She/her Lesbian Requests Are Always Open

week 2

the snow keeps falling in soft steady waves over the next week, blanketing jackson in quiet white and making the days feel shorter and colder. ellie finds herself knocking on your door more often than she plans, boots stomping snow off on the porch with a dull thud. one afternoon she shows up with her hands shoved deep in her jacket pockets, breath visible in the freezing air. ‘smelled something cooking again,’ she says, voice casual as she steps inside, snow melting off her shoulders onto your floor.

you welcome her in with that same bright smile, the fire crackling warm behind you. ‘hey ellie, come in. it’s freezing out there. you want some tea or something? i just made stew if you’re hungry.’

‘yeah, sure,’ she replies, rubbing her hands together to warm them. ‘smells good. you trying to feed the whole town or what?’

you laugh softly and ladle some into a bowl for her while you chat. ‘i’m still getting used to the portions here. everything feels like it’s for a group. how are the patrols going in all this snow? i went out yesterday and it was brutal.’

she leans against the counter, arms crossed under her heavy jacket, spooning stew while she answers. ‘same as always. slow and shitty. snow hides tracks but it also hides clickers. you holding up okay with it?’ her tone is dry but there’s a hint of real curiosity underneath.

‘i’m managing,’ you say, handing her a chunk of warm bread. ‘here, take this too. and an extra scarf if you want. i have spares.’

she takes the bread and scarf, rubbing the back of her neck with a gloved hand. ‘you’re too nice for your own good, you know that? you don’t gotta keep feeding me like this.’ but she doesn’t give them back, pocketing the scarf instead.

‘i like doing it,’ you reply with a shrug and a smile. ‘makes the cold feel less lonely. you can come over anytime.’

she mumbles something like ‘yeah, maybe,’ voice low and guarded, but her eyes flick to the way your sweater hugs your chest when you turn. the conversation stays light after that, her throwing in a couple sarcastic jokes about jesse’s terrible card playing skills before she heads back out into the snow, the warm container in her hands and that familiar throb starting low between her legs again.

that night with fresh powder piling on the windowsill she’s back at her kitchen window again, curtains cracked just enough to let the cold air seep in. you’re touching yourself slow under the warm lantern light, fingers teasing your swollen clit in lazy circles before pushing two fingers deep inside your pussy, back arching deep off the mattress, mouth open on quiet breathy gasps that fog the cold glass near your window. ellie unbuckles her belt with cold-stiff fingers, spreads her legs wide on the old kitchen table, pants shoved down around her boots. her hand slides between her thighs, fingers finding her own soaked cunt, rubbing her clit fast and hard while she watches every roll of your hips and every pretty twitch of your thighs. the sight of your glistening wet folds, the sharp arch of your back, the way your tits move with each ragged breath pushes her over quick and hard. she cums all over her fingers, biting her lip bloody, thighs shaking violently, breath ragged white clouds in the freezing kitchen air as her cunt clenches around nothing.

on patrol

she starts drifting toward you around town without thinking twice. you mention heading to the stables through the deep drifts the next morning and she’s already there brushing her horse, snowflakes caught in her auburn hair. ‘had stuff to do anyway,’ she shrugs when you wave at her, voice dry. ‘you getting the hang of the cold yet or still freezing your ass off?’

‘still freezing my ass off,’ you laugh, walking over. ‘but it’s not so bad with good company. you coming on the next supply run?’

‘probably,’ she says, bumping your shoulder lightly with hers. ‘someone’s gotta make sure you don’t get lost in a snowdrift.’

you figure it’s nothing. just normal small town neighbor stuff and smile back at her without a second thought. i mean, it’s common to see people at the stables right?

home

one afternoon, ellie is over, as she usually has been. while you’re busy in the kitchen making tea and chatting about nothing, she slips quietly into your room for just a moment, you figure she’s just going to the bathroom. she knows her way around your house already, after all. her heart pounds as she grabs a pair of your dirty panties from the laundry basket, the fabric soft and still carrying your warmth and faint intimate scent from the day. she shoves them deep into her jacket pocket, face blank and casual when you hand her the hot mug a minute later.

‘thanks,’ she says dryly, voice even as ever. ‘this place is starting to feel like home already. you gettin’ to know everyone?’

‘yeah, slowly,’ you reply, smiling. ‘it helps having sweet neighbors like you stopping by.’

she rubs the back of her neck again, ears a little pink. ‘don’t get too used to it. i’m just here for the food.’ but she lingers a few extra minutes by the fire before heading back out into the cold, the stolen panties burning a hole in her pocket the whole way home.

ellie’s home

the second she closes her own door behind her, the cold house feels too quiet. ellie leans back against the wood for a second, heart still racing, then pulls the stolen panties from her pocket. they’re still warm from your body, the fabric soft and carrying that intimate scent that makes her head spin. she brings them straight to her nose, inhaling deep as she stumbles toward her couch, already unbuckling her belt again.

‘fuck. you smell so good,’ she breathes against the cloth, voice low and rough. she drops onto the cushions, legs spreading wide, and presses the panties firmly to her face while her other hand dives between her thighs. her fingers slide through her soaked folds, rubbing her swollen clit fast and desperate as she breathes you in with every inhale. the scent of your pussy mixed with the memory of you moaning across the alley pushes her over the edge quick and hard. she comes with a choked groan, hips jerking, thighs trembling while she keeps the fabric pressed tight to her nose, riding it out until she’s shaking and breathless in the cold room.

even after the first orgasm hits she doesn’t stop. she keeps the panties pressed to her face, inhaling deeper, letting your scent fill her lungs as she slides two fingers inside her still throbbing cunt. she fucks herself slow and deep this time, curling her fingers just right while her hips roll up to meet every thrust, imagining it’s you underneath her instead of her own hand. soft curses and broken whispers spill out against the fabric. ‘fuckfuckfuck..’ her second orgasm builds slower but crashes harder, leaving her curled on the couch, thighs clamped around her hand, face buried in your stolen panties as she rides out the aftershocks with shaky breaths and quiet moans.

she stays there for a long time afterward, eyes half closed, lazily rubbing the damp fabric against her cheek and lips. the cold air in the room finally starts to bite at her exposed skin but she doesn’t move right away, savoring the stolen piece of you like it’s the only thing keeping her warm.

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“Come on, Els, you’ve been working all week. I don't even remember the last time we went to grab drinks.” Ellie's friend Illaine has been begging her to hang out, but she’s been so consumed with work because she’s the only one who does her fucking job. “Fine, we can go tonight. Where do you want to go?” “There's a new sapphic strip club that just opened up, and I’ve been meaning to visit. Everyone says it's the best club they've been to in a while.” A strip club? Ugh. She doesn’t like being around so many drunk people. They always find her and start dumping their entire lives onto her like she has a bolded tattoo across her forehead that says, PSYCHIATRIST. 

