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“You speak well, but emotionally.”
Sevika takes a long puff of her cigarette, tapping the ashes off of the end of it to give herself something to do other than turn around and rip out the speaker’s throat. The entirety of Piltover sprawls beneath her, looking down over it and Zaun alike.
These fucking pompous idiots refuse to accept the changing tide. They fought and died side by side against Noxus, as equals, but the comfort that the Topsiders have enjoyed while suppressing her people is something they’re not willing to give up so easily.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Medarda?” Sevika says, not looking behind her, “you saying I speak well for someone from the Lanes?”
“You know that’s not what I mean,” Mel says, and Sevika hears her heeled footsteps getting closer.
Sevika huffs, shaking her head, casually fantasizing about slamming some of her opposing councilmember’s heads through their desks.
In Zaun, she attempted diplomacy. She spoke to chem-barons, but her message of unity wasn’t supported by anything until she had something to beat them into submission with in the form of a rallying symbol. She thought, or hoped, that the Piltover Council would be more reasonable than those lowlife criminals.
Apparently, high-brow criminals work on the same level, and the long simmering fury deep within her makes her scowl.
“Emotional,” Sevika muses, “is that what you call someone who isn’t only interested in lining their own pockets?”
“They are predictable, at least,” Mel tells her, “you scare them because you are unpredictable.”
“Bullshit,” Sevika scowls, “I scare them because I’m not like the rest of you.”
“As long as you think that, they will believe it too.”
Sevika turns to look as Mel sits near her, leaning on the table as she is, but Mel is looking out the window. Sevika reluctantly looks away, finishing her cigarette far too quickly. She stubs it out on the table, enjoying the burn mark she leaves in front of someone else’s chair.
“I have this seat because Kiramman allowed it,” Sevika’s voice turns to a growl on the name of a woman she nearly killed, who she now owes, “I’m on the Council until someone else decides I shouldn’t be here.”
“I never took you for the self-pitying type,” Mel says and Sevika rounds on her, remembering herself right before she starts swinging, “you’re not a victim. You have an opportunity to change Piltover, to change Runeterra, and you’re sulking because an old woman gave you a dirty look.”
Sevika hates that she’s right. It’s unlike her to let the beliefs of others affect how she acts, how she sees herself. She has been kicked down her entire life, pushed into the dirt, spit on, and abused by the centuries long oppression of Piltover. It’s disturbingly easy for her to continue blaming that when she genuinely has a choice now, and can change the lives of an entire city’s worth of people.
“Then why don’t you back me?” Sevika asks, “you know what I want is for the best, but you don’t say a thing against the others.”
“I do support you, I dissent whenever they call for a vote,” Mel says.
“But you don’t say anything,” Sevika takes out another cigarette, “your opinion carries weight, Medarda, don’t pretend you’re helping me.”
“You are brash, and honest,” Mel tells her, “I work on the more…subtle side of things.”
Sevika scowls, feeling something in the air change as she turns to face Mel completely, raising an eyebrow.
“I work with the councilors to make your ideas sound like their own,” Mel says, “gentle suggestions, occasional offerings of their favorite things. I have known them far longer than you, and everyone has weaknesses and pleasures they’re willing to sacrifice some amount of dignity to obtain.”
“If you know so much, what’s my weakness,” Sevika asks.
Mel tilts her head and trails her eyes down Sevika, taking her time to look her in the eyes again.
“You have a couple,” Mel smiles, “the most interesting was your proclivities and interest in a certain… business. The owner called you a regular, I believe?’
Sevika chuckles at that, flesh hand resting on the table, fingers tapping in a soft drum.
“Hardly a weakness,” Sevika scoffs, “if you think that’d embarrass me as a form of blackmail, you really don’t know anything about me.”
“No, the brothel itself isn’t a weakness, many of the councilmembers pay for company,” Mel says, standing up from her reclined posture, “your weakness is… beauty.”
