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It doesn’t happen like this often. Despite what might be assumed about her. A lot of the time her cool head and general ability to pull back from what situations she’s in means that she doesn’t need to resort to this. Able to grit her teeth into your skin when she’s grabbing at you and have that carry her through.
It’s time consuming. You don’t always have that.
But when you do- when the opportunity presents itself, and her frustrations have been growing, it ends up exactly as you are. With your heartbeat in your ears and your feet thumping along the ground while you try to find an escape route.
She let you out near the mines. There’s not likely to be another soul for miles- which means miles and miles to stretch out.
She hasn’t tied your hands, hasn’t stripped you, hasn’t told you where to go, but-
Five minutes.
That’s all. And you don’t know where she is. She’s almost always behind you, but she told you when to start running- and that means you don’t know where she is.
Even as you are, puffing and heaving yourself forward, you wonder if there’s a significance to that. There probably is. It’s probably something you haven’t quite understood. Something that she wants to see you do.
You slow to a jog, and somehow the dirt gives way to grass. You stop completely. You don’t remember seeing this on the way in – but sure enough, somehow there’s a small amount of light slanting through actual trees to your left.
You don’t think you’re getting much of a better go than that.
You’re more used to city streets, of being able to duck and weave between people. Left without that the hair on the back of your neck is already standing up, and you look up as you pass under the tree line. Feeling like a child for the way you’re half expecting eyeballs to peer back down at you, glowing in the night.
Though with the memory of the shimmer addicts getting their fix-
Maybe that’s less of a nightmare scenario than it used to be. More realistic than anyone would like.
You shake your head, level your gaze down where you are and stay there.
Mostly.
You know from experience one of the problems is that people rarely look up. With that arm of hers you’re certain she could dig it into the bark of a tree and just hang there and wait.
You slow again to just walking. Trying to stop the panting of your breath so that you can strain your ears.
A shiver of – not quite wind washes over your skin. It might be anticipation. It might be something else entirely.
You check your six, head craning over your shoulder- expecting nothing, still, it’s so early on-
There’s movement.
You go to turn to look at it properly but you trip on something and suddenly you’re scrambling away in the dirt.
“Oh my god- I’m so sorry-“ You say too fast and out of breath when she reveals herself from the trees.
“Do you have any idea about the day I’ve had.” She sighs, her steel eyes tilting with the rest of her head as she levels her gaze onto you. It’s enough to make you freeze.
“Yes, yes, of course I do-“
“Then you should know not to disappoint me. And here you are.” She interrupts. Raspy low voice carrying by itself. She rarely raises it.
You swallow like that will help anything. She doesn’t even bother tracking the movement. Though her nostrils flare.
“I didn’t- I didn’t realize. That you meant to- be here.”
“It sounds like you don’t realize anything at all.” She huffs, and your chest tightens from the way it hits home.
You truly do only want to be good. Especially when it’s this. Especially when she’s in such a mood that she’s still settled into making fun and poking at you and you haven’t done anything yet.
You’re at a loss for what to do.
There can’t be a chase if you’re found. You hadn’t even gotten a good hiding place yet.
You almost open your mouth to call your safeword, or to start again-
But you stop yourself. She’s always telling you to stop being rash. And though you know she’d listen, of course she would-
You want to deal with the hand that you’ve been dealt. It’s only fair. It’s what she does.
She’s waiting for you to do something, you realize. You’ve stopped together for too long for it to be anything else.
You get up. And she laughs- that bruising chuckle and the shake of her head that she usually only reserves for the dumbest of the dumb.
You’ve never heard it directed at you before.
But you think that if you play your cards right, there’s a way to salvage this. For the both of you.
You’ve never had to think about your height difference like this before. As a calculation. Not the way you are now, tossing up whether to try and fight.
It still makes you dizzy. Her hand almost larger than your face; her frame so much more solid than your own. You know from experience that she can shield you fully from sight.
There’s no way.
“What do you think you’re playing at.” She asks.
“I don’t know if I’m sure myself.” You laugh, walking towards her.
She’s not happy about this. Her eyes tighten – but you think that she thinks you’re doing what it was that you thought of originally.
Your eyes flicker up to the trees and you frown and step back like you’ve seen something and she grunts but checks up herself. Unable to stop her instincts – she might want to chase you but she doesn’t want you hurt. Wants to protect you from genuine threats.
You dart to the right and hear her curse behind you- the thud of her boots louder than your feet as she gives chase.
