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The Last Drop was louder than usual tonight, the kind of crowded where heat clung to every surface and the air tasted like smoke, sweat, and spite.
Sevika sat near the back, cigar burning low between her fingers. Her stack of chips was growing, slowly. She could’ve cleaned the table already, but she liked the process. Let them think they had a chance.She leaned forward and glanced at her hand again, more out of habit than need.
The door at the top of the stairs creaked open.
Heads turned.
Sevika didn’t need to look to know. Her grin curled up slowly.
Rue descended the steps like gravity obeyed her. Midnight blue hair curled behind one shoulder, her black dress sharp and short, those familiar heels clicking against the metal stairs.She didn’t scan the room. She never did. She didn’t need to when the room adjusted around her, as usual.
Rue went straight to the bar without sparing a glance for Sevika. Picked up two whiskeys. Sevika’s usual in one hand, her own in the other. Then turned and walked to the table like she owned it.
Sevika watched the way her dress rode up when she moved. Everyone watched, Sevika smiled at them, fools.
Rue slid onto her lap in one smooth motion, legs folding over Sevika’s thigh. She placed the whiskey in Sevika’s hand, her lips barely brushing her cheek.
“Hi, pretty girl,” Sevika rumbled, low enough that only Rue could hear.
Rue tilted her head and giggled, "Hi, baby," her eyes flicking toward the men at the table like she’d just remembered they were there. “Are they still losing?”
“They just don’t know it yet.”
Sevika puffed her cigar and held it out. Rue leaned in and lit her slim cigarette on the glowing tip. A lazy, intimate act that made something in Sevika's stomach tighten. Smoke drifted between them. Rue exhaled slowly.
One of the men at the table, a broad-shouldered idiot with no read on danger, snorted.
“Damn shame,” he said, a half drunken grin spreading across his face. “Girl like you being wasted.”
The table went still.
Sevika turned her head, slow.
But Rue tapped her fingers, a light touch on Sevika’s thigh. It wasn’t possessive. It was calming.She tilted her head and looked at the man like she was trying to remember if he’d been there the whole time.
“Oh,” she said softly.
He blinked. She smiled.
“If I wanted to be wasted,” she said, her voice sweet, “I’d be sitting on your lap. But I’m not that drunk.”
The man’s mouth opened, then closed. The table burst into nervous coughs and silence. Everyone was so interested in their cards all of a sudden.
Sevika let out a short, sharp laugh. She turned to Rue and leaned in, with smoke between them. “You always know how to make a scene.”Rue tapped her ash into a nearby tray. “You always give me the stage.”
Sevika wrapped one arm around Rue’s waist, cards in her other hand. She glanced once at the idiot across the table, just enough for him to flinch, then laid her hand down.A flush. The highest possible.Groans followed. Sevika started pulling in chips.Then Rue leaned in, lips brushing just below her ear.
“Win faster,” she murmured. “I want to go.”
Sevika’s jaw clenched as she nodded. She looked at the chips still on the table, calculated the potential, and decided she didn’t give a fuck.
She threw down her final hand. Another win. The rest of the table just stared.
“Done already?” someone muttered, but Sevika was already standing, lifting Rue. Rue didn't bother to fix her skirt as Sevika grabbed the coins. They heard one of the man say something but they didn’t care as they moved to the back exit.
Rue took another drag from her cigarette. “I’ve been patient all day.”
Sevika kicked the door open. “You wore that on purpose.”
Rue smiled around the cigarette. “I work in this.”
Sevika growled something low, half a laugh, half a warning. Rue didn’t blink.The door slammed shut behind them, cutting off the noise and the heat, and the men left wondering what the hell just happened.
The door barely had time to shut behind them before Sevika pushed Rue against it, the weight of her body hard and familiar. Rue gasped, more out of habit than surprise, already tilting her head to give Sevika access to her neck.
“You were distracting me the whole damn day,” Sevika growled, voice low and raspy from smoke and want. Her hands slid down Rue’s sides, rough palms against fine fabric. “You think I don’t notice you teasing?”
Rue smirked, one hand slipping into the open collar of Sevika’s shirt, blunt nails grazing her chest. Rue was a little shorter but her shoe game made her taller than Sevika. That allowed Sevika to kiss her throat easily. “I wasn’t teasing,” Rue said sweetly. “I was waiting.”
Sevika’s jaw flexed. “This dress wasn’t for your clients, hell, it was not for Silco. ”Rue leaned up, brushing her lips over Sevika’s, not touching. “No, baby. It was for you to get worked up.” She nipped Sevika’s bottom lip. “For you to get hungry.”
A sound broke in Sevika’s throat, not quite a groan, not quite a snarl. Her hand dropped between Rue’s thighs, pressing into her through the thin fabric of her dress.
“You’re already wet.” She smiled.
Rue didn’t blink. “You're already packing.”
And she was. She’d been wearing it since before the game. Since before Rue even walked into the bar. And she made sure Rue knew it.
“Fuck,” Sevika muttered, backing away and dragging Rue by the wrist toward the bedroom.They barely made it three steps before Rue managed to kick off her heels. Sevika let go just long enough to rip her own shirt off, her broad chest heaving, the faint sheen of sweat catching the low light. Her prosthetic hissed quietly as she flexed it.
Rue’s breath caught in her throat as Sevika went back to kissing her neck. “You gonna fuck me or kiss me all night?” she asked, playful but already breathless.
