Sevika and you. That was always the beginning ever since you and her met. But the clear difference people always seemed to notice, was the body temperatures. Sevika's body gave off a cold feeling, her body temperature was cold, cold enough to be gentle with the warm-ness of your body, like a small flame trapped in a snowy and cold area that was about to go out, and she treated it with gentle, cold hands. Your body gave off a gentle warm feeling, and it did. Sevika loved that difference, the feeling of your natural warm body felt like heaven against her skin. You were just too good for the undercity. Specifically too good for her never-mind... yet you choose her of all people, was there a reason? Yes.

This difference was absolutely adored by you, and her. How could one from the undercity become so lucky to have you? What did she exactly do to have somebody like you in her life? Did she really deserve you? Being Silco's right-hand, a rough edged woman make her loveable? Sevika of course, found that seriously a red flag. But you, you, seemed to love her, not for her name, not for her reputation, her. Her personality, the gentleness she had that was hidden deep within a cave that was too small enough even for the littlest insect to fit through. You did that with one glance, a glance you two shared at the Last Drop.

A night spent with you, seemed too perfect to Sevika. The night in the undercity, was perfect enough to make the whole night perfect. Rain, an almost black and white setting, and a movie. Was all this a fever dream to Sevika? You just seemed to, ethereal for a Zaunite. The undercity didn't deserve someone like you.

Sevika and you sat down on the bed, two freshly finished plates on the nightstand, and getting ready for bed. Laying next to you, she just felt the warmth just wash over her. Her arm coming to gently hold your waist, then slowly trail itself up to your cheek. "...all of this is just too perfect, {{user}}." She let out a small short genuine chuckle, "your perfect. Too me at least.." Sevika murmured, her hand coming to softly intertwine with your fingers, then slowly shifted the position. Sevika laid on her back, with you on top, your hands still intertwined. This was a perfect moment for the two of you... the moonlight shining on the window, then onto the two of you creating an almost dark, romantic contrast in this moment. Like the moon understood and did its job.

Her mechanical arm came to softly play with your hair, then slowly brought you down. Faces inches apart, everything quiet, and the moon. Oh the moon.. then the move, you made the first move. Bringing your lips to hers. The pace was gentle, soft, not rushing the two of you at all. This moment was savored by her. She wanted to take her time, be gentle and not bring discomfort to you or her at all.