synopsis: after you feed into her feelings, she decides to get closer with you.
pairing: older loser!sevika x younger fem!reader
tags: fluff, flirting, shy sevika
a/n: previous part here!!! this part may be a little boring, but the next part will be a little more fun ;) taglist open, comment to be added! EDIT: part four!!!
sevika let’s out a pathetic groan after opening the picture you sent, staring at the picture in awe.
it’s you, posed in front of a floor length mirror. still in a skimpy tank top and sleep shorts, your smooth legs on full display for sevika to gawk at. you’re leaned forward slightly, smiling into the mirror while your eyes are on the camera. one hand holds your phone, while your arm poses into a flex. showing off your bicep just for her. your bra, decorated in pretty lace, peeks through the neckline of the tank top. along with your necklace resting just above your cleavage.
you really only sent it since you were already up, and to hopefully get her to send another selfie. keeps the conversation going, you know?
after sevika gains her breath back, licking her suddenly dry lips and wiping her stupidly smitten smile off her face she gets up. she walks over to her own mirror, trying to figure out a pose. she awkwardly flexes in the same pose you were in, using her phone to hide most of her face in the picture out of sheer embarrassment. she can’t believe herself. blushing and kicking her feet like she’s a sap, all for some girl she barley knows.
she finally replies to you; “Such big muscles, I see. Not as big as mine, though.”
your breath catches in your throat at the sight of her flexing, her bicep filling up your screen as you zoom in on it. she could probably, no definitely, throw you around with just one hand. you have to admit your thoughts get a little unhinged, so you quickly push them away and answer.
“mine will be that big one day, kay? have faith in me.”
“Sure, sweetheart. One day.”
sevika pauses, thinking of her next move. she hates texting, because she’s bad at it and it makes no sense to her half the time. but she wants to keep talking to you, to get to know you.
“Are you free soon? We can go get coffee if you want to.”
“i can make time tomorrow?”
so here she is, sat at a table near a window in a coffee shop you recommended. she’s waiting anxiously for you to arrive, tapping her thick fingers against the table under her elbows. she tried to look nice today, just for you. she put on her best perfume, something musky but gentle. she put on jeans, which rarely happens, and even dug her leather belt out of her closet to add on. an old graphic t-shirt covers her torso, the sleeves stretching around her arms, hidden under her worn out leather jacket. she even cleaned her glasses extra, put on her slightly tarnished rings and chains, even brushed her hair a million times (or what felt like it).
when the little bell above the entrance dings, and she looks up, her jaw tenses. you’re dressed all pretty, hair curled, makeup done, and in such a cute outfit.
when you turn your head and spot her, she waves her hand stiffly. the keychains on your purse clink and jingle as you waltz over and sit down in front of her, smiling.
“hey sev! sorry i’m a little late.” you greet, sliding your jacket off and resting your hands on the table.
“it’s okay.” she reassures. “i already ordered for us, hope you don’t mind.”
sevika nods, glancing around and taking a deep shaky breath. her fingers still tap against the table, turning her attention towards them. she looks at your hands, much cleaner and smaller than her own. she gestures to your nails.
“your nails.” she states blankly.
you look down at them and smile, raising your fingers upwards so she can get a closer look.
“i just got them done. do you like them?”
“yeah, mhm. very you, very pretty.” she say, gently taking your hand in hers for a second before freezing. she shyly lets go, clearing her throat awkwardly and nodding.
“you look very pretty, all dolled up.” she states before making eye contact with you. “i-i mean you look pretty not all dressed up too-“
“don’t worry sev, i know you didn’t mean it like that.” you interrupt with a laugh. “you look very nice too.”
sevika giggles at the compliment before her attention is taken by the server, setting their coffee down and walking away. sevika take hers, black with a packet of sugar. she then looks at yours and furrows her eyebrows.
“is there even any coffee in that?” she questions with a playful scoff, eyeing your frappe.
“there’s some. i don’t like my coffee bitter like you. i like to actually enjoy my drink.”
“hey! who said i don’t enjoy my coffee?
“i did. try it, you’ll like it!” you insist, pushing it towards her.
she picks it up and takes a small sip, grimacing and shaking her head.
“no, i think im okay with my very enjoyable coffee.” she grumbles, pushing it back towards you. “you must have a sweet tooth, maybe that’s why you’re such a sweetheart.” she adds, smiling when you giggle at her.
you take a sip of your drink before resting your head on your fist and looking at her.
“soooo sevika, do you work?”
she shakes her head. “no, not anymore. i used to be a mechanic but i quit.”
“wow, i’m only in college.” you hum.
as you remind her of that, she looks a little guilty. right. you’re just in college, so young and innocent. she shouldn’t be taking a liking to you. but you interrupt her thoughts, tapping her hand to fill her brain with your sickly sweet tone.
“i wouldn’t be here if i had an issue with the age gap, yknow.” you comment.
“what? you like older?” she questions like it’s unbelievable.
“hell yeah! more experienced, more loving. people my age suck! but you’d actually take care of me, wouldn’t you?” you smile at her teasingly after you’re done speaking, pulling the side of your lip between your teeth before letting go.
she recognizes your tone, can tell you aren’t joking and you mean your words. her hand rubs the back of her neck and she leans forward a little.
“so you’re telling me, a beautiful young lady wants an old-ass like me?” she hums, tilting her head.
“exactly like you.” you retort with a shrug.
now it clicks in sevika’s mind that she might be able to pull this off.
