𖤐 𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 open/𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥.

𖤐 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘜𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺.

𖤐 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘚𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢, 𝘈𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢, 𝘝𝘪, 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘢, 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘴𝘰𝘯!

𖤐 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘜𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴: 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 + 𝘈𝘣𝘣𝘺!

𖤐 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺: 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯, 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦, 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺, 𝘒𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨, 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘦.

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺.

𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳: 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

𝘔𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘊𝘕𝘊 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥.

⋆♱ 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦 & 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘖𝘧 𝘜𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

⋆♱ 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘖𝘧 𝘋𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

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She understood the stares, of course she did you were fucking stunning. Curvy and chubbed up in all the right places, soft and smooth all over with your skin glistening in the sun, hair tumbling down your back effortlessly looking like a model... she understood. Didn't mean she had to like it.

"You gonna put on the cover up I brought you love?"

"Why would I do that? I need to tan Sevika. Tan. I'm too pasty."

Right... tanning. Her fists clenched at her sides, unsure as to why. It could be the group of men a few feet away staring at you- or the fact that her girl looks so fucking edible she can't wait to get you home and spread you open.

"...take if off! Take it off!" Snapping back to reality from her daydream of feasting on you later her head whips up to the group of men that have started cheering at you to take off your bikini...

And there you are. Unphased. Unbothered. Completely ignoring them.

That's her girl.

As they approch you dont blink an eyelid, used to Sevika scaring people off with one look though these guys are either stupid or just really fucking brave. Either way it wouldn't last long.

"Yo pretty thing why don't ya take that-" growing closer to you Sevika stands, her own body glistening -despite her adamant refusal you forced her to wear sunscreen- with sweat dripping off her. One look was all it took for the group of men to scatter like startled kittens.

"Fucking pathetic." You giggle at her annoyance as she plops herself down next to you, pulling you into her lap with your thighs bracketing hers on either side. "You scared 'em off baby, good job."

No matter how long you've been married for, no matter how many time you say it... praising her always brings a burning flush to her cheeks which she'll always deny. "Yeah yeah, whatever." Her little huff against your neck is adorable as she buried her face there, arms around your waist like steel bands. So what if she's a little protective? It's her duty as your wife, right?

It wasn't a great plan, not by a long shot but it was your only option. You'd only originally agreed to go with Sevika that very first night because you were exhausted, cold, tired and heartbroken. Not thinking about the long term and now you were stuck with her.

Sevika had gotten slightly better, she showers at least once a fortnight now which was better than the state she was in when you met her, though her musky, sweaty smell was always lingering and no matter how well she cleaned under those fingernails they grew black every single time.

At the next truck stop you'd run. No stopping to call somebody -anybody- for help. You would run, keep running until you were far away with a headstart while she was inside picking up supplies. Like you thought... not a great plan, but it was a plan.

As expected, it didn't go to plan... in fact Sevika had some sort of sixth sense apparently, foreseeing you trying to run away from her- and she wasn't having that.

In the sandals a size too big for you that Sevika had so kindly gotten you… you take off the minute she opens the store door. First mistake. Too early. With your shoes flopping about and your feet slipping out of them it slowed you down, on top of the fact Sevika was giant and each three steps of yours were one of hers... you didn't make it out of the gas station before she hauled you back against her, one greasy, oil slicked hand over your nose and mouth.

"Bad girl... think you can run away from me hm? Think you can get rid of me? No no no dollface... you're mine now. I thought I made that clear- but don't you worry that pretty little head. I'll help you understand." She tuts as she drags you back to the truck, silencing you with her hand.

Another trucker, an older gentleman sees the struggle and rightly comments on it. "You alright there, miss?"

Sevika answers for you over your muffled cries for help. "It's our dynamic. She loves me chasing her- she'll get a real good pounding when we're home."

The man being a man takes Sevika's words at face value, shrugs, and walks away back to his truck. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. It was over. She was going to kill you or even worse... you didn't know what the worse option was but you'd surely find out after this little stunt.

After fighting you and getting you into the truck and forcing you back into the sleeper Sevika sighs. Heavy. Disappointed. "Why'd you ruin that doll? I didn't want to have to do this to you..."

The heavy blow to your head hurt only for a millisecond before everything went black.

