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There is hardly oxygen left in the small space you share with Rio. Her tongue works to persistently and purposefully claim your mouth and you are wholly at her mercy. The air you gasp for is thick and sooner than usual your lungs begin to protest. You remember the scratchiness in your throat as a dry cough rocks your body.
Rio pushes away from you and situational awareness colors her face. She got far too distracted by devouring you and her original task seems to push its way back to the forefront of her mind.
“You didn’t take your medicine,” she frowns, seemingly at the realization and not at your antics.
“That’s because it’s still in here…”
Your attempt at flirting catches no wind as you do your best to out-will the coughs begging to escape. The sly effort to grab Rio’s balls to add emphasis to ‘here’ is thwarted as she catches your wrist and pins your hand to the pillows.
“Nice try, bunny,” she slips out from under the covers and shivers at the temperature difference of the open air.
You’re glued to the pattern of the chill bumps that heavily freckle her skin, so you don’t notice the clear medicine cup at your lips until she continues.
“Better open up,” she casually warns.
The cup is tilting at the line of your lips and you know with certainty it will continue to whether you open your mouth or not. You quickly let your mouth fall open. Not out of compliance, but because these are Agatha’s favorite sheets and you value your life. Your scowl is firmly planted on the smug, satisfied smile that had settled into Rio’s face before you even moved to ensure the medicine will make it into your mouth.
You will never say it aloud, lest Agatha deem you an instigator, but you love the casual chaos Rio is prone to. You endlessly admire the way she is undeterred by the threat of mess and has little interest in approaching life the way others might expect. ‘Unfazed’ has never seemed like a worthy descriptor. ‘Unfazed’ implies she pays mind to the status quo, but you’ve never known Rio to care to be aware at how others do things. She really only shows interest in yours and Agatha’s behaviors.
Even still, her studious observations are never applied to her own practices. Rather, she uses the knowledge to make sure she can help provide a life and home that meets your needs- in ways both big and small. Rarely does Rio wear matching socks, claiming that she has two feet for a reason and they deserve their own experiences. You, on the other hand, wince at the thought that one sock could be slightly tighter than the other or fall at a different place on your ankle. Every morning she puts a mated pair into the dryer so they are warm for you.
Once, in a similar- though much grander- effort, she had banned you from entering the highest floor of your home.
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The space hadn’t ever been used for much, mostly a resting place for storage totes full of old clothes and various decor that was long retired. Within the month, you and Agatha arrived home to Rio waiting at the door to grab you by the wrist and usher you up the steps.
“Careful, Rio!” Agatha had called.
You thought Rio had paid the warning no mind until she quickly wrangled you into her arms to dart up the steps. You didn’t care to question if this was actually any more careful- the warm buzz that filled your chest from her excitement was far too intoxicating to risk losing. Her soft words to you upon reaching the top of the steps remain tucked away in your mind to listen to at your leisure.
“Close your eyes, bunny.”
Once you complied you were carried a few more feet before being deposited into a fluffy, cloudy mass. You quirked your brow when your body was rocked by Rio flopping into the mass next to you. She snuggled in close before granting you permission.
“Open them, my love.”
Your excitement snapped back into your chest like a taut rubber band released from its grip. Time stood still as you absorbed the view above you. Stars looked down upon you from their place nestled against the sky and you were mesmerized at how they so easily shared your home.
“What do you think, bunny?”
You turned to find Rio closely examining you, smile full of pride as she cradled the back of your neck and ran her thumb over the dimple just behind your ear lobe.
“I— Wha—”
“You’re always looking up at the stars. You hesitate when you’re coming in at night and I figured its cause you wanted to look at them longer.”
Rio gave a little shrug through a big, goofy grin and you were speechless. Your brain had to work overtime to get yourself to absorb your surroundings, but through the clanking and churning of its efforts you recognized the space Rio had carved for you in your home was designed just for you.
Two expansive panes of glass took place of what had once been a shed ceiling. A vastly oversized recliner was tucked into the farthest corner, lit perfectly to read one of the many books that sat in rows on a meticulously crafted wall of bookshelves. Underneath you was a giant, softly upholstered cushion that sat below the skylights. It was certainly larger than your Alaskan King sized bed and could swallow both you and Rio whole.
“You…this is for me?” you said dumbly, brain misfiring at its most fundamental level.
“Everything is for you, bunny.” Rio spoke sweetly just in time for Agatha to make her presence known and throw herself down on the cushion next to Rio.
