AN: I'm just now learning it's Sevika week apparently??? Anyway here's a little oneshot about spoiling Zaun's finest cause she's earned it. This was a fun little thing to get back into writing after moving. Didn't proofread.
Summary: You share a quiet, intimate moment with Sevika. She's been one of your regulars for a while now and you know just how to take care of her.
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You knew the sound of her boots anywhere. The specific stride and pace she walked with was uniquely hers. The few long term clients you had made their way into your memory like that. And after a while you didn't have to check your books, you noticed on your calendar they'd all unintentionally made their own schedule for your time. And today was her day.
The room you hosted in wasn't that big but it did have it's own private washroom with a clawfoot soaking tub, a perk of the seniority you'd gained over time at Babettes.
In the midst of sprucing yourself up you heard the drag of a curtain pull open and shut. Followed by footsteps and the sound of air knocked out of a cushion as she sprawled out on the worn velvet chaise that sat against a wall. The wooden feet of it groaning from the force.
"You keep throwing yourself on it like that and one of those legs is gonna give someday" you taunt from the washroom as you smooth a hand against your hair to make sure the upswept style stays neat.
"And you know how Babette is about her furniture."
There's no reply, but you take one last look over in the mirror before moving to lean in the doorway.
And there she was, laid out on your chaise looking comfortable as could be as if she lived there.
"I'm glad you managed to get your boots off before sprawling out this time" you said in jest at her.
Still no reply.
You make your way over to get a better look at her—no new bruises or cuts. Her eyes remain closed, but her breathing is steady. She really was just exhausted, but you knew how to care for her.
Resting your knee in the open space between her legs you lean forward, bracing yourself up with one hand near her head for support, before leaning in, gently sweeping a few strands of hair away. Slowly you rake your nails across her scalp as you brush her hair back and gently remove her hair tie.
Her face began to relax ever so slightly, but that furrowed brow of hers was still there.
"Wanna tell me about it?"
Finally acknowledging your presence she reaches for your hand before bringing it to her mouth, pressing a kiss into your wrist.
"s'nothing to talk about" she mumbles into your skin before finally opening her eyes to properly look at you.
You hold her stare just for a beat.
"Lets get this off you" you whisper, taking back your hand and bringing it to her shoulder support, undoing the buckles to remove it. The indents it leaves in her skin are always so deep-raw and angry.
"Can I unlatch that for you?" your head tilting to the heavy copper arm.
Your question is met with her twisting, exposing her left side to give access to the piece of machinery. Far as you know, she doesn't trust many people to tend to her arm, but you are probably the only one she lets mess with it while still attached to her.
Adjusting your hold, you move to grasp a contact latch-pulling out the emergency support pin and twisting the mech to get it to release from her joint. The breathy groan she lets out at the relief is palpable.
Moving out from between her legs, you haul it to the floor beside the side of the bed she always prefers. Even in a place like this she needs it to be close by. She only rests easy when it’s within reach.
With that done, you reach into her cloak for one of her cigars before heading to the ornate wooden cabinet where you keep your wares. From there you grab a petal shaped ceramic warmer, a few small jars, and a light.
Returning to her side, you rest a knee on the chaise and place your supplies on a near by shelf. With a deep breath she slowly propped herself up while you got everything in order. She watches you quietly, a soft look in her eyes. Her hand wandering its way up your thigh til the tips of her fingers trace over the delicate negligee you wore.
She'd mentioned once her favorite colors to see you in was white, when set against your deep complexion it looked as if it glowed. So from then on out you always made note to set aside your white lace attire for her and her only. And every time, she would let her eyes linger to fully take you in.
Distracted by whats in front of her she hadn't realized you were asking her a question. "Hmm?"
"Do you want to smoke now or save it for later?" you asked, waving the cigar in front of her.
"Now" she says moving to fully sit up while you meet the cigarillo to her lips before giving it a light.
Uncapping the jars you use the back of your manicured nails to scoop out a good heap of the aromatic butters before depositing it into the bowl of the warmer and setting the small candle alight. Giving it a moment to melt you fully take seat in her lap. Undoing the clasps on her vest before removing it-the shirt and bra she wore underneath.
