stay here, sev!?”
sevika stared at you. she opened her mouth to speak but closed it and let out a long, weary sigh and looked around. you were both stood in the living room because she had come to you with this while you were lounging on the couch.
she knew you were frustrated, hence why you had just snapped at her a bit, but she was to because you weren’t understanding. maybe you never would.
she looked at you with saddened eyes, “because you’re not a target, baby.” she lifted her hand to cup your cheek, letting you nuzzle into it. “if they find this place and they see you with me, they will either take you or kill you too and i cannot let that happen.”
the enforcers were after sevika, but mainly jinx, wanting them dead or alive, and anyone who could’ve been helping either of them, hiding them, etc because of the war between piltover and the undercity going on. they already got a couple people including some firelights, lock and even singed because of the shimmer distribution.
ran was actually the one helping jinx, letting her stay in their apartment since it was a bit like yours and sevika’s, off the enforcers radar and likely they wouldn’t be caught here. you had even questioned why sevika couldn’t go and stay with ran. she said it was because they were already hiding someone and she didn’t want to put them more at risk for helping.
sevika just didn’t want to chance anything. she wanted to leave to keep you safe, to go to an even more secluded area, one far back in the undercity in hopes the enforcers would be too scared to go back there.
“look,” sevika started when you looked away from her, thinking about what she said. “i’ll make a deal with you. give it three months. that’s it.”
“three months? for what?”
“in three months everything should be died down enough to where i can come back and be alright living here. probably will still keep low profile but it should be fine.”
“and if it’s not?” you placed your hand on top of hers where it still rested on your cheek.
“then i stay where i am and i will come back to you as soon as it is, i promise. until then, you stay here. ran, i’m sure will keep you company, and you do not, under any circumstances, come looking for me. deal?”
it was your time to sigh. you raised your hand and moved the few stranded of hair out of face. she had cut her hair a lot shorter as a way to disguise herself, she had actually changed her whole outfit (jinx made her go shopping) for that matter, a new dark purple cloak. she had a new mech arm (jinx actually made some of it) and even got her first piercing right under her bottom lip. obviously it wasn’t going to disguise her a hundred percent but enforcers would be looking for her with a different description than she has now.
“okay.” you said after a while. you still didn’t understand why she couldn’t just stay where she was, here with you. yes she wanted to protect you but just as she said, enforcers really didn’t know where they were. yes it was a chance of them coming your way, but sevika couldn’t bare the thought of anything happening to you so she decided herself that she was going to leave, that it was the best option for the both of you.
two days later sevika had packed her bags. it wasn’t much, she’s never been someone to own a lot of things, she just packed what she needed. she also packed her clothes that were in the closet and put them away so just in case enforcers did make their way in, they wouldn’t know she lives here, they would only think you did.
you laid in bed that night, resting on sevika’s chest, catching your breath, a pit of despair looming over you knowing what was coming the following day. you just had sex, like any regular night. but this time it wasn’t rough, it wasn’t fast, it felt completely different. yes you’ve had sex where it wasn’t your regular fast pace. this felt softer. her touch was somehow even more gentle than it normally was. it was slow, like she didn’t want it to ever end. she kept you close to her, her fingers were never not intertwined with yours as her wet clit moved against you.
maybe you saw the tears in her eyes right before she buried her face in your neck, clearly not wanting you to see, but you didn’t mention it. and maybe a few of your own tears fell into her hair as you wrapped one of your arms around her, holding the back on her head. sevika didn’t notice.
yes she was only going away for 3 months, not really a long time, so why were you both crying? it was probably because there was a possibility of her not coming back, you both knew it, but it was never said. because if its never spoken out loud, maybe it wouldn’t be real…
you looked up at her, rubbing you thumb across her chest. “i love you so much, sev.”
“i love you too, baby. you don’t understand how much i love you.” she leaned down to kiss your lips. “i barely even understand it.”
