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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.

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Snow came and the wind grew bitter. The winter months had been cursing you with persisting thoughts of not only a stranger but a dangerous outlaw.

You were ashamed to admit how often Sevika would consume your thoughts. You often caught yourself spacing, your eyes directed towards the door. Sometimes you’d be crouched behind the bar stocking shelves to hear heavy boots. You’d peek out with a dull tightness expanding in your chest to see it wasn’t her. Of course it wasn’t. It was a wonder she even ended up in this town in the first place.

You’d also been having strange vivid dreams and with the additional headache of the saloon owner's demanding schedule, you hadn’t slept well in some time. You’d bury your face into a pillow, hoping the pressure would distract you from the fantasies that crept over you in your bed. You’d always end up more awake than before, with your heart racing and a hand shoved between your thighs. It was terrible.

What you would do for a normal string of thoughts. What you would do to not be a lovesick fool.

You tended to be the romantic sort, picturing a life with a stranger for months, using it to quell the less optimistic parts of your mind. You knew you’d eventually get over it, but fuck did it suck to be in it. 

In the chill of winter, more people would gather at the saloon for warmth. You could see snow whipping with the wind outside the windows, contrasting the gentle light of oil lamps around the saloon. If the fire didn’t warm patrons, liquor definitely would. It benefited you as well. The more buzzed, the more willing they were to give the barkeep their hard-earned coin.

The older ‘gentleman’ did tend to get a bit more handsy in the winter, blaming the cold, their self control was dulled by the alcohol. A hand would rest on your lower back as you took an order, an arm would be slung over your shoulder as someone made a toast to their table. Overall, more friendly. You didn’t mind too much. You were good at buttering people up. Just by looking at them you could tell how they wanted you: a bit more mouth on you, softer, well-mannered, complimentary. Whatever it took really.

You’d laugh at all their jokes, promise to top off their glass since they treated you so kindly — though you did the same with everybody. At this point, it was standard practice. No booze was wasted, but it made them feel good. You just had a knack for suckering drunks, you suppose. 

Lately, you’d been spending a lot more time at the saloon, mostly for a distraction. As the town grew colder, the world grew quieter. It was far too easy to dwell. You felt directionless. Each day you’d wake, you’d work, and then you’d lay in bed. You were desperate for a dream to take you away. Maybe the monotony would be easier if you had any kind of light at the end of the tunnel.

Many persist to one day have a family, a home they built and a plot of land to tend. Even those driven by greed are motivated by fortune, but as it stood, you simply were alive out of habit. Especially now, as the frigid air seeped into your bedroom at night, sun tucked behind clouds and snow storms. You had been feeling awfully… aware. 

You’d caught yourself staring off again, lost in thought. You’re shaken out at the clink of glasses. A table of men holler about new opportunities. Hopeful young men sold on some big idea, all the money they could dream of. What better way to celebrate than wasting all the money they did have on cheap booze? You smile sweetly as you greet them.

“What’s the special occasion?” you inquire, their glasses tapping against the table as you set them down. 

“Celebratin’ the day we finally get out of this town” one man gloats, swiping his second glass from its place on the table to cheers.

You laugh politely, “Definitely something to celebrate.”

“We’re moving out to the city to make it big. We’ve finally sold someone on a new medication we’ve developed” the man explains, beaming with haughty confidence. 

You hum along to indicate you’re listening. 

“You know what.” He fumbles in his bag and pulls out a small vial. It’s a dull, almost purple, liquid. 

“On the house, seein’ that you’ve always treated us right.”

He presses it into your hand. It’s not the first you’ve encountered snake oil salesmen. A medication that can change your life — which just so happened to be developed by men with zero qualification — placebo alone being enough to hook those desperate enough.

You’re still polite, slightly nodding  “You’re very kind.”

The man turns back to his group, “Come on boys, to our last night as nobodies.”

You turn away from the group, bitterly chuckling under their cheers. The vial is awkwardly loose in your palm, so you haphazardly tuck it on the shelves as you settle back behind the bar.

You hear the distinct sound of wind rushing in and boots taping against the floor. Turning out to greet an arriving patron, your smile falters as you register it’s her. She taps her boots into the floor, staining the wood dark as the snow seeps in. Sevika.

You catch her offer a firm pat on the shoulder of one of the men you’d just tended to as she passes. Sevikas wearing a more winter-appropriate outfit. It looks like she has some kind of longer sleeve under a thicker cloak. The cloak is a deep blue and reaches just past her knees, its interior lined with short fur. Her boots were a more durable pair it seemed. Wider toe and thicker soles.

She sits down casually at the bar. Nodding to you “I’ll have a whiskey.”

