Let Me Show You the World pt. 2
outlaw sevika x 50s housewife reader
Your one-night stand with an infamous outlaw has turned into a series of clandestine meetings. Will it remain as such or bloom into something more?
cw: age gap(24 and 38); pet names(dolly, pretty), subspace, casual dominance from sevika, showering together, slightly insecure sevika, praise kink, pervy sevika, naive reader, cheating(reader cheats on husband), non-graphic violence(towards a man), reader grows a backbone yay, sexuality crisis
Ever since that fateful January night, when a chance meeting with an infamous outlaw turned your entire world upside down, your life hadn't been the same. Two long months had passed since, the biting gales giving way to the cool spring breeze. With the seasonal change came a new chapter of your life—a chapter of surreptitious meetings, whispered words, and lingering, passionate touches. That's right. The mysterious woman had already become a constant in your otherwise uneventful life, finding herself in your soft embrace every evening your beloved husband was away. It was wrong, sinful even; your heart torn asunder between your wifely duties and the freedom of Sevika's arms...
"What's on your mind, pretty?" A low voice broke through the emotional turmoil brewing in your heart. Concerned, gray eyes peered into yours, a strong arm wrapped securely around your waist.
"I just can't shake the thought that this will never last. Every time... every time I'm fearful that James might return at any moment and find us here, together. Our sin will come to light eventually!" you exclamed, your worried eyes meeting hers as the two of you lay in your bed.
Your quivering voice tugging at Sevika's heartstrings, she sighed heavily. It wasn't the first time such a speech had left your lips, but she knew she had to be patient with you. Deconstructing the conservative values so deeply entrenched in your mind was no easy feat. "And what exactly is the sin, dolly? Being with someone who actually makes you come?” the outlaw chuckled, an attempt to lighten the mood.
A warm tint creeping up your neck, you playfully shoved her shoulder. “I`m serious, Sevy. What are we going to do if James finds out?” you sighed heavily, lightly tracing your nails along her human arm, sending shivers down her body.
“Well, we could always run away, start a life of our own,” Sevika murmured breathlessly, a hint of nervousness in her tone. This idea of leaving it all behind and fleeing together had been consuming her thoughts for a while now; she just never dared to say it aloud. The free soul that she was, the outlaw had actually never been serious about someone in her whole life—until you came along. She saw you as something precious; the intense urge to protect you, to take away all your worries and misgivings, clouded her mind.
Heart squeezing painfully in trepidation, you felt a thrill run through your body, warring with the rigid moral code engraved in your head; you never even allowed yourself to indulge in such fantasies. “You want to… start a life with me? Like a husband and wife?” you muttered incredulously—hopeful gaze meeting hers.
A deep chuckle escaped Sevika`s lips, your innocence never failing to amuse her. “Sure, dolly. We could settle down in a quiet village, you could tend to the garden while I go out to hunt…” she mused, her fingers drawing mindless circles on your back.
“That sounds nice…” you hummed, for once letting yourself entertain such forbidden thoughts…
The sound of a key turning.
Heavy footsteps reverberating against the hardwood floor.
“Honey, are you awake?” a low voice called, threatening to ruin your private haven.
Unable to utter a single word, abject horror filled your gaze as the footsteps grew closer. “It`s James... W-why?” you managed to whisper. "He was supposed to come back in the morning..."
With practiced alacrity, Sevika pulled the blanket off you, reaching for her clothes. “Don`t worry, i`ll go out the window,” she breathed, giving you a wistful smile.
“Don`t go!” a sudden plea left your lips, startling the outlaw. “I don`t want to hide anymore.”
Maybe it was your previous conversation, or perhaps it was just the smothering strain of living by society's laws for so long, but the desire to run was gone. With adrenaline pumping through your veins, you chose to follow your heart for the first time in your life. Whatever fate awaited you—you were ready, because you weren`t facing it alone.
