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Hiiiiii I wrote this a looooong time ago, and I apologize if I did not depict any of these life events accurately as possible (like with the divorce process and adoption process). I’m not older, and I’ve never adopted a child before lol so I wouldn’t know. As such, this is a work of fiction, so I spared some legalities and threw away some logic for the sake of writing this. I wouldn’t say this work is realistic, but I hope you’ll find it entertaining! ^_^

Also, this work was HEAVILY inspired by their (https://tqlepatia.tumblr.com/) works, credits to them & please check them out! I hope that’s alright!

Aughhhghghgh the concept of second chance romance makes me wanna gnaw on my laptop.

I haven’t seen a whole lot of older women yuri w/ sevika, so here it is, finally seeing the light of day, with a mix of my favorite tropes! Enjoy!

(p.s. I’m still working through that sequel of the other Sevika story of mine, but I need a break from absolute angst bc college is kicking my ass)

for tumblr: thought I'd post this here as I try to wrap up the story! things will try to be spaced out as much as possible until I get things up to speed—thanks!!!

Okokok enjoy y’all

“Wedding’s nice, isn’t it?” Sevika turned to you at the table, watching your daughter and her now husband dance. Those were the words she uttered to you, the first time that night other than a brief ‘hello’. Her eyes were glued to the center, unable to take them off the newlyweds. 

You were slightly taken aback by her voice. Rich, deep, and much raspier. The first sentence she uttered was much more somber in tone than you expected. 

“Yeah. It is.” You couldn’t look at her face, couldn’t dare to, so you just focused on the slow dancing your daughter and son-in-law were in the midst of. You didn’t even know how you had the courage to sit next to her for the assigned seating at the reception. It was the planner’s decision, not mine, Rose shrugged to you earlier that week. 

You didn’t want to bitch about it on your daughter’s big day, you zipped your mouth shut and held your breath, like something was going to happen if you didn’t. You were sipping champagne like a prude the whole reception, hyper-aware of your mannerisms in front of Sevika. One slip-up could show that you were weak.

“She grew up to be beautiful and strong with you, me not being around and all.” She turned to her drink, circling the rim with her pointer finger. It was just the two of you now at the table, one elbow of hers was propped up on the floral tablecloth as she sipped. 

“Thanks.” Your eyes fitted between her frame and the large cleared-out area in the middle where they danced. Normally, you would record it to no extent so you’d pester Rose with it for years to come. 

“Over ten long years, huh?” 

“Hm?” 

“Since we’ve had a proper conversation.” 

“Yeah.” You sighed, refusing to look at her. “Figured you’d have a date on your arm by now.” 

“Figured you would as well.” From your peripheral, you noticed she didn’t look at you either. Was she afraid to? Or were you thinking too much into it?

“I…” You paused. “I haven’t really dated seriously since, you know—” 

“The divorce?” She quirked an eyebrow. “Me neither.”

It seemed as if the conversation was over, as she had no more words to send your way. She turned back to the dance floor, soaking it all in. 

You, your daughter, and her, all in the same room again. 

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“Mom, mama, come over here!” Your daughter motioned to you with both of Four her arms animatedly to the middle of the dance floor to be in the group photo. Three champagne glasses in, you let yourself be dragged by Rose to the middle of the clearing. 

“Mom, come on!” She ushered you, half-whining, half urgency in her tone. At her big age. You found it endearing though. She now shifted her attention to Sevika, who was still sitting with a glass in her hand. She sighed reluctantly, but stood up anyway, following after you. 

As you made your way to the center, you could feel the heavy presence of Sevika looming behind you. You would need a hell of a lot more mental stability to power through the remainder of the after-party. Thank god it was coming to an end. 

You stood right next to Rose and Edward, right where your daughter told you to stand. 

“Stand right here. Next to mama.” With those words, you tensed up. Her frame was lingering on your left shoulder, you could almost feel the heat of her body radiating off of her. 

“Closer.” The photographer instructed, finding the perfect angle with the camera. The smaller, but closer size of the wedding attendees managed to squeeze in tighter, close friends, husband’s family, but not yours. Not Sevika’s. 

