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Rio Vidal hated the airport. 

Well, hate is a strong word. 

She really fucking hated the airport.

So why had she become a TSA agent? She'd been asking herself that question for 3 years.

She could lie, say it was because of debt, a sick parent, job security, looking hot in the uniform. But all of that would be putting far more meaning into it than it deserved. 

It was simple, really. Rio applied for a job. She got the job. She kept forgetting to leave said job.

Because everytime she was at the end of her fucking rope, Agatha Harkness would show up. Or as Rio had referred to her: The Witch.

She was nicknamed “The Witch” because, well, two reasons. 

One, she looked like one. More specifically, she looked like the kind of witch that her little baby gay self would've drooled over in a ’90s movie. Intense, crystal blue eyes, pale skin, and a sharp, slightly crooked nose. All of it framed within endless layers of wild, disorganized dark brown hair that bordered effortlessly between intentional or perhaps just refusing to brush it. 

Two, she was a total bitch. The type to find enjoyment in making her own dissatisfaction or boredom everyone else's problem. A trait that notoriously did very poorly in airport security lines. 

She was a frequent flyer, which meant she wreaked havoc across the security team at least twice a month. Being a small airport and usually understaffed, there had been more than one occasion where the pre-check line was simply not an option. A fact that she seemed to love bringing up every time she was forced to take off her shoes with the ‘plebians.’ Yes, she had really called them that. 

About a year and a half ago, one of the agents, Dan, who was for all intents and purposes, a pretty good-looking man, had tried to make small talk with her. Which, in Rio’s opinion, was more like a really gross attempt at flirting with a patron. She had watched the whole thing from behind the conveyor belt. 

“Hey there Harkness, where you flying to today?”

“Your Mom’s house.” She answered, not even bothering to look up from her phone. 

Which, of course, created an endless amount of snickering and teasing from the entire team for weeks on end and launched even more of an obsession in Rio than she would like to admit. Hot, mean, and funny? Just her type. 

Of course, Rio would never have the balls to actually hit on her. Instead, her and her best friend Nat would just talk about her like some sort of personal soap opera. A silly crush. An infatuation. Better to keep it distant and mysterious than to actually risk the rejection. And public humiliation. Which felt very possible in this scenario.

At one point, they had tried to find her online, even stooping so low as to redownload dating apps just to see if she was there. But everything came up with nothing. She was practically a ghost. An incredibly sexy ghost that as of right now was currently haunting Rio’s security line. 

Rio was stationed at the scanner, but she could’ve sworn she sensed her the minute she entered the airport.

She was typing away at her phone, her face quirked in her usual flair of mild annoyance at her pre-check being denied. Her dark purple roller bag was resting at her feet, a well-worn messenger-style leather purse with gold accents and a navy blue dress coat balancing against the handle. She was wearing black heeled boots, wide-legged slacks, and one of those pristine, plain white t-shirts that fit so effortlessly well that it must’ve cost well over $200, slightly cropped above her waistline, her nipples perked under the fabric. Not that Rio was staring. Okay, maybe she was staring. 

Sue her, she looked hot . 

Rio tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Motioning people through the scanner, reviewing the imaging, and sending them on their way. Clockwork. Mindless. Easy. Anything to distract from the way her body was heating up in anticipation. 

Then she was there, standing on the other side of the bulky, grey machine, her hand casually pressed into her hip as her eyes shamelessly drifted up and down the length of Rio’s body.

Wait, was she checking her out? 

Her brain must be short-circuiting. But secretly, she was grateful for her decision to actually fix her bangs this morning as she threw her black layered hair into her usual clip. 

“You’re all set to come through.” 

Agatha simply nodded, stepping forward and positioning herself like she had a hundred times before, spreading her legs slightly and raising her arms above her head. Rio nearly had to pinch herself to keep from moaning at the fabric shifting at the motion and revealing hints of Agatha’s toned stomach. 

Her ogling was broken by the harsh beep of her screen, and two red boxes flaring against the computer’s diagram. One on Agatha’s left thigh, the other along her rib cage. 

Interesting. 

Rio placed her hand up to stop Agatha from proceeding past her. 

“Ma’am, there was an anomaly on the scanner. I’m going to need to do a quick pat down. Are you okay stepping to the side, or would you like to request a private area?”

“Here is fine. I quite enjoy an audience.” She winked. 

She fucking winked at her. 

She needed to be a professional. She was a professional. She is just trying to get under your skin. But why was Agatha looking at her like that? Like she was ready to absolutely destroy her and Rio would thank her for it. 

Rio cleared her throat and motioned for her to step to the side before turning to grab two gloves from the stand. Her coworker’s face flashed at her with an expression that said, “Thank god it's you and not me.”

Rio started slipping the blue latex onto her hands as she went through her usual rundown. 

“Just to prepare you, I'm going to have you raise your arms. I will take the back of my hands and brush them across your front, your sides, and then along your waistband. Then I will move behind and repeat the process along your back and arms.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.” Agatha whispered, practically purring. 

What the fuck? 

“That is- highly inappropriate.” Rio stuttered. 

“Tell that to your hard-on.” 

And Rio, a twenty-nine-year-old woman, who absolutely in no way could have a fucking erection, was so fucking turned on she actually looked down to checked. 

Agatha bit back a laugh behind her smirk. 

Fuck. Get it together, Vidal.  

She crossed her arms against her chest. She meant it to be authoritative, commanding. She needed to regain control. 

“If you can’t comply, I will need to detain you.” 

“No need, Officer .” Agatha rolled her eyes, lifting her arms in punctuation, the fabric tightening ever so slightly against the curve of her breasts and revealing the imprint of her nipple piercings. God damn nipple piercings, “Is this what you wanted?”

Yes . God yes. If she was not wet before, she was positively soaked now. And suddenly her inside thoughts became outside thoughts. 

“Good girl.”

Agatha’s breath caught at the statement, her lip pulling between her teeth. 

Oh, OH , she could work with this. 

Rio moved to start touching… Sorry, feeling... No, fuck. Doing her job . She was doing her job. 

The first pass was slow, deliberate, the back of her hands trailing along the front of Agatha’s chest and stomach with a teasing yet firm pressure. She could feel her heart beat against the motion, her body shuddering as they brushed against her nipples, under the ridges of her boobs, and trailing off at the line of her waist. 

“I think you need to do that again.” Agatha muttered. Her pupils were blown wide. 

“I think you need to let me do my job.” Rio answered back, her voice dangerously low. 

Agatha nodded, then leaned forward to whisper into Rio’s ear, “Is it too late to request that private room?”

And if Rio wasn’t so unbelievably turned on, she may have stopped to think about how absolutely not allowed and borderline illegal what she was about to do was. But of course, none of that mattered. 

“Grab your things.” Rio stated, walking away and disposing of her gloves in the nearest trash compartment, not even bothering a glance in her direction. 

Her brain moved on autopilot, dismissing her post with her coworker. Saying something about a break, or a private search, or a family emergency. She doesn’t remember. She wasn’t listening to herself. 

She waited as Agatha slipped her shoes on and pulled her bags behind her, her heeled soles clicking against the tiled floors as they walked back towards the screening rooms. 

Rio’s entire body was pulsing with desire as she unlocked the door, holding it open for Agatha to step in.

It was a small, bare room. Three chairs lined the front in a haphazard bench with a metal rectangular table at its center. 

Agatha practically threw her stuff in the corner before turning back to the agent with a daring look on her face.

Rio wanted to fall down at her knees and lick her way up her body, but she couldn't let herself give in. She was already fucking ruined, she needed to maintain some sort of semblance of an upper hand. 

“Hands on the table.” 

Agatha smiled a sly, taunting smile before turning around and walking over to it. She stopped a few steps away, arching her back and shifting her weight from side to side in a seductive display before bending over and securing her hands to the metal. Her ass looked fucking amazing. 

Rio stepped into her space, letting her hand travel ever so slightly along its curves. Agatha moaned against the sudden touch. 

“I take my job very seriously, Agatha .” 

She leaned forward, pressing her chest into her back as she whispered into her ear. 

“Safety of airline passengers is my top priority.” 

Rio’s hand drifted to her inner thigh, tapping against the leg with a signal for Agatha to spread her legs a little wider. She did. And Rio rewarded her with the slightest graze of her fingers against her core.

“Mmmm,” Agatha replied, her hips bucking against the sensation, “I understand. You have my permission to be very, very thorough.”

“Good.” 

Rio punctuated the praise with a light slap along Agatha’s ass. She could've sworn she heard the woman curse under her breath.

“Im going to start along your sides.” 

Rio moved to stand behind Agatha, her hips pressing into her as she brought her fingers under the hem of her tshirt. Agatha jolted at the sensation while Rio teased along the soft warm skin of her abdomen. As her hands travelled up, she ran into the corners of what seemed to be a bandage clinging to her rib cage right beneath the front of her breast. She gently ran her knuckles along the surface.

“What have we here?” She tsked.

“I can explain.”

“I'm sure you can, but first, I'm going to need you to remove your shirt.”  Rio smirked.

“Of course.” Agatha stood up, her back hovering against Rio’s front as she threw the shirt over her head and discarded it on the table. 

Fuck . FUCK . 

Staring back at her along bare shoulders was one of the most intricately tattooed back pieces Rio had ever seen up close. It looked like runes. Inscribed along curved lines and trailing columns that flowed over her shoulder blades and down her spine.

The Witch. How fucking fitting.

Agatha reached for one of Rio’s hands, placing it back along the front of her body and across the mysterious bandage as if reading her mind.

“It's a new piece. Three swords.” 

“That's… incredibly sexy.” Rio replied, her hands now moving mindlessly to cup Agatha’s breasts. Massaging into the skin as her thumbs tweaked at the bulbs of her piercings. 

Agatha moaned, leaning her head back into Rio’s shoulder “Thank you.” 

With her neck so exposed to her, Rio couldn't help but to run her tongue along her pulse point. Humming into the contact as she felt her shudder. 

Rio grew bolder in her ministrations, her hands pinching Agatha’s nipples with a painful pressure that evoked the most beautiful whimper Rio had ever heard. She did it again. And again. Until the woman's knees buckled. 

“I- I have another one.” Agatha managed to get out, “On my- Under my-” 

The scanner. 

Rio wasted no time, practically manhandling the woman as she pushed her back into the table, her chest now pressing directly into the cool metal. She worked to undo the front of her pants, pulling them off of her without even bothering to remove her shoes, the legs getting partially stuck around her ankles. 

Sure enough, there was another protective bandage lining the front of her thigh. 

But that quickly became irrelevant compared to the sight of Agatha’s lacey black thong completely soaked through. 

Rio ran her fingers across Agatha’s legs, catching the glistening evidence of her arousal long before even reaching her core. 

She was absolutely dripping.

“ I think we may have a problem…” Rio started.

“Oh?” Agatha turned over her shoulder, her hips rolling against Rio’s hand as it slid under her underwear and began torturing her clit with long, slow passes.

“ This is far more than three-point-four ounces.” 

Agatha practically slammed her head into the table from rolling her eyes so hard, but Rio could tell she was choking back a mix of laughter and those fucking delicious moans.

Rio feigned offense as she started to tease along Agatha’s entrance. 

“Im going to need you to take this security procedure seriously…” 

“I- fuck- I am taking it serio-” 

Agatha’s response twisted into a groan as Rio pushed two fingers into her pulsing cunt, thrusting them into her in a slow, torturous rhythm. 

Rio let her thumb hover ever so slightly against Agatha’s ass as she fucked her. The digit dripping in her slick and tantalizingly close as it circled the skin surrounding her tight entrance. 

Her free hand wrapped into Agatha’s hair, pulling her back up with a sudden force against her chest as her fingers curled harder into her.

“Now, are you going to be good for me while I complete my search?” 

Agatha nodded frantically. 

“Words, Agatha. I need you to tell me.” 

She huffed pathetically at this. And then, as if designed specifically to torture Rio, to prove she could still ruin her, Agatha batted her eyes and put on the most antagonizingly seductive voice Rio had ever heard. 

“Yes, yes. I’ll be sooo good for you while you search my slutty holes.”

“Fuck, you're so fucking filthy.” Rio growled, pushing her thumb past the ring of Agatha’s ass.

“Oh my god.” Agatha groaned in ecstasy, falling forward as Rio felt her body clench and a new wave of wetness soaked her fingers. 

Her body was trembling, flushed with sweat, and still demanding more. 

“You're so fucking tight, baby. Such a good girl. Such a good girl while I fill you up.” 

“Hmm. So full, need more.” Agatha was completely floating.

Rio changed her angle, adjusting her fingers to slide a third into her pussy while her thumb pressed deeper into her ass. 

“Touch yourself for me.” 

Agatha keened at the request, squirming to bring her hand beneath her body and rub desperately at her swollen clit. 

Rio could feel her walls starting to flutter against her hands, but she needed more, she needed Agatha to fucking fall apart under her. To walk out of this airport aching and desperate and needy for her and only her. 

She set a brutal pace, fucking her so hard against the table she could've sworn it started rocking despite being physically bolted to the floor.

“What a dirty little slut, about to cum from a TSA search.”

“Yes, I'm so close. So close.” She whined.

“I bet you'd let me use you wouldn't you, Agatha? Take you home and fill your ass with my strap.” 

“Fuck, fuck , yes!” 

“You'd be my good little fuck toy. My good girl.” 

“Yes! Please!”

“Say it again.” Rio slapped her ass. 

“ Please! Please make me yours!” Agatha cried. 

And as she begged, Agatha’s orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing against Rio’s as she continued to fuck her through it, her pace slowing slightly with each thrust as the aftershocks pulsed against her fingers. 

Rio rubbed Agatha’s lower back as she pulled out with a deliberate tenderness. Agatha whined at the emptiness. She looked completely fucked out. Hair spayed across the table, skin reddened along her ass, thong ripped across her hips, pants still tangled along her ankles. 

She wanted to worship her. To clean every last inch of her body with her tongue. To give her everything . To let her take whatever she fucking wanted. 

But they were still at the god damn airport. And Agatha had a flight to catch.  

Agatha laid there for another moment, catching her breath, before starting the process of peeling herself up off the table. 

As she helped her up, Rio could see the outline of Agatha’s tits and stomach pressed in puddles of sweat along the steel top. 

“Oh my god.” Agatha muttered to herself as she saw it too, laughing under her breath as her hands came up to cover her face.

Rio held her breath. Was that laughing? Was she crying? Fuck, Was she okay? Did she regret it? 

“I'm going to need your number.” 

“What?” Rio was still trying to catch up to what was going on. 

But Agatha, ever so confident, just started to shimmy her pants back up over her legs, her arms reaching to grab her shirt from the table and throwing it over her head as she walked to collect her bags.

“Your number. And your name. God. I don't even know your name.” She shook her head as if making fun of herself. 

Error. Error. Not fucking computing. 

Agatha shuffled around in her purse, grabbing a makeup wipe and placing it against Rio’s hand. 

“You okay, hun?” 

Her blue eyes looked into hers and Rio could’ve melted into them. 

“That was- You are-” Rio struggled to think. 

“Insane? Yeah I get that a lot.” Agatha smirks.

“I was going to say the hottest thing I've ever fucking seen.”

“Ooh,” Agatha leaned in, her arms playfully toying with Rio’s security badge, “I like that one better, Rio Vidal. You're not too bad yourself.” 

Rio could feel her cheeks flushing red as Agatha continued to flirtatiously play with her uniform.

“Tell ya what, I get back in town on Thursday. I would love to take you out. Properly. And if you still like me after, I'd like to… return the favor.”

Holy shit . This cannot actually be happening. Rio paused for a moment, trying to prevent herself from sounding far too eager. 

“Deal.” 

“Great. Give me your phone.” 

Rio reached into the utility clip on her belt and pulled out a sleek white iPhone in a forest green protective case. 

“Plants. Cute.” Agatha said, commenting on her wallpaper, before holding the phone up against Rio’s face to unlock it. 

She quickly went to messages and shot off a text before handing the phone back to Rio. 

The blue bubble simply said, “Smoking Hot TSA Agent” and as it was delivered, Rio could hear the faint pinging tone muffled among Agatha’s things. 

Rio smirked, her tongue poking into her cheek. 

Agatha fiddled with a compact and another make up wipe in an attempt to make herself, well, less clearly fucked. 

It was scarily impressive. 

She closed the compact in her hands with a snap, and placed a small, lingering kiss to Rio’s cheek.

“Until next time, Rio.” 

“Have a safe flight, Agatha.” 

And with that, Rio watched her leave. Her heels clicking in the distance as she walked onward to the airports terminals. 

Rio was so, utterly, fucked .

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The Witch (1:46 pm): made it to the plane, just in the nick of time ;)

“No. Fucking. Way.” Nat stated, her hands clutching Rio’s phone to her chest in disbelief.

Rio took a sip of her beer, comfortably draped against the armrest of her couch in checkered boxer shorts and a grey ribbed tank, her shaggy mid-length hair lose around her shoulders, and her lips curled in a gloating smile.

“I know.”

“But how ?!” 

Rio’s mind flashed with images of Agatha, her ass rocking back into her, her hand twisted in her hair, her sinful moans…  

Rio bit her lip and shook her head, “I already told you. I patted her down, and she asked for my number.”

“Well, are you going to text her back?!”

“I don't know.”  

“Rio…” Nat looked at her like she was already exhausted.

“What?!” Rio asked, knowing full well what she was getting at. 

That was the frustrating thing about having friends, Rio had learned, they tend to know you. 

Nat especially, considering they had lived across the hall from each other for the last six years. In fact, she knew Rio so well that the moment she had texted her that she had ‘witchy updates,’ Nat had shown up at her door within five minutes with a six-pack of Stellas looking absolutely ridiculous in pajamas, fuzzy slippers, and her hair still pushed back in a spa headband from an earlier facemask. 

“Oh, come on. You have to!” 

“Look, she’s traveling, I don’t want to-”

“You’re being a little bitch.” Nat interrupted her. 

“I am not, I just… don’t know what to say.”

“Say ‘hope you landed safely,’ that's neutral, right?”

“I don’t even know where she was flying to , for all I know, she could still be in the air.”

“Nearly eight hours later?”

“There are plenty of flights that are eight hours long.”

“Not out of your dusty airport.” Nat muttered. 

“Ever heard of a connecting flight, idiot?”

Rio and Nat continued to spend the next hour drinking and playfully bickering, as they usually did, about how to talk to women. Which was honestly comical considering neither of them had successfully had a serious girlfriend, or boyfriend in Nat’s case, since college. Luckily for them, they were both attractive enough and somehow smooth enough to pick up the occasional one-night stand or nab an invite to some crazy party. 

And it wasn’t like Rio wanted Agatha to be her girlfriend? That would be insane. 

She just needed to fucking grow a pair and text her. 

But all of that quickly became irrelevant by the sound of Rio’s phone ringing on the coffee table. Nat beat her to it, her eyes going wide and mouth dropping open. 

“Oh my god.” Nat jumps up on the couch like she saw a spider, “Oh my god! It's her!”

“What?!”

“It's HER !” Nat practically pushes the phone into Rio’s face, now jumping up and down on the couch, “Rio, you have to answer it. Please, please, please!” 

“You’re acting like a middle school girl!” Rio laughs.

“And you love me! Answer the phone, you Bitch!” 

Before Rio could overthink it, she hit accept. 

“Vidal speaking.” She answered, throwing a middle finger in Nat’s direction for good measure. 

“Ooh, formal. I like it.” Agatha teases through the phone. 

God, she sounded hot. Rio smirks, trying not to get distracted by her friend mouthing at her to put the phone on speaker. She will absolutely not be doing that. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Ag-a-tha?”

“I was just thinking about you.”

“You know, people usually text these days.”

“And miss the chance to hear that sexy voice? No, thank you. Besides, I figured you could use the encouragement.”

“Encouragement?”

“Mmhmm.”

“ Encouragement ?” Nat mouthed in question, grabbing the bottle opener to pop open a new drink and scooting closer on the couch to try to eavesdrop. 

Rio stiffened her arm to try and bat her away, only to be met with Nat just wrestling her down and pressing herself so far into her personal space that her ear was practically on the back of the phone. 

“Well, it’s a little late in the evening for a pep talk.” Rio managed to get out. 

“Hardly that late.”

“Most people would argue 10:30 pm is late for a phone call.”

“I’m not most people.” 

“I like that.” Rio responded.

“Good.” She whispered. 

The tone made Rio shiver. 

“ Are you alone?” Agatha added.

“I uh-” Rio looked at Nat, who was now miming like a god damn cartoon character and begging for her to lie. “No. My friend Nat is over. We were…”

Talking about you. 

“…watching the Liberty game.”

“Ah, well then, I won’t keep you.” Agatha replied with a hint of disappointment. Or was it jealousy? Rio couldn’t tell, “ Text me tomorrow?”

“Definitely.”

“Goodnight, Rio.” Agatha drawled. 

“Bye, Agatha.” Rio mocked her tone back. 

As the call ended, Rio grabbed Nat’s beer out of her hand and took a long swig in an attempt to calm the butterflies still doing backflips in her stomach and the wetness accumulating in her boxer shorts. Pathetic. 

“I can’t believe you told her you were with me.” 

“Nat, how many times do I have to tell you, I am not having phone sex in front of you.” 

“God, you’re boring.” Nat rolled her eyes, stealing her beer back with a huff. 

Nat ended up heading out shortly after that, afterall, it was a worknight. Which then left Rio alone, in her studio apartment, slightly buzzed, and incredibly horny after denying herself the entire day. 

She went through her nighttime ritual. Brushed her teeth, washed her face, put on a little face serum, hit the lights, turned on the fan, and crawled into the familiar smooth cotton of her bedsheets. 

She got comfortable. Very comfortable. And slid her left hand into the waistband of her underwear. 