“It’s true. She kept me in line the entire time. I almost spoiled it twice.” Agatha said matter-of-factly while wrapping her arms around you both.
“Twice?!” Rio countered, the warmth in her tone turning incredulous.
“Maybe, like, six or seven times. Irrelevant.” Agatha winked at you and you chuckled at them both, climbing in between them.
“So…” Rio wondered aloud, her attention having moved far past Agatha as it settled back solely on you.
Peaking up at her you saw excitement and pride coloring her face, but what made you melt was the hope pooled in her eyes. You glanced at Agatha and she was equally mesmerized at Rio’s anticipatory demeanor.
“It’s perfect.” you granted her release and have always cherished the all-consuming smile you received in return.
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Your scowl fades into a soft, warm reverence and you let your eyes fall over Rio’s features. An unmistakable glint of pride floats lazily through her eyes like it’s passing through right on schedule.
“I knew you'd behave, bunny.” She coos and sets the small, now empty, cup onto the nightstand.
She chuckles at the grimace that tenses the muscles in your neck, amused at how repulsed you are by such a small dose of liquid. You don’t allow the smugness of her victory room to breathe before you dive your head into her lap and wrap your arms around her. Your tight squeeze pushes the breath out of her and it comes out in a confused chuckle.
“Woah, what is it, baby?” Her fingertips rub soft circles on the back of your neck before she uses her blunt nails to light scratch under the collar of your shirt.
Your skin prickles under the delicate attention and you feel much lighter than you did moments ago. Rio was, likely unknowingly, releasing you into a space only the three of you ever shared. Corners and edges are much softer here and responsibilities unmoor from their worries. Here, you only ever need one of two things: Mommy or Daddy. When you’re lucky, you have both.
You pull away and see subtle shifts in Rio’s features, but the reasoning as to why floats just out of reach. You know you can reach out and try to grab at it. If you think hard enough you could probably conclude that Rio has seen a change in your eyes. But why would you want to? The effort of such a task threatens to fetter you and stop you from exploring this happy place.
The threat doesn’t last for long. You don’t allow it, posing a question before it can bargain for your attention.
“Stars?” you ask, your voice confident, but much more vulnerable than it had been all day.
“Of course, bunny.”
Rio's thumb brushes over your cheek before a kiss takes its place. She pulls away, but her hand clasps yours and tugs, encouraging you to stand.
“You know…” Rio drags conspiratorially, “I know a guy who knows a guy. Says the stars were hung up just for you.”
Your instincts urge you to brush the flattery as far away as possible, but you’re entranced by the woman it comes from. Your cheeks have just enough bite to reveal Rio’s attention has rooted you in bashfulness. She seems to enjoy your response, as she crouches down and presses her lips softly to your forehead.
“Esas mejillas rosas son tan lindas, conejito.”
You aren’t entirely sure what she is saying, but you recognize the term of endearment easily. Rio calling you her little bunny in her native tongue pools you into the shape of her affections.
“Stars, Daddy!”
The softness in Rio’s demeanor makes it easier to see your instincts for what they are. Here, in this moment, you don’t want to deny her praises or dismiss her doting. You want to believe in the reverence her gaze adores you with, that you are worthy of the sweet musings she offers to you. Somehow, it feels as though you’ve lived a thousand lifetimes and also none at all. You vaguely recollect a lifetime of doubt and insecurity, but it feels so far from you when brown eyes sing so sweetly to you.
It all seems so far now, a hazy string of memories you observe from where you sit- whole, new, and loved. Yes by Rio, but also by you. You deserve this softness. You deserve this attention.
You are worthy of the love you are receiving and it is always there, even when disbelief is determined to be your destiny.
“Daddy can make that happen. Do you want to walk or ride?”
“Up!” you declare easily.
“I probably could’ve guessed that one,” she muses before turning around.
She lets you clamber onto her back and carts you off. You make it to the top floor unscathed, though Rio’s occasional ‘drifting’ almost had you both in the floor.
It wouldn’t have been the first time Agatha came home to an injured pile of her spouses. Though, considering that night ended with Rio eating your cunt while Agatha had a belt around her neck and was forcing her to apologize, you’d be willing to take another tumble.
“What are you sorry for, Daddy?” Agatha demanded.
Rio’s words were carelessly mumbled into your center. She was far too lost in the taste of you to consider her circumstance. You could hear the leather of the belt creak when Agatha tightened her grip and pulled harshly. Rio let out a guttural noise followed by a gasp.
