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Agatha startles out of her newest infodump rabbithole – the psychology behind conspiracy theories – and turns on her chair to face her door.
“Aggie! Stop watching porn and answer me, man!” Pietro’s voice booms through the door as much as a muffled voice can. Ugh, Agatha grunts as she looks at her monitor and sees the notifications on her discord app. She rolls her eyes and gets up to yank the door open.
“Don’t fucking call me Aggie, dude.” She says leaning against the door frame.
“Don’t fucking call me-” Pietro starts in a mocking voice. “Who cares-” he pushes into her room, past her. “You need to check out this new mmo, man.” He says hunching over her table to open their discord chat.
“Remind me why I live with you again.” Agatha says, turning to him with a scowl.
“Because your mom hates you and you had a thing for my sister.” Pietro says matter-of-factly. Agatha opens her mouth in disbelief, hoping to retort, but comes out empty. But then she sees the videos Pietro is opening and her interest is peaked. She steps towards him, tying her hair in a low ponytail.
“Excuse me-” She yanks her chair from under him and he seems barely bothered by the brusqueness – truth is they’ve been living together long enough for this to be just a game between them. “What is that?” She asks after settling in her chair.
“The new game I’ve been trying to show you all day.” He huffs. “Covenant of Power, they launched early acce-”
“Holy!” Agatha backhands his chest as she watches the screen. “That was badass! Sure it was you playing?”
“Ha, ha. So funny, Harkness.” Pietro responds dryly. “But, yea. Is what I’m telling you. Game’s pretty cool. You have all of these witch characters with some badass backgrounds, mechanics are okay.” He nods his head from one side to the other. “Balacing is so and so. But they just opened early acces this week. And…” He looks down at Agatha, “some of the characters are some pretty hot chicks.” He says with a smirk.
Agatha smirks back at him. “Oh, you should’ve started with that.” She teases him back. “So you want me to hop in on that wagon with you.”
“Ya.” He nods, features sobering up. “I think if we start now and stream like we planned, we might actually, y’know… make it.” Agatha lets a puff of air out as she smiles at him.
“We just might…” She says with a smile and takes the mouse from his hand to start downloading the game.
“I even got Wanda to join.” He offers with mischief. Agatha feels her ears burning with fury.
“I already said yes!” She starts pushing him away. “Get out of my fucking room!” Pietro lets himself be manhandled as he chuckles.
“Alright. I’m sending you my tag so you add me asap, you lil’ pocketrocket.” He closes the door behind him before Agatha can direct any more aggression towards him. She hears his voice booming through the apartment as he redirects his antics towards his sister.
About a month into playing the game, they had a good enough team for a game that was still on its bare bones. Crafting system seemed to be improving but no one in her team seemed to take to it and Agatha, loving to get her hands in new mechanics, did her best but it wasn’t half as fun as dominating other players and killing their mediocre witches.
She’s trudging by an old area of the map when she comes across an unsuspecting witch on a makeshift crafting table. Easy prey. She thinks to herself hiding in a tall grass patch. Girl was crafting outside a safe space, rookie mistake. Agatha activates the compulsion power of her character to then drain the witch’s power. The player barely tries to fight back, caught by surprise and in a few seconds her body drops to the ground while the Witchkiller cackles in victory.
She opens the general chat. @Witchkiller: Crafting all by your lonesome is a great way of losing all of your items, hun.
Agatha goes over to the crafting table, see if there is anything useful to steal and is met with a surprise — the formula is over halfway finished and it makes no sense. The elements are mismatching and not all compatible. Between not getting any responses that seemed to be from her victim in the chat and the absurdity of the formula they were trying to create, Agatha doesn’t notice the cloaked witch approaching again. Suddenly there’s a sound of wrestling vines and her character is yanked away from the crafting table.
The general chat pops up. @LadyDeath: Not alone anymore. You’re here. Now just give me a minute.
Agatha stares at her screen, baffled as LadyDeath just goes back to the crafting table and continues her mumbling, juggling of artifacts. Witchkiller finally breaks free from the grasping vine, unharmed. Lady Death could’ve decimated her while she was restrained, but chose to ignore her entirely in favor of her nonsensical formula. Still wide eyed, Agatha queues up her powers again and watches as Witchkiller destroys LadyDeath once again.
@LadyDeath: I said wait. You’re so impatient.
@Witchkiller: WTF are you even doing? You’re clearly a newbie. You’re just wasting your items.
@LadyDeath: Okay 🖤
Agatha turns to an imaginary camera with a look that can only be described as are you seeing this? at her imaginary audience. Agatha just waits, not bothering to hide herself and watches as she’s once again ignored. Insane behaviour — anyone else would be at her throat trying to kill her in game and cursing every generation of her family in the chat. LadyDeath is finishing up her item with a maniacal cackle when the chat pops up again.
@LadyDeath: I’m all yours, Witchkiller.
LadyDeath turns and struts towards Witchkiller, grabs something from her bag and slams it agains Witchkiller’s chest. Black and green tendrils wrap up around Agatha’s character, rapidly draining her of life and within the second, both her character and all of her items lie on the floor. Agatha watches, horrified – she has never dropped her magical items upon death before – Lady Death picks up all of her items while the time for her to respawn counts down.
@LadyDeath: Thank you for the gifts 💋
The text joists Agatha from her stupor. She quickly types before other people can get in their conversation.
@Witchkiller: What are you gonna do with them?
@LadyDeath: Probably dismantle and make something better.
@mybrothermademedoit: Damn…
@needforspeed: Brutal…
@Witchkiller: I think I’m in love.
@LadyDeath: Well, then stop trying to kill me you dummy.
Agatha doesn’t think twice and sends LadyDeath a friend request. She prepares herself for the wait but in less than a minute she’s getting a private message.
@LadyDeath: I don’t know who made your items, but they weren’t too creative huh…
@Witchkiller: Well now you’re just being mean to poor old me.
Conversation is an easy flow between them. As the days pass, they cautiously give information about themselves just enough to paint a picture of who they’re spending so much time with. LadyDeath is quickly assimilated into Agatha’s coven, making a point of knowing everyone’s pronouns and ages and cakling when she notices she’s the oldest in the group. The age difference in the group grows even more discrepant when they find @youradoptedbrother being massacred and bullied on and off the chat. Between Agatha loving to show off her powers and Rio loving to enable her, they save the player from further bullying at the moment and drag him into their coven.
@needforspeed: u sure like picking up strays @witchkiller
@youradoptedbrother: u wouldn’t leave me out on the streets to starve would u? 🥺
Agatha can hear Pietro groaning to himself in the back of her mind and it brings her a wave of delight. Finally, she’s not outnumbered by the Maximoffs.
LadyDeath is once again crafting outside the safezone in her makeshift craft table that somehow produces better stuff than the base crafting table. She sent Nicky (aka @youradoptedbrother) on an errand to scour the map for resources so she could craft items for everyone instead of just for the Witchkiller. Everyone in the coven knew, though, if resources were limited, Harkness was getting the goodies before anyone else.
@LadyDeath: It’s not favoritism, she’s the powerhouse of the coven and it’s strategically more sound to back her up.
@Witchkiller: And to the exception of @youradoptedbrother, I am the cutest.
@LadyDeath: That it also true 😋
Agatha smiles, satisfied with herself. LadyDeath, or as she found out once they made the discord server for the coven, Rio, seemed to be a cutie. She hasn’t seen her face yet (Rio doesn’t have a webcam), but the vibes she gave off was absolute babygirl. And sure, maybe Agatha was being a bit delulu about it but after the first “thank you baby 😊” she got for saving LadyDeath, her lower belly did this weird flutter and she’s been chasing that high ever since.
Other covens were none too pleased with this development — easy prey suddenly became a death trap for the unkowing of their tactics. The older covens either knew to leave LadyDeath be when crafting, or were eager to prove they could finally overpower the master craftsman and her Witch Killer.
The growing favoritism between them rustles some feathers in their own coven, especially Pietro’s, but they soon grow accustomed to it. The other covens never do, though, since there’s a constant influx of new covens. They harrass them in the chat during matches because Witchkiller carries LadyDeath. Or if anyone challenges LadyDeath directly in the world map, Witchkiller intervenes to protect her even when it’s not necessary — unless, of course, Rio sends her a “don’t worry, bby. I’m gonna have some fun with this one😈”. Everytime anyone in the chat complains about the Witchkiller’s overprotectiveness, Agatha’s quick to reply all sorts of things like, “that’s none of your business” “you’re just jealous cus you can’t get lgnd items on the second round” “suck my CLIT loooooserrrrrr!” Like the mature adult woman she is.
And then one day LadyDeath herself spoke up to the nagging she tends to ignore, saying, “Of course she’s carrying me. She’s my big and strong protector. She won’t let anything happen to her best girl, right @witchkiller? 🥺👉👈”. Agatha shifted on her chair as she cleared her throat. She feels all of her muscles tense, the way they did when she saw a pretty girl across the club and wanted to impress. Her best girl. She shifts again on her seat and pulls at her pants to losen the tension on her crotch.
My best girl.
Is that a dangerous thought to entertain? Yes. Mine. No, no no. Let’s not go there. It’s been just a few months. It’s been over half a year. I’ve never even seen her face. Agatha huffs a puff of air through her nose and crosses her arms, frowning as she argues with herself. She sees the chat pop up.
@LadyDeath: @Witchkiller babe, I’m crafting and your fan club is here.
@Witchkiller: leave my wife alone!!!!!!!!
Agatha immediately starts moving to Rio’s location, already charging up a few of her powers to make sure LadyDeath’s crafting remains uninterrupted.
Across the other screen, a smirk plays at Rio’s lips — ever since she started playing up her babygirl charm, Harkness had turned into an insatiable, mean and dangerously loyal dog, and Rio could not be more delighted. She had guessed that a lesbian sat behind the Witchkiller’s keyboard. Once Agatha shared her stream with her, Rio was oh so delighted to have her suspicions confirmed: not only a lesbian, but a gorgeous one at that. One of her favorite things to do was to have Agatha’s live open so she could watch her reactions, if she had any, when she flirted with her.
Oh, so I’m her wife now? Interesting…
@LadyDeath: Omg baby 😊 is this you proposing or you just luv me sm it feels like we’re bscly married?
@needforspeed: holy shit. Lesbian activity in the chat.
@youradoptedbrother: if you guys are married does that mean I’m officially your son?
@LadyDeath: Ofc baby!
Agatha has long killed the threats to Lady Death’s crafting and is sitting silently, beet red behind her keyboard as her stream’s chat blows up, finally shutting up about wanting to see Scratchy to mock her for being an useless lesbian.
@mybrothermademedoit: To no one’s surprise, @Witchkiller fucked around and now she’s finding out.
@Witchkiller: **** you Scarlet Witch.
And yes, she was finding out, for now LadyDeath had added ‘wife’ to her venacular when talking or referring to Agatha, on and off game. But little does she know, she’s nowhere near done finding out for all her fucking around.
Discord calls while playing have become a weekly (if not daily) event for the coven, which feeds even more into this little game of fake dating/marriage Rio and Agatha have conjured for themselves. Rio was more than used to listening to Agatha’s raspy and not so deep voice, but it was different, having her talking directly to her and not a general audience. Agatha on the other hand, muted herself the first time she heard Rio’s low but light, soft voice, for fear of letting out an involuntary squeal or moan. Get your shit together, Harkness. God I need to get laid.
They’re going through their usual routine when exploring a new map. LadyDeath crafts them insanely powerful protection shields and armors to various elements and they venture forth; needforspeed (Pietro) scouting ahead and Witchkiller and mybrothermademedoit (Wanda) shielding youradoptedbrother and LadyDeath. The game is fine and the banter keeps up as usual, until Agatha pulls a clutch move, canceling out an environmental trap that would nuke over half their party. The team errupts in excitement.
“Ooh.” Rio lets out in a deep tone. “That’s my good boy.” She says softly, barely loud enough for the mic to pick up. Everyone else in call is hollering over Agatha’s move, but somehow Rio’s words were the only Agatha actually registered. She thanks the divine mother that she ended her live earlier as she feels her entire body warming up, her heart stuttering in her chest, her mouth running dry. She swallows nothing and for what seems like the first time in years, finds herself truly speechless.
Rio notices Agatha’s verbal absence for the rest of the exploration time they get before needing rest, but decides not to poke the bear. Then, as soon as the match ends, Agatha quietly bids farewell and logs off, Rio feels icy thorns piercing her back with guilt and fear that she went too far. She logs off too with some or other excuse, wondering if she should reach out to Agatha and apologize. A notification pops up, deciding for her what to do.
Agatha💜✨: Hey…
Agatha💜✨: Can you not call me good boy in chat/vc?
Rio feels the chill on her back grow as she reads that and quickly types a respond.
Rio🖤: Oh, I’m so sorry. I should have asked first if you’d be okay with it.
Rio🖤: Won’t happen again.
Agatha’s response comes almost desperately fast.
Ags💜✨: No no!
Ags💜✨: It’s alright.
Ags💜✨: I’m ok with it on dms. Here… Mayb if it’s just us in cal. Just not in front of everyone.
Rio🖤: Oh-
Ags💜✨: Cus they’re so immature y’know! They’ll be morons about it.
Rio🖤: Oh, yea yea. I get it. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t dare birsmirch your bad boy reputation.
Rio🖤: You being my good boy will be our little secret 🥰
They both lean back, Agatha on her gamer chair and Rio on her worn wooden one, and sigh as their hearts flutter. Agatha feels like she’s getting pried open and it’s scary. She needs to stop that feeling. This is just some rando on the internet — not like it would actually go anywhere- it’s just a game. Rio, on the other hand, is giggling to herself, oh I’m gonna eat this girl up.
During the years of early access, some things become staples not only for the coven, but known by the community. Droves of people go to Pietro, Agatha or Wanda’s streams begging for a peek at Rio’s crafting.
“Gurl, you think I ask her how she does it?” Wanda says with a teasing smirk. “I’m just thankful she gives me stuff instead of using it against me. Oh my god guys! Thank you for the sub poppingbottles69. We’re only 10 subs away from our monthly goal!”
When on call and asked about it, Rio just says, “read what the components do, match what feels right.” Which for most gamers reads as “fuck you, I’m not telling you anything.” The lack of sharing from the team and the fact that no one knows how to find Rio to ask her directly, leads to speculations of them cheating. One of these instances happens on Agatha’s stream as a pesky viewer keeps on pointing out that this or that effect is mechanically impossible. Agatha rolls her eyes.
“Jen, can you take care of this stupid bitch?” Agatha asks her mod. Her eyes go back to the chat and she catches an unfamiliar handle.
@notfromriot: Wait, you’re playing with Lady Death?? Yea, she doesn’t cheat, somehow. We don’t condone cheating and have done extensive diving into her activities to ensure that.
“Wait, is that one of the devs?”
@notfromriot: Yup!
@godsfavoriteprincess: I just looked him up. He’s 1 of the devs 4 sur
“Oh my god, babe.” Agatha says, catching Rio’s attention. “One of the devs is here on my chat.”
“Oh my god that’s amazing, honey.” Rio says, her smile reflected in her voice. “You’re so good they’re showing up at your lives.” Agatha is mid replying about her greatness when she sees another text.
@notfromriot: Does she not stream? We need to see how she does some of these items.
“Holy shit. They’re here for you, Ri.” She looks at the camera with a dumbfounded smile. “You’ve made too many broken items.”
@notfromriot: If we could get her email to get her game logs. We’ll send instructions on how to get those.
Safe to say that not only did the chat explode, but so did the game’s community, finding out that Rio’s broken items were truly and thoroughly broken, even the devs couldn’t understand it. They used her logs to fix up bugs and errors in the code — Agatha would post warning everyone whenever Rio sent a log report, because guaranteed the game would go down for maintenance no longer than a week later. This, I might add, was a recurring event.
One of the items that captured the devs’ attention like a lighthouse in a stormy night, was what Nicky liked to call the magical wrangler and vets called the death ray of doom. See, this game, like any other game, didn’t make you drop your items, much less magical ones, when you died.
Rio made the magical wrangler for Nicky, he’d go in alone into a pvp area while Agatha and Rio did some scarce farming on the nearest point to him just outside the pvp area. Nicky was shining with all his magical gear and insane high level. He’d find a crowded area and start working.
@youradoptivebrother: there once was a boy
@youradoptivebrother: who walked all alone
@youradoptivebrother: he looked for his friends
@youradoptivebrother: he looked under mountains and higher than domes
@youradoptivebrother: but still the boy walked all alone
@youradoptivebrother: he searched among rivers
@youradoptivebrother: he delved into groves
@youradoptivebrother: and yet he found no friend of his own
@youradoptivebrother: he sang songs day and night
@youradoptivebrother: he flowered the graves
@youradoptivebrother: and yet the boy had naught but his own empty home
@ironmaiden: will you PLEASE shut up????
@youradoptivebrother: you don’t like my song?
@irondmaiden: no1’s here to read ******* songs
@youradoptivebrother: but I’m an orphan. I have nowr else to share 🥺
@venomsfelinedejection: dude just ignore him. I’ve been playing this game almost as long as this kid. Not worth it.
@ironmaiden: He needs to shut the **** up
@youradoptivebrother: I just want some help and attention 💔 I’m always playing alone
@venomsfelinedejection: believe me dude, better off just leaving him alone.
The back and forth would go on between new players and vets, with Nicky interjecting to frame himself continuously as the victim, while more people joined to complain about Nicky while vets warned them to leave it be, until, of course, they let the noobs learn the hard way.
@youradoptivebrother: Can anyone help me?
@youradoptivebrother: guys I’m serious, I can’t find the spot I need to go to
@ironmaiden: kid when I get my hands on you
@mightybrohner: dude where r you
@groot402: I can help!!
@rockhardship: I’ll help if it’ll make you stop spamming
@thepowerhouseofthecell: ENOUGH!!!!!!
@youradoptivebrother: *pings location in map*
@strangerthanfiction: oh you poor sods
@venomsfeniledejection: gonna learn the hard way…
@youradoptivebrother: 😇 I’s just a baby
@strangerthanfiction: Sure you are, lil’ brother
Everyone that went to Nicky’s location, whether to help or shut him up, suffered the same fate: Nicky would activate the magical wrangler that would send a death ray sweeping an insane radious around him, causing insane amounts of necrotic damage on this huge AoE. Everyone would drop dead and along with them, all their non-magical and magical items. Immediately after, Agatha and Rio would swoop in to help Nicky scavenge the spoils of their treachery, ignoring the public chat denouncing them to hell and back and the neighbouring galaxies.
It takes the dev team a few weeks to make the death ray kill Nicky too and reduce the AoE. Another few weeks to make it drop only magical items. After years of using Rio’s creativity to fix their game and create obstacles for her specifically, they finally found themselves at a programming cul-de-sac. She had figured out how to make a magic wrangler, albeit weaker, in a way that they could not impede, using something directly connected to the hard code of the game. Unbeknownst to Rio, the dev team removed their hats and bowed their heads in respect — she had outsmarted them.
Rio was no pro-gamer. This was actually her first time playing an mmo rpg, at the recommendation of her best friend, Hela. She was simply curious, and enjoyed finding how things worked mostly from poking at them, rather than studying them academically. That’s how every item, deemed broken by other players, came to be.
“Yea, yea. So I add this too, along with the drake grenade.” Rio explains as she shares her screen with Agatha and Pietro. “And before any elemental item from potions to shards would suffice, but now only the supreme necrotic shard works. And voilà!” She says as Lady Death cackles on her screen, in ecstasy with the creation of yet another death ray. Agatha watches amazed . She never would’ve thought of adding those items together. Everything indicated incompatibility. She says as much to Rio, who hums in thought.
“I mean, in theory they don’t match, but you don’t know for sure until you try it.” And then she adds in a saccarine tone, “isn’t that right, cariño?” Agatha’s cheeks start warming up.
“I- uh- um- ye- I mean-” Agatha stutters when suddenly the Lesbian Alert redeemable reward from her channel starts blasting in her headphones. “OH MY GOD GUYS!” She turns beet red instantly. “SHUT UP!” Rio chuckles, amused.
“What happened?”
@scarletwitch: tell her
@twinklewiccan: ur welcome
@godsfavoriteprincess: I’ll never regret adding these 2 ur channel
@tinyhumanshield: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
“I hate every single one of you so much.” Agatha grunts.
“ Oh ,” my poor baby boy, Rio almost finishes saying. “Which song did they play this time?” Agatha sighs, looking like a kicked puppy.
“The lesbian alert one.” She mumbles.
“Ow, it’s almost as if they were watching a lesbian’s stream.” Rio says with a pout in her voice.
“You’re gonna get me killed, my love.”
“I am known as Lady Death, baby.” Rio rasps, her voice dropping an octave. “You signed up for this the day you decided to bully me.”
“Well, you sure knew how to put me in my place even then.” Agatha retorts with a smirk, eyes sparkling. She’s so taken with the moment she doesn’t notice So This Is Love reward playing in the background.
“And I’m third-wheeling yet again.” Pietro mutters and both girls start laughing softly as both streamer’s chat blows up. “Great… At least I get clout.”
“You know it’s weird that you watch these old lesbians, right?”
Nicky lifts his head from his phone, where he was watching Agatha co-streaming with Wanda while on call with Rio and Billy. He quirks an eyebrow, grip on his phone tightening protectively when he sees his personal tormenter of the orphanage standing before him.
“It’s feshishishization and it’s wrong .” The girl says, both hands on her hips jutting to one side with the attitude of the beholder of The Truth. “As a young white cis straight boy, you should do better.” His brown eyes narrow.
“I’m colombian.” He says with a scowl. “I have made no decision about my gender or sexuality.” He adds and then sneers, “and it’s pronounced fetishization. Pendeja.” He lets out a huff of air through his nose and turns his back to the girl, focusing again on his phone. As he listens to the banter between the adults that have become a beacon in his everyday life, the girl’s presence seems to lift off of his shoulders. He feels himself smile when Agatha smiles, laughing when Rio does. What did she know about them? They've been a constant source of support for nearly 3 years. Who is she to say what is or isn't right? And when he hears his name, he quickly types in the chat.
@welcometottttttttarget: I miss both of my mamas too 💚💜
@welcometottttttttarget: But I only get pc hrs again tmrw night
Both women gush seeing that he’s online and are quick to reassure him that he doesn’t need to worry about being available to play at all times. He has to spend time with his friends and do homework. Nicky almost feels annoyed, but to have someone other than the nuns and social workers telling him to do homework… someone he was allowed to call mama… his chest tightens.
“You know they’re not your actual moms, right?” Nicky almost jumps out of his skin, yanking his body forward and spinning to face the girl who was spying over his shoulder. “They can call you whatever but you’re just some kid online. They’ll never actually adopt you.”
“ Shut up. ” Nicky’s voice comes out tight as he speaks through gritted teeth.
“I’m sorry, Nicolas.” The girl says shrugging. Nicky’s eyes burn as they rapidly well up. “I’m not saying it to hurt you. But we’re almost teens. No one’s gonna adopt us anymore.”
“I don’t care!” He shouts at her, almost throwing his phone on the floor. He quickly pockets it before he ends up smashing it. “They don’t need to adopt me! They love me!” He says through snot and tears. The girl scoffs, despite looking concerned.
“They don’t even know you, Nicolas.” She says, crossing her arms.
“Yes they do!”
“They don’t care about you, these influencers .” She says as if the word lent more credit to her argument. “They just care about clout and numbers. They probably just use you to get more followers.” She shrugs with the posture of someone admitting to a sad truth.
“SHUT UP!” Nicky launches from where he stands, tackling the girl. “YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT!” He grabs her thick brown hair and pulls her down to the ground and goes down with her. He starts slamming his fists down on the girl, sometimes hitting her, sometimes hitting the floor, sometimes himself. “THEY LOVE ME! THEY LOVE ME! THE LOVE me! They love ME! They LOVE me!” Blinded by rage, sorrow and tears, his fists grow too heavy for him to continue dishing out his punishment. Too numb to truly feel the girl scratching him in return.
He doesn’t really hear the muffled sound of hurried steps, or the workers calling his name, or the soft hand on his back encouraging him to move. Two sets of hands grab him by the shoulders and hook under his armpit before vaulting him up. As if a lever had been pulled, he instantly starts sobbing, wailing like he did the day he was brought to the orphanage. His favorite nurse whispers something near his ear. He understands her, but can’t make out the words. He wants to be carried and dragged, be the damsel in distress, but he’s a big boy now, all by himself in the world. He plants his feet on the ground, knees wobbly, and lets himself be guided wherever they deem fit to take him.
“Oh, you’re back early.” Lilia says, face lighting up as she sees Rio in the inner garden of their house.
A few years ago, Rio was a respectful tenant and Lilia was a warm landlord. After nearly a decade of Lilia sharing her too big home with Rio, they had become inextricably bonded. Rio and her green thumb were always happy to help with the flowershop Lilia opened on the foyer of her house and she has been working for Lilia ever since she moved in.
Lilia lives in one of those old Italian homes meant to hold generations of her family, alas they were all dead or scattered to the wind and she never had kids, which is why she started renting out rooms and offering employment at her shop. She was lucky, really, that Rio found her offer. Yet Rio would call herself the lucky one. Lilia charged barely enough to cover the costs of having another mouth under her roof as rent and paid her a good enough salary, apart from that she was a delight to be around — dream situation, really.
Rio lifts her head from the small man made lake where she was tending to some water lilies, and beams at Lilia. “Yea. I’m almost giving up on my job hunting venture.” Rio says, wrapping her arms around Lilia’s waist and pulling her closer into her arms. “I think you’re stuck with me as your helping hand forever.” She leans down to kiss Lilia’s cheek softly. Lilia rubs her back gently.
“God forbid. I can’t stand another minute of you giggling at your phone whenever that Harkness girl texts you.” Lilia grunts, rolling her eyes. “Go be uselessly gay on someone else’s payroll.” Despite the dismissive and annoyed tone, she does not pull away from Rio’s embrace. Rio gapes at her, baffled.
“I’m not useless!” She says with an affected tone of faux offense.
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“Not yet.”
“It’s been three years, picciotta.” Lilia deadpans her. “Get your act together and snatch that lesbian before someone else does.”
“First of all, I’m playing the long game.” Rio says with a glint of mischief playing at the edge of her lips. “Second of all… I got plans for exactly that this week.” Lilia raises a curious eyebrow.
“Oh, yea?”
“The game is gonna launch, Nicky is finally gonna be allowed back — miss my boy — and I am gonna launch my own stream as soon as I have time.” Rio shrugs one shoulder and pouts slightly, sassy. “When she sees who’s been calling her guapa, she won’t be looking anywhere else long enough to be snatched up before I get my pretty hands on her.” Lilia shakes her head smiling.
“Nenti, picciotta capricciusa. What am I gonna do with you?” She says giving Rio’s lower back two soft slaps. She starts loosening her embrace. “Can’t wait to see how that goes.”
“Oh, I’ll bet. ” Rio winks at her, earning a chuckle from the older woman. Lilia leans up to kiss her cheek before Rio happily skips away.
Her phone vibrates as her screen lights up with a call from “Nicky💚💜”. Rio’s face brightens as she answers the phone.
“Hola, hola, pretty boy. Como estas?” She chirps at him.
“Hola, Rio…” Nicky answers, sounding a bit bashful. “No se… I guess I’m fine. What about you?”
“I’m alright.” Rio traps her phone between her ear and shoulder so it won’t fall as she moves some pots around. “Just doing some light work at the flowershop. Are you still grounded?”
“Not as much. They’re letting me use my phone outside pc hours again.” Nicky says, playing with the seams of his shorts.
“And the first thing you did was call me?” Rio says, stopping what she’s doing.
Nicky nods, “mhmm. They just gave it to me like an hour ago. I charged it first.”
Rio places a hand over her chest as her heart melts. “Aw, baby. That means so much to me.”
“I thought about group calling you and Agatha, but she’s on live and I didn’t want to interrupt.” Nicky says sheepishly.
“She would put her live on pause if you asked for it, Nicks.” Rio says, voice warm.
“I think you got me confused with yourself.” Nicky says with a chuckle that sounds a bit too dry to be true. “She’d do anything for you.”
Rio smirks playfully, “maybe… we’ll find out soon enough. So,” she decides to change the subject when she feels the boy is uncomfortable. “Did you get any updates on your CoP account after the little riot we staged?” Rio says remembering how a bunch of players threatened to quit after Nicky lost his account.
“Yea, they emailed me last night. I’m only gonna turn 13 in a few months, so I’m gonna have to wait ‘till then to get my account.” He says, frustrated, but relieved at the same time, still nervously playing with the unraveling seam of his shorts. “They already prepared a new account for me with my twitch tag and I’ll get to have all the stuff that’d transfer over from my old account once the game launches.”
“Oh, sweet!” Rio says, her smile evident in her voice, then a thought crosses her mind. “Do you want me to wait ‘till your birthday so we play for the first time together on the same day?”
“Que?! No, no.” Nicky shakes his head, voice increasing a pitch. “Really, no. Play with Agatha like you planned.”
“You sure?” Rio confirms.
“Yea, watching you guys play actually is a lot of fun. I’m ok with waiting a few more months.” Nicky says with a shrug. “It’s what I get for not lying about my age.”