Fuck. She was wet. 

She was so fucking wet. 

Rio started to trace teasing, flat circles around her clit. Her right hand immediately dritfing across her chest and lightly massaging her tits through her tanktop, the ribbed texture brushing her nipples just the way she liked it. 

She had masturbated to the thought of Agatha so many nights across the past three years. Thinking about her hair, her hands, her fucking attitude. Picturing taking her in countless ways, being dominated by her in even more. It was mildly perverted, and borderline depraved. 

But now, she could feel her. Smell her. Hear her. In her mind. Not an imagination, not a fantasy, but a memory, real and more intense than she could have ever imagined. Agatha had tempted her, pushed her over the edge, made her lose control of herself in her own place of work, and left her writhing in the promise of more. 

Rio bucked into her own hand, sliding two fingers into her cunt and curling against her front wall.

She panted into the motion, writhing into her own wrist over and over again as the sounds of her arousal flooded the room.

It wasn't enough. 

Rio turned onto her side with one hand still in her pants and the other reaching over to haphazardly dig through her nightstand. She pulled out a silk bag, undoing the drawstring with her teeth. Inside was a six inch, dark green dildo. One she had bought herself as a present for her birthday last year. It was slightly curved, firm, and molded in what Rio had described to Nat as ‘the perfect abstraction of a cock.’

She kicked her boxers off and spread her legs, desperate and absolutely soaked. She rubbed the dildo along her lips, imagining it was Agatha, leaning over her, taunting her, teasing her, making her beg for it. 

“You think you deserve this after your little stunt?”

“Yes. Please. ” She pleaded out loud to herself, her free hand pressing into the corners of her throat as she brought the tip to her entrance. 

“ Tell me. Tell me why you deserve this.”

“Because I- fuck- because I was so good to you. I gave you what you wanted. What you needed .” 

She pushed it agonizing slowly into herself, letting herself adjust to the sensation, until she was taking every inch of it. But she didn't move it. Not yet. 

“ And who is really in control here, Rio?” 

She dropped her hand, pinching her nipple with a hard, twisting pressure. Gasping against her own touch. 

“You, always you.” 

“ That’s right. Now, be a good girl and take it .”

Rio started fucking herself with quick, penetrating thrusts, her body trembling against the stimulation as she angled the tip to hit again and again into her g-spot. It wasn't long until she was right on the edge, her back arching into the mattress. 

She scratched her nails along the front of her body, moaning at the sharp feeling as her fingers found their way back to her clit. Her hands worked in tandem with hard, fast, unrelenting touches until she was screaming Agatha’s name; her orgasm flooding her senses in a hot, dizzying rush. 

Rio melted into her pillow, her head and body reeling in tingling pulses as she removed the dildo from between her legs. 

It took every ounce of self control not to let herself fall asleep right then and there, pass out and drift off into post-orgasm bliss. Instead, she swung her legs over the mattress, carried the sex toy with her into the bathroom, washed it in the sink, and threw on a fresh pair of cotton briefs. 

When she was done, she collapsed back into bed and fell asleep within minutes. 

Rio’s alarm went off the next day, like it always did, at 8:45 am. 

Her leg was hitched up into the mattress, her mouth open and drooling into the pillow. It took over three minutes before she was fully pulled out of her slumber and aware enough to hit snooze on the alarm. And at least two snoozes before she actually got herself up. 

She stumbled half alive through her usual wake up routine, reaching into her dresser to grab her gym clothes: sports bra, basketball shorts, cut off muscle tank, and plain white hanes crew socks. She threw them on and shoved a breakfast bar in her mouth as she gathered her hair in a ponytail, grabbed her gym bag and bike helmet, and headed out. 

The ride was always peaceful in the morning, especially in the summer. Just a quick trip through winding roads. She needed this. Needed the movement. The routine. Something to pull her out of her horrible morning fog even though she wasn't required to arrive for her work shift until 11:50 am. 

She had gotten halfway through her workout, luxuriating in the ache of her core set and the vibe of her rock playlist when “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails started sounding through her headphones. 

Fuck. 

She needed to text Agatha. 

Rio practically rolled across the floor to grab her phone, digging through her gym bag and taking a gulp of water in the meantime. 

Her brain was spinning with possible good morning messages. She wanted something playful, a little dirty even. Rio brought her head up to scan the gym while she thought, catching a glimpse of her now shirtless, sweaty self in the mirror. 

Bingo.

Rio adjusted the whisps of her bangs and the lose pieces of her bun before leaning back. She propped herself at an angle on one of her arms in a way that made her triceps and shoulders pop, letting her legs fan out casually in front of her. They were bent just enough to tease the back of her thighs through her baggy shorts. And of course, the pièce de résistance, her white adidas sports bra and abs, glistening with sweat in the center. She raised her phone and snapped the picture. 

Rio’s tongue poked in her cheek mischievously as she reviewed her text and pressed send. 

Rio (9:53 am): Attachment: 1 Image 

Rio (9:53 am):  Up & At ‘Em

Rio took another quick sip of water and tossed her phone back in her bag. She didn't even make it back to her mat before her text tones started going off in her ears. 

The Witch (9:54 am): fuck

The Witch (9:54 am): good morning to Me 

The Witch (9:54 am): 😏🥵🍆💦

Rio giggled as she opened the messages. Actually fucking giggled . 

Who the fuck was this woman? 

Rio (9:55 am): You’re ridiculous

The Witch (9:55 am): and ur ridiculously hot

She rolled her eyes at this, her cheeks absolutely blushing red, and forced herself to switch her phone to silent and put it away. Afterall she had a workout to finish. 

Of course, the entire time she thought of Agatha. And the entire bike ride home. And during her shower, where she may or may not have gotten herself off to the thought of Agatha riding her strap in the middle of the gym. 

By the time she opened her phone again, she had two new notifications. 

The Witch (11:02 am): Attachment: 1 Image

The Witch (11:02 am): payback

Rio could not have prepared herself for what she had just opened. 

Agatha had sent a high angle selfie, cropped just below her nose, her lips pulled between her teeth. She was in a white dress shirt, unbuttoned so that the edges of a black lace balconette bra were clearly visible and her cleavage was on full display with a gold, coin locket dipping seductively low across her collarbones. 

Rio (11:25 am): You’re not playing fair

Rio checked the clock, at least three times, hoping that there would be some reality where she would have enough time to do something about the heat between her legs. There wasn’t. 

So very begrudgingly, Rio put on her uniform, grabbed her keys, and drove to work.

Chapter Text

Rio learned very quickly that Agatha had no intention of playing fair. 

After three days, she was convinced that the woman had no idea what the word “fair” even meant. 

In an effort to show what some would call restraint and decorum, Rio had tried to keep her phone on Do Not Disturb during work. Tried to stick to her normal routine. Tried to give her friends, coworkers, and plant babies the normal amount of attention she always did. 

The problem was that everyone was already clocking her every second of every fucking day. 

Because every time Rio would check her phone, there would be a new notification from Agatha designed to absolutely torture her, and her facial expressions were notoriously, well, expressive .

“Oooooooooohhhh, Rio’s got a new girl.” Alice whistled.

“Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rio rolled her eyes. 

“You’re not fooling anyone, Vidal.” Jen chimed in. 

“Come on, spill!” Alice begged. 

“I'm here to play basketball, not talk about my love life.” 

Alice and Jen simply looked at each other with knowing, smirking glances. 

“Don’t do that. I know what you’re thinking.” Rio added. 

Alice brought her hands up in a fake surrender while Jen just laughed.

The three of them had been playing in a late-night pick-up league together since Rio started at the airport. An old coworker of hers, someone Rio no longer remembered the name of, had passed her contact on to an organizer. 

Rio still vividly remembers the first night she joined. 

She didn’t like small talk, so she didn’t make any. Instead, she grabbed a pinnie for her randomly assigned team, sat in the corner, laced up her shoes, and waited for the first twelve-minute game to start. 

Rio was good. The kind of good that got attention as a newcomer in a casual league. She was also competitive, the feisty variety who loved to talk back on the court. 

Jen called a foul on Rio in the box early on. It was undeserved, a prissy move. Rio made fun of her for being a ‘court princess.’ She thought the whole thing would earn some laughs and blow over. 

What she didn’t expect was for Jen to act like a petty bitch about it the rest of the evening. 

So when Jen ‘accidentally’ tripped Rio, Rio 'allegedly’ elbowed her in the face. 

And while both women likely would’ve walked away with a few choice words and a nasty grudge, Alice had taken it upon herself to step in with the most ridiculous ‘de-escalator’ technique Rio had ever seen: chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” from the three-point line. 

Jen and Rio lost their minds. 

Alice convinced them both to go to post-game beers. 

And from that point onward, the three were thick as thieves; bonded forever over their hypercompetitiveness and gay antics. 

It's not that Rio didn’t want to tell them. She’d be lying if she said there wasn’t a very big part of her that wanted to give them a complete play-by-play. It was what they usually did: share war stories. No boundaries. Explicit detail.

Which was why Alice and Jen were already giving her shit.

Rio didn’t talk to them about women she actually liked. 

And sure, the myth of the witch had certainly made its rounds. Rio would barely talk about anything else anytime she had more than three shots of alcohol in her system. Nat was even worse, an absolute instigator, even though she was the token straightie of the group. 

But that was before she had… whatever was happening now. 

The Witch (9:13 pm): just landed

The Witch (9:13 pm): sad u weren’t there to greet me :(

The Witch (9:13 pm): let me take you out tomorrow?

Rio (9:15 pm): Welcome home 💋

Rio (9:15 pm): What's the offer exactly? 

The Witch is typing …. 

“Rio, if you don't get your ass on this court right now!” Jen yelled. 

“One sec.” Rio called over her shoulder. 

The Witch is typing ….

“Rioooooo.” Alice groaned.

The Witch is typing…. 

“I swear to god I will shove that phone so far up your-”

“Agh! Fine! Fine.” Rio threw her phone in her bag with a petulant huff and ran over to her starting line. “Happy now?”

“Don't sass me, Ri, you're the one who insisted you were ‘here to play basketball.’” Jen emphasized with a mocking impression and finger quotes.

Luckily for Jen, Rio was on her team tonight. 

Although Jen would probably say the opposite, because the next hour was pretty much the worst basketball Rio had ever played in her life. Every touch was awkward. Every shot hit the rim. She was an easy target for turnovers, and she almost got hit in the head with the ball. Twice . 

Okay, maybe it was closer to five times. 

She just couldn’t stop her eyes from drifting to her bag; her mind cycling with what may be waiting for her. 

They had lost the first game 12 to 25. 

The second, 17 to 30. 

The third, 14 to 43.

The fourth… Rio couldn’t even admit how badly they lost the fourth. 

“I don’t know who she is, but I hate her already.” Jen mumbled to Alice.

When the last buzzer finally sounded, Rio practically sprinted to her bag with the impulse control of a second grader at an arcade. 

But by the time she got to her phone, it was dead. 

“Fuck!” Rio shouted into the useless block. 

“You okay there, big boy?”

“What?” Rio whipped her head around, her metallic corpse of a phone still cradled in her hands, only to see Alice’s face furrowed in a look of both question and concern. 

Rio dismissed her immediately, though clearly still flustered, “Yes. Yes, I'm fine. I just… I need to get home.” 

She couldn't rip off her shoes fast enough, shoving them into a disorganized knot into her bag and replacing them with her green Crocs–a gag gift from Alice and Jen that they had adorned with several ludicrous jibbitz including a basketball, a rainbow, an assortment of plants, a couple of skulls (one flaming, one regular), and friendship letters that spelled “cunt” across the front. She ignored the normal post-game activities and left the community center with her pinnie still on. She would deal with the endless bullying later. 

The entire drive home, Rio kept glancing over at the screen, waiting for the phone to finally turn on, but the car charger kept twisting out of place. 

Her fault for keeping a cord that had to be at just the right angle to work. 

It wasn’t until she was pulling into her apartment’s garage that the wondrous beacon of an apple logo finally flashed on the screen. 

She turned off her ignition. 

Her heart was thudding in her chest as she watched the messages come through.

The Witch (9:18 pm): 700 Salem Street

The Witch (9:18 pm): 9 pm

The Witch (9:19 pm): wear something nice 

She didn’t recognize the address. 

She copied the map's link and pasted it into the phone’s search engine. 

Nothing. 

Just a used bookstore with unlisted hours and a two-star review. 

This couldn’t be right, could it? 

She copied it again. 

Same thing. 

She checked the time, 10:46 pm. 

She could text. She knew she could. Agatha was probably still awake. 

But something about the mystery of it all caused her to pause. 

There had been no other follow-up, no confirmations, no distractions, no flirtations or risqué photographs that Rio had already grown accustomed to. 

The instructions were clear. 

Go here. Don’t ask questions. 

Rio sat in her car, the dark, humid air starting to moisten against the glass, her eyes blankly scanning the shadows of the car park. 

Was she really considering this? 

What did she even know about her? 

Is that building even still standing? 

Next thing she knew, she was emailing her supervisor: 

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Need to call out sick. Stomach flu. 

Rio

Schedule Send 8:03 am

This was a good thing, she decided. 

A very sexy thing. 

Don’t ruin it. 

To stop herself from thinking any harder, Rio popped two strawberry-flavored melatonin gummies the second she walked in her door, took a quick shower, and crashed into bed with the force of a tranquilized elephant. 

Can’t overthink anything if you’re asleep, right? 

Somewhere in the early morning hours, Rio’s awareness started drifting. She tossed and turned, the duvet tangling around her legs as she wrapped herself flat against her spare pillow, her hair splaying across her face in disorganized layers. 

“ Hi there sleepy girl.” A feminine voice whispered, fingers tracing gentle scratches into the base of her neck. 

“Agatha?” Rio asked through heavy eyes. 

“Shhhh, relax.” 

Rio shivered as she felt Agatha begin to knead into her shoulder blades, massaging deep circles into her pressure points. Rio melted into the touch, her face pressing harder into her pillow as she surrendered easily to the sensation.

Agatha traveled the length of her spine, her lips beginning to place light kisses across her skin as she rubbed into Rio’s sore muscles. 

“ So tight, baby. Let me take care of you .” 

“Mmm.” Rio whined, nodding in bliss as the ache fell away with each practiced touch. 

She continued across her glutes, her thighs, tormenting her with long, firm strokes that faded to torturous light touches as she approached the apex of her thighs. Never quite going far enough. 

Agatha's mouth followed behind, kissing and licking along the curves of her hips, her back dimples, her ass; teeth grazing every so often like a promise. 

Rio started to squirm, already leaking onto the sheets. 

“ Agatha .” 

“Uh uh, Stay.” Agatha punctuated with a sudden grip along the back of her neck, her hair trailing across Rio’s back in tickling waves as her fingers pinched behind her jaw and pushed her into the mattress. 

Rio groaned at the feeling, her body trembling as a new wave of need flooded her senses. 

“You’re mine, Rio. ” She whispered into her ear. 

Agatha’s hand finally dipped in between Rio’s thighs, her fingers sliding across her slit with a delicious and agonizingly slow motion as she gathered the slick between her fingers and brought them to Rio’s face, loosening her hold just enough for her to turn her head slightly over her shoulder. 

“Open.”  

Rio whimpered, parting her lips and allowing Agatha to drag her own arousal across her tongue. 

Agatha’s pupils were blown wide, her breath catching at the sight as she brought her face down and replaced her fingers with her tongue. 

Rio groaned, closing her eyes as she let Agatha explore, devouring her in the name of Rio’s pleasure. 

She felt the bed shift as Agatha moved her weight to lie down along her side, twisting herself underneath Rio, and pulling her to lie on top, chests presed together. Agatha parted Rio's leg with her knee, her hands finding a steadying hold on her hips as she encouraged her to grind against her body. 

Rio could feel the heat pulsing in waves along her skin, the mixture of Agatha's lips, her hands, and her thigh overwhelming her senses, pushing her higher and higher as she chased her orgasm. 

It was sweet, almost soft. Almost... 

Rio started to panic. 

Her heart skipped, her skin clammy, her eyes opening to the vision of….

No. 

NO!

Rio shot up. Her head was dizzy as her eyes adjusted to the light trickling in through her blinds and reflecting off the gilded frames of her gallery wall across the room.

She cursed as she ran her hands through her hair in a half-hearted attempt to steady herself. 

What the fuck was that, Vidal? 

She reached over, her shoulders stiffening against the stretch, as she checked the time. 

6:50 am.  

Of course, she’d wake up early on a personal day. 

Fan-fucking-tastic.

She could feel her boxer shorts clinging to her in awkward places, still soaked from her dream.

Any other morning, she would've welcomed it, given herself multiple orgasms, and fallen back asleep. 

Instead, her arousal was overcome by the fickle mistress of anxiety creeping her way into Rio’s mind of everything she needed to do before she met Agatha. Or got murdered by Agatha. She wasn't sure. She also wasn't positive she'd have a problem with it either way. 

But before she could get a list together or start picturing all the sexy ways in which she could be killed, she was pulled away by her phone vibrating so aggressively on her nightstand that it nearly fell off the ledge.

Nat Attack (7:01 am): Why did I wake up to a txt from Alice about you? 

Nat Attack (7:01 am): Did you piss off Jen again? 

Nat Attack (7:02 am): Wait.

Nat Attack (7:02 am): Oh my god. 

Nat Attack (7:02 am): Oh. My. GOD. 

Nat Attack (7:02 am): What are you hiding?! 

Rio (7:03 am): Your body in the community garden if you don't stop texting me. It's 7 am. 

Nat Attack (7:04 am): Oh no! Did I wake you?! 🥺

Nat Attack (7:04 am): I'm coming over 

Sure enough, five minutes later, Rio was met with a knock at the door. She climbed out of bed, rolling her shoulders and cracking her spine as she threw on a black silk robe and opened the door to Nat, already fully put together in a cream yoga set, braided ponytail, and holding two homemade iced lattes in her hands. 

“I know this is about the Witch.” Nat stated, letting herself through the door and handing Rio her coffee. 

“Gee, good morning to you too, Nat.” Rio laughed, still wiping sleep from her eyes, her fingers wrapping around the cool condensation of the mason jar. 

Nat quickly found a perch at the counter, “Alice said you played like shit and skipped drinks last night.” 

“Glad to know you all talk kindly about me behind my back.” 

Rio took a sip of the coffee. Honey, lavender, some other girlie flavor she couldn’t recognize. It was so good that Rio practically forgot why she was annoyed with her. 

“Did something happen?” 

“Nothing’s happened.” 

“You're a terrible liar.” 

“It's early stages, Nat, I don't want to jinx it.” 

“So you've seen her?”

Rio’s mind flashed to the last image Agatha had sent, her hand resting along her collarbone, her fingers adorned in gold and silver bands, her nails manicured, the pale edges of her breasts just barely visible against the seductive draping of navy sheets across her chest. 

Torture. 

“Not exactly.” Rio answers. 

“You're going to see her?” 

Rio raised her arms in an exaggerated question, her face twisting into the kind of expression that stretched the idea of maybe into a “most definitely.”

Nat’s smile crept up along her face, “When?”

“Tonight, but Nat,” Rio added, placing her hands on her shoulders to physically restrain her friend’s over-eager excitement, her eyes locking into hers with a dead seriousness, “Promise me you won't tell anyone.” 

“My lips are sealed.” Nat mimed locking her mouth and throwing away the key, her face just a little bit too delighted at the idea of knowing something Jen and Alice didn't.

The room was quiet for a moment, both of them just sipping their coffee; Nat doing her best impression of a friend being completely normal about the news and Rio leaning against the countertop, trying to manage the ridiculous grin on her face. 

Nat broke first, “So what are you going to wear?” 

And that's how Nat ended up taking a ‘mental health day’ to subject her to endless episodes of whatever Real Housewives franchise she was currently fixated on and dig through every last inch of Rio’s wardrobe. Between the endless outfit switches, the trip out to grab smoothie bowls, and the normal cycle of Nat's celebrity gossip, the day went by at an alarming rate. 

By the time Rio was shooing her out so she could officially get ready, she was slightly concerned that she had pushed her luck with time. Though Rio was secretly grateful for the distraction, even if it came at the cost of her apartment looking like a tornado had torn through it, and leaving her with only three minutes to spare. 

She did one last mirror check. Rio had decided to leave her hair loose, blowing out the dark layers with a slight twist at the ends and balancing the look with a simple, smoky eye and a neutral lip. She was wearing a grey halter-top style vest with asymmetrical buttons, matching wide-legged pants, heeled boots, an assortment of rings, and a mixed metal watch. She looked sleek, sexy , the outfit leaving just the right amount of skin exposed across her back, chest, and shoulders where Rio could show off her arms and tease the tattoo of black and grey belladonna that wound across the side of her lower back. 

Despite it being the middle of summer, she grabbed her oversized blazer, just in case, threw a few miscellaneous items in a clutch, and tried to breathe through the nerves humming across her insides. 

By the grace of the universe, she arrived right on time. The parking lot was nearly pitch dark. Illuminated by only the slightest flicker from a lamppost and the light of a waning moon. 

There were a few cars, all locked and empty, scattered around. 

The small strip seemed incredibly odd, to say the least. The bookstore was a single window and door sandwiched between what seemed to be an insurance office and an old boarded-up bank, all nestled within an antique building that must have been repurposed a hundred times over. There was a faded, painted sign in the glass that read “Lilia’s Fiction & Finds” in golden and brown cursive writing.

No traces of Agatha. 

Rio tried to busy herself, pulling down the car mirror, adjusting the details of her makeup, checking her phone, and trying to stay somewhat vigilant in her surroundings. 

After about ten minutes, she began to worry that she had misinterpreted everything. 

That is, until she was scared out of her thoughts by the sudden tapping on her driver’s window. 