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the next morning it was quiet. too quiet for sevika’s liking. because sevika left before you even woke up since she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave after seeing the look in your eyes knowing she’s gonna be gone for three months, maybe even longer, but the hope was only three. she left with the memory of you sleeping peacefully, of you humming softly in your sleep as she caressed your hair and rubbed your back.
if she sat at her desk, debating if this was the right decision once again and if she had tears slowing falling down her face while she kissed your forehead and made her way out the door once telling herself again that it was, it was the right decision, you didn’t need to know that.
you woke up to a cold, empty bed. you weren’t necessarily surprised, she’s left to go to work way before you woke up at times. but this time was different. she was gone. you weren’t going to see her for what is probably gonna feel like a life time for you. for the both of you.
you reached out and grabbed her pillow to hug to your chest. when you did, something caught your attention. her old outfit along with her old red cloak were still draped over her desk chair. you had washed them the other day and you knew you had to put them up and keep them away incase enforcers were to show. but at that moment you couldn’t, you got out of bed and grabbed her cloak, wrapping yourself in it as you hoped and prayed to whatever was out there that sevika would be safe and that she came back to you in one piece.
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it was a little over two months later, three months was just around the corner. you were starting to feel a little bit of hope bubble up inside of you. shit had died down as sevika had said, (other than the incident that happened about two weeks ago) and enforcers were getting tired of running in circles and the number of them that came down to the underity kept lowering.
right after sevika left, it was a bit rough. ran had came by and stayed with you for a full day or two to keep you company and make sure you were doing okay, reminding you that sevika knew what she was doing, that she wouldn’t have left if she didn’t think it was the best option. they didn’t stay the night because enforcers were more likely to be coming down while it was dark but they came by almost every day to check in on you.
you finally decided that you could do this. you trusted sevika. you trusted her with everything in you. and again, three months was just around the corner.
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a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts as you were getting ready to go to bed. it was a quiet night, only hearing the pitter patter of rain hitting the roof. you went and looked through the peephole in the door (because sevika reminded you to not open the door until you check who it is) and saw that it wasn’t an enforcer.
so you opened the door and stared at ran in front of you, they were looking down. their hair and clothes were soaked bc of the rain and when they finally looked up at you, you could see their makeup was running down their face.
they were sobbing you realized and your heart stopped. you looked down to see what they were holding and…
oh.
sevika.
she came back to you…but only one piece of her came back.
the wet purple cloak was clutched tightly in their hands and your heart started racing, you started shaking and tears immediately formed in your eyes when you noticed the red splotches on it.
“i-i-i’m sorry.” ran stuttered out. they stumbled inside just enough to where they would fall into you and you both nearly hit the ground.
“no, no, no, no ,no-“ you started and ran wrapped one of their arms around you, let out a chocked sob and then both of you were on the ground, almost in the middle of the doorway while it was still raining. you felt the cloak in between you two and the tears finally fell. you felt completely empty, shattered, like you wanted to scream at the sky and sob until the only thing rolling down your face was the rain.
three months…that was the deal. it was almost here. and now it never will be.
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it was hours after ran came by, hours after ran stopped crying, hours after you stopped sobbing into the purple cloak, now soaked with your tears instead of the rain. it was hours after the rain had stopped and it was past midnight that ran was finally able to tell you what happened.
they didn’t know, really. they told you they ran into an old friend and one of the first things he said to ran was “oh, and i’m really sorry about sevika.”
ran was confused by what he said and their friend then realized they didn’t know what he was talking about. he was hesitant to tell them, of course, but told them what he knew.
he said he saw three zaunite’s coming from a house about two weeks ago, way back in the undercity where he roamed about a lot simply because it was quiet, less people. it was safe, but maybe not so much anymore. the three men were clearly carrying a body with a white sheet over them. as they walked, a mech arm had slipped out and hit one of the guys in the leg and startled him. ran’s friend recognized it as sevika’s.
ran asked him to show them where the house was and he did. ran rushed into the house, noticing the trail of blood going up the steps and was met with one of their worst fears inside. the purple cloak on the floor was the first thing they noticed. then they noticed the blood on the cloak, then on the floor. it was enough that ran rushed back outside to throw up over the side of the railing as they were almost hyperventilating.
the enforcers must have found her and shot her, is the conclusion ran came to. after a bit of silence, a few sniffles heard here and there, ran questioned how you were going to tell jinx.
you had absolutely no idea. all you knew was that sevika’s gone. she’s been gone. and you had no idea.