“Hey, it’s alright buddy.” Rio reassures him. “Soon you’ll be tired of having us around all the time, you’ll see.”
“Tire- I would never.” A worker gets his attention and signals it’s time to eat. “I gotta go. It’s lunch time.”
“Alright. Talk to you later. Love you, buddy.”
“Love you too.” Nicky mumbles under his breath and hangs up.
Rio chews the inside of her cheek. The feeling that there was something the boy hasn’t told her broiled her insides, but she shuts down any instincts that constantly bubble up when it comes to Nicky — it’d be insane to even think it.
Launch day is exciting.
They’re all in call squealing and shouting as they open the newly revamped game to see and explore all the new goodies. There’s a bitterswetness to having Nicky in call but not in the game with them, but Agatha will take what she can get. In all honesty, the weeks without hearing his voice had hit her chest with the strangest acrid wave. Thankfully, now that he’s back, the wave is gone.
Agatha had asked him why he was gone and he said he got in trouble. She made a joke about one never being in trouble if they never get caught, in the hopes to lighten his mood. Yet, he only gave her a bitter laugh that he seemed to think it’d trick her, but she knew that tone all too well. Better not to ask, she thought, then, if he needs to talk, he knows I’m here .
And now he’s here. His chirpy voice that is starting to become unatuned laughs at her jokes like he always did.
Rio cuts a box open as she throws harmless venom at Agatha over chat.
“Whatcha doing over there, Lady Death?” Wanda asks, curious when she hears the sound of tape being ripped.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.” Rio replies, her smirk can be heard through her voice. The call bursts laughing as Wanda stammers in amusement.
Rio pulls out yet another piece of equipment from the boxes just delivered to her and snaps a picture before sending it to Hela.
Rio💀🖤: It’s all here baby!!
Hela💀🖤: HELL YEAH
Hela💀🖤: Can’t wait to see everyone’s reaction😈
Rio💀🖤: You’re gonna help me set up, right?
Hela💀🖤: ofc I am! Dwai!
Rio💀🖤: Dwai?
Hela💀🖤: Don’t worry about it 🙄
Rio💀🖤: OH
“So, lets own this game just like old times or what?” Rio says, bringing the conversation back to the game before they ask her or Nicky any more questions. They get back in the game as if it was any other Tuesday.
Chapter 2
Summary:
They break the game yet again.
Notes:
In case anyone missed it, Agatha is really fucking gay. And Rio is insane.
This is a short one but a good one
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Alright, he stays any longer on camera and I’ll have to start charging you guys.” Agatha places Señor Scratchy on the floor so he can hop away. She looks back at her screen and rolls her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “No, I don’t know where Lady Death is. You guys know we’re not actually married right?” And then she goes quiet for a full fucking minute cus chat is right, where is she? Rio hasn’t played for two fucking weeks. They were still texting but not half as much as she’d grown accustomed to. Usually she knows what’s going on with Rio, but she’s been infuriatingly elusive the past weeks. Not even their usual calls for some parallel work like she’d grown to like and pretended was a chore.
So this is love… hmmm mmmm The song blasts in her headphones, snapping her back to reality. Her stream is encompassed by a shower of hearts around the bold text in gigantic font ‘Is Death in the mind?👀’. Goddess, why do I let Jen be in charge of anything?
“ No , Death is not in the mind.” Agatha scowls, actively trying to push thoughts of Rio away. “I can play just fine without her.” And maybe if she weren’t visibly pouting, people would believe her. They might even believe she’s not a brat. “Time to obliterate that big boss everyone’s saying is impossible to beat.”
The coven’s chat immediately starts blowing up with everyone from Pietro to Billy telling her not to start a fight with Mephisto, especially not without LadyDeath. But Agatha, stubborn ass that she is, goes in anyway and starts a fight, invoking all of them into the arena. As both her stream and the coven chat scream at her, Agatha cracks her fingers. “Okay chat, let’s make HERstory.” Jennifer is the first to break:
@godsfavoriteprincess: Harkness stfu
@tinyhumanshield: you’re insufferable witchkiller
Insufferable or not, Agatha is good at this game. She’s throwing everything she’s got at Mephisto — spells, items, gadgets, you name it — all of it having detonation property compatible with her ult power. But one by one, her teammates drop.
@wiccan: shit it’s gonna be tpk
@needforspeed: WE SHOULD’VE WAITED
@mybrothermademedoit: the withckiller got her coven killed… the irony
@needforspeed: I need that upgrade!!!
“Thank you, Lady Death.” Agatha mumbles under her breath as one of the items spark up to signal they’re ready for detonation, completely ignoring the chat. She looks at her ult charge meter. 7 seconds. Mephisto brings down his fiery blade upon her and takes about 70% of her hp down. Agatha winces. Goddammit. Maybe she should’ve waited.
She needs 5 more seconds for her ult to charge. Mephisto attacks every 2 seconds. He’s already charging his fireball. She’s toast. Crispy, burnt toast.
@ScarletWitch: Should’ve waited for your wife
@welcometottttttttarget: I believe in you mom!
@twinklewiccan: We told you Agatha!!
Agatha can feel the muscles on her shoulders taut as Mephisto releases a blast at her. She winces and waits for the defeat song and her character writhing to death.
But it never comes.
Instead, a shield illuminates around the witchkiller. Wait… what? “I don’t have a shield.” She says in disbelief. She sees the shield still has half of its energy bar and in her moment of surprise, when Mephisto’s next attack comes, she doesn’t die, miraculously only the shield goes. The chat goes insane , absolutely flooding. But the only thing that catches Agatha’s attention is the game’s dms and Rio’s tag pops up. “Ah of course!” Agatha lets out reading her message.
@LadyDeath: Added a lil something for you, love. You’re welcome <3
“My wife!” Agatha’s heartbeat spikes and instinct kicks just as her ult activates and she unleashes it. Rio pops up in her stream chat this time.
@LadyDeath: Oh? ♥️
Mephisto’s life drains rapidly as the chat blows up even more. The unbeatable boss was obliterated , just as Agatha promised. Agatha blanks at the screen.
@needforspeed: MOTHERFUCKING WITCHKILLER!!!
@twinkletwink: HARKNESS HOLY SHIT!
@welcometottttttttarget: MY HERO!!!!!!!
@tinyhumanshield: OF COURSE YOU PULLED THIS OFF???
@LadyDeath: I hear congratulations are in order, my love ♥️
Mephisto’s body drops to the ground as the notification of the Glory At The End trophy pops up. There’s a weird glitch and the session ends, kicking Agatha back to the main menu. Agatha’s eyes go wide.
@notfromriot: Lady Death, I’m gonna send you an invoice for my therapy sessions, is2g.
Still dazed, Agatha sees there’s a notification on her discord and opens it.
Rio🖤: You didn’t wait for me? 😔 And here I thought you were my good boy.
Agatha’s face lights up with a flush. “ Goddess- ” She lets out a shaky breath and attempts to hide her blush behind a hand. “Everytime I’m live, huh?” She glances at her second monitor. “Chat, shut the fuck up.” She looks back at the game and finally notices what happened. “Holy shit. Babe. We broke the game again.”
Rio is lying on her bed, sketchbook open on her folded legs. She has her laptop open; the playback of Agatha’s live is up and paused right when Agatha blushed. Pencil to paper as she traces the sharp yet soft lines of her game wife. Gorgeous, really. Her phone vibrates and she sees a notification from her one and only.
Ags💜✨: You haven’t played in two weeks. I thought you weren’t gonna show.
Rio🖤: I told you I would. You know I don’t break promises. Sorry for being offline so much, I got into that program I told you about.
Ags💜✨: OMG That’s amazing!
Rio🖤: Yea! 😁😁😁
When Agatha doesn’t answer back, Rio locks her phone and goes back to sketching her future wife. Agatha might not know that yet, but she’ll get there. Nothing time won’t fix. In the meantime, Agatha has been staring at her phone for 10 minutes — at the unsent typed message she has in Rio’s chat making itself boldly present. She chews on her lip staring back at it. Rio’s phone vibrates again and she looks at the notification.
Ags💜✨: Am I still your good boy?
Rio smirks, oh, so pleased. What a delicious little thing she got all for herself.
Chapter 3
Summary:
Rio breaks Agatha😊
Notes:
I had to feature the song that inspired the title of this fic :) And yes I'm double posting cus they're both short chaps.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
“Listen to your heart~” Rio sings as she sets up her microphone on the tall garden table. “When he’s calling for you~” She drums her fingers across the table’s surface slightly off rhythm. “Listen to your heart, there’s nothing else you can do~” She opens Harkness’ stream, bobbing her head to the song as she purses her lips, leaving her stream on mute just to give her the views. She grabs her phone and texts Hela as she walks over to the store’s counter, telling her everything’s ready to start, she just needs about 5 minutes before they go on.
Hela💀✨: You got it boss🖕
Rio leans over the counter and watches Lilia doing her usual bookkeeping. She watches as Lilia stops writing for a beat and then continues — the usual sign she knows she’s been watched, but won’t interrupt herself for someone else’s sake.
“I’m gonna be in the back of the garden busy for a couple of hours.” She says informatively.
“Doing your crafting game thing, yea?” Lilia asks, finally looking up and Rio nods in response. A smirk slowly grows on Lilia’s lips. “Isn’t that what you do when you spend time with that Harkness girl?” Rio smirks right back at her, proudly lifting her head with a tender blush on her cheeks. “Alright sundew, go catch your water fly.” Rio chuckles walking backwards.
“Oh, I will.” She drawls, “and I’ll savor every moment digesting her.” She winks before turning back and walking out of the store and into the inner garden. Lilia shakes her head.
“What a scary bitch.” She shivers. “It’s what I get for teaching a mortician about carnivorous plants."
“How’s everybody today? Good?” Agatha has barely started her stream and chat is already flooding with comments asking to see Señor Scratchy. “Oh you little shits! I see how it is. Using me to get to Scratchy!” Her boy was napping last she checked. No way she was going to disturb his majesty. But among the stream of comments in her chat, one caught her attention because it was someone that never interacted with her stream.
@Hela_AH: WITCHKILLER LOOK HERE. Lady Death is streaming [LINK].
Oh-
There’s a twitch to her lips as she tries to contain a smile. She clicks on the link without a second thought. A new tab opens, it loads a simple looking twitch stream channel adorned in black and forest green. Rio clearly hasn’t really looked into having a full set up. The live finishes loading and Agatha’s eyes lock, for the first time, on her game wife. The nearly black brown hair, her round and somehow jutted features, the light tanned skin that seems to be so soft. She’s wearing black string tank top under a moss green wool cardigan that seems to be soft and a bit too large for her, has fallen off one of her shoulders, showing off the delicate line of her bust and toned muscles underneath. The round and large copper eyes that are looking away from the screen at the moment, and an eraser at the tip of a pencil taps slowly against the lower of her plump lips. Agatha blinks.
Rio bites the pencil on her lip. “Uhmmm, if I’m not crafting for Harkness, I’m in the garden. This garden.” She says with a soft smile.
Agatha swallows. This is the woman that calls her good boy .
Rio finally looks back at her screen, reading the chat. “Yes, it’s a witch’s garden.” She says tilting her head and smiling brightly. There’s a small gap between her front teeth. There’s a small gap between Agatha’s lips now too. “Circe, calm down. And- Oh.” Rio sees her chat suddenly flooding. “Where did you all come from?” Rio’s eye zone-in on her screen.
Agatha feels her heartbeat accelerating. She’s too cute . Agatha is way past blushing. Rio’s voice soft and low. Agatha was happy to say there was nothing there before. Just games. Just two gals being pals. Girls having fun. But now her pulse is rushed, her head is reeled, her face is flushed. What- this feverish feeling, like a flame lighting her core.
“Oh? Harkness is here?” Rio saying her name snaps Agatha back to reality, her eyes darting between her own chat and Rio’s stream. Rio lit up when she said Agatha’s name, voice somehow softer, a slight blush to her cheeks. “Hi, my love~” Rio beams, “thank you for the support~” Jesus fucking christ- How the fuck does she sound like she’s talking through a filter of heart emojis?
Agatha clears her throat and brings her hand to cover mouth- her stupid, idiotic, dumbfounded smile. “Uh– Right. S- so.” She blinks owlishly. Her own chat is dragging her.
@godsfavoriteprincess: Girl, you know your camera still on rite??
@twinkletwink: Agatha Harkness???? SPEECHLESSS??? LAdy Death will be getting my follow
@tinyhumanshield: IKR
@godsfavoriteprincess: Agatha Harkness (noun) I. Useless lesbian.
“Shut up.” Agatha mutters into her microphone.
“Hey, baby.” Agatha’s eyes snap back to Rio when she hears her saying ‘baby’, blushing even harder noticing her instinctual reaction to the pet name in Rio’s voice. She doesn’t dare look at her chat. “I finally got that webcam you told me about. What do you think?” Rio leans over the table, resting on her elbows, swinging the pencil between her fingers. Totally not noticing how one of the strings of her shirt drops down her shoulder as her small breasts are pushed together. “Pretty good quality, right?” She grins sweetly, so innocently at the camera. Agatha rushes to answer.
@Witchkiller: Yea! I told you. Crisp image cool like a cucumber!
She groans and facepalms. Her chat is going off with Billy, Jen and Alice mocking her, but at least no one has redeemed one of those stupid fucking sounds.
“Alright guys, stream is over for now, let’s just raid Rio before I- whatever.” She mumbles when she realizes she already embarrassed herself and starts a raid. Her self-loathing is interrupted by Rio’s sacarine tone.
“You have to show me around all these add ons, love. I want my channel looking as cool as yours.”
@Witchkiller: ‘course! We can get in call and I’ll show you the ropes
Rio smirks and a sliver of malice flashes across her eyes. “I bet you will, my love. ” Agatha’s brain fries — Rio usually uses that tone when she calls her good boy while they’re in call. “I don’t wanna stream and not be matching my beautiful wife.” Rio winks at the camera.
Agatha melts on her chair.
How the fuck is she this hot? She feels her entire body warm. She unclenches her thighs and feels a familiar soft pulse between them. Goddammit.
@Witchkiller: ♥️ 😁 Only the best for my wife!
She sends as if she wasn’t dying inside. As if this was okay. As if everything were fine. As if she weren’t a thirsty fly landing on the sparkly and sweet looking sundew. As if she wasn’t stuck, unable to look, move away. She’s stuck and no matter how hard she beats her wings, she can’t fly away… let’s be real, she isn’t even trying to stretch them open.
Once Rio’s stream is over, Agatha moves away from her computer to take a cold shower. Eat. Read a book. Literally anything that isn’t replaying every second of Rio in her mind.
Hours later, Agatha is on her bed, replaying every time Rio smiled or blushed during her live, when she sees a notification pop up on her screen.
Rio🖤: Thank you for being there on my first steam ♥️
Ags💜✨: If you’d told me I would’ve been there sooner.
Rio🖤: I wanted it to be a surprise 🥺👉👈
Ags💜✨: It was the most lovely one 💜
Rio🖤: 🥰
Rio🖤: You’re too sweet
Ags💜✨: I just like you too much
Rio🖤: Mmmmm, we got a charmer in the chat
Rio🖤: Gonna have to tell me wife 😉
Ags💜✨: Your wife got nothing on me baby 😏
Rio smirks at her phone, heart fluttering in her chest. The sundew flower closes her arms around the fly. Witchkiller is not going anywhere away from her.
Notes:
Did- did you catch the wicked reference?
Chapter Text
“So, tell them baby. About last night.” Agatha says into her mic, not missing a beat from her game.
It had been weeks of them streaming together. They were rarely not on call now, even when Rio was working in the garden or sketching and Agatha was playing something else. They were constantly streaming together.
Rio makes feings sheepishness, “baby… on camera ? I didn’t know you were so kinky. What would our children say?” Agatha feels her face burning and she stutters.
“I- no. I mean the email, Rio!” Gosh. How the fuck she got me acting so stupid? Agatha powers through, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Last night they went down a Princess Diana rabbithole watching conspiracy videos and documentaries.
“Oh! Right!” Rio feigns innocence.
Little shit.
“Well, first they wanted to thank me for breaking their game yet again and will give us some special little things that we’ll be unboxing together.” Rio smiles, wiggling her eyebrows excitedly. “And, since we signed up as the adults responsible for someone to have permission to play, and it will be that special someone’s birthday in three days…” Rio waits a beat for dramatic purposes, “they are finally getting their account back and will be playing with us again!”
@welcometottttttttarget: No ****ing way!!! REALLY??
Nick faceplants on his bed, kicking his feet and biting his pillow as he squeals into it. To be honest, he thought the dev team was lying about giving his account back and that he’d have to start it all over again. There’s no shadow of doubt in his mind that that only didn’t happen thanks to Agatha, Rio and the rest of the coven standing up for him.
“Yea, baby~” Agatha’s voice brings his attention back to the phone. “You’ll be playing with your mamas soon enough.” She beams at the camera, her smile clearly just for him.
@welcometottttttttarget: OMG You guys are the best 😭😭😭
“You are,” Rio says softly, “we’ll do anything for our boy.” She winks playfully at the camera, but even that isn’t enough to surpass the tenderness of the moment. They can’t know it for sure, but both Agatha and Rio look at each other on their respective screens. A soft smile, warm eyes, the molten beat of their heart oozes with something Rio is assured of, and Agatha prays to the Divine Mother is only a temporary delusion.
Agatha is with her headphones in, cleaning Scratchy’s pen. A proud and easy smile on her face as she hears Rio cackle in her ears.
“You think I’m joking?! I would!” She says trying to sound offended, but not able to hide the delight she feels hearing Rio laugh.
“Sure, Agatha . Why don’t you put your money where your mouth is?” Rio challenges her as she guides some insects she caught towards the carnivorous plants.
“Bet you’d love that.” Agatha smirks, putting Scratchy back in his cage now that his free roaming hours were done.
“I would.” Rio agrees. “If you did, I might even let you put your mouth in many other places.” She says casually.
“I- Oh-” Agatha trips, almost dropping the trash bag, and catches herself before falling to her knees. She clears her throat, rolling her shoulders back. “Uuhmmmm…” C’mon brain! Words! What happened to fuckboy Harkness who never missed a beat??? Majored in lit for nothing.
“Calm down, Harkness.” Rio teases. “We’re friends, right?” She says dropping on one of Lilia’s arm chairs in the living room with a quiet huff.”It’s weird being so close and like- I don’t know. I’d just like to know what it’s like being around you, y’know?” Agatha lets out a nervous laughter, wondering if she’d survive an encounter with Rio given how she affects her even through the protection of physical distance.
“I’m an acquired taste.” Agatha says rather dryly, but there’s a challenge in her tone, for those who know how to listen to her.
“Oh, yea?” Rio knows how to listen to her.
“Yea, I’m like caviar. Everyone wants a taste but only a few can actually handle me.” Agatha says confidently and Rio hums in turn.
“So now you’re telling me where to put my mouth?” Rio drawls in a low tone. Agatha stops, placing a hand on the wall to brace herself.
“ Jesus , Rio.”
“Sorry, you’ve just been such a good boy.” Rio continues with her low voice and then adds innocently, “I couldn’t help it.” Agatha stays quiet, breathing.
This woman is trying to kill her, she’s sure of it. Her mother found a mad scientist tailored Rio in a lab specifically for her and sent her out into the world with one mission: Destroy Agatha.
Fuck. Am I going too hard? Rio scolds herself and feels her mind scrambling to fix it, confidence wavering. “Sorry if that was too much-”
“Rio-”
“You’re always talking about how-”
“ Rio. ” Agatha calls more firmly. “Love.” Rio swallows and quiets, running her tongue over her lower teeth. “Breathe.” Rio closes her eyes, breathing to calm herself down. Agatha feels a tinge of relief — at least she’s not the only gay mess of the pair of them. “I’d love to know what it feels like to be near you, too.” Rio lights up, a weight lifting off her chest.
“Yea?” She asks softly.
“Yea… and luckly we live only a few hours away from each other so…” Agatha does a suggestive pout, forgetting they don’t have cameras on.
“We can make it happen.” Rio completes her sentiment.
“Yea.” Both their voices have gone soft, like the intimacy of late afternoons under a sunny breeze spent in hushed whispers.
“Agatha…”
“Yea?” She bites her lower lip, expectantly.
“Are you telling me… dreams do come true?” Rio adds and Agatha can feel her cheeky smile. She groans loudly.
“Shut the fuck up, Vidal.” Softness gone. Rio cackles heartily. If Agatha could, she’d live off of this.
Rio is washing the dishes after dinner with Lilia, she looks back to see the package delivered to her door just a few hours prior while she was picking up soil for the store. Half of its contents are for Agatha. She wipes her hands dry with the old cloth towel and grabs her phone.
Rio🖤: Are you gonna be home tomorrow?
The response comes quick.
Ags💜✨: Tomorrow is Saturday.
Rio🖤: Is tha a no?
Ags💜✨: Wat? 🤦
Ags💜✨: No dummy. I usually stay in on Saturdays
Rio🖤: Right! 🤦
Rio🖤: From all the partying and getting it on with the hotties you do on Fridays
Agatha shakes her head chuckling as Rio grins.
Ags💜✨: Exactly. Gotta get that beauty sleep after banging all the hot girls at the party.
Rio🖤: You don’t need beauty sleep to catch anyone willing to take half a glance at you, babe.
Rio🖤: Speaking of, what are you doing talking to me if you’re at a party?
Ags💜✨: I don’t know. You might be better company.
Ags💜✨: There’s a cutie here but he doesn’t do my type. (edited)
Agatha sends a picture of Señor Scratchy chewing on some fresh herbs.
Rio🖤: 😲 That party looks wild!!
Ags💜✨: Lol I’m hiding in my room for a little bit
Rio watches as the grey ellipsis bubble pops up and disappears about five times.
Ags💜✨: It’d be better with you here.
Rio🖤: I’m trying to get some time off to go see you 🥰
Ags💜✨: Is that why you asked me about tomorrow 👀?
Rio smirks, biting her lower lip. She twists her hips from side to side, excited.
Rio🖤: I asked cus tracking says your package should arrive tomorrow morning
Rio🖤: You need to pick it up
Rio🖤: Or they’ll have return it
Ags💜✨: Oh!
Ags💜✨: Awesome!
Ags💜✨: We’re still gonna unbox together right?!
Rio🖤: Yup! My package remains boxed!
Rio sends a picture of the visibly still sealed box.
Ags💜✨: Good!
Ags💜✨: I’m not gonna be a good boy if my wife isn’t a good girl in turn
Rio🖤: Baby pls
Rio🖤: I’m the best girl 💁♀️💅
Ags💜✨: hehe that you are babe
Rio🖤: Gonna go to bed. Got an early morning tomorrow.
Ags💜✨: Alright
Ags💜✨: Good night Rio
Rio🖤: Buenas noches 💚
Ags💜✨: 💜
Rio parks her motorcycle in front of a tall apartment building, sun high up in the sky as the afternoon rapidly approaches. She hops off and takes off her helmet before smoothing down her dress — white and red flower patterns and green leaves, flowy skirt and long sleeves with a collar just low enough to show off her collarbones. She unlatches the package from her bike and confidently strides into the building on her high-heeled boots.
The entrance guard looks up at her with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.
“Package for Agatha Harkness.” Rio says with a nervous smile. He dials up.
“Is Ms. Harkness home?” There’s a beat, “of course.” And then silence. The guard looks at Rio again with an appeasing smile. Rio takes a deep breath, fidgeting with the edges of the box. All possible scenarios running through her mind — from Agatha swooping her off her feet with an overly romantic kiss to Rio being left out cold and having to return home with Agatha now thinking she’s an absolute freak (which she is, but that’s besides the point). “Good afternoon, Ms. Harkness.” Finally. “There’s a package here for you. Alright. No problem.” He hangs up and turns to Rio. “Go on ahead.” Thank goddess. “Third floor, second apartment to the left.”
“Thank you.” Rio smiles at him earnestly and walks to the elevator. In the metal box, she checks her makeup; surprisingly no smudges on her winged eyeliner or red lipstick — spending high bank on it was proving worth it once again.
Rio steps out of the elevator, heart thundering with excitement. She turns left, stops in front of apartment 303 and knocks. Before even a second passes, the door opens brusquely and Agatha appears in deadpool boxers and a coffee stained blue flannel; hair unruly in that mighty mane Rio loved to see.
“Delivery for one Ms. Witchkiller, Agatha Harkness!” Rio lifts the box awkwardly with a quirky smile as an offering. Agatha’s jaw drops slack, still holding the door open, speechless as her eyes ravage up and down Rio’s form. “Here I am.”
Chapter 5
Summary:
They meet and spend time together<3
Chapter Text
“Here I am.”
Rio said that. As if this was normal. As if it was expected. As if Agatha’s jaw wasn’t on the floor. As if Agatha didn’t almost pass out from a metaphorical boner. As if Agatha wasn’t expecting a random delivery guy and was instead met with the most gorgeous woman she will ever seen. As if she hadn’t just completely warped Agatha’s reality.
“Just a moment.” Agatha chokes out and slams the door shut on Rio’s face. She runs back into the living room/kitchen (which means she took 3 fast steps), where Wanda, Vision and Pietro are all squeezed in their tiny couch watching an old sitcom. “EVERYONE GET OUT!”
“Wha-” Wanda barely moves her eyes from the tv.
“Yo, don’t yell!” Pietro yells back at her.
“Agatha, dear, what’s going on?” Vision looks at her concerned, fully turning to her. Agatha’s hands fly out trying to grab all three of them at the same time and pull them from the couch.
“To your rooms- Now! NOW!” There’s a stream of begrudging agreement as all three of them go into Pietro’s room and Agatha slams the door shut.
Outside, Rio is listening to the muffled sounds of Agatha yelling at her flatmates like an army general. A moment of silence passes. Then another beat. Then her phone starts vibrating. Rio fumbles with the box, but manages to put it down gently. It’s a video call on discord. From Agatha. Rio answers, trying to suppress an amused smile.
“Hey baby~”
“Hi!” Agatha is still a bit breathless from yelling. “Just checking. That’s- uh, that’s you outside, right?”
Rio’s face splits into a grin, “yea!”
“Like, for real?!” Agatha’s eyebrows are high on her forehead.
“Uh, yea-”
“Ohmygod!” Agatha’s camera becomes a blur as she moves around too fast. “I- okay. Okay okay.” She comes back into frame. “Jus- just give me a second and I’ll let you in.”
“I’ll be waiting!” Rio beams and Agatha lets out a breathless chuckle before hopping out of call.
Agatha bangs on Pietro’s door, which immediately flings open, the twins and vision crowding the doorway. “Okay guys. Rio is outside and this house is a mess .” She looks seriously at them, eyes wide with a threatening plea, “I need your- help. To tidy before she comes in.”
“She’s like- outside our door?” Pietro asks, eyes bright with wonder.
“Yes.” Agatha says with a firm nod.
“And you just left her there?!” Wanda looks at her scandalized.
“The house is a mess!”
“She has a point, darling.” Vision points out, “first impressions matter.”
“See!” Agatha points at the tall British man. “Hubby agrees!”
“OhmygodIcan’tbelievemyhomie’shere!” Pietro is bouncing on his heels, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Your homie is here to see me .” Agatha hisses. “And she’s not coming in until the house is passable. I don’t care if we have to hide shit under the couch!”
“Well, let’s get to it then.” Wanda pushes Agatha aside, “it’s rude to keep guests waiting.”
The next 10 minutes are racked with all four of them dancing around each other with trashbags, brooms, mops and dusters. They have never done a faster clean up of the aparment in their lives. Agatha grabs all of her messy shit and just shoves them in cabinets, drawers and baskets. She’ll take care of it once Rio is gone… if she remembers. Agatha looks at the cabinet mirror in the bathroom and tries to pat her disheveled hair down after washing her face.
Rio stands there, patiently waiting, facing the beige, cheap painted door. Normally, every second passed would chip at her confidence, deflate her into the non-verbal, often dissociative version of her she trained herself so well to keep under wraps. Yet, hearing the sound of clutter and Agatha barking orders from the other side of the door, gives her this anticipative warmth that creeps into her chest and makes the wait bearable.
Rio almost jumps back as a softly panting Agatha yanks the door open like it’s an offense to her.
“Hi!” She lets out with the most nervous smile in the world.
“Hey!” Rio waves at her and steps closer.
“Sorry for the wait, we weren’t ready for visits.” Agatha hopes Rio won’t be too mad.
“Can I hug you?” Rio asks gently.
“Oh- sure.” Agatha was expecting at the very least a snarky comment. Rio closes the distance between them and leans in to wrap her arms around Agatha’s shoulder. Agatha inhales sharply as she feels Rio’s warm body pressing against hers. She wraps her arms around her waist, pulling her in, feeling the soft fabric of her dress teasing her thighs and knees. Rio nuzzles into the side of Agatha’s head and hums contently. The shorter woman wants to be sucked in by the floor, have a stroke, an aneurysm, anything really that meant her not having to deal with everything she’s feeling at the moment. Agatha doesn’t even know if she’s still capable of walking without physical support; will she even be able to stand once Rio’s body is gone from hers?
