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You didn't know which part of her was more intoxicating, the way her large palms gripped your scalp, long rough fingers combing through the thick roots of your hair tugging the strands ever so slightly to guide your tongue along her curves. Bits of white cut at your vision while you drowned in her. One of those magnificent hands has connected to each side of your head pulling at your skin. With just enough force only to sting. Dull nails scratching into the back of your neck as she lets you work on her lips. Only allowed to suck, and lick and nip at her as she ordered. Her muscles tightened around her shoulders ready to pull you in further whenever she wants. 

You didn't know if it was the way her large body hung over you extruding copious amounts of heat and tension, it felt with the way she curled her back keeping you close to her heaving chest as your tongue lapped at her clit, fighting it's way through the thick hair that covered her skin. She mercilessly closed her legs around you, her thighs now pressed to your ears as she smothered you with her. 

Or maybe it was the way she'd coo at you, the way you could see the smirk without even needing to raise your eyes to look. The loving insults that fell out of her mouth like second nature. The love that could only be said with that arrogant tone of hers.

Maybe it the her eyes went dark, clouded over with lust when you tease her, when you're naked, or how those stormy grey eyes would linger on your lips when you pull yourself away for air. Her slick leaking down your chin as she had her fun with you..

Every so often she'd lean forward to kiss your sweaty forehead. Wiping away strands of hair that stuck to your face. 

"You said whatever I wanted, baby, don't you need a break?"

You'd answer but the palm of her hand shoved your tongue further inside of her pussy. She clearly didn't actually care if you needed one. She's always such a tease. You squint your eyes nodding, knowing she would keep teasing if you didn't answer her. 

"Aww c'mon baby, you can talk with your mouth full I won't judge" a snort behind her words as she lifted a hand away from you, however you weren't worried about it yet trying to satisfy your girlfriend. 

You couldn't, you could only mumble into her clit, your arms wrapped around her legs, nails scratching into the sides of her thighs as she squished you a bit more, strong calves pulling you closer. Her free hand lifted your bangs so she could see your eyes peek over the top of her. 

"Look at me" 

Yet no matter how much she teased, how meant she was, how cruel she could be, you obeyed. Your eyes fluttered open to see her staring at you, familiar grey eyes boring holes into your head. Heavy lidded as her smoky eyes had sweated a bit down her cheeks leaving stains along her perfectly scarred skin. 

"You look beautiful like this angel" 

Your eyes closed, lips wrapping around her clit as you sucked the sensitive bud , arms lifting to rub your palm against the muscles of her stomach. Her soft skin was scarred through and through, rough patches covered every other inch and you love ghosting your fingers memorizing each and every imperfection. 

"Fuck, youre so good baby"

Her hands combed through the front of your hair as she moved your head exactly how she wanted to, grinding her clit further and further into you, as your face paled. 

She was so intoxicating sometimes, like now. How you struggled to breath, how you'd fight away tears and the sting of asphyxiation to make your lover finish. 

"Make me cum" her thighs squeezed you more as you struggled to breath, excitement only was keeping you going, desperate to please her, your fingers unclenched her thigh moving inwards underneath the tongue that played with her clit. You inserted one finger, that made her groan, you felt her other hand reach your head once more, gripping your hair tight. 

"Just like that" she said, pushing you into her harshly. 

One finger had dipped just as easily as two. Your two fingers are lost inside her wetness. Fucking the spongey skin inside of her as full as you could, your fingers felt small. You felt almost inadequate. Like you couldn't please such a beautiful, powerful woman. 

But with the grunts escaping her, the way her limbs cut off your vision as her clit throbbed in your mouth proved otherwise. The tips of your buried digits scissored inside of her brushing the spot only slightly over and over pushing her. 

Breathy deep chested groans left her, your eyes peering up for only a minute. To see her sweaty body heaving above you, her neck thrown back as her hands and legs kept you in place, her tits bounced perfectly as she rubbed her clit into your face. 

When you added another finger it was all over, it sent her over the edge. Full moaning as you felt her cunt squeeze onto your fingers, her perfect nub convulsing in your lips as she came. 