Even through the weird glare of light on the glass, Agatha looked dangerously stunning. 

From what she could make out, her hair was in its usual tumble of endless brown waves and framed by subtle, pearl earrings and a simple, slightly blushed face. Her pale skin was glowing against the mixture of soft light in a silk blue maxi-style dress so dark it was almost black with thin, delicate straps that dipped into a slight V and was adorned with an antique-style broach with three figurines at its center. Everything was pulled together with a thin scarf draped elegantly around her neck in an old Hollywood fashion and skinny heels. 

She looked like she was dressed for the Opera. 

God, Rio would love to finger her in an opera box.

Her fantasy was broken by Agatha’s muffled voice through the door, and Rio realized she had been completely frozen in place. 

She rushed her mind to catch up and finally stepped out of the car, her back lit by the warm hue of the dome lights. 

“Hi there.” Agatha smiled, her voice seductively low, and her eyes shamelessly travelling over the length of Rio’s body as she moved in to kiss her hello on either side of her cheek. 

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” Rio teased, trying to steady herself from the lingering traces of Agatha’s lips on her skin and the smell of jasmine, rose, and something, darker, something earthy, that she couldn’t quite place. 

“I could say the same to you. You look…” Agatha responded, her hands drifting comfortably to fiddle with the collar of Rio’s vest as her lips pulled slightly between her teeth, “Perfect.”

Both of them stood there for a moment, taking each other in despite the dark.

“Why are we here?” Rio whispered. 

“Hmm?” She questioned, clearly distracted by the woman in front of her.

Rio grabbed Agatha’s chin with a playful brush of her fingers, bringing her piercing blue eyes to look at her. 

“Why are we here, Agatha ?” She repeated. 

Agatha’s face flashed, her mind pulled back to whatever plan she had laid out. 

She turned, quickly, leaving Rio stuck in an exhilarating feeling of confusion and desire as she walked around to the other side of Rio’s car, let herself in, and climbed into the passenger seat as though she belonged there. 

“Come on,” She beckoned, patting the console with a dramatic flair and devilish smile, “You’re driving.”

Chapter Text

“Take a left at the light.” Agatha leaned over, her hand settling casually on Rio's thigh as she pointed. 

Rio’s breath hitched at the feeling, forcing her eyes to stay on the road even as Agatha began mindlessly tracing spiraling patterns into her pants.

They drove in a tension-filled, unspoken quiet, Agatha humming along to the radio as she kept an eye out for the next turns and Rio doing everything she could not to start sweating. Which probably didn't help with the sweating. Or the wetness already accumulating against her lingerie. 

“Right, past this ugly house.”

Rio nodded and hit her blinker.

“It's just a few more blocks. On the right.” 

The road opened up, and suddenly Rio recognized where they were, the Main Street of the historic district.  Agatha must have taken them a back way. But there wasn't anything over here aside from a few restaurants, an art gallery, and the old cinema. The former options would be closing within the next half hour which meant.

Wait . 

“Are we going to the old Cinema House?” Rio turned, her voice low and eyebrows quirked in surprise. 

Agatha didn’t answer. She just patted her thigh casually, rubbing over it with her palm as she craned her neck to find parking. 

“There, pull in here.” She pointed again. 

Fuck.

Of course. It had to be a parallel parking spot. 

Rio shifted slightly in her seat, checking her mirrors and trying to look completely calm, despite the fact that, well, she was only sometimes good at parallel parking.

After a breath, Rio lined her car up and reached her right arm back behind Agatha’s headrest to look over her shoulder. Agatha didn't flinch, keeping her body leaning partly over the console, her face now inches from Rio’s as she drank in the sight of her, those intense blue eyes flirting with her lips, the flex of her arm, the space between Rio’s neckline....

Absolutely not distracting at all. Nope. Totally fine.

Rio released the brake and cut the wheel. 

She backed up too fast, the wheels hitting the curb with a jolt that knocked them both off balance and collided their foreheads with a crack. 

“Fuck!” Rio cursed.

“Woof.” Agatha said in unison, her palm rising instinctively to soothe the bruise blooming against her skull. 

“Sorry, I-” Rio shook her head. "Are you okay?"

Great move, loser. 

“I'm fine.” Agatha chuckled as her hand reached to rub reassuringly along Rio’s bicep. She squeezed it once, twice, along the strokes, clearly indulging herself in assessing the muscle.

“Do you want me to park it?" Agatha added, her voice low. 

“What? No, I can. I can park my car.” Rio answered, very flustered both at the statement and the touch, “You're just, distracting me is all.”

“Mmm.” Agatha hummed, absolutely not changing her actions, position, or overall distracting nature whatsoever. If anything, it just made it worse, her fingernails now dancing along the curves of Rio’s arms with a rhythmic tapping.

It sent a shiver down Rio’s spine. 

“Agatha.” Rio spoke, her eyes closing, the name barely audible. 

No. Nope. Park the car, Vidal. 

“Agatha.” Rio repeated, her voice lower this time, more stern, “Let me park.” 

Agatha rolled her eyes, pulling her hand away and leaning back fully into her seat, her legs and arms crossing over each other with a huff.

It was so bratty. It was so Hot. 

Focus! Jesus fuck. 

Rio re-aligned the car, pressed lightly on the gas, and turned the wheel. The car glided into place without an issue and Rio shifted the car into park. 

Nailed it. 

“Am I allowed to move now?” Agatha teased. 

Rio chuckled, unable to help her tongue poking in her cheek at the comment. 

“Come here.” She responded.

Agatha rolled her eyes, but to her delight inched forward anyway. Rio didn’t hesitate as she met her lips with a deliberate, soft kiss.

When she pulled back, Agatha was right where she left her, her lips curled in a relaxed smile, her eyes half-lidded and staring back for more. 

“I've been wanting to do that since you walked up to my car.” Rio stated. 

“Well then, why don't you do it again?” Agatha purred, hooking her hand into the strap of Rio’s vest and pulling her back in. 

This time, Agatha slid her tongue across Rio’s bottom lip, and Rio happily parted her mouth to meet her. It was slow, despite the intense heat between them, the kind of kiss that would make someone believe they had known each other in a past life; the exploration not just a discovery, but a reminder.

Rio was completely lost in it. Her body was vibrating as the kiss continued to deepen. Without a thought, Rio reached behind Agatha’s neck to wrap her hair with a needy grip.  

Agatha moaned, loudly, and the kiss suddenly turned teethy. She was laughing, her head shaking as she moved herself away and propped herself up with an elbow against the window, her gaze shifting slightly out the window.  

Rio just stared at her. She looked so beautiful. 

“God, you're going to be the death of me.” Agatha said as if annoyed at herself. She placed her hand on the door before turning back over her shoulder at Rio, “Come on, we have a movie to catch.”

“I knew it!” 

Agatha brushed her off with a flair of her hand as she climbed out of the car.  

Rio quickly got out and joined her on the sidewalk, fully taking in Agatha under the lights and catching a glimpse of the low cut-back of her dress as she adjusted her hair, the long, thin silken material of the scarf cascading over her shoulder, and the enchanting lines of her tattoo framed within the fabric. 

“M’lady.” Rio held out her arm.

Agatha spun around, her face pulled into an amused smile as she placed her hand delicately into her elbow.  

They walked like that, arm in arm, down the old brick sidewalks of Main Street until the flickering lights of the marquee came into view.

SOME LIKE IT HOT, FRI 9:30 PM 

“You're kidding…” Rio started.

Agatha tensed at this, stopping in the middle of her step, “If you don't like it we can-”

“I love it.” Rio interrupted.

“Are you sure, I know it's-”

“Agatha.” Rio added, her hand settling onto her lower back and stealing another kiss, “I love it.” 

Agatha hummed at the contact, her hands wrapping around Rio’s neck as she let her kiss her again, her body going limp as Rio teased her bottom lip between her teeth. She took the liberty of sliding her hand lower, squeezing Agatha’s ass in the process. 

Agatha nearly squealed, pushing Rio’s stupid face off of her and looking up and back at the sidewalk before leaning to whisper into Rio’s ear. 

“Don't start anything you can't finish, Rio .” 

“Oh, I have every intention of finishing, Agatha .” 

The cinema was practically empty, a handful of people scattered through the lobby. It was the kind of place that was lined with red velvet and smelled of mildew. 

It was perfect. 

Agatha walked straight to the ticket counter, the teenager behind the glass completely oblivious to her presence. 

“Ahem.” Agatha cleared her throat. 

The boy just continued to scroll away on his phone. He was wearing a black and grey striped t-shirt with a red movie vest over it, his eyes darkened with eyeliner, and his ears and eyebrows lined with silver piercings. 

Agatha waited a second. Well, a millisecond, before slamming her palm, hard, into the glass. 

The boy jumped so high he tumbled out of his chair, his hands clumsily reaching to try to save his phone from shattering in the process. 

Rio snickered from her safe view just slightly off to the side. 

God, this woman is insane. 

“I- I’m sorry ma’am. How- how- can I help you?” 

“I think that’s pretty obvious, teen.”

“I- well-” 

Rio stepped forward, pitying the poor kid. 

“Two tickets, please…” Rio stated trying to read the golden name on his uniform, “Billy.”

“Yes, of course.” He nodded nervously, hurrying to type the ticket purchase into the computer. 

Agatha shot a mocking look in Rio’s direction. 

“Here you are. Two tickets. You look beautiful by the way. Really snazzy. The perfect couple. I’m sorry I didn’t see you earlier. I-” 

Billy rambled nervously, putting on a smile, clearly trying to keep Agatha from reporting him to his boss. 

“Calm your tits, kid.” Agatha stated, rolling her eyes as she grabbed the tickets from the counter, “Just maybe take your AirPods out next time.”

Billy quickly reached at his ears to rip them out, only to find that he didn’t have them on. 

“You’re so bad.” Rio whispered, her face still beaming at the chaos, and offering her arm back to Agatha. 

“The worst.” Agatha winked as she slipped back into place. 

The two had a much less eventful time at concessions, buying a small popcorn and two boxes of candy. Twizzlers for Rio, Junior Mints for Agatha, both of them making fun of the other for their horrendous taste. 

They found seats in the back corner of the theater, well away from any of the other patrons scattered in the rows of red. 

Within seconds of the lights going down and the projector kicking on, Agatha leaned forward and pulled the hem of her dress up. The motion caused Rio to nearly choke on her popcorn. 

“What are you doing ?!” Rio whispered, her eyes wide. 

“Shhhh .” Agatha hushed as she continued to wiggle the silk up and over her right thigh, her hands reaching underneath as they wrapped around what she was looking for. 

With a mischievous smile and the wiggle of her eyebrows, Agatha pulled out a beautiful, antique sterling silver flask, engraved in scrolling filigree and the initials E.H. 

Rio just stared in wonderment as she unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and offered it to her. 

“It’s gin .” Agatha smiled. 

Rio took a swig, the cool liquid giving way to the familiar burn as it traveled across her body and sent a new pulse of excitement through her. 

What a woman. 

The two fell into a comfortable rhythm of passing the popcorn and flask between them, enjoying their respective candy and the early plot of the movie.

By the time Marilyn Monroe came onto the screen, Rio was decidedly and splendidly buzzed.

She glanced over at Agatha, her side profile ethereal under the projector’s grey light. Out of all the things she had thought about this mysterious and problematic woman, she never would have imagined being here. Dressed to the nines, in a dusty theater, watching a screening of a vintage musical movie. 

It was... well, it was romantic.

Agatha was a romantic. 

The realization made Rio's heart ache, the contrast of her emotions, her desires, and her logical brain crashing into each other so suddenly that it was overwhelming. 

She still barely knew anything about this woman, and yet, she had never been so taken.

This was reckless. Letting herself feel this. 

But she needed to be closer. She needed to steady her mind against the present claim she still had.

Rio inched closer in her seat and stretched her left arm over Agatha’s shoulder. Agatha relaxed into the touch, letting herself get comfortable as Rio’s arm fully draped itself behind her. 

Perfect. 

Rio's mind quieted as both women settled into an assortment of mindless touches–Agatha resting her hand on Rio’s thigh while Rio's glided along the smooth skin of Agatha's shoulder. 

As the movie continued, Rio's hand started drifting, her fingers grazing the edges of Agatha’s neck, her collarbone, the thin straps of her dress. 

Agatha’s chest rose as the contact grew, her eyes closing slightly, but her gaze not leaving the screen as she leaned closer to address Rio.

“I’m trying to watch, Rio.” She whispered playfully. 

“Then watch.” Rio stated, placing a kiss underneath Agatha’s jaw.

The teasing lit something within Rio. She moved even closer, her free hand now reaching across her body, and toyed with the neckline of Agatha’s dress. The motion brushed against Agatha’s nipples, already hardened through the thin, silken material with no bra between them. 

Agatha bit her lip in an effort to stop the sounds from escaping her. 

“Can you be quiet, Agatha?” Rio asked, her mouth ghosting along her earlobe. 

She nodded slowly, deliberately, as she sunk deeper into her chair, spreading her legs slightly in the process. 

Rio felt the heat rush between her legs at Agatha's unspoken answer, and she let herself tip over the edge.

“Good girl. ”

The praise caused Agatha to whine between her teeth.

Rio continued to kiss down Agatha’s neck while she moved her hand down, teasing her as she slowly crept beneath her dress and along the inside of her thigh. Agatha writhed against the light touches, her hips trying to chase Rio’s fingers as they slid back and forth along her pale skin, the fabric of her dress merely adding to the torture with each delicious pass. 

“Mark me.” Agatha pleaded beneath her breath. 

Rio had to stop herself from groaning at the request. Her teeth sank into the soft flesh of Agatha’s shoulder, sucking into the bite with a hunger and soothing it with her tongue as her digits reached the smooth, wet fabric of Agatha’s thong.  

She palmed at her soaking cunt through the fabric, trapping her clit between her fingers for Agatha to rock into as she repeated the process, summoning a beautifully addictive collection of restrained whimpers and moans as her mouth moved to leave another to bloom against the edges of her scarf. 

Rio bit a third into her pulse point, and Agatha’s nails dug into Rio’s thigh with an unrestrained sharpness. The pain caused Rio to gasp against Agatha’s neck, pinching her legs together as her clit started to throb. 

Agatha gave in, turning to pull Rio's face to hers, her tongue immediately seeking Rio’s. She pressed herself closer while her fingers started to seek the button of Rio’s pants. But she was distracted from the task by Rio finally pushing her underwear to the side and curling two fingers against her soaked entrance.

Her head fell forward, muffling her sounds into Rio’s shoulder as her hips twitched.

“You're so wet for me. ” Rio whispered, 

Agatha nodded into her neck, her body stiffening as she continued to try and hold back her reactions. 

Rio pressed her fingers deeper, angling them so she could drag her thumb along Agatha’s swollen clit while hooking into that sweet, spongy tissue inside her. 

“Need to touch you. ” Agatha keened quietly, her hands pawing again against Rio's zipper as Rio continued to finger her. 

Rio felt her arousal flooding as she pulled her free hand back to her side, adjusting her body in an awkward, tight space to help Agatha with the buttons and zipper of her trousers. 

As soon as they were open, Agatha found the waistband of Rio’s lace thong and ran her fingers through the trimmed coarse hair to Rio’s slit dripping and wanting for her. 

Rio bucked into the touch, her hand twisting inside Agatha as if she could steady herself against her walls. The pressure caused Agatha to moan, loudly.

“Shhhh .” Rio teased, her face pulled into a mocking euphoric grin. 

Agatha responded by pinching Rio’s clit with an agonizing and deeply satisfying pressure.

“Fuck!” Rio cried. 

“Shhh. People will hear you, Rio. ” 

Rio had to fight back the laughter, and her moans, as Agatha started to rub firm circles into her.

The two fell into each other, their tongues dancing into messy, needy kisses in the back of the theatre as they fucked each other. 

Rio was floating, caught between the feeling of Agatha’s walls fluttering against her fingers and the hot, teasing touches of Agatha against her clit. 

She couldn't tell how much time had passed. But suddenly, her brain started to register a new noise. A new feeling. 

Agatha was humming. 

She was humming into the kiss. 

Rio adjusted slightly so she could peek through her eyelids.

Agatha was completely gone, panting and kissing into the corners of Rio’s mouth, traveling across her jaw, her neck now exposed to her with Rio’s slight change in position. 

And on the screen, Marilyn was on stage, in that grand ballroom of the shell party, glistening in black and white diamonds. 

Rio's heart skipped at the realization as she melted into the enigma of Agatha, her teeth marking her neck and fingers pressing into Rio as she mindlessly hummed along to the melody.

I wanna be kissed by you, just you

Nobody else but you

I wanna be kissed by you, alone!

I couldn't aspire

To anything higher

Than, to fill the desire

To make you my own!

Rio couldn't help herself. She sang along to the next line, in a teasing, lilting whisper.

“Boop-boop-a-doop.”

Her voice seemed to break Agatha out of her trance, her eyes coming to search Rio’s face, those crystal blue eyes nearly black with desire. 

Rio adjusted her body so she could brush the hair from her face with her free hand, Agatha staring at her in a mix of confusion as the instrumental break of the song flooded the theater. 

Agatha glanced around the dark space for a second before she turned to the scene on the screen.

“Oh.” Agatha whispered, her mind catching up to what happened, “Oh my god .” 

But before she could say anything else, Rio just pulled her right back into the kiss. And Agatha let her, melting back into the sensation with a moan.

As it heated up again and Rio’s fingers started to evoke more and more sinful sounds from her, Agatha leaned into Rio’s ear. 

“Take me home, Rio .” 

Rio stopped her ministrations, taking a moment to memorize the need written into Agatha’s expression as she waited for a response. Her flushed cheeks. Her heavy eyes. Her unsteady breath. Her messy hair. 

Everything about her, everything , designed to ruin her. To make her fold. 

Rio feigned a frown, “But what about the rest of the movie?” 

“I’ve seen this movie over a hundred times.” Agatha’s voice gave way to impatience, her volume unmodulated, causing another theatergoer several rows away to turn over their shoulder and hush them. 

Rio choked back laughter as Agatha reached into the cup holder and threw a stray piece of popcorn in their direction. 

The next thing she knew, Agatha had gotten up. 

Rio just watched, legs spread and pants unbuttoned, in complete awe of her as she adjusted the details of her dress, her scarf, her hair. 

Her heart raced as Agatha turned her attention back to her. With a devilish look, she slinked into Rio’s space; one hand finding a grip on the back of her chair as her knee pressed into the gap between her legs. She flipped her hair seductively across her shoulder as she slowly bent down, breath ghosting along the side of Rio’s neck. 

She placed a single, seductive kiss on her pulse point before whispering with a low, simmering voice into her ear. 

“Take me back to your place so I can fuck you properly.”

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Somehow, after a whirlwind journey of make-outs, hair pulling, neck biting, groping, and overall general public indecency, Rio and Agatha arrived at her apartment safely. 

Rio practically burst out of the car and sprinted around it to open the door for Agatha, offering her her hand again like some corny period piece gentleman. 

“Someone’s eager.” Agatha teased as she placed her fingers in her palm and slowly and dramatically climbed out. 

Rio smirked, “Says the one who was practically dry-humping the seat two seconds ago.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Agatha replied with a faux look of innocence on her face. 

Rio yanked her arm in response, causing her to fall forward into her chest. They collided in a startled gasp and a low, dangerous chuckle as Agatha was spun into yet another steaming kiss against the car. She hooked her leg up and around Rio, grabbing one of her hands and bringing it back up under her dress. 

“Agatha.” Rio warned. 

“Come on.” She pouted, guiding Rio’s fingers to slide against her soaked cunt, “Give me one right here, gorgeous.”

Absolute menace.

But what else could Rio do?

Agatha’s moans echoed across the parking garage as she filled her with three of her fingers, her thumb flicking across her clit, driving her to the edge with a practiced grip and deep, pulsing thrusts against her g-spot. 

“Fuck. Yes. Right there. Fuuuu- ” Agatha rambled, her nails scratching across Rio’s bare shoulder blades as her first orgasm crashed over her after hours of unintentional edging. 

“That’s it, let go, baby.” Rio whispered, kissing along her neck as she eased Agatha through it, gripping her thigh against her body and relaxing the hand inside her as her hips twitched through the aftershocks. 

Agatha continued to grip Rio’s skin like she couldn’t get close enough. It was possessive, it was demanding, and Rio needed to get her upstairs.

Now. 

Before Agatha could realize what was happening, Rio squeezed underneath her ass and hoisted her up into her arms. She yelped at the motion, her limbs tightening instinctively against Rio’s abdomen. 

“I swear to God if you drop me…” She complained, though her voice was still caught within her blissful, post-orgasm haze. 

“I’m not going to drop you, but you may need to be my door opener.” Rio laughed, kicking the car door shut and beginning to carry her across the pavement. 

“Aye aye, cap.” Agatha saluted with a playful seriousness. 

Rio blushed. What an idiot. 

They managed to navigate through the garage, the sidewalk, and the three steps of the front entrance. Rio whispered the code into Agatha’s ear as Agatha typed it into the buzzer. As the door unlocked, Agatha caught the handle while Rio squeezed them awkwardly through the door, causing another round of breathless laughter from Agatha. 

God, she could get used to that sound. 

It wasn’t until they reached the narrow stairway that Rio inevitably decided to set Agatha down. 

Fucking old pre-war walk-ups. 

Rio purposefully dropped her on the step ahead of her, wanting to bask in the view of her toned, tattooed back and ass as they made their way up. 

“Third floor. Apt C.” She instructed, giving her a quick slap for good measure. 

Agatha bit her lip in a smile over her shoulder, picking the hem of her dress up as she climbed the flights of stairs, her hips swinging into each step with a motion that was downright sinful. 

Rio fumbled through the contents of her pockets as they came up to her door, Agatha stepping behind her. 

