Sevikaslut

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CHAPTER II

Smacking your hand over your phone, you drag it towards you with your eyes closed before opening one eye to switch off the alarm ringing through your ear drums. Your eyes do a double take as you catch a glimpse of the time, shooting you straight into immediate panic as you jump out of bed, quickly tossing on a t-shirt that is laid out at the foot of your bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” you mumble to yourself as you pull your hair into a high ponytail, quickly wiping the mascara off your under-eyes. Zipping up your pants, you run over to your kitchen, grabbing your belt along with your radio and weapon, snapping them into place as you open the front door, only to speed back into the bedroom to grab your forgotten phone. 

Walking into the office felt like a scene out of a movie, eyes gawking at you from every direction as you walked in, the other officers creating a path for you. What the fuck? Smiling in confusion and discomfort, you make your way to your glass office, your sergeant and watch commander standing with their arms crossed, waiting for you to shut the door behind you. 

“So sorry, I overslept, Sir” you apologize awkwardly as you take your leather jacket off. 

“You being late isn't why we are here” your watch commander stated sternly, his eyes panned in disappointment. Double what the fuck? 

“Oh- whats, uh, what's going on?” you inquire with a broken voice, your senses rising to a hundred. You swallowed down, hard, as your sergeant walked to the glass cabinet at the side of your desk, scanning your framed awards and trophies for the work you've done. 

“I thought giving you this case would be simple, a quick case opened and closed, but no.” he insinuated flatly, his back turned to you as his arms rested on his lower back. 

“Sir, I'm so close, it's been a little harder than expected” you admit in defense, completely confused by the tension sitting in your chair, admiring the scene as you fall apart in anxiety. 

“At what cost?” your watch commander chipped in, his eyes trained on your tired face, your eyes dark from insomnia. 

“What? Sir I’m confused by what's going-” 

“When was the last time you spoke to Officer Lanes?” he interrogated calmly as the sergeant rounded his way back to you, standing side by side with your watch commander. 

“Last night? Why? Is something wrong?” you asked with concern slipping through, your gut telling you there's something they're not telling you, something is terribly wrong. You can feel it.

“Nothing is wrong, Officer Lanes is perfectly okay, but you not so much” the sergeant joined back in, watching you like a hawk. 

You tilt your head back, taken aback by how they're jumping around what's wrong, speaking in riddles, almost as if they're waiting for you to spill. Confess. “Am I in trouble for something?” you interrogate in response, unwilling to jump around in circles and waste more time, or worse, incriminate yourself. You knew exactly what their ‘innocent’ questions meant, they think you've done something, you know that because it's what you do all day, it's your job. 

Your watch commander exhales harshly before he throws a glance to the sergeant before he nodded at him, allowing the watch commander to explain. “We wanted to hear what you have to say before we do this, we trust you, and frankly we're both very disappointed in you” he expressed as you spiraled, your heart in your mind beating in echoes, muffling his words as he continued. “Officer Lanes came to us this morning, told us about last night, how you've been inappropriate to her, harassing her after work, showing up to her place and even persuading her into.. Uh, sleeping with you” he finished, the last part falling in a croak at how uncomfortable he was by having to be the one to say it out loud. 

You couldn't help but burst into a loud chuckle of disbelief, completely nonplussed by the things you were hearing. “Do you think this is funny, detective?” the sergeant spoke up, his tone searching for amusement. Goosebumps spread over your skin, realizing this is real, you're being accused of abusing your inferior. Fuck. You couldn't feel your pulse, you felt as if you're floating into space, your mind and body numb from the shit you've dug yourself in. She's the victim, and you're the predator. 

“I- that's not true.. She wanted it to-” you gulp the remainder of your sentence down with your courage as you look at their faces, knowing you've just made it worse. You just shot yourself in the foot, and there's no way out. 

“I'm going to need your gun and badge, I am hereby placing you under administrative leave effective immediately. You are not to leave town, you are not to act as detective or any form of enforcement in any capacity, including court. We will let you know of any changes once the investigation is no longer pending” the watch commander asserted as he opened his arm to take your gun as you paused for a moment. “Detective,” he warned gently. 