Sevika stepped in a bit, her suited bicep pressed right up to your arm. She was so close, you could smell her cologne. You wished this moment would end, but the photographer was still busy with telling how the other guests should angle themselves. 

A few excruciating minutes later, the group photo was finished. You drew a heavy sigh, about to finish your remainder of champagne in the glass, heading to the table in the corner, until the photographer piped up again. 

“Now just the parents with the couple, please.” He said to the dissolving crowd. You so desperately wanted to get over it, so you turned on your heel back to Rose and Edward. Sevika was still standing there, shaking hands with the parents of the groom. Of course, why didn’t you remember to do that? You just wanted to be out of proximity from Sevika, you forgot everything else. 

You neared the couple once more, taking time to say hello again. Once the camera was positioned, you stayed still in your pose until it all ended, trying to get the thought and lingering presence of Sevika out of your mind. 

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The lights and blaring music gave you quite the headache, or maybe that was the champagne getting to your head. Either way, you were happy for your child on her special day (you cried quite a bit), and you wanted to get some shut-eye for the blaring work week ahead. 

You stood out of the venue that was rented out. It was a beautiful vintage chateau home, a place fit for the wedding Rose had envisioned. Her dress was of the same caliber of perfection, and you nearly cried when you saw her in it for the first time in the bridal shop (and practically bawled on her big day). 

It was the end—long after the wedding guests went home. The sky was dark, and the chill of the early November weather seeped through the coat on your back. 

On the top stone stair of the home, you shuffled your feet awkwardly, staring down at your phone on a rideshare app. Rose offered you an extra room for you to stay a night at the chateau, but you insisted she enjoy her wedding night alone with Edward. 

Fuck. Your driver cancelled late into the journey there. You were stuck out here until you could find a driver who was willing to drive to such a far-out area, with little service and lots of hilly roads. You were outside of the big city, far out into the mountains. 

“Don’t have a car?” That familiar voice haunted your ears again, except she was there, in the flesh, standing with an unlit cigarette in her mouth, hands in her leather jacket pockets. 

“Rose took me here in her car. Said I’d get someone to drive me back.” You looked down at your wedge heels, where your light green dress hit your ankles, and back to your phone, having no luck in securing a driver for the night. 

“Waiting on your driver now?” She pulled out a lighter with her pocket, the only thing you could hear was the flame igniting and metal clinking. The smell of her signature smoke now filled your nose. 

“No, they canceled.” You shook your head, still not facing her, like you were afraid that all your memories would resurface after taking nearly a decade to messily cover that hole up. “Just waiting for another one.” 

“I could take you home.” Sevika bluntly offered, now hearing the jingle of the keys in her hand. 

“No, I don’t wanna be a burden and all—” 

“Just let me. Just this once.” It seemed like she wouldn’t take any other answer otherwise in getting you home safe, so you followed her down the steps and off to the side of the building where she parked. 

“Still driving this old truck?” Your hands lingered on the handle of the passenger door, contemplating whether or not you should step in. She stomped her smoked out on the gravel ground before hopping in.

“Gets me places. That’s all I need.” She shrugged, started the engine, and turned the heater on. By the time you were in, the familiar scent of leather and her signature smokes filling your nose, giving you a rush of nostalgia inside her sleek black truck. 

“Look, I don’t mean to be a bother, so I’ll pay you back. Somehow.” She straight-up scoffed at your words. 

“No.” 

You looked up in confusion as your body shifted slightly as she rounded to the front and out of the property. 

“Consider it as me returning the favor. For inviting me.” 

“Rose wouldn’t have let you miss it either way.” You let out a light laugh with no humor behind it at all. Something to keep your feelings at bay. Something to keep the water in the dam from bursting a hole through. 

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The rest of the ride was mostly silent after you offered to give your address. She said she had remembered it from all the birthday cards she had sent for all those years. Back in the city, you saw the blur of lights pass you by as you neared your home. You were in such a state of disarray, the aroma of memories stinging your nose, the familiar low hum of the engine, and most importantly, her. 