Rio is in heaven. Delighted. Agatha smells and feels so nice. She wonders if it’ll take too long to feel those pretty lips on her. She pulls back but doesn’t step out of their embrace yet. She plays with some baby hairs along Agatha’s forehead as the latter looks up at her as if starstruck.
“Your eyes are even prettier in person.” Rio finally says taking a step back to give Agatha breathing space.
“You’re taller than I imagined.” The words come out of Agatha without thinking; she’s fully focused on the fact that she didn’t crumble when Rio stepped away.
“Oh, that’s just the heels baby.” Rio lifts her right foot, twisting her knee to the side to show off her boots as she throws a cheeky smile at Agatha.
“Oh, hahaha,” holy fuck , “makes sense.” Agatha swllows. Girl’s fighting for her life. “Well- come in.”
“Yea, let me just-” Rio cuts herself off as she bends over to grab the box. She knows it’s not the proper way to lift weight but-
“No, no. I’ll carry it in for you.” Bullseye.
“Oh that’s right.” Rio says, stepping away from the box as Agatha approaches. “You are my big. Strong. Boy.” And as she speaks she palms Agatha’s upper arm and squeezes firmly. Immediately, she feels Agatha tense and flex her bicep.
“Yes, ma’am.” Agatha nods and winks at Rio as the latter bites her lower lip, watching her show off. Agatha crouches and lifts the box (it isn’t too heavy) with ease before leading Rio into the apartment. Rio closes the door behind her and turns to see the small living room/kitchen and three people standing there with anticipation written all over their smiles. Pietro and Wanda she recognises, but the third person she does not. Although she could guess, by context clues, that they’re Wanda’s husband.
Pietro pushes right past Agatha, hunched over and his arms open in an A shape as he sprints towards Rio. “Riiiiiiiiiii!”
“Speeeeeee!” Rio wiggles her entire body in excitement just before Pietro wraps his arms around her waist and swoops her off her feet, spining her in the air.
Agatha’s grip on the box tightens as she watches Rio seem so comfortable with Pietro holding her. She shoots a glare at him, which is useless since Pietro’s field of vision is entirely taken by Rio’s ribs. After a few spins in place, Pietro puts Rio down carefully; one hand goes to his hip and the other pushes his hair back as he grins widely at his friend.
“It’s so good to see you man!” Rio says, giving him a little backhand slap on the chest.
“Yea! Aggie already staked her claim that you’re here to see her and not any of us . But we gotta hang some time!” Agatha’s eyes squint, still glaring. So first you grab her and then reveal that awful nickname?! I’m gonna kill him.
“ Oh, did she?” A smirk starts curling Rio’s lips as she lifts a perfectly manicured eyebrow, eyeing Agatha.
“I-” Agatha starts trying to defend herself but a scarlet whirlwind crowds Rio in an instant.
“Giiirrrrl, you look so good!” Wanda pulls Rio into a hug, her patience for saying ‘hi’ having grown thin.
“Look who’s talking, hot red chili pepper.” Rio hugs Wanda tightly before they pull away. Wanda stays holding Rio’s shoulder to better look at her.
“Gosh look at that eyeliner. Liquid?”
“Mhmm.” Rio responds with a knowing smile.
“Hmmmm… I’m having ideas for a colab later.”
“Ooh, I’m excited to hear about it.”
“We’ll have fun.” They smile at each other and Rio notices the third person waiting patiently, but clearly curious.
“You must be the famous husband.” Rio says, taking a step towards him, looking almost shy.
“Indeed I am.” He says stretching out his hand to her. “Vision.” Rio takes his hand firmly.
“Rio,” she says and gets on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Nice finally meeting you.”
“You as well.” He smiles at her softly. “I have heard wonderful things.” The twins look like they might burst from excitement, eyes darting from Rio to Agatha.
“Yes, yes, all fine and dandy.” Agatha butts in before Rio can respond. Her tolerance for sharing at an all time low. “She’s coming with me now.” Agatha manages to balance the box on one hand against her hip and grabs Rio with the other. Agatha kicks her door open and pulls them in.
“Close the door, please.” She says as she walks in and drops the box on her bed; Rio does as asked. Agatha turns to Rio and starts speaking almost without breathing. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? You can take your shoes off if you want. I can lend you flipflops or socks if you don’t wanna go barefoot. The bathroom is righ to the left of my door, by the way. In case you need to go. If there’s anything-” Rio takes both of Agatha’s hands driving her voice to a stop and tries to hold back her admiring smile.
“Baby, it’s alright. I am starting to get hungry and some water would be nice after driving under the sun for hours.” She rubs the pad of her thumbs against Agatha’s knuckles. “I’m good with whatever you have to offer. I’m not very picky, you don’t have to stress about me, okay?”
“I’m not stressed. I just want to make sure you’re having a good time.” Agatha says through a small pout.
“I’ve been inside your apartment for less than 10 minutes and I’ve enjoyed every second of it. There’s no need to rush into making me feel comfortable. Yea?” She ends in that soft voice she uses just for Agatha.
The shorter woman nods and quietly responds, “…yea.” They breathe for a moment in each other’s presence and Agatha lets out a long sigh. “I really lucked out getting you as my wife, huh?”
Rio throws her head back, laughing and Agatha feels like the most powerful person in the world when Rio looks at her from under her eyelashes.
“We both did, my love.” Rio squeezes her hands, a tender blush splayed across her cheeks. “We both did.”
They’re both sitting on Agatha’s bed, finishing up their lunch with some healthy banter between them. Both of them were relieved to find that they work in person just as well as online. No awkward silences, no mistrust, no forced conversations.
Well… not true.
You see, the tension that existed online still does in person. But now it’s in person . It makes the air thick around them, it fills the space between them with electricity, it makes any touch feel like an open flame. Sometimes the air is so heavy that they fall into a silence that is tense, like the metaphorical string drawn taut between them. And when it feels like too much, like they might be pushed to do something impulsive; that is when conversation is forced, for the sake of both their sanity.
All of this is even worse for Agatha because Señor Scratchy took a liking to Rio and is now on her lap, absolutely loving it. Traitor . Agatha shakes her head in disbelief.
She has to do something stupid.
Agatha thumps her chest twice with her fist and lets out a short but loud burp. Rio scrunches her nose and tilts her head as if in consideration.
“Hmmmmm, that was like… a four, maybe a five cus volume.” Agatha scoffs at her.
“Wanna see you do better, princess.” Rio lifts an eyebrow at the challenge and tilts her hand to one side. Just you watch me, hun . Rio concentrates, feeling the gas building up from the soda and opens her mouth wide, puffing her cheeks to give the sound more room and lets out a guttural burp. “Holy shit. How did you do that?”
“One of my younger siblings made it a point to teach us how to ‘properly burp’ when they were a kid.” She says with older sister annoyance. “I am not joking.” Her tone is completely unamused and Agatha can’t help but chuckle.
“That tracks. I never had siblings, but from what I’ve gathered from the twins, it makes sense.”
Rio looks at the box they had moved to the floor and tilts her head. “So… are we going live for the unboxing or…”
“Oh! Yea, course.” Agatha hops off the bed and grabs their plates and cups. “Can you put Mister back in his pen? And open up twitch and obs? I’ll be right back.” Rio nods before speaking up.
“Can’t believe you still call him Mister.” She shakes her head in disappointment. “It’s Señor , remember?”
“My apologies, señorita. I won’t repeat that mistake.” Agatha bows her head and exits the room. Rio spends a few moments petting that cute lil bunny on her lap before returning him to his pen and going to the computer.
Agatha drops the plates in the sink. Will wash them later. She bursts into Pietro’s room who was slurping ramen as he watches something on his pc.
“Get up. Give me your chair.” Agatha demands, curtly. Pietro turns to her and completely ignores her.
“So… Rio… as hot as expected… how’s it going? Have you guys kissed yet? She’s all dolled up just for you.” Agatha lets out an exasperated huff and crosses her arms, but the blush on her cheeks betrays her.
“None of your business. Now, give me your chair.” Pietro just stares at her, holding his chopsticks mid movement.
“It’s for Rio.” She throws the low blow. “I don’t want her sitting on a stool for the stream.” There’s barely a twitch to Pietro’s body as he hesitates, but he stays strong and instead slightly raises his eyebrows. Dammit.
“Fine . She’s amazing, funny, crazy smart. So it’s going great, but that’s expected. We knew she’s amazing.” Pietro opens his mouth as if to speak but Agatha raises a finger to stop him. “We have not kissed. We’ve talked a lot. And I can’t stop thinking about it- kissing her- because she’s so goddamn- uurrrgh!” Agatha scrunches her nose, grinding her teeth in a grimace, fingers curling in a clear moment of cute aggression taking her over.
With the slightest hint of a smile at the edge of his lips, Pietro gets up from his chair and moves so Agatha has space to wheel it out.
“Glad to know you remain as useless of a lesbian as the day I met you.” He says, pleased and Agatha grumbles her way out of his room.
Rio had done everything she knows Agatha does to set up her stream and then she waited, turning to look around the room. She wanted to rummage, to poke and prod, but she’s not gonna push Agatha’s hospitality and settled for simply roaming her eyes over the room’s surface.
Agatha marches her way into the room, dragging Pietro’s chair. “For you, m’lady.” Rio chuckles.
“Isn’t that Pietro’s chair?”
“He doesn’t need it right now.” Rio shrugs and gets up.
“And you’re gonna stream in your pjs,” she steps closer to Agatha, dragging her eyes up the butch’s body. “Or is this just for my benefit?” She nips at her lower lip, watching her water fly. Agatha huffs.
“Clearly not for your benefit, since all my flatmates have seen me in my pjs hundreds of times.” Rio rolls her eyes. Spoilsport . “But I am going to change for the stream.” Oh here we go , Rio thinks to herself when she sees her opening.
“Oh, so I am special?” Rio says as Agatha walks towards her wardrobe. She sits down comfortably on the offered chair, crossing one leg over the other, making sure she’s facing Agatha.
“What?” Agatha turns to her, head tilted in confusion.
“Well, you’re about to give me a show, aren’t you?” Rio pokes the inside of her cheek with her tongue as Agatha’s eyes go wide and her face flushes red. “I think that makes me pretty special, don’t you?”
“I- wha- n- spe- I swear-” Agatha stutters and mumbles as she grabs random pieces of clothes in a panic and rushes out of the room. Rio grins triumphantly as she turns the chair to one side then the other.
She knows how hard it is for Agatha to bring her walls down, she’s been gently and flirtatiously chipping at them for over three years now. Agatha drives her wild, plagues her every thought, has her biting her own hand and grasping at her blankets in the quiet of lonely nights. But she can be patient; she can wait ‘till Agatha’s ready. Doesn’t mean I can’t have fun while I wait. Rio smirks to herself and the creak of the door opening snaps her from her thoughts.
In walks Agatha wearing cut-off beige cargo pants, a navy blue baseball tee, ‘ Dyke Land’ written across it, and an orange baseball cap secured over her wild mane. Thum-thump , thum-thump — loud in Rio’s ribcage, begging to be let out and offered bare naked to the woman before her. Rio swallows, eyes never leaving Agatha.
“What, nothing to saym hun?” Agatha asks, smug, strutting ove to her.
“Only that I wish I could’ve seen what you were wearing before this fit, but after your pjs.” Rio doesn’t take a beat to respond, rising to Agatha’s challenge. Agatha lets out a baffled breath and shakes her head, smiling.
“Unbelievable,” she mutters, walking over to her chair. “You don’t even blink saying shit like that.”
“Don’t wanna miss one moment with you.” And, unexpectedly, Rio’s voice comes out unnervingly sincere. None of her flirty edge to it. It catches them both by surprise and they can’t seem to make eye contact after that.
“Hi guys! How’s everyone?” Agatha starts as Rio watches from off camera. “Today there won’t be any gaming because someone decided to drop in for a little surprise. No, you’re not gonna get Scratchy today. Maybe if you behave.” Agatha looks at Rio and raises her eyebrows as if to ask, ready? Rio gives her a lopsided smile and nods. “Well, dykes, fags and queers, without further ado, I present to you…” Agatha reaches out for the arm of Rio’s chair and pulls her into frame. “The one and only, Lady Death!” The healthy stream of comments in the chat bursts.
“Hey guys! I’m so excited to be here!” Rio looks sheepishly at Agatha. “I thought doing the unboxing actually together would be much better than otherwise.”
@welcometottttttttarget: OMG 😭😭😭😭 My moms are finally in the same room!!!😍
“Nicky!” They both call out squealing.
“Hey baby!”
“How’s our boy?”
@welcometottttttttarget: excited for my birthday!
“Us too,” Agatha reassures him with a smile.
“I can’t wait to have you playing with us again.” Rio adds.
@welcometottttttttarget: I’m so jealous that you two are together 😜
“Careful, you might be the next surprise visit target in Rio’s itinerary.”
“I think I’d actually have to ask him if I can, if I were to visit.” Rio giggles and bumps her shoulder against Agatha’s, who chuckles in turn. Their eyes finally meet and it’s almost like they’re stuck.
@welcometottttttttarget: I would literally kill for that.
They spend enough time looking at each other that when they turn back, they nearly miss Nicky’s message in the continuous in-flow of comments in the chat.
“You were already grounded for months. We don’t need you to get in trouble again.” Rio says as Agatha nods along.
“That’s right, listen to your mom.”
“Here, try this one on.” Rio says taking Agatha’s hat and replacing it with a snapback — it has the game’s logo on the back, and on the front it says ‘ Witchkiller ’ and a print of her main character under the brim. Agatha’s eyes are attentive to Rio’s face as she leans closer to adjust the hat properly on Agatha. She doesn’t notice when the They’re So In Love reward starts playing softly in the background — a stark contrast to the other rewards that always blast at full volume. Rio moves a few strands of hair, almost as if looking for an excuse to not stop touching Agatha, but then her hands drop and she pulls back. “It looks good on you, love.” She says softly.
“Baby, please, everything looks good on me.” Agatha answers just as softly and winks at her. She watches as Rio’s cheeks grow rosy and her eyes flick down for a beat before meeting her own again. Agatha swallows. “Well, there- there must be one for Lady Death too in that box.” Agatha says, still staring slack jawed.
“I’d hope so.” Rio finally looks back at the box and Agatha feels like she’s been released from a spell; she can breathe again.
As they show off all the items the team sent, they ignore the droves of comments about them being really fucking gay for each other, telling them to kiss, and acknowledge only the ones related to what they are showing. Unless, of course, it’s Nicky talking to them. He gets a pass for everything.
“Alright guys, it was lovely getting to share with you this treasure trove the Covenant of Power team sent us.” Agatha starts the conclusion of their live.
“We really couldn’t be more grateful for the team’s generosity.” Rio adds sweetly. “It was a really lovely surprise and we’ll cherish it forever.”
“You can always send us more. I am not ashamed to go out in game merch.” Agatha quips.
“We’ll be back streaming soon for Nicky’s birthday.”
“That’s right. In two days.”
“Separately, of course.”
“Yes. Each in our own channel.”
“Exactly.” They stare at each other for a beat, then two.
“Well that’s it!” Agatha shuts down the live just as the Lesbian Alert starts blasting and is cut off 2 seconds in. “Ooof~” Agatha blows air out through her mouth. “That was fun.”
“Mhmm.” Rio nods, twirling her chair from one side to the other, praying to the gods above that Agatha will jump her now that they have nothing to do.
“So… you wanna watch a movie or just… hang out?” Agatha speaks up.
“I’m good with either.” Rio nods, smiling at her. “But if we watch a movie it can’t be too long. I don’t wanna be on the road while it’s late.”
“Right. Yea, makes sense.” Agatha taps her foot, pressing her lips into a thin line. “Or you could stay over and leave tomorrow. If you want.” Rio brings her hand to her chest, leaning back as she opens her mouth feigning shock.
“My my, Agatha Harkness . Are you inviting your wife to snuggle up in your bed?” Agatha grins.
“I know, scandalous . But I can always make you sleep on the couch.”
“That tiny couch?! You wouldn’t dare .” They break into soft laughter before Rio reaches out a hand to tenderly grab Agatha’s arm. “I can take the couch, the floor, the bed. I don’t care. I’d be happy to stay the night.” She says sincerely and Agatha’s smile fades into something deeper as she listens.
“I’ll lend you some pjs and when we’re tired I’ll get the couch ready for you.” Rio smiles at her, so wide she squints and then nods.
“Sounds perfect. Do you have any-” She remembers who she’s talking to. “Mind if I get some makeup wipes from Wanda?” Agatha gets up and goes to her wardrobe, complaining about the mess she made as she digs through for clothes.
“I’ll get them for you. Change into this while I take the chair back to Speed.”
“Alright.” Rio gets up and grabs the clothes Agatha offered her, mind whirling with the fact that she’ll be wearing Agatha’s scent all night long.
Agatha wheels out of the room, closes the door and is immediately accosted by the Maximoffs. “Take your chair.” She says shoving it to Pietro. “Wanda, she needs wipes for her makeup.” She goes over to the fridge grabbing one of the menus held with a magnet.
“You were really cute in the live.” Wanda perks up after running back from her room with the wipes.
“She really seems taken with you.” Vision adds with slightly contained excitement.
“Are you gonna kissy kissy now?” Pietro asks, shoving his chair towards his room. It hits the wall.
Agatha goes to grab the wipes but Wanda holds on firmly. The brunette lets out an exasperated sigh. Goddess, they really are twins . Just like Pietro, she knows the only thing that will get her to relent right now.
Gossip.
“We are getting dinner and watching a movie. That is all I’m giving you.” Wanda lets her take the wipe as soon as she’s done talking. Agatha walks back to her room, but the twitch on her lips and the slight blush does not go on unseen by her friends.
Agatha knocks and after Rio’s say so, she walks in. She closes her bedroom’s door and turns only to be totaled with the sight of Rio wearing her Pacman boxers and Megadeath t-shirt, sitting on her bed cross-legged, looking at Agatha’s bookshelf. Agatha wouldn’t call herself possessive. Never has she wanted to have someone to herself, truly. Just the thought of any of her recent lays saying something as egregious as ‘I wanna be yours’ was enough to make Agatha cringe. And she certainly didn’t wish to belong to anyone. Nuh-uh, no one’s putting a leash on one Agatha Harkeness.
Yet… looking at Rio as she is now.
Rio. Beautiful Rio, who challenges her at every turn, but at the same time makes her feel at ease. Who came to see her on a whim just because she said she’d love to see Rio. Who was now on her bed, wearing her clothes. She thought about her own smell clinging to Rio’s skin, the many other ways she could make that happen. Rio. I wanna be yours. She wonders what those words would sound like in Rio’s voice. Mine . That one too.
“Whatcha looking at, pretty boy?” Agatha is snapped out of her thoughts.
“Uh- not you.” Agatha’s gaze drops to the floor as she patters further into the room and towards the wardrobe.
“I don’t mind the gawking.” Rio prods, returning the sass.
“I wasn’t-” Agatha stops before Rio further points out her blatant lie. She loved pointing out Agatha’s blatant lies, which was infuriating because people never knew when she was lying. Rio, however, seemed to have a goddamn lie detector built into her. Little shit . “Here’s the makeup wipes.” She throws them on the bed next to Rio and grabs her own pjs.
Rio gets up, her feet light as she steps over to the door. She turns back to Agatha, “take your time. I would love to catch a glimpse when I’m back.” Rio winks and leaves the room to clean her face.
Agatha does not take her time. She changes furiously fast. The thought of Rio catching the barest amount of naked skin that she didn’t fully plan to show, terrifies her. That’s too close to not having control of the situation; and Rio is too good at wrestling control from her hands. She had to stay on her toes around that hottie.
After a few minutes, Agatha hears snickering and the soft lilt of Rio’s voice accompanied by the soft rumble of Pietro’s. Agatha opens the door and sees Rio standing in her baggy clothes looking up at Pietro. He towers over her, hand on his hips, shirtless, his toned form and muscular shape in full display. Agatha’s eyes narrow. Slut . They’re both yapping away, smiling; Agatha doesn’t care to know why. There’s a heat in the pit of her esophagus that tells her it has to stop .
“Babe,” Rio’s head snaps in Agatha’s direction at the sound of her voice and her soft smile grows into a grin. “Come back, we gotta order dinner before we put on the movie.”
“Alright. See ya later, Pietro.” Rio gets on her tippytoes to kiss his cheek and then skips over to Agatha.
Before Agatha has a chance to move, Rio wraps her arms around Agatha’s neck and kisses her cheek. “What are we getting?” She turns her head to look at the bed, but doesn’t let go of Agatha, slowly starting to drop her entire weight on the shorter woman.
“Chinese.” Agatha answers, her hands instinctually go to Rio’s waist as she feels her dropping. “Jesus.” She hisses and slides her arms around Rio’s waist to hold her up as Rio fully drops her weight on Agatha, bending her legs back to lift them off the floor.
“Where’s the menu?” Rio asks like nothing’s happening.
“Bed.” Agatha struggles out. I gotta start going to the gym Pietro. Fuck.
“Well then, let’s go.” Rio looks at Agatha sweetly, like she’s not making her life harder.
“Yes ma’am.” Agatha pulls her up a bit, turns around and waddles towards the bed, closing the door.
Unbeknownst to them, Pietro took a video and about 15 pictures.
Once Rio feels the be presse against her legs, she slides them back. Once she feels secure, she lets go of Agatha.
“Thank you, baby.” She says softly, pecking her cheek again.
“No problem.” Agatha mumbles in return, face red and sweaty — unknown if it’s from holding Rio so close or the physical effort.
They choose their respective meals and order them over the phone. Agatha makes the call. “So, I was thinking we should watch Fellowship of The Ring.” Agatha says as if she was testing the water temperature.
Rio’s eyes go wide and her mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ as she starts swinging her body from one side to the other, excitedly. “Oh my god, yes yes yes!”
Agatha beams at her, “perfect, we can start watching now. ‘Till food’s here we’re not gonna be even halfway through.” She says walking over to her computer to set up the projector.
“We’re watching the extended edition, right?” Rio asks with an expectant inflection to her voice. Agatha scoffs.
“ Obviously . I’m not a fucking peasant.” Rio’s body visibly relaxes and she moves to set the pillows against the headboard for them to sit comfotably.
Once they’re settled and the movie’s rolling, Rio lets her body sag next to Agatha. She knows how much she pokes the bear, but the excitement is starting to get to her. Now she wants the softness, the serenity. To be loved in silence and offer in turn love that can only be held in quiet moments. And by silent I do not mean they do not speak. Both of them have their own commentary and opinons to give throughout the movie. But the energy that normally vibrates around them, when they’re challenging each other, poking and prodding to get a reaction, is loud, intense and after a while, overwhelming.
This… right now… is companionship.
They eat and pause the movie once they’re done to brush their teeth. Around the last hour of the movie, Rio scooches closer and presses the entire side of her body against Agatha’s, who is so surprised when she feels Rio’s cold skin that she almost yelps.
“Goddess, you’re freezing! Are you okay?” Rio looks up at Agatha sheepishly (she had shrunk herself in an attempt to stay warm).
“I’m a lil’ bit cold.”
“You think?! You could’ve said something. C’mon-” Agatha starts moving. “Let’s get under the blankets.”
“But what if I fall asleep?” Rio pouts, “I gotta go to the couch later.”
“Then I’ll wake you up and take you there.” Agatha responds simply.
“Alright.” Rio nods and finally moves to help Agatha pull the blankets free.
Once they settle in again, Agatha lifts the arm next to Rio and gestures for her to come closer. “Wanna cuddle?” She offers. “For warmth,” she adds quickly. God forbid the woman she’s been calling wife for about 2 years gets any ideas 😒…
There’s a flash of malice across Rio’s eyes, but she doesn’t say anything. Instead, Rio simply nods and snuggles up to Agatha, sliding an arm behind her lower back. I could say it takes the hour, but in truth it took a mere 5 minutes for them to melt into each other. By the time the credits roll in, Rio is fully wrapped around Agatha; leg bent over hers, arms wrapped around her waist, cheek pressed against her chest as her head rests on Agatha’s shoulder.
“Rio…” Agatha coos, rubbing her back gently. “The movie is over.”
“I know…” Rio grumbles, pouting. “I can’t believe Gandalf died.”
“Is- is this the first time you watched it?” Agatha asks, perplexed.
“No, but it always makes me sad.” Agatha almost laughs. Nerd. But instead she starts moving Rio.
“Yes, very sad. But I need to turn off the computer.” Rio huffs, petulant, but moves away from Agatha so she can move. She then sinks further into the bed and wonders if she should pretend to fall asleep to stay in bed with Agatha.
When Agatha walks back, Rio finds herself sitting up and pulling the blankets back for her as she looks at her expectantly. Agatha slips in with a soft sigh and gets right next to Rio.
“I should go to the couch now. I’m pretty sleepy.” Rio says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“You could do that.” Agatha nods. C’mon, you can do this . She’s drawing patterns against the mattress in the space between them. “But you could also stay, if you want to.” She looks up and is immediately met with the softest dark eyes, barely illuminated by the warm light on her nightstand.
“Do… do you want me to stay?” Rio asks, looking at Agatha earnestly. Thum-thump — it feels like a war drum in Agatha’s chest. She swallows dry and nods cautiously.
“Yes. I want that.” Rio beams at her and scrunches her nose in the cutest way, audibly trying to contain a squeal. She buries her face in Agatha’s neck, wrapping her arms around her waist. Agatha breathes out a chuckle returning the hug.
“I wanna stay.” She feels Rio mumble against her collarbone.
“I don’t know how, but I had a feeling you’d say that.” Agatha teases and promptly has her belly slapped.
“Ass.” Rio chides, but Agatha can feel her smile against her skin. She turns a bit to turn off the light and put the pillows down so they can lie comfortably, then rubs Rio’s back.
“Alright, let’s bed down.” She mutters. Rio tightens the hug for a beat and then lets her go, fully pulling back. They lie down and pull the covers up to their shoulders, facing each other.
Agatha doesn’t know how long she stares at Rio’s shadow before she falls asleep, or who was the first to do so. She knows, however, that it’s the most restful night she’s had in a long time. No nightmares about her mother. No waking up exhausted, body heavy as if made of lead. She wakes up feeling truly well rested, almost like she doesn’t have anxiety. There’s the warmth of Rio cuddling against her. Agatha’s shoulder is a bit stiff from holding Rio all night long, but honestly the pain will only hit once the bliss has worn off. But for now, she looks down at Rio peacefully sleeping on her chest, hand splayed across her stomach, hair all messy and thrown over her face — Agatha’s heart is seized with agonizing glee.
Agatha carefully brushes it aside so she can see her better and Rio stirs. She drags her leg up from Agatha’s thigh to have it resting across her hips. There’s a flutter and a warmth in Agatha’s underbelly and that is when she feels it — something stiff and warm pressed against her thigh. Agatha’s mind goes blank and her eyes wide; then she’s trying to remember if Rio ever mentioned having a penis and if maybe she just missed it. And here she thought that a surprise visit was the most Rio could surprise her with. Rio nuzzles Agatha, tightening her hold.
“Mmmmmornin’” Rio drawls, groggy.
“Good morning.” Agatha responds softly. “Um, Rio… did you sleep well? Had any dreams?” Agatha starts, trying to remember if having a boner while sleeping is normal.
“Mhmm, yea. And no, not that I remember.” And Agatha notices she knows jack shit about dicks. Nothing. Zip. Nada. Uuuuuurrgh . The frustration of having to do homework so she gets a good grade starts roiling up inside her.
“Okay. Are you feeling alright?” If something was wrong, Rio would tell her. And if everything is fine, well then it’s fine. Rio starts moving to look up at her.
“Yea, why?” She moves her leg down and twists her hips to better situate herself. Agatha feels the stiff warmth press and drag against her thigh. Rio freezes . “Fuck-” She starts moving away from Agatha, lifting herself. Agatha starts moving too, to stay facing Rio and hopefully close. Agatha lets her move, but keeps her hands on Rio until they’re forced by physics to drop. “I swear to god. Unbelievable. Out of all the mornings to do this-” Rio chastises her dick under her breath.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Agatha can feel how embarrassed Rio is but she can’t help her curiosity. Her eyes dart to Rio’s crotch while the girl monouvers away, and feels her cheeks heating up. The boxers she lent Rio were already a bit snug on the hips. Now, they were straining under pressure, neatly outlining most of her length. Holy shit . Agatha feels herself clench involuntarily.
“I’m sorry.” Rio blurts out as she starts sitting back. “I didn’t mean to wake you up with my fucking boner on your thigh.” Rio sits cross-legged and pulls the covers over her lap, her face furiously red. Agatha swallows and almost forgets what is happening because of the outrage she feels as she’s taken by disappointment when Rio cuts her line of sight to her cock.
“Hey it’s alright.” Agatha reaches out to place a hand on Rio’s forearm that is tightly clutching the blanket, in an attempt to calm the woman but also ground herself back in the moment. “I promise,” she adds, making eye contact, eyes wide in earnest. Rio wets her lips quickly and her breathing slows down. “That’s normal, right? Uhh… morning… wood?” Rio nods. Thank you, Pietro. Can always count on you for random dick info.
