16 Last Night 🌶️🌶️🌶️

We spend a lot of time planning our attack on the rebel group. The silence of the room is thick, only broken by the soft hum of the ship's engines vibrating through the walls. We're alone, hidden in the privacy of my quarters aboard the Noxian ship, the same ship that has carried us through so many tense situations. Now, it's the place where Sevika and I huddle, strategizing, not just for our survival, but for the survival of everything we've fought for.

I glance over the table, where plans and maps are scattered. Sevika has already poured over them a dozen times, her sharp eyes catching every detail, every possible angle of attack. I try not to think too hard about the gravity of it all. If this plan doesn't work, we're finished. And if it does... well, it's hard to imagine what victory would even look like when so much is at stake.

"What if they get to us first?" I ask, my fingers tracing the edge of a map as I look at Sevika. "What if we can't stop them before they launch the attack on Piltover?"

Sevika leans back in her chair, tapping the edge of her knife against the table. She's always calm, always in control, but I can see the tension in her posture, feel the undercurrent of urgency beneath her calculated demeanor. She takes her time before answering.

"We won't let them get to us," she says, her voice firm, low, a promise. "We'll strike first. We'll hit them hard enough that they'll never see it coming. By the time they even realize what's happening, we'll already be in control."

I nod, my mind still working through the "what ifs." "But what if someone slips through? What if we miss something, someone?"

"Then we adapt," she replies simply. "We always do."

I watch her, impressed by the unwavering confidence in her voice. She's the kind of person who thrives in the chaos, who can always find a way out when everything around her is falling apart. I envy that, a little. It's easy for me to get lost in the doubt, in the uncertainty of everything. But Sevika... she makes things seem possible.

"What about backup?" I ask, pushing aside my personal thoughts for the moment. "Do we have enough people to handle this?"

She pauses, considering the question. "We'll get the rebels rallied. It's not a question of numbers—it's about timing. If we hit them before they even know what's happening, we can take them down. Quick and clean."

I bite my lip, eyes scanning the plans once again. We need to be swift. We need to move like shadows, silent and unnoticed, until we strike. It's the only chance we have.

"What if they counterattack? What if they have more people than we expect?" I press, trying to keep my mind from wandering too far into the dangerous possibilities.

"We adapt," Sevika says again, her lips curling into a half-smile. "The only thing we can't do is freeze. As long as we keep moving, we'll find a way to win."

Her words settle over me like a blanket, warm but heavy. I want to believe in her, in this plan, in the idea that we can pull this off and change the course of everything. But there's always a lingering doubt, a gnawing voice at the back of my mind telling me that it's not going to be that easy. It never is.

"You're too damn good at this," I mutter, pushing a hand through my hair in frustration. "You always have an answer for everything."

Sevika shrugs, the playful glint in her eyes never fading. "It's my job. I'm a figther. I don't have the luxury of uncertainty."

I watch her closely, noticing how her posture shifts when she says that. There's something about her that draws me in, something that's always felt just a little bit too intense, too magnetic. It's like she carries the weight of a thousand battles in the way she moves, in the way she looks at the world. But there's a fire in her, a spark that makes me want to see it burn brighter.

I can't help but let my gaze linger on her, the way she leans in just a little bit closer, the faintest hint of a smile curling at the corners of her lips. I try to focus, to stay on the task at hand, but it's hard when every part of me is pulled in her direction.

"So, what if our plan fails?" I ask, trying to deflect the growing tension in the room, trying to make sense of the storm brewing between us. "What happens then?"

She's quiet for a moment, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the table. "Then I follow you to Noxus," she says finally, her voice surprisingly calm. "If it all falls apart, I'll be your bodyguard. You won't be alone in this."

I glance at her, surprised by the seriousness of her words. "You'd go with me? To Noxus?"

"Why not?" she says with a shrug. "I think I'd fit right in."