You’re not sure what to say, so you just listened. Least you hadn’t been so smitten you’d forgotten how to pour whiskey. Her eyes focus on the rim of the liquor as it reaches her lips. “You came back,” you mutter. 

She smiles into her glass, glad you’re finally acknowledging her. 

“Was ‘round.. thought I’d stop by to see my favorite saloon girl.”

“A flattering title” you mumble.

You fall into a comfortable conversation, pressing your elbows against the bar top and leaning closer to her. 

“Just in town or?” you start trailing off, smiling like you already knew the answer.

“Pretty small town, any other saloon girls I don’t know about?” She questions, avoiding answering you directly, but implying you’re at least her favorite within some distant radius. 

“Wouldn’t mind a couple more options” she smirks, dampening your assured grin.

You frown, mock offended.

“And to think I thought you might’ve been put behind bars. Shame” you tease, pressing your cheek into your palm.

She chuckles, returning to her glass. The conversation is fairly short.

You wish you could spend all night with her, you want to know more about her. She’s fairly cagey in a way, so you don’t know anything about her really. Besides her status. You wonder if she’d ever tell you. She didn’t seem like the open type. 

She’s to herself besides you, nursing her drink, catching your eye when you stare. She intrigues you. You catch the group of salesmen leaving, one wrapping an arm around Sevika. She remains unfazed, choosing to ignore the contact.

Around midnight when Sevika stands to leave, your heart sinks. You only got to speak with her briefly. What if you don’t see her again for months, If ever again? She must catch your expression. Longing, maybe desperate. Definitely pathetic. Because she pauses.

“Closing up soon?”

“Hour maybe” you respond, glancing at the thinning crowd.

She sighs, sitting back at the barstool. 

“I’ll have another drink.”

She spends the hour switching between enjoying her drink, and leering at you. You feel like you’re already being undressed by her stare. You flush, your mind buzzing as you try to cling to the focus of your work. As the last patrons left, and the lamp light grew dim, Sevika focused all her attention on you.  

Your throat is dry as you speak, “You’re not stayin’ to help close I imagine?”

“I’m stayin’ cause you seem to be more than willin’ to let me.”

Her eyes travel the length of your body. Your face warms.

“Don’t worry, darlin, won’t make you beg for it.”

You were giddy heading up the stairs. You entered the first empty room, making a point to not almost break the door. Sevika eagerly pushed you past the entrance, fisting your hair and slamming you against the wall. Only breaking the bruising kiss to pull your blouse over your head. Her nails dig into your waist.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ of you” she admits, running her teeth along your jaw and biting into the junction of your neck and shoulder. You shudder, throwing your head back as she sucks a dark mark into your neck. She throws her cloak off onto some small table perched in the corner. Your arms wrap around her neck, hands curling up into her hair as you pull her closer to you, aching for her. Her hair falls loose and around her face. God, she looks so good.

You trail your hands along her shoulders, reaching the hem of her shirt. You press your hands under her shirt, her abdomen tensing as she licks into your mouth, leaning forward to press into you. She breaks the kiss and you gasp for air. She guides you to the bed smoothly by your hips, pulling off your skirt before pushing you back and crawling over you. She latches onto the pulse point of your throat and you tilt your head giving her full access. You feel her nose pressing into your neck. 

“Think about this? Seeing me again?.”

There’s a hoarseness to her voice as she hungrily presses her lips against you. You nod, humming into her mouth as she leans back up to kiss your lips. She speaks quietly, trailing her hand down to hold your thigh. 

“You touch yourself?” she smirks, tilting her head.

You push her shoulder playfully. 

“Aren’t you intrusive. Am I not a lady?” You scoff with an airy giggle. 

She chuckles above you, her look patronizing.

“Course, a proper lady.” 

You glare, still grinning.

“And you’re nothing but a vile cowboy.” 

She hums in response, working into your mouth. You can taste the whiskey on her breath. She breaks away to travel further down your body, a string of spit breaking on the air. 

“I did,” you shyly answer. 

You feel her lips curl as she kisses your shoulder. 

“Mmm, course you did.”

You suck in a breath as her husky voice resonates against your collar. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You ask, slightly offended. 

She ignores you in favor of focusing on getting your corset off. She blindly pulls at the ties, as she sucks deep marks into your sternum. She peels off your undergarments, admiring your naked form. Her pupils expand, swallowed with lust. She leans into you. There’s a hesitance as she looks over you. 

“What’re you thinkin’?” Sevika urges, stilling her hand on your thigh. 

“Can you be.. less.. clothed?” you cringe, fumbling around the words and flushing with embarrassment. Sevika humors you. “How rude of me” she mocks. 