“Illaine, can we go somewhere else? I don't want to go to a strip club. What if we go to a nice little pub instead?” She can see her request going in one of Illaine's ears and out the other. She rolls her eyes and says, “No, plus it's my treat, I’ll pay for everything tonight. I just want you to get back out there.” Ellie knows her intentions are pure, and she hasn't been out in god knows how long. “Okay, I'll go, but you are so coming with me to volunteer at the ward on Sunday.”

Illaine thinks over it for a minute. “Deal, pick you up at 9 yea?” Ellie nods. She thinks it’s a fair trade, especially since Illaine is a nurse and likes helping out at these types of things anyway. “Okay, nine works.” With that, she smiles and hangs up the phone.

It's already 7, and Ellie is still at work. Sighing, she closed out all her patients for the day and marked her hours. “I'll be gone for the night. Have a good rest of your shift.” She says to Morgan at the front desk. “Goodnight, Dr. Ells.” Ellie rolls her eyes playfully and heads out. She always calls her Doctor even though she’s asked her not to several times, but she always says, ‘I just want to pay my respects for all the hard work you’ve done to be where you are.’ It's nice in a general sense, but she doesn’t want everything to feel so formal. Especially since the reason she became a psychiatrist was to be a resource to those who needed it and not just be a transactional service. 

It's the end of spring, the weather is warm, and you tend to no longer need to put much under my white coat. A simple, short-sleeve dark purple scrub set is what you chose for the day.

After a 20-minute drive back home, Ellie showers and starts getting ready for the night. She doesn’t even know what to wear. She settles for a White oversized short-sleeve button-up that stops at her hips. The 2 top buttons open to show the skin of her chest a little. A golden necklace sits beautifully on it. She adds dark-washed denim jean shorts that show her boxer band if she puts her hands up or moves a little too much. She puts her hair in a rubber band to the back and lets the front pieces that were too short do whatever they want. Ellie puts on two rings and sprays her favorite perfume. 

Unsure if this is the right thing to wear, she facetimes Illiane. “Do you think my outfit is fine?” Propping up her phone and moving back to show her full attire. “Damn girl, I almost forgot you could dress.” Ellie rolls her eyes and smiles. “No, seriously, it's perfect, Ells. I’m on my way right now.” Looking at the time, it displays 8:52. “Okay, see you soon.” Ellie hangs up and goes into the fridge. Taking a swing of tequila to settle her nerves. Soon enough, she hears Illaine pulling in with her loud ass music. ‘Well theres one way to announce your presence.’ Ellie mutters to herself, shaking her head. She takes on more toss of the drink and steps outside.

“Illaine, you need to put the fucking volume down. Are we going to the club, or is it in your car?” She laughs loosely, with a genuine smile on her face. “Oh, Ells live a little,” she pauses a little and looks at me, “I’ve missed this. We are so getting you fucked up, and hopefully fucked” Illaine smirks. “Stop,” Ellie blushes at how vulgar her friend is being. “I mean, honestly, when is the last time you’ve gotten laid, Ells?” She thinks a little genuinely, not remembering. She pretty much works every day, and whenever she isn’t, she's catching up on sleep. “You know I don't like one-night stands or meaningless hook-ups,” Ellie utters. “Well, maybe tonight you can meet someone.” “Do you want to play cupid or do you want to hang out tonight, Illaine?” She sighs, starting to drive. “I’m serious, Ellie, you’ve been so wound up with work, it's probably time to start exploring.” Ellie just looks out the window. 

Sure, she’s thought about it, but with all her patients' stories and how crazy being in love drove them, she kind of fears it a little. She knows she’d do whatever for her partner, and that scares her. Though she does catch herself daydreaming about catering to someone, having deep conversations, and healing each other. She knows she’d be a good girlfriend, hell, a good wife even, but would she be able to find reciprocation?

The car slows into a parking lot, the line at the door wrapping around the block. “Shit, are we even gonna be able to get in? There's like a million people.” Illiane laughs, “Girl, I know all the promoters, we won't have to wait in line.” Nodding, Ellie steps out of the now-parked car, following behind a skipping Illaine. “How much did you drink, Illaine?” She sucks her teeth at Ellie, looking back with the brightest smile. “Do I have to be drunk to love being alive? Plus, I only had one shot. I wanted to wait for you. I know how high your tolerance is, and I want to go shot for shot”

“Illaine, you know you black out in like 5 shots, you can’t out-drink me,” A laughing Ellie preaches. “Stop, Ells, I blacked out ONCE, and it was literally halloween thats like the only time where if you're not blackout you haven’t had enough fun.” 

“Yea I had so much fun hauling your ass out of the club while you insisted on hugging all the bartenders and bouncers before we left.” Smiling at the memory, Ellie starts getting excited because she always has a blast with Illaine. She makes sure she’s not babysitting her drink and always asks if she’s feeling okay, or brings her to the bathroom when she senses Ellie getting overwhelmed. “Don’t remind me, we can never go back to that bar again, I am still humiliated.” Illaine face palms in shame, shaking her head. Ellie is laughing so hard she has to stop walking to hold her stomach. “Enough, Ells, stop laughing. Let's go inside.”

As promised, Illaine speaks to the bouncer, and he lets us in swiftly. There is a blue hue in the Club. With moving low lights on stage where the strippers are. Ellaine grabs my hand and brings me to the back. She goes into the corner where the bill swapper is and changes her bigger bills to singles. She hands Ellie a stack of money, “I can get my own Illaine I don’t mind.” “Yea I know you can, Doctor. I just want to treat you tonight. It’s your first night back out in a long time, don’t worry about it.” Ellie just nods, pulling out her phone to send a scheduled Venmo for when we leave the club so Illiane doesn’t realize and make it a big deal.

Dragging Ellie back to the middle, where the bar is, she orders, “Four shots of your strongest shit.” Ellie scrunches her face at Illaine because she knows they're going to give them nasty ass moonshine. Though she doesn’t complain because it's on her tab and it's what she wants. “Can I also get two Ice tea’s?” Assuming she will use it as a chaser, Ellie relaxes a little. 

The bartender swiftly makes the drinks and winks at Illaine when she brings them. “Ready Ells?” She’s holding up her shot, waiting for Ellie to pick up hers, “Cheers to getting laid,” Illaine laughs. The glasses clink and they are tossed back. Both of their faces contorted in pure disgust. They quickly grabbed the iced tea to get rid of the disgusting taste. 

“Why would you get this? This shit is disgusting,” Ellie spits. “I honestly forgot how nasty moonshine was, but it gets you there quick.” Ellie nods knowingly. “Ready for the next laine?” She smiles, “Big drinker we have here, who are you, Frank Gallagher?” Ellie laughs out loud at the question. “No, I’m actually Fiona, thank you very much, you are Frank.” Holding up their next set of shots, they cheers this time to ‘Shameless.’ “Still disgusting,” Illaine mutters with her iced tea in hand. Sipping away to alleviate the taste. 