“Yea. It’s normal. Almost daily. I just-” Rio sighs. “I’m so used to sleeping alone, I kinda forgot. Sometimes it doesn’t happen and I think I convinced myself that it wouldn’t here. I just don’t want you thinking I’m like a creep or make you uncomfortable in any way.” She says sincerely and Agatha smiles kindly.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable, darling. You did surprise me, though.” She adds with a smirk and Rio laughs.
“That’s fair.” She says as the tension starts to seep off of her body. “It’ll go down in a minute. I just have to… calm down.”
“Alright.” Agatha starts rubbing her thumb against Rio’s forearm, in the hope of soothing and encouraging her.
“Honey, don’t.” Rio says, the hint of sass in her voice. “I’m trying not to have a boner. That’s not gonna happen if you keep touching me.”
“Oh-” Agatha’s slight blush burns deep as she pulls away. “Sorry,” she mutters.
“All good.” Rio says softly as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. A few seconds go by and Rio lets out a long sigh, opening her eyes. “We’re good to go.”
Agatha smiles at her and pushes herself closer. She wants to say something — show Rio that who she is will never make her uncomfortable. Her eyes dart between Rio’s as if either could give her the words she’s looking for.
“I’m sorry I lowkey freaked out.” Rio says sheepishly.
“What- No-” Agatha tries, but Rio keeps going.
“I just-” She reaches out to grab one of Agatha’s hands. “People don’t always have the best reaction when they find out.”
“I promise you don’t have to worry about that with me, Rio.” Agatha squeezes Rio’s hand and holds it firmly. “You’re a beautiful and incredible woman. Nothing will ever change that.”
“What if there's a fire that burns off my face?” Rio asks with a pretuberant pout.
“I'm sure you'll pull it off somehow.” Agatha offers a playful smile and Rio giggles; her head tilts to the side and she looks up at Agatha through her eyelashes. The latter's breath hitches at the sight.
“So…” Rio starts, pretending to be coy. “You think I'm beautiful and incredible?” Agatha rolls her eyes.
“You really think I'd let you be my wife if you weren't? For the record, you're also annoying as fuck.”
“ Let me? ” Rio's jaw drops in astonishment. “The gall!” Rio tackles Agatha, “you have the privilege of calling me wife!” She starts trying to pin Agatha down, straddling her in the blink of an eye. Agatha yelps and struggles against Rio, slapping her hands away and wrestling her, both laughing breathlessly.
Agatha manages to catch Rio's wrists in her hands and uses that to flip her over and pin her wrists. She shifts her hips to push Rio’s legs up and trap them under her legs, fully pinning her down to the bed. Panting, mere inches away from each other's faces, Rio finally stops struggling. She looks up at Agatha, chest visibly rising and falling, her eyes are almost fully black and she can feel herself stiffen the slightest bit — she's not even mad about it. The only thing Rio cares about is Agatha finally proving she's the confident butch she sells herself as. Rio's eyes dart down to Agatha's lips.
Agatha is trying to calm her breathing as she keeps Rio pinned down. Her dark hair is tossled and spread under her head like a makeshift halo, mouth agape as she pants, pupils blown, so pliant under her, completely at her mercy… Agatha swallows a lump in her throat and feels that familiar warmth pooling in her underbelly. She licks her lips. She shouldn't take advantage of this. Rio trusts her. Maybe all of this was just Rio’s way of finally having someone who fully accepts her. She can't taint that with her desire.
“You're right,” Agatha says barely above a whisper. “It's a privilege to call you wife.” She lets go of Rio's wrists and pulls back to give Rio space to move, sitting back on her ankles. "Whoever does it for real will be the luckiest person in the world.”
Rio stares at the ceiling wide-eyed. Did she just fucking leave?! Completely incredulous to her situation. She was so sure she was about to be kissed and, if the gods were merciful, ravaged. But apparently the gods weren't feeling even kind today. Rio props herself up on her elbows, glaring as Agatha.
“You' re damn right they'll be.” She says rather harshly. “But for now you're the one with the privilege, so don't waste that chance and treat me right.” Agatha is surprised by Rio's tone and feels the way Scratchy acts when she scolds him.
“Yes, ma'am.” Agatha nods and slips off the bed. “Be right back, gonna bring breakfast for my beautiful wife.” She scurries out of the room with her head down.
Rio drops back on the pillows with a loud huff. She doesn't want breakfast; she wants Agatha's tongue down her throat. She doesn't want to push or rush Agatha, but it feels like either she isn't interested or she's not getting the hint, which means only one thing: Rio has to beat up Agatha with a sign that reads ‘I WANT YOUR MOUTH ON ME!’ That way Agatha will either finally reject her or finally understand that the light is motherfucking green, bitch.
Bacon, eggs and almond chocolate milk is what Agatha brings her a few minutes later. As she eats, it's all tasty; not bad for a self-proclaimed poor cook. The rest of their morning is soft and filled with idle chatter with the other denizens of the apartment. There's a moment that acid fills Agatha's belly, when Pietro wraps his arm tightly around Rio, who returns the hug eagerly, saying goodbye before his morning run. But then she reminds herself that she was the one cuddling Rio all night, and getting her all flustered and pretty.
Rio gets a notification on her phone from Lilia and immediately opens it. There's a video of a young siamese cat strutting in front of their front door as if waiting for something. And then a text saying, “Your friend is asking when you'll be back.” Rio smiles tenderly and sends back, “Soon, I'm getting ready to return.” “Drive safely.” “Will do 😘”.
She leans against the door frame, looking at Agatha playing with Scratchy on the floor. "Hey~“ She calls her softly.
"Hi.” Agatha glances at Rio and then back at her bunny. Rio goes over to her and crouches, watching Señor Scratchy.
"I'm gonna start getting ready to head back.” She tells her.
"Oh-” Agatha fully turns her attention to Rio. "Already?”
"Yea, I wanna try to get there before lunch.” Rio offers an apologetic smile.
"Alright. Do you want me to help put your stuff away?” Agatha throws the toy in the pen and Scratchy hops in after it.
"Yes. That'd be lovely, baby.“ Rio says and kisses Agatha's cheek before getting back up. She grabs her clothes and heads to the bathroom to change.
Agatha sits there fighting the instinct of creating obstacles or problems to keep Rio there, with her but at arms reach — never too far from her grasp, but not close enough to see her scars. She takes a deep breath. No . She's not about to follow in her mother’s steps; so she simply does what she said she would and starts putting away Rio's stuff. Nothing more.
Rio dragged her goodbyes, spent at least 3 minutes just on Señor Scratchy. But eventually she was at the door. Agatha and Rio stand, each on opposite sides of the threshold, staring at eachother.
"We should plan the next one.” Agatha says, stalling.
"Soon, please.” Rio smiles softly, "I'm already missing you.” Agatha blushes and scratches the back of her head.
"You got everything? Nothing missing?”
Rio makes a pensive face, "Yes, I think I didn't get a kiss from my wife.” She smiles eagerly.
"Oh, how could I forget?” Agatha slaps her own forehead with the hill of her hand. She leans in and kisses Rio's cheek softly. "There. Now you're good to go.” She says after pulling back.
Rio sighs, her eyes blank for a second. "I'll text you when I’m home.” Rio says dryly and turns to leave. They wave goodbye and Agatha closes the door.
Rio walks down the corridor to the elevator, convinced that either Agatha actually just isn’t into her or is the most obtuse lesbian she has ever met.
Agatha slams her forehead against the front door and groans.
"Sooo…” She hears Wanda’s sing-songy voice. "Did you kiiiiss?” Agatha grunts as she turns, back now pressed against the door.
“Will you drop it?” Agatha’s voice comes out bitter. “This is all just a game.” Wanda lifts an eyebrow, her eyes attentive as if appraising Agatha.
“Agatha,” she starts, “in case you don’t remember, I know very well when you’re playing with your food and when you’re actually hungry.” Wanda says, crossing her arms. “If before it wasn’t obvious, now it’s appalling. You’re starving.” Agatha’s face stills as she levels Wanda’s gaze.
“I am . I know that. I’m talking about her.” She tries to shove her hands in her pockets, but they just slide down her boxers. “She’s just having fun.”
“Oh, hell no!” Wanda storms over to her and for a moment, Agatha sees her life flash before her eyes. “You’re not doing that again. Not in my presence.” She takes Agatha’s hands in hers. “I know things didn’t work out for us, but you need to stop the self-sabotage. You are lovable, Agatha. You are loved.” Wanda’s eyes bore into Agatha’s intensely. Intently.
“I love you Agath- No, don’t look away. Don’t hide from my words. I love you. Pietro loves you so much. Even Vision loves you, despite you being a bitch to him 7 out of 10 times. Not gonna bring Jen and co into this cus I don’t know them that well, and Nicky is just a kid. But hell, if Rio isn’t head over heels for you, she’s either a fucking psycho who’s an Oscar worthy actor, or we’re all collectively hallucinating the most infatuated lesbian princess to have walked the earth.”
Both of them have tears streaming down their faces. Agatha swallows a thick lump in her throat, unable to even open her mouth. “She came here just cus you said you’d like to see her in person. She looks at you like she’s the tides and you’re the moon. Like when you move, she moves. It was insane to see that happening and you guys had spent less than a day around each other to build that dynamic.” Wanda wets her lips, tears coming slower now.
“I know your ma fucked you up. But don’t let that stop you from giving Rio a chance.” Agatha lets out a dry, choked laugh as Wanda lets go of one of her hands to attempt to dry her face.
“Has anyone told you your accent comes back full force when you get emotional?” She lets out, voice rough, looking away from Wanda, who huffs out a chuckle, watching Agatha attentively despite her soft smile.
“You do, everytime.” She entertains Agatha’s deflection.
“Yea, well… I love it.” Agatha shrugs. “I’m gonna go nap.” She starts moving, but Wanda doesn’t let go and squeezes her hand gently.
“Don’t just ignore what I said.” Agatha looks back at her with a sad smile.
“We both know I will, despite my best efforts not to.” She squeezes back and slips out of Wanda’s reach, sulking back into her room.
Agatha grabs the Megadeath shirt Rio was wearing, drops on the bed and crawls to the pillow Rio slept on. She buries her face in it and covers her head with the shirt, letting herself drift off in-between dream and consciousness surrounded by Rio’s floral and stone fruit smell. How could something so sweet want a broken thing like her?
Notes:
Did you catch the minor Hozier reference?
Chapter 6
Summary:
Shit goes down. Agatha is shaken up. Things are talked through, decisions are made, dreams are shared. Rio is shaken up. There is but one obvious solution.
Notes:
- Yes, I made a blueprint for Lilia’s mansion. Yes, I’m taking my meds.
- To be clear, during That scene I was listening to Gabriela by KATSEYE on loop. Here's to all the femme's that nearly got me kicked from clubs when someone hit on me <3
- This is a long one. There’s tags updates. You’re welcome.TW: Slight bit of violence, like two bros throwing punches to get their frustrations out. Mention of vomit, it’s fast and non-descriptive.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Agatha is NOT okay.
When Rio texts her she got home safe, Agatha reacts to the message with a purple heart, but that’s it. She stays in bed doomscrolling on her various socials, switching to the next app whenever she gets bored or is met with her own posts.
A few hours later Rio texts her asking if she wants to hang out. Agatha says she has some chores to do, but once she’s done she’ll text her. She gets up to tidy up her room at least, that way she only half lied to Rio, since she is probably not texting her later.
And she doesn’t.
Her room is organized enough for her to go back to rotting in bed.
The next day is Nicky’s birthday and she texts him as soon as she gets up. Tells him she loves him and that she’s gonna get ready for their time together, which she does. She doesn’t get ready for seeing Rio again, though.
Rio starts her live one hour earlier with Nicky and Wanda. They do a makeup tutorial together, but Rio lets Nicky choose all the colors she’ll use. She promises to teach him if he wants and Nicky seems cautiously excited about the prospect of doing makeup with Rio.
Agatha starts her live and gets on call. Her breath hitches as Rio's voice sings softly in Spanish to Nicky. “-la piel, no ves acaso lo que siento? Tu eres para mi, yo soy para ti. El viento me lo dijo con un soplo suavecillo. Y yo se que tienes miedo y no es un buen momento para ti. Y para eso que nos viene sucediendo,” Agatha opens Rio's live and, fuck , she looks just too goddamn pretty. Makeup done so nicely in tones of green and gold and three small purple stripes under each eye. Her lips so perfectly tinted — lips that found her face in one day more times than anyone had ever done so, so freely. “Pero eres para mi. Me lo ha dicho el viento. Eres para- Agatha! Finally, my wife has arrived.” [Song: Eres Para Mi de Julieta Venegas y la Mala].
They all perk up to welcome Agatha, but she barely says hi to people before she starts rushing them to start the game. When they finally do start playing, Agatha is thankful for it. She couldn’t take not having something to distract her from Rio anymore.
After a while, Nicky speaks up, “So Witchkiller mom, how was it having your wife finally under the same roof?”
“Mmmm?” Rio steels herself before Agatha responds. “It was wonderful. Rio is a delight to have around. Can’t wait for it to happen again, hopefully not as a surprise.”
Agatha might think she’s doing a great job of pretending she’s okay, but she isn’t. She hasn’t called Rio wife or any term of endearment once since she got on call. She calls Nicky boy, but not once does she call him son. Hell, even her gameplay is affected, being less protective of Rio. Which was fine — Rio could protect herself just fine, but it did mean she wasn’t able to provide as many artifacts as they were used to, and that stressed everyone out.
Once they’re done playing, Nicky is still excited despite the tension in the proverbial air, but then the last straw comes. They finish the session and Agatha immediately logs out and says goodbye. She tells him she loved spending time with him on his special day, that she loves him and wishes him the best. And without waiting for even a thank you, Agatha leaves the call and ends her live.
After that everyone fizzles out of the call, doing their best to reassure the birthday boy, until it’s just Rio and Nicky left.
“Wanna play some more just you and I?” She offers. “We could do some of those side quests we’ve been putting off.”
“Oh, yea! That’d be cool. I still have half an hour left of computer time today.”
“Oooh, a whole extra 30 minutes?” Rio’s voice rises in pitch, excited.
“Yes!” Nicky beams. “Cus I’m the birthday boy!” He says all smug.
“Yea you are, baby. My perfect birthday boy.” If only they knew that their hearts swelled in tandem and fluttered to the same beat.
A few minutes in Rio hears his voice quietly say, “que pasa con Agata?”
“No pasa nada, cariño. Ella solo está ocupada.” Rio pretends Agatha’s sudden absence is not setting off all of her alarms too.
“¿Ustedes no pelearon, no?”
“No, guapo.” Rio reassures him. “You don’t have to worry about her and I, alright? We love you and nothing will ever change that.”
She shouldn’t speak for Agatha, but she’s not about to do that to Nicky on his birthday. ‘Hey I know she has been a huge source of emotional stability for you in the past 3 and a half years, which is very rare for you since you’re in an orphanage, not really being able to rely on anyone. But apparently she’s a fickle bitch that will pull away at the slightest sign of true vulnerability or sincere love. So it doesn’t matter how much she loves you, she might drop you on a dime because she loves you.’ Not exactly the birthday advice a 13 year old should hear.
His 30 minutes are done, but he always gets a couple extra in to say goodbye. The social workers might not be the best support for Nicky but they’re not all apathetic assholes. They joke about how everyone will be surprised that they’re so far ahead on side quests than the rest of the coven.
“Well, that’s what they get for not staying for the birthday special.”
“Thank you, really, Rio.” Nicky’s voice wavers as if he were about to cry.
“Hey, anything for my best bud. Honestly, it’s the least I could do.” Rio tries to not sound super emotional.
“It means everything.” His voice comes out softly.
“Maybe next year we could see if they’d let you out of your enclosure so we could hang out a bit. Maybe go to the theater or a park nearby.” Rio suggests, ceding into the softness.
“That’d be amazing!” Nicky squeals, nearly vibrating out of his skin.
“We can check if they need me to send any documents to background check me and so on.” Rio says a few more adult sounding stuff and Nicky thinks about how Agatha would dismiss her if she were on call, saying something like ‘we get it, you know how to adult, unlike the rest of us’. He sighs.
“You think Ags would come?” Rio purses her lips when she hears the question.
“I’m sure she’d love to if she’s available.” She settles for the kind but neutral answer.
“You think I did something to upset her, for her to leave so fast?”
“No baby, you did nothing wrong okay? Agatha has her own stuff going on. You don’t have to worry about it. It has nothing to do with you.” Nicky takes a deep breath.
“Alright.” He lifts his eyes to the nun tapping her watch as she looks at him. He nods. “I gotta go.”
“Alright baby. You can text me or call me any time. Be a good boy and don’t get in any more trouble, yea?”
“Yea, I’m being a good boy.”
“Good. I dread not having you around. Te quiero.”
“También te quiero Rio.”
After a while, Rio decides to text Agatha and check on her. She gets a, “I’m good.” in response and nothing more.
Next day she sends Agatha a video of a bunny eating strawberries while a kitten watched and sniffed — cuteness: a failsafe to getting Agatha to talk to her when she was shutting down — but even that didn’t get more than a heart reaction.
After that, Rio gives up.
Agatha’ll reach out when she feels like it.
In the meantime Rio spends more time with Pietro and Wanda. Her calls with Wanda usually end with Wanda watching tiktoks or napping while her and Vision yap away, glad to finally have a trans friend in their inner circle that isn’t in another country or across the ocean. At one point Nicky sends in their server, “I was looking for nicknames for Pietro that weren’t the same for Peter and look what I found:” followed by one screenshot that read ‘ Nickname Ideas For The Name Pietro ’ and a second one saying ‘ Rio: If you want something a bit more playful and exotic for Pietro, Rio might be a great choice. It is a very memorable option .’
Mama Rio💚🖤: they’d be right, I am very memorable
Speedy💪: YOOOOOOO
Speedy💪: There’s a tiny you in me bro!!!!!
Mama Rio💚🖤: YOOOO That’s so gay bro!!!!
Speedy💪: We’re both so gay bro!!!!!
And then Billy sends, “oh boy, here we go” just seconds before Rio and Pietro start spamming hug gifs in the chat for about 10 minutes. That was the highlight of the week for Rio; she even changed Pietro’s name in her contacts.
Rio acts all secure and confident, but when she’s sitting in the backyard patio, curled up in her cardigan, and Lilia silently places a cup of jasmine tea in front of her and rubs circles on her back, she can’t help but crumble, fold into her arms. That night she lets Lilia guide her to her room, where she crawls onto the bed and falls asleep curled in Lilia’s embrace, head buried in her old friend’s chest, clinging to her as Lilia draws out every sob Rio has hidden away in her chest.
Agatha nearly jumps out of her skin as her bedroom door slams against the wall. A fuming Pietro storms in, nostrils flared as he breathes strongly through them. Agatha stands, stilled, and watches. Last time she saw him like that was years ago and she had just cheated on Wanda — not a sight she was eager to watch a reprise of. He glares her down, fists clenched, jaw set and twitching.
“What?!” Agatha blurts out, unable to hold the anticipation a moment longer.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” He shouts marching to her. Unlike Wanda, his accent was always thick and made his voice deeper when angry.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Agatha shouts back and shoves him when he gets close enough for it.
“NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME!” He shoves her back. “YOU are the one ghosting Rio!” He says jabbing his index finger on the soft of her shoulder. She’d normally wince at the slight pain, but she’s not giving him an inch.
“BACK OFF!” She shoves him again, hard enough for him to have to slide a foot back to balance himself.
“NO, YOU BACK OFF! YOU’RE BEING AN ASS!” He shoves her back and Agatha stumbles onto her desk, face burning with fury and goddess knows what else. She throws herself at Pietro, slamming her fists against his chest. He tries to grab her wrists or slap her hands away, it’s anyone’s guess. “Fucking my sister over wasn’t enough for you?!” Agatha is nearly climbing him as they wrestle. “You gonna fuck Rio over too?!”
“FUCK YOU!” Agatha clings to Pietro like an angry cat and dips him until they tumble to the bed, wriggling around each other trying to get the upper hand. “IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” Agatha is nearly crying, she doesn’t know exactly from what.
“Yes it is you fucking ass!” Pietro thrusts his hips and knee to shove Agatha to the side and gets on top of her to pin her down. “Rio is my friend! I love that bitch and you’re hurting her!” He pants out just before Agatha’s knee connects with his ribs and his hold falters long enough for Agatha to trip him to the side as he lets out a dry, “ oof. ”
A long time ago, Pietro and Agatha came to an agreement: whenever they fight he won’t punch her tits as long as she doesn’t knee his balls — the fights remain unfair because he’s bigger and stronger than her, but she likes that she can just go to town at him and get her anger out. They struggle, pushing, grabbing, slapping and mostly just wrestling each other. Pietro manages to flip Agatha over enough to have her in a headlock, not tight, but firm enough that the most she can do is squirm.
“I’m not doing anything!” Agatha hisses through her teeth as she struggles against Pietro, trying to get some leverage to kick him harder than she already is.
“She thinks you’re ghosting her cus you found out she’s trans!” Agatha’s vision tunnels in, the world freezes and zooms out into the cold soundless space. Nononononono. Pietro’s grip lightens when she goes still. He cranks his neck to get a better look at her face and sees Agatha dead staring into nothing. “Ags?” He calls out, worried.
“That’s not-” Agatha starts and her stomach lurches. “Ohmygod I’m gonna be sick.” Pietro not only lets her go, but grabs her by the waist and lifts her off the bed.
Agatha hits the ground running straight to the bathroom where she drops to her knees and hurls into the toilet. She wipes her mouth clean as she flushes the toilet and turns to see Pietro leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and concern etched onto his face.
“It’s not because she’s trans.” Agatha stands on shaky legs. Pietro shrugs.
“Then tell her.” He says plainly, as if he didn’t know that opening up was the worst thing anyone could ask of her. “Cus if you don’t, I’m gonna actually beat you up. Like I did when you hurt my tikno kham.” Agatha nods solemnly.
“I know you will.” Pietro grabs her and pulls her into a tight embrace, nearly lifting her off the floor.
“You know I’d beat up anyone who hurts you too, right?” Agatha nods against his chest.
“Yea, yea,” she pulls back, “but I’m the one going around hurting people.”
“Yea, well. Tikno kham says therapy helps.” Agatha rolls her eyes; Wanda loves singing the praises of therapy. “Yea, I know. That’s why I do therapy in the gym.” Pietro says and flexes for Agatha, making her giggle in amusement.
“You know what? You got a point. Wanna hit the gym?”
“Oh, hell yea! Gym buddies.” He grabs Agatha and rubs his knuckles against her crown.
“STOOOOP!” And then he is promptly bitten by her.
On their way back up the building, Agatha and Pietro pose in front of the mirror, flexing, and take a selfie. Agatha opens her chat with Rio and sends it to her.
Ags💜✨: sorry for going MIA. I was busy getting RIPPED.
When she gets back from her shower there’s two replies from Rio.
Rio🖤: Looking good.
Rio🖤: Can you tell me now what’s been actually going on?
Fuck , Rio and her need to be blunter than a hammer. Agatha panics. She was in the process of drying her curls but stops to crawl up in bed, still messy from when she wrestled Pietro. Agatha types and erases messages, not knowing for how long until a new one pops up.
Rio🖤: Okay well. I’ll let you get back to your evening. Goodnight.
Agatha feels her heart lurch and her neck burn in panic and she starts typing and hitting send desperately.
Ags💜✨: No
Ags💜✨: Not goodnight
Ags💜✨: I wanna talk
Agatha watches as the grey bubble of Rio typing pops up and disappears about five times and then it’s gone. Agatha waits, maybe she just has to hit send. 30 seconds go by in agony and Agatha can’t take it anymore, pressing the video call button.
It rings.
It rings and it rings. And when Agatha’s eyes start welling up, Rio pops into the call. She looks ethereal under the night sky and warm light of the balcony. Her face is neutral and cold, her warm eyes are fighting to be hard when looking at Agatha. Agatha stares at her like a deer in headlights, her heart beats loudly in her ears. Anything she says could ruin this. Will ruin this. That’s what she does. Her mother was right. Everything she touches crumbles into putrid dust. She can’t help but bring hell into everything that she surrounds herself with.
Rio clicks her tongue and rolls her eyes. “Well??” Her annoyed tone pulls Agatha back to the present. “You said you wanna talk. So… talk.” Annoyed. Exasperated. Frustrated. I can’t get anything right. She has to know she’s perfect just the way she is . Agatha opens her mouth; nothing comes out. “You need to say something, or I’m hanging up. I don't care what. But I don't understand how you, of all people, have nothing to say. Especially after how you acted on Nicky’s birthday. The boy still thinks you’re mad at him, Agatha!” Rio nearly barks her words.
“What?! Why would he think that?”
“He’s a teenage boy, Agatha! To him, everything is about him! You were acting weird on his birthday. And you’ve been monosyllabic over text ever since. How else is he supposed to take it?!” Is this what Rio meant when she said ‘you don’t wanna see me mad’?
“ Fuck . I didn’t mean-” Agatha tries, but Rio is snapping at her.
“Yea, well, but you did.” She hisses.
“It has nothing to do with him.” Agatha reassures.
“I told him as much.”
“What else did you tell him?”
“That he shouldn’t worry about our grown up issues, cus no matter what, we love him.” Agatha nods.
“You’re right. I’ll- I’ll talk to him. I’m sorry I made him feel like I’m mad at him. I’ll fix it.” Rio nods, pursing her lips.
“Anything else you have to say?” Agatha stares at her and feels her throat tighten.Rio stares back for a few moments. “Alright, I’m hanging u-”
“I refuse to speak if it means I can’t have you.” Agatha hears herself blurting out. Rio’s head rears back like she was just slapped, eyes wide.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Agatha?! My whole issue is you not talking. Especially about your feelings!”
“What if I say the wrong thing?”
“If you say the wrong thing, we have the chance of working through it. If you say nothing, you’ll never have me at all.” Agatha intakes a sharp breath and nods in understanding.
“I don’t think you deserve to be with me.” Agatha watches as Rio lifts her eyebrows, one higher than the other, her face completely changing with the absurdity of Agatha’s statement.
“ Ex-cuse me ?” Agatha can feel the venom in Rio’s voice and starts scrambling to fix it before it poisons her.
“I- Remember what I told you what my mom said to me when I was 14?” She prompts.
“She said a lot of horrible things to you when you were 14. Or any age, for that matter.” Rio says, taken so aback by the shift that her anger subsides even if for just a moment. Agatha lets out an amused huff through her nose.
“True. But when I had my first crush. The girl I liked had a boyfriend and my mom was telling me how I should follow her example. Be a good girl and get a man. So I convinced myself that I actually had a crush on her boyfriend and-” Agatha feels her throat clog, eyes tear up. She swallows dry. Rio feels her heart clench at the sight. She wants to reach out and comfort her. Evanora Harkness, when I get my hands on you .
“I remember that, yea.” Rio speaks up to give Agatha an out of finishing the story and receives a thankful smile.
She hated talking about it, made her feel dirty. How she hounded that boy down. How that pretty girl sobbed when he broke it off to be with Agatha. Agatha felt delighted the girl was free from him. That, of course, lasted only ‘till it dawned on her that now she’d be the one trapped. How, when she told her mom, certain she’d be proud, Agatha was instead punished, called a whore among the other array of things Evanora liked to spit at her, for doing what she said Agatha should.
Agatha wets her lips. “You’re sweet, Rio. And kind. And patient.” Agatha starts. “You don’t deserve someone like me. I break things, I sully them. I take until there’s nothing left to be given.”
“I’ve known you for nearly four years, Agatha. You don’t do any of that. Not to those you love.” Rio retorts, voice kind. “You’re funny, you’re supportive. You’re insanely, rabidly loyal. Sure you’re full of snark and sarcasm and you flirt with anything that has a pulse because you think then no one will care to get close enough to see how vulnerable you really are. But I care. And I see you , Agatha.” Agatha can’t help it, as Rio’s words hit her, her face burns up and tears start flowing freely down her cheeks. Agatha bites her lower lip, swallowing a sob, her leg shakes as she taps her foot furiously.
“I am sorry I ignored you. I think you’re wonderful and so fucking annoying you go full circle and become perfect.” Her voice is wet and heavy through the tears. “I haven’t felt- it was amazing having you here. But it made me feel so-” Agatha hiccups when she tries to hold another sob. “Sorry. It’s all so raw and-” Rio can see how much Agatha is struggling, fighting every evil little obstacle Evanora implanted in her head. “It scares me so much.” Agatha finally lets out. Rio feels a few tears falling down her own face. It’s so hard to stay mad at Agatha, especially when she’s putting so much effort in growing into herself.
“Ow baby,” she coos. “Of course it does. It is scary. To be vulnerable. To allow someone to hurt you and trust that they won’t. But I don’t care. Because scared or not, I know what I want and I think it’s worth the fear. You , Agatha, are worth the fear.”
“I’m n-” Agatha stops herself and remembers Rio’s words, ‘ Don’t tell me how I feel and I won’t tell you how you feel ’. Agatha palms her tears away and throws Rio an almost playful, but wet smile. “So you’re saying I should do it scared?” Rio chuckles, shaking her head.
“Yea, baby. That’s what I’m saying.”
“Alright.” Agatha nods, “I’ll do it scared.”
“Good.” Rio smiles brightly. “I’m going to bed now, alright?”
“Yea, me too.”
“Talk tomorrow?”
