#tw w33d

When you feel the brass doorknob click open with no protest, you knew something was different. In all the months of being employed as Sevika’s blood donor, her door had never been unlocked when you arrived. Pushing the handle forward quietly, you see something else different: her tall windows aren’t covered by dark, velvet curtains. In fact, one seemed to be cracked open. You slip behind the mahogany door of Sevika’s office, your eyes settling curiously at the haze of smoke around her desk.

“‘vika, you in here?”

Behind the smoke, you see her head shoot up, her leather chair creaking from the movement. “Fuck, why don’t you knock?” Fresh smoke puffs away from her open mouth, a harsh cloud obscuring her face for a moment.

Your eyes lower to her desk, seeing rolling paper and bud scattered around her paperwork. “Jesus fucking Christ, ‘vika. It’s Wednesday at midnight.” You roll your eyes before gesturing to yourself, moving one hand to your hips. “Standard bloodbag time.” Sevika rolls her eyes as you slide your thumb under your loose waistband. “You knew I was coming.”

Sevika rasps out a chuckle, her voice a little deeper after her recent inhale. “Mhm. Well…” she looks down at her watch, rolling her broad shoulders back against her leather armchair and placing her joint on the ashtray. “I lost track of time,” she sighs. You can see her grey eyes are tinged with red, even with only the moon as lighting. You can’t tell if it’s from the joint or exhaustion. “It’s been a fucking day.”

You nod, stepping closer to her desk. “I get it. Me too.” It was true; you were dead-tired. If you let yourself, you could fall asleep on the her plush carpet right now. Even with your sleep deprivation, however, the older woman still looked like a dream to you; she was worth staying up for. “But I mean…” you begin, a mix of mischievous and comforting. “The night is young or whatever.”

You slide behind her desk, settling your body between her spread legs and your hands on her tense shoulders. You watch as her heavy grey eyes gaze up at you, her pupils almost imperceptibly larger than usual. It’s cute. You take the opportunity to breathe in deep, sliding one palm up the nape of her neck. Your thumb relaxes into the shaved hair, prickly against her soft dark skin.

She looks a little softer today, exhausted and intoxicated. Instead of grabbing your waist and lifting you to the desk’s surface like usual, she lets her hands fall to the chair’s leather arms. You smile, letting your eyes scan over her sharp nose and crooked, relaxed… smile? You don’t know if you’ve ever seen her smile yet. Inside of you, something like pride swells. Huh.

A moment passes, the musky, dim office stilling to quiet comfort. Just a moment, though.

“You smoke?”

Vika leans forward to retrieve her joint from the ashtray on her desk, her broad shoulders pressing over you naturally. It doesn’t look like she even considered moving you out her path. “You probably do.”

“Damn? What does that even mean?” you grumble before laughing. You notice her hand, joint pinched in her fingertips, swinging back to the space in front of you. “What about me gives off-“

She presses the lit blunt to your lips, placing her free hand on the back of your head. “Don’t play, baby. You know you look like a stoner.”

Your eyes widen, a slight gasp bringing in fresh smoke. Sevika chuckles, keeping the blunt on your lips as her grip on the back of your neck strengthens.

“Take a better hit than that. Come on.” 

Her eyes are piercing into yours, gray and expectant. You almost laugh under the pressure, but you steel your chest and close your lips firmly around the blunt. As you focus on the smoke filling your throat, you feel the warmth of Sevika’s hand on the nape of your neck begin to spread down your body, branching from your shoulders to your spine, swirling into your limbs like smoke. You lean into it, taking a hit deep into your lungs, performative and slow.

You hear a low hum from Sevika, clearly approving. “Yeah, yeah. You wanna still act like you haven’t done this before, baby?” She pulls the blunt only an inch from your mouth, smoke still spilling from your parted lips. Her hand slides up to your hair, tangling her rough fingers against your scalp. 

Her eyes trace you as the smoke slips into effect, your eyes drooping into weightlessness. She smiles (smiling again, you notice, a fresh joy in your system), her lips quirking into something devious. She speaks up.

“I wanna try something.”

Her grip tightens and she pulls your head forward, your ear suddenly next to her lips. Your body jolts with the action till you’re stumbled inelegantly over her chest. Your hands, resting on her shoulders, are thrown to the middle of her back, clasping together instinctually as Sevika brings her scarred lips to the shell of your ear. “I’m gonna get you real high, okay baby?”

Your arms wrap tighter around her neck at her drawl, body melting against her. You don’t nod yet, but as you feel a warm sleepiness close around your brain, you slide further into her lap, legs spread around her waist.

Sevika presses your head forward into her shoulder, your cheek smushed against her sharp collarbone. She hums approvingly, the rumble vibrating across your face. Already it feels like the vibrations are echoing across your face: a familiar, floaty sensation.

“There you go,” Sevika mumbles, and you feel her lift the joint to her own mouth and take a drag. All you can smell is earth and smoke and her, musky from whatever long day she was referencing before. She smells like spice and shaved metal, but as you let your body mold into her shoulder, her scent shifts into cinnamon.