“Let's go near the stage,” Illaine gets up, and Ellie follows behind. She makes a mental note to watch how much Illiane drinks for the rest of the night. The DJ announces the next girl. It's You. “Everyone, get ready for clubs favoriteeeee RAVEN!” You have on a hot pink poster girl dress with rips all along it. “Holy shit, she's beautiful,” Illaine mutters in awe. Ellie is just staring. Your essence pulls her in. Illaine is first to throw ones, and Ellie follows behind, making it rain for your whole set. You dance beautiful it looks like art more than anything else. The music perfectly matches the vibe. You take your time, clearly knowing your way around the pole, and every transition is seamless. As quickly as you get on stage, you're gone. 

Everyone is shouting and applauding. Ellie feels a sense of jealousy when she looks around. Wanting to be the only one you perform for, but she quickly snaps out of it when Illaine laughs, “Damn Ellie, you threw all your money, seems like you like what you see.” She pushes her back playfully. For the rest of the night, the two of them dance to the music before Ellie starts noticing Illaine tumbling a little. Still aware, but her motor skills are definitely taking a hit. 

“Let's get one more shot.” Ellie wants to bring her home, but seeing how much fun she's having, she swallows the thought. “Okay, one more and that's it for the night.” “Don’t be a party pooper, Ells. We came to get shitfaced.” Shaking her head with a smile, Ellie walks back towards the bar with Illiane.

“Two more shots of moonshine, pretty please,” Illaine says, winking at the bartender. She pours the two shots and even gives us two free iced teas, remembering our previous order, “Iced teas on the house,” the bartender says to Illaine. Ellie sees Illaine blushing a little. When the bartender walks away Ellies teasing begins, “Someones gotta crush.” She starts to deny it, but then gives up after jumbling her words. “I guess I do, she is really pretty, but who knows if it's just for a good tip?” 

“Well, I can go back to the stage and let you figure that out, we’ll still be able to see eachother but it won't feel like I'm breathing down your neck.” “Okay, I’d like that.” I'll text you when I'm done!” Ellie loves seeing her friend happy, and if the bartender is the thing making her happy right now, she won't take that away from her. 

Walking back to the stage, she sees you again, this time not on stage, but making rounds and giving out free shots from a bottle. When you come next to her, she holds up the bottle as if to ask if you want one, but Ellie shakes her head. You look surprised. No one has ever turned down a free shot in here. “Really? It’s free, y’know.” “Yeah, I honestly don’t want to get too drunk. I think I'll have to drive home,” Ellie replies. Ellie has always had a high tolerance; it probably takes her at least 6 shots to get tipsy. It's kind of a blessing in disguise because she’s still clear to be the designated driver, but a curse because she ends up spending loads more to chase the feeling. 

“I don’t think I've seen you here before. I mean yea we’ve just opened, but there are already regulars here.” You start, “I’m not really the clubbing type, I guess. I work alot and honestly, I’m usually too tired to go out afterwards, but my friend managed to convince me today.” Ellie looks back at Illaine to see her laughing with the bartender, clearly sensing some chemistry. 

“I’m happy you decided to come out tonight. Hopefully, you avoid burnout,” you wink and continue your rounds. Ellie feels a vibration in her pocket. It’s Illaine.

1 Message ↝ : I think I’m gonna head home with her. Come get my keys, you can drive home with my car

Instead of replying, Ellie just walks over to you. She asks the bartender if she’s drunk, and she says no. Ellie nods knowingly. “I’m not gonna make any advances on her if that's what you think. I know she’s pretty drunk,” The bartender says lowly. “Okay, can you take my number in case anything happens?” The bartender nods, and they exchange numbers. Then walks back to Illaine, who’s handing her keys over. “Ellaine, you text me if anything, and I mean anything, okay?” She nods with a big smile on her face. 

Ellie didn’t like the idea of Illaine going with the bartender, but she didn’t want to be a ‘cockblock’ as Illaine always says, and she usually ends up being mad at her the next morning. Plus Illaine is grown and can make decisions for herself. So she just gives her a quick hug and heads out the door to the parking lot. 

There, Ellie sees you on the phone with someone, frantically pacing in front of what she assumes is your car. The top is open, and you’re very obviously frustrated. She walks up to you, regretting it when she sees your face. “Please don’t try anything right now, it’s not the time.” Ellie was taken aback, but she remembers she's in a parking lot of a strip club and there are probably loads of people who go looking for her after she gets off the clock.

“I’m not, I swear, I'm just seeing if you needed help.” Ellie naturally gravitates towards people who outwardly express frustration; maybe it's the psychiatrist in her, but she always feels guilty if she didn’t at least ask if they were okay. You look over her for a moment, looking for any ulterior motives. You were good at reading people. It was needed when you work in an environment like a strip club. You needed to be able to know if people were actually wanting to help you or if they were just looking for cheap sex. Seeing no intent of the latter, you relax a little. 

“Well, my car won't start up, and the fucking insurance company keeps putting me on hold. I don’t want to be out here long because as soon as customers start realizing I'm stranded, things can go left rather fast.” Your eyebrows are pressed together, your hands are on ur forehead, and your eyes are filled with frustration and something else. Was it anger? No, your shoulders aren’t tense enough? Were you tired? Slightly, but that isn’t the emotion most present. Once Ellie realizes what emotion it is, she jumps into protective mode. You were scared. 

Likely scared of what might happen if you're stuck here for too long. The whole block was filled with nightclubs, not only sapphic but all kinds. When you look around, you realize everyone walking around is under the influence of whatever they consumed tonight.

“I can drive you home, I mean, if you’d be comfortable with that.” You look up at her eyes, closed to brimming with tears at the mix of emotions you are feeling. You bite your lip in thought, running through the possible scenarios the future might hold. “You don’t have to give me your exact address. I'll stay parked for 10 minutes just so I don’t see where you live. I promise I'm not looking for anything, I just wanna help you. Will you let me?”

Having no other choice, you agree, sure you can call an Uber, but after many creepy drivers, you have a strict no pick up service policy unless it was someone you knew. “Okay, yea I’d like it if you drove me home. What am I supposed to do about the car, though?” Ellie knew a thing or three about cars. Joel taught her plenty about starting completely jacked-up cars. She was also a mechanic for a year before realizing she didn’t have a passion for it.

“Well, in the morning, I could link your car to mine and tow it to your house. I’d fix it now, but I don't have anything with me. I can also tell you don’t want to be out here longer than you need to.” You changed into a light grey sweat set and slides before you left, so people won't notice you as quickly, but one look at your face and you’ll be recognized.

“Okay, thank you so much.” Ellie just nods, not making it a big deal. “Come on,” Ellie says, and you follow behind her, peering over her outfit. It was calm, there was no sign of flaunting wealth like your usuals, but you could tell she had a good head on her shoulders. You take your time looking over her, just making a mental note of any weaknesses in case you need to escape for any reason. She was quite built, not too much, but enough to tell she works out or does a lot of lifting. Fuck. Let's pray to whoevers above that you don’t need to get yourself out of yet another bad situation.