“Definitely.” Agatha beams at her.
Lighter than they’ve felt in over a week, they hang up.
Next morning —
Ags💜✨: So………… when am I coming over?
Rio🖤: 👀
Rio🖤: idk, when are you coming over?
Ags💜✨: Can I sleep over?
Rio🖤: Depends. Am I gonna be kissed on the lips ?
Agatha lets out a squeal, jumping from the bed. “Oh my god!” There’s the sound of multiple feet rapidly thudding against the ground and suddenly all three Maximoffs are on her door, watching her expectantly. “Guys guys guys!”
“What is it woman!” Wanda huffs exasperated.
“Rio!”
“Oh!” The three of them let out in unison, now all vibrating along with Agatha.
Ags💜✨: Absolutely.
Ags💜✨: Can I stay the weekend?
Rio🖤: hmmmm depends…
Rio🖤: are you taking me on a date?
Agatha squeals again, hopping in place, face beet red with excitement. You, Agatha, are worth the fear. Words that have been spinning in her head like a rotisserie chicken since they were said. Pietro pulls the phone from her hand and starts reading the message. He immediately starts squealing and jumping around.
“I wanna see!!” Wanda nearly tackles him and he hands her the phone over. Wanda reads slower than Pietro but she takes the words in. And starts squealing.
“Well, what is going on?!” Vision calls out.
He plops the phone from his wife’s hand as the redhead hops over to Agatha, grabs her by the shoulders and starts shaking her while yelling, “finally! Finally!” Vision reads faster than Pietro, so while his wife is shaking Agatha like a wiggly toy, he starts squealing and jumping in place along with Pietro. Agatha is nearly crying from laughter. These fucking idiots. She loves them so much.
“I need my phone!” She says escaping Wanda’s grasp. “Give me!” She snatches it from Vision and sits on her bed as the trepidatious trio hold each other in an attempt to contain their excitement. She sees there’s a few accidental messages.
Ags💜✨: DSFgdsm’;pe
Ags💜✨: asddD:#)G#Gd
Rio🖤: ??????
Ags💜✨: gggggggggggggggggggggfffffffffffffff
Rio🖤: ARE YOU HAVING ASTROKE?
Ags💜✨: Sorry uh. Technical error
Ags💜✨: (replying to Rio’s question) Why else would I go over if not to take you on a date, pretty girl?
Rio🖤: Lol ok
Rio🖤: idk. Make an ass of yourself and then leave.
Ags💜✨: I won’t be doing that again
Ags💜✨: I hope
Rio🖤: I’ll help
Ags💜✨: I’ll need help. I’ve never been in your town before. I don’t know where I’d take you 😅
Rio chuckles, rolling over on her bed.
Rio🖤: Don’t worry baby. I’ll show you all the good spots
Rio🖤: you just worry about being a good boy and kissing me.
Agatha drops on the bed with a huff, blushing all the way to her ears and down her neck. Worth the fear.
“So…” Wanda approaches and Agatha yanks the phone away from her.
“No! These are for me!” Agatha says clutching her phone against her chest.
“Ooooh, naughty naughty~” Pietro teases and she flips him off.
“Alright, let’s leave Agatha to her flirting then.” Vision says, trying to guide the twins out of her room. Agatha starts going through her wardrobe in her mind for any date worthy outfits. Uggh. I’m gonna have to be nice to Vision so I can ask him to iron my clothes before I pack. The things I do for love…
The next day, Agatha politely knocks on Pietro’s door; a rare occurrence that nearly counted as a red flag.
“Come in.” She hears from inside and opens his door. He looks over to her from his computer, “sup, Ags?” Agatha steps in and leans against his desk, a pensive look on her face.
“Pietro,” she starts, serious, “how do you like getting your dick sucked?” Pietro rears his head back so fast his neck cracks.
“eExCuSEe mE?” He looks at her with boggled eyes.
“Well…” Agatha shrugs. “I don’t know anything about cocks and you’re the only person in this household who has one so-” she shrugs again. In a split second, Pietro’s shock turns into a smirk.
“Ooh, I see… You wanna get ready in case you get some dick this weekend.” Despite her efforts, heat blooms across Agatha’s face.
“I like knowing things.” She says, not giving in an inch. “And being good at them.” She adds with a curt nod.
Pietro has the most shit eating grin on the planet as he goes to say, “and you wanna be good at sucking cock. How the mighty have fallen…”
Agatha rolls her eyes, “alright, if you’re not gonna help-”
“No, no no. I help. I’ll help.” Agatha turns back to him, arms crossed. “Do we still have bananas?”
“No, dumbass, you ate the last one.”
“Ah, oops. Ok then this.” He unplugs his microphone and sits cross-legged on his bed, patting the spot in front of him.
“A microphone? Really?” Agatha questions him as she walks over.
“Do you want to go get one of your dildos?”
“Microphone sounds great.” She says sitting on the bed.
“Look, I’m gonna tell you what I know. What I and people I know like. But there’s books and lots of people on the internet that can give you even more information.” He says gently.
“I know. I thought about it, but I wanted to ask you first. Before I went venturing into the wild west of dickland.”
“Aw,” Pietro pouts endearingly. “Because you trust me!” He says, shoving her shoulder as he speaks.
“Shut up,” Agatha shoves him back, but there’s the hint of a smile on her lips.
“That said,” he says seriously, “you should ask her what feels good. Just like pussy, every cock is different.” Agatha nods.
“I know. I just wanna have some idea of what I’m doing, y’know?” Pietro nods with a soft smile.
“Alright. So this is gonna be the head and this the balls.” He starts as if it was a TED talk.
“Goddess-”
Pietro is happy for Agatha. When he met her, she was a true and tried man hating lesbian. Now they’re buds and not only does she no longer gag at the mention of the word ‘penis’ or adjacents, but she’s actively learning about them. Who would’ve thought? In his moment of reflective bliss about friendship, Pietro does not feel the scarlet threat looming nearby.
His bedroom door slams shut and Pietro jumps in place. He looks up to see hurricane Wanda prowl. “You traitorous bastard piece of turd!” Pietro jumps off his chair, quickly placing it between them.
“Traitor?! What did I do?”
“Agatha was finally getting her shit together and now you’re teaching her about cocks !?” Her hair is flared up like a lion’s mane. She looks angry like the burning son. Muro tikno kham . “Tell me she’s not about to crash out again! She’s never cared for-” Wanda gasps, horrified. “ You .” She points at him and starts approaching again.
“What?!” His voice comes out high pitched in panic. Pietro immediately starts retreating, keeping the chair between them when he understands her implication. “Nonono! Wanda, c’mon. She is a lesbian . I am a man . Connect the dots tikno kham!” He has his hand up as if trying to appease a feral animal. Props to her for being a loyal friend, though.
“Don’t tikno kham me right now! Why the FUCK were you teaching her about COCKS when she should be thinking about RIO?!” Oh, if only you knew… Wanda grabs the arms of his chair and pushes forward until she traps Pietro against his night stand. She uses the momentum of the impact to propel herself onto the chair and level him with a death worthy glare. As that happens, Pietro is wondering if outing his bestie so he won’t get murdered by his feral sister would count as breaking the bro code. There has to be a way out of this. He has to think fast.
“Yes, you are absolutely right!” Not a flinch in Wanda’s demeanor. She was always right, Pietro should know by now. “Agatha is asking me about dicks because of Rio.” Wanda squints her eyes, watching him carefully, like she knows the information is there but can't find the right connection.
“What do you mean?” Pietro stutters for a second.
“Uh, she wants to surprise Rio.” So far no lies and no outing. Not bad.
“Like, she wants to give a strap blowjob?” Wanda asks, unconvinced.
“I didn’t ask her for specifics. Just gave the information asked of me.” Wanda hums, still watching him.
“Okay.” She nods. “You’re off the hook for now, tikno urso.” She hops off the chair.
“You should talk to Agatha if you want to know more.”
“Oh, believe me, I will .” She opens the door and turns back. “Lunch will be ready in 40, don’t snack.” She chirps as if she hadn't just attempted to muder him and leaves. Pietro lets out the deepest sigh as he crumples onto his bed.
“And they say staying home with family doesn’t bring adrenaline to life.” He has to do something. Warn Rio? Warn Agatha? Stall Wanda?
Rio is prepping an order of new seeds for the shop when a bunch of notifications from the group chat start popping, all from Pietro. She looks over and sees a video from when she visited Agatha and fifteen photos of moments in the video and then he just sends “These bitches gay. Good for them, good for them.”
Rio giggles and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear as she reacts to it with a black heart and replies, “you can’t even cling to your game wife like a sloth without people calling you gay anymore🙄”.
Everyone starts replying as well, but Rio presses play on the video. She has her arms wrapped over Agatha’s shoulder, body pressed against hers. There’s a giddy smile on her lips as she leans in to kiss Agatha’s cheek, body melting as the brunette’s hands find her waist. Another notification pops up, this time in her dms.
⚡Rio⚡: Yo, we need to talk
Riri💚🤘: waddup
⚡Rio⚡: I know this is gonna sound fucked but you’d be saving my and Agatha’s life like fr fr
⚡Rio⚡: can you come out to Wanda pls?
Riri💚🤘:?????
Riri💚🤘: Wanda doesn’t know I’m gay?
⚡Rio⚡: 🤦🏻
⚡Rio⚡: I adore you so much, but sometimes you’re as dumb as Agatha
⚡Rio⚡: I mean tell her you’re trans
Riri💚🤘: But Vision knows. How does she not know???
⚡Rio⚡: she’ll probably feel like the stupidest person ever for not knowing cus you probs mentioned it while she was on tt or smt
Riri💚🤘: ok but you gotta tell me why me telling her will save you and Ags
Riri💚🤘: I gotta know, Rio
⚡Rio⚡: I was helping Agatha get something ready for your date and now Wanda thinks we might be hooking up
Riri💚🤘: LOL
Riri💚🤘: We really are all just dumb af
Riri💚🤘: also 👀👀👀👀👀
⚡Rio⚡: 🤐🤐🤐🤐🤐
Riri💚🤘: Fine☹️
Riri💚🤘: gonna go save your asses
⚡Rio⚡: I’m still not over that now you Call Me By Your Name
Riri💚🤘: We are the pinnacle of queer friendship
⚡Rio⚡: amen brother
Riri💚🤘: 🙏
Lunch went without a hitch. Apparently Agatha was unaware of the danger lurking, guessing by her blissed demeanor. There was this constant flush to her skin that betrayed where her mind was wandering to. As soon as Pietro is done with the dishes he runs to his room, hoping to avoid his sister. He opens the door and is face to face with his twin sitting on his bed, legs swinging off of it. Green eyes dart to him and she offers him a wide but apologetic smile.
“Muro tikno urso!” She beams. Pietro slowly closes the door behind him. “I’m sorry, Rio.” She adds and he feels the tension leaving his body. “I forgot Rio’s trans.” Liar. You’re just trying to save face.
“I forget sometimes too.” He says with a shrug as he steps over and sits next to her. Lying or not, Wanda is his little sun. She can do no wrong, not truly. She takes his hand and interlocks their fingers.
“I’m sorry I thought you’d betray Rio’s trust. I shouldn’t have.”
“Ya, you shouldn’t! I love that girl. She’s my best bud.” He says frowning, a pout making itself known in his lips. Wanda smiles at him softly, her heart swelling at the sigh.
“Aren’t you a cute lil bear?” She coos, ruffling his hair. He grins, shy and proud altogether.
“Aren’t you sorry for trying to kill me?”
“Why should I be? You’re lucky I didn’t curse you and any offspring you might have.”
Pietro gasps, “But I’m your brother! And that’s an awful thing to say as someone who got married a few months ago and is already trying to have kids.”
“Yea, well. You say that as if you didn’t threaten Agatha’s life every time she sneezes at me wrong.”
“Yea, but it’s Agatha . She always has it coming. I don’t! I’m a good boy.” Wanda throws her head back laughing.
“You’re absolutely right. You are my best boy.” He beams as she pecks him on the cheek. “Am I forgiven?” She asks, offering the most pleading eyes. Pietro tilts his head from one side to the other as if considering, but soon a smile grows on his face.
“Ya, ya. You’re forgiven.” He says pulling her into a sidehug. Wanda wraps her arms around his waist, humming happily.
One of her greatest reliefs when she fell for Vision was how easily he accepted Pietro’s role in her life. They weren’t as codependent as they used to be, Agatha helped with that in her own way, but he was all she had left of her family. Anyone related to her was long gone or scattered throughout Eastern Europe and if she did ever meet them, she was too young to accurately remember any of them today. So Pietro was always by her side, whether he was her flatmate or next door neighbour, he had to be near — that was non-negotiable.
She opens his bedroom door and looks back at him innocently, “well, I’m glad you forgave me…” she flutters her eyelashes as she continues, “now I won’t have to share the papanasi I made.”
Pietro gasps, “you wouldn’t dare !” And he sprints after her as she runs off laughing maniacally.
Agatha has done so much research the past few days, from articles by sex therapists and sexual health professionals, to very descriptive fanfiction and just straight up porn videos. Very educational. But now that she’s sitting in the bus on her way to see Rio again she’s wondering how any of that will translate into her inexperienced practice.
What if she’s five steps ahead?
What if Rio prefers to go slow and take things one step at a time?
Maybe Rio just wants a first date that will end with the equivalent of a peck on the lips as she leaves her at her door before they go their separate ways. While Agatha is at it again, sullying the innocent and sacred with her lust. Rio probably wants a cute romantic date straight from a movie, and here’s Agatha wondering if it’s gonna be too big for her to bounce on it or how much of it she can take in her mouth. She has to be stopped.
Rio is so excited for Agatha to get there, especially after they finally talked things out and they are both aware of their mutual interest in each other. Officially. They agreed that since Agatha would be arriving on Friday, the Date should be on Saturday for her to have time to rest and plan the date. Lilia was aware of the incoming guest and made sure Rio knew that she would not make herself scarce (not that Rio asked for that).
“I have to meet this Harkness girl after all these years of making a squealing, girly mess of you.” That draws a blush across Rio’s cheek for sure, but not half as much as when Lilia reminds her that her room is across from Lilia’s. “So whatever you do, try not to be too loud about it.” Rio simply nods quickly, trying to will blood away from her reddened cheek. She is so so excited for Agatha to be there. And the date. And she just can’t wait to get railed . Or to do the railing. Whatever, it doesn’t matter as long as it’s with Agatha.
Agatha chose her trusty baggy blue jeans, black vans, purple t-shirt, grey hoodie and, obviously, her Witchkiller snapback for the trip, hoping she wouldn’t be looking too shabby for Rio’s taste. Of course nothing compared to her answering her door in her boxers, but a girl can dream. She hopes she can find an outlet to let Rio know she arrived. Her phone ran out of battery and the bus’ outlet wasn’t working.
Once the bus is parked Agatha practically pushes the lady next to her to the side so she can grab her backpack and then proceeds to shoulder her way out of the bus. Someone grunted that they all had places to be, she only needed to be patient. And though that might be true, only she was there to see Rio, so clearly not the same level of urgency.
As she walks onto the station, her eyes dart around, there’s the adrenaline of being in an unknown place. The panic of being forgotten or left behind lurks beneath her skin. Not that she believes Rio would ever do that to her, but that’s not how anxiety works, unfortunately. And then her eyes land on the most beautiful woman. Rio’s hair is up in a tight bun, she’s wearing a green jean jacket with peacock feathers sewn onto it, white jeans and converse shoes. Agatha feels a smile take over her features as Rio waves at her.
She strides confidently to Rio and pulls her in by the waist just as Rio wraps her arms around her shoulders. They hug each other tightly, no room for air or JC between their bodies. Rio turns her face and plants a tender kiss on Agatha’s cheek.
“Don’t you look striking in your gamer boy attire.” Rio says against her cheek, earning a chuckle from Agatha.
“Speak for yourself, Desire of The Endless.” Rio giggles and shakes her head.
“Dont even get me started on that.” Rio doesn’t pull back or turn away as Agatha shifts in their embrace and turns her face.
Their foreheads meet, noses bump and their warm breaths are on one another’s mouth. It seems like every breath, every second, is cut and stretched into eternity. Every inhale a birth; every exhale a death. Rio opens her eyes and sees Agatha’s trained on her lips, a thirsty water fly catching the glint of sundew. She nods gently, shortly, not wanting to break the moment, but knows the movement was understood when Agatha takes in the most silent of gasps.
And then, like she has the Holy Grail in her hands, Agatha brings her lips to Rio’s. Fireworks don’t cut it. A supernova, all consuming, that is what kissing Rio feels like, her tongue darting across Agatha’s lower lip, her soft and plump lips parting to allow Agatha entrance, the soft breaths and whimpers and how her fingers thread her hair until they knock her hat to the floor.
Rio was so right to be mad at her. They could’ve been doing this for hours at least, and she was caught up on thinking her mother , of all people, was right. Idiot , but no longer. Because who has her tongue down Rio’s throat and has Rio holding her like her life depends on it?
Agatha dabs .
In her mind, obviously.
They pull away just enough to catch their breaths, both smiling stupidly. “So… worth the wait?” Agatha chirps, slightly panting.
“You’re always worth the wait, Agatha. I waited nearly four years. You’re worth every second of it.” Agatha’s chest clenches in pain. She pulls away slightly, feeling the instinct to run. As if reading her mind, Rio pulls her closer for another deep, but short kiss. “You’re also so fucking hot I was going mad with every second I couldn’t have my hands on you.” Rio steps back and Agatha turns to see her hat on the floor. “Oops.” Rio says feigning innocence.
Agatha picks it up and dusts it off. Gods, she looks great with her hair all messed with and lips a bit swollen from the needy kissing. “Alright. All set.” Agatha takes Rio’s hand without a second of hesitation. “Let’s go?”
“Yes, sir.” Rio nods, swinging the keychain in one finger before catching it and leading Agatha forward.
They get to the parking lot and Agatha sees Rio is leading her to an old white truck. “Where’s the bike?” She asks, curious about Rio’s favorite mode of transportation.
“Oh, I had to pick up some stuff for Lilia before I picked you up so…” they stop on the passenger’s side of the car. “You’ll be doing some heavy lifting for me later.”
“I can take it.” Agatha flexes the arm not holding Rio’s hand. “Been working out just for you, baby.” Rio hums, smirking.
“Oh yea?” She leans in closer, lids heavy. “I do love watching you show off. Put all that butch power to work.” Agatha promptly wraps an arm around Rio’s waist and plants her hand on the taller woman’s lower back to pull her closer.
“Oh, you’ll see my dyke power in action in no time, honey.” She says against her lips just before Rio finishes closing the distance to kiss her. Goddess, what does this woman do to her lips that they’re so soft? Rio pulls back with a giddy smile.
“Let’s go, good boy. We don’t want to keep Lilia waiting. She’s a feisty one.” Agatha nods dumbly as Rio steps around the car to the driver’s side.
Most of the drive Agatha stays quiet, sort of in awe of Rio. Window down, wind whipping the few loose hair strands, singing along to her reggaeton playlist. Agatha thinks of the night she was stupid drunk and thinking too much about Rio; the one she texted Rio saying she’d love to take her out on a date and kiss her ‘till she’s out of breath, ‘till she forgets her name or that they aren’t actually married. She wonders what it would’ve been like if she hadn’t deleted that message at 5 am before going to bed. She stretches her hand out to place it above Rio’s knee. The movement is casual but her grip is firm, like she doesn’t want to risk drifting away from her.
As they drive past a bronze plaque at the gate that says, ‘Calderu Manor’, Agatha’s jaw hits the floor. The driveway is wide and elegantly landscaped with bushes and trees. It ends in front of a large and old manor with hints of Moorish Sicilian architecture. Above the front door, there is an elegant banner that reads, ‘Welcome to The Calderu Manor ’ There’s a logo of a regal woman wearing a flower crown and under it in smaller print, ‘Flower shop and tarot readings, where your tomorrow’s problems can be solved with a bouquet’. Agatha snorts and Rio smiles as she drives in and then maneuvers the car to go in reverse into the garage.
“Tag line was my idea.”
“Of fucking course it was.” Agatha shakes her head, amused.
Rio walks to the back of the truck and opens the back to show Agatha all the stuff she needs to carry, which she does promptly, doing her best to not look like she is struggling.
Rio takes Agatha through one of the doors in the back of the garage that leads into a sizeable inner garden with an artificial lake at the center of it. There’s all sorts of plants around, organized in some way she doesn’t have time to understand. Even the lake is filled with water plants. The garden is surrounded by arches on three sides and the fourth wall is completely composed of glass with two sliding doors at the center that lead to the flowershop. Above that, there are balconies on all sides facing the garden. Agatha stares at all of it so in awe she forgets her shoulder hurts from everything she’s carrying.
“You can leave them over here.” Rio’s voice makes her snap back to attention and Agatha goes to place them where Rio requested.
“You weren’t kidding when you called this place a manor.”
“Wait till you see the rest of it baby.” Rio winks at her. Agatha looks over to where there’s a tall wooden table full of plants but also a laptop and electronic gadgets.
“Is this the garden you stream from?!” Rio nods with a tender smile.
“Yuup.”
“That’s so cool!” Rio beams at Agatha’s enthusiasm.
“Come,” she takes her hand. “Let me introduce you to the lady of the house and one of my oldest friends.” Agatha nods and lets Rio lead her through the glass doors where there’s an old lady with beautiful curly grey hair pulled up, wearing a beautiful coat composed of warm colored patches. She’s adjusting a bouquet of the most gorgeous flowers Agatha has seen.
“Oh wow, those are gorgeous.” Then, quieter, “what are they?”
“Azeleas.” Rio answers just as quietly, while the woman turns to them.
“Oh, Harkness!” Lilia says with an appraising look, her eyes land on their joined hands and the hint of a smile makes itself known on her lips. “Good, you’re here.” Agatha stares, unsure how to react.
“Agatha, this is Lilia.”
“Oh!” I should’ve guessed, dumbass.
“Lilia, it’s Agatha .”
“She’ll have to earn that. Isn’t that right, Harkness?”
“Yes, ma’am.” Agatha nods curtly and stretches her hand out to Lilia. Suddenly hyperaware that she must make a good impression. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She adds as they shake hands.
“Yes, delighted. I’d say I’m watching for the u-hauling tendencies of your people, but she’s been fawning over you for years so…” Lilia’s gaze morphs from appraising to sincere and full of affection, “just be good.” Though not a question, Agatha senses it is a request, maybe even a plea. ‘Be good,’ she said. ‘Don’t hurt my beloved. Every wound she has, I bleed,’ she meant. Agatha gives a short and slow nod, her eyes meet Lilia’s in a moment of understanding, in their own ways, their hearts beat inside Rio’s chest.
“I will be.”
“Good. Now be a proper hostess and show her the house.” Lilia says to Rio.
“I will! I just wanted to introduce you first.” Lilia lets out a short ‘hmph’, side-eyeing Rio as the latter drags Agatha deeper into the house. “See you at dinner, corazon.” Rio calls back to Lilia.
“That is the powder room, for clients and by-walkers.” Rio points to a door near the main door and then starts taking Agatha all around the house, showing her everything.
“This is the office where we do all the shop business. This is the living room.” Biggest living room Agatha has ever seen let alone stepped in.
“This is the dining room. Through this door is the patio, the backyard and the pool. This is the kitchen, pantry, utility room that has a door to an area in the patio reserved for cleaning and hanging stuff for sun drying.” Rio goes pointing around the smaller areas before she turns to Agatha.
“Are you thirsty? This is the moment in the tour to get some water.”
“Oh,” Agatha is so struck by the magnitude of the house she doesn’t know if she’s thirsty or hungry, only that she’s awestruck as she looks at all these living areas open to the garden with the elegant Moorish arches. Agatha shakes her head. “No, I’m good for now.” She finds Rio watching her carefully before squeezing her hand for a bit.
“I was pretty overwhelmed when I first moved in. I had no idea that when Lilia said “there’s plenty of space here” she meant this . Thankfully it’s not built like a labyrinth so I never got lost. But just the size of it all can be hard to get accustomed to.” Agatha lets out a puff of air through her nose.
“Tell me about it. I can’t even believe there’s a second floor.”
“And an attic. And a wine cellar.”
“ What the fuck .”
“Yea, I know. Come,” Rio tugs Agatha along. “These are guest bedrooms. Lilia likes staying on this one and her caretaker in that one when she has any health issues that impede her walking properly. Not a frequent occurrence but y’know…” Rio gestures uncommittedly with her free hand. “Which leads me to point out this,” she gestures to a metal door, “elevator. We use it routinely to keep the gears working, but not enough to strain it more than necessary because we can’t have it malfunction in case someone actually needs it.” Agatha’s eyes are so wide.
“Are you like a heiress or something?” She whispers to Rio, who throws her head back, cackling.
“No, baby. I’m renting a room.” She shakes her head. “This is the TV and games room.” The TV is old and the space looks nearly untouched. Agatha gets flustered when she catches herself thinking she’ll have to get them a new TV that can better handle her consoles. “Lilia and I don’t really spend time here. Now up we go.” Rio says and starts jugging up the spiral staircase. Agatha follows eagerly, but nearly trips trying to keep up the pace. When she catches up, the stairs open into a continuous library hall. Agatha’s eyes sparkle and she nearly topples back.
“This is why the TV room doesn’t get any use.” She says to herself and Rio watches her with a bright smile. Agatha licks her lips and looks at Rio, wide-eyed.
“Take your time. There’s no rush, cariño.” And she does.
Agatha goes through every row, running her fingers over the books, old and new, some feel ancient. She eyes the ladders attached to every shelf, but decides against them for now . She feels like she’s in a movie. Only place she has been to that has more books than this is the public library and bookstores, but not the small ones. Rio accompanies her patiently, watching her as one does ballet, following her movements, watching her emotions, letting herself feel them. Neither of them is aware of the passage of time, but eventually they reach the last shelf, the last book.
Agatha turns to Rio, opens her mouth but nothing comes out. She closes it and tries again, “this is my favorite part of the house.”
Rio beams, “I had a feeling it’d be.” She winks at Agatha playfully. “You did miss the balconies in your literary stupor.” She starts gesturing in the right directions. “There are three on that side, there, there and there. And on this side there is one to the inner garden.” She spins around and grabs Agatha, pulling her along as she continues the tour.
“Those stairs lead to the attic. This is the bathroom for the rooms on this side of the house, this is the main inner balcony. These two rooms lead to a balcony facing the backyard. These two don’t have one.” After that they enter another open space with one balcony on each side and the stairs from the living room. “This is the family room. We got a nice balcony over there, and there another inner garden one.” They turn another corner.
“That is one of the main suites. It’s all set for you if you wish to sleep there.” She says it casually, but Agatha has listened to Rio’s voice enough to recognize the touch of hope in it.
“This one is my room. These are two mini balconies into the garden.” She points to a trap door on the ceiling. “That’s another attic.” Then points at a mahogany double door at the end of the hall. “That is the master bedroom and that is one of the entrances to the front balcony, that also has a door to each of the suites we just walked past.” She walks Agatha back to her own door and stops. “We’re done. Full house.”
“Oh, is that all?” Agatha says, feigning disinterest.
Rio slaps her arm, giggling, “ass.” Agatha grins back at her.
“So… can I see your room?”
“Most definitely.” Rio says and opens the door to let Agatha follow her in.
When they walk in, Agatha’s eyes adjust to the low lighting from the curtained window and she takes in the room. It doesn’t clash with the rest of the house, but it’s unabashedly Rio; warm wood and greens all around with all her collectibles, art and paraphernalia on display on shelves and walls.
“This place is gorgeous. Like, the whole house is but your room specially.” Rio smiles, her cheeks tinted pink as she becomes shy for a moment.
“Well, you’re biased.”
“I might be, but I also have impeccable taste.” Agatha says, taking lazy steps towards Rio. When she’s close enough, Rio’s hand automatically rests against Agatha’s stomach as she looks down at her adoringly. “So… you said I can stay in the room next door if I want.”
Rio nods, “yea…” she bites her lower lip. Agatha moves closer, leaning slightly in.
“As opposed to…?” Her gaze flickers to Rio’s lips and back up to her eyes, taking her time to get caught in the act. Rio’s mouth hangs slack, showing that adorable gap in her front teeth. The hand on Agatha’s stomach slides up to her ribs and her free hand rests on Agatha’s hips, the touch is agonizing and grounding all at once.
“As opposed to staying here… with me…” Rio nudges her nose against Agatha’s to one side… then the other… slowly, a tease, a promise. Agatha’s hands are firm on Rio’s hips; she doesn’t remember putting them there. “In my bed. Waking up with me in your arms.”
“Well, when you put it like that, there’s really no competition.” Agatha lets her voice drop low as she speaks. Rio tucks her lower lip under her teeth, eyes full of want. “I’ll have to stay in the guest bedroom.”
The gasp Rio lets out, the shock on her face, all drenched in the purest sentiment of offense and betrayal as she pushes herself away from Agatha. But Agatha doesn’t let her go, wrapping her arms around Rio’s waist to try and pull her back, like one does with a cat trying to jump off of one’s arms.
“It’s a joke! Come her baby. Come on, I was joking. I wanna be in your room.”