“For turning our little bunny’s piggy back ride into a Nascar race.”
Your body lowly, but happily, buzzes at the memory. The fondness of intimacy warms you, but your body makes no further demands for it. You steep lazily in the promise that your forever will be full of time for a more physical connection. Right now, your focus is on finding the comfiest way to curl into Rio on the oversized cushion- fittingly coined the ‘cuddle cushion’ within days of its first use.
“Snuggle up, conejito. Are you ready to learn all about star science with Daddy?”
You giggle, but roll your eyes and are met with an offended scoff.
“Hey! I know things. Like how the most stars that are seen by the human eye at any given time is two thousand. Give or take.”
You squint and look to where the stars glitter through the glass. You try to count a small patch, but lose your place amongst the multitude.
“It’s mostly true,” she continues, “For everyone except me, of course.”
You scrunch your brows together, a mix of lingering suspicion at Rio’s ‘star science’ and curiosity of her train of thought.
“I could never see that many stars at any given time. I only ever see one.” She spoke under her breath, like the truth of her words would level cities if spoken too loudly.
The certainty of her claim carries more weight than you have room for, so you let it overtake you. Playfulness rests over your skin, but something much more consuming swells in your chest. It doesn’t scare you, though. It isn’t that kind of consuming. It does quite the opposite.
Suddenly safety is such a certainty that it’s no longer a concept or question. It just is.
There are so many things you don’t know, but that’s okay. Because here, now, you are safe. You are calm. Here, serenity sings to you from where it has been sown tenderly, purposefully, by a love few are lucky enough to ever know.
You long to be impossibly closer to Rio. You settle on tucking your hand under her shirt to rest on her belly, soft and warm, and nuzzling in to her chest.
“There are also 275 million stars born every day,” she speaks only loud enough for your ears to hear, “Most of those 275 million stars will travel in clusters. Most stars in general do. Not our sun though. It moves alone.”
“That’s sad,” you decide easily.
“Why?”
Rio’s curiosity is gentle, not questioning for her own understanding, but to bask in the gift of your perception of the world around you. She hangs on to your every word in a way that consumes you. When you speak she listens.
A glimpse from a moment hidden in your heart floats by. You had been rattling on about a new ship that was consuming you. Having seen edits of the two characters show up more and more, you had started watching the show out of curiosity- and you hadn’t shut up since.
“Hold on, they did what? Didn’t she just find out they’re first cousins during last week’s episode?”
You started to giggle at how perturbed Rio seemed before realizing you hadn’t said anything since last week about the ‘first cousins’ bomb that the show dropped.
“Wait- you remember that?”
You were pleasantly surprised with her quick catch, but Rio’s shock at the story line morphed into confusion.
“Why wouldn’t I remember it?”
“I don’t know,” you felt your cheeks heat and you cursed your sudden bashfulness, “I know I’ve been hyper-fixating. I’m never sure how much of what I say is actually worth listening to.”
For a brief moment, Rio looked pained. She didn’t speak of it, but you could feel that it wasn’t for her. It was for you.
“If it’s you saying it, bunny, it’s always worth listening to.”
Your heart threatened to skip a beat and your brain must’ve assumed you needed a lifeline, because before you knew you were going to say anything you hear yourself speak.
“Also they aren’t actually first cousins. It’s by marriage. Don’t be a prude.”
“I amend my statement. It’s always worth listening to as long as you’re not insulting Daddy.”
You rolled your eyes and her brow raised in a challenge. You were quickly attacked by hungry, possessive lips and when Agatha came into the room none of your clothes lasted more than a few seconds.
You would later learn how much the statement truly bothered her. She said she couldn’t stand the idea of anyone making you feel like your words were a waste. You have maintained a stance that it’s a bit dramatic of a take, but secretly you revel in her unwavering attention and offense that it isn’t what you receive from others.
The gentle thudding of Rio’s heartbeat calls you back to the present moment and you remember that her question is waiting, perfectly patient, for your answer.
“Because that means the sun is all alone. It doesn’t have a cluster.”
You speak as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The small smile Rio responds with tells you that she agrees, almost.
“It’s not alone, though, bunny. It has you. And it has me and Mommy.”
“Well that can’t be true,” you begin to work through your reasoning aloud.
“How do you mean?”
“The sun can’t have you. You just saids you couldn’t see it.”
She stares at you for a moment before bursting into easy, pillowy laughter.