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Before you even open your eyes the ache in your head and shoulders forces a pained groan from your lips. And your knees... Everything hurt. As your groggy eyes adjust to the light you realise you have no idea where you are. It looks like some sort of... basement? Though it's kind of nice, with stylish wooden beams along the ceiling, it was almost giving 'cabin in the woods' without the big windows looking out into miles of trees.

Only when you go to rub your eyes do you realise you can't move your arms, let alone your hands. The ache in your shoulders that you'd briefly forgotten about came back with full force. With your arms up in the air, chains were connected to your cuffs, the chains tied to one of the ceiling beams keeping your arms imprisoned above your head. And your knees were barely touching the ground, keeping your torso stretched.

The weak attempts of pulling and tugging at the chains were useless, not to mention painful. "Keep trying to escape, dollface. It's gettin' me off." Sevika. Right... you tried and failed to run.

"Sevika pl-please... let me go please..." With your eyes adjusting to the light, you make out her silhouette in the corner, slumped lazily in a plush armchair.

"Now why would I do that? Where are you going to go, love? Home? You're already a missing person and I hate to break it to you sweetheart but no one is coming for you. Nobody knows where you are." The sharp, grinding sound was unmistakably a knife being sharpened, with each flick of her wrist the rough sound filled the deafening silence.

This was it. She was going to kill you and you couldn't do anything about it.

In a last, desperate attempt to save your own life you pull and thrash at the chains keeping your arms bound above your head and to no avail you make no progress, only further hurting your own shoulders and back. Broken sobs escape you finally, loud, broken wails that did something to Sevika deep down.

The sharpening of her knife stopped as your wails continued. "Beg for me to let you go, dollface."

Without inhibition the words spill from your mouth, sounding almost unrecognisable. "Pl-please! Please just let m-me go h-home! Don't... don't hurt me please I'll stay! I'll stay, I'll be good I promise please just don't h-hurt me!"

The familiar sound of her pants being unbuckled and pulled down goes completely over you as you beg for your life, for your freedom. Wrapping a hand around her angry, leaking shaft Sevika tugs and fists it, hips bucking up as she listens to you promise to be a good girl, to do exactly as she says.

"-anything! Anything you w-want! I'll take it, I'll do it just please... please don't hurt m-me..." your head drops until your chin meets your chest, drool, snot and tears spilling onto the bare skin- because of course Sevika had you chained up naked.

"Easy girl, that's it... begging so pretty for me. You'll do anything, hm?" Her fingers tighten around her shaft, hips fucking her cock up into her hand as she watches you break into a million pieces. Begging for her. Of course you've realised this is where you want to be. Those were definitely tears of shame for trying to run away- Sevika couldn't understand why else you'd be crying.

"A-anything..." your words come out as a broken whisper, throat raw and scratchy. Her heavy footstep growing closer drew your head up, finally meeting her eyes as she stepped into the lights, cock hanging heavy, looking as red and angry as you felt inside. "Open up, dollface. Prove to me how far you'll go to stay with me."

Gripping your chin in her hand she pulls on your lower lip with her thumb, encouraging you to open up and prove your love and loyalty to her. Unable to do anything else you obey, parting your lips and letting your tongue loll out. Sevika slaps the tip of her cock on your tongue a few times, letting you taste the bitter, nasty taste of her pre before her hips thrust forward, stuffing your throat full. "Goddddamn baby- that's it. Good girl."

Both hands move to the back of your head, fisting her hands in your hair as she start to fuck your throat as if it's nothing but a warm hole for her enjoyment. With every thrust of her hips she pulled on your hair, bringing your head down right to her pelvis, nose in her pubic hairs- pulling on your neck and shoulder muscles as they were still chained above your head and now straining against the unnatural movement.

Every cry of pain tightened up your throat, pulsing around her length, teasing Sevika further. "So fucking pretty like this- maybe I'll keep you chained up. You're a lot more obedient this way." The bitter taste of her pre-cum leaking down your throat only made your throat tighten even more as you drool and gag around her shaft.

Controlling your head, Sevika grips your hair harder, keeping you still as she really starts to pound your throat. It was so wet, tight and warm she was ready to let go- on top of watching you cry so sweet and beg for your life so prettily... she could afford to let go. It's not like it was a one and done job, she had you forever now.