Sevika stood rigid, eyes widening at your sudden braveness. Something akin to pride pierced her heart as she regarded your tremoring hands but determined expression. At that instant, the bedroom door opened—
“Honey, who are you talking to?” the low voice asked, brimming with suspicion. A lean figure appeared in the doorway, and the face of a middle-aged, rather plain-looking man came into the dim evening light. His brows furrowed in confusion as he took in the scene in front of him: his sweet darling wife in a diaphanous, milky nightdress, standing beside a muscular… woman in nothing but her boxers and chest bindings, her metal arm glinting under the moonlight. The implications were clear—the betrayal was apparent. “What is the meaning of this,Y/N?” he spit, anger welling up in his eyes.
“I-I don`t want to hide this from you anymore. It`s not fair to you either. Let me explain—” you stuttered out, voice shrinking at your husband`s irate expression. Despite your heart belonging to Sevika, you still felt tethered to this man by the invisible rope of social conditioning.
“You can`t be serious, you shameful woman! Not only have you been cheating on me, but you have also been doing it with a woman? Have you lost your damn mind!?” he nearly screamed, approaching your trembling form.
The instant James's gangling limbs maneuvered dangerously close to you, his bony face contorting with rage, Sevika's hand reached for her trusty handgun stuffed in her satchel.
Just as the intrepid outlaw was about to jump into action, the disapproving wave of your quivering fingers stopped her. No—violence had to be the last resort. Besides, this man was still your husband; you'd known him for so long! There was no way he would actually hurt you. Right? He was just rightfully angry and confused. “James, let’s just sit down and talk as adults, p-please! I know that what i`ve done is unforgivable and you`re probably hurting, but—“
“Hurting?” he chuckled with derision. “I`m just fucking angry! Do you even realize the shame you`re bringing upon my name?” he spat, eyes darting to the other woman`s imposing frame. Suddenly, his hand darted up, ready to deliver the punishment he saw fit for a disobedient wife.
Unable to move a muscle, fear clouding your mind, you just squinted your eyes, preparing for what`s to come. To your surprise, what followed wasn`t searing pain, but a curt, shrill cry. Confused, you tentatively opened your eyes, only to be met with the grotesque sight of your husband passed out on the floor, his long limbs sprawled out awkwardly. A surprisingly calm Sevika was looking down at him, gun in hand. “W-what did you do?” you managed to stutter, horror creeping up your face.
“Relax, dolly. Just knocked him out with the butt of my gun. The bastard was gonna hit you!” she spat with barely contained fury, although her features softened when she noticed your frightened expression. “We gotta run for real now, dolly. As soon as possible. He`ll definitely try to hurt you or worse when he wakes up.” Sevika`s tone remained level, but there was slight fear brewing inside her: fear of you choosing your husband and forsaking her for what she`d done.
To the outlaw`s surprise, two of your smaller hands desperately grasped her human one, a flurry of different emotions swirling in your mind: panic, fear, dread, but also—intense exhilaration. A thrill so consuming, you`d never experienced anything like it. “Sevy, p-please take me away,” you whispered, as if afraid to say the words aloud.
Surprise and budding hope filled Sevika`s heart as she gave your hands a quick, reassuring squeeze. “Okay…okay, dolly. Gather the necessities and meet me at the stable. I`ll bridle up Shimmer,” she instructed, voice slightly shaky with anticipation.
As Sevika quickly dressed and ran out of the room, you began chucking whatever you could find into your bag in a mindless frenzy, trying hard not to look down at James` motionless figure on the floor. With every passing second, the fear of him waking up and chaining you back up in this wooden cage of a cottage grew.
Once you`d appeared at the stable, carrying a half-zipped bag with only a jacket thrown over your nightgown, Sevika couldn`t help but chuckle despite the intensity of the moment. “I said the necessities, pretty,” she teased, eyeing the lacy fabric of your panties that peeked out of the bag.
Adrenaline overwhelming your senses, your mind didn`t register the outlaw`s taunt. You turned to the horse, grasping its saddle as your foot found the stirrup, trying to pull yourself up. “We need to go, Sevy!”
Sevika let out a breathless chuckle at the awkward sight as her large palms found your waist, helping you up to Shimmer`s back. Afterward, she swiftly mounted the horse as well, taking the reins. “Come on, baby,” she patted its mane, a gentle command to her new horse. Letting out a sonorous neigh, Shimmer began to gallop through the forest, masterfully avoiding all the obstacles in its way.