“Sorry” you mumbled as you took the badge off your belt, passing it to him with your eyes pinned to the badge in his palm, your hands trembling as you processed what had just happened. “What now?” you whispered, your eyes blurring ever so slightly as you glanced up at them both. 

“You go home, think over your defense” your commander advised, a faint crack in his voice seeping under his stoicism, confirming to you it wasn’t a decision either of them wanted. Clenching your jaw to hold the tears desperate to escape, you nod in understanding as your chin tremors. 

A stillness that can only be described as a frozen moment in time takes over before they separate from one another, creating an opening for you to exit your office. Swallowing your pride, you step out in silence, the whispers dancing around you as they gaze at the consequence of negligence and emotions. You expected to feel angry, but all you felt was betrayal, not only by her, but by yourself as well, allowing yourself to end up in this position. Now you've lost it all, in a flash of a second, you've lost your career, your dream, and Sevika. 

Your feet formed a mind of their own as you walked to your car, your head ringing profusely as the heel of your foot hit the concrete beneath you with every footstep. You had no idea what's next. Leaning on the little voice in your head, you drove down to the little bar hiding a block away, welcoming all the walking dead men and women, every degenerate and drunk, keeping eachother company. 

Locking the door behind you, you take a deep breath before pulling the door open, walking into the somber bar and sitting down in the corner, away from any form of life. “I'll have a Johnnie, neat. Please” you murmur as you rest your head on your palm, your elbows keeping you up. 

“Tough day at the office?” the bar man inquired as he poured your whiskey glass, sliding it over to you as he walked up to you. 

“You could say that” you replied with an audible scoff, still in disbelief at the turn of events. 

“You stuck on a case?” he suggested as he turned his back to you, placing clean glasses on the shelf, preparing for the afternoon rush while it was quiet. You furrow your brows as you look up at him, taken aback by his knowledge of you being a cop. 

“How did you-?”

“It's obvious you're a cop, jeans with a t-shirt and a leather jacket? Seriously? You couldn't be a more stereotypical cop.” he pointed out as he turned back around to face you, one brow raised as he scanned your attire. 

You let out a little chuckle as you down your drink, amused by his judgemental analysis. “You should be a detective yourself, Mr Sherlock” you rebuke playfully as you slide your glass back to him, indicating for a second pour. 

“I should, shouldn't I?” he remarked with a warm little laugh of his own, pouring your glass before he pulled his attention to the man at the other side of the bar calling him over. You grab your second glass, allowing the whiskey to burn its way down your throat, getting rid of the lump hidden in it. You let your head back down to the bar as your arms shield your face, your foot tapping against the bar rod along with the slow beat of the music playing in the background. An oncoming shuffle of a person approaches before they sit down beside you, their leg slightly brushing against yours as you shift back slightly, not bothered to pay any attention to their presence. 

“Do you usually start drinking at 11 AM?” your heart falls to your gut at the voice, the owner of it being only one possible person, and here they are, delivering themselves to you. In reflex, you slide your hand to your gun holster as you lift your head, only to be met with her brow raised, amusement lingering in her stone eyes. “Tsk, they took your gun, remember?” she taunted as she slid her jacket slightly, revealing the pistol in her holster. “They didn't take mine. stay” she asserted, her tone flat, almost as if she's bored, routined. 

“W-what? What are you doing here?” you ask as you lower your leg to the ground, preparing yourself for an easy escape. Her words were so contradictive with how calm she was, there were no nerves in her, she was confident. Her arms looked as though she didn't need her gun to kill you, a simple wrap around them and she'd crush you, her build was hunched over the thin bar stool, her shoulders leaned forward as she relaxed. 

“Do you usually stutter when you investigate someone?” she pondered, her eyes now turned to her glass as she raised it before pinning her attention back to you. “Cheers?” she offered, a thin smile forming for the first time since you met. 

“Cheers? To what?” you questioned cautiously, your body frozen at a loss of escape, or defense for that matter, and her aura was making you extremely unnerved. 

“To freedom” Sevika answered, her features sharp as she waited for you to obey. 

