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The sweet smell of incense and body lotion filled the small, dimly lit room Sevika was lounging in, her head resting against the back of the velvet sofa as she exhaled a puff of smoke, closing her eyes in an attempt to quiet her brain. Amid the chaos, she had started to confuse day and night, hours muddling like paint in water.
Silco’s operations were nothing short of incomplete, the addition of Jinx to their scheme proving to be a hindrance – clean up after her, he had said, she knows what she’s doing, he had reassured, but he had been wrong. This was taking too long, the Zaunites he had promised freedom to were dropping like flies, and their dreams of independence were starting to feel like a distant dream.
A distant dream, she had thought, until a letter was delivered to her a few weeks prior, smelling of jasmine and stamped with… the Medarda crest?
Sevika,
It would be foolish of me to expect a reply to this letter, so I will only ask you to read it and do with it what you will.
You and I both know that men are only good for one thing, and peacekeeping is not one of them. I thought to take matters into my own hands and, if you would agree, forge our own path to a better future.
If you are as smart as I believe you are, you would realise that this is a proposal– there is information I can provide that not even Silco is privy to, and I need someone from the Undercity who has a close enough relationship with him to help me building a case to the council. To put a stop to this needless massacre.
I will pay handsomely, if that is a concern of yours. If you decide to work with me, I have an enforcer informant at my beck and call to pick up your response.
Please do give it some thought.
All my best,
Councillor Mel Medarda
Her eyebrows had shot all the way up to her hairline, and her first reaction had been to laugh out loud in utter disbelief, the genuine sound foreign even to herself. Crazier things had happened in her life, but she still regarded the letter as a hoax, and she nearly set fire to it until the thought of the unstable blue haired teenager wormed its way into her mind, her shrill laugh like nails dragging across chalkboard.
She had replied to the letter that same night; she was ready to take any opportunity to solve her current conundrum, as unbelievable as the source might be. As far as she knew, any trust had evaporated between the chem-barons, and her own opinion of Silco had started to falter slightly so. If a better chance to gain independence would present itself, she would take it.
Their correspondence has been immediate, following Sevika’s curt reply (Let’s work. Don’t disappoint me, she had only said,) and Mel had proven herself to be a good source of Piltovan information– golden hexes besides. She had been truthful about the pay, as it lined Sevika’s pockets nicely and she had been able to enjoy the simple pleasures of life, such as alcohol, tobacco, and women.
Two of the latter were currently sitting on either side of her on the velvet couch, one of them trailing a hand down her muscular chest, cat mask obstructing her, Sevika guessed in a haze, beautiful face.
“You look distracted, my love,” the scantily clad, cat-mask-wearing woman purred. “Would you like to talk about it?”
She only shook her head at the question, keeping her doubts to herself. There was something bothering her, but she would’ve much preferred not thinking about it in the midst of enjoying herself. She could feel a soft, slim hand snaking up her thigh and taking a hold of her belt.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it,” the other woman mused– she was wearing a mouse mask, keeping her anonymity. “We’ll help you get your mind off it, I promise.”
Sevika knew they were well able to, and have done so more than once, but she could not shake the feeling of dread she had been plagued with the past few days.
The last letter she had sent Mel had been the week prior, some request about sending food and clean water down to the fissure children in exchange for chem-baron intel, and it had been radio silence since then; what she had requested had been delivered, but as it was, she could not help but wonder what had become of the councillor; and if anything, goddess forbid, had happened to her.
Soft lips trailed across the skin of her neck, and she leaned into the feeling, letting the two women play with her and welcoming the distraction– she had enough on her plate, and she was looking to spend her one free evening free of worries. She couldn’t allow herself to start worrying about some high-born, Noxian princess.
However, the thoughts persisted, much to her dismay, as one of the women made her way down between her legs and unzipped her pants. What if someone had gotten to her? They would be able to trace the letters back to her, as she had stupidly signed them with her own goddess-given name.
What if someone had hurt her? She couldn’t quite understand why the thought of her correspondent getting in harm’s way upset her, but she needed to know.
A nip to her navel interrupted her train of thought, and her head snapped up.
“Is something wrong?” the woman between her legs asked, head cocking to the side.
Sevika sighed. She hated to do this.
“I have to go,” she said quickly, composing herself and zipping her pants back up. Each of her hands cupped the ladies’ face, and she added “Not your fault. I’ll tell Babette to let you off for the night.”