“Good point, bunny. Can you promise Daddy something then?”
She turns more towards you and you nod lazily. The warmth of her hand lulls you into weightlessness and your body is out-willing your consciousness.
“Promise me that you’ll always be there for the sun for both of us, yeah?”
This time when you nod, your head has lulled much further into Rio’s chest. You open your eyes, and the stars have been replaced with a close-up view of your fingers sitting just by your mouth.
How did they get there?
You don’t have much time to ponder it before Rio is shushing you gently and scratching your scalp. Her wordless instruction wills you to comply and you succumb to the rest that calls to you.
The next time your eyes open, you are being deposited somewhere by Rio. You fuss at the thought of separation and grumble, but you are too tired to protest any further. Gentle shushing works to soothe you, but it isn’t coming from the woman setting you down. You’re settled into a new warmth and you turn to see the source. All discontent melts away from you so quickly that you can hardly remember how it got there in the first place.
Agatha is home which means Mommy is home.
You squirm in her embrace to properly greet her, but she holds you tighter.
“Ah, ah, bunny. Be good for Mommy while Daddy gets dinner ready.”
You still immediately, her words easily becoming your actions. You blink a few times to push your sleepiness aside. You are more alert now, but your body is heavy with exhaustion.
You are still under the stars, but are now being rocked gently by Agatha. A shining glint catches your eye against Agatha’s neck and your fingers follow it. The thin chain feels angrily cold as you trace it, and you tug to free it from Agatha’s scrub top. The wedding ring you and Rio had designed for her hangs loosely against the dark navy fabric.
Three stones glimmer in the low light of your little corner of the world. One for each of you.
Her hand comes closer to the necklace and for a moment you think she will stop you from toying with it. Instead, she pulls your other hand away from your mouth.
“None of that, baby. We don’t suck on our fingers, remember?”
Heat builds in your cheeks and an uncomfortable feeling swells in your chest. It’s tamed nearly instantly when a cool finger tips your chin to meet Agatha’s gaze.
“It’s okay, bunny. You’re not in trouble. I have another option for you, hmm?”
You only need to see her eyes to see that she is deeply exhausted. Her shoulders are tense in a way that only happens when she is on high-alert. It likely isn’t intentional, but her guard is up and denying her longing to be fully centered here with you. Your heart aches to lull her into comfort.
Her eyes trace a path that compels you to follow them. Your gaze lands on a bottle that sits in the recliner’s cup holder and you feel the full attention of blue eyes now analyzing you closely. Agatha softly brushes your forehead with the back of her knuckles before she kisses your temple and whispers in your ear.
“Only if you want it, bunny.”
You’re stilled by shyness, hesitancy. Something about having a choice makes your insides churn and you shuffle uncomfortably.
“What’s for dinner?” You ask, delaying your decision.
Agatha’s lips purse slightly and she seems to be weighing a decision of her own. She makes a show of reading you like an open book and is slowly disarming the fight that threatens to bubble within you.
“Pizza.”
She throws the word into the room like an unpinned grenade.
“Pizza?!”
If there’s pizza downstairs what are you doing upstairs? You attempt to wiggle away from Agatha, but she doesn’t allow you to go far before pulling you in closer.
“But…” she lets the word linger until you are practically on the edge of your seat with curiosity.
Did she get a gross pizza with mushrooms on it? Did she get it from the place off the first exit on her way home? Surely not. She had to get it from the place next to the bookstore…
You hope for the latter, and right as you are about to burst with questions, she satiates you.
“Only good bunnies get pizza. Is that you, baby? Are you going to be a good little bunny and behave for Mommy?”
Her tone is gentle and it dampens the shyness and hesitancy that still tangles within you. It is no where near as consuming as you realize that Agatha needs this. Her need makes it feel easier to acknowledge that you need it too.
Your gentle nod is met with a smile that rivals every star above you. You decide you’d wrangle them all, hand-wrap each one, and gift them to Agatha if it meant seeing it again.
You already felt small, but Agatha’s cooing and shushing have emptied your mind. You are wholly consumed in the intimacy she creates.
“Good, bunny.”
She presses one more kiss to your temple before retrieving the bottle. As she settles further into the chair, she pulls you closer to her and coaxes you to nestle into the crook of her arm. You are almost malleable by the time she brushes the soft rubber nipple against your lips. It drawls you to act on instinct and your lips fall open and latch onto the bottle.