She takes a quick last drag before resting the cig in a standing ashtray nearby.
"C'mere" The feeling of her broad arm wrapping around your waist before drawing you into her chest for a quick kiss sends a flutter through you. As she moves to lay back down a large scar on the underside of her bare chest catches your eye and you can't help but furrow your brow as you try to get a better look at it.
And of course she notices.
"Nuh uh" you feel her tapping a heavy digit on your brow.
"Put that away when I'm here"
You can't help but laugh while swatting at her hand, "I'm just trying to get a good look."
"Is that fresh?" you ask while gingerly hovering your hand over the wound.
"It's fairly new" she mumbles.
"I'm going to avoid that part of your chest for tonight. Don't want to risk getting anything in it."
She reaches back out to the ashtray, disappointed but quietly appreciating your concern. With another slow drag smoke curls from her lips while you coat your palms with the freshly melted blend.
No other perfume or oil compared to stuff you personally made. She won't ever tell you how happy she was when you agreed to use it on her instead of the oil's the brothel provided. There was something about the warm, oaky sweetness that just fit you so perfectly. And leaving the brothel with that aroma clinging to her surprisingly helped her fall asleep better. -You- helped her fall asleep better.
Starting at her hand, you pressed into the tight muscles. Letting your thumbs glide into the grooves of her palm before working your way up to her wrists.
Gentle pressure melts tension and slowly you move up her arms, easing into her shoulders, and soothing her chest, still cautious of the recent abrasion.
"How we feeling?" you whisper, checking in on her. Her taught brow now nearly fully loosened. Being able to get someone like Sevika to relax under your touch was something that would always bloom pride in your gut. Out of all your clients it was always so apparent she needed the tenderness and care the most.
A low hum of relief is your only reply and you can't help but smile a little. You wouldn't think the person holding the title of "Scariest woman in Zaun" had the capacity to be as cute as she was right now.
Your hands move to continue working on her neck and jaw, releasing tightness held deep within, before grazing your nails into her scalp and settling at her temples, where you finally feel her body fully decompress underneath you.
"So how long are you staying this time" you ask absentmindedly.
"I've got you till tomorrow morning" she mutters not meeting your eyes.
And you pause, the shock on your face obvious whether she was looking directly at you or not.
"Collections went well this month. I got more than usual."
You go back to silently tending to her, knowing she hates being questioned about how she uses HER money. And that if there's more for her to say you just have to wait and see. She's not the most chatty client but she choses her words very deliberately. And interrupting her will make her close off. So you wait.
"He hasn't said it but I'm sure he knows shits gonna to hit the fan sometime soon, and that means I'm probably
gonna be gone for a good while."
She takes a drag from the cigar she's been savoring. You noticed the smoke from it smells different than the her usual. She really did decide to treat herself to something nice. You couldn't help but be a little shocked considering she's usually putting herself last.
Holding a contemplative look on her face she took in a breath before speaking, "Not sure where or when, but I know when things look a little too good something bad is going down somewhere. Topsides been getting bold lately" she says ending on an exhale of smoke.
"I take it as a heads up to get in some pleasure while I can."
Her words hung in the air for a brief moment.
"I see"
"Well a little warning of bad things to come is always appreciated, no matter how peculiarly the message is delivered."
You shifted, moving from straddling her lap, making your way over to the cabinet for a replacement tea light.
As you move her eyes linger on your figure. The delicate set you have on tonight is one of her favorites.
Being able to call someone as beautiful and soft as you hers, even if for a moment, brings her some warmth. Contrasting the usual coldness she wears daily.
Snuffing out the last of the cigar she makes her way to you before you turn around. The heat emanating from her warm palm seeps into the skin of your hip. She grabs your waist-drawing you close against her steady frame. The slight tickle of her hair against your shoulder makes you shiver as she tucks herself in the crook of your neck.
Her warm lips find your skin, gentle and lingering.
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