The sweat on your temples feels cool with the air, but it doesn’t do anything to make you feel less heated- not as you don’t know where you’re going, or what you’re doing, or your goal. All you’re managing to do is dodge trees, and you know with her longer stride it’s only a matter of time until she catches up.
You drop down and she isn’t expecting it, her boot hitting you on your back and leaving you breathless as she falls into a heap on the ground. Some of her hair shaking loose, a strand in her eye as she darts her face back over to you, half wild and gritted teeth in the way you wanted her to be. In the way she feels she needs to.
You dart back up quicker than she can and this time you do manage to lose her through the trees.
You’re carefully timing your steps and your breath, not quite sprinting but faster than jogging as you get back past the tree lines and try to go back the way you came-
You cry out as she tackles you, and you try to put up some kind of fight but you barely know where your limbs are and all of a sudden she’s using her bodyweight to keep you pinned to the ground and your cheek is smushed into the dirt.
You let out a sound and it shouldn’t be like it is, but she laughs again.
You aren’t getting out of this.
That was nothing.
“Oh, baby, it’s so sweet that you tried.” She croons, and you let out a questioning noise, even as you sag into the dirt. The way a gazelle does when felled by a lion.
You let out something close to a laugh and she responds by dipping her head and smelling your hair, her nose grazing your ear and giving you
goosebumps.
“It is,” she continues, voice low and surprisingly affected, “I always wondered whether it would be too easy if you didn’t have a head start. It’s so nice to know it is. Don’t you think?”
“M-maybe a little.” You whisper into the dirt, understanding what it is she’s getting at.
You never have a chance. You never even have a chance anyway, but this-
Your eyes go lidded over, you’re sure they do, as your lower stomach lights up, arousal shooting up your spine.
She could take you whenever she’d like. You’re less than no match. You already knew it, you did, but this? The fact that the both of you know it would never end any other way? It’s almost too much. You think you shiver with it.
Her hand slides the both of yours further up, and she readjusts herself so she’s properly bearing into you, her foot hooking into the back of your knee and rolling you over so your stomach is flat in the dirt and not caught like before.
“Any more tricks?” She sighs against you, the cold of her other hand pushing your shirt up making you squeak and flinch, no matter how familiar the sensation is.
You shake your head, the dirt biting into your cheek. No. You’re fresh out.
“That’s my girl. Always know when to admit defeat, don’t you.” She says, reveling in your whine.
There’s a split second where you don’t know what it is she’s going to do- there doesn’t seem like there even is much.
But then her hips shift so she’s over one of your thighs more than the other, her knees forcing your legs apart, and you’re so distracted by that you flinch up and away the way she knew you would, and suddenly her metal hand has your shirt pulled up past your chest, and she laughs at the way you gasp from the cold on your nipple.
“Does that feel good?” She asks, her forehead knocking into the back of your head and her hips twitching.
No. Wait. The movement is too fluid for that-
Oh, God. She’s just humping onto your thigh.
“Sevi- what-“ You try and stammer, but the hold on your wrists tightens and you gasp again and stop talking. The heat of your cheeks blazing almost as high as your embarrassment.
“I asked you a question. Don’t make me repeat it.”
“Um- I- oh-“ You dissolve a bit, her metal hand slowly warming up as it kneads at your breast. You don’t have to try to look at her to know she’s reaching her head up and around so she can see it.
Fuck. She can probably see your face too.
You whine, your eyes opening – when did you close them – and looking up as best you can to see exactly what you thought you would. The way her grey eyes are darting down and across your face.
“Are you so far gone already that you can’t talk? Baby, all I’m doing is giving you a little grope.” She laughs, readjusting and pulling herself up. Your wrists almost ache for how much weight she’s putting on them-
“Are you going to be good now.” She says as though it’s an offhand thought.
You nod- and she moves her grip from your wrists to pushing you down by the shoulder, the change in position meaning she’s just straddled one of your thighs-
She grinds down and you know it’s different, you know it’s good, because she grunts and huffs her breath and does it again the way she does when you’re doing well eating her out.
“All caught and pliant. You wouldn’t last a second.” She says through gritted teeth.
You think you manage to say something but it’s muffled. Whatever it is she groans and bears down and you think you did something good.
“P-ants. Your pants.”
“Pants? Use full sentences. Do you know what that means? It means speak.”
“Take off your- pants- please. Please.”
“Next you’re going to ask for me to ruck up that slutty little skirt. Admit it, all you want is to feel me on your thigh.”
“Wanna be- nice for you- please. Please.”
“Say you’re a slut.”