Slews of curses fell out of the woman's mouth as she loosened her legs enough for you to breathe, her hand going to the bottom of your chin to lift your face up. Her fingers pressing into your cheeks. Only now could you feel how uncomfortably hard the floor was beneath your bones kneecaps. How cold and sticky you were, you wanted her back on you so bad. But you obeyed, you let her lift your head without resistance, eyes following to see your lover pant. 

Her cum was still dripping down your face, when she leaned forward to kiss you. Her warm hands found the sides of your face, her thumbs rubbing circles underneath your eyes on the sharps of your cheekbones. Her lips connected to yours as she pressed harder, her tongue swirling around your mouth to taste herself on you. 

"God you taste so good like this"

She sighed leaning back against the soft cushiony couch she sat on. Both of you butt naked. You began to lift yourself, the palms of your hands pushing against the tops of her thighs, before wrapping both thighs around hers, your clit brushing against the rough bush right below her stomach. 

"Hi baby" 

"Hey princess" 

She replied with her hand pulling at you waste, motioning you to rub your clit on whatever's closest, for now it was her chiseled abs. Her eyes watched the way your body grinded against her, she pushed you lower so the two of you were basically scissoring when you thrusted forward your clits would rub when you motioned back your lips wrapped around her thigh. It was sticky, and wet and hot and you couldn't get enough. 

Sevika seemed to be in a good mood, the after taste of whiskey and expensive cigars lingered in your mouth from her kisses. The feeling of calloused skin wouldn't leave your hips, and the strings of soft compliments and praises ring through your ears. 

You barely blinked when she switched your positions and now she was on top, her metal arm held the back of the couch, her body curled over you as you could only sink further into her couch, she positioned her hips above yours and began to grind her clit roughly into you, it was hard and it was big. Probably a result of the testosterone taken to work out, or maybe every bitch this muscular had a bigger clit. You didn't know or care, but the way she expertly fucked you with it, how the sofa kept banging into the wall. You couldn't get enough..

The room was quickly filled with your moaning, and her panting. You heard a rip as her sharp claws sunk into the fabric of the couch behind your head. She was already wet and warm. She used her cum to help slide your lips together, melding into one another only made you wetter. She lifted her hips and used her good hand to push two fingers inside of you with ease. 

"Good fucking girl, do I really make you this wet?"

You could only moan, words left your head as she kept abusing the wet skin inside of you, fingers opening and closing stretching your poor little pussy out. Your hands lifted and locked behind her neck attempting to bury yourself in her chest.

"Fuck"

"Damn, your all fucked out already?"

She smirked at you, her fingers working at your core pulling strings of moans and cries from you. 

"Please, please please Sev mmh." 

"Yea?"

Fingers twirled inside of yoy her metal hands moving to wipe away stray strands of hair dangling in your face. Other hand still mercilessly fucking you.

"Seeev" you whined her name.

"Do you need to cum already, doll?"

"Pleeease" your eyes squinted shut as she kept dancing around the spot inside of you purposely. Whines of protest left your lips.

"You look so good angel, momma's gonna fuck you until you can't think" 

"Seeev" the way your mouth couldn't stop saying her name. The way her lips left black lipstick stains across your neck, the way she sucked your skin leaving marks on her girl, tears left your eyes as she kept pushing your limits.

"You're so pretty when you cry for me" she chuckled her lips moving to wrap around your nipples taking them into her mouth one at a time, black lipstick marks all over your torso. Yet all it took was that palm rubbing your clit, and her fingers thrusting into that spot and it was over. 

Her name fell from your mouth, over and over like it was the only way you could breathe. "Sevsevsevsevsevsev" your juices spilled over her arm and thighs, making a nice wet spot on her sofa. Your face flushed a bit in embarrassment.

You felt warm hands wrap around you and pull you into her. She was once again sitting on the couch, you now cradled in her arms. As she lifted your face to hers. 

"You did so good for me" she whispered her nose nuzzling into the soft part of your cheek, her words lingered on your skin as you close yoy eyes trying to catch a breath.