Ellie goes around the passenger side. You're a little confused because you thought she was driving, but when she opens the door and looks at you, you realize why she did it. “Thank you,” you say, surprised at the gesture. She doesn’t respond, just goes into the driver's side and sits down. When she starts the car up, loud music cuts on. Ellie scrambles to turn it off, embarrassment flooding her face.

You laugh a little, “I didn’t think you’d be into that kind of music.” Ellie looks at you and face palms while trying her best to explain. “I didn't- This isn’t- Fuck, I didn’t mean” You laugh loosely at her embarrassment. “It’s okay, I like that song honestly, I wasn’t judging,” Ellie sighs before starting. “This isn’t my car, it’s my friend's, but she gave me her keys because she’s headed somewhere else tonight.” You nod understandingly. “And you? Do you have somewhere to be tonight?” Your curiosity slips before you have a chance to hide it. Getting lost in the comfort. 

“Other than my bed? I have no plans for the rest of the night.” Ellie answers while starting up the car. You’re surprised. She’s gorgeous. Maybe she just doesn’t live with her partner? Long-distance sort of thing? You want to ask, but don’t want to overstep. God knows you hate when strangers do it to you. So instead you hum as in saying ‘Ok.’ She hands you her phone with ‘maps’ open. You put in an address and hand it back. It's 5 minutes away from the club. 

You’re a little sad, wanting a little more time with this stranger you've known for less than an hour. “What about you?” Ellie throws the question back. “Same, I just have to get ready for bed, I guess, maybe run a load of laundry, I don’t know.” She nods. “Do you like it? Your job, I mean,” You think over remembering the series of events that landed you here. “Sometimes, I guess, I like dancing, pole or not. I just don’t like how I ended up here. It was a last resort kind of thing, but it pays the bills plus more, so I can’t really complain.”

Ellie wants to ask what landed you here, but she holds off instead, asking something more surface-level. “Do you work tomorrow?” “Why do you miss me already? I haven’t even left the car yet.” You tease. Ellie's cheeks go bright red. Embarrassment filled her body. “No, I was just-” She blurts, but you caught her off guard before she could drown in the feeling. “ I was just messing with you,” She exhales, showing just how wound up the question made her. “But no, I don’t work tomorrow, I’m actually off the next two days.” 

“That’s good, so I can come round and fix your car for you.” She pulls up to the address you've given her, your real address around the corner, but you didn’t want to give it to her so soon incase she was not at all what she seemed. You open the door and close it, crouching down a little so you can see her from the window. “I don’t think I caught your name.” You remember. “It’s Ellie.” You smile at it, it’s cute, adorable even. The name spins around in your head until she speaks, “I'm guessing your name isn’t really Raven.” Shes right, it was your stage name to protect your identity or what little you have left to protect. 

“Its y/n” “Like the flower?” Ellie questions, “Yea it was my mom's favorite. I guess mines aswell.” Your eyes lose hers at the thought of your late mother. Ellie can tell from the sudden shift of your body language that your mom is a sensitive topic, so she doesn’t push. “It’s beautiful,” She smiles, trying her hardest to cheer you up. “Thank you, Ellie,” Trying her name out on your tongue. “What is your number so I can contact you tomorrow about the car?” You hand her your phone, and she puts it in. You send her a quick ‘xo’ so she has yours as well. “Thank you for this. It seriously means a lot” 

Ellie brushes it off like it weighs nothing to help. “Oh, of course, it was no problem at all.” Ellie breathes. “Well, Goodnight. Ells” You didn’t mean to cut her name short, kind of just something that happened in the moment. Before you can regret your decision, she replies, “Goodnight, angel.” You turn on your heel and walk towards your place after giving her a smile, not wanting her to see the effect the pet name has on you. You do a quick check behind you to see if she really stayed like she said she would, and when you see that she has, you turn the corner and go into your apartment. You greet the concierge as you walk to the elevator.

Are you crushing on a customer? Sure, she was nice, but this has happened before and ended horribly. She didn’t seem like the type to put her hands on you, but neither did your ex-girlfriend despite telling her about your past. Fuck. I mean, you can’t always fear the unknown, or you’ll be lonely forever living in your high-rise apartment with the most perfect view of the city. You wish you were anything else but a stripper, but it sure does come with its perks. 

Hopping in the shower and making sure to properly cover your newly done ponytail. You could never get it as sleek as the professionals, so instead of ruining it with water youll leave it in for another day or two. You wash yourself, careful not to peer over your body for too long. If you do, you'll be crying for hours at all of the bruises on your thighs from the pole and the scabs on your legs from constant shaving. Once you're out, you quickly change into comfy pajamas and lie in bed with a bowl of grapes. Watching the newest episode of ‘Behind the Psyche, ’ A show that explains the conspiracy theories that make more sense than whatever we are made to believe.

You hear a ding. It’s Ellie

Ellie 

↝ Got in safely?

You smile at the text and curl up a little more into bed, thinking of how to respond. Wonder if a short ‘yea’ would suffice or if you wanted to keep the conversation going. Since she checked on you, you want to reciprocate the consideration.

You 

↝ I did, you?

You see her chat bubble come up immediately after you press send. 

Ellie

↝ Yeah, I got home a little while ago. I’m gonna finish some last-minute emails and head to bed.

How you so badly want to keep talking, but you chose not to, so you keep it short and sweet.

You 

↝ Yea I think I’m gonna head to bed as well. Make sure to drink some water before bed, so you don’t wake up too hungover.

 Before you have time to overthink your message, she replies.

Ellie

↝Thank you. I am a doctor, though, so I know a thing or two about preventing hangovers :)

You 

↝Really? I’ll be sure to ask you more about that tomorrow. Goodnight, Ells.

Ellie

↝ I wonder what you have to ask, but I'll wait. Goodnight, Angel.

You squeal into your pillow. Having a crush is your favorite thing in the world. It kind of gives you something to do. Wanting to look all pretty so they can notice you, or taking extra time doing your makeup and layering your scents perfectly.

You go to bed with Ellie on your mind, hugging your stuffed animal as you drift to sleep. Excited for what tomorrow will hold.

You wake up naturally, no alarms and no responsibilities. You check your phone like you always do, and there it is. A message from Ellie

Ellie (12:36 PM)

↝ Good morning, what time do you want me to bring the car around and start working on it?

You think for a moment. Wanting to make sure your house is spotless in case she ends up needing the bathroom or something.

You

↝ How does 3 pm sound?

Ellie

↝ Perfect, though I do need your real address now lol.

You smack your head, remembering how you never gave her your real address, even though she was doing you a favor.

You

↝ Oh right :/

You send the address, and she hearts it. Then you get up and start cleaning. You do everything. Laundry, dishes, you even organize your bathroom cabinet like there is some chance she’ll go through it. After everything is done, you take a quick shower, sweaty from all the intensive labor.

‘What do I wear?’ You say to yourself, looking at your closet. You shop often because you always have loads of money left over after paying for all your necessities, but nothing seems perfect for Ellie. You settle on a white short crop top, with baby pink fold-over sweat pants that perfectly display your back dermals.

You put a couple of premade dough cookies in the oven and set a timer. Looking at the time, you realize she’d be here just as the cookies finish.

