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There’s an incoming headache pounding in Sevika’s head, directly connected to the number of idiots surrounding her.

Biggest of them all, a redheaded buffon with a pig-like face, who has not stopped talking for ten minutes already. He claims that all of his raptors are extremely important. Sevika begs to differ, but she feels too exhausted to really stop him.

Her left arm is killing her, the stump throbbing like it sometimes does when she runs on very little sleep and too much stress for days. The muscles feel tense and it makes her want to punch something. She wasn’t able to take off her metal arm in a while, not once being in a place where she’d afford herself a moment of vulnerability.

Silco’s been running her around like a dog. She knows it’s for the best, a cause bigger than herself, and yet she can’t stop wishing that he could take into consideration that she was also only human herself. 

What a weakness, to have such thoughts as a second in command. Jinx should have put a bullet through her head before it spreads to others.

Jinx.

The pig guy is still speaking, despite the nervous glances of other people sitting at the table, staring between him and the deepening frown on Sevika’s face.

The woman couldn’t decide which was worse, to focus enough to actually hear what the man was talking about or to let her thoughts wander into the extremely annoying territory of concern for Jinx’s whereabouts.

Ever since Sevika could remember, the careless girl was running around the whole Undercity like it would kill her to stay in one place for more than a few hours. She moved like she was running from something, and to some degree, Sevika understood. Zaun was a city of people haunted by the past and its mistakes, whether they were their own or those made by others. 

But in all these years, Jinx always came back. 

She ran freely like the wind, popping up in places like an unexpected explosion of energy and destruction. She was away for a moment (a day, two, sometimes three), but she always came back. Just to annoy Sevika as she was trying to do her duty, to help Silco get an injection, to dance her excessive energy out in a club until there was no one but her on the dance floor, to work on the newest of her deadly inventions…

It’s been a week. 

A week and not one word of her, not one rumor about something blown up or some traitor found with more holes in their body than strictly necessary. It’s… unnerving.

Did she get in trouble?

Sevika almost scoffs out loud at the thought. The girl is trouble.

She’s not invincible, though, says that annoying voice in her head again and the woman just grits her teeth. 

Where the fuck did she leave her cigars? They’re not in the damn drawer, not in her pockets, and that fucking pig guy is still talking—

…Was it because of what happened last time? Is that why she left?

Sevika feels nauseous thinking that it could be her that caused Jinx’s disappearance.

It was a tiring night. She killed five enforcers on her own to get to that one traitor informer that sold off Silco’s intel. Then there was the whole process of interrogating the rat, disposing of the body, and coming back home…

…all that, only to find that Jinx splayed herself all over her favorite red couch, her metal junk scattered everywhere, leaving no place to even sit down and just fucking have a second to breathe…

“There you are!” The girl’s sing-song-like voice pushed itself in the red fog of anger and exhaustion wrapped around Sevika’s mind. She couldn’t see anything, blinded by the sudden fury so misplaced she wouldn’t be even able to begin explaining if it really had something to do with Jinx and her behavior or she was simply just fed up with life.

“You were gone for aaages. Silco forbade me from going to the Last Drop alone, could you believe this? Not that I’d listen, of course, but I went on to look for you just so I had an excuse to show right in his face but you were not there, well, kind of anywhere, and nooobody would fucking talk about where you had gone off to, and that got me curious, you know! It’s not often you’re this mysterious, you leave info for when you—”

There was a blessed silence falling all over the room all of a sudden, just Sevika’s heavy breathing interrupting it. 

It stretched to a minute before the woman managed to shake herself out of her adrenaline-driven state of mind enough to look around the room and gather her surroundings.

Jinx’s long braids, wrapped tightly around her arm, the girl’s head hauled up in an uncomfortable angle right at Sevika’s hip level. Big, bright blue eyes looking up at her, the cool metal of the gun pressing into the uncovered skin of her belly. 

Despite gaining some clarity, Sevika didn’t release her. Panting still, she held the eye contact, not sure what the fuck was she doing. The girl was crazy. An utter brat, ill-mannered and annoying, but she was the boss' daughter. She was untouchable, that is, if Sevika wanted to keep her other arm. No matter how insufferable the girl got, it was unfortunately not her place to reprimand her. If there was but a scratch on her pretty head…

Jinx’s eyes were so blue. She didn’t look startled, just surprised, intrigued. Sevika knew that if not for her tight hold, the girl would cock her head curiously, studying her expression.

Whatever she saw, Sevika did not know. The gun got lowered, however, and then it clattered on the floor uselessly. Sevika couldn’t even spare a glance at it, too caught up in the blue of Jinx’s eyes. A small sigh fell from the girl’s pink lips, and then finally, Sevika’s gaze dropped. Her intense stare on the shape of the other’s mouth was, however, a territory so dangerous that she almost recoiled, but in that moment, Jinx’s hand grabbed at her arm, holding it in place and not letting her move an inch. 