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sevika had heard from listening in on a few peoples conversation that another wave had started. more enforcers were swarming the undercity. what she didn’t know was it was because jinx almost got herself caught. it was an accident, of course, she didn’t mean to get in the line of sight of an enforcer when all she wanted to do was to go to jericho’s for a little snack for her and ran. but it pissed the enforcers off enough that they decided to adventure deep into the city to look for her.
sevika went out, as she usually did. she checked every other day to see how things were doing, to try and see how many enforcers were out. but that night she went out at the wrong time because two enforcers were making their way down in search of jinx, thinking she might’ve been hiding deep in the shadows of the undercity.
she noticed them before they noticed her. she turned around quickly, but not quickly enough. they had caught the end of her cloak, running up on her and she turned around when she heard the noise. they recognized her immediately, her mech arm poking out beneath her cloak.
she didn’t have the time to think before one of them fired a shot at her, hitting her in the chest and knocking her to the ground. she had just enough energy to power her mech arm and use her blade to slice both legs of the enforcer who shot her. he screamed and fell to the ground in front of her.
the enforcers then decided that fuck it, she was shot, there’s a long way out of here and she wasn’t gonna make it out, so the enforcer helped his friend to his feet and they left, leaving sevika on the ground.
she placed her hand over where she was shot, blood running down her hand. she knew she had to make it back inside, at least. breathing was getting difficult and her eye sight was blearing but she managed to get up the steps and inside the door. that was as far as her body would let her go.
she was flat on her back on the floor of the run down house she was in. her own shuttered breath was the only noise she heard. the only thing she felt was a burning sensation in her chest. she knew she had to put something other than her hand on her wound but her cloak was tangled beneath her mech arm. she did her best and at least got it over her head but she tried and failed at pulling it out, giving up when her good arm was too weak to do so.
she coughed and moved her head to the side to spit the blood out. as her eyes started feeling heavy, they started drooping and her mind started wondering. she thought of you. she thought about how she left almost three months ago. she left you sleeping peacefully, curled into the blankets where you were previously curled up in her arms. you always loved being in her arms, she was always so warm. but right now she felt cold, so so cold.
she wondered for a moment how you were. if you were eating, drinking, getting enough sleep. she wondered if ran and jinx were doing okay, if they were still safe. ran became sevika’s friend after they both started working for silco. the first thing sevika noticed was that ran never said much. which was never an issue. then she noticed they were the only person who could come close to beating her at cards and then suddenly they were friends. jinx was…well she was jinx. sevika may have felt a bit (a lot) of hatred for her in the past, mostly for blowing her up multiple times, but the little shit had grown on her. not that she’d ever let jinx know that.
now the burning pain in her chest was getting unbearable and a tear slipped down her face. she thought about what if she had stayed and just for a moment she almost regretted leaving you. she thought about what would’ve happened if you were with her right now. you would probably be frantically trying to stop her bleeding, that is if you hadn’t been shot along with her, which was more likely. if you hadn’t been shot, you probably would’ve been moving her hair out of her eyes, making her keep them open as you talked to her.
then she thought about why she felt the need to leave so bad because of course she could have stayed. she could have protected you, at least she wants to believe she could have, and then it clicked.
it was because you were never apart of her plans. you came along so suddenly and changed everything for her so fast that she couldn’t keep up. she never planned to care about someone so much. and she cared about you so fucking much, too much to let you die because of her. you weren’t supposed to be apart of this. she never planned for you to be apart of her life.
you were her last thought and her last breath was more of a sigh, a sigh of content knowing you were safe, knowing that you weren’t holding her hand or kissing her forehead, knowing that you weren’t here with her… and she was okay with that.
another mini sev blurb for sevika week!! again i’m sorry that they’re microscopic little yaps but i didn’t give myself time to cook… anyways here’s some sweet love making with sub!sevika… 18+
—day 4: passion
sevika groans under you, the stretch of your third finger only adding to the fuzziness in her head. you’re not even really fucking anymore, just kissing and panting and occasionally stopping to giggle at each other. it’s such a special feeling to be this intimate with someone, you know her inside and out. how to rile her up, piss her off, send her deep into sub space, etc.