You anxiously pace your apartment, looking to see if anything is out of place. You light your scented candle and place it on the coffee table. 

Ding

The cookies are done, and just as you suspected, another ding fills the air. It’s Ellie telling you that she’s here. You quickly tell her to pull around back to the private garage. You head downstairs, wishing you still drank just so that something could calm your nerves. 

Ellie steps out of the car when she sees you. She’s wearing a white tank top and baggy grey sweatpants. You would question her outfit choice, but it’s hot out, so you understand. “You look nice, all this for me?” Ellie smirks, “I literally have on the most basic outfit ever.” You contest, “You still look nice though, should’ve worn gray pants so we could match.” Your face heats up a little at the comment. “Kidding, payback from all that teasing yesterday.” You breathe a sigh of relief from her explanation.

She goes into her trunk and grabs a toolbox. After inspecting your car, she figured out the issue: “You just need an oil change.”

You nod and sit on the hood while she crawls underneath the car. Her shirt rolled up a little, displaying her toned stomach. Fuck. Your mind goes to places you wish it didn’t, and soon enough your imagining her fucking you perfectly with her strong arms and gentle tone.

Once she’s done, she asks if she can come inside to wash her hands. You nod, leading her to the elevator. Once she’s inside, you show her where the bathroom is while you wait on the couch. “Nice place you got here, just you?” Ellie wanted to know if you were seeing anyone without directly asking. “Yea just me, I unfortunately am not good at relationships, platonic or not.” Ellie nods knowingly.

Shes walking around a little, trying to figure you out based on the decor you have up. The only thing she can come up with is that your favorite color is pink, and you love plants. “Do you live alone?” You ask carefully. She stops pacing around and looks at you. “Yeah, I guess I am also not the relationship type,” Ellie says, bringing her hand up to scratch the nape of her neck. “Do you like your job? You said you were a doctor, what type?” 

“I’m a psychiatrist, and other than the word load, I’d say it’s my favorite job I've had so far.” She goes behind the island after answering. Paying attention to the marble detailing, wondering if she picked it out or if it came with the apartment.

“That’s really cool! I’ve always wanted to be a nurse practitioner for psych, but I'm sure they’d take one look at my background check and send me out the door.” You laugh a little, though deep down you’re a little sad. Wishing you had never gotten into stripping in the first place. Who knows where you could've ended up instead?

“So what made you become a stripper instead?” You hesitate when answering, wondering if you should answer truthfully or say what you usually tell people who ask. Her tone is calm, and her eyes look genuine, so you decide to go with the former. 

“Well, in college, I got into a really bad argument with my ex, and she ended up leaking all my nudes and videos we took together. Word got out, and I was kicked out of university. No jobs would hire me because every time you’d search my name, that would pop up, so my only resort was stripping because I was about to get evicted from my previous place.” Ellie looks at you empathetically, wanted so badly to come sit next to you and comfort you, but she didn't want to overstep.

You see the pity in her eyes, “I mean they’re all removed now. I paid good lawyers to get it all wiped from the internet, but stripping will forever be on my record. Kind of a lose-lose situation, I don't know.” You bring your arms up to hug yourself, unable to hide your body language.

“I mean, I have a private practice, and I know community colleges don’t necessarily care too much about your job. If you wanted, you could go back to school and do all the qualifications to be an NP, and I can hire you.” Your eyes beam at the idea, finally seeing an out in something you never thought would end. You rush over to Ellie and throw your hands over her in a hug. Your excitement ridding any embarrassment you’d feel in the moment

“It’s not a big deal, honestly, plus working at clubs helps you read people, so honestly, I think you’d be a great fit.” You move off her, smile still on your face, and you sit on the island in front of her while she leans on the fridge directly opposite you. 

You take the opportunity to fully look at her. “You're staring, angel.” Ellie wasn’t usually this confident in remarks, but your energy settles the overthinker in her. “Sorry,” you mutter looking down at the floor tiles now. “I was only kidding, I mean, who wouldn’t stare?” She teases, “Shut up.” You laugh playfully at her comment. “You are really cute, though, that's one thing you're right about.” You admit.

“Really, you think I’m cute? Here I was wondering if you’d ever admit it or if you’d keep oogling me.” You hide your face with your hands, blood rushing to your cheeks. You hear Ellie move from her spot and walk closer to you. She holds your wrist very gently, waiting a moment to see if you’d push her away, and when you don’t, she pulls your hand down so you can look at her.

“No need to hide your face, I think you're gorgeous.” You look at her as if to ask, ‘Really?’ She nods and continues, “When I saw you come out on stage, I couldn’t believe it. I mean, how could someone be so beautiful? I know why you’re club's favorite.” Ellie laughs, feeling a little hot.

“Aww, that’s really sweet of you, I know you mentioned you weren’t good with relationships..” You trail off, wondering if you should even ask, but choose to anyways “But are you seeing anyone?” Ellie falls apart internally, not sure if you were asking because you were interested or just out of pure curiosity, she takes a shot in the dark anyway. Walking closer to you now, directly in between your thighs as you sit on the counter. “Well, I’d like to start seeing you,” Ellie cringes a little at her reply. Was that supposed to be a good line? What the fuck, but you save her from her thoughts when you answer. “I would like that, a lot actually”

She smiles, wanting so badly to kiss you, but too terrified to make the next move, so she opts for staring at your lips and hoping a daydream would suffice. You notice where her gaze has landed, and you bite your lips at the realization. She looks back up once you do. You stare at each other for a while, taking in one anothers features, tension growing by the second. You just decide to go for it.

You lean in, and you see her come a little closer, feeling her breath on your skin. Eyes closed, the two sets of lips collide. Slow at first, hesitant even, but soon it picks up in speed and hunger. Her hands are all over you, desperate to feel your skin against her exploring hands. Your hips roll a little, chasing friction she notices and picks you up off the counter. “Be a good girl and show me where your room is.” The phrase doing something to you, you almost forget she even asked you anything. You point to the hall, and she brings you there swiftly, making you seem so light in her arms. “This one,” you say, arousal apparent in your voice. 

She pushes the door open and lays you carefully on the bed, she’s kissing you like it's the only thing saving her. Her weight is on top of you slightly as she brings her knee to give you something you grind on. She starts kissing your neck, the feeling making you bite back a moan. She notices, “Come on, let me hear you, let me know how good you feel.” That does something to you, and you can no longer hide the noises leaving your lips. “Fuck, I need more, please.” The friction of her knee wasn’t enough. She moves back from you, removing your pants while saying, “Take those off for me, I need to see you.” 

Her voice is lower than earlier, need intertwined with it. You take off your shirt and your pants, leaving only your under garments. “Look at you, so pretty angel.” You moan at the look in her eye, her words dancing around in your brain. She goes back to kiss your neck again, but you stop her, holding her face so she’s looking directly at you. “Ellie, I don’t like being intimate if you have no plan of it to going anywhere.” You hated feeling used.