Sevika holds your head down, suffocating you in the musky scent of her bush as she spills down your throat, giving you no choice to swallow it or choke. Not wanting to choke you do swallow, as much as you can anyway. When she pulls out the remaining cum you hadn't managed to get down leaks down your chin, creating a beautiful mess- at least in Sevika's eyes.

"Perfect. My obedient girl hm? I knew you could behave, just needed a little encouragement." She pats your cheek condescendingly before sitting back down in her plush, comfy armchair. A stark contrast to the uncomfortable, severely painful position you were in.

Sevika doesn't clean you up, instead opting to walk back over with her knife in hand, crouching down in front of you. "Be good for me. I'm gonna make sure you know exactly where you belong. If you keep on being such a sweet girl for me I'll get you some water, yeah? Your throat must be so sore, dollface."

She tips up your chin with the tip of her knife, demanding eye contact. The look in her eye commanded obedience, there was no other option. "O-okay... I'll be good, I promise I'll be good..."

Sevika smirks, dragging the tip of her knife down your throat and to your chest. The cuts weren't deep, only deep enough for blood to bead at the surface... it still hurt, you still whimpered. Yet you remain still because there is no other option... not if you wanted to make it out alive.

After commanding the rest of the soldiers into a truck she carried you into another, banging on the partition separating the cab and the back of the truck. "Bessa please-"

Before her brain had time to react you were straddled on one of her thick thighs, rolling and grinding you hips desperately. Naturally her hands find you hips, trying to stop your provocative movements. "Soldier stop. What the hell has gotten into you?-"

"Need... I need you please you gotta help me please-" Then she spots it. The small tranquilizing bullet lodged into the thick of your thigh penetrating through your cargos.

Ambessa knows what it is, or at least she thinks she does with the way you're reacting. And it would be wrong, extremely unprofessional to let you keep going... but she knew nothing else would help. Nothing else would stop this feeling gnawing away deep inside you.

So she helps you.

"Okay. Hump my thigh- that's it. I'm not touching you."

The pleasure fogging you brain only heightened when you were granted permission, it was all you needed and you were off. Humping and rutting your soaked cunt against her thigh felt like actual heaven though it still wasn't enough. The roughness of your own cargos brushing against your throbbing clit wasn't enough. No you needed to be full, be fucked to death until you couldn't do anything but take it.

Ambessa knew this small permission granted was nothing close to what you needed... but it would do until she got you back to base and in her barracks where she could properly, throughly take care of you.

The wetness of you pussy was seeping through your cargos and onto hers, warming her thigh in the dirtiest way possible. Ambessa's hands tighten on your rutting hips, trying to help you find a rhythm from the uncoordinated, sloppy humping you're currently doing. "Just like that, nice and slow. I'm right here."

Even though you were literally shaking with horniness, desperate and crying with need -literally- tears rolled down your cheeks, fat and heavy dripping off your chin, sniffling along with your pathetic, adorable whines.

After finding a rhythm Ambessa helps guide your movements, fighting her own self control to rip off your clothes and take you right there- your need was worse and you were... behaving. Kind of.

"Good girl... doing so good for me-" the minute the praise slips from Ambessa's lips your cries grow louder, needier, messier as you let go, hips twitching and rolling beneath her hands. The gush of arousal soaks Ambessa's thigh seeping through to her own skin, the smell undeniably musky in the back of the truck.

"Fuck... okay baby okay I've got you." Her hands slide up your sides and barely ghost over your breasts before her palms are cupping your cheeks, forcing your eyes onto hers. Your pupils are blown wide with need, eyelids drooping, hazy with need. "I promise. I promise when we get back to base I'll make it all go away, okay?"

This wasn't quite what Ambessa signed up for when becoming a captain in a battle of chemical warfare... but it could be worse.

For an embarrassingly long time you rejected her, always turning down her advances despite knowing what she did to you that very first night... and how much you enjoyed it. The past two months though you stayed, having nowhere else to go this was your best option and yet despite her crude remarks and musky scent -which never went away even when she showered in dingy motel rooms- you stayed.

"One room, double bed." The clerk at the desk of said dusty, dingy motel just off the highway barely lifts his head as he grabs a room key and takes Sevika's money.

"Upstairs, last door on the left." Taking the key she swings it around her finger before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs- which she takes two at a time. If you were being kidnapped or held against your will that clerk would have zero clue. Terrible customer service. "Looks like you're sharin' with me dollface."