her nipples are puffy and sensitive, and she shivers when you lean down to give them another gentle kiss. “baby…” she pants, half asleep but wanting to savor this moment before passing out on top of you. you smile down at her, continuing your slow assault on her dripping hole. “spit it out, sev.” you prompt.
she huffs a laugh at this, shielding her face with her arms out of embarrassment. you use this distraction to suck some more bruises into her neck, and she cums with a breathy “i love you! fuck— right there. love you so m—!!”
as she comes down, you can’t help but coo at her. her eyes are half-lidded but painted with something dreamy, and her perfectly plump lips are curved in the cutest o shape. “i love you too,” you whisper. “so much.”
in the time you had been dating sevika, you each learned a great deal about each other. she liked her eggs without the yolks for her workouts, you wouldn't drink milk unless it was chocolate milk. lots of your interests became hers, and vice versa.
her passion, though, was the cutest thing ever. under that tough mask she wore to face the undercity as silco's number two, she was such a nerd. she gushed to you about the mechanics of her chemtech arm, how she fixes it up herself and makes her own improvements and additions. you never saw her as animated and excited as when she was talking your ear off about technology and machinery.
"guess what i got today, mija," sevika burst through the door of your apartment later than usual, practically buzzing. she didn't give you much time to actually guess before she sat down next to you on your shared bed and starting ruffling through a paper bag.
"you remember that issue i had with the retractable blade in my arm? and how it never got hot enough or shot out those energy slashes?" she mumbled, talking too fast out of excitement. it melted your heart.
"well," she finally found what she was looking for, and pulled out a little gadget that you couldn't recognize even if you tried. "i finally found what i was missing! and the guy was selling it for so cheap!"
sevika's giddy smile and goofy little chuckles as she inspected and showed off the missing compartment to her prosthetic were the cutest things you'd maybe ever seen.
"you're adorable," your murmured, leaning over to her and kissing the apple of her cheek, its roundness emphasized by her ear-to-ear smile.
"aw, stop it, cariña," she got all bashful, brushing off your compliment and physically cringing at your display of affection.
"no, i'm serious, mamí. it makes me happy when you're happy," you cupped her cheek and turned her face so you could get a proper look at her reddening cheeks. "tell me more, please."
her grey eyes lit up when you wanted to hear more about what she bought and how she'd use it to ameliorate her arm the way she wanted.
sevika just wouldn't shut up about everything she was planning on doing (and you didn't want her to), about how exactly each component of the little gadget would fit into making her chemtech arm even better and more powerful. she could teach a masterclass on mechanics with how much she knew. her passion for turning her potential disability of losing an arm into additions of multiple super abilities was the thing you admired most about your lover.
a/n: my first submission for @sevikaweek's sevika week. i skipped the others, but please enjoy my shot at day 4's theme "passion"
Her body, as mighty as a machine can be, trembles under your touch. With every stroke she folds, twisting like coiled iron as you explore every inch, every crevice. You count her spots — both manmade and organic — and you trace her soft curves. Your nails drag down her abdomen. She keens. Skin flays open. Flesh peels back like petals on a ripened flower. Peels back until her ribs break free and her heart is exposed. It’s bloody, raw, and beating so fast you think it may jump out of her at a moment's notice. She follows your touch. Her back arches until the ropes binding her wrists snag.
You tut. “Too eager. Too easy. What happened to that fire, Sevika? What happened to your bite?” She lifts her hips to meet your fingertips just as you pull away. "Don't tell me you wasted all your energy on pissing me off." She groans irritably and she doesn’t hold back her displeasure when you pluck your panties from her mouth. You cup your ear and lean in. “Hmm? Come again?”
“I said, fuck me,” she rasps, “save the teasing for someone who has the time. I don’t have all day.”
“You seem to have forgotten how you ended up here in the first place. There will be no fucking. Tonight, you’re being punished.”
A chortle rumbles her chest as she tosses you a sideways glance. “This is what they call a punishment these days? You’ve gone soft on me. What, can’t bear to mark up this pretty body of mine?”
