Thick Thighs And All That

She busied herself in the kitchen, making herself a drink. The devil's lettuce wasn't her poison of choice, liquor would win every time.

"Where is she anyway?" Vi asked.

"Late as usual." Viktor said.

Mel tried not to roll her eyes. Without fail, when game night came around Sevika always seemed to come later than usual. Mel didn't think it was a coincidence the butch would be on time when others hosted, but she tried not to think about it.

"We can start without her." Mel approached the couch with her drink in hand, settling in next to Viktor.

"Of course you would say that." Viktor gave Mel a knowing smile. "She should be here soon."

Mel ignored Viktor's look, crossing her legs in front of her. He knew she was a stickler for time. Everyone in the group knew. But Sevika would take things she knew Mel liked and do the complete opposite. It was always like that, but it still didn't fail to get on her nerves.

A loud knock at the door made Mel's eye twitch.

"I got it." Vi rose up and looked through the peephole. Opening it wide for the tall woman that made Mel want to jump her bones and cuss her out.

"You smell loud as hell." Sevika said as she pulled Vi in for a quick hug.

"Glad you could finally make it." Sevika didn't respond back, but looked at Mel with nothing but mischief in her eyes. Mel didn't want to hear an excuse because she knew there wasn't one. Sevika did it for the love of the game.

Jayce, Jinx, and Ekko closed the balcony door, making their way inside to greet Sevika.

"Mel's gonna lock you out one of these days." Ekko gave Sevika a quick dap, before joining Mel on the couch.

"She would miss me too much." Sevika said.

"You wish." Mel replied.

After Sevika returned from her smoke break, the games finally were able to begin. A team based game of charades ended up being Jinx's first choice, since she was in charge of the entertainment.

"I'm sitting this one out. So it's, Ekko and Jayce, Vi and Viktor, anddddddd Sevika and Mel."

"This has to be a set up." Mel mumbled.

"Captain's rules!" Jinx laughed Mel off, wiggling her eyebrows. Next time, Mel would be in charge of the games.

Ekko and Jayce started, picking prompts that were custom made by yours truly. Jayce was miming a handjob when Mel felt eyes on her.

She turned to her to see Sevika staring at her. Mel quirked an eyebrow, and was met with Sevika patting the armrest at the recliner she sat at.

Her mind told her to stay sat, who was Sevika to tell her what to do. But her body told a different story, gravitating towards the aura that was Sevika. Her ass didn't fully fit on the arm rest, making it hard to ignore the body heat emitting from Sevika.

"Sorry I was late."

"Don't lie."

"I'm serious this time. I got caught in traffic."

"So those other times you did it to bother me?"

"…Maybe."

"You're insufferable."

Mel subconsciously leaned in, her head resting on Sevika's shoulder. The two had this weird dynamic that Mel couldn't define at times. She didn't hate Sevika, far from it. Sevika was known for little words, while Mel thrived in specificity. Mel could spend all day shopping while Sevika hated going anywhere that didn't have alcohol. In a lot of ways they were opposites, but that is what made them work in a lot of ways too.

The two bickered but it was out of love for each other. Whether that be platonic or romantic, Mel didn't know.

The drink made her body warm. She was a little too heavy handed this time around.

"How can I make it up to you?"

"Help me beat these plebeians tonight."

Sevika coughed to cover her laugh. "I think I can do that." Mel could tell Sevika was high was as hell, her eyes were low and she didn't hide the way she stared into Mel's face. It made Mel turn away. Paying attention to the amount of points Jayce and Ekko were racking up.

They somehow were able to decipher Jinx's long winded written prompts, and got 10 points.

"Lovebirds! You're up."

"How many times do I have to say I'm single?" Mel moved to the center of the floor, picking up a card.

"I have eyes."

Mel stuck her tongue out at Jinx, who accepted it like it was a blown kiss.

"3 minutes!"

Mel avoided Sevika's amused expression, focusing on the prompt in front of her. She dramatically dropped to her knees, shielding her body from imaginary rain that was supposed to be pelting her skin.

"Rain?"

Mel nodded her head and put up two fingers.

"Something rain?"

Mel nodded her head frantically, so hard that some of her locs fell from the high bun she tied it in.