She did not hear whatever the women had to say to her, as she swiftly walked through the beaded curtain, making her way through heavy incense smoke and lace and out of the brothel.
***
Mel took a step back and looked at the unfinished painting in front of her, frowning. Something she could not pinpoint yet, likely from looking at the piece for too long, threw off the piece’s balance, and she could only bring a hand to her forehead in frustration, humming in discontent. If she brought brush to canvas again, she was sure to ruin it more than it already was.
Painting had always been an outlet, a way to truly bring herself inner peace as muscle memory directed her hand, but her mind had only been plagued with the current events, and it was as if her brush strokes reflected as such.
Current events had not only been the only thing on her mind, as a brief thought of dark grey eyes made their way the forefront of it, a memory from their latest physical meeting like a drop of oil in water. They had agreed to do so only once or twice on the basis of trust, to establish rapport, but she had not been immune to the sheer stature of the (she had guessed) older woman. She would never be one to admit that there were a few drawings littering her sketchbook; a hand, an eye, perhaps even the sliver of skin showing from her cropped shirt as she had walked towards her one warm night.
Shaking her head to dispel her thoughts, she briefly wondered if her correspondent had taken her silence as a hint to–
A click and a slide of her bedroom window elicited a gasp and put her on high alert, as she readied herself to call her guards; clutching at her silk white robe and, well, brandishing her still-wet paintbrush as her only weapon. Who in their right mind would break into the Medarda household? Their property was well guarded.
“Guar–” she stopped herself the moment her eyes met with the now-familiar muscular frame. “Sevika? What are you doing here? How did you even get in?” she asked, eyes wide in disbelief. She couldn’t help but feel her shoulders slacken, somehow relieved that the intruder was only her recently acquired business partner.
“Window,” Sevika replied simply, pointing back at said, now open, window. She added, “You’re alive.”
Of course she was alive, she thought, but at the very least Mel had expected a follow-up letter, at most that one of her goons would slip their way in and attempt to take her down into the undercity for an explanation– not that her correspondent would so much as bother to pay her a visit in the middle of the night.
Though as time went on and the letters piled up, they had found themselves exchanging more than business-related words, effortlessly slipping into seemingly friendly territory, once breaching professionalism altogether – following their first in-person meeting, Mel had told her she had not been a sight for sore eyes, and had earned herself a you don’t look so bad yourself.
“I am,” she said, putting the paintbrush down on her easel. “I’m surprised you even bothered to come check on me.”
“I needed to make sure our agreement was still on,” Sevika replied, stepping closer to the other woman. Mel did not budge, even as their breaths nearly mingled from her personal space being invaded, Sevika’s much larger frame towering over her. “Is it, councillor?”
Mel couldn’t help but let a scoff come out at the word, raising an eyebrow. “Did you come all this way to threaten me? You could have done so in writing; it would have saved you the time and effort.”
“I don’t appreciate being toyed with, Medarda,” Sevika groaned in reply. “Taking a walk uptown is the least questionable thing I’ve done.”
Her eyes had not left Mel’s, stormy skies narrowed as if she was looking down at her with disdain. There was anger, frustration perhaps, but…there was a hint of something else, intentionally buried so deep that only someone observant enough would catch.
Come to find out, it had been a good thing Mel had been taught to catch such signs from an early age.
“You’re hiding something, Sevika. You’re not here only on business,” Mel dared, and she knew she had been right when the other woman almost recoiled, eyebrows drawn together in irritation.
“What else would I be here for,” Sevika said, as Mel took a step back and started slowly circling her, as if predator judging her prey before they sank their teeth in.
“You could have sent one of your goons to check on me, to make sure I was alive and well– it would not have been a difficult task,” she mused, observing the way Sevika tensed, visible annoyance seeping from her. Despite not having known her partner long, she was like an open book to her, no matter how tough she made herself to the people around her.
Sevika did not answer, and Mel kept prodding, kept circling her.
“You could have reached out to another councillor if something had happened to me, or if you had lost patience,” she continued, looking up at the other woman. “But you did none of these things.”
Mel swore she could see Sevika clenching her jaw, and the taller woman had resorted to avoid looking at her; she was already close to making her crack, oddly enough. There was a weakness she could see, and she was looking to exploit it.