She sits back on her knees and shucks off her shirt, tossing it to the side. You watch, a giddy smile spreading across your face. Sevika huffs at your earnest excitement. She stands for a moment only to unbuckle her belt and pull off her pants. She quickly climbs back over, the bed bowing as she joins you.

“Better?”

You nod, running your hands down her back. She gives you a moment. Clearly, you're excited.

You admire her toned stomach and arm, the muscles in her arm flexed from holding herself up on the bed. The scars on her body run all the way from the side of her face into her left shoulder, spreading across her chest and further across her abdomen. She’s staring at you, amused at how long you’re taking just to look at her. She hurries you along, leaning back into you. She returns her attention back to your chest. She kisses between your breasts, running a thumb along the sensitive bud causing you to arch into her hand. She grins at your response, flattening her palm against your chest.

“So impatient,” she clicks her tongue.

She resumes, running her thumb along your breast while she licks along the other. She moves in closer to suck you into her mouth. You let out a relieved sigh, devolving into a whine as she rolls one nipple between her fingers. She sucks the other, rolling her tongue over. You feel delirious with pleasure already. She gently releases your tit with a pop.

She leans back to admire your drooling cunt. You’re soaked, your arousal potent. She seems to get a sadistic amusement out of you shamefully pressing your knees together at her unrelenting attention. She grins, baring her teeth. 

“I shouldn’t keep you any longer should I?” She taunts. 

“No” you plead.  

“Mmm, but I like seeing you so needy for me.”

she kisses the top of your knee “Fuck, you’re so wet.” 

She leans over your hips using her body weight to press your legs apart. 

“Tell me what you need, sweet girl.”

She’s rested over you, staring down at you with a predatory gaze. You voluntarily press your thighs further, showcasing yourself for her. 

“Anything you’ll give me. Please.” 

She remains seated back on her knees, leering at you. 

“Please” you try pleading with her again. She hums leaning closer to your face to watch you squirm. 

“Need you to say it for me.” 

You squeeze your eyes tight, embarrassed. But you need it so bad. 

“Your mouth please. I need you” you beg. 

“That wasn't so hard now was it?” She teases. 

From her position above you, you feel her spit onto your leaking cunt. “Jesus, Sevika” you attempt to scold her, but in your arousal clouded mind it comes out more as a whine. A dark chuckle rumbles through her chest as she runs her thick digit through your folds, collecting the wetness. She rubs gentle circles into your clit. You let out a shaky breath, pressing your hips into her. She grips your hips with her hand, keeping your legs spread with her arm as she leans into you, positioning her face between your thighs. She’s careful as she holds your left side with her metal hand.

She flattens her tongue along your inner thigh, pausing to suck into the damp skin. She kisses around your lower abdomen and thighs, avoiding where you need her. A pathetic mewl passes your throat, your muscles tensing.

“So needy” she chides.

Still, she gives into your desperation. She presses her mouth into you and licks up your slit. A string of your arousal breaks as she pulls her tongue from you.

You gasp, pushing your head back into the mattress. She presses further into you, throwing one leg over her shoulder. You curse under your breath “f-fuck.” You’re not sure what to do with your hands so you opt for death gripping a pillow rested behind your head.

Sevika is relentless, licking through your folds. Her metal talons dig into the meat of your ass, tearing through the skin. You hiss. It’s hard to tell, but you think she’s drawn blood.

She licks into your hole and you moan as you feel her nose pressing up into your clit. She grins as you throb against her mouth. You feel her groan into you as she raises your hips for more leverage. She buries her tongue deep into you, using her hands to grind you into her mouth.

The feeling is intoxicating. You can feel your mind go blank before you feel a buzz building, warming your face. Your thighs tense as you gasp, desperate to get any air into your weeping lungs. “Sevika I’m” you start, interrupted by a cry that spills out of you as she curls in a thick finger deep, teasing against your clit with her lips. She smiles giving a firm suck.

“Go on, I wanna see you.” 

You pant heavily as the pace of her finger becomes relentless. She removes her finger and burries her tongue back into you, pressing you down into the bed with a flat palm on your abdomen. You curl into her chest as you feel your climax building, digging your blunt nails into her back. You whine into the crook of her neck. 

“S-Sevika, oh god.” 

You gasp, crying into her as your orgasm hits you. Your muscles tense and your thighs shake as you feel it crashing over you. She continues gently licking into you as you come down, slowing her relentless pace as she collects your release on her tongue. You struggle to catch your breath, panting into her shoulder.