 "I'm so proud of you baby, remember when you could barely handle one finger" she smiled, and you grinned a small laugh coming out of your throat. 

"We're way past that aren't we baby" you said taking one of her hands and ghosting your lips on her knuckles. 

"I think you're ready to try my strap"

"Next time right? I can't move"

"Of course, if I fuck you anymore now I'm afraid your gonna knock the fuck out." 

"I ammm" you groaned, burying your face in her shoulder. 

"You could keep going even if I do" you smirked. 

"I can do whatever I want" 

"Like me?"

"Like youuu." She smirked, nuzzling herself into you neck. 

Sevika:

Sevika doesn't understand how you can get angry so easily, and honestly your aggression stresses her out And even the she is used to hot heads she normally didn't feel the need to protect the idiots who couldn't control themselves. She's probably gonna be a bit of a dick later too "seeee, it really wasn't that bad". She wouldn't do it when your angry because in that moment the only thing she wants is for you to calm the fuck down.

Sevika isn't the type to really need to control herself often. She understands life fucking sucks, that there's so much to be angry about. That's why she does what she does. Outbursts don't solve shit, so why be angry, why be sad, it won't get better unless you change it. She's not very in tune with her emotions (if that wasn't obvious) She will try to talk you down offer you a drink, or a cigarette or whatever helps you. She'd give you whatever she could and help you however you can.

"It's not that big of a deal doll"

"Not to you!!"

"Don't yell at me I'm trying to help you"

"I didn't ask for your help! You don't have to be in control all the time. It's okay just take a fucking step back"

"God why do you have to be so difficult"

"Why are you still here then???"

"Because I love you, you moron. I'll be outside I'm not taking the brunt of this"

She'll smoke nearly half of her pack before you come sit with her. Sevika will ask you if you want to talk about what happened, but she wouldn't push it on you. She probably wouldn't want to talk about it either. She'd offer you a drag of the cigarette she had if not she'll hold your hand either way, much gentler than usual. She'd graze the skin of your knuckles with her calloused fingers she'd give you a kiss on you forehead if you let her.

Grayson:

Grayson can be very stubborn, and honestly a bit loud, however it probably takes a while to get her to yell. But she gets being so overwhelmed with no outlet. A part of the reason she became an enforcer is to let it out. She thought she could fix them from the inside out. She couldn't. And all that anger over time has turned to bitterness, then sadness, then acceptance. Shes an old woman she doesn't want to waste anymore time on grudges or resentments.

But seeing you worked up often gets her worked up. It ends up with you two bickering like well, and old married couple. Grayson and you tend to complement eachother well, because despite your anger she gives amazing advice. She tends to know what to say to you, you don't know how she does it, she's so empathetic even if what you're angry about is ridiculous she'll understand why you're angry about it. Because she really gets it, her core was bubbling with the wrath of Zaun for so long, sometimes you'll even get that old match kicking and the two of you end up doing something productive thats good for the both of you.

"That's ridiculous dear"

"I KNOW!"

"Baby please don't yell"

"Im sorry I just"

"No no I get it, that's outrageous. But don't get so worked up why don't we just fix it"

"HOW I don't see any magic fucking miracles babe"

"We always find a way don't we my dove"

She'll coo at you and before you know it that arm is snaked around your hip and you're pressed to her. No time to be angry if such a beautiful women is going to help you fix it.

"Grayson, c'mon be serious"

Her fingers trace up your arms.

"I'm so serious, we're gonna make this all better together aren't we"

"that's not the point I-"

"don't you want me to help"

"yes but Gr-"

"Then it can wait another minute while a spoil my peach until she stops yelling at me"

"oh"

"I'm sorry, I wasnt trying to yell at you"

"I know, why do you think I'm still here beautiful?"

Ambessa:

Ambessa has (had) kids, she knows what a tantrum is but she can honestly just set you over the edge sometimes. She'll use that motherly tone at you when she decides you're feelings aren't reasonable. Well yea sometimes they don't make sense to you but they're valid.