You return her laughter, louder and with more bite. “What good would that do aside from tire me out? It doesn’t matter how hard I hit you, you’ll just get back up again. You're not the type of woman that can have a lesson beaten into her.” You hum, forefinger tapping your chin in faux contemplation - as if you hadn't cooked up this plan the moment she began stepping out of line. “No, I think it’s time we switch gears. A brat needs taming and if one method fails another should take its place. I wonder…”
She gasps as your attention slides between the apex of her thighs. She tenses, teeth clenching and eyes screwing shut. A beat passes. The smooth silk squeezing your fingers relax. You pull back, dragging against warm ridges, curl the tips to draw a broken melody from her lips. It crescendos quickly — the poor dear was starving for your touch — and the sound makes your heart swell. You still until she catches her breath, and then pluck her strings again. Sevika croons. Her body flinches away in vain. You follow every twitch with practiced ease. There’s only so far she could go strapped down like she is. Though, you both know she wouldn’t stray far had you foregone the ties; for all her resistance deep down she needed this, needed you, and she wouldn’t let anything — even her own ego — stand in the way.
A pained expression crosses her face by the time you’ve forced a sixth release. Dark silky bangs cling to her damp forehead as tears dot her lashes. “Hold on, just give me a second. Hey— did you hear me?”
“I think the whole damn neighborhood has heard you by now,” you tease, your voice a low purr. “But, just in case they haven’t, let’s go at it one more time. Make this last one count, okay?”
Pale silver rolls white.
sevika's been battered and bruised before, but not like this.
just for some extra money between the two of you living in the undercity together, you took up a simple bartending and waitressing job at the last drop. earlier tonight, a pink-haired girl with what looked like oversized hextech gloves walked into the bar, glaring at sevika. she ordered everyone out, including you. especially you.
hours had passed and she hadn't come home. to say the very least, you were worried. you anxiously looked out the window of your shared apartment, and you could've sworn that you saw silco's daughter dragging the now-unconscious pink-haired girl out of the bar and hour ago, but no sevika.
the only places she hung around was your apartment, the bar, or silco's office. that's the only other place she could be.
upon entering, doing everything you could not to be seen, you opened the door to the infamous office and saw sevika struggling to light her cigar while sitting in the corner of the couch.
"vika?" you murmured, padding your way into the musty space and getting a better look at your lover. sevika had scrapes and bruises already starting to form on her human arm and face, and the absence of her mechanical arm was what caught your attention.
"oh my god..." you covered your mouth, eyes widening at the torn wires, the scraped metal, and the bright purple shimmer dripping from the tubing and staining the couch and her clothes. you sat down on the coffee table in front of her and placed a hand on her knee. it made you tear up how she flinched from your gentle touch.
"what happened to you?"
her silence, apart from the quiet grunts of shifting on the couch and the clicking of her lighter sparking and failing, was heavy.
"what's there to say?" she mumbled, her soft-spoken side coming through in this vulnerable moment. "you can see what happened."
you knew you shouldn't the one shedding tears, sevika was the one that got her arm ripped clean off, not you. but you just couldn't help but feel everything for your lover.
"we don't have to talk about i–"
"yeah, an' we won't."
she finally got her cigar lit after her grand efforts and she dropped her lighter on the wooden floor with a thud. you looked down at the scarred metal zippo before looking back up to meet her eyes.
"can you at least lemme help you? i'm sure i can fix something."
you were no tech wiz, you were far from it, but because of sevika's habits, you had gotten pretty good with a needle and thread, disinfectant, and some hello kitty bandaids.
despite her shitty mood and terribly low morale, she gave a curt nod and groaned to sit up a little straighter. she gestured with her human arm to where the first aid was in the office, and you were surprised there was any first aid at all.
"where's the worst damage?" you sat back down on the coffee table between her legs, leaning forward while dabbing some gauze with alcohol. "besides the, uh... y'know."
sevika almost laughed, a slight smile gracing her full, dark lips for a moment.
"the gash on my good arm," she husked out, taking a lengthy drag from her cigar before setting it down so you could work your mediocre medical magic.
your lover hissed and swore and whispered many a profanity under her breath every single time something stung or pricked or bled. she was tough, but not immune to pain.