You use her scent to ground you. It’s a warm cedar smell, you can pick up notes of tobacco and cinnamon. You commit the smell of her brand of cigarette to memory, humming into her. She leans back on her knees, your weakened arms falter and you fall back into the bed. You feel your stomach drop at the sight of her mouth, dampened with your slick.

She casually wipes your juices with the back of her hand before she leans back over you. You feel the pressure of her bare stomach against yours. 

She hums “So good for me” and kisses the corner of your mouth. You smile, panting as you catch your breath. You swing your forearm over your closed eyes as you laugh softly. 

“Wow.”

You are truly incredible with words.

Her nose bumps into yours. “Think you can handle more?” She says as though she’s asking. 

You’d fight harder, but the way her eyelids drop dreamily over her near black eyes. You feel the curling in your gut as your mind wanders. When’s the next time you’d get to do this? “Yes…” your eyes are locked with hers. 

“Yeah?” Her eyes search yours and she smiles.

“You want me to ride you, baby?” she taunts.

“Beggin’ me to use you to get off?” Desire presses deeper into your gut making you squirm. 

“Please” you whine. 

“That’s a girl” she coos, lifting her hips so she can pull her drawers off.

She pushes your leg into you with her right hand, straddling your left thigh. She slowly grinds into you. You shudder as she rubs against your overly sensitive clit. She grunts as she rides you, pressing her aching cunt into yours. You feel the wetness between her folds collect on your thigh as she grinds down slowly, working you back up and finding a comfortable pace. She curses, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Fuck you feel so good.”

Her praise shoots right to your core and your hips grind up to meet hers. She groans, rocking into you faster. Her shoulder flexes as she presses her metal arm into the mattress beside you, her metallic fingers curl into the bed as she desperately grinds down. She grins as she fucks herself into you, enjoying how your eyes screw shut from pleasure. You already feel the tight coil in your stomach growing tighter as she rubs her clit into yours, desperate for the friction.

The way her name comes from your lips is pleading. You gasp, your hips stuttering as you feel yourself tipping over the edge. Sevika is clawing at your thigh with her right hand, using the leverage to press herself into you as she seeks her own release. The lewd sounds of her against you make your brain blank. White sparks behind your eyelids as you cry her name “Sevika…ah..fuck.” Sevika groans, your release causing her to easily glide against you. 

“Sevika” you plead, your back arching into the bed as you suck in a sharp breath. 

“Cmon’” she stutters. “so close” she sighs, her head tilting back. 

”So good, baby.” 

“You feel so good” she chokes out. 

You whine. The way she’s pleading with you, desperately rocking into you. You feel her hips still as her muscles tense around your thigh. Her head drops to your chest as she climaxes. She curses as she pants against your sternum, her hips still gently rocking into you as she comes down. She brings her hand from your hip to hold your jaw. The way the pad of her thumb gently presses into the hollow of your cheek feels far too intimate. She kisses you, firmly pressing her lips into yours.

She hums, eyes half-lidded, “You did so good for me.”

She swipes her thumb across your cheek. You sigh into her hand. Exhausted but content. She speaks above your lips “Can’t stay.”

You grumble, pressing into her chest. “I’ll be back soon” she chuckles, amused by your petulance. You press your nose into her shoulder. 

“You said that last time.” 

“I mean it this time, honest.”

You sigh, relenting. She sounds genuine enough. But still. You want to feel her warmth against you as long as you can. You let her peel herself away from you. You sit on the edge of the bed as she shrugs back on her clothes. You want to scream. Why do you always do this to yourself? You ache for her so bad it’s painful. You’re already starting the process of accepting you won’t see her again and it won’t be for months if you did. She catches you staring at your feet, lost in thought. 

“Promise” she emphasizes. 

You hear the thud of her boots grow quieter as she leaves. You sigh, falling back into the mattress.

You roll to your side to watch the sky through the frosted windows. For the first time this season the sky was clear, revealing the stretch of stars across the night. The snow gently fell to the land. It looked like the stars were falling.

You imagine indulging in quiet stargazing can come with far worse consequences as an outlaw. You’re reminded of how far apart you and Sevika really are.

How many lives had been taken by the same hand that held your face in a kiss? You had somehow fallen in love with someone you didn’t know. The nature of a criminal was to be who you needed to be to fulfill your foremost desires. Be a different person somewhere else for a little while.

Who was it that sat at your bar for hours, silently waiting for you? You’d like to think you’re not that blindly smitten. You know soon will be the day you’re forced to never see her again.

Your eyes grow heavy and you feel an uncomfortable scratching on your back. You roll over and push up on your palms to see it's torn through the mattress, flock and loose wool popping out through distinct claw marks.

“shit” you wince.