Sevika stays completely still, her fingers stop drumming, as Mel walks towards her. Their eyes never leave each other’s as Mel approaches her, a sway in her step, until Mel has to tilt her head up to look at her.
“Is that right?” Sevika asks, hand curling over the edge of the table to keep from reaching out.
Mel nods, confident tilt of her lips is beginning to piss Sevika off.
“Yes,” Mel says, her eyes drifting down to Sevika’s lips, “it is. Are you going to prove me wrong, Sevika?”
She’d love to. Her pride wars with another part of her nature, but when Mel (clearly intentionally) bites her lower lip, Sevika decides she has plenty of future opportunities to be proud.
Sevika’s hand comes up from the table, curling around the back of Mel’s neck to yank her in. Mel’s hands come up between them, resting on Sevika’s chest rather than pushing her away as Sevika dominates the kiss. Her height, her strength, and her audacity pushes her tongue between Mel’s unbelievably soft lips. Mel’s breath comes through her nose as a pleasured sigh, and Mel’s hands slide up Sevika’s chest to wrap around her shoulders.
Sevika turns them, pushing Mel up against the desk, pinning her in place as her metal hand anchors on the table next to her. Sevika wraps her hand around Mel’s back, hand completely spanning the distance between her shoulder blades, pinching around her waist as she pulls her roughly forward. With that single hand, she lifts Mel up onto the desk, and presses between her legs.
“Oh-“ Mel’s gasp is allowed simply because Sevika’s lips travel down her jaw as Sevika mouths heavily at her neck, “watch your marks-“
Sevika growls and bites down. Mel’s strangled gasp doesn’t dissuade her from doing it again, and again, especially as Mel’s nails dig into her shoulders and all but hold her down.
It has been a while. She has been too busy to have any kind of stress-relief, and now she has no patience to do what she, perhaps, should do. Sevika has to lean back to pull up the hem of her dress, the woman wears floor-length gowns, and she quickly shoves it up to her hips. Mel lifts herself, and Sevika leaves it tight around her waist before stepping between her legs.
Sevika’s fingers rub against lace panties, and Mel arches into her touch, arms tight around her shoulders as one single finger encompasses the entire width of the fabric between her legs. Sevika smirks when Mel’s breath hitches, feeling the woman still for a moment in a familiar mannerism that many of Sevika’s partners show when they realize exactly how big she really is, and as usual, Sevika doesn’t let them linger on it.
Sevika pushes her panties to the side and slides her middle finger against her cunt, the callouses of her finger grinding against Mel’s clit before slipping through her slick, easing her fingertip in.
Mel gasps and buries her head against Sevika’s shoulder, body shaking as her wet, velvet, pussy opens like a rose for Sevika.
“O-Oh-“ Mel’s voice weakens as Sevika’s palm rests against her cunt, palm grinding against her clit. Mel tilts her head back, and Sevika readily licks up the column of her throat.
“Your intel was shit, Medarda,” Sevika tells her, leaning down to bite at her ear, “I don’t pay for my company.”
Mel clenches down around her finger, and Sevika takes her time in dragging it out of her before pushing it all back in at once. Mel’s breath surges out of her with the push in, and her hand slides up the back of Sevika’s hair, nails scratching into her undercut as she clings to her. Sevika pushes her body forward, grabbing Mel’s thigh and holding her open as she begins to properly fuck her with just one finger.
Sevika’s lips demand Mel’s, forcing her to breathe desperately onto her tongue instead of the space between them. She’s pliant, lips parted as she lets Sevika kiss her however she wants, unable to stop her if she wanted. That’s proven when Sevika bites her lower lip hard enough to breathe, and Mel whines and tries to kiss her harder.
“Good girl,” Sevika growls against her lips, and Mel moans, even though she tugs her hair in a quiet warning.
Sevika chuckles as she pulls her finger almost all the way out.