Somehow Sevika was able to get acid from the extreme agony Mel was trying to convey. Sevika had known Jinx since she was a kid, so the best person to decipher her out of box prompts was given to the right woman.

They were able to get through the cards quickly. It surprised Mel that they could work so well together, even if it was just a silly charades game. Sevika's unwavering stare made her feel nervous, acting out all these goofy things. But in no time, they were able to beat Ekko and Jayce's score.

"Time!" Jinx glanced at the paper where she was jotting down notes. "Vi and Viktor will have to beat 15."

Mel didn't know if it was the drink or her horrible competitive spirit, but she rushed over to Sevika to give her a hug.

"You did good Vika!" Mel's hair was now loose and down her back. "I wouldn't of gotten any of those."

"Not even the pit full of snakes?"

"Especially the pit full of snakes." Mel bumped Sevika's shoulder, leaning into Sevika's warmth. She expected the taller women to slink away, but she stayed put. Even brushing some of Mel's hair away from her face. "You know we're staying partners right?"

"I don't remember agreeing to that"

"That's not a no." Mel looked up, to see Sevika looking back at her. Her toothy gap showed with just a hint of redness on her cheeks. Was it the closeness? But she didn't blush earlier when they were on the recliner.

And Sevika did stay Mel's partner, with no protest. A record had to be broken, since they havent argued for the last two hours. Flowing and vibing through every game with praise from Mel's side and an almost muted glee from Sevika.

"I didn't know you knew how to play spades." Mel and her just got done beating Jayce and Viktor, who were learning the game as they went. It was very unfair, but it didn't stop the joy from rising in Mel's chest.

"Dad taught me when I was younger." Sevika shuffled the cards, putting them back in their box. Mel tried not to stare at her hands too much, as Sevika's fingers moved efficiently.

"You shuffle good." The recent cup of wine had her tongue loose, not caring about how she sounded. "You're good with your hands."

Sevika hummed, Mel noticed her shift in her seat. Legs spreading just a bit.

"A lot of compliments today."

"I can't help it." Mel leaned her head on her hand, facing Sevika who was avoiding her eyes. "You've been doing good today."

"Don't start something you can't finish."

Mel raised her brow. "What do you mean?"

Sevika didn't answer her, instead she ran her hands through her hair. Exposing the heat crawling up her neck.

Oh.

Mel always thought the bickering was what kept their sexual energy charged. It's all they did. She never considered that Sevika would take any compliments from her well. It would break the unspoken dynamic they already have.

But what's the use in keeping the status quo, when Sevika looked so flustered?

Mel stayed in deep thought as the night continued on, she held back as everyone started to head home. Making sure everyone was sober enough to get into their rideshares or cars. Mel had hoped Sevika would stay. And like a gift from above, Sevika was the last one sitting on her couch.

"Still high?" Mel called from the kitchen, putting up any leftovers and wiping the counter.

"Nope."

Mel snickered. "I won't be offended if you leave. Not much to clean." Mel was no longer looking at the back of Sevika's head. Her focus on the dishes she was scrubbing. She was met with silence.

It gone on for so long that she thought the women left. After rinsing the last dish, she wiped her hands and turned. Expecting to be left with an empty house.

But she was met with gray eyes instead, hovering close. Mel jumped back, her back pressed against the counter.

"I thought you left."

Sevika moved closer, closing her in with both of her arms. "Still here."

"I see." Mel averted her eyes, Sevika this close was too much. "You need something?"

"Yeah."

"There isn't anymore food, I think Vi had a tapeworm or something."

"I don't need food."

"Then spit it out." Mel didn't push Sevika away, but she shifted her body. Antsy.

Sevika's hand landed on her hip, bringing Mel closer. "Treat me nice. I deserve a reward for carrying your ass today."

"You want a cookie?"

"If you're offering." Mel scoffed, as Sevika continued. "But your words are enough."

Mel didn't force Sevika to say it. Instead she brought her hand up to Sevika's hair, petting her head softly.

"You did good today." Mel's hand traveled down to Sevika's cheek.

Sevika hummed, leaning into Mel's caress. "Can I kiss you?"

A boundary they never crossed was being tempted. And Mel found that she didn't care.

