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You wipe the bar down trying to busy yourself. The saloon is calm. A couple townspeople sat at tables quietly playing cards or chatting. Nobody bothers you, everyone already being set polishing off their drinks. You still your needless cleaning, attention turning to the thud of heavy boots against the wood flooring.
You see a woman you’re sure you’ve never seen. Or maybe you have? You feel as though you know her. She sits at the bar and you move towards her. She takes the time to place a cigarette loosely in her lips before grabbing a lighter and striking it to the cigarette. You see the smoke seep from her mouth as she exhales.
“What can I get for ya?” You ask leaning onto your elbows against the bar with a polite smile on your lips. She pulls the cigarette to hold in her hand resting it against the bar.
“Not picky. Something strong”
You slide her a glass of rotgut whiskey, it being effective enough and the only liquor a town like this could afford. She tips it with her hand before bringing it to her lips. You’re admittedly staring.
Looking over her profile you realize why she seemed familiar. Sevika. She rides with Silcos gang. She has a hefty price on her head second to only Silco himself. One that could probably get you out of this dying town. But you’re not the outlaw catchin type. She notices you studying her. She smirks into her glass, seeing the recognition in your eyes. She grins and tips her eyes towards you. She’s probably come to the same conclusion. There’s no way you could put her away.
“Mind on how you’d use the reward?”
You startle at the question, eyes widening. She saw that momentary spark in your eyes knowing her capture came with some generous pay. Were you in danger? You start to panic. She chuckles, shaking her head slightly as she tilts her glass to her lips “No need to spook. I wouldn’t hurt a lady for dreamin’” she takes a long swig of the amber liquid. She taps the table next to the now empty glass, signaling a refill. You quickly grab the bottle from under the bar and fill her glass using the task to break your eyes away from her. She takes the moment to look over you. Your hair is pulled back loosely. Hair falling to frame your face. You’re wearing a cream blouse tucked into a long brown pleated skirt. She bluntly asks, “Pretty girl like you taken?”
You flush at the forwardness, occupying yourself with really making sure the whiskey bottle is oriented on the shelf properly. Is an outlaw flirting with you? No way you could misread that right? Your lips press into a thin line as you think.
“Not quite”
She seems pleased with that. Humming to herself. She is definitely attractive. Her hair is dark and strands fall to sweep over her face. She wears a black cowboy hat wrapped with a leather cord. Scars travel up the left side of her neck to her jaw. She wears a large red poncho covering most of her left side. She takes a sip of her drink and you see her throat bob as she swallows it. She’s grinning at you. It's a teasing grin you can see from the quirk of her eyebrow. She knows exactly where your minds at.
You open your mouth to speak but the words die on your tongue. She finishes off her glass and tosses some coin on the table. And just like that she’s gone.
You blankly stare at the glass processing the fact that you now are on the radar of the most dangerous gangs in the state. You distract yourself by wiping the bar down again. It’s going to be sparkling by nightfall.
After months you forget about the encounter. You think about the encounter less.
You’re glad nothing has happened since. That night your mind raced with all the things that could happen. Had she accidentally revealed something you shouldn’t know? That meant Silcos gang was nearby, could you be a target? How could you be? You try to convince yourself you’re unimportant enough to be fine. You continue your life with some peace. Until one night she returns.
A familiar thud as her boots hit the floor draws your attention as she sits down. She takes off her hat and places it on the bar. You’re busy with another patron who’s telling you about the spoils of a recent hunt. But when you notice Sevika expectantly watching you your face flushes red. This is definitely not ideal. You excuse yourself from the man speaking to you and move to Sevika. You’re casual. Leaning against the bar and sweetly greeting her.
“Anything I can get for you?”
Sevika smiles.
“Whiskey’s fine”
You pour her a glass and place it in front of her. You aren’t able to pull your eyes away from the way her fingers curl around the glass as she brings it to her lips.
As the night progresses she migrates to a table. The table is rowdy. They’re on probably their second game of poker. Sevika played risky. She bet high. It seemed to work as others at the table felt the need to overcompensate. As she reveals she’s won the full pot she calms the now begrudging men by offering another game
”Don’t worry boys, you can get me back next game”
She leans back in her chair
“Why don’t I get us all another round on me?”
The men cheer. Spirits slightly lifted. You assume it won’t hit them how much money they lost until the alcohol wears off tomorrow. Sevika signals you over to the table with two fingers. You prepare a tray of drinks and set them in front of the people at the table. Sevika is staring at you as you pass out drinks. You try to ignore her but you feel her smirk widen as your face flushes at the attention. “Wanna play a round?” She asks.
“I don’t really know how to play” you lamely respond. She pats her lap “I’ll teach ya”
“You fellas ready for a real challenge?”