“Are you done prodding, princess?” Sevika said mockingly, as Mel faced her again. “I didn’t come here to play games.”
“Then why did you come here, if not to obtain something from me?” Mel asked, a hint of a smile on her lips. She stood unconvinced, she wanted Sevika to say it to her face.
She craved her admittance that she had come for her– but the only thing Sevika was willing to give her was an annoyed huff, and Mel shrugged, only slightly disappointed.
“Fair enough,” she started. “I didn’t think I would be doing business with a coward, and yet here we are.”
She only saw what she wanted – the flash of raw indignation, and desire, in Sevika’s eyes – for a moment before she felt a strong hand at the back of her neck and equally strong lips against hers. She had thought a direct attack on her character would get a reaction out of her, but not to this effect.
They stood in complete silence, breaths heavy, following Mel’s realization that she had backhanded Sevika, the sting of the slap still echoing in the bedroom.
There was no surprise in Sevika’s eyes, she noticed, and it didn’t take long before she realized that she had gone about it the wrong way; if she were to assume, she would think that violence was most of what her counterpart had known, so what would a slap do to her? Not much.
If anything, she was most likely expecting it from Mel.
So she did what she knew Sevika would not expect– she grabbed her by the cape she had been wearing walking in, and pulled her in, pressing their lips together with no hesitation; she would be downright stupid to deny that she had not been dreaming of the moment, to give into the physicality, into the attraction she knew they both felt the moment they had seen each other.
Her arms snaked their way up Sevika’s large frame, locking behind her neck and both women opened their mouths nearly in unison, their tongues meeting and intertwining as if they had done it thousands of times. The lack of resistance and growing enthusiasm from Sevika only proved Mel right, that she had paid her a visit with a plan under her sleeve.
Her body had not been something that had crossed her mind, but she was not one to object at the thought, as she felt Sevika’s prosthetic arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her impossibly close. The cold metal pressed against her skin ever so slightly, sending a tingle down her spine.
Their lips separated briefly, Sevika being the one to break their kiss. “That what you wanted?” she asked, voice husky from desire. “For me to admit this was what I came for?”
Mel chose to believe Sevika was telling the truth– even as her eyes were clearly not backing up what she was saying. She nodded, leaning up to continue what they had started, but Sevika pulled further back, a smirk showing when Mel looked clearly displeased. Being denied was not exactly something she took pleasure in.
“Tell me this is what you want, princess,” she said, putting emphasis on the nickname, and continued. “I won’t do anything unless you agree to it.”
There was no hesitation in Mel’s voice, if only slight irritation from the nickname and Sevika clearly thinking she has the upper hand in their game: “I do. Take me to bed,” she breathed out.
Sevika only hummed pleasantly before unbuttoning and ridding herself of her cape then leaning in, prosthetic arm hooking behind Mel’s thighs and hoisting her up with little effort. Mel only let out a gasp as she buried her hands in Sevika’s short hair, nails digging into her scalp; she made quick work of carrying her off to the unmade bed and dropped her back on it.
Mel knew she looked downright dishevelled before Sevika, the latter now standing at the edge of the bed and gazing down at her, her eyes following the curves of her body; she was leaning on her elbows and still had her robe and nightgown on, the thin and white fabric leaving nothing to the imagination and riding up her dark thighs, golden tattoos greeting Sevika’s appreciative eyes.
She ran both hands up Mel’s thighs, uncovering more skin as she went, before taking hold of them and dragging Mel to the very edge of the bed, her legs nearly hanging off it. She leaned in, kissing her briefly before making her way down her neck, leaving open mouth kisses on her skin. She tested the waters and dug her teeth into her skin, and Mel dragged her up by the hair, her breath heavy.
“No marks,” she gasped out, and Sevika couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What, afraid your little boyfriend might notice?” she replied, and Mel only rolled her eyes at her; Jayce had not crossed her mind since Sevika broke in (or at all that day for that matter), but it was not as if she cared about what he thought of her… nighttime activities. He had been a lover at best, a nuisance at worst.
“He is not my boyfriend. I’m only asking you to behave,” she said, no anger in her voice. If anything, she was enjoying Sevika’s snide remarks. Few people dared to talk back.
“Can’t make any promises,” Sevika only said, her hand coming up to silently order her to take her robe off as she slid the strap of her nightgown down, revealing a taut brown nipple. She took it in her mouth, tongue swirling around it and teeth pulling slightly at it, and Mel instantly forgot whatever she was going to say, pleasure shooting down her spine.