It was the most interaction the two of you had ever since the divorce. 

Nothing in her truck changed really, the same worn vinyl seats you’ve made out in, the foggy windows. You risked a glance to Sevika’s face next to you, seeing the light illuminate her face occasionally. She was a little different in appearance. A choppy-short bob that was close-cropped at the back of her head, and was that a piercing near her chin?

Due to her stoic and somewhat quiet attitude towards you in the car, you settled on the idea that she moved on already. 

Once her truck pulled up to your kitschy apartment complex, it took you a moment to register her voice saying that she was here at your place. You gathered your bag and coat in one hand, and exited with the other. Before closing it, your touch lingered on the door. 

An angel sent from heaven, that's what you resembled to Sevika when she pulled up at the truck stop. Crying with your makeup smeared down your cheeks and chin, messed up from how much you've been wiping away the tears.

The thud from Sevika's weight dropping onto the gravel from her truck caught your attention, lifting your head just enough to make eye contact with the stranger.

She was... gross. Her white wife pleaser was stained beyond saving with sweat, oil and grease stains. And something else you couldn't name. The toothpick between her teeth was chewed to death you're surprised she's not got spliters. Her nail beds were nasty too, large calloused hands covered in grime and fuel, cuticles a black color, matching underneath her nails.

Overall she was a mess... just like you, in some way. Only you were showered and more dishevelled than actually dirty. When was the last time she had a shower? The stench was terrible... yeah. Definitely not somewhat pleasing. Her musk was not making you feel oddly aroused. No way.

"Didn't your mama tell ya starin' is rude, doll?" Clutching your singular duffle bag closer to your chest you meet her eyes again. She's chewing on that pick with a smirk that is absolutely devastating, because it's so fucking sexy and you just broke up with your ex and you weren't about to rebound with some dirty trucker.

"Sorry... bad night." Had Sevika not been staring at your lips she wouldn't of known what you said- but lip reading came with the job, making out whatever stupid insults other drivers were shouting in their cars.

"Ain't got nowhere to land, do ya doll?" For a minute you want to protest, tell her you're waiting for somebodyto come and get you and that you'll be fine without her help.

However that would be a lie.

"...no." it was so quiet other than the rumbling of other trucks and the two old truckers with beer bellies laughing just outside the store.

"Get in the truck doll, I've got ya." Before you could think about refusing she'd tossed the truck keys into your lap and started to walk away towards the fuel pump. This was a terrible idea. Horrible. You're probably going to end up being the star of your very own murder documentary... but you really had no other choice.

It was this or nothing.

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"If you wanna settle down for the night, sleepers in the back." It had been an hour since you accepted the ride from the woman- who you'd learned was named Sevika. Peering past the curtain that separated the cab from the sleeper your nose wrinkles.

Why you expected her sleeping conditions to be any cleaner than her was beyond you. Of course it was filthy. The mattress had no sheet and there was some... concerning stains. The duvet she did have was as rumpled up into a ball in the corner. And she had one singular fucking pillow.

What. The. Fuck.

"You... you actually sleep back there? Like that?" Sevika's smirk grew as she took a quick peek back into the sleeper, assessing then deciding it was fine.

"Nothin' wrong with that doll, us truckers ain't picky. You take what you can get." Sitting back and refocusing on the road ahead, your eyes keep drifting to her hands. They're disgusting yet you keep imagining them on you for some fucked up reason.

"That's gross. You could at least get a mattress cover or something. Like what are those stains?" A shiver ran through you at your own question. Why did you ask? You don't want to know. The answer is only going to gross you out further.

"Struggle to sleep. Get alotta 'lone time with my fist." She smirks. Your lips purse in disgust.

"Ugh. You're such a perv."

"Like you ain't ever touched your own pussy, bet it's real sweet."

"Something you'll never find out."

"We'll see about that."

Her stench was filling up the cab, a musky, horrid sweaty scent that was doing nothing to help this god awful attraction towards her that you're actively ignoring. The jacket over your lap hides the way your thighs press together- or so you think.

Sevika is observant, has to be when driving a big rig like this. Of course she catches it.