“Oh, baby, you think I’d leave you?” She kisses your forehead. “Think I’d leave this pretty face,” She kisses your nose. “Think I’d leave these pretty lips?” She kisses your chest, “Or this perfect body?” She kisses your stomach. “I’d be an idiot to let you get away.” You smile at her praise, tears almost welling in your eyes with how gentle she’s being, but you’d hate to ruin the moment, so you blink them back and pull her up to kiss you.

The kiss means everything to you. You can feel devotion in the way she kisses back, the way her hands cup your face like you're a vase on a toothpick. Her hands find your bra clasp, and she removes it. Carefully rubbing her thumb over your nipple. You moan into her mouth, and she replies by pushing her knee harder into you.

She dips down onto your nipples, swirling her tongue carefully and caressing the other one with her hand. She’s taking her time with you, learning what made you twitch and how much pressure it took for you to moan. “Ellie, please,” She moans at your pleas. It goes straight to her core. 

She takes off her tank top and bra so you don’t feel more exposed than she was. Ellie is kissing down your stomach, drinking you in like a pill to an addict. She reaches for your panties and looks up at you. “Can I take ‘em off? I wanna taste you.” Too needy to be shy. “Please. I need you,” you answer. Ellie pulls them down and groans at how wet you are. “Your dripping angel, what's got you so worked up, hmm?” Faux concern laced in her tone.

It turns you own and you play into it. “I’m not sure, definitely not the gorgeous girl on top of me.” She laughs at your reply. Placing a finger on your clit, no movement, just gauging your reaction. When your hips leave the bed a little to find the pressure you so badly need, she begins careful circles and finds your lips again. Kissing you deeply. 

“Ellie, I need you inside of me.” She takes a single finger and slips it inside, using her thumb to massage your clit and her middle finger to pump you in and out. Its been a while since you've been intimate, and the lack of it is rather apparent by how fast you were building. “So good- You feel so good,” you whine. She catches your moans in the kiss deepinging it only to hide her own sounds. She goes back down and starts placing kisses around your inner thighs. 

“Ellie, no teasing. Please,” You’re impatient, and you want her mouth on you, unable to stand the anticipation. “So greedy, I thought you wanted to be my good girl.” Your eyes squeeze at her words, unable to reply because of the overwhelming sensation. Her mouth replaces her thumb that was previously swirling your clit. Her eyes look up at you to see your reactions to her different movements.

Once she finds a rhythm that makes your chest rise from the bed, she stays there and adds a second finger inside. This time, curling it upwards, looking for the change in textures that signifies your G- spot. “Right there, that's- oh fuck please.” When she hears your whimpers, she knows she is in the right place. Ellie is chasing her own friction, grinding down into the bed. The covers were perfectly bunched up in between her legs, catching her clothed clit perfectly,

She strokes your spot perfectly at every pump. Her tongue and her finger are moving simultaneously to work you up. “Ellie I- fuck, Ells I’m gonna cum.” She groans at your voice. Desperation in every sound wave. The vibration makes your eyes brim with tears; everything feels so good and so intense. “Be a good girl, come for me, angel. You got it.” Her encouraging words make the pulse in your core grow dramatically. 

Your hands fly into her hair, and she moans when you tug on it. “You can do it, I’m here, baby, let it out.” Your moans sound like cries, the feeling so overwhelming you don’t know how to respond. The orgasm completely consumes you; she keeps you there, letting you ride out your high on her tongue. When you slump down on the bed, she gives you one more clean lick before taking out her fingers and bringing them to your lips.

You open your mouth, eyes locked with hers and wrap your lips around her digits. Her eyebrows pull together slightly, and her eyes hang down a little more at the beautiful sight. “Wish I could fuck you.” Confused about what she means, you start thinking to yourself. When you realize she means she wishes she had her strap, you mutter. “I have a brand new one. Strap, I mean. It’s still in the packaging if you want to use it.”

“Of course you do,” She teases. Following my finger as I point to my bedside drawer. She unwraps it and fastens it on herself. It has a bumpher on the inside of it so it doubles the pleasure for both sides. “I don’t know how I want you. I would love to have your dermals on display, but I also wanna see your face as you fuck you.” Conflicted, she goes with the latter and lifts your legs, hands on the underside of your knees. She tucks a pillow under you. The angle is perfect for hitting your G-spot.

She rubs the tip up and down your slit before carefully sliding in. Her eyes never leave yours, and she drinks all the contortions your face makes. Every inch makes you feel drunker than before. You are blabbering. Purely incoherent because of the feeling. The pressure of the bumpher on Ellie is perfectly rubbing on her clit. She groans. She sits for a moment, looking at you while you get used to it. “So fucking pretty,” Ellie says, completely addicted to you. 

“You can move now,” You whine, knowing she was waiting for you to get settled into the feeling. She starts slow, pumping you hesitantly, trying not to hurt you, but your whines are making it hard to stay at that pace. She speeds up a little, lifting your legs a little more so they are directly on your chest, the angle making you curse loudly. “Fuck fuck fuck, it’s too– good.” Your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling, but you feel two light taps on your face, “Where you going, hmm? You've got to stay with me. I wanna see those pretty eyes.” 

You are trying your best not to close your eyes, but her instruction is getting lost in your memory the more she pumps into you. She moves your hand so you're holding one of your thighs up. Her hand that was holding it before moving to your clit. The pressure driving both of you insane. “I’m close, but I don’t want to cum before you.” Ellie wanted to make sure you were satisfied because she got lost in her own pleasure. She made sure not to lose the rhythm of both her thumb and her strokes.

“You like how I feel inside you, hitting your spots perfectly?” You nod, unable to form proper sentences because of how close and sensitive you were, so you reply with a whimper. The sound goes straight to Ellie, making her that much closer to the edge. “Close close close,” she spluttered. She rubs a little faster but keeps the same pressure. The movement pushing you over the edge. 

You scream out at it, and your body tenses as the orgasm engulfs you. Ellie follows right behind, the strokes getting sporadic. She groans out loud and squeezes your thigh needed something to hold as the feeling consumes her. 

She pulls out of you and removes the strap, placing it on the bedside table before lying down next to you. “Thank you,” you say, half for the sex, and half for her fixing your car. She just laughs and kisses your cheek. “Relax a little, then let's get in the bath, okay? After we can nap if you’d like, and I’m taking you to dinner when we wake up.” You smile at the thought. Excited for what the future with Ellie holds.

Your gaze left hers for a second so you could study the tattoo ink draped around her muscular arm—veiny, very strong and looked like she could easily hold you in a chokehold and fuck you crazy style. It made your smirk deepen, and you got up, too.

“That’s supposed to mean somethin’?” You asked, voice soft, but not exactly seductive.

Sevika groaned, “just go away, kiddo.”

“Kiddo—” you scoffed, repeating what sounded like an insult to you, “who are you calling kiddo?”

“You.”

Her reply pissed you off even more.

“Listen here, you—”

Sevika leaned down, her face inches away from yours. That made you stop speaking abruptly, rudely interrupted by her sudden proximity. Your eyes widened, and suddenly you lost all your breath. Your mouth felt like a desert.

