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Infuriating - ch. 3 (end)

Links to part 1 and 2 in my masterlist. (tumblr hates links in posts, sorry)

nsfw, mdni please.

Pairing: Sevika x fem reader (as exes)

Summary: in the previous chapter, Sevika agreed to talk to you about why you two broke up. You're about to get all the answers you wanted and so much more.

Warnings: nsfw. Smut, mention of alcohol.

Word count: 2.5k

Notes: challenge to myself: write one fic without mentioning alcohol OR draw 25. Guess I’ll draw. This is the last part to a 3-part work! It’s nice to see it all finally come together. Please enjoy 💕

“One martini please.” you requested, your voice feeling unusually loud in the now empty bar. “And one whiskey.” you added before the barman walked away to fetch you your drink. It cost you a few coins, but the peace offering might help smooth things over. And you were going to need a drink of your own to calm your nerves. Because what you were about to try both terrified and excited you.

You looked over your shoulder while you waited for your drink. Sevika was still in her usual corner of the bar, playing cards with some random people. You had never really cared for card games in the past, but you still had fond memories of watching her play. She would keep you at her side or on her lap, for decoration, for company, to light her a smoke while her hands were occupied with other things. It made you feel desired, pretty. And so, so safe. Because everyone at that table knew they could never get to you, no matter how hard they might have tried.

Drinks in hand, you approached the table, the familiar scent of tobacco smoke intensifying as you neared Sevika and her companions. You stopped beside her, greeting her without saying a word, keeping your guard up. Yesterday she had told you she was ok with talking, but god only knew if she hadn’t changed her mind in the meantime. Right now, you were in an excellent position to be ridiculed and bullied instead. But to your relief, she kept quiet, just gesturing to a still empty chair across from her. By the looks of it, intentionally ignoring the other empty chair right beside her. Before sitting down, you quietly handed her the glass of whiskey. Her playing cards held firmly in her metal hand, she reached her other hand out for the glass. Her fingers brushed against your own as she took it from you, which left an almost electric tingling sensation on your skin. Intentional or not, the small touch felt like it meant something.

No pleasantries were exchanged. The other people at the table silently watched as you sat down, knowing better than to mock you in front of Sevika. You simply watched the people in front of you play. One game, two games. Fifteen minutes, half an hour. It bored you to death. It was hard to keep track of time, but you knew that if you left now you would waste your chance to finally get some answers. You weren’t gonna get Sevika back. You didn’t go there with the intent to get her back. Maybe you didn’t even want her back in the first place, or maybe you did. What you wanted was answers. Resolve to the questions you had been asking yourself for so long now. So you could finally move on with your life. Move on from her.

Suddenly, the people playing were ordered to leave. You had been paying so little attention you didn’t know if the game was actually over or if Sevika had simply decided that it was. Even the barman was ordered to leave, but not before she put in another order of whiskey. And one martini.

You didn’t really dare speak before the last person had left the room. Something about her demanding everyone left first made you feel like she wanted this to be completely private. Though everyone around you probably guessed one of two things were about to happen right now. So why hide, you thought.

“I remember you saying you weren’t buying me drinks yesterday.” you said while swirling the liquid in the glass, not yet looking up at her.

“You bought me one. I bought you one. Now we’re even.” she said as she took a sip of her own drink.

“That’s nice.”

“It’s not. Just don’t want to be in your debt is all.”

Well then. Not the best start to this conversation. But at least you two weren’t fighting yet.

You remained quiet for a moment, unsure of what to say next. You had rehearsed it in your head a little, but now that the moment was there it was hard to adhere to any kind of script.

“You said had questions. Ask them.” she spoke, getting down to the point right away.

“I do. I’m just not sure where to start.” you looked up at her, meeting her eyes for a second before you looked back down.

“I’ll start then.” she said as she put her glass down, resting back in her chair and crossing her arms. “Why the questions? Just curious or trying to get back with me?”

“Bold of you to assume I want you back.”

“Well, please do forgive me for thinking so.” she replied in an infuriatingly sarcastic manner. “We hook up once and suddenly you want to talk?”