"I told you to stop calling me that." With exaggerated annoyance you rip your hand from hers, trying to prove the point that you still 'didn't like her'. Even though Sevika has climbed into that sleeper and used your body while your 'asleep' multiple times and you never stop her.

"Why would I stop? Your face gets all scrunchy when I do. It's adorable."

"My face does not get 'scrunchy' thank you very much!!"

"Tell that to your nose. Right now. It's all srunched up and adorable... like a feisty mouse." Just to prove her point Sevika boops your nose. This huge, 6ft something tall, intimidating yet kind of soft, infuriating woman just booped your nose.

"I- you-"

"Feisty mouse." She grins, unlocking the door and ushering you out of the hallway and into the room.

It was going to be a long night, you knew that purely from the way the lights flickered, the bed looked like it was wobbling on one leg and the wallpaper was stained with... something. "This place is gross."

"Beggars can't be choosers, dollface." Your head whips around to tell her off for calling you that but the shit eating grin on her face says it all. She knows exactly what she's doing and nothing you do will stop her.

Yeah. A long, very long night this would be.

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That bed that looked like it was about to break? Now it felt like it was about to break too. With your face pressed into the sheets -which your positive hadn't been washed- Sevika plows into you from behind, one hand fisted in your hair at the scalp with her other free hand on your hip squeezing and kneading the flesh there. "Jesus christ you always feel so good doll..."

Sevika had showered first, leaving you to only get half of a shower before the water ran cold, leaving you freezing- nipples rock hard and body shivering. Was it Sevika's plan so that she could help 'warm you up'? Sure. Did it work? Absolutely.

The obscene 'plap plap plap' of her pelvis hitting the soft flesh of your cheeks with each thrust bounces off the walls, the paper thin walls which almost guarantees that anyone in adjoining rooms could hear you. "S-sevika not so h-hard..." weakly your hands push at her lower stomach, trying to calm her thrusts or slow her down but it's no use she's a well oiled machine from having you around so much- you made the monster now you have to deal with it.

"None 'a that dollface-" her grunts grow huskier, deeper as her hips continue to plow her thick, girthy cock into your cunt which is absolutely betraying you with how sloppy it is and how you tighten around her each time she hits that spot.

Gripping your wrists with one hand Sevika pins them to your lower back rendering you useless, unable to do anything but take it now. Every pump of her hips encourages the already-squeaky bed legs to creak and shake under the weight of both of you and the rapid movement, threatening to collapse beneath you. Sevika is too blissed out in your cunt to care, reveling in the way you walls grip her cock like a velvet sleeve and you're far too gone to be worrying about it- drool forming at the corner of your permanently open mouth, staining the already questionable bedspread.

"Best ah- best fucking pussy I've ever felt." Her hand tightens around your wrist as she grows closer to her orgasm, embarrassingly quickly. Despite having you around for a few weeks and taking what she needs when she needs it Sevika still isn't used to having such a pretty thing available whenever she needs it. For years she's sat alone fucking her grease stained fist for a mediocre release out of necessity.

You were heaven. Sevika's heaven. And there was no chance she was letting you go anytime soon.

Every thrust, every creak of the bed leg only fuels Sevika's feral need for you. There's something about you -young, pretty, so fucking willing- that gets her off like nobody has before. Younger and in her prime she had no trouble with women though growing older and being out on the road put a pin in that... until you came along like an angel sent from the heavens above.

"Gonna fill you up doll... god this pussy is fuckin' perfect..." her moans and groans mingle with your own whines and cries of pleasure as her hips stutter, pace faltering as she finally lets go, releasing the pent up frustration from the past couple of days directly into your warm, open and willing womb.

Feeling the spread of warmth seep into your tummy your body betrays you and you finally allow yourself to let go- to stop holding back and pretending you don't like what she does to you. Pulsing and tightening around her invading shaft your cunt pulses and milks her cock unknowingly making Sevika cum again still buried deep inside. "Jesus christ dollface... keep doin' that and I'll never let you go."

Staying buried deep Sevika manhandles you so that you're both lay down, her spooning you from behind, pressing soft, unexpected kisses to your sweaty skin. "You... weren't going to let me go... anyway." You feel the curve of her lips against you back, confirming your statement without a word.