She starts riling up the men at the table readying them to lose even more of their money. She’s looking at you expectantly. You’re already pretty sure you’re in deep shit with Silcos gang so you think it’s probably smart to do what she wants. You hesitantly sit on her lap. She hums contentedly around a cigarette. She passes around the first cards, handing you yours. You stare at them trying to denote any meaning. The men start throwing out bets. Everyone starts low. Sevika deals some cards up to the center of the table. Then, you can feel metal teasing against your hip. You peek down to see the sharp tips of a metal hand. Your eyes widen at the sight. You’re convinced you’re fucked. Sevika taps your chin
“Your turn, darlin’”
You completely missed anything that happened, so any hints at how to play this game in the first round are out the window. Sevika chuckles and leans closer into your back, speaking into your ear. “Probably best to call”
So you do as she says. You really don’t end up playing. Sevika mostly plays through you and the contact is getting to you. You can feel when her legs shift. Her hand resting by your side. The warmth of her breath against you and the feeling of her leaning into you to whisper in your ear. You hated to admit you loved the attention, especially from someone as dangerous as her. It was thrilling.
When the game ends she wins again. You get why. She is very hard to read and you don’t know what you’re looking at. She smiles confidently leaning into you
“you played well”
You roll your eyes. “Please I didn’t play”
She takes a drag of her cigarette letting the smoke filter out through her nose.
“You ain’t very good with compliments are ya, darlin”
“I’m only good at recognizing when I’m actually playin’ something well” you respond. A chuckle resonates within her and you feel it against you. “When’re ya done pouring drinks for the night?”
She taps her cigarette on a tray at the table.
“‘Bout thirty minutes”
She hums looking over you again. “I’m willing to bet they got a more private area in this saloon?”
you flush at the question. And you feel guilty at how much you’re being affected right now. “Yes” you manage. “Good. I’ll be here”
She tilts her head back to the bar. You probably should get back to work.
The next thirty minutes are agonizingly slow. People filter out as the night ends, and you close up best you can with Sevika sitting back so casually finishing off her last drink. When she’s finished, she stands up and hands you the glass to clean. You place it in a bin of hot water with some other glasses. She’s much taller than you and now that you’re looking up at her you realize it. She quirks an eyebrow at you. Like she’s daring you to make a move. And god. You just want her to do something to you. You can’t believe how much this woman affects you but she does. You brave a question.
“What are you doing this far out?”
You had been wondering why any gang would ride into a town as dead as yours.
“Not at liberty to say”
Makes sense. The air is tense. She steps forward.
“I can tell somethin's on your mind”
She pauses
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
First, you should finish cleaning the bar. But you also should not sleep with an outlaw. Yet you find yourself apathetic to that logic. The bar was fine enough. Not like it had an image to keep.
“You seem to have your own ideas” you suggest
Sevika darkly chuckles, her eyes focused on your movements as you act occupied with restocking the bar. “Course I do. Pretty little thing keeps watching me from the bar. Curious to know what’s goin’ on in that head of yours” she holds herself up against the bar leaning closer towards you. You busy yourself with polishing a glass. “You’ve got a price on your head. I’m sure you’re used to stares”
Sevikas grin spreads. She likes that you’re becoming more bold. She chances another step behind the bar closing the distance. Your eyes drift off to the empty saloon. You are the only two left. The lights are low and warm. And your mind is buzzing. You are completely alone with an outlaw.
You see her metal hand lifting from her cape as she runs the thumb down your jaw and pulls your chin towards her. You glance up at her lips. They’re scarred like the rest of her but soft. She guides you closer to her eyes. Gently so she doesn’t break skin. You know you look pathetic. Your eyes are wide and focused and your face is hot and flushed. You feel your skin burn under her touch as she guides her right arm to hold you close to her. She hums as she looks over you. “So what is it? I like to let the lady lead, s’only polite”
“I-“ you stammer out any thoughts you have die the moment they reach your throat.
“Words darlin’”
“Anything, please. Just” you start “not here”
She sees your eyes break their focus on her to dart to the stairs. Quickly she scoops her right arm under you pressing you to her with her metal arm. You yelp as she lifts you, flinging your arms around her neck so you don’t fall. She chuckles at that reassuring, “I got you”
She kicks a door to one of the upstairs rooms in. You look over to make sure it’s not broken since you wouldn’t know how to explain that to the owner. The worry in your brow soothes as Sevika rests you against the bed.
She shrugs her poncho off, tossing it somewhere. You sit up on your elbows to see her. She’s got a grey wife beater tucked into some jeans secured with a chunky belt. The jeans are well worn. She's got brown cowboy boots with a warmer hue. And now you can see her metal arm in full. She leans over you, planting her arms to either side of your chest. You cautiously move your hand towards the cool metal. Sevikas eyes dart to your fingers as the tips graze the surface of her arm.
Most of the rods and hinges are the same metal as the pistol tucked to her hip. The metal is engraved and inked black. The detail is lovely and you take a moment to admire the craftsmanship. You wonder how that arm would even really work. You press your fingertips into the groves feeling the details. She watches your hand as you look over it. She grins down at you
“Most people don’t get to see it this close”
“least not long” she adds.