She almost lost control of her elbows and fell back on the bed, had it not been for Sevika’s prosthetic arm holding and keeping her up, mechanical hand splayed across her back. She dragged her lips from one nipple to the other, leaving them both almost bruised and shiny with a thin layer of fresh spit. Mel was left a gasping mess, her cheeks warm and the air hitting her nipples and making her shiver. She was getting wetter by the second, and needed the other woman to do something about it right now.
“Off,” Sevika said, which sounded more like an order than anything else as she tugged at the edge of her nightgown, and Mel narrowed her eyes at her.
“Why don’t you take it off yourself,” she quipped back, and Sevika only let out a small chuckle and an okay and all but ripped her nightgown down the middle with her mechanical hand, revealing Mel’s smooth and tattooed skin, and she gasped at the older woman.
“What– Sevika!” she exclaimed, shocked yet unquestionably turned on by the display of force, no venom in her voice.
“I’ll get you another one,” Sevika simply said, “You have paid me well as it turns out, so I might as well put that to good use.”
She didn’t wait for Mel’s response as she kneeled at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and continuing her voyage down her now bare chest, the act of Sevika lowering herself down enough to bring heat to Mel’s cheeks– she was far from being unexperienced, but the sight of the other woman doing so had a riveting effect on her.
Sevika’s face met with her still-covered groin, and Mel raised an eyebrow in warning.
“Don’t rip them off,” she warned.
The woman between her legs shrugged and said, “No need,” as she slipped the lacy underwear to the side and put her lips to Mel’s pussy with no hesitation, sliding the flat of her tongue up her core – Mel let out a wanton moan and called out to her, this time falling back on the bed, her back arching.
Sevika expressed no mercy as she proceeded to devour her lover, covering every inch of her pussy with her tongue, moving along with Mel’s gasps and moans; both hands keeping her thighs spread wide, her lover open and vulnerable for her.
As heat built up in Mel’s body, Sevika pulled back. “Look at me,” she said as she was catching her breath, non-prosthetic hand making its way between Mel’s legs, thumb brushing over her clit and making her shake. “Mel, look at me.”
Mel shot up at her name coming from Sevika’s mouth, green eyes meeting stormy ones, her brain hazy with need. She felt a finger slide slowly inside of her, then a second one, and her eyebrows knitted in pleasure, as she bit down on her lower lip.
“Okay?” Sevika asked, for good measure, and Mel nodded as she moved her hips in tandem with Sevika’s fingers, gasps escaping her lips as if ripped away from her.
“Fuck– yes–” she swore, picking her hip movements along with her lover’s hand, a thigh propped up on Sevika’s shoulder, another moan leaving her lips and she felt Sevika’s tongue on her once more.
Her nails clutched at the bedsheets below her and if she was not more careful, she was certain she could make holes in them, intense pleasure wracking through her as she took whatever Sevika had to give her in the moment.
“Sev–” she stammered, earning a mmmph? from Sevika in response as she continued her ministrations. “Sevika, I’m going to–”
She felt the other woman’s fingers curl deliciously, as her orgasm took over her, her body trembling. She rode the pleasure out, letting Sevika drag it out as long as possible; it was never-ending, the waves of electricity hitting her repeatedly, all the way into her fingertips, her toes curling.
Sevika pulled back from between her legs with an obscene pop and slid her fingers out, giving her a moment to gather herself and catch her breath, but Mel only had one thing in mind, pulling Sevika back up by the hair and crashing her lips against hers, tongues meeting once more; kissing her as deeply as she could, drinking her in as if parched.
Pulling back once satisfied, she gave her lover a defiant look. “Off,” she gestured to Sevika’s clothes, very much still on and hiding her obscenely strong body. She needed to see what she was hiding.
“Why don’t you take them off yourself,” Sevika chuckled, giving Mel a taste of her own medicine. She rolled her eyes, resisting the temptation to laugh; she did walk herself into the trap, and it was funny.
“As you wish, beloved,” she replied, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Dainty, perfectly manicured hands reached for Sevika’s belt and unbuckled it.