"No. It's far too lonely out here without you, doll. Need my girl to keep me entertained."

She stood near the sandbox, tall enough to stand out even in a crowd. Dark hair swept back, one arm folded across her chest while the other a sleek, mechanical, unmistakably well-engineered prosthetic hung stiffly at her side. A little boy darted circles around her legs, laughing to himself as he searched the ground for...something.

Sevika had broken bones without flinching. Given birth with zero pain meds. But walking over to say hello to you, an attractive stranger?

Impossible.

"You're ridiculous," she muttered under her breath. Her son, Billy, looked up.

"What?"

Sevika shook her head, rubbing a calloused hand overher jaw. "Nothin' kid."

"You talkin' to yourself again mama!"

"...No."

Billy gave her a suspicious look, his little brows wrinkling the exact same way Sevika's do before wandering off again.

She hadn't expected this. One glance across the park, and there you were reading beneath the shade of an old oak tree, smiling faintly at something on the page. Peaceful. Comfortable. The kind of person who made the world seem quieter just by existing.

She'd felt something twist unexpectedly in her chest. Now every attempt to introduce herself dissolved before it reached her mouth.

"Hi." Too short.

"Mind if I sit?" Too forward.

"My name's-" No.

She rubbed the back of her neck. This was pathetic. A 40 year old woman and she couldn't even find the guts to say hi to a prettything like you...

Before she could force herself to move—

"Mama!" Her little boy sprinted past. "...Wait."

It was too late. In the spur of the moment Billy changes direction and he was charging directly toward you with all the unstoppable determination only a six-year-old possessed.

You looked up just in time to see him skid to a stop right in front of you. "Hi!"

"Hello there." You greet the little boy with a friendly, warm smile.

"I got wormies!" Without waiting for permission, he proudly thrust a glass jar into your hands. Inside were several earthworms wriggling happily through damp soil.

"...Those are impressive wormies." You nod with a... hesitant smile.

His grin stretched ear to ear. "I found five!"

"Five?" You rest your arms on your knees, looking at the jar with intent interest.

"And this one's the biggest." He pointed enthusiastically to the fattest worm of the five, wriggling around the jar edge. "I think he's the daddy."

You leaned closer with genuine curiosity. "He could be, looks like it huh?"

"I named him Noodles."

"Excellent name."

From several steps away, Sevika closed her eyes. "I'm going to dissolve into the ground." She muttered and despite her mild annoyance and rising anxiety in her chest... She finally forced herself over.

"Billy." Sevika stood there, imposing as always, arms folded over her chest.

He looked up, his brows farrowing like her with annoyance that his mama had the audacity to interrupt his worm conversation. "What?"

"You don't run up to strangers." She gestures to you- without making eye contact.

"But she's nice! She thinks Noodles is the daddy worm too!" He said it with absolute certainty, that it was a fact you were nice. Not an opinion, not a suggestion. A fact.

You looked between them, noticing how alike the two were. From a mile away you could tell he was her kid. "I hope that's not causing trouble."

Sevika rubbed her greying temple, a habit she really has gotten into since being a mother. "No." A beat passed. Then another. She realized you were waiting. "...Sorry."

"It's okay, I get it."

Sevika sighs, finally meeting your eyes. "He gets excited. Likes to make friends and doesn’t have no sense of stranger danger at all- not that you're a danger or anything..."

"I can see that, he's very sociable, I'm assuming you're not the same way." You give her a small smirk, one that makes Sevika's heart rate pick up a few beats too fast.

Then Billy tugs your sleeve, trying to pull your attention away from his mama. He found you first, you were his new friend first. Wanna see where I found 'em?"

Sevika sighed, rubbing her jaw again. "Buddy."

"What?"

"Give people a chance to answer before dragging them across the park."

"Oh." He cconsideredit, thinking about why he would need to ask, but he agrees anyhow. "...Okay." Billy looked at you again, tugging lightly on your sleeve. If anyone could say no to that face they must be evil. He was too damn cute for his own good. "So... you wanna? We can find new wormies."

"I'd love to."

Sevika knew right then and there that maybe, just maybe she'd fallen in love with you. At first sight? Possibly. But the way you handled Billy and his... enthusiasm so naturally was endearing and she knew if he was to ever have a second mama... she wanted it to be you.