Shes known to call your outbursts, fits or tantrums which really pisses you off.

"Calm down, you're overreacting"

"No, don't tell me to calm down Bess."

"You're throwing a fit, calm down and we can discuss this like adults"

"Im not throwing a fit I have every right to be angry!"

"As do I! We all do, yet only children run around and scream about it. Are you a child?"

"What the fuck, why can't you just take a minute to think about someone else."

"I put my life on the line everyday, I have sent my daughter away so she could remain safe despite the brutality of our home country. I think about others every day. And I will not have you questioning me or yelling at me over something as little as this."

"Bess, don't be like that I'm not angry at you"

"I know"

Ambessa will have you questioning yourself. Especially how to control yourself. She compared you to a kid. You'd have to initiate any conversation over your feelings about what she says.

Mel:

Mel is probably right there with you, she often can control herself in the public. Albeit her council meetings, parties or events. She even stayed behind to finish work, or fix some loose ends or irregularities that happened so often in her line of work. She can get angry at the littlest of things, when there's so much on her back. The two of you can often get tense, but she'll rarely yell at you. She does nag you though. Mel tends to start arguments sometimes but will walk away. You think she's trying to get you more pissed in the moment, but you realize all the two of you need is a little space and a lot of love.

Bickering doesn happen often though, she ends up mostly just validating whatever your angry at and the two of you will talk shit about it, and end up laughing or joking. Especially if it's a person, it ends up just being ridiculous. Mel can make you smile through your anger either with the power and connection she has to make whatever angered you stop.

"This guy at work keeps fucking talking to me"

"Ew, tell him to go away"

"No it's really getting fucking annoying"

"Show me"

"What?"

"Sweetheart, show me what he looks like. Did you forget who I am?"

"Whatever"

You pull up a picture on your phone. And show her, her eyes widened and she let out the biggest dorkiest laugh.

"Oh my god, he does not think he has a chance with you."

Shes still laughing. But shoves your phone away.

"What do you mean!?"

"Oh sweetheart ask him how his mom is and tell the boss, what a creep"

"Not his mom!? Mel???"

"I'm sure of it look at him, he's like a wet looking dog"

“Pinga. Are you sure, mamita?”

You pause briefly, assessing Dani’s raised brows and genuine concern. You can tell she hasn’t fully noticed, but her breath has quickened, bright beads on her chest rising enough for you to pick up on her newfound anticipation. You think to yourself how you want to see that chest heaving more wildly, soon, before you smile and take a tatted hand in your own.

“I’m sure, amor. I’ve been wanting this for a while, but I was…too shy to ask.” 

It’s only half-true, in that you had long fantasized about Dani Rojas taking you from behind, your face molded to the pillow, wanton slapping reverberating throughout the bedroom, ponytail you’d tied for the occasion wound tight around the pale ridges of her knuckles. 

You’d considered, at length, how she’d start out – tender, tentative exploratory strokes followed by an astonished gasp elicited by the unexpected bump of her bottoming out inside you. Soft hands supporting your supple waist graduating to wrap around your mouth, then throat, rough and unyielding. Debauched moans unlocking a dual spring of inspiration and desire within her; Dani leaning forward to bring your back flush with her chest so she could at once brush hushed praises against your ear and press fervent lips to the skin of your neck. A sanguine spank ringing out to take you both by surprise. Another, to preserve the lovely warm handprint embossed across your ass. Waves of pleasure escalating into cascades of ecstasy, strangled moans into gasping sobs, rhythmic strokes into profound staccato thrusts.

Yes, you’d thought about this for some time now, you mused, rubbing slow circles into her palm.

But shy? You weren’t shy, like Dani could be, sometimes. 

As he got up to do the chores, your chores for Grayson. You could no longer hide the sad gleam that twinkled in your eyes, scanning the stranger as he did your work for for you.

Of course Father Grayson was just your priest after all, what gave you any right to think otherwise. She was just as kind, and passionate and loving towards everyone else. You weren't special. Of course you weren't.