For some reason, her words, mixed in with the smug grin plastered on her beautiful face pulled a rage only the fool would act on, and it looked like you were a fool, with a death wish. You didn't have a weapon, but you had a fair amount of skill, not enough to beat her, but enough to let your adrenaline convince you that you can. Lifting your glass to feign a cheer, you pull the most convincing smile you can muster as you watch her cling her glass against yours. Catching your opportunity, you shift your arm forward and smash the glass onto her head, causing her to grunt heavily as she loses her posture, giving you just enough time to gain a head start. 

The lungs in your chest clamped together, ready to keep you afloat for this escape, hoping to put those running skills to good use. Slamming the bar door open, you let your feet take charge, running as fast as you can, each breath counting down as you made it further and further. You didn't dare look back, knowing if you do, it'll be a lost cause, it always is. All you knew was that she was behind you, you could see her shadow against the hot day, the sun reflecting on the pavement. She was getting closer. You strategize as you keep going, scanning for the best route to take, knowing the area like the back of your hand finally came useful, pointing you to the perfect alleyway. 

Sudden silence takes over, her shadow disappearing like a faded imagination, leaving you to lower your guard, slowing down as your run shifts into a jog as you enter the alley way. You find a wall to lean on, using it as a reinforcement to catch your lost breath, your chest heaving as you shut your eyes. 

You open your eyes back slowly before they go wide as you stand before her, her body shading you from the sun as she stood there and watched you, her breath far more recollected than yours. “I win” 

You let out a little shriek as you jump up slightly, comepletey taken aback by her presence. How did she beat you here? 

“We're quite alike if you really think about it. You know every creek and corner of every street, so does someone like me. You know how to operate a weapon, so do I. And best of all, you know how to lie and convince anyone to do whatever you want them to, and guess what? So do I. So tell me detective, what makes you so different from me?” she interrogated, her words clear and distinct as she scanned every shift in your pupils. Your stomach was in circles at how nervous and scared you were, there was no way out now. You knew you'd either leave here in a stretcher, or in a body bag. She didn't have her physique for show, she was strong and you could tell, her forearms showed her weight capacities, her legs looked like she could suffocate you with them in no effort. You needed a plan B, maybe it was time to stand up for yourself, hoping that will throw her off. 

“I dont kill for my own benefit” you spit as you take a step forward, not ready to let her win just yet, you can’t let her scare you. 

“Oh, you're a brave one aren't you?” Sevika cooed as she took the challenge, stepping forward as well, your chest ghosting on her shirt. 

“It's not bravery, I would need to be scared to be brave, and you don’t scare me” you lie, hoping your locked jaw will convince her otherwise. With your heart on pause, you watch time slow into a still quietude as she glared down at you, attempting to figure out your game, because you both knew this was a dangerous game. You couldn't tell if she was plotting or simply waiting for you to fold, but the tension was quickly melting you to speak up. “I deal with dirt like you everyday, you'll have to do a little more than that to make me scared of you” you scorned. 

A little smirk grows on her dark lips, taken aback by your words. “Okay detective, let me see you catch me without the security of a gun and badge, you think you can do that?” Sevika jibed as she lifted the leather hook over her pistol. Grabbing her gun, you back up immediately, only to watch her lower it to the ground, her eyes not leaving yours for an instant. 

Fuck.

You watched her stand back up before tossing the gun back a little more with her foot as she crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for your response. Both of you knew sevika would win, there was no question about it. You had your skills of course, but without your badge and gun, you were at a severe disadvantage. It was a game you couldn't win, and deep down, you knew it.

FLIP A COIN

synopsis: “Flip a coin, tails, I kill your partner, head… you kill her” you, a seasoned detective, finding criminals of all sorts in no time, always one step ahead, until the day her name fell on your desk. It's been 6 months of you chasing her, finding her, only for Sevika to find a way out. Every. Single. Time. Your work partner Vi joins your mission, attempting to aid in finding this woman, hoping 2 eyes and ears would help. Sevika loved you chasing her, exhilarated by the thrill of someone so beautiful wanting her, needing her… Until Vi came in. Her being around meant Sevika was at risk, at risk of losing you. She wanted only you, and that meant Vi needed to go.