Sevika paused at the edge of the bed. Her real hand reached out, brushed Rue’s hair behind her ear.“I was gonna worship you tonight,” she murmured, voice like rough velvet. “Take my time, love you.”Rue looked at her for a long moment. The tension between them pulled taut, humming.
Then she stepped in, pressed her body flush against Sevika’s, took her face in her hands and whispered: “As much as I love that, I would like you to break me, really.”
Sevika's restraint broke in an instant.
She spun Rue around and bent her over the bed, tugging her dress up over her hips. The sheer black fabric bunched at her waist as Sevika dragged her panties down and tossed them somewhere behind her. Her palm grazed Rue’s ass, once. Then she leaned in, dragging the head of the strap against her slit, slow and deliberate.
“Not using your safeword?”
Rue looked back over her shoulder, lips parted, hair already a mess. “What word?”
Sevika smirked.
“That’s my girl.”
And then she started pushing in.
The first half was brutal, and Rue groaned, gripping the sheets with white-knuckled fists. Sevika gave her a little to no time to adjust as she set a pace immediately, relentless and heavy, the sound of skin against skin echoing off the walls, mixing with Rue's moans.
Rue took it all.
She always did. But tonight, she wanted even more.
“Harder,” she panted, breath catching every time Sevika bottomed out. “Don’t hold back. Please baby, I can take it.”
Sevika leaned over her, one arm braced on the bed, the other wrapped tight around Rue’s waist, dragging her hips back to meet every thrust.“You think you can make demands?” she hissed into Rue’s ear. “You forgot how this goes?”
Rue whimpered and Sevika bit the back of her shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
Still, she didn’t stop.
When Rue’s legs began to tremble, Sevika got even faster, more relentless. Rue pushed her head into the bed to silence her moans. Sevika smirked and pulled her hair. She came with a moan that
if Sevika wasn't sure she would think she was hurting her. She didn't help her ride it out as she pulled out, slow and steady, watching her lover’s cunt twitch and clench at nothing.
“Up,” she said, voice hard.
Rue didn’t hesitate as she quickly got herself together. She climbed on top of Sevika as she laid back, straddling her with flushed thighs and shaky breath.
Sevika’s hands gripped her hips. “Ride me.”
Rue sank down in one slow, smooth motion, throwing her head back with a low moan. The stretch hit different from this angle, deeper, more intense. Sevika watched her work for it, jaw clenched,
eyes locked on the perfect view in front of her.
Rue rocked her hips in tight circles, her fingers digging into Sevika’s shoulders for balance. Sweat beaded-on her face, mixing with the smeared lines of her makeup.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Sevika said under her breath, almost reverent.
Rue smiled through a whimper. “You’re gonna break me,” she whispered.
Sevika met her with a thrust that nearly knocked the air out of her lungs.
“I am breaking you.”
Rue’s rhythm stuttered. Her legs began to tremble again. Sevika could tell and feel how close she was. She griped her waist as she helped her move. Rue's nails digging into her shoulders while broken moans were leaving her mouth. Her head fell into Sevika's shoulder. She bit the skin there as she came. Sevika hissed in pain but kept going slowly.
She eventually stopped. They stayed like that for a while as she waited for Rue to get her breathing back to normal. Usually this would be where they stop.
But not tonight.
In one swift motion, Sevika flipped them, Rue on all fours now, Sevika kneeling behind her, strap sliding back in with a filthy, wet sound. Rue gasped. Her arms gave out.
“F-fuck, Sevika—”
Sevika grabbed her by the hair, forced her to stay up. “Say the word if you want me to stop.”
Rue’s mouth fell open, but no sound came. She slowly shook her head.
Sevika grinned.
“Didn’t think so.”
She started to fuck her then, not waisting any time. It was more intense now, hard and deep, panting against Rue’s back, fingers bruising her hips. Sevika started to slowly move on Rue's leg. Just looking for some relief. Rue's moans were downright pornographic now. Sevika kissed her hair as she kept the cruel pace. Yes she was being rough but she couldn’t stop herself from being nice to the woman she loved, sue her.
When Rue's legs started to tremble Sevika whispered to her ear. "Touch yourself baby." Rue let out a whimper at that as she started to touch her clit. And just like that she was down for. She was basically sobbing. "So pretty baby- Come on, come for me." She left out a broken scream as she felt the wind being knocked out of her. Her orgasm lasted for so long and Sevika kept going, riding the aftershocks.
And when Rue collapsed, no strength left, flushed and dazed, Sevika pulled out.
She straddled Rue’s leg again, grabbed it behind the knee, and pressed herself down. Letting out groans of pleasure.
Rue could only watch from the corner of her eye.
Eyes wide, lips parted, mascara streaked, ruined and radiant.
“Sevika—”
“Baby,” Sevika growled.
She moved faster, chasing her own now. Her muscles tight, her eyes locked on Rue’s wrecked body. Her orgasm hit sharp and violent, her hips stuttered, her hand gripping Rue’s thigh like a lifeline. She let out a deep, broken groan as she came.
When it ended, she dropped beside Rue with a heavy, exhausted sigh.
Silence fell.Only their breathing remained.
Rue reached out blindly, fingers tangling in Sevika’s hair. Sevika caught her wrist and kissed the palm.“I really was gonna love you tonight,” Sevika whispered, she was checking in without outwardly saying it.
Rue smiled lazily, pulling her closer.
“You did,” she murmured. “You just did it our way.” She pulled her into a slow kiss.