“No! You disdained my room. Disdained me ! You scorned us .” Despite her fight, she’s barely putting any effort in struggling against Agatha’s arms, a mischievous glint in her eyes that Agatha is quick to spot.
“ Please, my love . How could I ever earn your forgiveness?” Agatha gives her the most adoring, pleading gaze as Rio finally lets Agatha pull her flush against her body. Rio looks at her with an entitled pout, masking the smile she’s holding. She hums as if considering Agatha’s position.
“I guess I could let you redeem yourself.”
“Oh, most merciful lady!” Agatha leans in nuzzling Rio’s neck. She opens her mouth and brushes her lips against her lips. Agatha smirks when she feels Rio twitch against her hips and stifle a gasp. “I will be eternally grateful to you.” Agatha whispers, running the ghost of her teeth up Rio’s neck until she reaches her ear and bites her earlobe.
“Okay!” Rio squeals as she pushes Agatha gently away, crimson running furiously all the way down her neck. “Your path to redemption starts with you taking a shower.” When Rio steps away she opens her jacket, finally, showing a simple moss green tanktop underneath. “I’ll get towels for you. Be right back.” Agatha watches Rio with a smirk, dropping her backpack next to Rio’s desk, enjoying how the older woman flaps her jacket open and closed as if fanning herself as she walks out of the room.
After they’ve both showered, they settle on a loveseat in the library. Rio opens her laptop to show her around town on google maps. She shows her favorite spots, spots she hasn’t been to but is curious about, spots she doesn’t care for but she ought to show. All the while, Agatha takes mental notes for tomorrow. She’ll take her girl around town, give her the best date she’s ever had, leave her daydreaming about marrying her as she fails to fall asleep. Her girl . Agatha catches herself. She turns to watch Rio showing her an Arab bakery.
“They make some insanely good kubbeh. The waiter has a huge crush on me, so if you take me there it’d be sad to see his lil’ heart get crushed, but also so funny.”
“I do love crushing men’s dreams.”
“I know, baby.” Agatha can’t unglue her eyes off of Rio, and it does not go unnoticed. Rio turns to her, pausing her tour.
“Is everything alright?” Agatha nods solemnly.
“Just wondering… are we like, dating?” Rio’s eyebrows shoot up and she stares back at Agatha. “Like, are you my girlfriend?” She adds before Rio has a chance to open her mouth.
“Well I sure hope I am.” Rio says, baffled. “You’re mine, Agatha. No one else gets to have you, only me.” Welp, that does something for Agatha. Agatha nods as she closes Rio’s laptop.
“Good. We’re on the same page.” Rio watches Agatha’s movements, trying to catch up to what she’s doing, as Agatha grabs the laptop and places it on the floor. She casually turns and in a smooth shift of her body, straddles Rio’s lap.
“ Oh .” Rio swallows dry, her hands falling on Agatha’s thighs. Agatha leans in until her lips are brushing against Rio’s.
“I will mutilate anyone who tries to touch you, ever .” She says barely above a whisper. Rio tries to hum in agreement, but it sounds more like a moan than anything else. “And I want you to murder anyone who thinks they have a chance with me.” Rio nods vigorously.
“Yes. Yes, yes.” She answers out of breath. “You’re mine .”
“Good girl.” Agatha whispers and licks up Rio’s lips. That’s the last straw; Rio’s pushes up smashing her lips against Agatha’s in a hungry kiss.
They make out until their lips are red and swollen. They’re squirming against each other, in a desperate attempt to not let things escalate, when the soft ring of silver bells tolls across the house. Rio jolts to attention like a Pavlovian case study.
“Dinner’s ready.” Rio says in a daze, breaking away from Agatha.
“What the fuck?” Agatha blinks rapidly, disoriented. “You guys live like nobility.” Rio tilts her head from one side to the other.
“Not exactly. If we did, Lilia wouldn’t be the one cooking or ringing the bell.”
“Who cleans the house?” Rio rolls her eyes.
“Not the woman in her 70’s and not the woman with a full time job. Have you seen the size of this house?” Rio points out, “it’s not a one person job.”
“And there it is.”
“She’s a business owner. We can afford to have a few workers a week.”
“Holy shit… I scored a sugar mama and I didn’t even know it.”
“Agatha!” Rio slaps her arm and the brunette chuckles impishly.
“Alright, let’s go.” Agatha slides off Rio’s lap and starts on her way to the dining room.
“It’s shorter that way.” Rio gestures in the opposite direction as she readjusts her shorts, hoping her half hard-on won’t be too noticeable.
Dinner goes without a hitch, to Rio’s relief. Lilia and Agatha seem to get along just fine, despite the dry quips they throw at each other. Agatha does ask her a million questions about everything, the manor, her family, the store, Rio, how they met, why she put up her guest rooms for rental, why did she take it down after Rio’s first month.
Agatha clings to Lilia’s every word, fascinated about her story, how her family came over, how the family fell apart and into poverty, how she maintained the state by herself for decades until her store started becoming popular for how reliable it is. Then when Rio arrived she became a huge help even when job hunting, letting Lilia branch out the business into a franchise throughout the country.
“Oh, really?” Agatha eyes Rio with pride.
“It was just a little nudge.”
“Don’t let her trick you with humility, her ideas are what turned my small business into something greater. She’s even taking a business management course to try to learn more stuff to help us out. Along with a botany program.”
“That’s incredible, baby. You should be proud.”
“It’s the least I could do for Lils.” Agatha lets out an exasperated huff of air as Lilia rolls her eyes so hard it almost hurts.
“Incridìbbili.”
“The least you could do was pay rent and not be a bother. You should be proud of doing this.” Rio smiles, bashful but sincere.
“What about you, Harkness?” Lilia shifts the spotlight, knowing Rio isn’t a huge fan of it. “What do you do to pay rent?”
“Oh…” Why does it feel like she’s talking to Rio’s parents all of a sudden? Oh my god… I am, aren’t I? Fuck. Have I been doing good so far? “I’m a content creator. That’s how I get about 80 to 90% of my income.” Agatha takes a sip of her juice.
“Well, that seems as reliable as being an actor.” Agatha almost spits out her drink, but holds it in, trying not to swallow so she won’t choke.
Rio turns to her worried as Agatha’s face turns red. “Are you okay?”
“Mhmm!” Agatha confirms as she calms down and manages to swallow without dying. She takes a deep breath and looks at Lilia. “You would be right. I can stop being able to pay rent at the drop of a dime.” Lilia nods, taking in her words.
“And do you have anything you could fallback to if this creator business doesn’t work out?”
“Uuum,” she licks her lips. “If I go back to school I’d have a degree in literature. I wanted to get a masters and become a teacher, but I- well, essentially lost my funding.”
“That’s understandable. University is neither easy nor cheap.” Then Lilia adds sincerely, “I think that things will change for you soon, and you might get a chance again. But don’t stop what you’re doing now. It’s clearly good for you.” Agatha nods, Lilia’s words weighing on her chest. She feels Rio’s hand slipping into hers, reminding her she’s not alone and hasn’t been for a long time.
Dishes are washed, tablecloth put away and they walk under the low light, hand in hand to Rio’s room. Peppermint in their breaths; Agatha, in her green plaid boxers and oversized band t-shirt of the week, feels her mouth water at the sight of Rio in pastel green cotton shorts and string sleeveless shirt, both with white lace trim.
Rio slips under the blankets and without a word they both pull each other closer. They breathe in each other's space for a few moments, watching one another, taking in every moonlit feature as if it were a private exposition at the Louvre. Agatha is thankful that in these moments of silence, Rio’s quiet presence is loud enough to silence Evanora’s shame.
Hundreds of words could be said in these moments, but neither seem capable of opening their mouths for anything but to allow each other entrance as their bodies mold against one another. Hands roam over the other's form. Rio’s teeth find Agatha’s pulse as Agatha’s hands slip under Rio’s shirt to palm her breasts and gently pinch her nipples. They pant against each other and Agatha pushes Rio onto her back and climbs on top of her, straddling her hips. Agatha steals Rio’s breath with a famished kiss before sitting up, throwing her hair back as she runs the fingers of one hand through her unbrushed hair and the other holds Rio’s waist.
Rio watches, mouth agape, and when Agatha starts rolling her hips back and forth, Rio’s hands fly to them, holding on firmly. Agatha grinds her cunt down on Rio’s dick, rubbing up and down with the added friction of both their shorts. As she drags herself up and down Rio’s length, she feels Rio getting hard and warm and so fucking ready for her; a sly grin grows on Agatha’s lips.
“Fuck~” Rio’s eyes roll back as she feels Agatha’s slick seeping through her short.
“That feel good, baby?” Rio nods repeatedly. “Is my pussy driving you mad even through your shorts?” Rio nods again.
“Yes,” she moans out. “You feel so good, guapa.” Agatha starts picking up the pace as she fondles her own breasts.
“Good, cus your cock feels so good rubbing up against my pussy. I can’t wait to have it inside me.”
“Oh my god.” Rio’s fingers dig into Agatha’s hips, eliciting a loud moan from her and she drops forward, hands landing on Rio’s shoulders to hold herself up. “I- I can’t, baby. I didn’t get any condoms.” Agatha nods, gasping and moaning as her clit brushes against the head of Rio’s dick with every stroke.
“That’s alright, babygirl. We got all weekend for you to stuff me.” Rio whimpers .
“ Fuck . Holy shit.” Rio starts thrusting up as she helps Agatha grind down on her. Agatha drops completely on top of Rio, kissing her, her neck, her face, moaning against her skin.
“Goddess, you feel so good baby.” Agatha says in between moans against Rio’s ear. “You’re gonna make me cum just from dry humping me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, please. Cum for me baby.” Agatha lets out a purposefully long moan against Rio’s ear. The world spins around her, mind foggy as she feels Rio’s cock twitching against her pussy. They’re slipping so easily against each other now. She’s soaking through both of their shorts and she doesn’t know how much of the wetness is her slick or Rio’s.
Rio kisses Agatha’s face, mumbling the sweetest things, telling her how good she feels, how beautiful she is, hands on her ass to keep her moving at the same tempo. Every sweet declaration against her skin makes Agatha’s moans grow longer and louder.
“Shh baby. Not too loud.” But Agatha is gone, she is nothing but wanton rolling hips and a pleading mouth.
Rio lifts her hand to Agatha’s face, holding her jaw and presses her fingers against Agatha’s lips. Agatha takes three of them into her mouth, eyes rolling back as they press down against her tongue. Rio feels her own moans begin to grow and turns her face, digging her teeth into Agatha’s neck as her cock throbs against her cunt.
Agatha’s hips begin to stutter and she starts sucking Rio’s fingers, bobbing her head as she moans around them. Rio’s eyes roll back at the feeling and she grinds harder and harder against Agatha, desperate for release.
The moment Agatha feels Rio pressing harder, Rio’s moans vibrating against her neck, her hips lose all control, convulsing as she breaks down and cums hard, still rubbing herself on Rio. Rio never thought dry humping could be this intense or good. When she feels Agatha trembling against her cock, moaning needily around her fingers, body writhing in pleasure; Rio feels herself burst. Her hips buck against Agatha as her teeth sink harder on her neck.
They tremble in the aftershock of their pleasure, holding each other tight, releasing what they hold in their mouths and panting. When Agatha shivers, Rio stretches an arm down to grab the blankets and pull them over Agatha. She wraps her arms tightly around Agatha, kissing her cheek.
“You felt so good, baby.” Rio whispers softly. “You did so good. So good to me.” Agatha turns her face and nuzzles Rio’s neck, humming contently. “You okay, baby?” Agatha nods slowly.
“So good. I came so good. I think I went a little crazy at some point. We weren’t even fucking.” Agatha’s voice is hoarse from pleasure and tiredness. Rio chuckles, rubbing up and down Agatha’s back.
“Same. That was insane.”
“You’re gonna fucking ruin my life.”
“Oh, I’m planning to.” They both chuckle. Agatha stretches out her legs to get more comfortable and they soon fall into fucked-out deep sleep.
They wake still sticky and moist, but unfathomably happy. Their morning is slow enough, but Agatha makes sure Rio knows they can’t linger for too long because she has plans — no, Rio cannot know what those plans are.
They eat breakfast on the patio. It’s a bit of a jarring experience for Agatha. As much as Wanda tried to keep the household with healthy eating habits, no one in that apartment knew what that actually looked like.
Rio and Lilia set up a breakfast spread that left Agatha nearly overwhelmed. Thankfully, she gets through it with the help of Rio simply suggesting exactly what she’d like. The perks of dating someone who knows everything there is to know about you :)
Between Rio’s skin care and makeup routine, and Agatha’s hair care routine, they took about the same amount of time to get ready. However they weren’t getting ready exactly at the same time, so by the time Agatha is ready to go, Rio is still in the bathroom doing her makeup.
Agatha is wearing white tennis shoes, grey slacks, a navy blue sweater french tucked into her pants and three golden chains of different thickness around her neck. She takes a breath admiring herself in the mirror before snapping a picture, hand tucked in her pocket and posts it on socials.
Agatha walks out of Rio’s room and sees Lilia in one of the inner balconies. “Oh, good,” Lilia waves Agatha over when she sees her. “Come here, darling.” Agatha pats her pockets, making sure everything she needs for the date is in them and then walks to Lilia with a brisk pace.
“What’s up?” Agatha asks, leaning against the stone railing, both hands in her pockets.
“You guys are going on a date today, right?” Lilia asks plainly and Agatha nods.
“Yea, we’re getting an uber once Rio’s ready.” Lilia hums in thought, clearly sizing up Agatha.
“Is this a ‘we’ll see how it goes’ date for you, or are you going into this with the intent of taking her seriously?” Lilia’s eyes are locked on Agatha, reading her every twitch. Which is unfortunate for Agatha who felt like she was just gut punched by the bluntness of Lilia’s question.
“I- uh- what?” Agatha laughs nervously. “Are we like in the 18 hundreds or something?” She licks her lips, tasting the mint chapstick she’s wearing. Lilia is not amused; she fixes Agatha with a glare.
“Spit it out, Harkness. You’re not a child, don’t make me treat you like one.” Agatha scowls. It sure felt like she was being treated as one, but Agatha has seen how Lilia and Rio exist around one another. There’s a synchronicity, a comfortable familiarity that not even time can fabricate; only love and devotion. So Agatha takes a deep breath and nods.
“I honestly… I-” Agatha’s eyes flicker to Rio’s door and Lilia sees the apprehension in them.
She huffs through her nose and grabs Agatha by the arm, taking her closer to the furthest corner of the balcony where it’d be harder for Rio to hear them if she walked out. Agatha quickly wets her lips again, feeling safer with Lilia’s attempt to increase the privacy of their conversation.
“I’ve been wanting this for years . I just didn’t think she actually also wanted it.” Lilia deadpans in an attempt to not roll her eyes. “I regret hurting her and I’m trying to silence the stuff that made me act the way I did so it doesn’t happen again. Seeing her like that was…”
“Like seeing your own heart bleed.” Agatha nods, eyes glistening but not near watery enough to cry. “Good. So you’ll understand when I tell you that if I ever see her suffer like she did because of you again, I guarantee you will beg me to be embalmed alive.” The older woman says that like it’s an absolutely normal thing to say to people. Agatha stares wide-eyed. “Understood?”
Agatha nods rapidly. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Good girl.” Lilia beams at Agatha, rubbing up and down her arms. “You look very handsome, by the way.” She reaches for Agatha’s necklaces to adjust them. “You’ll look great with Rio in your arm.” Agatha feels the tip of her ears burning.
“Thank you.” She manages, unsure of all the emotions she’s feeling at the moment. Lilia’s eyes hover over Agatha’s shoulder and a soft smile graces her lips.
“Good luck.” Lilia whispers to Agatha before turning her with a gentle shove.
Out of Rio’s room is stepping the woman herself, she’s wearing a longsleeved floral black minidress, her chest is bare of any jewelry, the cuffs are tight to her wrists and the sleeves puffy with wide shoulders, the fabrics composing the skirt overlap dangerously high, showing off Rio’s long toned legs. She’s sporting low white heels, her trusty black leather purse and ray-ban shades perched above her forehead. She kept her make up delicate and simple, not what Agatha had in store for their day.
Rio stops on her track when her eyes land on Agatha, a smile growing on her lips. Agatha gawks shamelessly, eyes travelling down Rio’s form.
“My, my. Isn’t my girlfriend looking handsome, Lilia?”
“Girlfriend?” Lilia’s eyebrows lift and she eyes Agatha accusatorily.
“Yes, boyfriend works too.” Rio happily loops her arm on Agatha’s. “She asked me yesterday before dinner and I said…” she leans in and kisses Agatha’s cheek, “I better be.” Rio says against Agatha’s cheek before pulling away again. Lilia hums, looking at Agatha in a new light.
“Well, we shouldn’t keep our day waiting.” Agatha says, pretending her cheeks aren’t visibly flushed.
“Want me to get the cab?” Rio offers.
“Nah, I got it.” Agatha says already requesting a driver.
“Don’t behave too much, girls.” Lilia says as she watches them walk away.
Rio presses her tongue to the inside of her cheek and smirks. “I wouldn’t dare .” If the previous night was anything to go by, they were definitely not going to behave.
Agatha went full gentleman, which worried Rio a bit given that between both of them, she was the one with the stable job. But Agatha insisted on paying for the cab, and the movie tickets, and the popcorn, and beverage. The movie was… a choice. Sitting with each other, sharing popcorn and a soda, was wonderful, comfortable but also not so comfortable, with the electricity that zapped between them.
They both shift in their seats and feel the electricity grow stronger as on the screen Honey tried to disguise her orgasm as MG fingered her under the bar. God, if Rio knew Agatha was going to choose ‘ Honey, don’t ’ to watch on their date, she would’ve used her tucking panties, as much as she hates them.
When the popcorn is finished Agatha takes Rio’s hand and locks their fingers together firmly. They cling to each other and keep their distance to power through the movie. Maybe they should go back home right after the movie. Maybe that was Agatha’s plan, get her horny and go back home. Right?
The credits roll and the lights come on, but the girls remain seated in silence, holding one another.
“So…” Rio speaks up. “Movie was good.”
“Yea!” Agatha catches herself being too eager, clinging to Rio. “I- uh, didn’t know it was gonna be that sexy.”
“Agatha, that was nearly erotica.” Rio says amused.
“So? Aubrey Plaza is so fucking hot.” Rio cocks an eyebrow tilting her head like she didn’t hear properly.
“Do you think she’s hotter than me?” Oh fuck.
“What?! No!” Now both of Rio’s eyebrows are high on her face. Shit , was that too much?
“You guys do look alike. She’s like an 8 years older version of you. But! You’re hotter, prettier, funnier and your voice isn’t as…” quick, quick, think. “Plain.” Rio pushes her tongue against the inside of her cheek, observing Agatha… She’s made her sweat enough.
“Alright.” Rio shrugs with one shoulder, the hint of a teasing smile on her lips. “What’s the next stop?” Agatha grins at her brightly.
When they walk out of the theatre it’s nearly dark. Agatha tells Rio that they’re a short walk from their next destination so they can perambulate as long as they don’t stray too far. And they do. They walk hand in hand, talking and in stretches of silence.
They sit at a city square and Agatha stretches her arm along the back of the bench hoping Rio will cuddle up to her, which she does. They talk about the future, their ambitions, their wants, family — all things they’ve talked about before, but now with a new underlying meaning. Less a simple sharing of information and more of a question, a request. Do you want this with me ?
Agatha talks about going back to school, Rio about diving headfirst and fully into Lilia’s business. They talk about babies, having babies, which leads to them talking about Nicky. They talk about where they’d live and Agatha doesn’t even want to hear it from Rio. Obviously they’d stay with Lilia if she allowed it. The city is amazing, has everything they need and the best schools and universities in the country. And if Lilia doesn’t mind the pitter-patter of tiny feet and an edgy teenager in her home, she certainly has the space for them. And between Agatha and Rio, they could maybe pay her rent with no issue.
When Agatha stops talking, finally, and takes in Rio, the older woman has her nostrils flared and her pupils wide like dinner plates. “ I’m so fucking in love with you .” Is all Agatha hears before long fingers dig into her hair and the softest lips on earth are pressed against hers, sucking all the oxygen from her lungs.
After an uncomfortable amount of time for everyone in the square that wasn’t them, Rio starts feeling herself growing and quickly parts from the kiss, panting. “If we keep going like that, we’re gonna have to go home or find a more… private place.” Agatha lets out a breathless oh , and looks at her watch as she clears her throat.
“Well if you’re getting hungry we can go to our next destination.” Rio beams at Agatha.
“I would love to.”
“Did- did you mean what you said?” After arriving at the Japanese restaurant Rio had mentioned she never had the chance to go and ordering food and drinks, they had fallen into a comfortable silence. Yet, as Rio watched her love, her girlfriend (!!!!) eat, she could barely believe this was truly (and finally) happening. Agatha looks back up at her with a slight frown.
“I’m a known yapper. What exactly are you talking about?” Agatha responds after swallowing.
“About living with me, building a family, a life.”
“Oh,” Agatha looks down at her plate, brows stitched together in thought. She takes a deep breath and looks up at Rio, serious. “Yes.”
“And you don’t think you’re too young to be thinking about all that or that you rather focus on your personal ambitions?”
“No. I’m nearly 30, not a child.” Agatha scoffs. “What is this, babe? Being with you, building a life with you is one of my many personal ambitions, Rio.” Rio swallows and bites the inside of her cheek, feeling her eyes getting teary, in an attempt not to cry. “Baby?” Agatha reaches across the table for Rio, who quickly reaches back, nodding. “You want those things too, right?” Rio continues to nod. She wets her lips as a single tear drops from her right eye.
“Yes. Of course I do. I just- I didn’t think-” Rio finally looks up to meet Agatha’s eyes. “You’re always talking about how I’m older than you and care too much about ‘adult things’. You constantly mock Wanda for making adult life decisions. I didn’t know if you’d want to do that … with me.”
“Oh, babygirl.” Agatha lifts the hand she’s holding, cradling it in both of hers, and kisses it tenderly with her eyes closed for the delicate moment.
“First, I always mock Wanda because she is my ex and as her best friend, that is my duty. Second, someone has to mock you for how perfect you are and no one does, so I must carry that heavy burden. Third, I’ve spent the better part of the last 2, 3 years day dreaming about a life with you and convincing myself that not only you didn’t want that, but also that I didn’t deserve it.” Rio lifts her free hand to join the one Agatha is holding between them, rubbing her thumbs across any patch of skin they can reach.
“After what we’ve experienced this month I noticed that not only do I really fucking want all of that, undoubtedly, but also that I don’t care if I deserve it or not.” Agatha feels tears dropping from her own eyes. “I want you and you want me. And the world will burn before anyone can stop us from doing what we want.”
“Even if it includes kidnapping Nicky.” Rio says with a wet smile and Agatha nods vehemently.
“Even if it includes kidnapping an orphan, yes.” They both chuckle, their eyes meeting in this moment like a wedding vow. Rio takes a deep breath and lifts a hand to dry Agatha’s tears.
“Well, now that we cleared up that we want to have kids and grow old together, we can leave the uhaul discussion for another day.” Agatha bursts out laughing, shaking her head.
“You’re impossible.”
Their dinner continues, light and fuzzy, but with this newfound certainty between them. The ground is firm, the bones are strong, the ship is sturdy — there is nothing to fear as long as they stand together.
After dinner, Rio was sure Agatha would call it a night, maybe have some drinks at home before… going to bed . But then she recognizes the street they’re taking a turn in. She sees the familiar black and hot pink entrance of Fenix, the neighborhood’s unofficial gay club.
Rio tuts, snapping her tongue twice and looks at Agatha, pressing it against the inside of her cheek with a smirk. She sees the shorter woman smirking right back at her. “Naughty, naughty.” Rio shakes her head slowly.
“What? Can’t I take my girl dancing? Maybe get her a bit drunk?” Rio laughs.
“Do you know how expensive this club is?” Her voice is high pitched in her disbelief. “Can you afford getting both of us drunk or are you gonna let me buy us some drinks?” Despite the light tone, Agatha can see the sincerity in Rio’s eyes.
“I’ve been saving money.” Agatha points out.
“To move out!” Rio retorts.
“I will check the prices and get back to you!” Rio scoffs.
“Fine.”
“Fine!”
After Agatha pays for their entrance they go straight to the bar. Agatha checks the prices and nods, looking very serious. Rio knows that expression, she has worn it at times, but has mostly seen it on the face of studs who either underestimated inflation or overestimated their salaries when taking her on a date. She reaches into her bag, grabs her credit card and with the gentleness only perfectionist clumsy people learn, she slides it into Agatha’s pocket without her noticing.
“So,” she turns to Rio, “you’re the big bread winner. You’re paying.” She says, pretending this isn’t completely destroying her pride.
“What do you mean, babyboy?” Rio says, wrapping one arm around Agatha’s back and placing her other hand splayed over Agatha’s belly. “You’re the big provider.” Rio kisses her cheek and drags her lips to her ear. “I just stay at home thinking about you all day and get ready to please my stud wife when she gets home.” She whispers against Agatha’s ear. Rio feels the skin warming against her lips and Agatha’s breath hitch. She imagines that if Agatha had a dick, it’d be slapping her on the face with the velocity of how turned on she got. “Check your pocket.” Rio says before gently kissing the base of Agatha’s ear and pulling away. Agatha is staring forward like her life depends on it. She reaches into her pocket, pulls out the card and pays for their drinks.
It doesn’t take long for them to be nicely buzzed and wrapped around each other on the dance floor. Rio loves watching how the colors of Agatha react under the strobing lights. She loves how their bodies move together, how she fits in Agatha’s hands so perfectly as they grab her and roam over her dress possessively. She loves watching the shot they just took hit Agatha’s brain a few seconds before the same happens to her. She loves watching Agatha pay for their drinks now that she seems to have forgotten the card is Rio’s. How they get distracted with each other and stop dancing just to exist in the intoxicated presence of one another. How Agatha presses her against a pillar, mouth roaming every exposed part of her chest.
She loves that when she needs to go to the bathroom Agatha immediately stops dancing. “I’ll go with you.”
“It’s all good baby.” Rio kisses Agatha quickly. “Keep dancing, I’ll just be a minute.” Agatha doesn’t seem too pleased, but nods.
Going to the bathroom at clubs is always an interesting experience for Rio. They’re either an extension of the club and its aesthetics, or it looks like you just stepped through a portal into a completely different establishment where you can barely hear the club across the door and walls.
Rio is walking back and spots her beautiful girlfriend dancing alone with her eyes closed, completely in her world. Rio has no control over the smile that takes over her face as she makes her way to Agatha. But like a beast sensing a predator nearby, Rio’s eyes snap away from Agatha to see a gorgeous (dirty) woman (skank) locking eyes on her boyfriend. The woman makes her way to Agatha and does what Rio had planned to do: she slides her hands greedily up Agatha’s waist as she steps between her legs.
Agatha smiles when she feels Rio’s hands on her, immediately leaning into her girlfriend, not caring to open her eyes.
“You’re so hot!” That is not Rio’s voice.
Agatha’s eyes snap open and she sees a woman that is definitely not her girlfriend. She takes a step back and opens her mouth to speak when there’s a blur of black hair and the woman gets shoved back.
“Back the fuck off bitch!” Rio meets the woman head on, every hair in her body standing on end.
“What the fuck-” The woman takes a second to understand what’s happening.
“Hands off, she’s mine!” Rio is practically growling at the woman.
The girl raises her hands, trying to play off innocence. “We were just dancing.” She says with a huffed laugh.
“Bitch, you think I’m stupid?! Think I’m fucking blind? You can have anyone you like. She is mine .” The girl scoffs, trying to play off like she isn’t nearly peeing herself because of Rio’s barking. Agatha is watching, mouth agape and she wonders if there’s a normal amount of horny to be in this situation.
“You know you can’t keep her on a leash, right? People are not property.” Agatha doesn’t know how, but she’s able to reach forward and pull Rio back by the hips just as the taller woman attempts to fly at the offending party.
“¡¿Eres estúpida, zorra desgraciada?! ¡Ella llegó conmigo y conmigo se va! ¡Cabrona! ¡No entiendes nada de propiedad! ¡Si la quiero con correa, la pongo en correa, pendeja! ¡Que solo piensas con el coño! ¡Cuando termine contigo vas a necesitar más plástica de lo que ya necesitas! ¡Perra inmunda! ¡Te voy a hacer comer mierda!” Rio screams as Agatha holds her back.
Agatha drags Rio away, who continues to curse at the woman until she's out of sight. Agatha is fighting for her life because that was insanely hot and she would’ve loved to see Rio absolutely shred that woman to pieces, but she also doesn’t want to get kicked or banned from the club.
“Hey baby,” Agatha calls out to Rio now that they are on the exact opposite side of the dance floor. She knows she asked Rio to murder anyone who hit on her, but she didn’t think it’d leave bedroom talk. Or better, she didn’t foresee the possible consequences of it. So now she has to calm down her girlfriend. “You don’t have to worry. I wasn’t gonna let anything happen.”
“I know,” Rio turns to Agatha, hair disheveled, chest rising and falling like the waves. “It’s just disrespectful to try to take what’s mine.”