Sevika felt frozen, the sudden arousal mixed with dread at her own actions like a fist to her stomach. Jinx, however, let go of her arm, her nimble fingers reaching down.

Right to the zipper of Sevika’s pants.

Almost in slow motion, the woman watched her tug it down. Down, down, until it opened fully, showing the edge of Sevika’s black underwear and the dark hair above it. 

Jinx’s long nails hooked on the elastic band before stopping, and only then did Sevika notice that her hold on the girl’s hair got tighter and probably painful. She didn’t loosen it right away, though.

“Please.” Despite being almost a whisper, the word was loud like a gunshot in the quiet room. Sevika felt shaken to the core. The brat never asked, let alone begged for anything in her life. 

And yet she begged for Sevika.

The rest of the night was a blur. Jinx’s lips on her, as the woman held her tight and fucked her face, getting off the most on the muffled moans the girl made and the tears shimmering in the moonlight falling through the dimmed windows.

Then there was the way Jinx squeezed on her fingers, pressed face down into the couch, Sevika’s metal palm catching on her blue strands as her right hand pumped the girl full. And these little mewls again, barely audible so that Sevika had to lean in right behind the pale nape to hear them, mouth busy with marking up the skin in front of her. 

Blue tattoos and purple-red bites, that’s all that circled in her head for the past two weeks.

The silence that followed the almost scream that Jinx made as she came. 

And the way she was not there when Sevika came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth to help the girl get cleaned up.

She expected that. Jinx never stayed in one place for too long, she never let anyone but Silco see her vulnerable. To bare herself like that in front of Sevika…

It still stung, though. A weird, dull throb that the woman despised so much she thought about ripping her heart out of her chest with her metal arm. 

What a useless fucking feeling, disappointment.

And what the hell else did she expect? It was a moment of blowing off the steam for both of them, nothing more, nothing less. 

And yet.

Sevika saw the girl just a few times after that, Jinx always a blur leaving the room the moment she entered it. Never holding eye contact, never acknowledging her. And then she left. It’s been a week since she left and Sevika could not push out of her head the thought that it was all her damn fault. Breaking the fragile peace between them for a moment of pleasure…

Was it worth it?

She’s about to tip over the damn table and kill the fucking red-haired pig (that is still fucking talking) with her bare hands when unexpectedly, the heavy oak door to the room gets wrenched open.

Sevika half expects Silco to stand there, but at the same time, she immediately knows that he’s not the one for dramatic entrances like that (more of a dramatic exit type of guy). Of course it’s Jinx, smiling widely at the attention like the cat that got the cream.

“Howdy! Please, don’t let me distract you from any important reports.” She snickers, barely bothering to close the door after herself as she waltzes into the room, blue braids swaying with her every step.

Everybody’s speechless for about three seconds, before the pig-guy coughs.

“As I was saying…” he picks up and Sevika would straight up murder him if she wasn’t so distracted by the girl slowly carrying her steps towards the head of the table where the woman sits. 

Jinx hums a low tune, her fingers tapping at the back of the chairs she’s passing. There’s something wrong. Sevika knows this immediately from the few scrapes at the girl’s arms, from the dark circles under her eyes.  

When Jinx finally moves to pass her seat too, Sevika grabs at her elbow, stopping her in her tracks.

“Where were you?” She hisses, cursing the relief way too obvious in her tone. She’s getting soft with age, soft and weak.

Jinx doesn’t reply at first, doesn’t even turn to face her until a sharp pang of pain in her shoulder makes Sevika drop her arm. Barely a grimace twists her face but as she looks up again, Jinx is finally staring back at her. 

Sevika lets herself hold eye contact. Scan the girl’s face. Notice her slightly hollowed cheeks and a smear of dirt under her chin. 

The statistics recited by the pig guy become a mindless background noise.

Feeling suddenly very tired, Sevika turns back in her seat, breaking their staring contest. She doesn’t have time for this, energy for this. For feeling twenty again and wondering what’s going on in other people’s heads, for playing guessing games. If Jinx wanted to talk, she’d talk, if she wanted to come back, she’d come back, and if she wanted Sevika…

She hears soft steps around her and suddenly there’s her forgotten cigar nudging gently at the corner of her mouth. She looks up, surprised, and earnest blue eyes look down right back at her, Jinx’s short fringe tickling her forehead. Sevika slowly opens her lips and lets the girls place the butt between them. She lets her light the end as well, hyper aware of the eyes on them. 

It’s bad, how much she doesn’t actually care. 

Jinx slides around her seat with a cat-like grace until she places herself right across Sevika’s lap, comfortable as if that’s something they just do. What’s even worse is how the older woman’s hand moves to hold her tighter, just as naturally. 

Maybe she’d feel worse about it if she didn’t feel like she could finally breathe again for the first time in almost two weeks. 