Her jaw nearly dropped to the floor as she witnessed Sevika’s bare body, her undercity clothes having joined the pile of ripped Noxian silk and lace on the floor, her own underwear thrown haphazardly in the heat of the moment. She could not help but run her hands over the expanse of scarred, taut skin, nails raking over layers and layers of pure muscle. She looked up at Sevika and was met with unexpected tenderness in her eyes. Had she never been touched this way?
“You’re… beautiful,” she said, truthfully, and Sevika cupped her face with her large hand, running her thumb over her lower lip. Mel took it into her mouth, tongue swirling around it, and bit down.
“You little brat,” Sevika groaned, and Mel’s initial defiance made its way back to her eyes, enjoying the push and pull. She was pulled in the other woman’s embrace, heated kissing starting up once more, as they made their way back on the large bed.
Their eyes met briefly as Sevika lay on top of her, a strong thigh spreading hers to make room.
“Wish I could fuck you with my cock,” Sevika mumbled, lips trailing her chest, holding herself with her prosthetic arm, the other busy roaming over Mel’s soft skin. “That would shut you up.”
Mel couldn’t help but wonder if there would be time for it, eventually. A next time, perhaps.
“I have something else in mind,” Mel replied, hooking a leg over Sevika’s and, in an expected show of strength, flipped them both over– Sevika now laying on her back, unbridled surprise on her face.
Mel took her rightful place on the older woman’s lap, grinding down once, twice; making Sevika groan and taking hold of her hips, digging her fingers in. The pressure of the cold metal against her bare skin only made her grind down once more, pleasure bubbling up again.
“What the– fuck,” Sevika half-moaned, the sensation of their groins touching making them both gasp. “Fuck,” she swore again, “Fuck, do that again,” she demanded.
Mel could not deny her, adjusting their positions slightly so that their clits were now touching, both women moaning as Mel moved her hips back and forth, slowly picking up the pace as she rested a hand on Sevika’s propped up knee for balance.
Sevika bucked her hips along with her lover’s, wetness mingling with Mel’s, helping their smooth glide against each other as she slid a hand up her chest and took a firm hold of Mel’s tit, thumbnail grazing her nipple and making her whine pleasantly.
Mel’s free hand came up to cover Sevika’s, their hands intertwining as their hips moved faster, both women chasing their own highs, moans and groans echoing in the room, guards be damned.
“Fuck, Mel,” Sevika groaned, nicknames forgotten a pleasure overtaking her, “You’re gonna make me come,” she said, nearly fucking herself on the younger woman.
Mel could only whine in response, her own orgasm threatening to take over; she gave her a shaky nod, digging her nails into her navel as she shook on top of her, the only thing she could say being a litany of Sevika’s name.
That alone brought Sevika over the edge, a moan she had been holding in leaving her lips as she rode out her high, grinding up into Mel until she was spent.
Mel caught her breath, a thin layer of sweat covering her body and dampening the tight curls at the base of her neck, her eyes meeting Sevika’s; she was glad to see her lover was not faring much better, breath heavy and hair sticking to her forehead.
“C’mere,” Sevika said, beckoning her over and Mel did not hesitate, leaning down and resting her head on her muscular chest. She could feel Sevika’s fingers roaming over her back, the gesture soothing and oddly tender.
They did not talk much, save for a brief check-in (“all good?” “no need to ask.” “just making sure, princess.” “yes.”). Mel had not found it necessary to bring up anything related to their ongoing business partnership, almost as if she did not want to ruin the moment they were having. Who knew when they would be able to meet again, considering the pressing matters at hand. For the moment, she would allow herself to enjoy the strong, warm body in her bed.
***
As it turned out, sleep took over Mel shortly after their tryst, early morning sunlight now peeking through her closed and curtained window. Drowsiness made her body nearly impossible to move just yet, though she made the effort to reach out into the other side of her bed with her eyes still closed, unsurprised but disappointed nonetheless to find it empty.
She opened her eyes, sighing at what she had felt prior; in fairness she had known Sevika would not have taken her request to heart and stayed the night. She did not know why she had even bothered asking.
She sat up, a small yawn escaping her, her eyes scanning the room for something, anything. The pile of ripped silk had been folded and was now resting on the ottoman by her bed, and a folded piece of paper rested on top of it.
She reached for it and unfolded it, heart racing. It was relatively short, but she recognized the writing, now familiar with it.
The deal is still on– I’d be more than happy to remind you of it should you forget it.
Sevika