CHAPTER I

Your lungs locked in, stopping yourself from breathing as you watched the black car with Sevika in it zoom off into the forest, dark trees framing the car as it faded away. “Detective! Get in” the officer behind you called out, urging you to rush back into the patrol car to follow suit but your legs had a mind of their own, the sole of your shoe glued to the floor. “They're going to get away!” she yelled as she drove the car beside you, pushing the passenger door open for you to jump in. 

“Sorry” you mumbled as you snapped out of it, rapidly getting in as she sped off in pursuit. Sevika’s words replayed over and over in your mind, migrating into every cell in your brain. ‘You should really invest in some shower curtains, unless you wanted me to see you like that’ you couldn’t tell if you were scared or turned on by her comment, her eyes pierced into you like blades, undressing you in her mind. 

“What did she say to you?” Vi inquired, her eyes trained on the pitch black road ahead as she sped up. 

“Nothing, it was nothing” you disregard hastily, your heart pulsing faster than your train of thought, the thrill of the chase no longer seeming so black and white. Vi brakes the car to a halt as a shadow suddenly appears in front of the car, inevitably hitting whatever came in contact. “Oh my god” you mutter out, your eyes wide as you both freeze, unable to move a cell of your hair as blood trails onto the windshield. “Was that…?” you whisper out before turning to face the horrified Vi, her pale face indication a mutual fear. 

“Fuck” she grits to herself as she slowly places her hand over the door handle, dreading to witness the innocent person they’ve just run over. “This is going to be a lot of paperwork” she murmurs before stepping out, pulling you by surprise that this was her biggest worry. You've seen many dead bodies, from children to elders, from disabled to homeless, all of them becoming numb to your heartache. But this was different. This is something you did, something she did. It's on your head. Pulling yourself together, you take a deep breath before unlocking your side of the door, only to be met with Vi bursting into laughter. Nonplussed, you step forward, peeking down at the body. “It's a deer! Oh thank god” she cheered. 

Your brows knit together, taken aback by her joyful reaction as you stared down at the brown deer on the floor, blood sliding down its silky coat. “Vi, it's not funny” you chided lowly, relieved but disgusted by your partner's lack of sympathy. 

Composing herself, Vi raised her brow in challenge. “You're just as relieved as me, don't get on your moral high horse” Vi rebuked sarcastically. 

“It's not a moral high horse, we killed a deer, have a little compassion” you scolded before pulling the little button off your belt, grabbing a pair of gloves. “Now help me move him” you assert as you put them on, snapping the hem of the glove around your wrist. Taking in what you said, Vi obeys and puts on her own gloves before crouching down with you. “On the count of three” you stated firmly before placing your hands under his upper back legs. “One.. Two.. Three, ugh” you groan as you both lift the deer, its dead weight challenging both your strength. 

Dragging it to the side of the road, you both catch your breath in unison, chest heaving slightly as you pull your gloves off before folding them over the other. “We've lost her now” Vi spoke up, both of you glancing at the long road ahead of you, crickets singing all around you. You blow out harshly, adding this night onto your list of failed pursuits, Sevika, one step ahead of you once more. 

You ponder over the last hour or so, remembering how close you were to her, you could smell the tobacco on her clothes, her words sending shivers to your spine as she stopped to let you catch up the foot chase from behind the residential homes. You spent hours that day following her from the crack of dawn, watching her from your car parked up nearby. You should have known it was a trap when you drove into the deep suburbs of town, but you couldn't risk losing her. Not now. You thought you had a chance when you entered a street with no exit at the end, hoping she would realize she's trapped behind you, but no, within a flash, she was out of her car, speeding off on foot. She was like a ghost hiding in plain sight, walking around like she isn't the most feared woman in town, dangerous to anyone that crossed her. A constant chase of cat and mouse, her purrs keeping you awake at night as you spiraled. 

Clenching your jaw, you felt anger seeping in rapidly at your loss. Your arms traveling to the back of your head, your palms over your hair in frustration as stared at the tire indents in the muddy ground. Blinking once, you slowly remove your hand off your hair in realization. “What is it?” Vi questioned cautiously, already aware of your moment of realization. 

“The tire marks, she left us a trail” you murmured softly before a chuckle escaped your lips. “Yes! Thank you rain” you yell out, your voice echoing in the forest as you round yourself to the car. “Get in” you urge as you jump into the passenger seat, quickly clicking your seatbelt into place as Vi quickly joins you. Switching the headlights on full beam, she quickly drives off, following the trail shaped out in front of you, teasing you. 