Your shoulders slumped a little spine slouching as your hopes perished and all the confidence you held onto with dear life escaped your clutches, anxiety left you with a breathy sigh as you attempted to swallow the heart beat down that threatened to burst.

But perhaps it was too soon to believe this to be a rejection. After all, you didn't even make her an offer yet, hell you doubt she even knew. Perhaps you could round up the confidence you lost, if only to say something to Father.

Your heart beats faster as you think of something that could possibly. Anything you could possibly say to get you what you want. Maybe you were sitting there too long, or even more likely she'd noticed the forlorn look in your eyes as you stared into the emptiness of the air without even getting ready to leave.

Even if you wanted to now it was too late. You felt the wooden pew creak as someone sat next to you, you didn't bother to look up until you felt a warm hand on your thigh.

"You were late today, darling. Is everything alright?"

Greying eyebrows furrowed, as the look in her soft green eyes staring into yours made you swoon. You couldn't help but to think of earlier, as your mind filled with shame. You swallowed the imaginary lump out of your throat, hoping she couldn't read your thoughts as she stared so deeply into your soul.

You cleared your throat, your body tensing, with the attention.

"I- um. I'm alright"

The silence was heavy, it felt awkward and anxiety piled in your gut before you looked away, it seems she was waiting for more, but you simply couldn't give her any.

"I see"

She sat for a moment leaning her back against the wooden pew, resting her head on the top of the seat and closing her eyes. You weren't sure what else to do, you didn't want to be rude, or seem uninterested so you sat there with your phone in your hand awkwardly. You didn't want to break the silence so you simply looked over at her.

Father Grayson looked worn, only from this close could you see the imperfections of her skin. Wrinkles, blemishes and her eyes bags. She looked truly exhausted. Still, even through wear and tear her shoulders were broad like she wouldn't think of letting life beat her down, that however strong she is, she is still so exceptionally gentle as of fighting life's nature and refusing to break, or to break others.

"Have you ever taken a break, Father?" The questions streamed from your lips without a second thought. So blunt you were afraid the emphasis you put on the word ever was to brash.

Yet whatever doubts you could've had for the familiarity in your tone plummeted when you saw those soft lips curve into a smile, cheeks pulled to accentuate the laugh lines on her face and you couldn't help but to smile along with her.

She lifted her head to look at you. You could see her gray iriss move as they scanned over your face as if studying every detail she could, your smile changing just a bit more flat trying to hide the growing joy in your eyes, as she studied you like you were the new display at an art museum, it didn't linger long but it did make an impression.

Grayson shrugged, letting out a breath "heh, not for a while I suppose, what with meetings and sermons, and confessions." She looked away, forward somewhere, but not at anything in particular.

Your own eyebrows scrunched as you reached to cup her shoulder in hopes of comforting the older woman.

"You should, I'm sure you can't devote yourself as you want without any self care father."

Grayson hummed, looking forward to where she was standing.

"That's true, but then I wouldn't get to see you every week, dove." she retorted, turning her head to you.

You could've swore your heart left your mouth just then and landed in her palms. You could've sworn your head decided to say 'fuck thats it she can do whatever she wants to me I don't care what happens this is yours now'

But you, an idiot, could only say "oh." With wide eyes and a small smile creeping up your cheeks. It was silent again, but this time you simply didn't know what to say.

So you thought fuck it and said the only thing you could think of.

"You could see me outside of church if you asked."

You saw her back straighten even through the loose robes, as she silently got to her feet. Your heart sank, and you could feel the lump in your throat returning. 'Oh' indeed.

"I'm sorry Father, that was foolish. I should-"

"It's alright" her back was to you and even as you stood she was still a bit taller than you. She paused before turning to you.

"Perhaps you could help me rest?"

"What?"

"Suppose I took you out for dinner this evening?"

"Then I'd have to change"

She turned and approached you. "Nonsense sweet girl, you look beautiful".

"Oh."

"However, these garments will not suit, I have my outfit in the back, would you be a dear and wait a few moments for me?"

You smiled at her, as she caressed your cheek softly. "I can wait" you barely managed to get out before she turned to the backroom to get changed.