People sitting closest to them flinch as Jinx pulls out a syringe, nails tapping the vial of Shimmer already prepared for a fix. Sevika doesn’t so much as blink as the girl leans over her left shoulder, gently moving the material of her clothes away to get a sliver of skin out.

Sevika releases a breath of relief as the shot is done, relaxing further into her chair. Jinx leaning in closer and hiding her face in Sevika’s neck gives her a pause but she’s quick to recover from that, fingers flying to the girl’s exposed stomach to pet it in slow, soothing motions.

It would be sweet, almost domestic, if not for the audience in front of them, eyes glued to their every move and breaths held, waiting for this, whatever that is they’re doing, to end in blood and gunshots. 

It suddenly annoys Sevika so much she could scream. Instead, she does the second most acceptable thing and decides to end the meeting early. Gods knows they all need that.

“Everybody, out.” She barks, and with great relief, the whole table gets up like one organism. 

Well, almost one.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t exactly done…” Sevika is almost, almost impressed by the boldness. Everybody else stills, expecting for hell to break loose, but then Jinx raises her head from the woman’s shoulder, her big eyes trapping the spluttering man in place like a pair of blades, her stare unblinking and unsettling. Sevika starts to smile slowly.

“You. You stay.” Jinx chirps, and doesn’t relax back into Sevika’s body until the last person leaves, leaving the two of them with the visibly shaken man. 

A moment of tense silence passes, Sevika’s fingers rub above the hem of Jinx’s pants.

“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” the man starts, and the new tremble in his voice is a pleasant change for once. Jinx doesn’t let him finish, whipping out a gun that she points right at the man’s sweaty head.

“If you stop talking for longer than two seconds, I’m painting the walls with your brain, piggy.” She sings-songs, leaning back into Sevika’s chest, legs falling apart, bracketing Sevika’s much wider thighs. 

She’s just barely covered by the edge of the table like that, facing the stuttering man, but Sevika knows an invitation when she sees one. Her fingers dip under the waistband.

“You ran.” She murmurs, nose nuzzled behind the soft skin of Jinx’s ear. She hates how both accusatory and hurt that sounds, so she slowly but surely wraps the girl’s long braids around her left arm, pulling her head back until she’s perfectly exposed for Sevika’s wandering teeth.

“Shouldn’t you, ah, be used to it by now?” Bratty response, but her voice is breathless, body melting against the woman. Tension is leaking from her muscles with every slow rub of the calloused pads of Sevika’s fingers against her clit.

It’s clear she missed it, even if she didn’t miss Sevika. What an annoying, useless thought. Unfortunately, it seems those are the only kind the woman has lately.

“Don’t talk back. You’re to report to me when you leave for longer, understood?” She puffs out a cloud of smoke, fingers pressing against Jinx’s entrance but stilling, waiting. The girl writhes uselessly, but they both know it’s pointless. She whines softly, almost swallowing down the pig-guy’s rambling. 

“Jeez, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, alright? I will tell you next ti— hhah.” She moans when two fingers slide inside her, the burn only eased out by her own wetness.

“No next times.” Sevika growls sternly, pulling at the braids some more. “No disappearing.”

“I can’t promise you that.” 

And isn’t it just tragic in its honesty, cruel in a way it’s groaned into the underside of Sevika’s tense jaw?

Of course she knows it. Trying to tame Jinx is a task as promising as taming the wind itself, the roaring current of the river, the unforgiving heat of the flames.

( Don’t leave. Don’t leave because it makes me weak. You make me weak. She doesn’t say that.)

There’s a ringing silence interrupted only by the squelching sounds of Sevika’s fingers disappearing into the girl’s core and it’s only then when she realizes the guy stopped talking, too choked up to continue, staring at them with terrified eyes and mouth slightly open.

Before Sevika has a chance to think about a way she’d like to gut the motherfucker, Jinx’s hand not currently gripping the seat's arm points a gun.

She pulls the trigger and Sevika’s fingers do not stop their pace as the blood splatters at the dark green walls. The body falls on the table with a sickening crunch.

Sevika pushes a third finger in the girl’s spasming cunt, wondering if she should scold her. It might get messy to explain it to Silco…

Jinx pushes her face more into the crook of Sevika’s neck, her sharp teeth nibbling at the skin there as she mewls that pretty “please” of hers the woman didn’t hear since that night.

And just like that night, everything else fades in the background as Sevika throws her cigar on the floor and hoists the girl up on the table, struggling to rip the pants off of her at the same time as eager hands with sharp nails dig into her shoulders.

She buries her face between Jinx’s thighs for hours, time slowing down and stretching like it always does when they get together like this. 

It’s all gasped pleas, wet fingers, no fake promises. It’s all here and now, for as long as they’ll have it, until it’ll all blow in their faces one day, inevitably.

One of Jinx’s braids soaks in the blood oozing on the table. Sevika is strangely pleased at the thought of helping her wash it off.