And before Agatha has a second to think, Rio wraps her arms around Agatha’s head, planting the greediest kiss on Agatha that she’s ever gotten. Rio lifts her leg to wrap around Agatha’s hip, who promptly holds Rio’s thigh, her free hand groping her ass. Rio’s body undulates as she tries to grind as much as possible against Agatha. If Agatha was ever to be consumed, she imagines this is achingly close to what it’d be like.
Agatha was always good at marking territory and also of making sure everyone knew nobody owns her. She had no idea it’d feel so good to allow herself to be someone’s, to belong, to be held and wanted in the same breath that she wants who she holds, that someone belongs to her, that someone allows themself to simply be hers.
Agatha pulls away and Rio almost growls. “You’re so hot.” Agatha breaths against Rio’s lips. “You were such a good girl showing that drab who my best girl is.” She feels Rio smile and that’s all the approval she needs. “Why don’t we go home so I can reward you for being so good?”
Rio drags her lips along Agatha’s jaw and whispers against her ear, “get that fucking cab.” She grinds her hips on Agatha’s thigh again and this time the shorter woman feels how Rio is getting harder just from the request.
Agatha gets a cab in record time. Also manages to run to the bathroom in record time, which is impressive on the simultaneously sticky and slippery floor, and grabs a handful of free condoms before running back to Rio and taking her outside.
Their way back home is silent. They sit on opposite sides of the backseat, holding hands, afraid that if they were closer they’d lose control and get kicked from the car.
They kick their shoes off by the door, as mandated in this house, and try to silently run upstairs. As Agatha kisses Rio’s neck and the latter closes the door, she speaks up, “remember we can’t be loud. Lilia is right next door.” Agatha hums in understanding.
“I’ll do my best not to wake the madam while I rail the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” She sucks on Rio’s pulse as she lets out a low moan. Rio pulls Agatha’s sweater off, leaving her torso in just a plain white bralette as Agatha tugs at her dress.
“Cuffs first baby, or it gets stuck.” Agatha mumbles some frustrated nonsense and grabs one of Rio’s wrists. She sucks on her thumb, then her index, then her middle finger; undoing her buttons one by one with each finger she sucks. The sleeve is now loose and Agatha takes Rio’s other hand as the latter watches in a lustful daze.
Agatha stands upright and Rio is immediately on her pushing her pants and underwear down, as far as her arms allow her without breaking the kiss. She then starts tugging at Agatha’s bra while Agatha pulls her dress up. Grunting in frustration at all the barriers, they break apart to remove the remaining pieces of clothing on them, not caring where or how they land.
And that’s when time stops.
The world holds their breath as two lovers witness each other for the first time in the sanctity of their naked selves. Breathing heavily as they take each other in, Agatha and Rio meet in the middle, raising their hands for tender, exploring touches.
Agatha shamelessly stares at Rio’s erect cock. She had obviously been wanting to see all of Rio, but the only part of her body truly unfamiliar to Agatha was there, upright and throbbing for her . She felt the same satisfaction as when she noticed someone was wet for her, but this felt different and Agatha knows why. It’s Rio. She is making Rio feel good, wanted, and that makes it all even better than if it was anyone else.
Her overactive mind is short-circuited by Rio pulling her closer, mouth immediately on Agatha’s neck. Their bodies press together, chest to chest, Rio’s cock warm and hard against her pelvis. Agatha couldn’t help how she whined or pressed her crotch forward against it in the hope of getting some friction.
Rio’s kisses and bites traveled down Agatha until she had one of the woman’s nipples trapped in her mouth and Agatha’s fingers tangled in her hair. She moves and bites and sucks the swell of Agatha’s other breast before she continues her path down Agatha’s body.
Agatha is both relieved and disappointed that Rio is already past her boobs. Relieved because goddess, she needs to feel that mouth everywhere on her body, but especially her cunt, and disappointed because goddess, did it feel good to have her nipple inside Rio’s sweet, warm mouth. Rio drops to her knees, holding both of Agatha’s thighs firmly, and looks up at Agatha. She threads her fingers through Rio’s hair, pushing it back. Rio’s lashes flutter and then she swallows.
“Do you wanna stay like this or do you want me somewhere else?” Fuck . Of course Agatha wants Rio on her knees. That’s not something one sees every day. Agatha stares at Rio for a moment, trying to decide what she wants.
“You look so pretty on your knees for me,” Agatha’s voice comes raspier than usual and Rio’s excitement is nearly palpable, “you’re perfect just like that.” And then Agatha sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs wide for Rio, leaning back on her hands.
Rio’s mouth waters when she sees Agatha’s glistening, not too trimmed, bush. She immediately goes for one of Agatha’s thighs, kissing and nibbling her way to the woman’s core, extricating the most delicious gasps and low moans from Agatha. When Rio finally reaches her core, Agatha is twitching and bucking, one of her hands lifted to rest at the base of her neck, ready to muffle herself when needed.
Rio leans in, pushing one of Agatha's legs up to hook her arm under it, and lets a warm stream of air hit Agatha's wet pussy. Agatha grinds against nothing, biting her lower lip to stifle a moan. Rio looks up to find blue eyes on her like a meal anticipating being consumed.
“I'm gonna eat you up now, alright?” Rio asks, voice deep and just loud enough to be heard. Agatha nods enthusiastically, spreading her legs further and trying to edge closer to Rio without dropping off the bed to show how much she wants it.
Rio teases her no further, burying her face in Agatha's cunt, digging her tongue into her folds. She sucks and licks Agatha like a famished animal finding its first meal after a harsh winter. Rio pushes the tip of her tongue against Agatha's entrance, teasing it before pressing further.
Agatha brings her hand to her mouth and bites the meat between her thumb and index finger, letting herself moan now that she's muzzled. Rio slides her tongue up Agatha's cunt and sucks her clit into her mouth just as she pushes her middle finger into Agatha. She curls her finger in and out as she sucks her clit, rubbing it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Agatha lets go of her hand, trying to keep her moaning down. “Ba- baby, more.” And she muzzles herself again just as Rio slides another finger into her.
Rio curls her fingers in and out of Agatha, spreading them to open her more. The wet sound of her knuckles hitting Agatha's entrance with every thrust shoots currents of pleasure right down her spine, and the muffled moans that reach her ears make her ache. She presses a third finger to Agatha's entrance and looks up, waiting for an answer. Agatha nods, trying to sink into the third finger.
Agatha lets out a yelp as her ass slips off the bed and her hand flies to grab onto the mattress. Rio immediately pushes herself forward, trying to shoulder Agatha's thigh, supporting most of Agatha’s weight on her neck with her face buried in Agatha’s cunt.
“Oh my god.” Agatha starts laughing, palming her face after Rio helped her back onto the bed, managing to stay inside her without breaking her fingers. Rio laughs along with her, shaking her head.
“I got you baby. I was just waiting for your say so.” She kisses Agatha’s underbelly softly when the adrenaline cools off. “You didn’t even give me time to process you said yes.”
“I might've gotten carried away…” Agatha says, recovering from her laughter.
Just as she thinks she’s calming down, Agatha feels a pressure in her cunt and a third finger slips in. Agatha looks down to see Rio watching her as she starts pumping her fingers in and out of her cunt. Agatha's mouth falls open as her fingers dig into the mattress and she starts rolling her hips to meet Rio's thrust. Rio stretches her other hand over to reach Agatha's clit and starts massaging circles onto it.
“Fuck, baby~” Agatha's entire body undulates against Rio's hands.
“Remember to be quiet, love. You've been doing great.” Agatha pulls her lower lip into her mouth and bites down in hopes that it'll keep her quiet enough. “You like my fingers, don't you?” Rio asks, kissing Agatha's thighs.
“Mhmm~” Agatha nods and there's an edge of urgency to her movements, the slight tremble of her legs.
“What about like this?” Rio asks, spreading her finger inside Agatha, still pumping into her at a sore-inducing pace for her wrist. The moment Rio spreads her fingers, Agatha sees white. Her legs start shaking, her hips lose any sense of rhythm as she gushes out on Rio’s hand.
The only rational thing Agatha is able to do is slap her hand on to her mouth to tamp down the coarse moans spilling from her mouth. Rio fucks her through it, helping her ride out her orgasm as she whispers sweet nothings to her —
“Gods, I've never seen someone look so good cumming.”
“You taste so good babe. I could eat you for every meal.”
“Yea, baby, let go. Just like that. That's right. That’s my good boy, cumming for me so good.”
Some people paid for guided meditation; Agatha never understood the appeal. But being guided through her orgasm by Rio? Now that is something she’d sign up for. And in a way, she has.
Slowly, Agatha becomes empty and Rio’s lips travel up her body until she's cuddling Agatha in a tight embrace, smattering kisses on her still.
“You alright, baby?” Agatha nods, turning to wrap herself around Rio.
“Amazing doesn’t cover how good I feel.” She mumbles against Rio’s neck. Rio giggles, feeling ticklish with Agatha’s breath on her skin. Agatha looks up at Rio as the latter gently caresses up and down her back. “Should I return the favor?” She asks, eyes wide with attentiveness.
“Only if you want, my love.” Rio responds with a soft smile.
“It’s that I’ve never done that before and I don’t want to do it in a rush-”
“There’s no rush, love.”
“Oh, yes there is. I’m going insane here. I need you to dick me down asap or so help me god, Vidal.” Rio is taken aback for a split second and then purses her lips to contain her smile.
“Yes ma’am.”
“I love it when we’re on the same page.”
“Fuuck-” Rio groans, throwing her head back and half-heartedly rolling away from the hug in frustration. “We forgot to get condoms, baby.” Agatha smiles at Rio, smug.
“ You forgot to get condoms. I didn’t.”
“Oh mygod, my hero.”
“They’re in my pants. Go get them babygirl.” Agatha resituates herself on the bed, resting on the pillows, splaying her arms and legs out as she watches Rio’s perfect, biteable ass as the woman bends over to grab the grey pants on the floor. Rio reaches in and pulls out the condom packs. She turns to Agatha, bewildered.
“You do know I can’t cum 11 times in one night, right?” Agatha shrugs.
“To be fair, I don’t know anything about dicks other than the fact that they get hard and shoot cum out of the tip, and, as of last night, that they’re really good to rub up against.” Rio smirks at the last bit, getting a bit smug.
“Well, we had a lot to drink, so that does slow me down a bit.” Rio starts explaining, placing all but one pack on the bedside table. “On a good fully rested night I can go like 3 times before I start needing longer breaks. When I drink-”
“Babe. I don’t need a TED talk right now.” Rio blushes deeply as she gets on the bed. “Plus, you know I learn better by getting hands-on experience.” Agatha spreads her leg, planting her feet on the bed. Rio smirks and then drools at the sight. She scoots closer between Agatha’s thighs and sits back on her calves. Agatha sits up and watches as Rio unwraps the condom.
“Can I do it?” She asks, a lilt of wonder to her voice.
“Sure.” Rio says handing it over to her.
“I looked up how to do that.” That catches Rio by surprise — first because she didn’t think Agatha would actually try to learn about Rio’s body on her own. Second-
“You never used them on your straps?”
“Never cared about putting it on right or wrong, y'know?" There’s a slight frown on Agatha’s forehead as she focuses, pinching the tip of the condom and placing it on the tip of Rio’s cock. With her other hand she starts rolling it down with more resistance than she expected, so she looks up at Rio, who nods in turn. Agatha looks back to what she’s doing and finishes wrapping Rio’s cock. “All good?” Rio nods again, breathing heavily, eyes dark and barely restrained lust.
“Yea, babe. Little tight, but not enough to be a problem.” Before Agatha can have a thought, Rio is pulling her in for a kiss. It’s slow and tender and has so much love poured into it that Agatha nearly melts in Rio’s hand. When the pull to breath there’s a string of saliva connecting them; the midpoint thickens until it breaks.
“Rio…” It sounds like a prayer coming from her lips. Agatha lies back down, pulling Rio with her as if onto an altar.
“I got you baby.” Rio follows Agatha, shifting as needed. “I’ll take care of you.” She says as the length of her cock presses against Agatha’s folds, lubricating it. Rio holds Agatha’s face, looking deep in her eyes.
“I love you.” Another needy prayer from an Agatha who’s nearly groveling beneath Rio.
“I love you so much.” Rio speaks almost spelling out the words, as if she wanted every syllable and its meaning to weigh and be engraved into Agatha’s soul. “You’ll always be safe with me, Agatha.” Agatha swallows and nods, her grip tight on Rio.
The woman above her reaches down and lines up before pressing in slowly. Agatha’s mouth widens further the deeper Rio gets inside her. The fingering and cumming spread and prepared her to take Rio’s girth, but she didn’t know she could feel so full and stretched out. She also didn’t expect it to feel so fucking good. Rio kisses along Agatha’s jaw gently until she lets out a low moan when she bottoms out. Rio turns to look at her boyfriend.
“Agatha?” The blue eyed woman looks back at her with glazed over eyes.
Agatha starts slowly rolling her hips under Rio and another moan escapes her.
“Goddess~ I’m so fucking stupid.” Rio would be more confused if fucking Agatha didn’t feel so good and took over most of her brain capacity. “We could’ve been doing this for years.” Rio chuckles.
“Better late than never.” Agatha leans up and bites Rio’s ear, sliding her teeth until it snaps free.
“Be my good girl and show me what I’ve been missing.” Agatha moans against Rio’s ear and it’s like a switch was flipped. Rio, the woman, became Rio, the machine with the sole purpose of making Agatha not only cum, but cum hard.
As Rio rails her, Agatha starts losing the ability to monitor the volume of her voice. Her nails dig into Rio’s delicate but strong back, legs spread to bracket Rio’s wide hips, breasts jostling up and down at the rhythm of her girlfriend’s thrusts.
“Fi- finger. Your fingers, love.” Agatha struggles, but manages to ask.
Rio is not exactly sure what Agatha wants, but she bends one arm to brace her weight on her forearm and lifts her other hand, brushing her fingers against Agatha’s cheek. The pleading woman opens her mouth and turns her face the moment Rio’s fingers touch her skin. Agatha mouths Rio’s fingers, sucking in the skin and that’s when Rio gets it. She curls her fingers into Agatha’s mouth, who quickly seals her lips around them, letting her moans be muffled like the previous night.
“That’s right, love.” Rio whispers against Agatha’s cheek as she continues to fuck Agatha, hips rolling deep and hard, her cock rubbing persistently against Agatha’s g-spot. “You feel so fucking good, baby.” Rio can feel Agatha’s moans becoming louder as they reverberate around her fingers. She starts picking up the pace, her cock throbbing, hips struggling to stay in rhythm. Agatha clenches once around Rio, pulling a long moan from her throat. “Fuck, yea. That’s my good boy.”
Agatha’s teeth clamp down on Rio’s fingers painfully as her hips buck and legs tighten around Rio, pulling her in. Rio feels Agatha gushing against her pelvis and in the next thrust she’s losing any sense of reality as she comes undone inside Agatha.
They cling to each other, breathe each other, melt into arhythmic quake of pleasure.
Rio can’t help but wonder if this is what it feels like to witness the birth of the universe; to be there when vacuum and cold burst into warmth and opportunity. And like two stars colliding and melting onto one another, they drift until they find the right moment, the right place to settle and cool into the cycle.
Agatha wakes with Rio slipping under the blankets, back to Agatha’s side, where she belongs. She is quick to wrap herself around Rio, happy they’re both as naked as when they fell asleep, and nuzzle her neck. They stay like that for a long time, enjoying the silence, the presence…
“Good morning restless boy.” Rio’s voice is rough from disuse, but not groggy, giving away they’ve been up for much longer.
“I’m not restless.” Agatha mumbles.
“You’ve been constantly shifting and letting out huffs of air every few seconds like you’re waiting for something to happen.” Agatha feels her cheeks burn furiously and she props herself up on her arms to look down at Rio. She stares at Rio with an awful scowl, seemingly undecided on whether to speak her mind or not.
“What?!” Rio has the hint of an amused smile on her lips, she lifts her arms, crossing her wrists above her head to look more at Agatha’s mercy. That seems to be enough to remind Agatha that she’s not in danger here.
“Why is it not up?”
“What?” Rio repeats herself, but now genuinely confused.
Agatha yanks the blanket away, revealing both their naked bodies and then she looks at Rio’s flaccid cock, easily resting against her thigh.
“I thought I’d wake up and you’d have morning wood like last time.” Rio looks at Agatha’s pout and disappointed demeanor. A kid that found no presents under her christmas tree.
“Oh, babyboy. I did, but it goes away after a little while.” Agatha huffs and looks away from Rio. “What is it?” She lets her hand find Agatha’s hip and starts massaging circles into her flesh.
“I want to…” Agatha bites her lower lip, blushing again. “I wanna take my time with it. See how it works.” Rio’s eyebrows lift in surprise and her fingers stop, digging into Agatha’s hips. Agatha finally lifts her eyes to meet Rio’s. “You think you could be a good girl and stay still while I play with your cock?” Rio swallows dry.
“Um, yea. I-” She scratches her cheek. “I can do that. Can I sit up a bit, to get more comfortable?” Agatha nods.
“And you’re gonna answer any questions I have and you’re going to tell me how good you feel.” Rio continues to nod.
“ Absolutely. ” She says, propping herself and some pillows against the headboard. Agatha leans into Rio, holding her chin so they’re face to face.
“And if you cum in my mouth when I tell you to, you get to play with my pussy too.” Agatha kisses Rio just to bite her lower lip and pull at it until it snaps free. “Deal?”
“Best fucking deal.” Rio says breathlessly, without a second thought.
Agatha drapes herself over Rio’s underbelly, looking at Rio’s cock curiously. It’s the first time she’s seen it naked under daylight. Agatha has never in her life had one positive thing to say about dicks, so color her surprised when she grabbed Rio’s and found it to be so fucking pretty. It didn’t seem one bit out of place, matching her girlfriend perfectly, from shade to shape to femininity.
Agatha takes her time exploring, touching, caressing, kissing, licking, not just the entire length of Rio, but her balls as well. She takes mental notes on how Rio reacts to different touches in different areas and her chest swells with a warm sense of power as Rio grows and hardens in her grasp, against her lips. Agatha has a very strong gag reflex, but she puts it to the test just to see how much of Rio she can take. The rest of it Agatha works with her hand, stroking up and down to meet Agatha’s mouth.
After asking her questions and getting whimpering yesses or directions, Agatha decides she’s done playing with her food. She flips her unbrushed mane all to one side and positions herself so she can look directly at Rio, who is clearly fighting for her life, clinging to her blankets, hips twitching in her attempts to not thrust up into Agatha’s mouth.
“Ready to cum babygirl?” Rio nods, a deep frown on her brow, from need. “Good girl. I want it all in my mouth.” Agatha feels Rio twitch in her hands and knows she won’t have to work much harder to make girlfriend cum.
So Agatha gets to work again, taking as much of Rio as she can into her mouth, working the rest of her with her hand, gently palming her testes with the other. All while keeping direct eye contact with her. A few seconds in and Agatha learns very fast how to breathe with hot streams of cum shooting up her mouth, without coughing or her nostrils burning. Rio is letting out the most delicious moans, seemingly not caring about the volume restriction. Her taste is salty and heady and nothing like she expected from everything she heard. Rio tastes good , better than anyone Agatha’s ever tasted.
Fuck if they’re a stereotype or not, she wants this for forever and she wants forever to be now .
Once they’ve both calmed down from the ecstasy of the moment, Rio speaks up. “Did I do good?”
“Oh, you did so good , babygirl.” Agatha says, pecking deep kisses on her lips. “You wanna play more?” Rio nods eagerly and Agatha returns her a sly smile.
“FUCK FUCK FUCKFUCKFUCK~” Agatha has Rio pinned down on the bed and is riding her like it’s her god given duty.
She found out that after 7 am sound restrictions were lifted because Lilia wouldn’t be in her room anymore. Agatha was attempting to show Lilia that lifting sound restrictions at all was a mistake while Agatha’s still in the residence.
“Goddess, yes!” Agatha calls out as Rio takes her from behind. “Harder baby~” And Rio yanks Agatha’s hair back harshly, slamming her hips into her at a brutish pace.
Agatha has to take the bus back home at night and so far all they’ve done is put those condoms to use. Not that she’s complaining.
Rio is straddling one of Agatha’s legs while holding the other one stretched out against her chest. “You feel so fucking good, babyboy. I love your pussy so much.” Agatha is in heaven, hands scrambling to find something to hang on to as she’s dragged up and down. Rio nibbles her leg and fucks her so deliciously.
It’s almost like they’re making up for all the sex they haven’t had. She complains even less when she feels Rio’s cum warming her underbelly yet again, and in just a few hard thrusts, she joins her love in her mindless quivering.
Rio lies resting her head on Agatha’s chest, breathing deeply as they both take a pseudo nap, caressing each other languidly. Over half of the condoms Agatha got are now used and in the trash. Rio can’t help but feel blessed in this moment, in this life. She knows the pain Agatha has suffered, she knows the patience it took and still takes to help Agatha ease down the defenses she had to build. Rio knows her own pain and how she’s grown from it and the love she’s found along the way. She doesn’t know how long it’ll last, but she’ll cling to it for as long as it works.
Agatha finds a new form of intimacy she loves.
They shower together, brush their teeth, eat while reading a book each and while Agatha washes the dishes, Rio waters the inner garden. She’s drying her hands when she looks across the arches and sees Rio dropping food for the fish in the lake. Is this what it’d be like? To be lived with someone who loves her?
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Lilia’s voice comes from her left and Agatha startles back to reality. She turns to Lilia wide-eyed, but once her brain catches up to what was said, her face softens.
“She really is.” Agatha looks at Rio in the distance. “I know I talk big game about myself, but I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve someone so wonderful.” Lilia tilts her head, watching Agatha more carefully now.
“She has said wonderful things about you and I am a very good judge of character. So far, I’ve seen nothing that would tell me you’re gonna muck it up.” Agatha tries to smile at Lilia but it comes out sour.
“I break and corrupt everything I touch. Everything I love turns bad.” Agatha says sincerely, but there’s a deep pain in her words. She watches Rio walking over to them, flower dress swaying with her movements. “I hope you’re right, though. I hope I don’t muck it up.” Lilia doesn’t attempt to respond, absorbing the young woman’s words.
“Lils!” Rio calls when she’s close, skipping over the last few meters to throw her arms around Lilia’s shoulders. She plants a loving kiss on the old woman’s cheek and stays there, wrapped around her, running her fingers through thick curls. “I’m making dinner early today cus I gotta take that hot boy over there to the station later.” She talks looking down at Lilia, standing in her embrace, talking close to her as they tend to do some times.
Agatha watches bewildered. There’s an acrid spring of jealousy in her gut. A needy animal clawing at her entrails, growling ‘ mine ’, but as they talk the beast is soothed by the sight before her. The pure love and endearment emanating from them. Intimacy she never allowed herself to have with anyone, not even her lovers.
It makes something coil inside her.
What she could’ve had if she wasn’t taught her love was sacrilege, if affection didn’t cost her sanity, her dignity, if to be loved she hadn’t been stripped of everything that composed her being. The needy animal in her is jealous again, but no longer claiming what’s theirs, but sulking in the back, wishing it’d be claimed instead.
“Right, babe?” Rio’s voice pulls her back out into the world and Agatha blinks at her.
“What?”
“You don’t mind if Lilia eats with us right?” Rio starts pulling away from Lilia, a slight frown on her brown as she observes Agatha’s demeanor.
“Of course not.” Agatha responds right away. “I’ll go pack so I don’t have to do it in a rush later.”
“I’ll go with you.” Agatha shakes her head.
“No need, love.” Agatha kisses her cheek. “Don’t wanna keep you from Ms. Claderu.”
Agatha walks away and when she’s about halfway across the bridge over the manmade pond, a hand wraps around her wrist, stopping her. Agatha stops and looks back to see a concerned Rio.
“Babe, is everything alright?”
“Yea, why?” Rio opens her mouth to say something, but then licks her lips.
“I’m just making sure. You know you can tell me anything, right? I’ll do anything for you.” Agatha’s eyes soften and she steps into Rio’s space, cupping the taller woman’s cheek with her free hand.
“I know, baby. I’m alright, I promise.” Agatha leans up to kiss her softly. “I’ll be right back, okay?” Rio nods and finally loosens her hold on Agatha’s wrist.
Rio watches Agatha walk away for a few seconds before turning and returning to Lilia. The Sicilian woman welcomes her back with a questioning raised eyebrow and Rio sighs.
“She’ll talk when she’s ready.”
“That’s fair.” She loops her arm on Rio’s and takes her to walk out on the back garden. “She said something to me that has me curious.” Lilia nudges, carefully.
“Meddling already, madam Calderu?” Rio feigns shock, clutching her imaginary pearls.
“If it’s for the benefit of those I love, absolutely .” Lilia says with poise and Rio grins in turn. “Did she have a good childhood? Was she loved?”
Oof , leave to Lilia to read anyone to filth.
“She has a very bad mother.” Rio says, wanting to give Lilia every ounce of detail she can about Evanora so they could put a curse on her or something like it, but refraining from doing so for Agatha’s sake. “Nothing she ever did was enough and when she found out Agatha is gay, she pulled all financial support. Agatha had to drop out from college and would’ve been homeless if it weren’t for Wanda.”
“The pretty Romani girl you do makeup with?”
“Yup.” Rio nods. Lilia nods in thought.
“That’s good to know.” She says mostly to herself. “I know you know this, but she needs to be reassured of that love because she doesn’t believe she’s worthy of it.” Rio nods to show she is aware of it. “Just like you need to be shown devotion so you know you’re not being used.”
Rio shrugs, “we all have our quirks.” Lilia chuckles and looks at Rio, taking in the woman she’s become.
When they first met, Rio had barely started her transition, so in a way Lilia had watched her literally transform into the woman she now loves so dearly. She remembers the mess that Rio was, the messed and bitten nails, the screaming matches she had over the phone with one or another of her younger siblings.
She remembers her heart aching when she heard Rio sobbing herself to sleep yet again and when she went to her room, Rio wasn’t there. She found the woman smoking on the patio, watching the moonlight reflect off the pool’s surface. Without a word, Lilia made both of them a cup of calming tea, set it before her and sat by Rio in silence.
She doesn’t remember for how long, but eventually Rio let herself cry again. One day she let herself be held and eventually, she was brave enough to ask Lilia for it.
Lilia had grown accustomed to solitude and, in her old age, convinced herself she preferred it. Now she wonders if she’ll live to see the house full again; brimming with energy and seeping with love like it once had. If she’ll be lucky enough to see Rio harvesting all the love she has sown.
“So, tell me about your family, Agatha.” Lilia prompts over dinner. Agatha shrugs, dismissively.
“Not much to tell.” Playing hard to get… alright.
“Siblings? Parents? Still in contact?”
Rio can nearly feel Agatha wanting to lash out at Lilia, so she discreetly slides a hand over Agatha’s thigh and caresses circles on it with her thumb. Agatha takes a deep breath, her guard coming down or at the very least taking the hint to not act like a rabid dog.
“Only child. Sometimes I think that it would’ve been better if I had someone else with me, but I wouldn’t wish Evanora upon anyone, much less a child.”
“Evanora is…?” Lilia guards her thoughts very elegantly, not wanting to scare off Agatha’s momentary willingness to talk.
“My mother. As for a father, I never knew him. My mother told me he died “in the war”,” Agatha does air quotes with her fingers, “but I heard some gossip from ladies from church saying that wasn’t the case. He’s just a deadbeat asshole. Maybe he was decent and that’s why he left, no one decent deserves being around my mom.” This time Lilia doesn’t hide her frown.
“No decent person would leave a child behind, especially not with someone they find to be vile.”
Agatha stares back at her, fork halfway to her mouth, unsure how to react to the sincerity in Lilia’s voice. The way they treat her, the way they speak, if Agatha didn’t know better she’d think Lilia and Rio were related.
“And you said you’re thinking about going back to school?” Agatha blinks away the whiplash from topic change and takes a bite of the food.
“Uh, yes. I would like to. I’m starting to earn good money as a content creator, but I’m not sure that’s sustainable for me. But maybe I can start a go-fund-me to finish college.” Lilia chews as she listens.
“Well, just know that if you ever need any help, I will always have a hand ready to help you. You are very dear to Rio and always welcome in my home. Rio’s family is my family.” Agatha feels her heart nearly breaking her ribs when Lilia calls Agatha Rio’s family.
“Except when they’re trying to indoctrinate you into a cult.” Rio pitches in.
“Well, I’m not incapable of discerning judgement.” Lilia retorts.
“Thank the gods for that .”
“Was that Désirer?” Agatha asks, remembering Rio complaining about one of her younger siblings.
“No, I’d never give that messy bitch my address. It was the youngest, Luna. She’s… a little off and sometimes gets herself in situations, like cults.”
“I thought Désirer was involved with cults too.” Agatha tilts her head.
“Yea, but they start the cults or take over existing ones. They’re never a follower.” Agatha hums, finding the information interesting. And just as she thinks she has escaped vulnerability, Lilia speaks up again.
“Cults and delirium aside, I did mean what I said.” The older woman says reaching out and squeezing Agatha’s hand before retreating. “We and this place will always be here if you need it.”
Agatha smiles at Lilia like she’s trying really hard to believe her. Really wishing for those words to sink so deep into her bones that believing them becomes part of her marrow.