The other man must've finished by now, or you hoped. But when she came back in a tan suit your face almost dropped, she must've seen your expression because the closer she approached the bigger her smile got.

"You're so handsome" your words were filled with surprised, you'd never really seen her outside of the vestments shed wear at church.

She closed her eyes, taking your hand in her leather gloves and brushing her scarred lips against your bare knuckles, which made you have flashbacks to your morning. Blood rushed to your face in embarrassment, you kept watching as she removed her hand instead of looking up at her.

"Nervous, sweetness?"

"Can you tell?" You joked trying to ease your own anxiety, she snorted a bit at your response before putting her hand on your lower back and walking with you out of the church.

"It'll be okay, dove." She smiled "What do you like for food?"

"Um- anything is fine, I'm not picky at all" you chuckled, getting more nervous as she escorted you out.

"Then may I take you to my favorite place? They have an assortment of dishes to choose from. "

"Sounds heavenly" you smirked a bit. Good job, very clever.

Her neck was angled down to get a better look at you letting her eyes roam a delicate smile on those irresistible lips of hers. You looked to her as she held the passenger door open for her lovely company. Sunlight sparkled off of the teal of her vintage car as you sat in the leather seat of her vintage chevy, you heard a click next to you as she shut the door and walked to the driver's seat starting the car.

"This is beautiful"

"Thank you love" her hand turned at the stick shift putting it into gear to take off. Her eyes stayed focused on the road as she spoke "It's one of my favorites, restoring vintage cars is somewhat of a hobby of mine"

"That's incredible, Father"

You heard a hmph before she spoke again "Please love, outside of church you can call me Grayson"

A cleared your throat "I'm so sorry Grayson" you smirked, humming lightly. "It's beautiful out today" you said changing the subject.

"It is, the sun's out and I have a beautiful girl with me don't I?"

She smiled, the way she said it, it sounded like even she didn't believe it to be true.

"Yea, I'm so lucky" you responded smiling at her.

"Cute."

It was a few minutes of silence, however this one felt less heavy, like you could breath without restrictions once more.

She pulled into a fancy looking parking lot, with a valet in his little red vest who opened the door for you. You saw Grayson walk to him and hand him the keys holding out her now uncovered palm to you.

You looked at her for a moment, still in utter shock. That this beautiful woman, this pastor, would take you here. On a date. With her.

You hoped you werent smiling like an idiot. However you're sure you were.

"Why thank you." you said in a fake fancy voice with a playful smile that couldn't leave your lips. She took your hand and pulled you closer her hand meeting your lower back once again.

"Anything for you my dear." she smiled, your sides pressed to each other as you entered.

It was fancy. Very fancy. Waiters and waitresses in suits, cocktail bars, and so many annoying lights. You noticed a beautiful voice singing on the stage in the middle of it all. Your eyes wide at the new surroundings. You barely noticed that Grayson ushered you both off to corner booth.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" She questioned pulling you out of your haze.

"It's incredible Grayson" you smiled sitting opposite of her.

She smiled. "We met nearly a year ago today" your eyes found hers as she had her hands folded on the table. She looked like she was about to say something but the waiter interrupted, introducing himself and taking your orders for a drink, and Grayson ordered an appetizer for you two to share.

You looked over at her, and you could see her overthinking so you simply did not think you took her folded hands in yours and squeezed tightly.

"A year flies by it seems"

"I barely blinked darling." she smiled up at you you thought you saw a hint of sadness in her eye.

"Perhaps I should've asked you on a date sooner then?" She smiled turning her hands so your palms were interlocked.

"Should I have made it more obvious I was interested. Father?" You smiled getting the confidence to play with her.

She chuckled a bit, it was nice seeing her so less uptight. Her genuine laugh was so beautiful, so authentic. "No. You're perfect dear" her smile dimmed a little however as she spoke next "I'm just worried that the board will not approve of my lifestyle." It was less of talking, more so of a sorrowful sigh. This was something you'd thought often enough, to make it a bit more gloomy around the two of you.