"Got get some shut eye, doll. You're practically fallin' asleep over there." You really shouldn’t. You don't want too, being asleep means being vulnerable... though it had been a long day, and an even longer, emotionally draining evening.

A hour. At most.

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Sevika was trying so hard, so fucking hard. The urge to pull over and climb back there to have her way with you was overwhelming. It had been a good few years since she'd had something so pretty in her grasp- though no amount of time lessened her senses to women who were turned on.

The way you tried to hide it was adorable. She knew you didn't want to be attracted to her, Sevika knows she's a little roughed up, but everyone deserves a little love, right?

Pulling into a nearby, empty pit stop she slows and stops the truck gently as to not wake you. Initially you'd argued, were adamant that you weren't sleeping in her filth, though eventually you gave in. Climbing into the back is a struggle with Sevika being over six foot the sleeper was too small for her alone.

With you in it? She'd make it work.

You'd fallen asleep facing away from the cab, giving Sevika the perfect opportunity to stop down and spoon you from behind. Immediately she feels you tense then relax as she envelops you from behind, her musky scent flooding your senses in the best way possible.

"Sevikaaa... no..." the protest was weak, sleepy and absolutely not at all a real protest. Sevika ignored it and let her hands roam, slipping into your waistband and under your panties. With exploring hands she finds exactly what she thought she would.

Soft. Warm. Wet... and fucking tight. The tips of her two fingers already felt like they were stretching you open and she only had the tips of her digits in there. "Jesus fucking christ doll..."

Her hips roll against you pressing her chubbed up cock between your cheeks. Thank god you wore a skirt... maybe it's not so good for you though she has easy access and that's all she cares about.

By now you were half asleep, half awake your inhibitions weakened. Without restraint Sevika wraps one dirty, calloused hand around one thighs, lifting and spreading you open as she replaces her fingers with her length. A low, feral groan escapes Seviks, her breath hot against your neck as she start to rock the rig rocking along with your bodies as she stuffs you full.

You smelled so fucking sweet it was intoxicating.

Sevika smelled so fucking musky which was also intoxicating in an embarrassing way, because despite denying you wanted this, your body was reacting completely differently. Your hands come to rest on her forearm which was wrapped loosely around your neck to keep you in her hold as she humps into you like your nothing but a warm, wet hole for her pleasure.

"Shit baby... so fuckin' tight." Her hands spread you open wider as her thrusts pick up speed and intensity. The loud 'plap plap plap' of her hips pounding against your fleshy backside filled the small space, bouncing off the sleeper walls accompanied by the embarrassingly loud squelching of your cunt.

Small whines and moans are forced from your sleepy mouth as Sevika has her way with you, giving no option but to take it. Rhythmically your pussy pulses and clenches around her invading length, betraying your disgust with a primal need to be taken.

The position was slightly awkward and Sevika wasn't a young hound anymore but she'll be dammed if she stops or slows down just because her knees hurt. "Look at you... takin' my cock like a filthy fucking street whore hm? Gonna start working the corner to pay me back for all the miles I've driven you hm?"

Sevika's words were cruel, so godamn cruel yet all you could do was let out a pathetic, mindless whimper as your cunt betrayed you once more, gushing around her cock. With each pummel of her hips you could feel her swelling inside you, twitching with need. "That's right baby, lie here and take it. My very own personal cocksleeve... we'll loosen you up, don't worry doll."

Her last few stokes were lazy, her hips rolling and grinding to bury herself as deep as she could get before she let go. Groaning and biting at your sweaty neck she kept still, thighs tensing as she stuffed you full of her seed, the creamy white leaking out around her cock and smearing over your ass cheeks.

She wasn't sure if you came and she couldn't care less if you had. That was the best fuck she's had in... years. She's keeping you. Maybe in the morning she'll find a nice spot to take you for breakfast, knowing you'll be walking around with her dried cum between your legs.

It was unknown to you right now that you were hers, as you fell asleep in her arms again exhausted and completely fucked out. You'd learn soon enough.