You let your hands begin to mindlessly wander, withdrawing them from her neck and moving them to her chest, massaging your fingertips right under her collarbones like she enjoys. She sighs, almost moaning at your movement.

“Bein’ cute for me…” she mumbles, rolling her head back to give you full access. You press your hips forward against her, a slow rhythm building between her beltbuckle and your core. Your mind smoky and thoughtless already, you drop your hands lower on her chest. You massage downward, reaching her tits. 

Her hand snaps back to your hair instantly, grip strong. “Uh-unh,” she growls, almost like how you chastise an animal.

“Not yet. Another hit.”

You nod, opening your mouth for her. You feel your hips roll forward faster, core clenched already. Sevika places the blunt on your lips, her eyes fixed on your mouth as you breathe in. Her grip in your hair loosens in approval, her thumb even brushing over the nape of your neck for a moment. 

You breathe the smoke out through your nose, coughing a little under your breath, embarrassed. “You’re doing good,” she murmurs, but you’re hardly listening to praise. Your’e already moving on to groping her tits, your floaty mind focused only on your goal. Sliding your palms down her rough shirt, you feel that her nipples are already hard. 

You giggle at how sensitive her tits are, looking up to meet her eyes. “Oh, so you’re being cute for me too, huh ‘vika?” You place a teasing, suddenly groggy kiss to the corner of her sharp jaw. 

You look up to see her roll her eyes, her hand snapping to your waist to push your grinding hips away from her. She huffs out in gentle annoyance. “Don’t run your mouth, baby. Another hit if you wanna move your cunt like that.”

You groan, but smile. Your whole body feels like it’s tingling; you can’t be mad right now. Hands still toying with her sensitive nipples, you open your mouth obediently. You feel mindless from intoxication already, but you can at least remember to lull your tongue out past your lips just enough to tease her.

Sevika huffs out a deep, impatient breath as she watches your performance. She presses the blunt to your blushing lips and nods at you to breathe in - deep. You hold her vision as you comply, smoke filling your lungs till your eyes water. You feel her hand on your hip tighten, her thumb pressing under your pelvic bone. You whine, hips jolting forward into her touch. 

“More, baby. You gotta work for it.”

The word “work” reminds you of why you’re in her office in the first place: bloodbag time. “Oh, shit, uh… Vika, aren’t you hungry? You can always…” you tilt your head, showing off your neck. You assumed your blood was already pumping hard enough to give her a show.

“You know.”

You watch her eyes flash with lust, her hand digging even deeper into your flesh. You yelp, a mix of pain and pleasure. 

“Fuck, just one more hit, baby.”

She shifts the blunt to rest between her pointer and middle finger before pressing her thumb against your bottom lip. You gasp, mouth relenting open immediately as she forced the blunt in again. “One more.”

You nod, your previous hit still coursing through you. Your balance is unsteady already, but you breathe in slowly. Sevika’s thumb presses your jaw open as smoke wraps up your thoughts, allowing you to only think of her as stars begin to cloud your vision: her fingertips, her skin, her strength, and especially her smell…

Once you pull your lips away, you feel waves of gravity raining on your head. Sevika’s hand on your jaw feels like the only thing keeping you from falling backward against her heavy desk.

Your hands kneading her breasts hesitate as you grab at her body for stability, your balance fading fast. Smoothly, she sweeps her arms around your waist, snapping you forward to melt against her.

“There you go. Good girl,” she mumbles. 

You close your eyes, breathing deep against her chest. You can hear her heartbeat heavy in her chest as your hands drop like rocks to Sevika’s sides, brushing the rough canvas around her thighs. The cold leather of her chair feels like heaven. “‘vika…” you moan, too mindless to know why. You were needy though. You knew that.

“You okay, doll?”

You nod against her chest, slowly. You didn’t know if you were okay or not, but you focus on just breathing in her cinnamon musk, allowing any other worry to swirl away. As if noticing your hesitation, both of Sevika’s hands move to your hair, smoothing it backwards before massaging. You feel her fingertips against your scalp, rhythmic like waves. You melt immediately, feeling her thudding heartbeat slowly match with yours, the vibrations like a steady tide. You imagine that she’s the moon for a moment, fading into a woozy bliss.

You don’t know how long you rested on her chest like that, but when you come back to your senses, you remember the truth: that you were chest-to-chest with Sevika, your core pressed to stomach, legs wrapped around her waist. Without really thinking, you begin to grind your hips again.

Sevika chuckles, letting her hands fall back to your body. “Pretty girl,” she murmurs, brushing your hair away from your neck. You feel her lips press to your soft skin, her breath hot and nearly desperate. You wonder for a moment if she had been holding herself back from feeding off of you till she knew you felt better. The possible tenderness feels like syrup in your stomach. 

She opens her mouth wide, warm breath over your exposed skin, before hesitating for moment.

“I… can I?”

You slide your hands up her chest, still woozy and grinding against her. Voice sleepy, you take a deep breath.

“Please, Sevika.”