"Oh." You didn't know what to say, that's why you left that church in the first place. "God loves all his children Grayson, you know that better than most"

"Yes, I know. And those who disagree don't worship the same loving God as I, perhaps it's time for a change?" She was still questioning herself. She took a long sip of the water in front of her.

"I'm not sure, last time they made me question myself I left. Maybe this was bad timing? With everything going on should we wait?"

"Hm" she hummed as the waiter came back with refills and appetizers. You ordered something smallish you weren't very hungry but you didn't want to be rude.

When they left you returned to the conversation at hand.

"You should do whatever is best for you." you smiled sipping at your drink, you watched her watch you with a small smile peering on her lips.

"You're right, Thank you for coming with me tonight, I wasn't sure you would"

"Of course I would, you're amazing Grayson" you chuckled, the conversation was longer than you thought and food was already here, it looked amazing and you didn't know how tonight could get any better. The two of you sat enjoying each other's company, eating amazing food and listening to a beautiful singer.

Then she asked you to dance. It got better. It was smooth too, the artists began to play a song and not a moment later Grayson's fingertips were drumming on the waxed wood of the table.

You could hear the vocals and strings first then a a man singing.

'there's a girl in town, and words gone around, she's just fine. So I don't worry my head 'cause I know her heart is tied to mine'

"This song is beautiful"

"I've never heard it, but that persons voice is gorgeous"

"Isn't it?"

'The life that we live and the love that I give to her Each day it grows more and more I'm sure, it shows Well'

You were tapping your foot along enjoying your time when you noticed her slowly stand, and reach her hand out to you.

More voices chimed in as she got to you

'Our love, is a bubblin' fountain, Our love, that flows into a sea'

"May I dance with you, dearest?"

You didn't know if you could dance, but how. How could you ever say no to her?

'Our love, deeper than any ocean, Our love, for eternity'

"That sounds wonderful" you smiled, taking her hand and curtseying playfully.

When she pulled you into the crowd to dance with the others, it was hard to believe you were this close to her. Sharp eyes staying focused on you like your the only person in the room, her hand on your hip guiding you step by step as she took the lead. While her the other held your own hand. Her palms were soft yet her fingertips a bit calloused warn, with a bit of dry skin.

'Ooh, like Sunday I'll pray our love will always stay pure'

Both your bodies were pushed together as she danced you slowly around the room, twirling and holding you against her. Your hand gripped at her bicep, feeling just how firm they were thick muscle wrapped by the soft padding of her delicate skin and smooth suit. You rested your head on her shoulder humming quietly, they were strong too, not built for show but rather pure muscle from a life of work.

'Ooh, while the world turns around, he holds me down for sure'

She swayed you around the room and nothing else mattered, it was just the two of you.

No singer.

'Our love, is a bubblin' fountain'

No waiters.

'Our love, that flows into any sеa'

No dancers.

'Our love, deeper than any ocean, Our lovе, for eternity'

Just the warm body of the women who'd unwittingly stole your reverence.

But the song ended too soon.

[Timeskip]

And you were in the cold night air with Grayson's suit jacket around your shoulders underneath. She had a white button up and funky suspenders which you found endearing.

"I had an amazing time"

"As did I"

She opened the door back up for you like the gentleman she is, and started the car again. She sat for a moment lighting a cigarette to her lips, before getting out and lifting the roof so the two of you could give under the stars. She got back and in shifted gear to begin driving. She had no idea where to go now, but the idea of ending it here was sad. She reached out to offer you a cigarette from her pack. "Smoke" which you kindly replied.

She turned on the radio to a quiet hum 'i'm mr.lover man, and I miss my lover man, Im mr.lover man"

Grayson turned it down a bit, the roar of the old engine cracked the silence of the quiet city, soft sentimental music playing in the back as you leaned against the cold leather. You enjoyed you drive wishing it would never end, until the sign did and a hestant question arose from your dates chest.

"Where should I bring you?"

Your smile faded, with the realization that this night would have to end. You barely brushed the skin of her knuckles gripping the shift and smiling. "I wish I didn't have to go." You smiled.