Mel took the lead, leaning into Sevika's waiting lips. It was slow and sweet, not as rushed as the dreams she would have when she was alone at night. Mel's hand snaked to Sevika's neck, bringing her body flush against her. Mel was glad she didn't miss the moan that escaped from Sevika's mouth when they finally broke for air.

"If you're good, maybe I can reward you later."

His death was a relief, honestly. She never liked the man even if he was her blood. It was the only thing they shared, not their view on morals or lack of on his behalf. So when the letter came in the mail of his passing and that he'd left the ranch she grew up in to her... it almost got torn to shreds.

Against her nature though she decided to move, all the way from the east to the South West.

The ranch was the same as she remembered, only more lived in and worn down. Left the way her father left it the ranch scattered with dirty coffee mugs and stained flooring. Windows left open a crack and the door to farmland outback still stubborn as horse shit to open. This was home... despite all the nightmares that lingered.

People further West were different, louder, rougher, quite frankly rude. And no one seems to bat an eye at it. Walking through town and seeing men brawling outside the saloon at 2pm was apparently normal considering nobody stepped in, not a word spoken. The law was stricter in the East- clearly.

Sevika didn't come into town much over the two months she's been here, mainly coming into town to go to the store or tailors.

"You took it didn't ya? You little shit!"

"No! No I swear mister I ain't taken nothin'!"

Those two voices down the alley caught her attention, the first slurred most likely drunk. The other younger, far younger, it didn't have the gruffness of a grown man yet. At the thought of a kid being in trouble her feet move before her brain has time to second guess itself.

As she'd thought the drunken man had the boy -no older than fourteen- up against the wall of what she's made out to be the saloon, arms across the boy's throat drunkenly accusing the lad of stealing his wallet. "Alright let 'im go. You scared the lad enough."

The minute she puts a hand on his shoulder he shrugs it off and focuses his drunken irritation on her. "He stole my wallet, stay outta this." The threat was weak, so was his body by the looks of it. Swaying side to side, a man who can't hold his liquor.

Without much thought Sevika grabs the scruff of his collar and hauls him towards her, face to face her voice drops quiet- not quiet enough though as the terrified teen can still hear her. "I can promise I hit harder than you. Leave the kid alone, mister and get the hell outta here."

He considers whether it's worth it and decides against it once his eyes actually focus on Sevika. Rough, calloused hands for working. Talk, taller than him by a few inches and a scowl that could make a grown man weep. "Fine. Fine but tell that kid to stay outta my god damn way!"

With a scoff he pushes Sevika off him and scrambles off like a frightened rat. Good.

"You steal it, kid?" She asks as she takes the cigarette from behind her ear and lights it. At first boy shakes his head, adamant he hadn't... it only takes one raised eyebrow for his facade to crumble.

"Yeah... my mama needs it." He admits like it's something to be ashamed of. Though most people down here weren't doing well, or they spent it all on gambling, women or booze.

"Wait 'til they're passed out next time boy." With a nod she leaves him. People did what they had too, it wasn't her business the least she could do was teach him proper.

Smoke curled around her nostrils, blending with the dust in the air kicked up by horses along the road as she passed the saloon. There was no reason for her to go in, she had drink at home and at least then she wouldn't be pestered, bothered by the constant noise and nagging of others... but something inside her pulled her in. Her feet carried her along again before her brain could stop her.

What was with her today? First she was saving little thieves and now she was willing to put herself in the company of others.

As soon as the swinging doors opened the once quiet, easily ignored blare of the live band was now intolerable. Far too loud, far too cheery for Sevika's liking.

This whiskey better be worth it.

At first glance Sevika hadn't noticed you, nor on her second glance of the place. With your corset tight and squeezing your ribs together you blended in with all the other working girls mingling, hoping to reel in a customer to take him upstairs.

You noticed Sevika though, she was hard to miss.

Broad shoulders stretching her jacket taunt, inches taller than the average man you've ever seen in this establishment. Every item of clothing from her shirt to her pants looked as if they were about to burst at the seams- painfully obvious it was from how muscular she was. Mystery woman was your target for tonight... maybe she'd come from out of town? Or she's new in town as you've never seen her in here before.

