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A door in her office revealed a set of stairs that led to a whole new area. The hallway was painted a dark brown that matched the creaking floorboard under your feet. She unlocked the door that revealed a modest apartment, cloaked in neutral grays and natural wood. Her living room had a small leather couch, with an empty coffee table and a large surface rug. Despite its simple nature there were paintings and images littered around the space. Some hung up on walls while others found home on a large shelves.

When she revealed her bedroom, you closed the door and collapsed into her sanctuary. It was small, a bit unkept but with what the woman goes through daily, it was fitting. A full ash tray, old clothes on the floor and an unmade bed that took up most of the room. She threw her common clothes into an unoccupied corner leaving her pants on.

Sevika removed her arm with a snap and hiss and placed it on a small table in the corner of the room. Then the harness, only skin remaining. Her makeshift workbench held bolts and loose wiring. You noticed a soft heave of her chest as she comes back around to meet you sat at the end of the bed. You stand as you touch her shoulder and then snake your hand to the back of her neck. You walk Sevika into the edge of her bed and bent down to kiss her forehead.

"It's a mess in here—"

"Don't care."

You yank the soft hair tie from Sevika’s scalp and grasp a bundle of her faint, budding grey hairs. Once you got the silent acceptance to proceed, you press your lips against her throat. Sevika’s body was rigid and you felt it rock hard under your hands. Almost like she was resisting your touch.

“Sevika?” You ask.

“Hm?” She groans strained.

“Are you gonna open up for me or should I stop?”

“Don’t stop.” She hesitates. "Please."

Though she gave you a verbal confirmation, her muscles fought against the swirl of your tongue against her veins. From her neck, to her shoulder where her prosthetic harness lives. Peppering kisses all over the scarred and stretched skin. Sevika raises her hand to gently grip the back of your neck. You noticed she was a bit uncomfortable so you directed your kisses back to her jaw.

Your fingers pick at the fabric on her tank top. You marvel at her dark brown nipples that were erect but puffy around the edges. Your hand cups one breast and she shifts under you.

“‘Vika, I’m gonna stop because how am I supposed to know if I’m doing good if you’re silent?”

You two link eyes and she sits staring breathlessly. “Don’t pester me little —”

You kiss her to shut her up. Sevika realized her favorite thing to do was kiss you. The way she was able to guide the situation, lead you where she wanted you to go — make you pliable. But now that your mouth was lingering on hers it made her forget about it all. All of her pain, her lost memories, from the way you slowed down this time. Those sloppy, greedy kisses that you shared before, grew to the preference that Sevika could finally sink into.

You bit her bottom lip to which elicited a groan and sinister smile, so you nip more before returning to her breasts. You prick her thin skin with your teeth trailing towards her areola. Sevika’s hand tenses around your scalp. She was boiling under the surface with a whirlwind of emotions. The simple feeling of your fingers against her and the warmth of your perfect mouth was enough. A piece of you wanted to please her to the point of her to never forget about you.

Sevika’s moans were light yet grounded. Her clenching her stomach as the pleasure escaping her throat roughly or through her nose. She leans back to accommodate a new angle to where your lips can meet with her nipples. Though you don’t give in so easily. You peck softly around the fluffy disc, allowing her to adjust to the hot salvia glazed on your lips. You flick your tongue just a hair to which she throws her head back completely. Then you bite again, noticing Sevika is a glutton for pushing her nerves to the farthest corners of reality.

A kiss follows, silently affirming her that she handled it well. Sevika was a dominant woman, gaining her pleasure from others and satisfying herself to the thought of it during or after. But whatever you were doing was making her unravel ideals that she held about herself. Her arousal was thick like a weight in her core. Sevika jerked as you started sucking her nipple in between bites and licks. She was so sensitive on her chest that was often plated down with crafted chest plates. You kneaded her lone breast, pinching her nipple with the same pressure as your teeth.

Naturally, your lips travel to her waistband, you practically drinking her scent. Sevika’s eyes tracked you and you fell between her knees to unbuckle her belt. She was near breathlessness, trying to manage her adrenaline as she saw your pretty face between her legs. You push both your palms up her thighs then back down, feeling her. “Do you like me down here?”

“Right where you’re supposed to be.” She strokes your forehead.

You wriggle her pants down and off her body. Her underwear was taut on her hips, the dark curly hair between her legs wild peaking through and healed over battle scars and stretch marks. Sevika senses you staring at them, as if you were turned off by them but you just drag a dull nail against them. Happy that she even let you this close and plus the proof of her strength you found titillating. Your nose brushed against the dark fabric to inhale her. Then your tongue comes against her center. She was soaked through and knowing she was made you hungrier.