Of course, right as Rio found her key, Agatha’s nails found the edges of Rio’s tattoo, causing her to miss the lock entirely on the first attempt. 

“I like this.” She hummed, creeping closer to lean her head on the back of Rio’s shoulder, her hands shamelessly rubbing up and down the sides of her body. 

“Thank you.” Rio replied, taking a breath against the touch, and jimmied the sticky lock open on the second attempt. 

As soon as they were through the threshold, Agatha pushed Rio up against the nearest wall. Her lips found hers again in a hungry, shameless kiss as Agatha’s hands wove through her hair, her neck, and her arms until she eventually started clawing at the buttons of Rio’s clothes. 

“Off. Get these off.” She muttered impatiently. 

Rio tried to balance herself, pulling her shoes off and tossing them along the dimly lit floor, her pants and thong quickly joining them. She barely started to work on the buttons of her vest when Agatha dropped to her knees in front of her and pulled her bare leg over her shoulder. 

She stared up at her, those intense, glacial eyes flashing with desire as she licked her way across Rio’s folds, groaning against her as she started sucking into her clit. 

“Fuck, Agatha. ” She gasped, her head slamming into the wall. 

Rio braced herself in Agatha’s hair, pulling against her locks and rocking into her with unabashed need as she continued to devour her. 

Everything about it was like something out of Rio’s mind. The way she cycled between flattened and firm pressure. How she let her spit drip freely into the mix. The performance and sensation of her head moving against her. It was like she was made for it. Made for her. 

She was already dripping down her legs when two of Agatha’s fingers started to tease along her entrance. 

Agatha stopped, raising her slick-coated chin to stare back up at Rio with a knowing look on her face. 

“Ask nicely.” 

Rio was beyond her threshold to protest.

“Please.”

Agatha’s face flushed with ecstasy, her lips parting as she pushed her fingers into Rio with a slow, intoxicating pressure. 

“So good. So perfect for me.” Agatha whispered. 

Rio whined at the praise, her body shaking in place as Agatha very methodically began to thrust into her, each motion moving deeper, harder, faster, designed to pull more and more sounds from Rio. 

Agatha brought her mouth back to lap at her, the mixture of the sensations causing her skin to moisten and her body to shake. 

Fuck, she needed out of the fucking vest. 

Rio let the wall take what remained of her weight, her fingers haphazardly ripping at the buttons of her top as she rushed it half-done over her head and threw it onto the floor. 

The sight of Rio now completely naked and writhing against her caused Agatha to moan, the vibrations adding to the overwhelming pleasure Rio was already experiencing. 

She was close, so close. Her body riding Agatha’s face as she threaded her hands through her hair again. 

Agatha’s nails scratched up the length of Rio’s leg with a tickling pain. But it was the sudden, sharp pressure of Agatha gripping her hips that sent her orgasm flooding across her body. 

Rio cried at the sensation, her knee buckling as she was overtaken by it. She tried to catch her breath, tried to keep herself upright, tried to chase the sensation of Agatha still fucking her through it, sucking her clit with featherlight flicks between her lips and pressing deeper, firmer thrusts into her again as her walls relaxed. 

Another wave hit her so quickly that her vision went black. Her head spinning with Agatha’s name on her lips until she had to physically pull Agatha’s face away from her overstimulated clit. 

“Holy fuck, Agatha.”

She just smiled, an arrogant, prideful smile as she tapped Rio’s thigh to shift her weight off of her and gathered herself off the ground. 

Rio grabbed Agatha by the chin and licked her wetness from the corners of her mouth, letting her tongue linger along the taste of it mixed into Agatha’s skin.

The dark apartment was filled with echoed moans as their tongues found each other again in an addictive rush. 

Agatha started to strip herself, pulling the thin straps of her dress down over her shoulders and letting her dress fall to her feet. 

She untwisted the long, silk scarf from her neck, and slid it across Rio, wrapping the length behind her neck and tugging her forward. 

Rio’s eyes opened into hers, her pupils blown out, their chests heaving together. 

“Go get your strap.” Agatha commanded with a seductive lilt. 

Rio nodded with mindless, desperate need, shivering against the feeling of the silk sliding along her body as she walked over to turn on one of the warmer, dimmer lamps in her apartment. 

Mistake. 

Big mistake. 

As Rio’s eyes adjusted to the new light, she was rudely broken from her euphoric state by the dismal state of her apartment. 

For a studio, the space was relatively expansive. Her kitchen was tucked to the side of the entryway, with a small, steel and wood island table and a few bar stools. The living space was centered around an old, carved fireplace with two tall arched windows, a vintage rug, an olive green couch, and a wooden coffee table. Her bed was off the far wall with a mirrored armoire wardrobe and a small nightstand in the corner. The colors of the space danced between metals, wood, cozy blankets, and earthy tones, all accented by her adored collection of houseplants, books, and strange, gilded framed art of old scientific diagrams and bold, graphic prints. It was eclectic. It was Rio. 

In any other moment, she would have relished in the ability to show it off. 

The problem was, she didn’t expect to come back here tonight. Assuming, well, that they would have gone to Agatha’s. 

The question of why they didn’t, was not something Rio was ready to ask. 

But that didn’t change the reality that she neglected to clean any of the evidence from Nat’s homegrown makeover montage. Trails of clothes were dotted along the old hardwood floors; cups, mugs, and glasses in various stages of being drunk and scattered across every surface; dishes piled into the sink; makeup brushes, eye shadows, randomized clips and hairties, and styling products all strewn about the floor in front of the mirror. 

There was absolutely no hiding what it was. 

“Someone’s had a big day.” Agatha commented, a smile blushing across her cheeks as she sauntered over and found a seat on the edge of Rio’s bed. 

“I uh, I didn’t think we’d be coming back here.” Rio wrung a hand through her hair, trying to remain confident despite the antagonizingly perfect image of the woman making fun of her from across the room.

“Mmmm.” Agatha responded, clearly uninterested in examining it further as she leaned back against her arm, her legs crossing in front of her as she drank in the sight of Rio’s body. 

Rio gulped. She needed to find her strap. 

Like right fucking now.

Rio practically hopped across the room, digging into her nightstand to find the familiar leather. She thought for a moment, as she palmed through the assortment of dildos lining the drawer before inevitably reaching for hers. That dark green. Blinded by the arousal of what it would mean for Agatha to have touched it. As if she could immortalize her with it. 

Rio worked to unhook the o-ring, lacing the base of the dildo through and clicking it into place. But as Rio bent over to step into the straps, she was interrupted. 

“Uh uh uh.” Agatha scolded enticingly.

Rio stood up, her brows furrowed in confusion.  

Agatha beckoned Rio with her finger, “Come here.”

As Rio moved to the bedside, Agatha sat up, her legs spreading to pull Rio closer to her, her chest pressing into her stomach, her hands reaching to rub along the length of Rio’s sides as she stared up at her. 

“Right now,” Agatha started, her fingers rising to tap along the green silicone, “this is mine .”

“And this,” She added, her hand slowly tracing down the front of Rio’s stomach and dipping to palm at her cunt. “This is mine.”

Rio shuddered, her eyes widening as she stared down at that dangerous woman. 

“Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Rio managed, her head nodding. 

“Good. ”

Agatha pressed into her again, standing up into her space and snapping Rio’s hips into her with a control that could kill. And Rio didn’t hesitate to give it to her. 

“Now,” She whispered, directly into Rio’s ear, “Make yourself useful and dress me.”

Rio whimpered, her body pulsing at the command. 

She moved, slowly, hands steadied on Agatha’s body, her gaze fixed on those crystal eyes as she dropped to her knees in front of her. Rio tried to keep her hands from trembling as she traced the soft skin around Agatha’s thighs, her calves, her ankles. 

She checked the leather, orienting the crotchless harness for Agatha to step in. 

That’s when she saw it. 

A rabbit. 

Curving across the front muscle of her thigh in mid-leap. The newer ink was shaded in soft greys and wispy lines that somehow made the common creature look like a mythical being. 

Rio let her hand caress the image, staring back up at Agatha whose face seemed, for a moment, melancholy; a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. 

This wasn’t the time to ask. 

Instead, she just placed a small, light kiss to the art and let her mouth continue to lead her motion as she raised herself off the ground and slipped the harness into place. 

Rio lingered at her nipples, her tongue lapping at the hardened flesh as she tightened the buckles around Agatha’s hips and thighs. Agatha's head fell back in a moan, holding Rio to her chest as she marked the pale skin. 

And then she was moving, twisting their positions with a sudden force as she pushed Rio down onto the bed. 

Rio caught herself on her elbows, letting her legs spread for Agatha as she grabbed her thighs and pulled her to the edge eliciting a delighted gasp from the younger woman. 

Agatha adjusted, letting the dildo rest against the folds of Rio’s soaking pussy as she started to rock her hips up and back through the slick. 

“How many times have you thought of me fucking you with this cock? With your cock, Rio.”

Rio keened at the accusation, at the pressure of the smooth toy rubbing up and back against her clit. She was lost. Gone. Her brain already floating in surrender to whatever this woman wanted to do to her. 

Agatha slapped her. A sharp, punishing sting along Rio’s breast. 

Rio nearly came right then and there, her body trembling as Agatha leaned forward and pulled Rio by the hair to look at her. 

“Answer me.”

Rio’s heart was racing, her whole body begging to be fucked while Agatha lined the tip up to her entrance. 

“So many times, Agatha. All the time. I want- I need it- I need you to fuck me with my cock. Please- Please fuck me with my-”

Rio’s pleas were interrupted by Agatha finally pushing in with a single thrust, her hips snapping flush against Rio without a moment for her to adjust to the sensation. 

Agatha let go of her hair, pushing her back down into the mattress as her hands traveled across the skin of Rio’s breasts, pinching and teasing the nipples between her fingers, her hips slamming into her, over, and over, and over again with brutal force. 

She was soaked. She was overwhelmed. She would die at the hands of this woman. 

“You’d do anything I asked wouldn’t you?” 

“Yes, anything, anything. ” Rio responded breathlessly her legs shaking as the pressure of another impending orgasm started to build within her core. 

Agatha slapped her again causing Rio to cry out into the punishing feeling along her tits. 

“FUCK! Agatha. Agatha, please, please let me cum.”

Agatha growled in pleasure at Rio’s words, her hand coming to pinch her clit between her fingers as Rio continued to beg for it, tears rushing down the sides of her face, her skin reddened and blooming and glistening with sweat as she fucked into her. 

“Cum for me, Rio. Cum around your cock like the pathetic slut that you are.”

Rio screamed as her orgasm slammed into her, her entire body curling against the mattress as the spasms ricocheted through her aching cunt. Wave after tortuous wave. 

Agatha held her through it, her pace slowing as she leaned in to kiss the skin of Rio’s leg. 

Time completely slipped from Rio’s mind, her vision blurred along the edges, her body completely engulfed in a buzzing, intoxicating pleasure as her lungs and heart tried to find their normal rhythm within her chest. 

“How are you doing, love?” Agatha asked softly, her hands rubbing soothingly along Rio’s calf. 

“I- fuck, Agatha. That was-” Rio managed to breathe out, her mind still trying to catch up to her, “I think that was the best orgasm of my life.”

Agatha laughed at this as she slowly pulled out of Rio, her face flashing with a question as she dropped her voice into that sultry, deliciously seductive tone. 

“Do you want to clean me up, pretty girl?”

And Rio, nearly on the brink of the death, suddenly came back to life. Her walls fluttered around nothing as she pressed herself up, slick dripping out of her and onto her bedspread.  

“Yes, god yes.”

She folded herself over, twisting her body to rest on her stomach, as she inched herself into place. 

Agatha’s pupils were blown completely wide at the sight of Rio’s willingness, her desperation for her, her shamelessness. Rio balanced slightly on her elbows, one hand coming to rest on Agatha’s ass, the other steadying the base of the strap. And with a look of pure worship, she flattened her tongue to drag along the dark green silicone, lapping up the remnants of her arousal as she pulled the tip into her mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” Agatha praised as Rio’s head bobbed along her cock.  

Rio adjusted herself slightly, sliding her hand to find Agatha’s core, her cunt absolutely soaked and dripping. She gasped at the sudden touch, her hips bucking forward causing Rio to moan deeply as the action threatened to choke her. 

Fueled by absolute deviant desire, Rio hooked her fingers into Agatha’s entrance, pulsing into her to guide her hips deeper into Rio’s throat. 

“Oh my god.” Agatha groaned as she fucked Rio’s face and fingers, the base of the leather grinding into her clit with each thrust. 

Rio could feel Agatha tensing around the penetration as she pressed deeper and deeper into her, her eyes drifting to stare up at her tits bouncing across her chest, her face curled into absolute ecstacy.  

Rio played into Agatha’s need, moaning with filthy, gagging noises around her cock as she chased her pleasure. 

Agatha came at the sound, her hips twitching against Rio’s lips, her cunt soaking Rio’s wrist. 

As Agatha caught her breath, Rio pulled away, releasing the dildo from her mouth and replacing it with her fingers as the licked Agatha’s cum from the digits before loosening the buckles of the strap. It fell to the ground around Agatha’s ankles as Rio encouraged her to step out and join her. 

Agatha practically fell forward onto the bed, her head resting with the perfect view of Rio’s ass as she turned to rest along her side. 

Both women laid there in a comfortable silence, their exhaustion enveloping them in a blissful haze while they traced the curves of each other’s hips, as if neither of them could imagine a moment where they weren’t worshipping the skin. 

“So soft.” Rio whispered in appreciation. 

Agatha started laughing at this, her head pressing into the mattress to try to muffle herself. 

“What?” Rio asked playfully, now moving to crawl on top of her. 

“You are so gay.” Agatha teased, turning herself onto her back to stare into Rio’s eyes. 

Rio felt herself blushing, her breath catching. 

She didn’t think she would ever get over just how beautiful she was. 

She leaned forward, capturing Agatha’s mouth and kissing her as though it was a seal. 

A promise. 

She was never letting her go. 

“Rio?” Agatha broke the kiss, her fingers brushing at the edges of her hair as she tucked the layers back behind Rio’s ears. 

“Hmm?” Rio lifted her gaze to meet her eyes. 

There was a pause. A moment where Agatha seemed to linger on each detail of Rio’s face, her eyes softening with something akin to sadness. A longing. And the uncertain silence seemed to twist into Rio’s gut like a knife, bleeding her out before the next words were even spoken. 

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

Chapter Text

Rio Vidal had never been all too great at emotions. 

There was something about them that always seemed too nuanced. Too fleeting. As though she could never fully grasp what they were before her mind was already prescribing a different narrative. 

But in Agatha’s face, she just knew. 

She watched it. 

Felt it. 

How her eyes had already snapped themselves away from their depth. Retreating behind the admission before it was even spoken. 

The overwhelm. 

“I- fuck.” She groaned, pressing herself up beneath the border of Rio’s arms. 

Rio let her body fall away from her and collapse back into the black duvet. She stared along the lines of Agatha’s back illuminated against the warm glow of light as she sat against the edge, her hands worrying through her hair as the room went still. 

“I don’t know how to do this.” Agatha whispered. 

“Then don’t.” Rio stated. She wasn’t sure if it was for her sake or Agatha’s. 

“What?” Agatha turned back now, her face scrunched in confusion. 

Rio exhaled, bringing herself back to Agatha’s side, her legs curling slightly behind her as she leaned in over her shoulder, dark eyes meeting blue as her fingers reached to trace the ink of Agatha’s spine in a gentle hesitance; a solemn reassurance. 

Agatha’s breath caught, whimpering ever so faintly against the touch. 

“Whatever it is, Agatha, you don’t have to tell me tonight. Just… be mine tonight.”

“Only tonight? ” 

The question was barely audible, mere consonants against teeth as Agatha’s gaze found Rio’s lips with no space between them to answer.

Rio resigned herself to it, to the pain of her own making, and kissed her anyway. 

Their lips met in a soft, delicate balance of tongue and teeth as they pulled each other closer, hands wrapping against the napes of their necks in steadying possession of a feeling already threatening to slip away. 

And if tonight was now going to be the only night that Rio could truly have her, she needed to have her completely. 

“Lie back for me.” Rio whispered between breaths. 

Agatha paused for a moment, the tension of the decision hanging over their heads as they stared again into each other’s eyes, as if simply looking could answer the secrets locked behind their gaze.

To Rio’s surprise, Agatha kissed her again, nodding slowly as she let Rio guide her up the mattress and position her tenderly within the pillows. 

She drank in the sight of her. Her hair fanned out around her, her skin flushed and covered in blooming marks of red across her neck and her breasts, her chest heaving in a slow rhythm as her hands grazed the sheets, waiting in anticipation for what Rio might do to her. 

And just as before, Rio crawled on top of her body, her head hovering above Agatha’s hips, holding her weight against her arms as she stared down at the woman who had managed to disrupt her life with such shameless certainty. 

She kissed her again, this time placing her lips right above her navel as she slowly and deliberately dotted a path along her body. She relished in the sounds she pulled from her, the way her hands wrapped across her shoulders, the way her hips pressed between her legs, writhing from each new torturous sweep of her tongue. 

“Stay still.” Rio stated as her lips found the line of Agatha’s collarbone. 

Agatha’s eyes flashed against the statement, her mouth opening as if to respond, but Rio would not hear it, could not hear it. Not now. 

She shifted quickly, pressing her hand into the corners of Agatha’s throat, feeling the hum of her moan beneath her fingertips in response to the sudden aggressive touch. 

“Stay still.” She emphasized. 

Rio released her grip, swinging her legs off the bed as she moved to sift through her armoire.

She watched Agatha from her peripheral vision as she sank deeper into the mattress, her eyes closing as if trying to process her own surrender. She seemed to settle into the blissful exhaustion of the evening as a new form of arousal wove itself between them. 

Rio lingered in the vision as she returned to the bedside. 

It was as though she could feel the synching of their heartbeats, the balance of their breath. She crept with a devotion back to straddle Agatha’s hips, her slick pressing into her stomach as she lowered her body to meet her with three bundles of black rope in her hands. 

Agath’s eyes opened at the sensation, flashing in near-desperate recognition of what she was now holding.

“ Rio…” Her voice dropped into a near-whine as her body pulsed beneath the weight of her. 

Rio let her hips grind into Agatha’s movements as her hands worked to unravel the ties of the soft cord.

“Do you trust me?”

“I-” Agatha stuttered breathlessly, her brows furrowing, her blue eyes scanning Rio’s face, as if shocked by her own confession, “I trust you.” 

Rio breathed it in and lowered herself closer, her lips ghosting along Agatha’s ear in a daring whisper, “Will you give yourself to me, Agatha?” 

“Yes.” She shuddered. 

Rio's teeth grazed the sensitive skin beneath the lobe, kissing the edges of the marked flesh, as if reminding herself of the claim she still had.

Only tonight. 

Her body shifted and hands worked mindlessly as she pinched the rope in its center, folding the lines over each other as she raised Agatha’s arm and found the first point of contact behind her tricep. 

She could feel the way Agatha’s eyes watched her, how her body softened beneath the binding and submitted to the careful motion as Rio bent her arm up beside her face and fed the cord to wrap behind it, securing the rope across her wrist, her forearm, and looping it back through the center. Rio let the ends of it drag across Agatha’s breasts, her skin prickling at the threads.

She checked the tension and let her fingers drift along her cheek, her jaw, and eventually tap along the chapped, swollen curve of her lower lip. 

“Open.” Rio encouraged. 

Agatha’s breathing skipped as she obeyed, staring through half-lidded eyes, her pupils blown wide as she lowered her chin. Rio couldn't help hitching her nail along the motion within her grip as she leaned in, her lips brushing along Agatha’s as she let her spit gather inside her mouth. 

With a shameless affirmation of her control, Rio swept the moisture from her cheeks and let it drip with a salacious certainty into Agatha’s mouth, who gasped at the warm liquid as it slid along her tongue.

“Good girl.” Rio praised. “Keep it there. Keep it right there.”

Agatha whined and bucked under her, her mouth still agape as Rio caringly adjusted the loose strands of Agatha’s hair and threaded the rope back through her fingers, slipping them across her knuckles as she pulled it taut and guided it between Agatha’s teeth. 

“Bite.” Rio commanded softly. 

Agatha moaned in a near growl at the request and accepted the gag into her mouth. 

Agatha seemed to surrender to her as if it were a challenge, a conquest, every action somehow reminding Rio that she could destroy her. The thought made Rio shiver, her hips rolling again as her clit throbbed into Agatha’s stomach, coating her in a new wave of wetness while she moved to complete her restraint. 

Agatha remained still, malleable, as Rio’s hands teased along the sensitive underside of her right bicep and brought it up to mirror her left. She wound the dark, bamboo threads behind the flesh and secured them in place, completing the restraint with a final knot between her two wrists. 

Rio took a moment to admire her work, Agatha’s arms secured up and behind her head, connected through the corners of her mouth, already watering and dripping under the rope. 

“Snap twice if you need to stop for any reason. Understand?” 

Agatha inhaled, her body twitching in anticipation as she nodded slowly. 

“Can you show me?” 

It was muffled, a bit awkward, but it was clear. The two clicking sounds beneath the tangles of Agatha’s hair. 

Rio retraced her earlier path along Agatha’s now restrained body with a sacred intention. Lingering along each mark, her tongue lapping along the flesh as if she could heal her aching body with her kiss. 

She savored it. 

Drinking it in as though the very act could freeze them in time. 

As though Rio could hold her there eternally. 

Agatha’s moans filled the room, her eyes beginning to glisten with the hint of tears as Rio continued to tease her, her body trembling with need, fighting against her commitment to submit to her as Rio finally latched onto one of her breasts. 

“Mhmph!” Agatha cried as Rio pinched the metal bars of her piercing between her teeth and sucked on the erect flesh. 