Your kisses get a little rougher, sloppy, saliva dripping down your chin with need as Sevika pushes you onto the soft bed. The mattress creaks under your combined weight, she pins you down, arms held over your head as her mechanical hand holds you firmly in place.

“You’ve been thinkin’ a lot about me, hmm? Have I been neglecting my sweet girl?”

You make a small mewling sound and press your thighs close, you’re incredibly aroused but also embarrassed because of the soft tone she takes to talk to you, like you’re something priceless.

Incredibly valuable…

“Please,” the whine leaves your lips breathy, desperate.

Sevika chuckles, low in her throat, deep in a way that has you fucking soaked already and her hand reaches between your legs finally. You’re so damp that it soaks right through your panties. She rubs you there, groaning when she feels just how wet you are.

“Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“Not good enough,” she says with a click of her tongue, she’s cruel in the way she makes you beg, knowing fully well you’re too embarrassed to even speak properly, let alone ask her to fuck you like a dog in heat.

But she’s also cruel in a way that makes your heart thump, face hot with arousal, thighs shaky even though she hasn’t even touched you properly yet. She removes her hand from there. You let out a small, pitiful sound.

“Hmm? Time’s ticking, sweetheart. Come on.”

“I want you to…” your voice trails off, face burning redder than ever before, “please, I can’t say it.”

“If you can’t even say it, how’re you gonna take it?” She asks with a smirk that’s knowing by feigning innocence.

You bite your lips and flush harder, grinding yourself up, chasing the ache between your thighs to be satisfied, but she moves away. You whine again, soft and pitiful once again.

“Sev, please, I need you to fuck my brains out. Fuck me so hard I struggle to walk for days, please, Sev, I can’t — I’m so fucking needy.”

Sevika gets up with a groan and you watch her walking away to the closet. She pulls her top off, sticking a little to her body with the sweat and dirt, somehow you find it incredibly hot. Her musk, her scent… it’s all got your head reeling every time she’s that close.

You don’t bother watching her picking the strap because you’re aware no matter how blunt or simply long the toy will be, Sevika manages to fuck you in a way that she makes sure you take every inch of both length and diameter. She doesn’t play when it’s about sex.

The strap is dark, curving like it’s heavy, ridges around the base that are sure to overstimulate your already sensitive pussy walls. Your cunt clenches around nothing when you see the toy on her. Somehow her physique makes sense with the ridiculously large strap, it’s like she’s wielding a weapon of some sort as she climbs between your legs, positioning herself.

“Go ahead,” she murmurs, “beg.”

Your throat goes dry, you open your mouth but nothing but a choked little sound comes out. She laughs, deep, hearty. Suddenly, she grabs both your wrists that remain over your head from before, her mechanical hand tightens like a vice, your skin aches. The vulnerability makes your cunt throb.

“Please,” you word out finally, “please, I need you so badly, there’s no words to describe it. Inside… I need it inside.”

There it is, the sweet obedience she wanted to see from the start.

She rams her hips forward, burying in half of the length all at once, pulling your panties to the side with such haste they rip slightly. You gasp as your cunt stretches obscenely around the large toy, warm wetness schliking around the shaft.

“Ohhhhh… fuck, Sev, that’s so good...”

“Mhm?” She hums teasingly as she moves her hips.

Her motions are fluid. She’s fucking you rough, making the bed creak loudly with every slam of her hips forward. The strap dips in deeper and deeper until you can feel the tip kissing your cervix, ridges rubbing your pussy walls, turning your brain to mush.

She grinds her hips forward — your cunt makes the most lewd sound imaginable.

“It’s too big,” you whisper.

“It fits fine, just be a good girl and let me handle this,” she growls, pressing her face into your neck so she can kiss around the column of your throat.

“O-oh… oh, that — Sev… fuck…”

You close your eyes and toss your head back, allowing her more access to your neck as you enjoy the way she pleasures you.

She pounds you violently, your clit swells with need, eyes squeezed shut as you feel Sevika’s strap stretching you to your limit.

Your pussy squeezes once again — and you cry out in pleasure as you cum from it. Sevika smirks, satisfied, but she doesn’t stop. Because you’ve only just finished once.