As the horse lurched forward, you tightened your hold on Sevika`s waist, nuzzling into her shoulder, the familiar scent of smoke and gunpowder soothing your nerves.
“Can feel your little heart beating against me, dolly. Don`t be scared… you`re with me now. That bastard won`t find you, you are free,” Sevika murmured. She suddenly felt fiercely protective as your smaller body pressed up against hers.
The decision to leave your old life behind must have been an incredibly hard one for you, which only heightened her awe of your newfound bravery. You were finally hers. You`d entrusted your life, your future to her, and she was going to cherish that trust.
“W-where are we going?” Your quivering voice broke the silence.
“To the nearest town first. Got some old friends there who could help. Gonna be a fast twelve miles, so hold on tight, dolly.”
Laying your head against Sevika`s shoulder, you watched the first rays of sunlight pierce the darkness, ushering in the morning glow. You sighed. Twelve miles? That meant around two to three hours alone with the uncontrollable flurry of thoughts swirling in your head. With adrenaline still flooding your system, your mind couldn't fully register what had happened. You`d never made such risky decisions before. It was so taboo, so… adventurous. Yes, that`s it—adventurous. Not exactly a quality a conscientious wife should have—and yet? You were beginning to realize that you loved the thrill, almost as much as you loved the woman in front of you. The intense desire to enter her world, the world of a traveling outlaw overwhelmed you.
Oh, and… James? Your poor sweet husband was probably still lying on the cold bedroom floor. Surprisingly, your mind wasn`t occupied with thoughts of him anymore. The only thing that worried you was him waking up furious and hunting the two of you down. But even then, Sevika had told you that he wouldn`t find you, that you were safe with her—and you believed her. It wasn`t just the blind devotion you used to reserve for your husband; it was trust. Unlike James, Sevika would never hurt you; she would never make you feel less than for being unable to conceive a child, and she would never pretend to leave for work when, in reality, she was just cheating on you with some other woman in the village! Congeries of memories played in your mind, but this time in a completely different light: James had never loved you! You were just a naive, sheltered girl he could easily exert control over. Somehow, the thought brought you piece. You were justified in leaving him.
Smiling, you pressed a light kiss to Sevika`s shoulder as the two of you rode into the sunrise…
Everything following your escape felt like a blur. The dull headache from the long horse ride. The cool spring breeze creeping up your bare ankles. The livery stable you left Shimmer in for the time being. The receptionist at the small motel stealing suspicious glances as the two of you checked in. Only when you walked into the dingy room, the sharp clang of the rusty door ringing in your ears, did the crushing weight of your situation come down on you. As you watched Sevika move around the small space, your eyes widened in horror, tears pricking at the corners.
The moment Sevika`s keen ears caught the weak sound of your sniffles, she rushed to your side, her own face overcome with worry. “H-hey… pretty, It`s okay. I`m here for you,” she nearly cooed, strong palms reaching out to gently cup your cheeks, thumbs ready to catch any tears threatening to fall. “Are you feeling a little overwhelmed after everything? It`s okay, you can cry it out…” As your sniffles grew louder, your delicate features contorting as you cried, Sevika`s arms found your waist, holding you steady. You looked so small and pitiful as you sobbed. God, she just wished to take away all your sadness and worry. Although she admired the courage you`d displayed earlier today, she still wanted to be your protector, your valiant knight—she wanted to shield you from this cruel world. She just had to make sure—“You aren`t regretting this, are you, dolly?” the formidable outlaw stuttered breathlessly.
“N-no! God, no, Sevika! We`ve done the right thing. I don`t want to go back… I don`t want to live that lie anymore!” you spat in between sobs, voice steadfast despite its shakiness. You reached up to hug her back, delicate arms wrapping around her sinewy neck as you stood on your tiptoes to reach the taller woman. “It`s just… I`m still processing what had happened. I can`t b-believe I actually left him… and in such a way…”
The outlaw had not left your side until you started to calm down a bit, the tremor in your body subsiding. She looked down at you, a rare smile gracing her features. “You feeling better, dolly? How about we go take a little shower? Personally, I’m dreaming of washing all this grime from the long ride.” She hummed, fingers rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“Okay…” you simply murmured, voice weak and small. After the whole ordeal, you were eager to turn off your brain, to stop the torrent of incessant thoughts sweeping over you. Growing pliant in her strong arms, you looked up at her with trust.
