“You good?” Sevika asks, and Vi barks out a laugh.
“Oh yeah. Fucking peachy.” She says through grit teeth, then sucks in smoke harder than was necessary to avoid elaborating.
Sevika leans her shoulder against the wall beside Vi, looking down at her, expression unreadable. There was a bruise forming in the shape of Vi’s knuckles on her jaw. Lucky shot. The only real hit Vi had managed to get in.
“There’s some girls at Babette’s who can’t do penetration either,” Sevika offers, and Vi bristles.
***
Vi has some old wounds that never healed. Sevika likes to pick at them. They find a way to start healing them together.
***
I debated posting this here. Trigger warning for rape, panic attacks, ptsd, and violence.