“Why do I want to ask questions? Because what happened between us mentally screwed me up and some answers would be nice?” you snapped, trying to stay calm despite feeling yourself becoming upset.

“Alright.” she replied, failing to properly respond to what you had just told her. “Your turn.”

“Why are you like this towards me?”

The question was impulsive, perhaps not the best one to start with. But it came from a place of hurt, a place that desperately longed for some resolve, for any kind of healing.

“To make sure you stay away from me.”

“That doesn’t explain why you keep finding me in crowds just to bully me.”

“Maybe not. That’s my answer for you, though.”

There was a short pause as you both contemplated your next move. You knew you needed to keep trying. But this whole situation felt bad. It felt bad in so many ways. A failed relationship, feelings for each other rotted away until there was seemingly nothing left but wasted potential.

“Why didn’t we work?” you asked, breaking the silence. A loaded question, but saying it out loud made you feel a little better. A small burden off your shoulders, whether you got the answers you were hoping for or not.

You saw her recoil ever so slightly at the question, so subtly that you were sure no one but you would have ever noticed it.

“Why couldn’t we be together?” you added, your anger from before making way for sadness to creep in.

Sevika hesitated, looking up at you with intense eyes that seemed to want to say a thousand words, all of which would have been the wrong ones. After a few seconds, she finally spoke up.

“Because we couldn’t handle each other.”

“What does that mean?” you immediately said, not quite processing what she was really saying.

“Alright.” she said, sounding frustrated as she leaned forwards again, resting her elbows on her knees. “I’ll try to explain this once to you.”

She took another swig of her drink, the glass now empty and no bartender around to refill it.

“First we were casual. I liked that. I was used to casual. Then it went a little further. I kept finding you in my bed in the morning time and time again and I ended up liking that. Then you wanted to be official and I said yes because I liked having you around.”

She paused, seeming unsure if she wanted to go on or not.

“Continue. Please.” you practically begged.

“I’m not sure I was ready for it back then.” she thankfully added. “You got.. clingy. You wanted things I didn’t know how to give to you. I didn’t know how to handle that and you didn’t know how to handle me not being able to give you those things. So we clashed. We fought, we broke up. End of story.”

“And you couldn’t have told me this sooner.. why?” you said as you let out a shaky breath, trying desperately to keep yourself from getting too emotional.

“You never asked.” she stated. She reached out for her glass again, which sadly remained empty. “Besides. Do you think you would have listened? Or accepted what I just said without arguing about it?”

You looked down at your feet in shame. She was right. In your mind, it was easier to process what had happened between you by painting Sevika in a bad light, all the while refusing to acknowledge your own mistakes in the relationship.

“You would always.. always argue, nag, whine, about everything.” she added to your train of thought. “Sevika, don’t do this. Don’t say that. It felt like I was always doing something wrong in your eyes.”

You could feel tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted to speak, but you couldn’t find the words.

“But I have to admit.” she continued, her tone suddenly a bit softer than before. “Sometimes I do miss you scolding me for not doing the laundry for the thousandth time in a week.”

You looked up at her, meeting the beautiful gray eyes you had once been so familiar with.

“I keep forgetting, still.”

“You’d yell at me every time I forgot to lock the windows.” you smiled through your sadness. “Or when I kept bugging you at work.”

“Discussions about how to spend our weekends..” she chimed in.

“Oh god. Not the weekends.”

You both chuckled quietly at your shared memories of all the petty things you had fought over during your time together. The silence that followed didn’t feel so oppressive anymore, unlike before.

“We weren’t ready for each other.” you stated.

“We weren’t.” she agreed.

“I’m.. sorry.”

Sevika seemed to let your words sink in for a moment before replying.

“I’m sorry too.”

Another silence.

So what happens now?

“I’ll be the first to say it.” you spoke up, inhaling sharply. “Because I know you would never say it first. I miss what we used to have.”

Sevika didn’t say anything, just looked at you expectantly.

“Do you.. do you want to try again?”