Once you remove the barrier holding you away from her she widens her legs. In the paper-like skin above her clit was a bar of silver jewelry. You couldn't bare to tease the woman anymore so you press your mouth into her cunt and drag your tongue from her hole to her clit. She winced at the sensation, her clit was swollen, bright pink and enveloped in copper lips that were deliciously paired with her arousal. Sevika couldn't take her eyes off you. Her abs were contracted not only from the sensation but also the visual of you nose deep in her most intimate part.

You flicker your vision in her direction as you suck her deeper past your lips. She lifted her hips in a staccato rhythm to chase her pleasure. The sight was beautiful, not only did Sevika trust you enough to see her without her prosthetic, she let you undress and devour her. You moaned into her core with each suckle and lap, slurping in her lips and drinking her cum. She gripped the back of your head and started sliding up and down your face, relishing in the sloppiness.

"Makin’ me feel so good." She whispers mindlessly as she throws her head back. The constriction in her throat indicated she was close. Sevika was panting as you flicked your tongue on her.

The warmth of her cum overwhelmed you. You swallow as much as you can and extract yourself from her. When she looks down at you, an image you've never seen before surprises you, she smiles at the mess on your chin. A full smile that makes your belly flip. You rise to stand between her knees, she grips your jaw firmly and then licks herself from your chin, lips, cheeks and even the tip of your nose.

You reach your hand down between her legs to stroke her gently. You wanted her to capture her moans in your mouth, continue to make her unravel. Despite your best efforts to clean her up, her slick remained as you circled her clit.

"I won't be so nice next time."

"You won't?" She clinches.

"Nope, you make me feel sad when you don't moan for me."

Another gush of wetness came out of Sevika. She never had a woman speak to her in such a way.

"I'm sorry, tell me what to do." She pleaded, brows soft and honest.

"You don’t have to hold back for me." You said, as you slipped a finger inside.

You were awake wondering if her driver was ever coming or was this her plan all along. You lay on the right side of Sevika's bed with her arm set over your midsection. The woman settled in the deepest sleep she's had in a long time. The weight of her body should’ve been enough to lull you to bed but you couldn’t find it to do so. The clamoring outside kept you awake and the neon lights that filtered through. You memorized the pacing of her breath against your neck. You didn't dare to move one inch and disrupt her, so, you laid there still and appreciative.

You raise your hand to her bicep and she lights up, her chest jumping as she grows to being alert, shifting to sit up.

"Sevika, it's me.” You allow her to hear your voice and stumble her out of her slumber. She acknowledges your voice with a proper, sleepy grunt. She remembers everything now.

“Sorry.”

“For what?” Her voice groggy, suddenly realizing how close you two actually were. Instead of pulling you closer she scoot over more leaving you cold. Sevika found herself melting too far into you and it was becoming a personal problem for you both.

“I woke you up.” You mutter.

Sevika looked at her watch. “It’s fine, it’s only 2 a.m.”

A pause.

“I’m gonna to go to the bathroom.”

She gave you directions to the toilet and tossed backwards on her pillows. She hasn’t shared her bed in ages, suddenly she missed your warmth. Watching you in the nite light walk away in her shirt, cusping against your ass was enough to make her unravel again. You had done things with your fingers Sevika had never experienced. It wasn't rushed or forced, you simply listened to her body and that was more than anyone, even herself, did. When you return and close the door Sevika is standing up, her shadow partially covering the large window at the head of the bed.

You crawl back in like you had done it before. “Let me take care of you.” You say and begin kneading away at her back.

Sevika in a drowsy stupor just let you and her body did too. “Councilwoman, will you be able to go back to sleep?”

“It’s not a big deal,” She chuckled. “I’m a bit of an insomniac.”

Your hand comes over her shoulder blades to her bare chest that was pressed to you earlier.

“Well that’s not healthy,” You whisper in her ear. “I’ll put you back to sleep.”

Sevika allowed her full body weight to fall into you, this time helplessly as you kissed her neck. In the back of your mind you thought you wanted this to be a common occurrence between the two of you. Taking care of her because she so desperately needed it.

“Get comfortable, lay how you want and I’ll give you a head massage.”

Your fingers laced in her hair made her feel … held. Seen and held for once in her life, you didn’t demand something from her, like everyone else did. “Feels good.” She sighed.