There is no room to be surprised or embarrassed by your reaction, because warm milk captures all of your senses as you give your first suckle. The hint of cinnamon hits your tongue and your insides turn to jelly. She made your favorite.
Your next suck is greedier and your body is rocked by a hearty chuckle.
“Slowly, little one,” she soothes in a coo, “Slowly for Mommy.”
You comply, letting your breath fall in time with hers. As you imagine your hearts beating in sync, you search for her eyes. Her hardened blues have melted into pools of adoration and her shoulders sit much further down than they had moments ago. You feel like you are floating and you’re certain you’re weightless as she continues rocking you, gently humming to you as she helps you finish the milk she carefully crafted to your liking.
She continues her affections, offering praises as she holds the bottle to your lips.
That’s it, bunny. Mommy’s so proud of you.
You’re safe. Mommy’s got you.
Her words and ministrations lull you into a hazy trance. Soon, your suckles produce more air than milk and you scrunch your face in disappointment. The chuckle that comes from above you makes you fuss and the bottle is pulled from your lips.
“All done, bunny,” Agatha coos.
You don’t like that answer and burry your face into her chest with purpose. She hums in satisfaction as she realizes what you are rooting around for. She chuckles as she holds your head still.
“Let Mommy help, baby.”
The softness of her breast is taken from you and she wiggles to pull her scrub top up. She must’ve removed her bra as soon as she got home, because there is no barrier between you and the hardening pink bud that sits against silky, pale skin.
She says nothing as her hand cradles the back of your head and draws you closer to her nipple. Needing no other encouragement, you quickly latch on and warm air dances across your forehead as Agatha releases a shaky breath.
“What an eager little bunny Mommy has tonight,” she observes, letting her thumb gently trace over your eyebrows one at a time.
“Daddy texted me and told me I’d be coming home to our little one. But do you want to know a secret, bunny?”
You peak up from your place nestled against her breast. You’re gently suckling, lapping every so often. On more than one occasion you’ve found yourself wishing Agatha could actually breastfeed you. It always caught you off guard, especially at first. However, the more moments like this you share and the more deeply woven you become with Agatha, the more you long for that sort of connection. The thought of Agatha’s body working to care for you pulled at such a deep string in you that you aren’t sure you’ll ever have words to express the ache.
Agatha patiently waits for an answer, content to share this time with you, and smiles when you nod in affirmation.
“I already knew. My special Mommy superpowers told me you needed me,” she murmurs and draws circles over the center of your chest.
“This little heart was calling out to mine,” she matter-of-factly continues.
She pauses her circles to move your hand to lay on her bare chest just between her breasts. The steady drumming tickles your fingers and you are content to stay like this forever. Agatha snakes her hand under your t-shirt and mirrors the placement of your hand, but on your body.
“We’re always connected, bunny,” she hums with the beating of your heart. “There’s no such thing as us ever being apart. I’ll always know when you need me. And you’ll always know just who you need.”
The tender moment gracefully comes to a close when you hear a soft voice from the doorway.
“Dinner is ready,” Rio offers.
You are too enthusiastic about getting up for Agatha’s liking and she pulls you back down into her lap.
“Only patient little bunnies get presents from Mommy,” she gently wrangles your arms in before softly tickling her fingers at your neck.
It only tickles a little, just enough to draw you into playfulness. You move to tickle her neck in return, but halt when you
“There’s presents?!” you shoot up and feel a little too dizzy at the quick motion.
Maybe the cold medicine has hit you too hard, or maybe you’re a little milk drunk. Probably both…But between the pizza and the presents your brain isn’t sure which to fixate on. You vaguely notice that Agatha is looking over you, brow furrowed in concern. The attention calls to you like a siren and you nearly cave.
You struggle to remind yourself that, whether you go for the pizza or the presents first, the main objective is to make it downstairs. You steel your resolve and focus on the mission at hand.
You dart for the door, but Rio catches you around the waist easily.
“Ah ah ah, bunny,” Rio chides, “What do we say to Mommy?”
You ponder this for a moment and the answer seems clear.
“Dibs on the garlic butter!” you declare as you wiggle to ‘dead-leg’ Rio, successfully escaping and taking off down the steps when her grip loosens.
You hear Agatha’s cackling over the patter of your feet down the steps and aren’t sure if its at Rio or your future.
“I should’ve seen that coming,” Rio assesses.
“Don’t worry, daddy. I’m sure our little bunny is very, very sorry.”
To be continued…