“What? No, are you fucking serious?” you splutter out as you look at the road that has now split into two different paths, both of them with identical tire trails. Your head harshly falls back on the headrest as you kick your knee against the glove box in frustration. “Shes fucking with me!” you exclaim with a staggered breath, exasperated by her taunt. 

“Hey, it's fine. Let's head back, we can restart tomorrow” she comforted gently, taking notice of your fatigue. 

“No! Tomorrow will be the same thing Vi! I'm so sick of this, she won't let me sleep, eat, or even fucking breath. I’m constantly thinking about her, what she's doing, how she keeps escaping me, I need to find her!” you snap, ranting with your eyes blurring in frustration, the croak in your voice giving away how wrapped up you were, desperate even. 

Vi remains silent, waiting for you to calm your nerves before taking a deep silent breath, not knowing what to say to help. “Look, I think it’s best if you take a breather, take a week off and come back fresh” Vi suggested softly, her voice so calm it could be mistaken for a lullaby. 

“No, what? I can’t do that! If I drop this, I don’t only lose her but I lose the promotion” you justify, aiming for Vi to understand you, even if it’s merely superficial. “I need to find her, put her away forever and then enjoy the pay rise” you finish, your words trailing off into a tired sigh. 

The car falls silent as you both ponder for a moment, your eyes stinging under the bright headlight. “What do you want to do? She would be impossible to find right now, and it's getting really late” she offers as she turns the headlights off before reversing slowly, taking your silence as approval. 

The drive back home was still on the outside, but your mind was on the contrary, rethinking everything over and over again. All you wanted was to see her perfect face in a prison cell, locked away from the world, rotting away for all her crimes against humanity. ‘Fuck, i need to stop thinking about her’. Your thoughts faded to Sevika, wondering how she can have this effect on you, her deep eyes holding so much enigma. Her tall figure towered over you every time you managed to get close enough, her arms pulsing through her tight t-shirts, her dark lips, so kissable. ‘Snap out of it, she's evil!’ you scold yourself, once again failing at not admiring her. 

“Have a good night, i will see you at work” Vi softly spoke up as the car stopped in front of your apartment complex. 

You take a harsh breath as you turn to face Vi, tossing her a quick but professional smile as you place your hand over the door handle before it locks. Tilting your head back to face Vi in confusion, your heart skips a beat as she stares back at you. “What are you-? can you unlock this door?” you stammer. 

“Drop this, you're going to lose everything if you don't” she stated calmly, although it felt more like a threat, a warning to halt it all. 

“What? No, you know that's not happening, now unlock it before I take your badge” you rebuke, tossing your own warning in as she threatens her superior. 

“Drop this, it's not going to end well” she repeated, her tone cooling into a hateful one. 

“Officer Lanes, I'm not going to tell you again, open this door or I will have your badge by the morning” you warned one last time, the usage of her last name pulling a further distance between you both. 

“Oh we're back to last names now” she remarked sarcastically before unlocking the door, allowing you to open it but you remain seated in the car, unsatisfied with her sudden change in demeanor. 

“Why don't you want me to continue? What are you scared of?” you question with your eyes sharpened, analyzing the way her eyes wrinkle at the corner ever so slightly at the questions. 

“Because I'm scared you'll get hurt” she admitted in a low mumble, the words coming out loud and clear to your ears as you breath in harshly. 

“Vi, don't do this, don't catch feelings now, we both agreed what this was and what had happened between us was a mistake” you explain softly, your words coming out vastly more harsh than you intended. “I'm sorry, but you know we can't happen, especially not when i'm your superior” you justify in a whisper, soothing your scold. 

“Yeah.” She simply utters, her jaw clenching slightly before she shifts in her seat, the uncomfortable conversation suffocating both of you. “It's not because you're my superior though, if it was, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. Just say you don't want to be with me, dont bullshit me about rules and regulations” Vi argued calmly, both of you too tired and drained to raise your voices. 

She was right, and you knew that. She didn't deserve this but you couldn't help how you felt, someone else was clouding your mind, making it crystal clear who you want to be near. “I'm sorry, Violet,” you stated. 