It was like you’d swallowed a sack of sand dry.

“Don’t challenge me, sugar, you can’t handle me.”

You didn’t break eye contact as you leaned a little closer too, noses almost touching. Like you were challenging everything she knew.

“But I can.”

“You almost got thrown out until you showed your ID, babyface.”

Your cheeks went bright red.

“And that doesn’t mean anything! A woman can look young, it’s even considered a beautiful trait—”

You saw the way she rolled her silver eyes.

You and Sevika had been at this back and forth for quite some time. She was in her early forties while you were in your early twenties—the numbers made the older woman groan into her glass before she downed it in one go and immediately made the decision that—you and her could never work out.

But you weren’t about to let someone this hot just slip past your fingers like that.

So you pressed, and that’s how you ended up in this debate—

“Age doesn’t define anything. We’re both adults here.” You said, crossing your arms.

Sevika smirked softly, “and yet one of us still lives with her parents—”

You huffed. She continued on;

“—and it ain’t me.”

“Well, at least I don’t belong to the stone age!”

“Yeah, you belong in an ad for a sippy cup.” Sevika replied dryly.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you realise that?” You said, shaking your head.

Sevika snorted into her drink, “sure, sweetheart.”

You sighed, “you’re hopeless.”

You grabbed some cash from your purse and paid your tab, muttering “keep the change” to the bartender. You spared Sevika one last glare before you walked out for the bar, fuming—but at least you looked good.

The night in the Undercity was cold, the clouds gray and sky painted a deep midnight blue color as if the Lord could sense your gloominess. You couldn’t help sighing again. You’d really thought you could somehow convince Sevika to go out with you, and now that you were standing outside the bar alone—you felt stupid for even thinking she would want to go out with you.

Maybe if you were older, or at least looked the part—the thought would’ve been on the table but it felt… hopeless. You started walking towards the direction of your home.

The wind was soft, almost as if the weather was grieving with you, or perhaps trying to comfort you for what you thought you’d lost. The conversation replayed in your head. The way she had turned you away so causally, like you were just some other girl—like all those other girls who flirt with her on a daily basis.

When you thought about it like that—you wanted to cry, but you swallowed it all, and kept walking.

Behind you— the bar door opened. The sound of music erupted outside and then was drowned out as the door closed. You didn’t look back.

The sound of boots on concrete. Of course, it was her. Like she was rubbing salt on your raw wound.

“Kiddo.” she called.

You didn’t look back.

She sighed. “Sweetheart.”

You stopped walking.

“What do you want?”

Sevika didn’t answer. She walked up to you, standing beside you, “why did you storm out?”

You huffed a bitter laugh. “Seriously? You came all the way to ask me that? What the fuck’s—?”

“—wrong with me? I don’t know. Maybe it wasn’t right that I was rude to you, okay?”

Sevika exhaled deeply and rubbed her temples.

What a jerk. She was getting annoyed and riled up for what? Because SHE was rude to you? That’s bullshit.

You shook your head in disapproval, “I’m going home.”

“Wait—”

“If you’re not gonna be clear with me, maybe just take my number and talk to me when you’re not—I don’t know— under the effect of alcohol?”

“I’m not—I’m not tipsy.” Sevika said, face flushing—she’d never gotten told off like this before.

Maybe she liked it.

“Okay, gimme your number, kiddo.”

You crossed your arms, raising a brow.

Sevika stared.

“Well?”

“Say the magic word.”

“Oh my god.” Sevika paused. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

Sevika pressed her lips together in a thin line, patience thinning, but she bit her tongue and grumbled, “please.”

You smiled—slow, almost sensual.

“Good girl.”

You extended a hand. She gave you her phone and you dialed your number in it. You handed it back to her—but the moment she could take it, you pulled it back a little.

“Promise me you won’t play games with me like your other hoes?”

Sevika smirked faintly. “I promise.”

“Good.” You gave it back. “My last ex almost didn’t survive it.” you said sweetly.

Sevika’s mouth fell open slightly, but you were already walking back towards the direction of your house. She was left in a cliffhanger and that only irritated her further.

But it also intrigued her.

It intrigued a big part of her.

The first dates weren’t anything expensive and you didn’t expect something costly in a place like Zaun either. It was more so… discreet. You both enjoyed getting away from prying eyes of other people.

The rumours that the scariest woman of Zaun now had a serious date had spread like wildfire in a small place like the Undercity. You didn’t really mind as long as it didn’t interfere with Sevika’s work but sometimes it did get tiring.

So, you both came to the mutual agreement of keeping dates and kisses private.

The sky was dark gray-ish blue. Depressing. You both sat on the rooftop. Sevika smoked a blunt, staring at the faint stars of the night sky.

You sat beside her, swinging your legs back and forth before you asked—

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like living on the other side?”

Sevika looked over at you.

“Other side?”

“Piltover.”

“Oh.”

Silence for a few seconds. Then, Sevika hummed—yes. You waited for her answer. She took her time thinking before she spoke again;

“But then I remind myself, if I were there being a rich snob, I wouldn’t be here. Being me.”

You smiled a little.

“You really like all the gambling and violence shit?”

Sevika laughed—deep, rough, experienced. For a fleeting second, she wanted to throw a jab at you about being young and inexperienced and naïve but she thought against it. It wouldn’t be right.

Everyone experiences this phase of their life, Sevika herself was once this young too.

“I don’t—but it’s life here in the Undercity. Might as well get used to it, sweetheart.”

“I am used to it.” You looked down at the cityscape, “I just wished sometimes that our people also had some sort of… recognition.”

Sevika went silent.

This time it wasn’t smugness or her showing off how much more experienced she was in comparison to you. It was just thoughts clouding her mind. She took a deep inhale of the blunt and blew the smoke out. You watched it dissolve in the air.

Then—without warning—you snatched it from her and took a hit.

Sevika watched you with amused eyes.

“Damn, girl. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

You smiled a little, “I wasn’t born yesterday.”

This time when Sevika looked at you, half your face was illuminated by Zaun’s neon lights and the sight of you just sitting there—fuck, you looked so gorgeous.

It was like she was falling in love in real time, and Sevika hated how weak that made her feel. But nevertheless, before she could control herself, she said it.

“I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Your eyes widened slightly, lips parting a little.

“You always say that out loud?”

Sevika blushed.

“No…”

You kissed her, closing your eyes. She closed her eyes too, letting you taste the smoke on her breath. Your hands came up, wrapping around her. Sevika’s hand steadied on your waist, she devoured the kiss.

You both parted, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips to hers.

“Where do you wanna take this?” She asked.

“Wherever you’ll take me.” You answered.

You didn’t even notice when Sevika’s arm hooked under your knees, she picked you up and carried you off the rooftop, making you giggle and kick your feet in the air.

“You can’t just pick me up like that whenever you want, you know!”

“And who’s stopping me?”