A snort came from the woman "As do I, love" you sighed eyes wandering across her frame.

"___ is my address, maybe you should stay the night, it's quite late" you teased.

"Sounds lovely, I'll stop at my place for my stuff first"

And you did, she lives in a small home with a big yard, a flower garden sitting in the front of her house and shrubs surrounding her back yard. Simple, yet beautiful. Like her. You could hear barking from inside.

"You have dogs!?"

She laughed, "yes I do darling girl, would you like to meet them"

"Yes always!"

"Excellent"

Her keys jangled at her belt as she opened the door, for the two of you to a small porch then inside of her house were two dogs bouncing at her legs.

She had two dogs, one was a bit pudgier, and you had no clue what it was except for a mastiff of some sort, and the other looked like a German Shepard.

"These lil guys are Parker, and Daisy"

"Hello babies" you smiled bending over a bit to let them, wet tongues slobbering on your hands. "They're so friendly" you said excitedly.

"Haha, yes they love attention, I'll let them outside while I get ready" she brought you to the other room with a sliding door. The backyard was fenced off, and the dogs ran out the door as soon as it was open.

"It'll only take a minute"

"Of course no rush Grayson" you smiled. She eyed you for a moment before hurrying off to get her things together.

When she came back she had a bag strung over her shoulder, she grabbed her keys and filled up the water and food bowl, she headed to the patio door and whistled the dogs slowly made their way in but it did take a few calls of their name.

She locked the door behind her and joined you in the car, you were starting to get nervous again but she turned on the radio this time humming along, she began to drive to your house.

There's no going back now.

She hated it, being so out of control. Tied up at your mercy, she hated feeling powerless. Yet it was so exciting, knowing you, the gorgeous person she dedicated everything could for, able to do whatever you pleased to her.

You thought maroon would be her color the one that tinted her signature cape. If she gave you a reason why that was "her color" she'd say "the color of blood doll." With a stupid wink like that was the funniest shit. So edgy...

Then you tried gold, and as beautiful as she looked tied up in gold, Royal blue was her color, it brought out the glistening in her scars, the ones that revealed your lovers heart even through her attempts to hide it.

You had her tied up in front of a mirror legs spread and still, no matter if she squirmed or not. You had her entire body on display and how you loved doing this to her, she had to love her body as much as you did. Her hands were tied behind her back, and black strands of hair stuck to her sweat slicked skin.

You always took your time, as much as you'd love to tease her you'd always make sure she was thoroughly fucked first. You scanned her body, as you stood behind her in perfect view of the mirror in front of the two of you.

Her shoulders leaned on your shins as she looked up at you from below, blue rope in her mouth the keep her from speaking. Because "how can she be such a dick when she's tied up like a bitch. You'd have to gag her every time, but now you know better you gag her first.

Wide grey eyes watched you from below, your fingers working so slowly messaging every thing as you decided, the way you wanted.

You could hear mumbles coming from the sub at your feet, then whines before she began struggling. You stepped on the rope that held her wrists, which stopped most of the movement she could do to get away.

Sevika grunted, her eyes watching you as you touched yourself for her, showing off, moaning her name you watched her body react in the mirror her thighs trembling. And her pussy clenching in need of your touch.

You moved from behind her to kneel in front of her on the floor. You left a quick kiss on her forehead, then let you lips trail down her scarred cheek. You could feel her chest heaving and her nostrils flaring your hands found their way to every scar you could reach you felt her perfect muscles spasm from ghosting your finger tips across such insecure spots.

Whimpers fell from her throat as your finger traced lower and lower before cupping the curve of her. Massaging her clit lightly with your palm you let your middle finger circle around her entrance a sharp gasp escaped her as she tried her best to keep herself up with her hands tied.

"I'd love to see your buddies reaction if they ever found out what a fucking slut you are Sev" you smiled licking your lips looking down at her.

She mumbled something that you recognized so clearly, coming from her mouth. Her defiant "fuck you" as if to instigate you or something.

"you're so cute, now you have to watch me cum instead"