Rio smirked at the sound, letting herself trail deeper, her back arching at the motion as she slinked down the mattress and breathed in the scent of Agatha’s arousal. 

She captured Agatha’s eyes and, with a tantalizing slowness, licked a long, deliberate stripe as she travelled the borders of her trimmed, coarse hair to her navel. She moaned at the taste of herself coated along Agatha’s sweat and skin, licking it again and again, before she leaned back onto her knees. 

“Mmmump.” Agatha whined, her legs falling to either side of her while Rio reached seductively for the second bundle of rope. 

“You’re so beautiful like this.” Rio stated as she began to lift Agatha’s right leg, bending it at the knee as she pressed the bite of the rope into the space between her ankle and thigh. 

She kissed along her skin as she circled the cord deliberately around the leg and pulled it through the gap. She repeated the motion, once, twice, before pinching the double columns into place with a careful knot. 

With one leg bound, Rio stopped to soak in the sight of Agatha spread below her, her cunt dripping onto the sheets. 

“So, so beautiful.” Rio repeated as she reached to feel the arousal along her fingers, teasing along her folds with an explorative, selfish need. 

Agatha threw her head back against the pillows, her body arching into the feeling as a soft trail of tears slipped from her eyelids. 

Rio stopped before giving her what she needed, bringing the slick to her lips and sucking it from her digits with a moan. 

“Divine.” 

Rio let herself luxuriate in the taste of her before grabbing the final bundle from the bed.

“You’re being so patient for me. So perfect.” Rio emphasized as she began adjusting Agatha’s free leg into place. 

Agatha trembled at the praise as Rio drew out the last of her bindings, her fingers moving mindlessly as her mouth moved back to the skin of her thigh. 

“So perfect.” Rio punctuated with a kiss. 

“So willing.” She kissed her again. 

“All mine.” 

And as the final knot was secured into place, Rio released her hold of Agatha’s limbs, her legs spreading even wider for her as they found a neutral place to rest along the comforter, her hips canting into the air as if pleading for Rio to touch her. 

Rio stretched her body across her form, reaching into her nightstand as her fingers wrapped around the last items she needed, hiding them from Agatha’s sight as she moved them behind her back. 

The room seemed to widen in anticipation, the walls falling away as though the only thing that existed in that moment was the desire between them. The unmistakable longing. 

For a moment, Rio considered what it all meant. What she meant, if all of this was to simply fall away to a chance encounter, a fleeting exchange. Within it, four days, a single night where, for the first time, Rio had felt as though she was the Sun, only to fade within its fire. 

But with Agatha in front of her, staged like a work of art and staring into her eyes with a soft intensity that seemed to promise forever, she released herself completely from the burden of the goodbye. 

In this moment, she was hers. 

“Keep your eyes on me.” 

Rio stated, reaching for the first item behind her. 

She twisted the cream fabric elastic around her wrist and pressed her chest forward in a seductive display, Agatha gasping into the rope at the sight of her toned arms raising above her head, taming the layers of her hair behind a messy, fraying bun. 

With a sleek, cat-like motion, Rio lowered herself onto the mattress with a daring gaze as she positioned herself between Agatha’s legs and pulled her with a sudden force into her face.

The first contact of Rio’s tongue against her clit caused Agatha to nearly scream against the bindings, her legs jumping against her grip. 

Rio needed her. She needed to taste her. She needed to watch her fall apart beneath her tongue.

She wasted no time as she wrapped her mouth around Agatha, sucking and lapping at her as though it was a religious act, a consummation, their eyes never leaving each other even as Rio rounded the sensitive nerves along her teeth and drove Agatha to buck against her with a sinful, desperate motion. 

Rio moaned at the taste of her, the smell of her, the feeling of her dripping down her chin. 

With each second, she could see Agatha’s internal struggle, how she forced herself to keep her eyes open, how her teeth dug into the rope, how her abs tightened, how her skin was splotched in reddened, sweaty evidence of the pleasure sweeping through her body. 

She was close. 

Rio knew she was close. 

But she couldn’t give it to her. 

Not yet. 

Not without her. 

She pulled away, leaving Agatha to groan in protest, her limbs fighting instinctively against the restraints and body shaking against the denial. 

“Shhhh…” Rio soothed, running her hands along Agatha’s skin as she sat up, “ Patience, Agatha. You’ll get what you need.”

Rio pressed herself back up to her knees and pushed a single strand of her bangs back behind her ear, her face lighting up with a mischievous grin as she spread her legs across Agatha’s center and closed her legs between her. 

Agatha choked against the gag, her head collapsing in ecstasy as Rio’s pressed her core against hers, their arousal mixing in a warm rush of need as Rio began to ride Agatha’s cunt. 

Rio steadied herself along the handle of the rope wrapped across Agatha’s thigh, forcing her to close tighter against her as she sought her own pleasure against Agatha’s, her throbbing, needy clit pulsing into her with each roll of her hips while she fucked her. 

Agatha was practically begging now, her pleading, pathetic noises muffled against her gag as Rio continued to edge them both with the imperfect motion, gliding with a messy, squelching heat as their moans echoed in a disjointed harmony across the room. 

“Can you take more, baby ?” 

Agatha nodded frantically against the bindings, tears pouring unconsciously from her cheeks in a gorgeous, intoxicating display. 

Rio delighted in the desperation, her own thighs shaking while she twisted her body slightly, leaning back as she reached for the object she had hidden at the base of the bed. 

Before Agatha could process what was happening, Rio switched it on. The strong hum of the wand mixed with the wet sounds that filled the room. 

Rio ground her hips into Agatha once again, finding the perfect angle as she pressed the vibrator between their clits, their reactions sounding in a synchronous surprise. 

“Fuck-”

“AHMPH-” 

Agatha sobbed as her orgasm suddenly crashed over her, her limbs convulsing beneath Rio in a spectacular, unrestrained rush. 

But Rio wasn’t going to stop.

She grabbed the rope laced through Agatha’s arms and pulled her to face her. Her beautiful, fucked out, tear-stained, spit-soaked face completely at her mercy as she chased the sensation against her cunt.

“You’re going to cum with me, Agatha. You’re going to give me everything- fuck - everything you have until I say it's enough. Do you hear me? You’re mine.”

Agatha keened as Rio’s words caused a second wave to rush across her body. 

Rio writhed into the sensation, grinding harder against the vibrations, her weight forcing Agatha to submit to the unrelenting stimulation against her overly sensitive clit. 

“That’s it. So good.” Rio gasped, forcing herself to hold out for as long as possible, even as her own pleasure threatened to flood her. She luxuriated in the control, the power, the ruination of the woman still fighting beneath her. 

Agatha broke again, panting and crying in agonizing pleasure. 

And that’s when Rio felt it, Agatha's body spasming with a hot, wet force that coated her center, her thighs, her stomach, dripping between them in streams of clear, overwhelmed arousal. 

Rio came immediately at the sensation, collapsing into the woman below her as her body was hit with a sudden, all-encompassing, trembling orgasm; Agatha continuing to soak her as the final waves of her release crashed through her. 

Agatha and Rio’s chests heaved against each other, their bodies still wet and pulsing as the vibrator fell out from between them and continued to buzz against the sheets. 

Rio caught her breath, letting herself roll slightly over to Agatha’s side, unable to fully bring herself up as her fingers fumbled for the vibrator, and switched it off. 

With a tender concern, Rio released Agatha’s wrists from behind her head.

The moment the rope loosened, Agatha wriggled her face from its cord and breathed out.

“Holy fuck.” 

Rio smirked at the reaction as she felt her muscles start to cooperate with her again. 

“Yeah?” She smirked as she raised her head to meet her. 

“Yeah.” Agatha nodded in bliss as she stretched her arms above her head, “That was... incredible .” 

Rio laughed, placing a small kiss along Agatha’s arm, “Let me take care of you.” 

“Hmmm. I guess you can.” Agatha teased as she pressed herself deeper into the pillows. “You know, considering I'm still yours to take care of for the night.”

Rio didn't know how to interpret her, but she let herself indulge in the feeling anyway as she spent the next five minutes carefully untying and massaging the circulation back into Agatha’s legs with an unmoving devotion, her heart warming as the woman let her eyes close and muscles relax into every touch. 

“You really are so beautiful.” Rio whispered as she rubbed into her calf. 

“Mmmm. You're not too bad yourself.” Agatha winked. 

Rio rolled her eyes at this with a blushing smile. 

“I need to strip the bed. I have some spare sheets that will get us through tonight, assuming…well, you want to stay?”

Agatha shifted slightly, her eyebrow raising at Rio’s suggestion in an unreadable expression. 

“Why wouldn’t I stay?”

“I- I just thought-”

“Rio …” Agatha interrupted her, her voice soft as she gathered herself up and scooted herself up to sit eye level with her. 

Rio’s heart stopped as Agatha’s legs wrapped around her waist, pulling herself into her lap as she was forced to lean back onto the bed. 

“I'm not going anywhere. Not tonight.”

Rio sighed as Agatha’s lips found hers, the kiss delicate and affirming. As if it were all so simple. 

“Think you can carry me to the shower?” Agatha asked playfully. 

“I think I can manage that.” Rio smiled back. 

And as the hours of the night gave way to the early morning, Rio forgot why she was worried. 

She cared for Agatha with a domestic splendor she didn’t know she had and accepted Agatha’s in return with an unfamiliar ease; holding each other as they lathered their bodies with a gentle soap, rubbing conditioner through the tangles in their hair, laughing into soft kisses, stumbling and dripping in towels as they wandered into the kitchen to poke through her random assortment of snacks and leftovers and passing a large bottle of water between them. 

They spoke of things that didn’t matter, light conversations about their belief in ghosts, their opinions of movie remakes, and the types of plants Rio had in her home. 

By the time they made their way back to bed, stripping and remaking it in tandem as they laughed about just how wet it really was, you would have thought they had lived a thousand lives together. 

With a final sweep of her apartment, Rio hit the lights and turned on her fan–a comfort Agatha made fun of her for, but clearly also needed. 

Agatha was already comfortable among the pillows, bare and insistent that Rio stay the same as she held open the sheet and patted the mattress for Rio to join her. 

Rio crawled under the covers with a smile, folding herself into Agatha and drifting off to sleep with the feeling of her fingertips caressing her scalp. 

If it were only tonight, Rio would spend the rest of her life hating tomorrow.

Chapter Text

The first thing she noticed when Rio woke up was just how bright the apartment was. 

The sun was bearing down through the windows at an angle that forced her to eyes to squint and bury herself deeper within the pillows as she groaned at the stiffness in her shoulder blades. 

She breathed in, catching hints of rose and jasmine along with that intoxicating scent of Agatha, mixed with the familiar comfort of her own conditioner and laundry detergent. She clung to it, let herself be enveloped by it, while her arms stretched across the mattress to reach for her. 

But there was nothing. 

Nothing but the resignation now creeping across her mind. A reminder of what she already knew. 

Agatha wasn't here. 

She wasn't hers. 

She groaned as she wrapped herself in her sheets, pulling them over her head as if the darkness could erase her from her reality, her mind slipping back into that comforting veil of fog.

It may have been minutes, it may have been an hour, but Rio was woken up again, this time by the strangest muttering of sounds, muffled and broken beneath the weight of her pillow. 

In her grogginess, her brain slugged to process it, sorting through conscious and unconscious, as if all of it could have been some strange trick of a dream. But the sounds continued in annoying clinking, shifting clatters. 

And then…

…Was that laughter?

She instinctively reached for her phone, her hand clumsily tapping along her nightstand and pulling it under the covers. 

Dead.

Of course, it was dead. 

Rio groaned again, her lips smacking together as she forced herself to roll over beneath her protective cavern, confused and disoriented as she pushed away the sheets and sat up, her hair mangled and bare body exposed from the waist up, sore and covered in reddened, purple marks. 

“Jesus, Rio! Were you ambushed?!” 

Rio blinked at the recognition of the voice, the scene still not fully computing within her half-awake state as she rubbed the sleep from her eyelids. 

She could hear the smirk before she saw her, the laugh choked behind the ring of a glass.

“Well, don’t look at me.” 

And there they were, on the other side of her apartment, Nat and Agatha mingling across the messy surface in her kitchen.

That couldn’t be right. 

Rio stared between the two of them, already falling back into conversation, her mind trying the best it could to bring her up to reality–a feat that was nearly impossible given the circumstances. 

She forced herself out of bed, reaching for her robe that was usually draped across one of the hooks on the side of her armoire, only to find it missing. 

So instead, she grabbed the next closest thing without looking and threw it over her head. Rio forced her limbs through the comically oversized sweatshirt, wide green and white vertical stripes bubbling across her body and a baseball Snoopy cartoon plastered across the center, as she tripped and stumbled her way to the kitchen in a disoriented haze. 

“Good morning, darling.” Agatha said with a soft laugh at the sight of her, her hand reaching out to her to take it as she approached.

Darling?

Rio stared at her hand, and back up at her, her thoughts racing with an incomprehensible spiral of what could possibly be going on.

She glanced over at the clock on her oven. 

2:03 pm. 

2:03 pm, and Agatha was still there. 

Sitting at her table.

Her hair tumbling down her shoulders in tangled, disorganized waves, her face bare, and her pale, marked skin draped in the black silken fabric of her robe. 

As if reading her apprehension, Agatha’s hand wrapped itself through Rio's fingers and pulled her in before quickly finding a casual resting place along her shoulder. 

It felt… nice.  

“Nat here was just telling me about the time you broke your arm at karaoke. An air guitar solo was it?” 

It was true. Rio fell off a two-foot-high stage during a drunken rendition of Evil Woman by Electric Light Orchestra on a ski trip with her friends. She fractured her wrist in two places, spent the night in the emergency room, and still snowboarded the rest of the weekend.

It was an expensive lift ticket. 

But that still didn't explain why her best friend and the woman who was supposed to have disappeared were currently both in her apartment. 

Rio turned her attention to Nat, her shit-eating grin barely hidden beneath her signature mason jar as she took a sip of her latte.  

Her expressions must have been completely transparent because before she could even think to address her, Nat was already speaking. 

“Oh, come on, Rio. I thought you were dead.” 

“So you broke into my apartment and decided to become BFFs with my…”

Rip stopped herself. 

What even was Agatha? 

“I let her in.” Agatha inserted, her voice as steady and neutral as if this was an everyday occurrence, “She knocked, quite incessantly. I didn't want to wake you. And she had coffee so...” 

She trailed off, her hand moving in a gesturing flourish between the three of them as if to punctuate her point. 

Rio didn’t know how to feel. 

She truly didn’t. 

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, a thousand feelings colliding at once in a cruel, pounding spiral, beating against the corners of her mind still trying to fully wake itself. 

“Did you know she was an organizer for that Jane Austen Gala we went to?” 

Nat’s voice cut through the air in a burst of sudden excitement, her usual chipper flair flashing with a volume that was going to make Rio throw something. 

Hard. 

At her face. 

“We actually haven’t talked about my job much.” Agatha mused. 

“You didn’t ask her about her JOB?!” Nat asked in an exaggerated, dumbfounded accusation. 

“I-” Rio froze for a second.

The realization dawned on her that Nat was right. 

Rio hadn’t asked Agatha about her job. 

Rio hadn’t asked Agatha anything personal.

She hadn’t had the opportunity to. 

But that was because of Agatha, wasn’t it? 

Every message, every moment so far seemed to hover in the space between sexy and surface, fueling the balance of tension and ease that seemed to swirl between the two of them with a natural rhythm. 

That’s what this was. 

Just a whirlwind of dangerous decisions. 

Agatha didn't offer anything else.

She didn’t want to deepen it. 

She didn’t even want to see her again. 

Right? 

Except maybe that wasn’t true. 

She was still here. 

She was still here. 

“Nat, please get the fuck out of my apartment.”

The words left Rio’s voice with an uncharacteristic agitation. A harsh, biting command.  

“But-” Nat frowned, her voice dropping in confusion. 

Rio cut off her argument before it could even begin, “Absolutely not.”  

“Ugh. Fine.” Nat conceded. 

She dismounted her barstool with a roll of her eyes, gathering her keys and coffee in her hands, and walked towards the exit. As if trying to be the most aggravating version of herself, she hovered in the space between for as long as possible, waving over her shoulder while Rio nearly closed the door on top of her. 

“Nice meeting you, Agatha! Don't forget me!” 

“I'm sure that'd be impossible.” Agatha called from the counter, a hint of sarcasm peeking through her smile. 

Rio clicked the door shut, twisting and bolting the lock like in a fury. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the wood as she steadied herself with a much-needed breath. 

“I- I'm sorry about that. Nat is…” 

“Really something.” Agatha beat her to it, causing Rio to bring her hands to her face as she laughed in disbelief at her friend’s antics.

“Yeah. She really is.” 

An awkward silence fell between them as Rio hovered awkwardly in the entryway, scanning the apartment as if the answer to what to do next could be found within its walls.

Just say something. Anything. 

“So, Jane Austen?”

“It was for work.” Agatha dismissed with a light shrug and an amused smile, her legs uncrossing and recrossing as she stared at Rio. 

“And, what do you do… for… work? ” The question felt awkward coming from Rio’s mouth, the words bouncing in a weird cadence as if the silliness of it could somehow save her the embarrassment.

Agatha’s face scrunched slightly as if trying to think of how to phrase the answer. 

“I deal in rare and antique books. Special collections. First editions. Banned texts…” she trailed off slightly for a moment, “...the gala was just a favor for a buyer. They wanted a few items to auction off for charity. I provided them.” 

Rio could feel her shoulders relaxing, as if this simple knowledge about Agatha could somehow spare her from the question of what came next. 

And in part, it did. 

This could be simple. Just let it be simple. 

“That’s… really cool.”

Agatha laughed at this, “It can be.” 

Another pause. 

“Look, I-” 

“Do you-” 

Both of them started. Both of them stopped. 

“You first.” Agatha stated. 

“No. Please, I insist.” Rio responded.

“Nope, you go.” Agatha pushed back with a teasing expression.

“Alright, alright.” Rio raised her hands in a joking surrender as she left the safety of the entryway and made her way back over to the counter, leaning over it as her bare leg tapped mindlessly in place.

It was stupid, really, but it was the only thing she could think of. 

Simple.

“Do you want to go to breakfast?”

“ Breakfast? ” Agatha’s eyebrow quirked. 

“Lunch? Dinner? Whatever the appropriate meal is… do you want to go?”

Agatha looked at her, those piercing blue eyes flashing with something she couldn’t quite read as she bit the inside of her cheek in consideration.   

“Okay.” She answered after a beat, “I’m going to need to borrow something to wear, though.”

Rio laughed in relief, “I think I can manage that.”

They smiled at each other for a moment, their cheeks blushing slightly as they stared across the table. 

“I like this.” Agatha lilted as she leaned forward, her hand flirtatiously reaching for Rio’s collar.

“Me or the sweatshirt?” Rio smiled.

“Both.” Agatha punctuated the sentiment by pulling Rio into an awkwardly stretched kiss across the table, balancing on the bar stool as her other hand caught her weight against the counter. 

Rio hummed into her lips. Soft, gentle, and sweet with the traces of morning breath and coffee. 

Agatha released her hold, and suddenly she was climbing onto the counter, calculated and clumsy, as she navigated the cluttered surface, brushing various items out of her path with a mischievous purpose. 

Rio could feel the warmth creeping across her skin as she watched her, catching a glimpse of the robe slipping open slightly beneath its tie and falling over Agatha’s shoulder as the pale edges of her cleavage came into view. 

She quickly reached the edge of the counter, slipping her legs under herself and letting them fall to either side of Rio’s body as she wrapped her arms around Rio’s neck.

“Much better.” She commented as she reclaimed Rio’s lips in another kiss, sucking Rio’s lower lip into her mouth and encouraging her tongue to slide along her own in a tender motion. 

“You’re an absolute menace.” Rio laughed against the feeling, her arms falling naturally around Agatha’s waist. 

“It’s my best quality.” Agatha smirked into the motion with a punctuated rock of her hips into Rio’s front. 

Despite the sweatshirt, Agatha’s legs were hitched just so that Rio could feel the soft skin of her thighs along hers, the heat of her just out of reach.

Agatha looked at her with a gleam in her eyes as she bit her lip in a wordless, shameless request. 

Insatiable. 

Rio’s tongue poked in her cheek, “Do you want something, Agatha?”

“What if I did?” She questions, her fingers playing with tangles in Rio’s hair. 

Rio’s voice lowers, “Then you'd have to ask me for it.” 

“Mmmm.” Agatha hums, her eyes dropping to Rio’s lips, “Kiss me.”

Rio played into the request, running her hands across the length of Agatha’s back, her neck, her hair, and bringing her lips within a centimeter of Agatha’s. She smirked as the woman’s lips parted, her eyes closed, her chest heaving. 

Maybe it was the frustration of the morning, or the uncertainty still looming behind her eyes, but Rio wasn’t ready to give it to her. 

With a harsh, sudden grip, Rio wrapped into the waves of hair along the nape of her neck and pulled. 

Agatha growled excitedly at the motion, her head forced backwards and neck exposed to Rio’s lips. 

“Ah ah ah.” Rio tsked against her throat, “Ask me nicely.” 

“Baby… ” Agatha pouts, her hips rolling forward as she raked her hands down Rio’s back. 

Rio’s knees nearly buckled at the word, steadying herself by pulling harder against Agatha’s scalp even as the other woman’s hands started to wander underneath Rio’s sweatshirt.

Rio shook her head playfully, “So needy.” 

With her free hand, she started to drift along the hem of the robe, grazing the skin of Agatha’s thigh, inching closer and closer to her center with tantalizing sweeps of her fingertips as she folded her body ever so slightly into her to speak. 

“Ask me nicely, or you get nothing.” 