Sevika laughed, walking down the stairs. She kicked the door of her apartment unit open, pushing past it using her shoulder to shove the door open. She closed it with one foot, and carried you to the bedroom.

“So, do you fuck like you’re in your forties as well?” You asked with a grin.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that one.”

She laid you on the bed and tugged your jacket off, letting you lay in nothing but a skimpy little dress. You watched with half-lidded eyes as she reached for her own top, but she hesitated.

Your eyes filled with worry instantly. “Sevika…”

“I’m not exactly flawless… sweetheart.” She paused. “I’m—I’m scarred. From years of shit life has thrown at me. After you see it, you might want to leave…”

Your eyes softened, lips parting. For a few seconds, you were at loss for words.

“Sev… I’m not going anywhere.” You reached out, hand softly holding hers, “I’m staying right here. With you.”

Sevika looked like she’d cry right then but she didn’t and simply took her top off throwing it to the growing pile of clothes. Scars ran down her body like thunder strikes, some lighter than the others, and some still a little raw from brawls she’d had to fight for Silco. For herself. For surviving in a place like Zaun.

Every scar told a story.

And you couldn’t wait to find out what was hers.

Sevika’s silicone dick was so deep in you, it formed an imprint on your lower tummy. She folded you and fucked you however she pleased, guiding your legs over her shoulders.

“Fuck—baby, you look so good like this.”

She leaned down and captured one nipple between her teeth, biting it and twisting the other.

“W-wait—shit. You’re so rough!”

Sevika just growled low in her throat and fucked you harder. She moved like an animal, every thrust making her strap disappear all the way inside your tight hole. Your eyes clenched shut—the sound of sex filling the cramped apartment room.

The bed creaked obnoxiously as if every other slam of Sevika’s hips brought the furniture closer to its breaking point. You could hear the sound of the bed frame slamming into the wall as Sevika fucked you harder.

“Oh! F-fuuuuuck!”

You threw your head back, sweat running down your body as you came hard. Sevika fucked you through it, not pausing once.

Her bite marks covered the entire expanse of your chest in the next few minutes. Deep blue and purple bruising visible on your legs where she held you tightly, fucking into you relentlessly—like a fuck machine with no sense of exhaustion.

“Sev—Sevika—oh my god!” You cried out, tears mixing with your sweat.

“I know, baby, I know. You just look so fuckin’ pretty—takin’ all of this dick.”

Sevika grunted and slammed herself deeper inside one last time, feeling her own orgasm wash over herself in waves. She held herself inside you, trembling a little as she came down from the high.

“Come here, baby…” you muttered weakly, extending your hand to hold the side of Sevika’s face.

You cupped her cheek, bringing her in for a kiss.

The kiss was messy, needy, desperate. You both kissed each other as if the other was slipping away. Sevika’s strap was still lodged inside your cunt, and you didn’t ask her to take it out.

Being full felt good.

Sevika brushed her thumb over one of the bite marks, “people’ll know eventually that I fucked you.”

You smiled. “Why’s that matter?”

She didn’t answer immediately. But when she did, her tone was no longer flirtatious.

“They’ll come for you, dollface.”

“Sevika…?”

Sevika looked at you, gently pulling herself free from between your legs.

Before she could say anything, the doorbell rang. You blinked at her.

“Are you expecting visitors—?”

“No. Don’t come out.”

Sevika grabbed a shirt and hastily pulled it over, putting on her pants and buckling the belt as she walked to the door. You saw the way she squared her shoulders immediately as if she was expecting trouble. She walked up to it, and looked through the peephole.

“Neighbour,” she muttered under her breath.

Sevika opened the door, not too much, but enough to stare out with a facial expression that suggested she hated getting interrupted in sex.

“Dunno what you’re gettin’ on with your girl, but keep it low.”

You heard a gruff male voice say.

Sevika groaned in affirmation and stared at him dead in the eye. “This ain’t new, man, what’re you so prissy about all of a sudden?”

You could only hear their voices and eventually curiosity won. You crawled off the bed and grabbed your discarded jacket from the pile of clothes.

You put it on, thankful for it being big enough to cover your ass. You pulled it snug, ensuring none of your naked body was visible up to your mid-thighs.

Then you walked out.

“Who’s at the door?”

“Nobody.”

Sevika moved—barricading the door with her body.

“Sev, it’s fine, let me jus—”

“Go back inside.” She snapped.

You could see the man peeking over her shoulder. Bushy brows, brown eyes that suggested anything but pure intentions, and something about the look in his eyes made you feel queasy and before you knew it, you were obeying Sevika’s words without question.

You didn’t register what they talked about after, but soon after you made it back into the bedroom, Sevika came back inside.

She was fuming.

“I told you to stay inside.”

“I’m sorry, I just—I got curious.”

“Curiosity doesn’t keep you safe, bunny.” Sevika huffed a sigh, clearly upset.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

For a while, Sevika paced the room without saying anything.

You didn’t understand. You were pretty aware that Sevika had sex with multiple women before you, and according to what she’d just said a bit ago, she never bothered keeping it down and hearing sex sounds from her room was a natural occurrence.

Then how come when it was with you, it was suddenly such a secret?

You both were adults. There was nothing shameful in whatever you both had got going on.

“Sev?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you ashamed of being seen with me?”

“Ashamed?” She scoffed, “why’d you say that?”

“I don’t know. It kinda feels like it.” You looked away. “I’m probably younger than anybody you’ve been with before and… I don’t want to—y’know make you feel uncomfortable with our age gap.”

Sevika took a second to come up with a response. She sat by the edge of the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

You looked.

“Yeah, I’m twice your age, but y’know damn well you’re old enough to take care of yourself out in a place like Zaun.”

You grinned slightly. “Maybe. I just don’t know why you’re hiding me then.”

Sevika reached out her flesh hand, stroking your hair, “cause you mean somethin’ to me. I don’t want anyone takin’ advantage of my absence to harm my pretty girl.”

Your cheeks flushed red at that and looked away, “you’re—you’re serious…”

“Yeah, I am.”

“Are you gonna do this forever?”

“What?”

“Hiding me from the world?”

Sevika paused. She kissed your head, letting her lips rest against your head for a bit longer than necessary.

“I just don’t want you gettin’ hurt, okay?”

“I understand that, but… I don’t wanna be a secret forever.”

“Just for a little bit, okay? Just until we figure out something safer for our people and I promise I’ll give you the life you deserve.”

“You don’t have to make me that promise. It’s a lot of pressure for someone as old as you.” You joked.

Sevika rolled her eyes, “you make it hard to love you, kiddo.”

“Alright, grandma.”

Sevika sighed and pressed another kiss to your head.

“Get some rest now. Lord knows you need your beauty sleep or whatever.”

You swatted her playfully. “What’re you gonna do? Knit me a sweater? Come cuddle with me!”

Sevika—someone who thought she’d never hear that in her 44 years of living—was genuinely a little shocked at the plea, but she didn’t push you away. She got in bed and pulled you on top of her effortlessly.

You rested your head on her chest.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“G’night, angel.”