“Yeah, that's what i thought” she concluded, unable to look in your direction as she stared at the gold lit lamppost, her words indicating your unwelcomed company as you placed your foot out of the car. Giving her one last glance, you pause for a moment, rethinking your words and hers, the atmosphere unfamiliar to you. 

“Have a good night, Lanes” you state softly before leaving the car, gently shutting the door behind you as you walk away. You felt guilty for having to say those words, but you knew it was the right thing to do, for her and for you, and definitely for your career. 

Switching the warm light into your small apartment, you toss your keys onto the kitchen counter before dragging your shoes off with the other foot. Turning your TV on, you unbuckle your belt, slowly placing your gun in front of you along with your badge. The background news playing blends in with the outside traffic, creating the perfect somber quietude for the lonely apartment you reside in. You glance up at the white Ikea clock situated on the wall in front of you, the time reminding your eyes and stomach that they require your attention. Desperate attention. Rubbing your eyes, you stand up and walk over to the fridge, opening it as you grab the bottle opener beside you, flipping it over the beer that is now resting in your hand. Taking a generous sip, you scan the fridge, searching through the jams and milk, an odd jar of pickles with a lonely slice of bread sitting in its bag. A horrible buzz pulls your attention away, the sound drawing you to your front door. People say you're paranoid, you prefer to call it cautious. You grab the pistol resting behind you before slowly stepping towards the front door, peaking through the peephole to wage the danger. 

“Hello?” a young man calls out, his head tilting as he rang the bell again, the brown pizza box in his other hand seeming heavy as he rested a white bag over it.

“You have the wrong house, I didn't order anything” you state through the door, loud enough for him to hear you loud and clearly. 

“Oh, hi, no.. I'm pretty sure this is it, apartment number 14, it's a ‘pre-paid delivery by a friend’ they said '' he explained awkwardly, his curly ginger hair peeking through his motor-scooter helmet. Your brows inch together in confusion, attempting to work out who the hell would send you this, let alone at 2 in the morning, on a Wednesday night. “Hello? Are you still there?” he inquired. 

“Yes, yes sorry.” you quickly unlatched the door, unlocking it before opening it, only to be met with a wide-eyed teen staring down at your hand. You lower your eyes to the gun in your hand, rapidly tucking it back in your back pocket. “Sorry kid, it's okay, I'm a cop” you assure with a gauche chuckle, embarrassed by your over-reaction. Carefully, he moves the delivery over to you, watching as you take it from him before he retreats away in a rush. “Sorry for scaring you” you call out before he turns the corner, leaving you in the silent hallway, barefoot and humiliated. 

Could it be poisoned? Most likely, but that was not a problem you cared about when you smelled the melted cheese escaping the box. You placed it down on the counter gently, lifting the white bag off the box, your eyes falling to the little note on top, staring back at you in red ink. 

          You're gonna need some food in your          stomach for tomorrow.                   X Sevika

Your heart drops to your stomach as you read it over and over, verifying your mind is not playing tricks on you and you're actually reading this right. You felt your shoulder drop slowly as the warm food lingered around you, tempting you to taste. “Fuck it” you mumble to yourself as you open the box, staring at the pizza in front of you, set perfectly to your preference and sauce. You felt your mouth salivating at what was in front of you, your hands drawn to it as you picked up the first slice, your eyes closing as your taste buds met with the pizza. 

Before you knew it, the box was empty, and so was the bag filled with your favorite sides, your stomach threatening to explode. You couldn't get your mind to stop pondering over her note and gesture, confused by what this meant, what she meant. Why would she do this? What is happening tomorrow? As sweet as this was, you felt your gut twist, warning you that there was an ulterior motive. 

Uhm can someone help please..

currently editing one of my first Sapphic books that ive worked on for almost half a year now, and i was wondering if you guys would be interested in me posting it here.

the reason this is a poll is because i know most of you follow me for fanfictions but dont worry I'm not giving up on my current WIPs but i would really love to hear what you guys think.

if you want me to post the full story let me know but ill give you a little snipper of a scene in the sequel of the original book so you can get a feel of the vibe because I'm terrible at giving summaries lol.