“There are things we would need to discuss.” she said as she continued to hold eye contact with you. “Lay down some ground rules. Set expectations.”

“How very mature of you.” you teased.

“Don’t make me change my mind.” she tried to sound stern, but her voice revealed some amusement.

You took one deep breath and stood up from your seat across from Sevika at the table, slowly making your way over to where she was sitting until you were right in front of her. Gently as to not set her off, you reached out to hold her face between your hands.

The second your skin made contact with hers, you knew that you had made the right decision. You let your thumb run over the deep blue scars on her cheek, the scars you had always loved to absentmindedly trace with your fingers as you were lying together in bed in peaceful silence. To your relief, you watched as she quietly relaxed into your touch. You flinched a little when you felt both of her hands on your hips, as if you were expecting her to be rough, but she wasn’t. Not tonight.

“Is that a yes?” you whispered.

Sevika’s answer was to pull you down onto her lap. You let out a little surprised yelp from the sudden manhandling. Before continuing, she first gauged your reaction, seeing if you were into it or not.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” you giggled before Sevika crashed her lips into yours, kissing you with a passion you hadn’t felt in ages. Her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you could feel her pressing you closer and closer against her body. Her tongue quickly made its way into your mouth and you could feel yourself almost getting dizzy from the overwhelming sensation of her. One of her hands made its way from your back to the front of your pants, impatiently undoing the zipper and buttons in her way.

“Like last time.” she said, already breathing heavily from the excitement, looking down to undo the last button. “I’ll be a bit nicer about it now.”

“I don’t mind it when you get a little- ah!”

You cut yourself off as you felt her hand slide into your underwear, skipping most of the teasing and getting straight to the point. Like the last time, she instantly found the one spot where you loved being touched the most.

As you rolled your hips forward into her hand, you let her decide the pace and guide you along. Quiet whimpers escaped you as she continued to let you ride her hand, sliding one finger into you at first.

“Make a little noise for me baby, would you?” she said, guiding your hips with her free hand on your lower back. You quickly gave heed to her request, not bothering to keep your quiet whimpers and moans to yourself anymore. As if you were receiving a reward, you felt a second thick finger enter you, much to your delight.

Her fingers moved like they had before, the last time you were together, during that fateful encounter in the side room of that one random bar. She still knew what you liked and what you didn’t like. And especially what drove you wild. You couldn’t help but think how glad you were that the bar was empty right now, though now you were making so much noise you were sure any attentive passerby could hear you.

You clung even tighter onto her shoulders as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. The familiar tug on Sevika’s body told her all she needed to know. Through little hums and praises, keeping the rhythm going, she moved her free hand up to the back of your neck, burying her face in the crook of your neck. She pressed a few kisses onto your sensitive skin, almost overstimulating you to the point where you felt yourself nearly seeing stars.

“I missed you.” she breathed heavily into your neck. Those few words were all it took to push you over the edge, Sevika held you tightly, pressing kisses to your neck as she let you ride it out for as long as you needed to.

You let your forehead rest on her shoulder as she continued to hold you tightly, gently running her hand up and down your back. She couldn’t see it, but laying on her shoulder, you were smiling.

“You really were a lot nicer about it this time.” you sighed, nuzzling into her neck.

“I can still be mean if you want me to.”

You couldn’t see her face, but you could tell she was smiling as well.

“I think I prefer this.” you said quietly, thoroughly enjoying her warmth and her embrace. Your thoughts slowly came back to you

How had you done it all this time?

How had you managed to live without this? Without her warmth, without her touch, her scent, her taste? Without that annoyingly cocky attitude, her constant grumpy demeanor, her incomprehensible love for those mind-numbingly boring card games? Now that she was here, right in front of you, connected like only you two could be, you could not fathom it. How you had managed to let her go. And how thankful you were to finally have her back.

“I missed you too.” was all you could say.

Notes: I hope this is a happy ending that feels satisfying to read! It sure felt nice to be finally able to wrap up this little story. Also I had a really stressful day and I’m so happy I can end it on a positive note

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