"you're about as fixed as i can get you," you murmured with a gentle smile after tending to sevika's every need, even the wounds she didn't want to bother you with. "what'll you do about the arm, though?"
she scoffed a quick laugh, your heart melting at the genuine smile from her. you'd never tell her how much you loved that teensy little tooth gap of hers.
"what are the chances i get silco's kid to tinker somethin' up for me?" she asked, moving over on the couch to make room for you. she slung her human arm around your shoulder and tucked you in close, pressing the smallest kiss to your temple.
haii!! i originally wasn’t gonna participate in sevika week because i haven’t been feeling too motivated recently, butttt i didn’t wanna miss out completely so here we are!! i offer you some sweet fluff… hope u like :3
—day 2: to fix you
casually thinking about the intimacy of helping sevika fix her mech arm. way before she knew how fix it herself, about half of her arm was blown to bits and pieces by one of jinx’s evil new creations. no matter how hard she tried to convince silco to get rid of her, he stood his ground and decided to let the fucker stay.
so she comes to you, her usual scowl replaced by a look of exhaustion, and timidly asks if you know a thing or two about mechanics. and now she’s here, sitting on a barstool while you poke and prod at her with different tools. it’s almost shocking to see her like this— she’s so… soft? she’s trusting you fully, letting you fix her up while she’s in pain. physically from the explosion, and mentally from the constant annoyance.
“sevika…? did you hear me?” you ask, derailing her thought train. she pries herself out of her stupor, mumbling an apologetic “no, sorry.” you chuckle at her, grabbing a few nuts and bolts to shove back into your tool box. “no worries,” you laugh. “i was just saying how i did the best i could, but some parts are gonna need to be completely remade. it’ll probably take a few days so i suggest going easy on yourself and coming back later.”
her face melts into a sappy smile, absolutely beaming at your kindness. weren’t you afraid of her? everyone else in the undercity is, why were you so gentle? she nods, staring up at you with twinkling silver eyes, and pulls you in by the waist.
“thank you.” she whispers, so closely that you can feel her breath tickling your face. you reach out to take her face in your hands, caressing the smooth scars under your fingertips as softly as possible. and before you know it, her lips are on yours. the kiss is so tender it makes your heart twist.
her cheeks heat up, a faint red color painting her face with featherlight strokes. she pulls away and smiles, “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
ARGHHH HAPPY DAY 2!! here's a little quick sketchy sketch for this prompt inspired by non other than my pookie @nhaaauyen's The Ghost Of You fic!! so go check that out 😉😉 AAAAA ive been wanting to draw some fanart from that fic for agess. ANYWAYSS EEE SO HAPPY I FOUND TIME TO DO THIS!!
@sevikaweek
when you and sevika first started going out, you thought her loyalty began and ended with silco. boy, were you wrong.
she barely socialized or spoke with anyone she didn't absolutely need to, unless it was you or her employer. you didn't realize it until you were sitting on her lap while she was playing cards at the last drop one night.
"are you sure you're okay, vika?" you murmured into her ear that night, her silence and stoicism worrying you. she was barely even looking at her opponents, male or female, let alone speaking to them. she usually taunted them and scoffed at their lousy bluffs.
"i told you, mija, i'm fine," she replied in the same, if not more, hushed tone. she flipped over another card on the table and just barely smirked, taking a drag of her cigar. when she smushed the burning orange tip of it into the ashtray next to her and set it down, she pulled you a little closer, her chemtech arm tightening its grip on your hip.
you weren't stupid, you could tell there was something.
"you're allowed to talk to the people you're playing, y'know."
"but none of these people are you, baby. not worth my time."
so that was it. you actually laughed a little hearing her silly reasoning.
"mamí, you're not being unfaithful if you're just talking to other people," you mumbled into her ear with a giggle. she must not have a very good outlook on these kinds of relationships. you kissed her cheek, not caring in the slightest that she was still playing cards with people across the table.
"loosen up a little, i promise it's okay. you make it too obvious that i'm the only one for you." you added, letting her go back to her game, but this time with a scrunched-up brow and slightly red cheeks.