Most people. Most people don’t get to see this. The thought makes you feel warm. “It’s… really beautiful” you thumb over the engravings. She only clicks her tongue “Aren’t you a charmer”
She must be getting impatient because she pushes you back down, her thumb against the dip of your collarbone. She drags her hand up to hold your jaw as she catches you in a hungry kiss. You gasp slightly as your lips connect but you quickly melt into it. Closing your eyes and pulling her into you, your hands running through her hair. She works into your mouth, her tongue pushing past your lips. You moan into her pulling her closer. You don’t think you can be close enough. Your lungs strain and as you pull back for air you see she’s managed to get her belt off jeans zipped down showing a fuzzy happy trail leading into the waistband of her underpants.
“Can you get this all off yourself, sweet thing?” She tugs at your shirt collar. You hum in confirmation but it devolves into a desperate whine of sorts. She leaves kisses up your jaw. Firmly holding one side of your face while she works up the other to your ear. You fumble with the buttons of your shirt trying desperately to get it off quick. When your shirt is hanging off your shoulders she helps you get it off your arms, throwing it to the side.
She takes the opportunity to explore the new area. Running a hand firmly down your side. She sucks against your shoulder and neck, nudging your head back and leaving a kiss under your jaw. She kneads your stomach as she licks and marks your chest. Her hands travel down, her thumb hooking under your skirt. She tugs looking back at you. Her eyes are so expressive. You lift your hips giving her permission. She eagerly pulls them off. She kisses and sucks against your sternum moving down to run her teeth along your hips. Now she’s gripping your thigh with her right hand kissing up the inner leg from the back of your knee. She places a kiss against your clothed center. You gasp, relaxing into the pillows and rolling your hips into her, desperate for her touch. “Please” you shutter.
“Don’t worry baby I got you”
she smirks down at you, a wolfish grin spreading across her face. She pulls your panties to the side, swiping her middle finger through your folds. You arch your back hissing at the touch. “All this for me, sweet girl? I didn’t realize you needed it that bad”
She chuckles, relishing in how wet you are for her. She presses her middle finger into you. You sigh, releasing a deep breath causing your chest to fall as she works into you. She leans back over you sucking against your ear. Her ring finger joins her middle working you open before curling them into you. You bite back a grateful moan. Her nose presses into your neck as she begins rubbing against your clit with her thumb. Her lips ghost the shell of your ear
“That’s it baby don’t hold back now”
“I got you”
“lemme hear them pretty noises”
You can’t hold back the gasps and moans now. You press your head into the bed closing your eyes, desperately grinding your hips into her hand hoping for more friction. Your breath comes out shaky, accompanied by soft moans. You feel her name but you’re too lost in the feeling you don’t consciously produce any of the sounds coming out of you. Sevika can feel you tightening around her fingers as you’re getting close. Your hands move from her neck to claw into her back. Your face pressed into the crook of her neck as you come on her fingers.
She drawls out a soft “that’s it. Good girl” as you come for her. Your teeth graze along Sevikas neck as you sigh her name. “Easy easy” she breathes. Her hand is resting on your thigh as you catch your breath. Breathing deeply into her shoulder. Your arms feel weak as you lose your grip on her flopping back onto the bed. You smile awkwardly up at her and she rubs your thigh in a soothing motion. “Not used to that?” she smirks.
You look away flushed, eyes focusing on a dresser to the side of the room. You’re a little embarrassed she could tell that easily. “Not… really” you admit.
You can feel the laugh rumbling in her chest.
You watch her eyes. How her pupils dilate. Her smile is soft and comforting. She seems pleased but you feel a bit guilty.
“Can I do anything for you?” You ask. She cocks her head and smiles sympathetically at you.
“Wish I could stay. Got business”
You frown slightly at that.
“Don’t worry. I’ve found this town has its uses. Probably could convince Silco to head out this way again soon” You hadn’t expected such a feared outlaw to be so… Considerate? Sweet maybe. She was a surprisingly gentle lover.
“You’re awfully kind for an outlaw. Maybe I won’t turn you in” you tease like you’d even considered it. Like you even could. She barks out a laugh, her head hanging low between her shoulders. “Careful now” she warns.
She pushes up from the bed and pulls her poncho back over her shoulders. She holds her hat in the tips of her metal hand, careful not to puncture it. You’re now sitting at the edge off the bed, your shirt pulled over your shoulders and your eyes following her as she collects herself. you're still slightly dazed as she moves to the door.
“Wait up for me yeah?” she offers.
Your focus snaps back to her. You process for a moment. The words come out hesitant and quiet, unsure.
“I’ll be here”
She tilts her head down slightly as she dons her hat. Nodding at you. And she’s gone. Your head spins a moment while you collect your thoughts blinking at the empty doorway. You decide you’re too tired to get home this late and you cozy up in the sheets. Her scent still lingers and you cling to it before it fades. You drift off.
You’ll have to think of a good explanation for your boss tomorrow.