I laugh softly, but there's a knot in my stomach. "You? Fit in with Noxians? They'd eat you alive."

Sevika smirks, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Maybe. But I think I'd have a good time showing them exactly how strong I am."

I roll my eyes, half-smiling despite myself. "Yeah, and they'd probably see you as a pitiful excuse for a warrior compared to the rest of them."

Her smirk widens, and she leans in closer, her face just inches from mine. "Pitiful how?" she murmurs, her breath hot against my skin.

I swallow, my pulse picking up. "You know, they'd expect a certain level of skill."

"Perhaps I need to prove how Noxians I can be to you, Miss Medarda."

"How will you proof to me you are worthy?"

"Let me show you."

Before I can say a word, she cuts me off with a kiss. It's sudden, urgent, and it leaves me breathless, my body reacting before my mind can catch up. Her lips are soft but insistent, and I melt into her touch, my arms instinctively wrapping around her neck. She deepens the kiss, her hand sliding up to my cheek as she pulls me closer, my body pressing against hers, the heat between us almost unbearable.

I feel a rush of desire surge through me, and without thinking, I climb onto her lap, straddling her as the kiss intensifies. I can taste the determination on her lips, the hunger for something more that mirrors my own. My heart is pounding in my chest, and everything else—the plans, the rebellion, the looming danger—fades away. It's just the two of us, caught in this moment, the world outside forgotten.

Sevika's  big hands grab my hips and pull me up to sit on her bare abs. 

I chuckle, looking down at her dark eyes, fingers already inching up and under the fabric of your my dress. 

"Unbutton my pants baby" she groans, squeezing the plush flesh on my hips. 

I grin, getting off her torso and grabbing her belt buckle. She smirks  at me, mechanical hand rubbing up and down my back.  The cool metal stroking the back of my head and pushing me closer to the strained fabric of her underwear.  I kneel in between her thick thighs, and take it all, and by the look on Sevikas face, she knows. 

With my pursed lips, I slowly press my lips on her warmth.

"Oh...fuck," Sevika moans. Her hands go into my hair and pull my up my head, only to push it back down to her wetness.

I whimper and bob my head, spit dribbling down your chin as I give her the best  head of her life. I lick faster, and her grinds, fucking my face until she releases.

Sevika pulls me up on her chest to let me  breath. "Oh isn't that just the prettiest sight" she smirks. My eyes are dazed, almost shut, my jaw slack and spit messily spread from my lips and my chin. I let out panting breathes as I wrap my hand around her neck.

Sevika chuckles and pulls my hair so I look up at her. "Your turn," she looks up at me,  licking her lips. 

I hook my  thumbs under the waistband and pull them off, tossing them somewhere in the room. Sevika hold the bottom of my ass and lifts me up to her dark moist lips. 

"All mine," Sevika hums, before taking a face full of my wetness.

I moan, feeling her tongue deepening into me. "Sevika," I whine, holding onto her hand as she pushes me further. 

She circles her tongue around my numb spot, up and down again and again, pleasure shocking through me. she tries a different angle in her next thrust  of her tongue and I gasp out, squeezing her shoulders hard. I let out a loud moan and tears fill my eyes at the overwhelming pleasure of her tongue writing all sorts of scriptures on my wetness. I begin  to grind on her face, pressing down on her to the point I think I might suffocate  her. But Sevika doesn't budge, she keeps doing faster, that makes me go crazy. 

"I'm gonna---" I hiss, stuttering my hips,  but Sevika just grips my hips tighter and fucks me harder. 

My thighs begin to shake and Sevika begin to slow down, and the last flick of her tongue, makes me come undone. I feel my pearlescent white running down my inner thighs. I mutter whiny curses as she settles me down on her chest. 

"Ah," she smiles proudly. She holds my aw gently and wipes spit from my lip. "You feeling okay, sunshine?" she smirks, I nod dumbly.

Sevika holds me close to her chest, rubbing my bare back.