Agatha groaned in frustration, now palming Rio’s ass beneath her sweatshirt, “Please .” 

Rio tugged her hair again, “Please, what?” 

“Please, Rio, I need your mouth. I- I need you to eat me out. I need you inside me. Please.”

Rio had to bite back her moan at the request, resolved to maintain whatever control she could, her fingernails now raking the skin of Agatha’s inner thigh as the other hand released her grip from her hair and began to travel down the line of her breasts. 

“All of this before breakfast?” She teased. 

Agatha twitched against the dueling sensations, her voice dropping in a threatening tone. 

“Rio, I swear-”

But she was interrupted by Rio dipping into her, teasing her entrance with a precise, slow motion of her knuckles. 

Agatha moaned as Rio soaked in the feeling of her, the dripping, frustrated counterbalance to Rio’s growing need, forcing Agatha to writhe in her arousal as Rio denied her what she wanted. 

Made her wait.

Just to prove again that she could.

That she could hold them both within that scintillating feeling of anticipation. 

The push and pull. 

The mirror to what Rio was still facing within herself.

“You swear what, Agatha?” 

Without warning, Agatha jerked forward, grabbing Rio’s wrist and forcing her to press deeper into her core. 

Rio’s eyes flashed up at her at the surprising pain of it, the sharp edges of her fingernails pressing with a force into the sensitive skin of her forearm. 

Agatha looked into her with a daring certainty as she leaned in closer to whisper into her ear. 

“That you’ll regret it .” 

A jolt shot through Rio’s spine as her own wetness began to drip down the bare skin of her thighs at the switch. 

“Now,” Agatha continued as she pulled Rio’s fingers in and out of her with a slow, punctuating motion, “Can you please get down on your knees and give me what I want?”

Fuck.

Rio’s resolve shattered, groaning as her clit pulsed between her thighs. 

She lowered herself to her knees as though it were instinct, her hand still trapped within Agatha’s grasp as she looked down at her with a knowing, boastful smirk and adjusted her perch along the counter to drape her legs along Rio’s shoulder.

“Good girl.” 

Rio whimpered at the praise, unable to look away from those icy blue eyes, now darkened and dangerous, as she brought her tongue to Agatha’s center with a long, languid taste across her hand still thrusting inside her. 

Agatha’s head rolled back at the sensation, her hand letting go of her wrist and twisting into Rio’s unbrushed layers as she guided her mouth to her clit. 

Rio was lost immediately to the taste of her, her cunt throbbing as she sucked and licked at Agatha with an invigorated need, staring in ecstasy as the robe, her robe, fell off the side of Agatha’s shoulder and exposed one of her erect nipples to the air, pink and swollen. 

The sight made Rio curl her fingers deeper, eliciting those desperate, filthy sounds from the woman above her, her hips pulsing and thighs squeezing against her face with each new thrust. 

Agatha’s free hand started to play against her own piercing, twisting the metal bars as she groped at the breast with a keening desperation.

“ Fuck - Rio. Touch yourself for me. Please. Need you to- Need you to cum with me.” 

Rio moaned against her, contorting and shifting her legs to spread wider beneath her. She was absolutely dripping, slipping through it as she tried to find the friction she needed against her clit as she pinched the hood between her knuckles and ground her hips along the air. 

Agatha’s walls pulsed against her fingers, legs bucking with the impending release as Rio continued to fuck her with a steady, deep pressure, swallowing every drop of arousal into her mouth with an insatiable, consuming determination.

“So close, please, so close baby.” Agatha whined as she rolled her hips farther off the side of the counter and along Rio’s shoulders. 

The weight, the heat, the suffocating pressure of her thighs along her neck all threatened to send Rio deeper into her submission, her mind floating as if under a spell. 

She let her eyes close, enveloped in the overwhelming sensations of it, everything mixing so deliciously into the exhaustion still lingering in her waking mind. 

It was all Agatha.

Agatha. Agatha. Agatha.  

Rio’s orgasm crashed over her with a trembling, all-encompassing warmth buzzing from the corners of her forehead to the inside of her cunt as her arousal leaked across her thighs and threatened to spill onto the hardwood floors below.

And as the current pulsed through her, she felt Agatha tighten, indulging in the aftershocks as her nails gripped into her scalp with an uncontrolled tension, the pain sending another wave through her body as Agatha’s release cascaded in contracting pulses across her fingers and coated the corners of her mouth with a loud, shameless moan of Rio on her lips. . 

Both of their bodies slumped over themselves as the kitchen went quiet with the sounds of low, uneven breaths. 

Rio gathered herself up off the floor, moving Agatha’s legs with careful consideration as they were quickly replaced with the weight of Agatha’s arms as they balanced against each other in a haphazard embrace.   

Rio let herself indulge in the feeling of her, the smell, the softness, as her still heavy head fell forward into the crook of her neck. 

Agatha held her there, adjusting her chin and hands as if needing to be closer to her, to pull her in tighter. 

“What if we just went back to sleep?” Rio muttered. 

Agatha sighed into the warmth as if there was nothing she wanted more, but the moment was interrupted by the growling in her stomach. 

The sound caused them both to laugh softly. 

Agatha sighed as she nuzzled herself deeper, “Food first.” 

Rio breathed it in, “Deal.”

Despite the agreement, they lingered along the island for several more minutes, eyes closed and entwined in the lazy, blissful feeling of each other. 

And again, Rio was filled with the overwhelming recognition of how much she already felt for her. 

How much she wanted this. 

“Help me down?” Agatha whispered.

Rio smiled, “Of course, m’lady.” 

Rio’s hands gripped tighter around Agatha’s thighs as she lifted her off the edge of the counter with a quick motion, eliciting a small, nearly giggled squeal from the woman as she spun her around and lowered her slowly to the ground with a blushing curl of her lips. 

And to Rio’s surprise, Agatha kissed her again as she found her footing, light and warm along her cheek, before she turned and walked away as if leading Rio back through her own apartment. 

“I don't think I’ll ever get tired of that.”

The comment was soft, nearly off-handed. A moment where Rio was unsure she had ever heard it. Or if Agatha even meant to say it. 

But it was there, out in the open.

The future it held offered like a rope with which Rio could finally pull herself from the depths of her concern.

Let this be simple. 

“T-shirt and jeans okay?” Rio asked as she moved behind her to start collecting their clothes. 

“Perfect.” Agatha responded, shooting a wink over her shoulder as she let herself drop in a heap of limbs onto the couch. 

And they were. 

Perfect.

She tried to memorize every detail of Agatha in her clothes. Her Black Sabbath t-shirt, baggy jeans that seemed to hug the curves of her ass far better than they did Rio’s, the striped band of Rio’s comfortable cheeky underwear, peaking out just slightly from the waist when she would move. 

She seemed comfortable in them. 

As if they were already hers. 

Rio threw on a white ribbed tank and a pair of baggy cargo shorts herself, laughing at the insistence of Agatha that even though it was mid-summer, she needed to keep the Snoopy sweatshirt on. 

They laughed even more at the complete disarray of their hair. 

Rio ultimately chose to brush hers out and throw it in a clip while Agatha refused to do anything. A choice that Rio absolutely loved. 

Everything just seemed to click. Slipping back into that same ease from the night before.

Rio grabbed her keys and packed a small tote while Agatha helped herself to making two absurdly large to-go cups of cold brew for the road and picked out a pair of her old checked vans to slide on–the fact that they had the same shoe size being only slightly concerning to Rio, who, admittingly, was very protective over her shoes. 

“Ready?” Rio asked as she grabbed two pairs of sunglasses from a bowl on the kitchen counter and offered one of them to Agatha. 

Agatha laughed at the aviator frames, sliding them over her face in a dramatic flair.

“Oh, I'm ready.”

Chapter Text

The diner stood alone on the outskirts of town, a beloved, well-worn building standing like a welcome sign to those who recognized it, “Ralph’s” etched in broken letters above the entryway.

Rio’s tires pulled across the gravel parking lot with a crunch, the sound of it settling into her chest with a near-cleansing comfort. 

Despite an incredibly entertaining argument with the hostess regarding Agatha’s insistence that she be allowed to bring her own coffee into the establishment, the two women settled into a booth and placed their orders fairly quickly. 

A small mercy, Rio thought, as the intensity of her hunger spiked within the syrup-soaked walls. 

She watched Agatha, sunglasses still pulled over her eyes, as she caught her head in her palm and leaned with a clear wave of exhaustion against the counter. 

“Next time, we’re door-dashing.” She mumbled. 

“Oh, are we?” Rio laughed. 

“Well, neither of us is cooking.” Agatha gestured between them.

Rio feigned offense at this, “Hey, I can cook.”

“Can you?” Agatha questioned. 

“Yes, actually.”

“Then why did we leave?”

“I-” 

Shit. 

“Don’t tell me I could have been fed and fucked already?” Agatha moaned. 

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.”

The two women fell into a fit of laughter, Rio’s face stained in a perpetual blush as Agatha rolled her eyes and pushed her sunglasses back along her hairline, a smile curling against her lips. 

There was something in Agatha’s expressions, the way her face flashed between her instinctual bitchiness, huffing and groaning as she dropped her face into her hands and kicked Rio beneath the table like she was annoyed at how obvious her endearment was.

Rio couldn’t necessarily describe it, but it was addictive.

That something so inherently Agatha could be brought out by Rio just, well, being Rio.

It wasn’t long before their table was filled with what could only be described as an over-eager order of pancakes, waffles, homestyle hashbrowns, bacon, toast, and sunny-side-up eggs. 

There was not an ounce of shame shared between them as they began passing and sliding plates in a rush of synchronized mouthfuls, moaning and smiling into each bite with a ravenous glee. 

Rio couldn’t stop staring as Agatha ate, delighting in the fact that she completely neglected her knife in favor of the side of her fork, carving into the thick waffles and stabbing them with a self-induced fury and chewing as if she couldn’t consume them fast enough. 

“I can’t believe you’re real.” Rio grinned.

Agatha's brows furrowed as she made sense of the comment, her face giving her away with a new bloom of red along her cheeks as she nearly threw her head back in a choked laugh. 

“God, you’re a pervert.” She punctuated as she grabbed another bite. 

“Says the pervert.” Rio winked as she mirrored the motion, the comment earning her yet another kick under the table. 

Rio couldn’t fight the little wiggle of her shoulders as the blood sugar rushed through her body, spurred on by the sheer contentment at Agatha still being in her presence. 

Perhaps that is why she finally decided to say something. 

“Agatha?”

“Hmm?” She mumbled as she swallowed. 

“What happens next?”

“Well, personally, I was hoping for a round, what, four? five? Seven?”

Rio shook her head at the obvious deflection, a laugh cut by her lip being pulled between her teeth. 

“You're impossible.”

“Always, but…” 

Agatha paused for a moment, her tone slipping into something more approachable, more honest, even though it still held the same sting of a woman who would rather skip the conversation entirely. 

“... Jesus, Rio, I don't know.”

“You don’t know?” 

“I don't know.” She repeated plainly.

“You can’t give me more than that?” 

Agatha lowered her eyes, her fork now piercing the remaining food mindlessly. 

“I fly out on Monday. I’ll know more when I am back.”

“Okay, when are you back?”

Agatha shifted awkwardly in her seat, her hand spiraling through the air as if trying to dismiss what she already knew was coming. 

“A month. Maybe two. I… I didn't exactly book a return flight.”

Rio went silent as her mind fought to keep up. 

“You didn't think to mention this?”

“I, Rio…” Agatha sighed, “ …this is what I was trying to tell you last night. I just, we just, got carried away. I didn’t expect any of this to happen.”

Rio was dumbfounded, the frustration and confusion starting to seep through in an ironic cadence as she spoke. 

“So you’re… what? You’re moving? You’re working? Please, don't tell me you're married.” 

Agatha blinked back at this, her face scrunching and fork dropping onto her plate as if insulted by the sheer suggestion of it. 

“I, no, I'm not married. Who do you think I am?”

“Then what is it?” Rio questioned incredulously.

Agatha groaned, “I can't- I don't want to talk about this right now.” 

And usually, Rio may have pulled back at the boundary. Waited for a better moment, an easier moment, but the feeling now coursing its way through Rio’s bloodstream wasn’t something that she could contain. Her next words flowed out of her in a dejected, accusatory ramble. 

“Let me get this straight. I’m just supposed to sit here and finish breakfast with you, take you home, fuck you the way you want, and then you… you leave ? Indefinitely? Without so much as telling me where you’re going or why you’re leaving in the first place?”

Agatha’s eyes closed, her hands running across her temples as Rio spoke.

“Yeah, you know what? Yeah, Yeah, Rio. You’re right. That’s exactly right.” 

Rio was taken aback by the biting sarcasm so clearly embedded within Agatha’s defensiveness.

“You don’t mean that.” 

“Why wouldn’t I? I mean, clearly you think I’m capable of it.”

And there it was again, the off-handed accusation striking her with such casual venom that she was truly at a loss for words. 

“I- woah. Time out.”

“Time out?” Agatha scoffed, “Are we in some sports match I don’t know about?”

Rio shook her head at this, the absurdity of her own impulses, but the path was already set.

“Yeah. Actually. We are. Time Out .” She emphasized by forming a “T” with the palms of her hands. 

Agatha slinked back in her seat, her arms crossing across her chest in a smug observation. 

“Who’s winning?” Agatha teased.

Rio had to bite back her annoyance, “You really can’t help yourself, can you?”

She shrugged, “Don’t have the instinct.”

They sat for a minute, sitting across from each other in an uncertain yet charged silence, Rio trying to put together the pieces that Agatha was still set on hiding. And it struck her, all at once, how this woman could be so secretive and yet so transparent at the same time. 

“Is everything alright with you ladies?” The waiter casually asked as he approached the table.

Rio forced a smile, “All set, we’ll just take the check when you have a chance?” 

“I’m going to call a car.” Agatha stated, digging her phone out from her pocket.

Rio didn’t think. She just moved, reaching across the table and snatching the phone from her hands, refusing to give Agatha the out she was desperately trying to find. 

“Hey!” She shouted, “What the fuck, Rio!”

“You can have this back once we actually have a conversation.”

“Rio, I am a 32-year-old woman. You are not playing keep away with my phone. Now hand it back.”

Rio pocketed the phone in her cargo shorts, “Oh, so you’re 32? That’s a great start.” 

“I- what?” Agatha blinked, her brows furrowing as she responded, “How old are you?”

“Twenty-nine.”

“Huh, I would’ve pegged you for older.” She commented. 

“Rude!” Rio feigned a gasp. “What’s your favorite animal?” 

“Rio, this is ridi-”

“Answer the question, Agatha.” 

Agatha smirked at the seriousness of the interruption, her body loosening slightly. 

It was the type of relaxed that hovered on an amused annoyance, a dare. And to Rio’s surprise, she accepted it, tossing her hair across her shoulder and reaching for a stray piece of bacon. 

“Rabbit.” 

“Ah, is that why you have the tattoo?”

“Partly.” 

“You know, they’re a symbol for change just as much as they are for luck.”

“Yeah, that's…” Agatha seemed to reflect, “...that’s exactly why I like them.” 

“Plus, they’re horny little bastards, fitting for you.”

Agatha shook her head at this, her mouth full as she choked back a laugh, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Rio leaned forward, her cheeks warming again at Agatha’s response. She grabbed a fork and dramatically stabbed into a syrup-drenched pancake, threw her head back, and dropped the absurdly sized piece into her mouth in a singular comedic motion. 

“I like turtles, by the way.” She spoke through protruding cheeks, her fork waving in the air, “But I’m not like one of those turtle freaks or anything, I’m normal about it. Plants though? Freak .”

“I noticed.” She smirked, grabbing a piece of toast and dragging it lazily through her egg yolks.

“Good relationship with your mother?” Rio continued as she swallowed.

“God no.” Agatha groaned before taking a bite. 

“Should’ve seen that coming.”

Agatha rolled her eyes at this, “And I’m sure you have a great family?”

“The best.” Rio smiled, “Believe it or not, I think they’d love you.”

“I doubt that.” She muttered.  

Rio responded casually, “Why wouldn’t they?” 

Agatha’s face fell at this. A quick, quiet slip of something Rio couldn’t quite read.

But before she could analyze it any further, they were interrupted by the waiter returning with the bill, a plain piece of receipt paper folded down the middle. 

“Whenever you're ready, you can go pay up at the counter.”

“Thank you.” 

“Let me.” Agatha chimed in, sliding out of the booth as she reached for it. 

“Agatha-”

“I insist, it’s, it’s the least I can do.” She smiled weakly.

Rio accepted it for what it was, an apology, a white flag perhaps, in the only way Agatha was capable. 

She watched her as she walked across the diner. She seemed smaller somehow, interacting with the staff and paying for the meal in cash with a calm, nearly voiceless series of exchanges and placing the change within a large, handwritten tip jar at the front of the register. 

She almost expected her to run. 

Dart out of the door and disappear. 

Leaving Rio still trying to rationalize what Agatha Harkness even wanted in the first place.

But she didn't.

She walked back to the table, hands in the pockets of Rio’s jeans, shoulders rolling back along her ears in a mindless stretch, her voice low.  

“Is it too much to ask to finish this at your place?” 

“It depends.” Rio shrugged, twisting her body to face Agatha, her arm resting casually on the back of the booth with her sweatshirt bunching around her elbows. 

“On?”

“Are we going to talk about what happens when you leave?”

Agatha looked at her, jaw tight and eyes narrowed as if she were weighing her options. It amused Rio just how much of Agatha’s agitation seemed to be self-induced. 

“Yes. We can…” She flicked her wrist in a silly punctuation, “... talk about it .” 

“Great.” Rio smiled, popping one last piece of cold pancake into her mouth as she slid out of the booth, “Vamos.”

And there it was, that same blushing eye roll as Agatha walked out of the diner, Rio trailing behind her with an invigorated determination as they climbed back into her SUV. 

All things considered, the ride back was quite normal. Short, mundane, wrapped in the comforting distraction of alternative rock and the blurring of trees between stop signs. 

If there was awkwardness to be had, Rio simply didn't let herself feel it. Choosing instead to focus on the conversation ahead. 

What she wanted. 

Which, unfortunately, seemed to hinge on what Agatha may or may not tell her. 

And as they climbed the stairs up to Rio’s walk-up, her keys jangling against the now-empty metal of the to-go cups Agatha brought with them, she tried to remind herself that, regardless of the connection she felt for her, Agatha was still a stranger. 

Rio was still a stranger. 

Maybe all that mattered was if there was room for them to be more. 

She took a breath and unlocked the door to her apartment. 

“Can I get you anything? A water?”

“I wouldn't say no to a coffee.” Agatha answered, already moving to find a spot on the couch.

“Same as before?”

“Perfect.” 

Rio steadied herself in the act, grabbing a glass, pouring the premade cold brew and oat milk creamer over ice. It wasn’t Nat’s homemade lattes, but Agatha certainly didn't seem to have a problem with it. 

She grabbed a water for herself and made her way to the living room. 

“Thanks, doll.” Agatha smiled, reaching for the glass and adjusting her seat along the cushions, leaning back into the armrest, and crossing her legs in front of her. 

She looked at her, her icy blue eyes and brown hair catching the evening sun through the blinds with a warm, striated glow along her cheeks, the bend in her nose, the edges of her jaw…

“Are you going to sit down?” Agatha questioned. 

Right. 

“Getting there.” She bit her lip, internally mocking herself for already getting distracted by the vision of her as she sank into the cushions.

“Do you want to start?” Rio added. 

“I can.” Agatha took a sip of her coffee, “I am capable of emotion, you know.” 

“I didn't doubt that.” Rio states plainly.

“Some do.”

“Well, I don't.” 

The reassurance was just as cutting as it was comforting, Rio’s nerves biting along her skin. 

Agatha didn’t seem to notice, taking a breath as she started, “I can't tell you where I'm going.” 

“Agatha-”

“Let me finish.” The interruption was quickly paired with an insinuating request, “ Please .” 

Rio readjusted her legs, nodding for her to continue. 

“But, I- I want to… see where this goes.” 

“See where this goes?” Rio repeated in partial surprise. 

“That’s what I said.”

Rio let it sink in, her body warming and tongue poking into her cheek as the realization hit. 

“You want me.” 

“What?” Agatha shifted, her breath catching. 

“Say it.” 

Agatha’s eyes flashed in defiance, “No.”

Rio crept across the couch, her confidence rushing back with a dangerous certainty as she grabbed the glass out of Agatha’s hands and placed it on the coffee table.

“Say it.” Rio moved to straddle her lap as she spoke, looking down at the clear excitement written along Agatha’s face, “Say that you want me.”

“No.” She repeated, her voice a low whisper, her chest pressing forward, and her gaze drifting to Rio’s lips. 

“That's too bad.” Rio stated, sliding off of Agatha’s lap, “For a second there, I really thought we were making progress.” 

“Are you hot?” She added, teasingly pulling at the hem of her sweatshirt, “I'm so hot.” 

She didn't take her eyes off Agatha. How she sat there, the image of stubborn confidence, her legs spreading casually and fingers fiddling with the edges of her hair. She relished in knowing how shamelessly she watched her, how she scanned her body in a calculating smirk, while Rio pulled it over her head. 

Rio’s arms flexed against the motion, her dark nipples hardened and visible beneath the thin fabric of her white ribbed tank top as she tossed the striped sweatshirt at Agatha’s face. 

“You're being a brat.” Agatha stated, her hand grabbing hold of the sleeve and throwing it forcibly over the couch. 

Rio turned as she stretched, unclipping her hair, and letting it shake out across her shoulders, “I'm sorry, did you say something?” 

“Rio …” Agatha’s voice lowered behind her. 

“For a second I thought, I heard something.” 

“Rio.” Agatha repeated.

“Yes?” Rio lilted, as she looked back over her shoulders. 

