Sevika arcane

Nevermore

Hi everyone!! Thank you for the attention, winter break is coming up soon so I should be able to write out a few more chapters :)). Enjoy you hooligans!!

A few months had passed since the attack, I had healed up pretty well but there was a noticeable scar across the front of my throat, A little bit closer and I could've been dead. As I was healing, a common activity for me would just be sitting in on Silco's meetings. Sevika was always there, she had this grimace on her face, furrowed brows, half-lidded eyes with such a burning behind them, but her body language was so unguarded. Her legs spread out of the chair, leaned back as casual as could be. Ever so often I would see her pass me looks, but why couldn't I ever tell what they meant. Hatred or interest, agitation or enjoyment. The way her grayish eyes burned into my core felt so hungry, so angry.

I walked around the back room of the hideout, littered with chemistry equipment and different liquids and vials, reading my notes on the shimmer. I wasn't proud of helping Silco create this destroying drug, even Sevika was a victim of it because of her arm injury, but it saved her life so maybe it has some good. As I walk I don't even notice Sevikas presence at the door.

she watched with interest taking in every detail of your body and movement as you glided across the room, as you looked at your glassware and notes she found herself staring at your eyes. Watching them move across every line of the paper, and every curve of the glassware. Looking down at your hands fiddling with your pen, the slow movement of each finger, knuckle, even when you clicked your nails against the glass.

"Hey."

I jumped swiveling my head around, to look at her, her large silhouette taking up most of the doorway, she was holding up her arm against the frame, looking down at me into the room.

"Uhm, hey Sevika, is there something you needed?" I asked in a somewhat startled tone.

"My arm fucking hurts." She winces, pulling her cloak off of her left arm, showing her mechanical arm. "I need a dose of shimmer and you're the best person to do it." She says this unbelieving, almost with a grimace, like she wanted to roll her eyes.

"Yeah, sure, uhm come sit down?" I pat the chair next to me watching her expectantly.

She walks forward, heavy footsteps across the dilapidated floorboard. She settles down into the chair and spreads her legs as always. "Damn that's hot" I think to myself watching her muscular thighs for a moment as she settles in. She leans her head back and takes a long breath, pulling a cigarillo out of her pocket.

"You got a light?" She asks gruffly, her eyes seemingly devouring me down to bone.

I turn and rummage across the belongings of my desk finding my Bunsen burner lighter. I go to hand it to her but she shakes her head, holding it with her flesh arm, gesturing to her mechanical one slumped by her side.

"Right, sorry." I walk over beside her, crouching down to her height, my hand pushing my body weight down on the chairs arm rest. Flicking the lighter on and sticking the bright flame to the cigarillos end, letting her take a few puffs as she blows the extra smoke out of her nose.

"God damnit that's gonna drive me crazy during this", I hiss to myself in my mind, silently begging myself to focus. "May I?" I gesture towards her mechanical arm, needing to remove it to get to her skin. The whirring and buzzing, gear clicking arm resting under my light touch.

She looks at my hands, and smiles. "So small and dainty..yeah, just be careful." She spits.

I begin to work my way around the latches of her arm, only lightly touching her, trying to be as careful as possible, it was going well until a latch got stuck on one of my rings, causing her to yelp.

"F-fuck????" She growled, grabbing my wrist with her flesh hand, scowling at me, burning a hole into my stomach with her gaze. "Do that again and I kill you." She sighs leaning her head back again.

I finally slowly pull the arm out of its latch setting it on the table beside me, and behind Sevika. Finally reaching for the golf syringe full of purple, Alamo's sparkly liquid bubbling and oozing disgustingly.

"Okay Sevika I'm gonna do this quick and I'm really sorry if it hurts."

She huffs in acknowledgment, I stand holding the syringe up to her skin, with a quick prick I push the needle in and start to squeeze the trigger. Sevika jolts shutting her eyes and groaning. Shimmer is not a pain free escape, it feels like hot acid is being shot straight through your veins. And it never gets better no matter how many times you use it.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I know-" I spit out pushing on the trigger at the same antagonizing pace, I go any faster and she overdoses. Not even seconds later her flesh hand grabs onto my thigh, squeezing as hard as possible. She winces, taking the pain out as she squeezes me.

I let out a small groan, her nails digging into my skin, it felt..nice. "Shhh shh it's okay I know." I finish out the syringe, letting her come down from her high, slowly re-latching her mechanical arm on.

"Better?" I smile looking at her arm, inspecting it.

"A lot fucking better, shit. That fucking hurt though" she looked down and realized she hadn't let go of my thigh removing her hand. A little bit of blood seeping from her nail marks. I just look up and smile at her. "Too bad"

She lets a sinister smile paint her face, as she pats her lap.

Wait. What.???! Shit. Is she offering what I think she is?? I sit thinking obsessively when she grabs my wrist, her large hands almost doubling it, and she pulls me down onto her large lap. My head next to her shoulder with the flesh arm holding the curve of my back  and my legs by her mechanical one, bridal style.

"S-Sevika??" I gasp out, she just looks at me with a hungry look in her eyes, and a smirk. "I'm sorry you just look damn good when you work." She says eyes scanning every inch of your body. Obviously appreciating and eating up the sight.

"Mmh" she looks me dead in the eyes "I couldn't help it, you look damn good nervous, sweaty, and obviously thinking about my hands on you. She smirks a too all-knowing smile.

"N-no I-i I was just-" She interrupts me by slowly putting her mechanical arm up my leg and towards the bleeding bruised part of my upper thigh. Tracing circles into it with the painfully cold mass of cobalt and iron.

I let out a small whimper, shutting an eye.

"Yeah thought so. She smiles, fuck you're gonna be fun." She brought my leg up to her lips, holding it lightly, pressing her lips to the bloody spot, at first kissing it then licking at the spot, causing you to whimper again.

"A-ah fuck hey-" I look down at her, her eyes meeting mine from her position below. "Fuck." I think to myself

She slowly moves the mechanical hand up my thigh-

*KNOCK KNOCK*

"Shit!!!" I jump off of her, fixing my hair and clothes, trying desperately to wipe the fluster and hunger off my face. She gets up nonchalantly and opens the door walking out.

.........what the fuck.