Once she lead you into the small motel bathroom, her hands reached for the buttons of your dress. “I`ll help you out a little, okay? You don`t gotta do anything, sweet girl.” Following your quiet agreement, she began undressing you with surprising gentleness—her fingers carefully slid down your dress, tracing every new inch of skin revealed to her eyes with tacit worship. Then, she deftly unclasped your bra, crouching before you as she pulled your panties down slowly. For a moment, she just sat there, her wide, reverent eyes meeting your tired ones before her palms found your hips, her lips lightly pressing against your stomach. Of course, Sevika had already seen your naked body several times, but this was different—somehow, even more intimate.
As she finally stood up, her hands reached for her own shirt, swiftly pulling it over her head to reveal her tense muscles. A trail of dark hair descended from her prominent abs into the band of her pants. “Wait a sec, dolly. Just gotta take all this stuff off,” she grunted as her trousers hit the floor; followed by her boxers and the binding that held her breasts.
When Sevika tentatively reached to unlatch her prosthetic, you snapped out of your heady state. The way her eyes searched yours for reassurance—you`d never seen her so vulnerable. Sevika had never taken off her mechanical arm in front of you before, hating to be seen as weak. Part of her had been afraid that you'd find her disgusting or undesirable—but now that you were finally hers, she wanted to show you every inch of her despite the fear.
As her prosthetic finally came off, falling to the hardwood floor with a sharp clang, you reached out to gently cup her cheeks, looking up at her with a tired smile. “You`re beautiful, Sevy.”
God, she could cry at the mellow words, the soft smile, the gentle way you touched her—as if she were something precious. She shook off the thought. No. While she treasured your compliment, your acceptance, this moment was supposed to be about you. Her hand enveloping your smaller one on her cheek, she pressed an appreciative peck to your palm before interlocking your fingers. She led you to the cubicle, adjusting the water temperature. Then, she reached for the cheap motel shampoo, lathering it up in her hand before gliding over the soft curves of your body.
You felt your face heat up at the intimate contact as her calloused fingers reverently traced every inch of your skin. At the same time, it was so incredibly comforting to have someone who loved you enough to take care of you in this way. Overwhelmed with emotion, you reached up to wrap your arms around Sevika`s broad shoulders, closing the distance. You pressed your lips to hers in a soft, emotional kiss, humming contentedly as her strong arm circled around your waist.
When you pulled away, your gaze full of nothing but acceptance and shy affection, Sevika`s armored heart just melted. In all honesty, the press of your soft, unblemished skin against her strong and scarred frame, the feel of your nipples brushing against her ribcage were more than enough for heat to bloom deep in her core. She chuckled to herself; she really was incorrigible. There was plenty of time for that in the future; you were still clearly shaken up and in need of some doting on. “Fuck, still can`t believe you`re mine now. Gonna make me fall in love like a damn teenager,” she murmured as her eyes looked down at you, full of affection and uncharacteristic vulnerability. Sevika had never been much of a romantic, but with a sweet and lovely woman like you—she wanted to try.
As your ears picked up the dreaded four-letter word, you momentarily averted your gaze, heat creeping up your neck. As a matter of course, the two of you had been head over heels for each other for a while, but neither was willing to admit it out loud—until now. In Sevika`s case, it was the fear of someone tethering her, of someone shattering her usual noncommittal attitude and taking away her freedom. While you were still afraid of the amount of distress your blooming feelings could bring you—feelings towards a woman, as if proclaiming your love for her out loud would immediately make you a social pariah for life. You envied the outlaw`s impervious, wayward disposition. You still had a long way to go before you would be able to come to terms with your feelings and love without fear.
“I`m yours…” you managed to utter, voice strained.