Agatha was standing now, her face inches from Rio’s, her pupils blown wide.

“I want you.”

“Come again?”

“God, you’re so fucking annoying.” 

Agatha grabbed Rio by her hair, closing the distance and crashing her lips into hers. Rio smirked beneath the sloppy kiss, their tongues rushing across each other as Rio stumbled, slightly off balance into her body. 

“I want you.” Agatha repeated, grabbing at Rio’s tank and peeling it off. 

Rio moaned, “How do you want me?”

“Over the couch.” 

Rio trembled, Agatha’s fingers pushing her cargo shorts and boxers down in one swift motion. She stepped out of the legs, letting Agatha manhandle her as she shifted them into place, twisting Rio around and pulling her head back over her shoulder to steal one last heady kiss, biting into her lip with a growl. 

In an instant, Agatha pushed Rio down between her shoulder blades, bending her body over the arm rest, and running her free hand along the inside of her thighs. 

Rio’s heart raced as she succumbed to the touch, her back arching into the feeling as her arousal rushed between her legs. 

It was pathetic really, she knew it. Just how easily she would crumble at the hands of this woman. And yet she was flooded with the gratification of pushing her over the edge. Pushing her past her limit. 

Making her admit how much she wanted her. 

How much she wanted this. 

Just as badly as she did. 

“Oh, honey.” Agatha mocked, her fingers sliding between her folds and brushing ever so faintly along her clit before pulling away. 

Rio whined in the absence of her touch, her hips pressing backwards in search of her, but was met with nothing.

Just as Rio was about to turn back to face her, a hard, sharp sting landed across her ass cheek. 

“Fuck.” She whimpered as fresh heat rushed across her body. 

“Did you think you could act like that and get away with it?”  

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Rio responded with feigned innocence. 

“No?” Agatha pouted, rubbing her nails along the marked flesh. 

“Uh-huh.” Rio shook her head. 

Agatha brought her hand down again, her palm colliding across the reddened skin like a target. 

Rio moaned at the pain, her head falling into the couch cushions as Agatha soothed the bruise with soft, trailing fingers, her still fully clothed body brushing along Rio’s back as she leaned forward.

“Tell me to stop.” She whispered. 

Rio’s head shook again instinctively, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Mmmm,” Agatha hummed, “So you agree, you deserve to be punished?”

“I…”

God, she was infuriating. 

“... yes.” 

“For?” Agatha questioned as she stood again, the harsh fabric of her jeans pressing Rio’s cunt while her hands massaged into the muscle of Rio’s glutes with a delectable pressure. 

“Acting like a- FUCK!””

The piercing sound of her scream cracked through the air as she was spanked again. 

Agatha’s voice cooed behind her, “Acting like a what?” 

“A brat. Acting like a brat.” Rio confession mumbled into the cushions. 

“And after I was so good too.” Agatha tsked in a condescending, honeyed voice, “After I was honest with you. After I told you I wanted to keep seeing you. Are you going to make me regret that choice, Rio? ”

Another slap. Quick and radiating along the curve of fresh skin. 

“No.” She whimpered.

“Again.” Agatha punctuated with yet another bruising mark. 

“NO! No, I won’t- I’ll, I’ll be so good for you, Agatha. I swear. So so good.” She cried, her legs trembling and slick starting to drip along the inside of her thighs. 

“Shh, I know, baby.” Agatha’s hands moved to spread through Rio’s center, the touch causing her to moan as her fingers pressed slowly into her entrance. 

Rio melted at the pet name, the sensation rippling through her as Agatha curled into her front wall from behind. 

Agatha gripped Rio’s hip with her free hand, encouraging Rio to rock into each slow, agonizing thrust, pressing harder against that sweet, sensitive tissue.

“That’s it, baby.”

Rio closed her eyes, her mouth hanging open as the sounds of her pleasure poured out of her in gasped, desperate moans. 

And just as she got used to the sensation, the steady, unrelenting pressure, Agatha resumed her punishment, the open face of her palm colliding again and again in quick succession along her ass. 

The pain coursed through her body in an overwhelming and addictive rush of heat. The sting radiating in pulses that forced her to take Agatha’s fingers deeper against the writhing impulses of her body. 

Her vision blurred along the edges, her mind floating higher and higher as Agatha fucked her. 

Claimed her. 

All of it crashing into Rio with the ecstasy of knowing she could have it. 

That she could take it.

That she would take it, over and over again. 

Agatha slid another two fingers into Rio, all four digits now stretching her open as her thumb started to brush against her clit.

Rio keened at the fullness, at Agatha filling her up.

“Look at you.” Agatha praised, “My filthy girl. Who knew you were such a pain slut.”

She spanked her without reservation now, the impact causing Rio to scream in blissful agony, her voice cracking in a nearly unintelligible series of cries.

“Yes, Agatha. Please. Please. I deserve it. I need it. Please. I'm yours. Your pain slut. Please.”

“Does my little slut want to cum for me?” Agatha emphasized, somehow finding new surface area to punish along Rio’s thigh. 

“Yes, please.”

“Show me baby, show me how much you need it.”

And Rio did, managing to press herself back up along her elbows and grinding her body back as best she could into Agatha’s hand with a humiliating, needy pace. 

Agatha used the opportunity to grab Rio’s hair, wrapping the dark layers into a dangerous, twisted grip that pulled along Rio’s scalp with a satisfyingly brutal control.

Everything hit Rio all at once, her body threatening to collapse as her orgasm coursed through each nerve ending, her blood pulsing against ever inch of tender flesh and cunt clenching against Agatha while the sensitive muscle fought wave after wave of euphoric, dizzying heat. 

Her vision blurred, her mind lost to the feeling as Agatha caught her, letting go of her hair and arm wrapping around her front as she lowered her, body pressed against hers, back into the cushions. 

She came to with Agatha’s hand still inside her and the other rubbing soothing, abstracted shapes along her skin.

Rio hummed into the feeling. 

“You did so well for me.” Agatha whispered, her hair tickling her sides as she bent forward and began placing kisses along Rio's shoulder blades. 

Rio whimpered as she felt Agatha’s hand slowly, gently, pull in and out of her cunt, her thumb lightly resuming it’s motion along her clit.

It was heaven. Every single muscle in Rio’s body sinking into the feeling of Agatha praising her. Soothing her. Delighting in her. 

It didn't feel like just care, but worship. A dedication.

Agatha continued to place open-mouthed kisses along Rio’s skin, licking the aching muscles while her free hand worked to scratch lithe patterns along her scalp, her back, her sides. 

It was the perfect pressure, the kind that hovered between the space of ticklish and painful, raking reddened lines that would disappear before they were completed. 

“My good girl.” Agatha added as she kissed down the small of her back. 

Rio whined as she slowly and steadily picked up the pace within her center, letting her pinky fall away as she massaged into Rio’s aching cunt with three fingers. 

“Feels so good. ” Rio moaned brainlessly into the cushions.

“You're so perfect for me, baby. You have such a pretty pussy.” 

Rio didn't think she could sink any deeper into that couch than she already had, but she was convinced at that moment she would disintegrate into it if she could. Dissolve into nothing but a fucked out, euphoric impression of a woman. 

Agatha continued her ministrations, the lazy, deep pulses pulling moan after euphoric moan from Rio.

“Agatha ?”

“Hmm?”

“Can you kiss me?”

“Yes… I- of course,” Agatha slowed her hand, adjusting her body behind Rio, “but I need to pull out, okay?”

Rio wasn't sure she had ever experienced such tenderness, her brain thankfully still mushy enough not to question or even think about how unexpected the source really was as she nodded her response.

Agatha moved her hands from Rio, helping her gain her footing as Agatha let herself sink into the cushions, her left hand laced in Rio’s right. 

“Can you, can you take those off?” Rio asked. 

Agatha’s face dropped for a second, her eyes clearly trying to process the request as she realized she was still completely clothed. 

She bit her lip, as if suddenly shy, before nodding. Rio stared at her, her body still humming with need, as she stripped and tossed everything to the side in an unceremonious act. 

“Come here.” Agatha beckoned as she settled back into the couch. 

Rio wobbled as she straddled Agatha’s body, her legs curling around her waist as her head fell forward into her neck.

Both women seemed to breathe in the scent of each other, the feeling of their bare skin pressed into the haphazard embrace, warm and pliant and familiar in a way that simply worked. 

“Do you want my fingers?” Agatha asked, brushing a stray piece of hair from Rio’s face.

“Yes, please.” Rio nodded into her. 

With a small, cautious adjustment, Agatha dropped her arm and returned her fingers into Rio’s cunt, letting her set the pace as she rode her, her hips seeking out the same, slow, massaging pressure from before. 

Rio let her eyes close again, her body drifting off into the warm, endless sensations of Agatha as their lips found each other. 

It was soft, it was needy, a near-sinful comfort. Indulging in that delicate, tempestuous space that hung between lust and love that neither were likely to recognize, nor acknowledge–their bodies both simply taking what they needed. 

Rio’s hand moved of its own volition, tracing down the lines of Agatha’s breasts, her stomach, the coarse, wet edges of her bush, and dipping into her soaked center. 

Both women moaned as Rio’s fingers began to mindlessly explore just how much she had affected the woman. And with each sweep, Agatha’s body seemed to tremble into her as though already right on the edge of her own undoing. 

Rio pressed into her core, eliciting the sweetest whines as her tongue continued to slide across Agatha’s open mouth. They writhed into each other, uncoordinated and messy as they both neared their ends. 

“I’m so close, so close.” Agatha whispered, her free hand running flat along Rio’s spine as she kissed into neck, her collarbone, her cheeks. 

Rio couldn’t speak, just felt, as she shifted slightly, her fingers curling more intentionally to allow Agatha to grind her clit against her wrist. It caused her forearm to ache, the kind of satisfying pain that made Rio feel like she was truly servicing her partner. 

And as Agatha gasped into her mouth, her body clenching into the final motions, Rio was tipped over her own edge, that warm, tingling rush taking over as she let herself go limp into Agatha’s chest. 

When she woke up, her back was pressed against Agatha’s front, their legs twisted, and Agatha’s arms draped across her with a blanket clumsily pulled over top of them and still half tucked along the back of the couch.

Agatha groaned into her as she moved, “What time is it?”

“I-” Rio looked around for her phone, any phone, the apartment barely lit with the last traces of the day. 

She leaned forward awkwardly, picking her cargo shorts off the ground, pulling the device out of her pocket, and hitting the screen. 

“7:43”

“Ugh.” Agatha complained, her eyes still refusing to open, “I should probably head out soon.”

“You’re welcome to stay.” Rio offered, twisting onto her back as Agatha wrapped tighter into her. 

“As much as I would like that, I do have to pack.”

“Right.” Rio nodded. 

They rested there in silence for a moment, Rio letting her fingers lace through Agatha’s hair, scratching at the base of the scalp and tenderly massaging her head. 

Agatha moaned into the sensation, nuzzling closer into Rio’s chest. 

“Okay, maybe just for dinner.”

Chapter Text

“Will I see you at the airport?” 

Agatha teased, her hands fiddling with Rio’s sweatshirt as she stood in the entryway in the Black Sabbath t-shirt and a pair of Rio’s basketball shorts, her heeled sling-backs pulled over a pair of stolen crew socks, and her dress flung into an old, worn tote bag now dangling from her arm. 

Rio’s brain didn’t register her words, too entranced by the sight of her. The insanity of it all. Agatha, leaving her apartment dressed in her clothes like a schoolgirl being picked up after a rowdy sleepover, the promise of seeing it happen again. 

She couldn’t help herself. 

Rio stepped forward, catching Agatha off balance and knocking her up against the doorframe. 

“Rio.” Agatha half-groaned as she found her lips, any agitation at the now countless attempts of getting out of the door seemingly melting away into Rio’s tongue. 

The kiss was soft, indulgent, their fingers playing between the cotton edges of their clothing and humming into the taste of red wine and pesto still trapped between their teeth.  

It wasn’t until Agatha’s phone began chiming in her bag that they both finally pulled away. 

Agatha sighed, “That’s my ride.”

Rio nodded slowly, her lips pulling between her teeth, unable to look her in the eyes as the reality of the goodbye fell between them. 

“Well, uh. Until next time, right?” 

“Mmmm.” Agatha hummed in playful consideration, “I suppose so.” 

And with a final kiss, Agatha slipped out. 

Rio spent the rest of that evening living within the traces of her across her apartment: the glasses mixed along the room, the last few pieces of penne in the bowl she wouldn’t let her clean, the vintage records Agatha had picked stacked to the side of her turntable, her last choice still spinning as the soft, grainy crackle of the needle drifted across the run-out groove.

She basked in it, the beautiful mess of it all, and fell asleep with a blush stained on her cheeks, the rest of her weekend left to the lazy haze of her recovery.

By the time Monday morning slipped into view, Rio and Agatha had fallen back into their familiar game of teasing and taunting, Rio’s phone buzzing incessantly from beneath the covers of her bed. 

Rio fumbled through the sheets to find it, the device forgotten in the rush of late-night messages and the needs between her legs. 

Incoming FaceTime Video Call from The Witch…

FaceTime? 

She sat up, her mind trying to wrap her head around the call, her confusion only worsening as she checked the time. 

8:02 am. 

She accepted it, the screen humming onto a disjointed view of…

What was that? A Shirt? 

“Agatha?” 

There was no response. No ‘hello.’ No explanation. Just the slight shift of her position and quiet, static sounds travelling through the speakers. 

Rio adjusted herself, leaning into the camera as she tried to make sense of what was in front of her. 

All she could see was Agatha’s collarbone, her gold chain pendant necklace, layered with an assortment of chains that dipped down her pale skin and fell within the front of a slightly sheer, baby blue pinstripe dress shirt, partially unbuttoned and rolled messily along her… 

Oh. 

Oh, fuck. 

The hint of Agatha’s forearm came into view, a thin, gold watch lining her wrist as her hand disappeared below tan pants, her leather belt and buttons spread haphazardly open at the seams, her hips pulsing into the camera as she bit back restrained moans. 

Rio’s mouth went dry, her cunt clenching around nothing as the realization hit her. 

Agatha was fucking herself. 

Rio whined at the sight of it, her brain unable to form words, unable to process what she needed, knowing it would never be enough, knowing somehow, deep down, Agatha wasn’t going to give it to her anyway. 

Not now at least. 

So she watched as her vision drifted, taking it all in as her arousal pulsed between her legs. Agatha’s skin, the hints of her bra beneath her shirt, the veins in her arm, her hair falling against her shoulders, the tension in her neck, the motion of her hand working into herself, bulging against the fabric as she took her own pleasure. 

Agatha came quickly, her body shaking against herself, her thighs pinching together as she rode out her high in a delicious, muffled cry. 

“Baby…” Rio gasped, the sound of her own desperation biting into her lips. 

“Oh?” Agatha shifted, her tone playing with a coy edge, mocking her as if she wasn’t aware Rio was on the phone at all. 

Rio watched the commotion, the angle shifting suddenly, a blur of ringed fingers as Agatha angled the camera up to show her flushed face, pushing the frames of her glasses along her nose with wet fingers. 

Her fucking glasses… Her fingers… Her… 

“Sorry, baby, can’t talk. I have a plane to catch.” She winked and hung up the phone before Rio could get in another word.

She didn’t know how long she stayed there. Lying in bed, her legs fucking dripping, her clit throbbing, her whole heart pounding in the pure shock of it. 

Agatha was at the fucking airport. 

Her fucking airport. 

Fingering herself… 

in… 

Where the fuck was Agatha even fingering herself?!

Rio threw her phone against the mattress, her hands covering her face in embarrassment, in anger, in fucking, god, so much fucking frustration. 

She should’ve been at the fucking airport. 

She pulled herself together, barely, typing into her messages with a fury at the woman who had, for the hundredth time, made it absolutely crystal clear that she was set on destroying her. 

Rio (8:13 am): What the fuck was that, Agatha?

The Witch (8:13 am): I don’t know what you’re talking about honey can you be more specific ;)

Rio rolled her eyes, groaning as she typed with a reddened smile on her face, her tongue poking into her cheek. 

Rio (8:14 am): You’re infuriating

The Witch (8:14 am): 💋💋💋

The Witch (8:15 am): still think you can handle this? 

Rio laughed, rolling onto her stomach as she kicked her feet up behind her, swinging them back and forth mindlessly as they fell into their usual banter. 

Rio (8:15 am): Watch yourself. You don’t know who you’re dealing with. 

The Witch (8:16 am): oooh, im so scared

Rio (8:17 am): Is this how this is going to go? 

The Witch (8:18 am): you tell me

The Witch (8:18 am): or better yet

The Witch (8:19 am): why don’t you show me… 

Rio felt another wave of excitement rush through her body at the request. 

Rio (8:19 am): You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Freak. 

The Witch (8:20 am): mmmm

The Witch (8:20 am): very much so

The Witch (8:20 am): why don’t you send me something fun for when i land 😜x

Fuck. 

Rio (8:21 am): Maybe I will… 

Rio (8:21 am): Have a safe flight!

By the time Rio set down her phone, she was practically mindlessly humping into her own mattress. Her legs crossed against each other, her hips pulsing forward. 

The FaceTime, the teasing, the shameless requests. 

She needed it. 

Rio practically threw herself across the bed as she began to dig through her nightstand, searching through its contents for the dildo she always used. Her cock. The one Agatha had fucked her with. 

She wanted to fuck herself, to record the sounds of it as she pushed it deeper. 

To torture her. 

To torture Agatha. 

But her fingers shifted through the drawer to no avail. 

Rio frowned, sitting herself up to see better. 

It was clearly missing. 

She gathered herself from the bed, throwing her hair into a disorganized twisted bun as she began to search, dropping to her knees in her white tank top and checkered boxers while scanning the floor. Under the bed, under the dresser, under the nightstand. 

Nothing. 

She tiptoed across the apartment, her feet awkward along the cool floors as she made her way to the bathroom. 

She checked the shower, the sink, and the cabinets. 

Not there.  

Huh. 

Rio’s mind started to race with the events of Friday night, reliving Agatha dressed in her strap harness, the leather along her hips, her mouth around the silicone, cleaning her up…

Fucking focus, Vidal. 

But even as she meandered to the kitchen, thinking maybe, just maybe, Agatha had placed it in the dishwasher as a courtesy, the dildo just wasn’t there. 

It wasn’t anywhere. 

Fuck it, she’ll use her hands. 

Rio let herself fall back onto her bed, face first, chest pressed into the mattress as she finally let her fingers sneak into the waistband of her boxers and dip into her core. 

She was fucking soaked. 

She didn’t wait, she didn’t pause, adjusting the position of her hand as she filled herself with three of her fingers down to the knuckle, curling them into her walls with a sudden intense pressure. 

Rio was practically drooling over the feeling, her mind filled with the image of Agatha as she struggled to open her phone and go to their messages. 

“Good girl.” Rio thought to herself, moaning as she held down the symbol for audio messages and locked it into place before setting her phone strategically to her side.

“Fuck, Agatha.” She gasped as she closed her eyes and let herself fall back into her task. 

Her mind ran wild, her breath ragged, her hard nipples pressing into the ribbed texture of her tank top, her hand pumping in and out of herself with a brutal, wet pace as her cries filled the room.

“Right there, fuck, right there, baby.”

With her free hand, Rio began to drift along her body, tucking her palm between her tits, pinching her nipples in shameless, torturous indulgence as it moved higher, her fingers and nails scratching along her skin while they found their mark at the corners of her throat. 

She choked herself, gasping as her hips bucked harder, her mattress shaking beneath the speed of it as it mixed with the sinful squelching noises filling the room. 

“Harder, please. Please. I need it harder.” She gasped, breathless, against her own hand before releasing her grip completely. 

She leaned forward, quirking her arm back out of place as she reached behind her, wiggling her hips as she pulled the elastic waistband lower around her ass. Then, knowing the effect it would have, knowing the way it would drive Agatha absolutely crazy, Rio brought her palm down over the bruises still fading along her ass cheeks. 

“Fuck!” Rio shocked herself with her own clumsy force. “It hurts, so good, baby. So so good. So sore. All for you. All because of you.”

Her hand continued its pace within her cunt as she lost count of the number of times she spanked herself, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her pleas and gasps and moans unrestrained as she performed. 

The feeling of it travelled through her core, the blood rushing to her head as she angled her hips higher and finally brought her second hand to rub at her throbbing, wet clit. 

As soon as she touched herself, Rio nearly collapsed onto the bed, her body shaking as she forced herself to take it. To ride out every last ounce of pleasure. 

“I’m, f- fuck, Agatha. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum…  I- Im cumming. Im cumming. Im cumming!”

Rio continued to cry into her sheets as the hot rush of her orgasm flooded her senses, mumbling and babbling to Agatha as she kept going. 

Grinding into her oversensitive clit, pulsing deeper into herself as her arousal poured down her arms and sweat soaked her body. 

She didn’t know how many times she came. 

How many times she screamed Agatha’s name or begged her for more. 

She rolled over, chest heaving as she caught her breath and forced herself to hit stop on the recording, sending it without a second thought. 

Two can play at that game. 

The next two weeks continued with what could only be described as Agatha and Rio continuing to try and kill each other day after day. 

If Rio were being honest, she barely remembers anything outside of the two of them, her life revolving around the moments she was alone, the moments she could sneak away and back into the strange, competitive, obscenely horny world they had created. 

They kept it respectable. 

Well….

They kept it responsible. 

For them. 

At least in the beginning. 

There seemed to be an unspoken set of entry-level rules between them. They never put their faces in risky images, they didn’t send full nudes or appear fully naked during calls, and they kept their more unhinged behavior to over the phone and audio messages. 