“Deep breath,” is all the warning Sevika gives her before pushing in her ring finger alongside her middle.
“A-ah! Sevika-“ Mel gasps, body tightening at the large intrusion, but Sevika doesn’t relent. She takes her time, slowly pushing them deeper, even as Mel writhes.
“Wa-wait-“
“You can take it,” Sevika growls, nudging her head up to suck on a deeply purple bruise she has already left.
“It won’t fit-“
“I’ll make it fit.”
Sevika’s hand slides from Mel’s hip to her ass, yanking her forward as Sevika takes a step back. Mel cries out as Sevika’s two fingers bottom out, trembling as Sevika supports her on her waist, one hand on her ass, two fingers inside of her. Sevika mouths at her neck, feeling Mel shake as her nails likely pierce her skin with how tightly she’s holding onto her.
Sevika lets her take a shaky breath before she begins fucking Mel on her fingers.
It’s hardly an effort, all but using Mel as a fleshlight on her fingers she keeps still. Mel’s voice breaks in shocked hiccups, needy whines, as Sevika flexes her strength by bouncing Mel on her fingers.
“Not too much now, is it?” Sevika taunts her, and she feels Mel laugh weakly against her neck, shaking her head.
“Harder,” Mel gasps, “Sevika- harder-“
Sevika tilts her head to kiss Mel again, teeth more than lips, as she does as she’s told. Mel manages to help a little, rocking her hips, but it’s up to Sevika to set the pace, her palm slapping against Mel’s clit with every harsh rock down. Mel’s breath begins to pitch, her gasps getting higher and higher.
“A-ah- I- I’m-“
Mel’s voice shatters in a heady cry, head tilting back sharply, center of gravity shifting, but Sevika effortlessly adjusts to the change. Mel cums all over her palm, fluid soaking her fingers, her wrists, making the thrusting sound turn into an audible, wet, slapping. Her cum puddles on the floor, and Sevika doesn’t stop.
Mel’s fists come to push against her chest, trying to squirm away, and Sevika doesn’t let up.
“St-stop-“
“Not when you’re going to cum again for me, sweetheart,” Sevika’s voice is a dangerous growl as she lowers Mel to her trembling feet.
She pulls out her fingers and turns Mel around, pushing her over the desk. She keeps one hand on her back, holding her flush, before she kicks her legs back open, and her fingers go right back to where they belong. Mel’s voice breaks, knees caving together, and Sevika fucks her fingers down into her pussy, rubbing her deepest parts with no mercy.
Mel’s voice is a constant cry, a whining keel as she reaches across the table to grip the far edge.
“Ye-yes- yes-“ Mel chants, even as she kicks against the ground, trembling around her fingers.
“You’re so wet it’s almost pathetic,” Sevika goads her, “your weakness is the same as mine, Mel, you’re dripping cum all over the Council floor for it.”
Mel’s voice becomes a high whine, unbroken by her breath, as her entire body bucks against the table before she cums again, squirting harder than before, and the cry turns into a loud sob.
Sevika considers continuing, considers making her cry, but she slows instead. She has heard about Mel and her romantic proclivities. There’s no way that engineering nerd dicked her down good enough to take more than this right now.
Sevika carefully slides out her fingers, licking them as she pulls her panties back in place, then sliding down her dress back to the floor. She lets go of Mel’s back, and pulls her up by her hips to standing before turning her around. Mel melts against her front, hands on her shoulders. Sevika is impressed by the clarity in her eyes after all of that, and she even gets a soft smile.
“It would be mutually beneficial,” she says after clearing her throat, “if we were able to handle our vices in this manner instead of going externally and potentially having it used against us.”
Sevika gives her a long look before chuckling.
“Is that council-speak for you want my dick more often?”
Mel blushes and hits against her chest before pulling away.
“Yes,” Mel agrees, “if you insist on having a filthy mouth”
“You have no idea how filthy my mouth can be, Medarda.”