Most men are pigs, treating you like nothing but a warm hole to fuck and throw money at. Every so often you'd get the odd respectable man... as respected as they could be picking up a working girl in a small town saloon.

And your chance was gone.

Tilly, another working girl, had already slid into the chair next to Sevika, pawing at her bicep, probably winning her over by inflating her ego- it usually worked even if you told a lie or two. However the woman who looked far too tall to be sat in said chair couldn't be any more nonchalant if she tried... in fact you only just realised you were staring.

She was staring right back.

What Sevika told herself would be one drink, turned two, then three. By the fourth she was practically begging you with her eyes to come over and put her out of her misery. Tilly had long gone, moved onto customers more willing to pay and since your staring match you'd hadn't let yourself get any closer to her in fear of the same rejection.

Drinking on the job was ill advised, it lowered ambitions and if you ever needed quick reflexes alcohol would be sure to slow those down.. but you needed a shot or two to prepare yourself for almost certain rejection... maybe. Each time you do sneak a glance at the mysterious woman her eyes are already on you -not your body- you. It was refreshing that somebody seemed more interested in you rather than your body, which was incredible. God had definitely favored you in creation.

"I don't bite darlin', unless you want me to." You'd only risked walking past and close to her table, you hadn't expected her to be the one to make the first move. Let alone be so... forward.

"I'm afraid bitin' isn't permitted honey, might scare off my next client." Instead of taking the seat next to her you prop your hips against the table edge, tracing a finger around the rim of her whiskey.

"No marks allowed, huh? What if I want to keep you all for myself? You're... a sight for sure darlin'." Her head tilts and her lips tug up into an infuriatingly attractive smirk. Was she implying she wanted to keep you? A working girl turned domestic?

That was fantasy for the likes of women like you. 'Ruined' 'Loose' 'Whore'... you weren't housewife material. "I ain't the kinda woman you want to make a wife of, honey-"

Overhearing the conversation a man from the next table over chimes in unwanted. "Damn right you ain't, your place is in here ain't it sweet thing? Only thing you know is bein' a whore."

Silently, without a single word, a single breath Sevika has him pinned to the table, her hand encompassing the back of his neck as his cheeks smushes against the sticky table. "One more word boy. One more disrespectful comment and I'll make sure you get hung for the whole of town to see. You hear?"

His cocky grin is replaced with a small whimper of pain, the sharp waves shooting through his neck as she keeps him pinned, waiting for a response. "Y-yes ma'am. Loud and clear- h-heard!"

"Good. Now disappear before I do it for ya." As soon as her hand lets up he's on his feet and running for the hills. Though Sevika's hands don't stay empty for long, instead she fills them with the plump flesh of your hips.

"Can't stop lookin' at you sugar. I'll make you a housewife. I promise ya that... say yes."

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From what was a hesitant, almost certain to be regretted night in town turned out to be one of the best she's had in a long time. And the most pleasurable.

It would've been easier and a lot quicker for Sevika to take you upstairs in the saloon and have her way with you... though that wasn't what this was. She wasn't paying you and you weren't leaving her once the deed was done. Which is how you ended up in her bed, in her ranch, in her sheets.

"Arghh jesus christ darlin'-" the warm, wet heat of your cunt wrapped around her was pure heaven, one of the best feelings she'd felt in... years. Each drag and roll of your hips sunk her deeper into your warmth, her cock twitching each time your sweet little pussy pulsed around her like it was meant to be there.

"Feels so good honey... so so good..." With your arms around her neck and Sevika's hands on your hips -her favourite place- you used her as leverage to bounce up and down, taking her deep each time.

Seviak wasn't small in any sense of the word, the bulbous, thick head of her cock nudged and teased that sweet spot inside you everytime. Unable to control herself, her hips would buck up to meet yours, forcing herself further into your warm heat. The slick, wet squelch of your pussy sucking her in was obscene, sou loud you'd definitely be embarrassed if you weren't so fucked stupid on her cock. Your pussy weeps and leaks around her, dribbling your arousal onto every inch of skin from her lower stomach to her thighs.

"That's it darlin'. Mark what's yours." Sevika's hands slide from your hips to your ass, spreading your cheeks wider as she guides you up and down when she notices your pace starting to falter. "I got ya, darlin'. Just like that- atta girl..."