Sevika chuckled at your hesitant, bashful response, her hand mindlessly tracing the line of your waist as she felt the remaining suds there. It was good enough; she didn`t want to push you any further in your vulnerable state. “Turn around for me, dolly. Gotta wash it all off.” As you obediently turned around, Sevika hummed in approval, her fingers tracing your back under the running water. “Good girl,” she muttered huskily, making your hairs stand on end.
Once the two of you washed off all the grime, fear and uncertainty that lingered after last night`s ordeal, you stepped out of the shower. When your arm naturally reached for the frayed towel, Sevika let out a disapproving grunt, making you drop your hand. “I told you, be a sweetheart and let me take care of you, dolly.” Reaching for the old cloth, she wrapped it around your frame to dry you off, quietly reveling in how cute and soft you looked. You were practically putty in her hands now, all relaxed and drowsy.
Curtains drawn, the quiet hum of passing cars in the distance, the grounded breathing of the woman beside you—the two of you lay under the surprisingly soft sheets. As though the shitty motel had just turned into your warm, private sanctuary for two.
Sevika lay topless, only in her boxers, and you donned a different set of underwear you`d managed to pack in your frenzy. While your face was nuzzled into the bigger woman`s chest, the fingers of her remaining hand idly brushed along your back. “What`s our plan from here, Sevy? Are we really going to start a life together?” you whispered hopefully.
Carefully gathering her thoughts, the outlaw spoke: “Of course, dolly. That`s the plan, I promise. We actually gotta go further south so that no one finds us. The reason we stopped here is I`ve got a few old friends in town who could help with money and supplies. We`ll meet with them tomorrow.”
“B-but I packed some cash when we were running away. It`s definitely around a thousand there!” you exclaimed in naive ignorance.
A deep chuckle escaped her lips. She couldn`t really blame you for your obliviousness; your asshole husband probably didn`t involve you in financial matters. “It ain`t enough to settle down, dolly. But every little bit helps, you`re a smart girl for taking it from that bastard.”
“Oh, okay…” you muttered, a tinge of embarrassment in your voice as your face returned to Sevika`s chest.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you finally looked up at her. “You know… I actually liked it—the thrill after what we had done.”
Eyebrows raising, Sevika peered down at you, expression a mix of surprise and… pride? “Yeah, dolly? Sweet little housewife wants some adventure in her life now?”
“Don`t tease me, Sevy,” you pouted. “It's just... I led a very sheltered life. Now that I'm free, I want to try something new, something exciting, I guess…”
Sevika hummed, mulling over her options; she didn't want to suggest something that could put you in actual danger. “You ever been to a bar? There's one nearby. Could teach you how to have fun, dolly," she smirked before continuing. "Will ask my pals to meet up there. We'll be killing two birds with one stone.” She waited for your answer in anticipation.
“A-a bar? I thought only men could go to bars…” you inquired incredulously, though a wave of curiosity swept over you.
“It`s a special kinda bar, dolly. You`ll see,” she chuckled.
“Special? Okay… I will go then. I trust you,” you smiled up at her in excitement.
When an expression of lighthearted joy graced your face, Sevika`s hand affectionately patted your back, pressing a chaste, good night kiss to your forehead. As you drifted off to sleep, lulled by the steady beat of her heart, Sevika refused to succumb to the temptation of closing her eyes yet. The whole day she had to be strong for you, to steadfastly promise that she`d take care of you, that everything was going to be okay. In truth, the intrepid outlaw was terrified of letting you into her world of violence and ostracization, of failing to protect you… After all, she knew the complications of being openly queer in this country; she had suffered them firsthand. However, after everything you`d done for a future with her: saying goodbye to your old home and leaving your abusive husband, leaving life as you knew it—she couldn’t let you down.
Overwhelming weariness clouding her mind, Sevika finally gave in. As she fell asleep, her arm remained wrapped around you securely, as if shielding you from from any harm...
The first time you lay like that in her embrace, you were still a sheltered housewife, desperately clinging onto the ideals of your small world—now you were rushing headstrong into the future, into a new, exciting world.
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