“I’m a slut that wants to be nice to you!” You say immediately, half laughing, and she laughs the way that she does, and you almost manage to regain some semblance of awareness- the spell broken for the split second that she noses your ear and kisses your neck. You sigh and press up into her, feeling less like you’re prey, and she rewards you by licking at your skin before she opens her jaw and bites down. Maybe to compensate, but maybe- maybe. Just because she wants to. With the way she grinds her teeth it’s probably just that.
You let some sort of sound that’s almost as animalistic as you instantly feel, and the promise to be good and still seems long gone as you writhe and try to get your hands under yourself to buck her off. She keeps you where you are easily, her metal hand tightening on your breast until it hurts, her body weight and strength keeping you from unseating her-
When she groans and closes her eyes and scrunches her brows together from how good the friction is you can feel the vibrations making their way through your skin. Her tongue lathes over what she has trapped in her maw as though it was your clit and it makes you feel even more wild than you already did- you can feel your heartbeat making its way thumping past her teeth.
You wonder if she can.
She tightens her grip so it throbs even more, and you push your ass up into her further just the way she wanted. She lets go and that throbs too.
“Feel so good beneath me.” She breathes, pulling up and away again to chase her pleasure.
You whine and shift and keep yourself in a position that’s best for her, ignoring your own want to be good to her. The way you’re aching.
She puffs out a breath, and it’s followed by a moan- it’s difficult for you to tell just how close she is, just how riled up she’s been. How she can feel the cold from how soaked she’s gotten.
“Can’t even pretend. Can’t put up a fight. Not to me. But you love that, don’t you.” She gets out, looking down at the way you’re trying to stop yourself from writhing.
Fuck.
You nod, as best as you can, loving the way she bears down in response. She groans again, longer and lower and softer and you know she’s close, squirming to try and get her to hold you still, hold you closer while she cums-
Her hand moves from your shoulder to the back of your neck and you let out an embarrassing moan from just that and even though she wants to laugh again you twitch up and into her so perfectly it sends her over the edge and suddenly it’s all she can do to scrunch her eyes and grit her teeth while she rides it out.
She slows, and then stills, still panting above you. Still all that lovely hard earned muscle keeping you down where you are. She rearranges herself slightly, rutting up against you properly with her hips for the first time and it’s worth the way she has to suck her breath through her teeth to hear the way you whine.
She waits exactly as she is until her breathing is fixed, until she can fully appreciate the way you’ve flushed and how your eyes are lovely and closed. She knows if they were open they’d be glassy.
“Did you like that I defiled you, then? You look like you did.” She says, and you’re caught somewhere between a giggle and a gasp even as you nod your head again, trying and failing to blink your eyes open and focused. Too far gone to try and deny it. Maybe you needed this more than you thought, too.
“My poor baby,” she teases, finally shifting most of her weight off of you even as she keeps you pinned.
She thinks for a second, an eyebrow raising that you can’t see and a small smirk dashing across her face, and in one fluid motion she pulls herself off of you at the same time as pulling you up to your knees, her metal hand coming up and pressing down into your shoulder blades to keep you there.
You gasp and twitch back, not expecting her other hand to brush against your cunt-
“Let me.” She says, not quite demanding, even if it’s certainly a command.
You still yourself and when she comes back you don’t flinch again, even as your tummy clenches. She gently traces her way around your underwear, and you only realize there’s a wet patch that she can surely see as she ducks her fingers underneath.
“I- Sev-“ you gasp, though she doesn’t stop, not at all. Just gently feeling your clit; not quite rubbing circles but certainly not ignoring it. Just enough to tease the way you claim to hate.
“What? Don’t you like it?” She laughs.
You groan and push back into her a little too much and she responds by pulling away. You let out a string of garbled sounds that she somehow manages to make out for the pleads they’re trying to be.
She pulls her hand around in front of your face and you don’t even notice.
“Clean me off.”
You make a soft noise and open your eyes to see her hand, and you dutifully lick at her fingers even if you don’t like your own taste nearly as much as hers.
“Sorry I didn’t put up a good chase.” You say softly when she pulls back.
“That’s okay, baby. It’s nice to know what it is you need to have a chance.” She says, letting herself smile just a bit too meanly before she picks you up.
She doesn’t know why you always gasp and cling to her like you don’t expect it, but she’s not going to tell you not to.
“We’ll get home, and I’m showering you.” She says, softer and close to your ear.
You kiss her cheek in response and settle in for the walk back. Something kicks in her chest at it that she’s not sure she likes but she doesn’t think she cares. She’s ignored it every other time it’s happened, and she won’t stop now.
She starts walking.