She wasn’t sure when, but at some point between their teasing, Agatha had started a game, a silly, infuriating little game, in which she would send Rio pictures of her fingers, always adorned in her rings, spread and dripping–soaked in the evidence of her pleasure, covered with strings of clear, viscous fluids clinging to her knuckles and pulled between manicured nails and pruned fingertips. 

But today, Agatha had made an edit. 

Actually, she had broken the rules. 

Instead of her hand being framed within neutral backgrounds, bed sheets, or the floral print of her robe, Agatha’s hand rested between her breasts, her bare, beautiful tits exposed in natural light, her pale pink nipples hardened against the air, her hair falling across one side of her shoulders. 

Rio’s mouth watered at the sight of her, leaning into her couch cushions and staring at the photo in disbelief as more messages were delivered:

The Witch (2:04 pm): Attachment: 1 Photo

The Witch (2:04 pm): Attachment: 1 Photo

The Witch (2:04 pm): Attachment: 1 Video

The Witch (2:05 pm): i’ve decided i’ve been too nice to you lately… 

The attachments loaded at a torturous pace, their blurred thumbnails staring back at Rio as she read Agatha’s taunting message. 

“Too nice.” Rio laughed. Agatha was never ‘nice.’

But the point was proven nonetheless as the photos came into view. 

The first image of her beautiful, wet fingers between her breasts was joined by a series, stacked, one by one, as they followed down the curves of Agatha’s body. 

One lingered softly beneath her three of swords tattoo, the image centered on the soft curves of her stomach, her hip dips, cropped right as the start of her bush peaked along the faint, thin trail of hair from her navel. 

The other dipped farther, Agatha’s tattooed thigh raised slightly off of white bed sheets, her legs spread, her fingers clearly curled at an angle to obscure the view away as they toyed with her clit. 

The video's preview sat in the order as though frozen on the prior image. 

Rio didn’t think; she simply shoved her hand in her pants, meeting the wetness already awaiting her as she thanked whatever god there was that she was at home when she received it. 

Her fingers pulled her slickness to her clit, rubbing herself in tight, desperate circles, as she pressed play. 

The twenty-second video sounded across her AirPods with Agatha’s low, taunting moans and the sounds of her soaked pussy moving across her fingers. 

Rio watched as she played with herself, slow and controlled, her hips rocking in clear, teasing waves before dragging her arousal across her body, the trail glistening as she pulled her fingers closer to the camera. 

“Open.” Agatha whispered. 

Rio was so lost in it, her mouth relaxed on instinct, her tongue meeting the air in a pathetic whimper as she touched herself. 

The video played again and again on loop as Rio let her head drop back along her couch, imagining Agatha riding her face, tasting her again as she used her.

Until she couldn't take it anymore. 

Rio hit the call button.

It rang twice before Agatha picked up.

“Oh, what do we have here?” Agatha teased. 

“Shut up.” Rio rolled her eyes, her voice breathless as she touched herself.

Agatha’s tone lowered, “Be nice, Rio, or you won’t get what you want.” 

“How do you- fuck- how you do know what I want?” She stuttered. 

Rio wasn’t fooling anyone. She didn’t need to. Agatha loved her desperation, loved how pathetic she sounded, loved to draw out the end for her own amusement. 

And it made Rio just as crazy. 

“Do you think you deserve it?” 

“Agatha…” 

“Tell me.” 

Rio could hear Agatha’s breathing beneath her controlled phrases, the sound of her arousal wet and smacking between her fingers in the background. 

She was just as desperate. 

Always just as desperate. 

Absolutely insatiable.

“I need your fingers, I need to taste you.” She whined. 

“Open your mouth for me, Rio. Fuck- Keep that pretty mouth open for me while I cum.” Agatha keened. 

Rio did what she asked, opening her mouth again as Agatha took charge of both of their pleasure. 

Agatha moaned, “Touch yourself for me, Rio, push your fingers inside yourself. I know you love it. Love to be full while I use you. So pathetic. My pathetic girl. My toy to use. That perfect tongue. Your perfect face.” 

Rio cried as Agatha continued talking her through it, the smacking, breathy, gasping mix of her pleasure humming in her ears as she pushed her fingers into herself. 

“Don’t you dare cum, not yet.” Agatha added, “Not before me. Not before you- fuck- not before you finish what you started.”

Rio smiled secretly at this, that Agatha would blame Rio for her own behavior, for her bringing them both here, in the middle of the day, whatever fucking day it was. 

Fuck whatever day it was. 

Rio let the spit fall down the sides of her mouth without shame, her tongue pushing and swiping through the air with unabashed imagination as she touched herself to Agatha’s commands, listening to her unrestrained moans moving between their pitches, knowing that she was chasing her high to the thought of Rio’s mouth on her. 

“That’s it, such a good slut for me. Mine. All mine. I’m- I’m going to cum.” 

Rio felt herself tense at the announcement, her walls clenching around her fingers, fighting to keep her own orgasm at bay. 

To be good for Agatha. 

“Rio!” Agatha gasped into the phone as she came. 

Rio nearly came at the sound of her name, having to slow down her own rhythm as she continued to finger herself, fighting her own impulses as she gave Agatha the moment she needed to refocus. Trusting her to come back. To leave them both satisfied. 

“Good boy.” Agatha nearly growled through the phone. 

Rio’s brain nearly malfunctioned as the gender play hit her, the fucking audacity of Agatha to pull that out right now. 

It sent a fucking shiver down her spine and right to her aching, needy, cunt. 

Rio must have gasped, or whined, or cried, or… some combination of pathetic that satisfied her, because before Rio could even beg for it, Agatha gave her her release. 

“Come for me. Come for me, Rio. ”

Everything broke at once, her body curling against her fingers in a trembling, all-encompassing rush as she rode out the sensations in a strangled cry across her apartment. 

Rio let her mind rest in its hazy state, curling herself into a ball on the couch as she grabbed her blanket and wrapped herself up. 

“You’re… God, Agatha. You’re going to kill me.”

Agatha hummed into the phone, a satisfied, silly little hum that bordered on sleepy, “Mayyyybe.”

“I miss you.” 

“I miss you too.” 

“Really?” Rio pried, somewhat teasingly, beneath her haze. 

“Yeah.” Agatha sighed, “I do.”

“Softy.” Rio stated. 

“Never.” 

“Total lovergirl softy baby.” Rio added toyingly. 

“You can’t prove anything.” 

“Don’t worry,” Rio laughed, “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good, or I’d have to kill you.”

They both laughed into the phone, the ease of the conversation drifting into something else, something truly sweet, lingering in each other's company for as long as they could before the inevitable responsibilities of life pulled them away. 

It must have been a few days later, a lazy morning in a weird stretch of time where Agatha hadn’t messaged her, that Rio was feeling devilish. 

Maybe it was her competitive nature, or maybe it was the fact that she was just, well, unbelievably horny lately, no thanks to Agatha, but Rio was determined to push the limits. To gain the upper hand. To make Agatha lose her fucking mind. 

She grabbed her speaker and set up a playlist on her phone as she lit a small pre-roll and let her body sway between beats of the music that filled her apartment as she smoked. Nothing too much, just enough to take off the edge, to feel the weight of her sore muscles fall away. 

The case of the missing dildo had gone cold, so Rio decided to reach for another personal favorite: a set of dark silver metal anal plugs, all slightly increasing in size, with their bases adorned in a daring, black gemstone. 

Rio smirked as she removed them from their protective drawstring bags and set them along her nightstand with a bottle of natural lube. 

The mere sight of them, the vision of what she was about to do, went straight to her core as she undressed herself. Stripping back each layer as though teasing herself with the fabric, the cool air prickling at her skin, pulling at her nipples as she mindlessly played with them. 

Warming herself up. 

She inched her way onto the bed, rocking into the motion, arching her back, and moving to sensual patterns of sound echoing across the apartment as her skin soaked in the morning light. 

The fabric of her sheets melted into her skin, into the high of it, while she laid back and continued to run her fingers across her body. 

Rio reached for one of the plugs, gravitating towards the medium size, wanting to take something with more weight, but that she could still confidently start with, despite needing to be a bit slower. 

She uncapped the bottle, coating its cool metal surface in a generous amount of lubricant and bringing its tip to rest along her tight skin. 

She played with it at first, rubbing the tip across her entrance as the lube dripped across the surface, pressing it ever so slightly into herself in slow, spiraling motions as her free hand toyed with her clit. 

She moaned into the feeling of it stretching her, ever so slightly, as she continued to hold its weight against her body, her lower half rolling into the sensation with a natural rhythm, taking the pleasure slowly, methodically, as the lube did its work. 

She reached for more, just out of precaution, pouring it from the bottle onto her center as she watched it drip down and coat her sensitive skin. 

With a slow, deep breath, she sank the silver into her ass, moaning as she stretched around it, the pull and the pleasure travelling deeper into her as she arched her back into the feeling.

She released its base, gasping as her muscles closed around it, the weight of it as she continued to work her clit. 

Everything around her was floating, the constant sensations of it as she rocked her hips, heightening her arousal, making everything that much more indulgent as the pressure shifted inside her with every motion. 

She imagined forcing Agatha to watch her as she squirmed, tying her to a chair across the room while she prepared herself for her. How her blue eyes would stare into her with a fury, her self-restraint fighting as Rio trained her ass. How she would punish her for it when she finally untied her… 

She could take more. She knew she could take more. She fucking needed to take more.

The satisfaction of knowing, while Agatha would be forced to guess, forced to wonder. 

Rio wrapped her hand along the gemmed base, going slow as she continued to draw out her own pleasure, pumping and pulling and circling it inside her, stretching herself open only to let it sink back in. 

Every time she thought she had gotten used to the sensation, that it was fading within her body, the plug would shift again in her grip, slipping against her tight entrance, her cunt throbbing between her legs as new waves of pleasure pulsed between her walls. 

She played with herself like that for a while, getting lost in how good it all felt, before her mind went back to its task. 

She pulled the plug out with a slow, deliberate motion as her fingers wrapped tighter along the base, moaning into the sensation as it popped past her entrance, and the warm feeling of lube dripped out of her. 

She set the used item on a towel before reaching for the next. 

The larger plug. 

She prepped it the same way, coating it in lube and bringing it to her ass, now warm and stretched and ready for it. 

The thicker diameter pressed into her with a significantly deeper stretch, the width spreading her right to the edge of her limits, forcing her to work into herself with a patient, deliberate dedication. 

She thought of Agatha again, her words harsh in her mind. 

“You can take it. You want to take it for me. My pathetic girl. Filling her ass for me.”

She pressed the plug into herself with a finality, the sharp feeling of the final stretch causing her to cry out in a deep, guttural moan as her orgasm flooded her body in an unexpected burst. 

She rode it out, her body trembling as the weight deepened within her and the plug continued to rub across her walls with every little jerk, every buck of her hips, as she palmed her cunt into her hand. 

It took her a minute or two to settle, laughing and moaning as she relaxed back into the sensation and started to lazily rub circles into her clit again. 

She refocused on her goal, rolling over onto her side as she pressed herself up, bucking her ass back into the air as she keened at the weight shifting inside her. 

On all fours, she grabbed her laptop from her dresser, opening it up and propping her phone in its bend like a makeshift stand before turning on the front-facing camera. 

She checked her angles, sitting upright on her knees and spreading her legs into the mattress. She kept her head up, out of the frame, while her chest pressed forward, her dark nipples hard and tight against the chill of the air, her toned abs on display, the rough trimmed edges of her bush wet with arousal. 

She let her left hand drift to her clit as she hit record, her right hand moving to reach underneath her, pressing into the base of the plug to pulse inside her ass. 

Rio lost herself in the sensation of it, grinding on her knees, into her hands, as she fucked herself, her head thrown back in the air. 

She thought of Agatha; she always fucking thought of Agatha. 

How good she would fucking feel. 

Fucking her. 

Fucking her ass. 

Filling her up. 

Making her take it. 

Her second orgasm snuck up on her, her legs vibrating as they struggled to hold her up, having to lean back and catch herself with her hand as her legs spread and the black, reflective gem of the plug peaked within the center view of the camera. 

She kept going, rubbing every last wave of pleasure from herself before she completely collapsed back onto the bed. 

With her muscles relaxed and her brain still floating, Rio eased the plug out of herself, setting it aside and ending the recording. 

She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing in deeply, as she let herself recover. 

When her mind returned, she checked her camera roll. 

So… 

Okay. 

She came in less than two minutes. 

Agatha didn’t need to know that. 

Rio cut the video down to 30 seconds, choosing to highlight the moment as her orgasm started to wash over her, her hand falling away from her ass, and the view of the plug front and center within the frame, and sent it. 

There was no caption, no cute comment, just a thumbnail of her naked body centered like art in the vertical rectangular preview of the message chain. 

She let the phone drop onto the bed, the splendid mixture of the weed and her post-orgasm high fading while the music reverberated through the apartment and lulled her into a new state of bliss. 

Rio’s stunt, as predicted, made Agatha fucking crazy. 

It also unleashed an entirely new level of horniness between the two of them, any respectability, reservations, or whatever the fuck they were even doing with this long-distance situation in the first place, completely thrown out of the fucking window. 

And that is how Rio ended up being forced to sit at her counter, hands flat on the table, while Agatha Harkness was splayed out comfortably along a mattress, completely bare, and legs spread open for her on a video call. 

Rio pinched her thighs together, searching for any sort of friction she could find, practically drooling at the sight of her. 

“Agatha, baby, please.” She begged. 

“Uh uh uh.” Agatha tsked, “You’re not cumming tonight.”

“But-” 

“Rio…” Her voice lowered, her hands starting to play with her breasts, cupping them between her palms as her thumbs circled their hardened nipples, “...what did I say?”

“I’m not coming tonight.” Rio repeated. 

“And?” Agatha teased. 

“I- fuck-”

Rio’s thought was interrupted by Agatha’s left hand tracing down the soft line of her stomach, her bush, her fingers spreading her lips apart as they glistened in her arousal. 

“That your horny girl needs to practice her impulse control.” Rio managed.

“That’s right, love. You need to be taught a lesson.”

Love. 

Rio’s mind warped across the pet name, keening as she felt herself dripping onto the chair. She watched as Agatha smiled at her, that fucking knowing smile. That smug fucking smile. 

She needed to fucking touch her; she was absolutely fucking desperate for it. To wrap her fingers around her pretty, infuriating little neck and kiss her, to melt her annoying, beautiful lips into hers, to take her completely into her tongue, to watch her come undone, for Agatha to surrender to her again. Let her give her everything. 

She was going to combust at the thought of it, at the sight of her, and then… 

Holy. Fuck. 

No. 

No fucking way. 

Agatha’s fingers…  

“Baby…” Rio warned breathlessly. 

“Yes?” 

“I-I think you’re- fuck- you’re bleeding.”

Agatha smiled casually, her fingers starting to dip into her core, the blood dripping more clearly down her center and onto the towel she had set up below her. 

“Never seen a period before, honey?” She teased in a seductive lilt. 

Rio was squirming now, her mouth watering, she couldn’t... 

She shouldn’t….

“I- no, I just. I don’t know if I should say this…” Rio trailed off, testing the waters, antagonizing her just for the sake of it. 

Agatha’s eyes flashed on the screen, her voice daring, “Say it.”

Rio adjusted her posture and grounded herself against her palms on the table, looking into the camera with a pointed, seductive expression as she whispered. 

“I want to lick the blood off your fingers. I need to swallow every last drop of it.”

Agatha moaned into the screen, biting her lip into a dangerous smile as she curled her fingers deeper, scissoring them inside herself as she slid them out slowly. 

Rio’s keened at the sight of them, the crimson gathering across her pale skin, mixing into her arousal as it trailed down her hand. 

“Like this, baby?”

Agatha pulled her hand to her mouth, spreading her fingers slightly as her tongue dipped between their webbing and slid the wet muscle between her knuckles with a slow, methodical intention. 

Rio felt her legs tremble, her hips grinding onto nothing, her walls fluttering as she watched her. 

“Fffffuck.”

Blue eyes stared back at Rio with a hunger, a darkness, as she repeated the motion, again, faster, before taking them entirely into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed around them as she sucked, her lips stained in red. She pushed them deeper into her throat, gagging lightly, before pulling them out and kissing her fingertips with a dramatic wink. 

“You’re so fucking hot. Fuck. Fuck!” Rio whimpered. 

“Mmmm. Thank you.” Agatha moaned, her hand moving back to play with herself, “Now keep those hands on the table or I stop.”

“Yes, Goddess.” Rio nodded into the camera. 

Agatha paused for a moment in surprise,  “What did you just say?”

“Goddess,” Rio repeated, her tongue poking into her mouth. 

“Oh… that’s-” Agatha dropped her head back along her pillows, gasping as she curled her fingers into herself. “Yeah- I like that.”

Rio laughed in admiration as she watched her, shamelessly giving herself everything she wanted while Rio’s hands twitched against the wood. 

“Of course you would, you power slut.”

“Watch it.” Agatha warned. “I’m still the one in control here.”

“Oh baby, if you want to be in control. You can be.” 

“Good girl.”

Rio hummed, swaying her hips along her chair instinctively, her bare thighs soaked onto the metal of her stool, the discomfort completely eroded by the vision of Agatha’s smirk, her lips biting into her lip again as she moaned. 

She loved her like this, controlling, demanding, insatiable. How she would hold herself, right on the edge of losing it all. Trusting Rio to hold her up. To watch her. To take her only when she was ready, when she herself demanded the switch. 

It all built up like a coil inside her, and if it wasn’t for Agatha’s rules, for her desperate desire to be good for her, she was certain she could cum completely untouched. 

“I need your, fuck, I need more. I need your cock baby.”

Rio froze at the reference, almost apprehensive, as though waiting to be scutinized for her neglect. For her inability to find it. Already living the disappointment of not being able to give Agatha what she needed. 

Rio was barely audible, “Agatha, I- I don’t know where it is…”

But Agatha said nothing, her free hand reaching out of frame as her body contorted on the screen. 

Rio blinked back her confusion, staring with wide eyes as she returned into view with a thick, dark, slightly curved green dildo in her grip. 

It looked a lot like hers… 

Actually, it looked exactly like hers. 

Rio’s jaw dropped open, flooded with a mix of nearly debilitating arousal and pure, unadulterated rage, her mind replaying everywhere she searched, every night she reached for it and it wasnt there. 

Her cock. 

The one she still hadn’t used on Agatha. 

“You litttle freak.” Rio stated in disbelief. “You fucking theif.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Agatha played innocent, bringing the tip to rub along her blood-soaked folds, the slightly bulbed head circling her clit in taunting, long passes as she leaned back into her pillows and spread her legs farther. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Rio growled, “That’s mine.”

“Is it? Well… are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Fuck.” Rio’s fingernails curled into the harsh wood of her counter, her spine straightening, her clit inadvertently meeting the sting of the cool metal edge of the stool. 

She jerked back on instinct. 

Trying to be good. 

She needed to be good. 

Needed to watch Agatha take her cock. 

Rio felt her own mind going fuzzy, her words spilling out of her without thought, just mindless appreciation and desire for the absolutely insane woman in front of her. 

“You’re such a slut, Agatha. Such a fucking slut.” 

“Your slut baby.” Agatha replies, dipping the tip of the dildo in and out of her as a new trail of crimson began to drip down her sensitive skin and into the valley of her ass, “All yours.”

“Fuck.” Rio floated away with the possessiveness, “All mine. My cunt to fuck.”

Agatha groaned, her back arching as her free hand started to pinch her clit, the other finally pushed the dildo completely inside herself, the base disappearing between red, her walls stretching out around it. 

“Just like that, baby. Just like that.” Rio whimpered as Agatha began to move the silicone in and out of herself, the pink flesh of her entrance pulling tight around it with each motion. 

“You feel so good. So so good.” Agatha babbled as she picked up the pace. 

She was a vision. 

An absolute fucking dream. 

Rio held her hands in place against the table, her walls clenching as she fought to hold herself still, the tension cascading across her body in warm, endless waves of arousal as she watched her. Watched the painting of blood and cum and sweat drip across her body, her muscles clenching and trembling as she fucked herself relentlessly. Her breasts bounced into the motion, her nipples hardened against the air. 

And the noises. 

The fucking noises. 

Her breath, her moans, her tiny little whimpers, the wet mess between her legs, smacking against her. 

She wanted to devour her. 

Lap up every bit of her. 

Fuck her frustration into her. 

“You’re fucking perfect. So fucking perfect. ”

Agatha keened at the praise as her hips jerked into her hands, rolling her body into the feeling, and angling the dildo just the way she wanted it. 

“I love your fucking cock. So fucking- soooo fucking much.” She groaned, “It feels so good inside me. So deep. Right there. Fuck me right there. I’m so close.”

Rio whimpered, starting to beg mindlessly between Agatha’s thrusts, her stool shaking beneath her, its legs hitting the floor, as she started to match the rhythm of it with her hips. Unable to control herself. Unable to stop it. 

“I need you to cum, baby. I need to watch you cum on my cock. Please. Please come on my cock. Please.”

Agatha came with a sudden breathless cry, her thighs pinching together as she contorted along the mattress, her ass lifting into the air, twisting herself onto her side. 

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Rio threw her head back, felt the rush of it within her body, threatening to take over her as her clit throbbed and her thighs shook against the stool. 

But she managed to hold it off, breathing into herself, the rise of her chest, the chill of the air as she heard Agatha’s beautiful whimpers muffled into the speaker, her soft, flushed face peering back at her over her shoulder with heavy eyes. 

“You did so good for me.” Agatha moaned, mindlessly reaching to press the dildo into her from behind as she spread herself open with her free hand.

Rio stared, breathless and drooling, as she watched the blood pour across Agatha's skin, the evidence stained in a bright red mess as she continued to work the silicone between her legs, rolling her hips into the feeling, asking for more. 

Agatha hummed, “Think you can keep going?"