Taking control her hips start to move, from uncontrollable twitches to precise, punishing thrusts. Adding to the pure pleasure that is Sevika your hands move to your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers as the plump flesh jiggles and bounces with every one of Sevika's forceful thrusts.

In such a short amount of time you were dangerously close, being a working girl sex was a constant thing though it was never in your favor. Those men never, ever took your pleasure into account and Sevika was putting it on a pedestal like it was more important than hers. Every sorce of pleasure thatshe could give you- she was. So lost in grinding down on her and playing with yourself you hadn't even realised one of Sevika's hands had slipped between your thighs to thumb your clit.

Her touch was gentle but firm, the exact right amount of pressure in the exact right spot... your orgasm was ripped from you, stolen in the best way possible. "Ohhh my g-god!" Your trembling thighs clench around hers even as she bucks up into you desperately chasing her own release which was on the brink.

The way your pussy was strangling and pulsing around her shaft, coaxing her orgasm out was too much. Too good. What was she holding out for? Nothing, absolutely nothing has felt this good in so long, so she allows herself to let go, to give it to you. "Gonna knock you up pretty, get you nice 'n round for me darlin'."

Her hand cups your jaw, forcing your eyes to lock on hers as her hips twitch, unloading herself inside you. The warmth spreads through you like a wildfire, unable to be taken back. You were hers now that much was clear. Sevika meant what she said when she told you she'd make a housewife out of you. "Atta girl... take it for me. My pretty girl doin' so good... there we go."

As you come down her hand slides from your jaw, down your collarbone and your spine brushing over every hard ridge. "Gotta get you fed darlin' far too brittle ain't ya? Need my darlin' healthy."

Burying your face into her neck you nod, not moving off her, not wanting to break the moment. Sevika only held you close, making no move to push you off or throw cash at you and kick you out. Maybe it was foolish to think she won't be like the rest of them... but it's worth a shot.

Right?

She projects her grief for Silco onto him and tries to mold Viktor in his image, keeping her life and situation in Zaun as they were before Silco's death. This, of course, fails because, well, Viktor is his own person.

Meanwhile, Viktor also seeks in her a replacement for something he once had, although this is less clearly expressed. During the timeskip between acts one and two of S1, he became, and still remains, a man completely absorbed in his work at the lab, who could not care less about matters of reputation, organization, resources, and the like. This part was previously handled by Jayce mostly, and now by Sevika. Viktor values ​​her help and initiative, and owes almost everything he has gained in Zaun to her and Singed, but due to him subconsciously slightly associating her with Jayce (whom he resents by this point) and her connection to the criminal network that controlled Zaun, he is quite cold towards her.

I originally planned to make their storyline more defined and dramatic, but there wasn't room for it in the plot outline I had constructed, so it's touched on more subtly. Perhaps I could have expanded on this if I'd written a full detailed version of my writing, but now that won't happen anytime soon anyway.

Between the end of ep4 and the beginning of ep5, there's a timeskip (a month or a few, during which the enforcer raids with the grey occured). Viktor has settled down to live and work in the destroyed Silco's factory from S1, where he's begun producing mechanical gadgets, healing people, and (reluctantly) partially revived shimmer production for the sake of experimenting with hexcore and generating income. He benefits from his criminal connections but still clings to his morality and use of the core's biomagic (as opposed to the fact that by the finale, he'll have nearly-completely embraced mechanics). This, along with his conflicted relationship with Sevika, is reflected in the first prosthetic arm he created for her (picture above). It combines mechanics and healing with hexcore, because Viktor is in the process of switching from one tech to another. It's uncharacteristically bright, shiny, and smooth, because he's obsessed with being good and his personal ideas of "fixing" and "improving" things. It's designed for everyday life, not combat, unlike what Sevika is used to, because Viktor puts his opinions and ideals above Sevika's interests.

This is also partly why I didn't make the top of her outfit particularly detailed: it's mostly hidden by her cape most of the time because she doesn't really like that arm, and because she doesn't engage in actual combat very often anymore (at least not onscreen), instead managing Silco's old assets to keep them afloat herself or hand them over to Viktor.