“You’ll tell me when you get home right?” Rio asks, wringing her hands.
“Babe, I’ll be texting you the entire time and if I’m not too tired, I’ll call you when I get home.” Agatha is nearly laughing with how cute Rio looks all worried. She pulls Rio in for a kiss, cradling her face as the taller woman holds her waist.
“I love you.” Rio says against Agatha’s lips.
“And I you,” Agatha whispers back. “I gotta go. Gonna miss the bus.” Rio gives her another short kiss before Agatha walks away.
“Text me!” She calls out and Agatha looks back at her as she walks away, smiling as she shakes her head.
“I promise, you weirdo!”
When Rio arrives back home, she sees Lilia up on the inner library balcony and jogs up the stairs to join her. Lilia smiles when she sees Rio and waves her over.
“Was your girlfriend safely delivered?”
“Yes, she’s already on her way home.” Lilia hums in acknowledgement as Rio sits next to her.
“Rio,” Lilia purses her lip for a moment before continuing, “there’s a very important matter I must discuss with you.” Lilia starts as Rio nods, giving her full attention. “I want you to officially become my partner. No more of this employee bullshit.” Rio stiffens so quickly, Lilia fears she cracked something. “You’ve been with me for 8 years next week, Rio. There’s no one I trust or love more than you. And I want us to be equals in this business.”
Rio stares at Lilia, she half expected to be given a timeline to move out (as irrational as that thought might be). “I- what?”
Lilia takes both of Rio’s hands in hers, leaning closer. “You already act as my partner, you might as well have the right job title and income.”
Lilia doesn’t think she should tell Rio that she sees the way she looks at Agatha and that she will need a better income in her future if it all goes the way her intuition suggests.
“Honey, you’re taking two courses just for this job and you have a natural talent for this. Also, you keep on pretending to not get job offers just to stay with me at the flower shop. Don’t think I haven’t seen them.” Rio blushes aggressively, squeezing Lilia’s hands.
“I- thank you, Lilia. I never wanted to presume. I just- you mean everything to me and I thought the least I could do to give back after everything you’ve done for me, was to help you.”
Lilia smiles, her eyes glimmering with love for her friend. She nods, knowing that the true blow is yet to come.
“There is something else.” Lilia says very seriously and Rio’s nose scrunches up as she frowns, focusing even more on Lilia. “I’ve spoken to my lawyer and I have officially changed my will.”
Rio wonders if the stone beneath her bare fit has gone soft and she’s sinking into it.
“Everything that is mine, the manor, the cars, the boat, the businesses, anything that is or could ever be mine, will be passed down to you in the eventuality of death.”
Rio feels like someone just slapped both of her ears at the same time and her entire body teeters.
“What?” She chokes out.
“I have also projected a plan with my lawyer that in the eventuality of me becoming unsound of mind or incapable of speaking for myself, all of my belongings and assets will be passed over to you. I don’t want you dealing with more bureaucracy than necessary while also dealing with whatever state that I am in.”
Rio only notices she’s crying when she feels water sliding down her cleavage. “Dude wha- are you fucking dying?” Rio sobs out.
“What?!” Lilia nearly laughs. “No, caru. I’m old and taking the necessary precautions before it’s too late for that. I want to make sure my family is taken care of once I’m gone.”
Rio lets out another wave of sobs, clinging to Lilia’s hands like it’s her lifeline. “Are you fucking adopting me, dude?!”
Lilia will never get over Rio reverting to calling her ‘ dude ’ when she doesn’t know how to process her feelings. Regardless, she does take Rio’s words to heart, always.
“In a way, yes. I don’t think I can actually adopt someone in their 30’s, but in every way that matters, yes I am.”
Rio melts off of her chair and onto her knees. She wraps her arms around Lilia’s waist, sobbing onto her lap as Lilia scratches her scalp and rubs soothing circles onto her back until she gets all of her sobs out.
Once she’s breathing calmly enough again, Rio looks up, letting Lilia dry her cheeks. “You promise me you’re not sick?”
“I do, caru. I’m healthy as can be.”
“Okay…” Rio opens her mouth to speak, but Lilia beats her to it.
“I will keep you informed if that changes. I promise.”
“Can I be buried with you?”
“Yes. You think I wouldn’t know that’s important to you, my little mortician?” Lilia feigns disappointment before returning to her tender smile.
“You, and whomever becomes your family, belong in the Calderu plot and that has all been made so abundantly clear that even relatives with my last name wouldn’t be able to dispute you in any of it.”
Rio breaks the embrace to reach up and cradle Lila’s face in her hands. “You’re going to be my best friend even when you die.” Rio looks deep into Lilia’s eyes. “I’ll still have tea with you every night on the patio.”
Lilia leans down and kisses Rio’s forehead. “I’d be offended if you didn’t, caru me.”
Devotion can be a gesture, shown in a phrase or a look. It’s the smallest acts that build up to overwhelming affection. And sometimes it’s someone gently grabbing your hands and, without you asking, thinking or desiring it, placing everything they are in your palms and saying,
“Now this is yours.”
Rio texts Agatha much less than she was expecting Rio to. Apparently Lilia had broken out some intense news that she’s still processing while they share a wine bottle instead of their usual tea kettle.
Agatha is walking out of the bathroom, drying her hair when Wanda walks out of her room looking a bit in disarray.
“Oh, thank god you’re back.” She rushes to Agatha.
“Yea, been back for a little bit.” Wanda nods, seemingly not hearing one word Agatha just said.
“Remember what we talked about- future plans that we estimated would take at least another year?”
Agatha stops everything she’s doing to look at Wanda cautiously, “…yes.”
“Well, it’s gonna happen this month.”
“ What ?” Agatha drops her hands, “what the fuck do you mean?”
“I’m pregnant and we need to move out.”
Agatha hopes there’s a chair behind her as her knees buckle.
Notes:
- I wrote the movie scene before that clip was posted and the exhileration I felt was unmatched.
- Translation of that scene: "Are you stupid, ungrateful skank?! She came with me and is leaving with me! Bitch! You understand nothing about property! If I want her on a leash, I'll have her on a leash, idiot! You only think with your pussy! Dirty slut! Gonna make you eat shit!"You can find me on twitter or bluesky . I answer anyone and NGLs on both <3
Chapter 7
Summary:
Important conversations, reminiscing on the past and taking a leap of faith.
Notes:
Stupid ass ex-president just got condemned to nearly 3 decades in prison, so I HAD to finish the chapter to celebrate <3
Chapter Text
Just as Agatha’s knees buckle Pietro appears next to her. He braces her full weight with his body like he has done many times before to make sure she wouldn’t hurt himself.
“Woa there-” Pietro props Agatha up, checking if she can hold her weight or not. “It’s not yours.” He says with a jaunty lilt to his voice as he helps her settle on of their wobbly chairs.
“Well, that’s a relief. I haven’t fucked her in ears.” Agatha mumbles and Wanda groans, pinching the bridge of her nose. Vision places a soft hand on Wanda’s lower back, holding back an amused smile.
“Technically, Pietro is the father.” Vision points out and delights in the simultaneous reactions thrown at him.
“WHAT?!” Agatha is immediately staggered out of her stupor.
“Dude! Why did you have to make it disgusting?!” Pietro shivers.
“Vision! Now you’re making it weird!” Wanda turns to him horrified.
Vision stands there, smiling proudly at the momentary chaos he brought.
“Well, it’s true.” He turns to Agatha and she can see that he’s about to explain it to her. Usually she complains, but this time she actually wants to know what the fuck they’re up to. “We’re using my eggs and Pietro was generous enough to be the donor. Being not only Wanda’s sibling, but her twin, it’s the closest we could get to having a biological kid that is completely ours.” He ends looking at Wanda with a sweet smile and she looking at him with sparkling eyes. When they first started dating, Agatha found it sickening. After she met Rio… well, things changed.
Agatha looks at him, then at Wanda, jaw hanging slightly. “And it’s… in there?” She asks, pointing at Wanda’s belly, who nods with a coy smile. Agatha’s eyes start glistening. “How does it feel?” Her voice starts to break when she sees Wanda is also teared-eyed.
“Oh,” Wanda wipes a tear just as it falls, “the doctor says that for the next couple of weeks it’s all placebo, but I think I’m already getting more sickness.” Agatha laughs, wiping her eyes before any tears dare drop.
“Well,” she starts getting up on shaky legs, “congrats, babe!” She opens her arms and Wanda throws herself in them, tightly embracing her friend. After Agatha is satisfied with the amount of vulnerability she’s displayed, she pulls back and Wanda catches the hint to the same. “Well, you can’t have a baby here in the twilight zone.”
“Precisely,” Vision agrees with a curt nod.
“We’re gonna start house hunting for kid-friendly places and, well…” Wanda bites her lower lip for a second. “We need to know if you’re coming with or not.”
“Right. Of course. Is Pi-” Agatha turns to Pietro. “Are you going with them?”
“Uhhh,” Pietro scratches the back of his head. “Well, if I don’t move with them, I’d like to find a place nearby, y’know?” Agatha nods. She expects no less from the codependent twins.
“Can I have some time to think- figure things out?”
“Of course, darling.” Vision says with that earnest care she doesn’t despise anymore.
“Yes, of course Ags. It’s just important we don’t take too long because our lease is up by the end of the month.”
“Yea, of course.” She nods with a tight smile and goes to her room.
It’s here. The day arrived and she can’t even say sooner than she expected. Years ago, when she moved in with the twins, Agatha promised herself that she would not be with them once Wanda and Vision started that stage of their life. But now the day has come and she still doesn’t have a job that pays all her necessities and rent without her struggling. She could if Pietro moved with her, but there’s no way in heaven or hell that Piewtro would abandon Wanda, even though it wouldn’t be abandonment, but try telling that to the codependent refugee twins. Agatha also can’t ask Rio to move in with her — they just talked about not u-hauling.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
Rio is standing behind the counter in the flowershop. She has her sketchbook open, pencil pressed to it and a sketch that started and then derailed as her hand stopped. She’s staring blankly at a tile across the floor, flashes of the previous night running through her mind. Rio has a pretty big family, but she and her older brother learned to fend for themselves and their 5 younger siblings pretty quickly. Their parents could barely rub two pennies together and the stress grew so much that when the youngest was still a toddler, they separated. Safe to say the neglect only grew after that. After everything Lilia has done for her, she couldn’t be more family to Rio than she is. But to have her choose Rio so explicitly and, quite fairly, unconditionally ruined something inside Rio, like soil that needs to be dug and turned for a new seed to take root.
“Earth to Rio!” Two sharply manicured fingers snap in front of her eyes, startling Rio out of her daze. Her eyes find Hela staring at her with a deeply judgemental look. “C’mon, I don’t have all day to day drink and talk shit.” Rio doesn’t make her friend wait, grinning as she rounds the counter and hooks her arm on Hela’s.
They both order beer at a corner bar nearby and Rio doesn’t wait to spill. Hela loved listening to Rio despite her constant unimpressed face. Like Lilia, she did not mince her words, unlike Lilia she genuinely did not care if her words hurt Rio, if she thought them necessary she would say them. Rio respects her for that and despite the occasional hurt, was always thankful for her friends genuine care and attention to her wellbeing.
“And have you told her about Nicky?” Hela asks with that deep tone she always took when deeply involved in the discussed topic. Rio has been looking into adopting Nicky, what documents she’ll need, the people she’ll need to talk to, any possible issues they might have since they live practically on opposite sides of the country. She was ready to take on the responsibility of raising him without Agatha, but now…
“Not exactly…” Rio plays with the rim of her cup. “We talked about adopting him one day, but we decided we should try not to u-haul, so-”
“Ha!”
“-so, I thought better to leave that particular conversation for another day.”
“Oh, very savvy, babygirl.” Hela coos, mockingly. “Stall the conversation about you already being pregnant with a 7 year old.”
“He’s 13!”
“That’s even worse! You have a whole ass teenage in your belly and you haven’t even told her.” Rio huffs through her nose and Hela stares at her, daring her to fight.
Rio lets out a long exhale, “you’re right.” Hela makes a face and gesture Rio knows to mean ‘as usual’. Lil’ shit. She takes another sip of her beer. When to tell her, though? Because this is not an over the phone conversation.
What they both need is a distraction, even if momentary, to stave off the anxiety as they gather the courage to talk about such sensitive topics. Looking for a distraction, however, is not hard for either of them. The moment either of them open social media, they have to face dozens if not hundreds of notifications.
There’s a picture of them at the bus station, right in the way of everyone, holding each other. There’s people rounding and circumventing them, most of them looking clearly annoyed at the pair clinging to each other like they’re the main characters of the world. From another angle there’s a video zooming in to them smiling, noses bumping, foreheads pressed together, to the sound of “What the fuck? Is this allowed? Whatthefuck? Is that allowed? – – – Stop.” (the vine).
There’s another picture of them rolling around social media, Agatha feeding Rio a piece of sashimi at the restaurant with the caption “am I eating in the same restaurant as Covenant of Power royalty????” Comments, reposts and quotes with all sorts of reactions, from gifs, keysmashes, people thirsting to “wait so they fr fr hitched?” or “👀 looks romantic but I see no ring”.
Agatha almost replies to that one.
Just you wait, bitch. I’ll put a ring on it.
There’s a video of the square they sat at as the sun set. Rio is nearly on Agatha’s lap as they make out and cling to each other tighter than tension cables. The camera pans to other people at the square, it zooms in on a blonde woman staring at them and then looking away like she just saw god, then a pair sitting only a couple of feet from them fighting for their lives pretending to not notice them, then it quickly pans back to them just as Rio trying to pull Agatha on top of her. The video cuts to the front facing camera to show a young person blushing brightly, lips pursed as they try not to smile and whisper, “damn.” before ending the video. The caption reads, “guess they REALLY forget there’s other people around when they kiss”.
The next three videos are from the one account and they’re at the club. First a video zooming in on Rio and Agatha taking shots, captioned “@withckiller and @LadyDeath is that u?”. Next video is very blurry, you can see, in between people dancing, what seems to be Agatha dragging Rio away and among the various sounds and music Rio’s voice claims its presence yelling, “-ño — tu madre! La — — — te vo— —ar!” The video ends in another blur of motion. The third one is awful quality, only 5 seconds long, but despite the blur (if you watch with attention and enough times) you can see Rio absolutely devouring Agatha, and Agatha holding on like she’s praying for mercy from her goddess. “Calm down grl, no1’s taking her from u” is the top liked comment in that video.
Rio liked every single one of them that showed up in her feed or had her tagged.
Agatha did not.
She did save all of them.
In the coven’s server they only had the first and second pictures posted, everything else was off limits because of Nicky and Billy. They both argued they could find it if they looked for it, to which the adults argued that yea they could and that’d be their choice. Once Alice explained they weren’t not sharing to be mean, but because it’s just not for them, and although it was all in public, none of it was recorded with their consent, that was more than enough for the boys to back off.
On Tuesday, Agatha finally finds the strength to text Rio.
Ags💜✨: Hi baby
Rio🖤🤤: heeeey mi vida
Ags💜✨: Think you could come over this week?
Rio🖤🤤: For you?
Rio🖤🤤: Absolutely
Ags💜✨: I wanna talk about some stuff
Ags💜✨: but I’d rather you here
Rio waits, watching Agatha’s text bubble pup up and down.
Ags💜✨: it’s sensitive stuff and I don’t think I can get through it without you here to comfort me
Rio🖤🤤: ow my sweet baby
Rio🖤🤤: let me see how soon i can get there
An hour goes by of Agatha looking at all the speculations and comments about her and Rio, when Rio texts her again.
Rio🖤🤤: is Thursday morning ok or do you need me earlier?
Ags💜✨: that’s perfect baby 💜
Agatha knows Rio will say nothing, but overthink everything she can, so she reassures her it’s nothing bad.
Ags💜✨: it just makes me feel really vulnerable
Ags💜✨: and might get my brain all trigger happy
Ags💜✨: like. If you want we can totes talk on call
Rio🖤🤤: Cariño it’s okay
Ags💜✨: I just. Feel safer with you near
Rio🖤🤤: I love you so much.
Rio🖤🤤: I’ll hold you through it if you need me to
Does that make Rio not worry? No. But it does reassure her that Agatha isn’t going to pivot about their relationship after just one weekend.
Knowing her girlfriend is coming over, Agatha steals some condoms from Pietro, just in case…
There’s a soft series of knocks against her door that Agatha immediately recognizes.
“C’mon in, red.” Agatha calls out from her bed where she’s reading. The door opens gently and Wanda slips in, closing it just as softly.
“Hey~” She croons with that annoyingly charming smile. Agatha taps the bed for Wanda to join her. “I thought we should talk just us.”
“Wanda…” Agatha drawls, “after all these years, and you’re still not over me?”
Wanda snorts and slap her shoulder as she settles next to her friend, “shut the fuck up.” She breathes and incredulous laugh. “I know you already had plans. And expectations about where you’d be in your life when this happened…” Wanda places her hand on the bed, palm up as a silent offering for Agatha, knowing she wouldn’t take it if expressly volunteered. “But I imagine with Rio in the picture that changes your perspective, if not your plans.”
Agatha presses her lips into a thin line. She marks her book, closes it and puts it aside. “Yea… I…” Agatha takes a deep breath. “I…” She clears her throat and takes Wanda’s hand abruptly, as if she were ripping a bandaid. “I thought I’d have more time. I spent so long pretending- stalling. Not giving her openings. And now that we’re finally doing it…” Wanda starts rubbing circles on the back of Agatha’s hand with her thumb, hoping to ease her friend. “I really love her, Wands…”
“Oh, Azzy…” Wanda squeezes her hand, turning more towards her. “And she loves you.”
“I don’t wanna ruin things with her like I did for us.” Agatha turns her face toward her friend, leaning her head against the headboard. “I don’t wanna ruin things because I rushed into anything.”
“To be fair, you weren’t the only one who ruined our relationship.” Wanda reminds her.
“I cheated on you, babe.”
“Yea, well- that was solely you. But before that I did my own share of damage.” Agatha snorts. “And you’ll only be rushing if she doesn’t want to go fast, because if she does, Ags, you’re not rushing, you’re matching pace. And honestly, knowing Riri, she’s already thinking of going faster than you are.” That gets a full laugh from Agatha.
“It honestly fascinates me how she can be so patient, but also can jump 5 steps ahead in a second out of excitement.”
“I’d try to give you dating an autistic tips since I married one, but Viz and Riri are two completely different brands of tism.” Agatha chuckles.
“So true. Though Rio’s is better. Ow!” She rubs where Wanda pinched her.
~~~
They had met in college, freshman year.
Agatha would drag Wanda up and down the city, showing her around everything, which meant doing the same with Pietro. At the time it felt like they were conjoined twins with how they didn’t seem to be able to be physically in different spaces. Agatha always wondered how they handled having different classes. They weren’t the only friends Agatha made — people love her but she isn’t too fond of people, which meant lots of acquaintances and just a handful of friends. Wanda was the best of them, easily followed by Jennifer. How either of them ever forgave her enough to be her friend again is beyond Agatha, but she is silently grateful for it.
Sometimes she remembers sitting in the cafeteria with them, perfectly aiming a tiny paper ball into a napping Pietro’s ear. He woke up with such a startle that Alice spat her water all over the table, and Wanda laughed so hard her soda came out of her nose.
Not too long after that, Agatha had Wanda pressed against a wall at a random person’s house party, kissing up her neck until she begged to be taken home. They were inseparable and Agatha made a point of fucking Wanda in every unsurveilled corner on campus — not easy because that meant getting rid of Pietro for long enough to do that.
Heaven lasted only as long as Agatha didn’t feel leashed. The moment Wanda started weighing in her boundaries and expectations, the fights began. Didn’t take long for Wanda to find a heavily inebriated Agatha knuckle deep inside an equally drunk Jennifer at their dorm.
After that Wanda and Agatha didn’t stay much in contact, especially because she started dating Jennifer just to make a point — awful move, Agatha would later realize.
But then the call came.
Someone from her town had seen her out with Jen and sent her mother a rather compromising picture of their night out together. For Evanora it was a double whammy, because not only was her only failure of a daughter with a woman, but a black one at that — she nearly had a heart attack, which she was happy to yell at Agatha before telling her that she has cut all funding and will no longer be aiding her financially in anything, including college tuition (only thing she helped with).
Of course, Evanora only waited until the last night before she’d be forced out of her dorm to tell her that, since the date night had been weeks prior. By midnight Agatha had all of her things packed and bagged.
All her roommates seething and desperate they couldn’t help. Jennifer swallowed her pride and only had to say, “call her.” for Agatha to know she had to swallow hers too.
It was 3 am when Wanda let Agatha load her stuff into the trunk of her car without saying a word.
It was 5 am when Agatha was pretending to sleep on the twins’ couch, shivering, and felt a warm blanket being draped over her before familiar lips found her temple.
“You’re not alone, Azzy.”
Agatha sobbed herself to sleep that night.
~~~
“I want all of these things with her that I know she wants too, maybe for even longer than me. And I can’t wait to do them all with her, but… what if I’m not built for it? What if I’m too broken to be good?”
“Azzy, you were never too broken to be good. You can be difficult, but you’re not bad.” Wanda wets her lips. “You’ve changed so much since we met- we both have. I’m sure whatever hardship comes your way, you’re more than capable to overcome.”
“I’m gonna tell her about the moving thing… Ever since she came to visit, I can’t stop thinking what’d be like to have her with me everyday and then spending a full weekend with her… how easily our routines seem to fit…” Agatha takes a deep breath. “I’m just really afraid she’ll say no. Like what if-”
“Hey!” Wanda snaps her attention. “No, that’ll never happen to you again, okay? You are not alone, Agatha.” Like a lever was pulled inside her, Agatha’s eyes flood and tears start streaming down her face. “Oh, goddammit.” Wanda mumbles as her own eyes start to overflow.
“I won’t say this again, but I’ll miss having your little red hurricane ass storming through the place.” Agatha says through her tears.
“I’ll miss you so much!” Wanda sobs out, throwing herself at Agatha to trap her in a hug. “You’re the only one who knows how to make proper coffee too.”
“That’s so fucking dumb. I just put water and the coffee powder in the machine.” Agatha starts reeling her tears in with calming breaths.
“It just tastes better when you do it.” Wanda says, pulling back and holds Agatha’s face to dry her tears.
“Y’know, if I move in with Rio it’ll be really good cus…” She clears her throat. “Well, her city is bigger, has really good schools and resources, like both college level, but also for kids-”
“Are you trying to convince me to move into the same city so we’re still close to each other?” Wanda asks, a smile growing on her lips.
Agatha exhales an exasperated scoff, “well I’m not asking you to. I’m just saying. That, logistically. And taking in consideration the future of your child. Rio’s city is the best option. Like-” Wanda rolls her eyes and pulls Agatha back into her arms, ignoring her excuses.
“I love you too, you big soft loser dyke.” Agatha grumbles, trying to fight it but when Wanda’s warmth envelops her a smile takes over her tear stained face and she hugs her friend back just as tightly.
Thursday morning, just as promised, Rio is knocking on their door, but, unlike last time, Agatha has the grace not to rush Rio to her room. Actually, she calls everyone to let them know Rio arrived. Hell, she even encourages Rio to take her time talking to everyone. Rio loves her friends, but she knows Agatha and knows the signs of when her girlfriend is stalling — this was it.
“So… we have big news!” Wanda is nearly vibrating out of her skin, shaking Vision’s hand that she’s holding. “We’re pregnant!”
Squeals.
Screams.
They’re all jumping and grabbing each other in excitement. Rio couldn’t be happier for them, kissing congratulations on both of Wanda’s and Vision’s cheeks. Vision actually hugs her tightly, near tears again.
“I really couldn’t be happier for you guys. That happened way faster than you guys expected, didn’t it?” Rio asks, feeling raw about the news, but trying her best not to cry. Everyone is clearly emotional in this house… what a week.
“Yea, it did. Someone seems to be in a hurry to get it here.” Vision says and then adds, “hopefully not too much of a hurry.” Clearly already thinking about unlikely problems they could have starting 6 months from now.
“Did you guys go to a donor bank?” And then Rio turns to Vision, “or did you manage to find a relative that would donate?”
“Actually…” Vision starts.
“I’m the donor.” Pietro cuts in.
“What?” Rio’s eyes immediately well up. “It’s like Wanda got Vision pregnant in her own belly.” She says through tears, pulling Pietro into another hug. Wanda and Agatha exchange a ‘WTF???’ look as Pietro just accepts it and Vision starts tearing up.
“See! She would get my joke!” He says, trying to blink his tears away and instead just sheds them.
“You’re gonna be the best uncle in the world!” She says, still clinging to Pietro like a koala.
“I’m gonna be the fucking coolest! And you are gonna be the best fucking aunt~”
“I’m standing literally right here.” Agatha says, befuddled.
“Gods,” Rio starts pulling back, wiping her tears carefully, “you guys are gonna mess up my make up. I’m supposed to look good for my boyfriend.”
Her response from the Maximoffs is instantaneous.
“Your makeup is not smudged.” Vision frowns in confusion.
“You always look beautiful, Riri~” Pietro sniffs, rubbing his eyes.
“GURL! Don’t even start!” Wanda looks like she might slap Rio. “I know you pay good money for waterproof cosmetics!”
Rio wip her hair back with one hand then the other, pouting smugly. “A girl deserves a lil’ drama, okay?” Which summons a loud snort from Agatha.
Despite being anxious about the conversation, watching Rio loving and being so loved by the Maximoffs did calm Agatha down. It brings her deep comfort that the person she wants to have a family with is so clearly already part of her family.
So clearly loved by them.
Finally, Rio is in Agatha’s room. There was only so much time Agatha was willing to share Rio before she started feeling murderous.
Before Agatha says anything, Rio is sifting through her wardrobe. She huffs with impatience. “Where are your sweatpants and band shirts?!” Agatha watches as her girlfriend turns to her with the cutest, angriest pout in the entire universe and she nearly squeals in delight.
“You didn’t bring clothes?” She asks calmly, trying not to sound delighted.
“No!” Rio whines and her leg jerks like she stopped herself from stomping and Agatha quirks an eyebrow, amused. “Wanna be comfy in your clothes. I’ve missed you.” Goddess, she is so gonna marry this woman.
“Ow baby~” Agatha immediately goes to Rio, pulling her into an embrace to kiss her softly.
Slowly.
Like time is a concept they can put on pause. She pulls back and holds Rio’s face in her hands.
“Let me get them for you, my love.” Rio’s face burns up at the pet name and she quietly nods, moving so Agatha can reach the wardrobe.
Agatha gets her burgundy sweatpants and an old Led Zeppelin t-shirt. Rio changes right there, not bothering to hide at all, glad to exercise their newfound intimacy. And Agatha shamelessly watches and has a great idea: if they spend the day fucking, then they won’t have to talk about emotional and possibly hurtful things.
Everyone will be happy.
Just as Rio finishes pulling the shirt over her bare chest, Agatha is on her. She pulls Rio by the hips, crashing their mouths together in a fiery, deep kiss. Despite the surprise, Rio is quick to return it, draping her arms over Agatha’s shoulders. Her lips start trailing down Rio’s neck as she starts back Rio into her bed. She gasps when Agatha backs her enough that she drops back on it, and watches with a gaping mouth as Agatha crawls over her, looking famished for more.
But Rio slides back, sitting up.
“Didn’t you need to talk, mi reina?” Agatha sits back on her calves, her body deflates into a slouch as she pouts.
“But babyy~” She whines, frowning deeply. “I want kisses!” She demands like a husky throwing a tantrum. Rio chuckles and backs up against the headboard, spreading her legs.
“You can sit here if you want.” She says tapping the spot between her legs. “That way I can hold you whenever you need me to.” Agatha could cry. How the fuck did she manage to get the kindest person in the world to fall for her?
Agatha chews the inside of her cheek, already feeling a knot in her chest asking her to cry at mere thought of exposing her feelings, and crawls over, tucking her legs under herself. “I need you to be patient with me. And don’t laugh or get mad. Just listen to me, okay?”
“Yea. Can I talk if I feel the need or should I wait until you’re done?”
“I don’t know.” She admits, embarrassed and Rio hums in thought.
“That’s okay… How about this: I’ll only talk if I really feel like I should, and if you need me to wait, you say so. Deal?” Agatha nods and takes both of Rio’s hands in her, immediately looking down at them.
They stay quiet like that for at least 2 minutes.
Breathing.
Agatha trying to figure out how to start and Rio patiently waiting for her girlfriend to find her words.
“I…” love you. “I know you have been patient. And that we have talked about our future together and we agreed to not rush into anything…” Agatha watches as Rio’s eyes widen just the slightest bit, as they do when she’s trying to school her expressions. “But there’s a lot happening that will change a lot of things for me. And… um…” she clears her throat, “are changing my perspective about a few things.” Agatha continues to fidget with Rio’s fingers, squeezing a bit harder.
“Mhmm,” Rio hums in understanding, hoping to incentivize her to continue.
“Wanda’s having a baby.”
“So I’ve heard.”
“And we’ll have to move out. Our lease ends in a month and this building is very much not child safe.” Rio nods along. This is only her second time in the apartment, but she’s heard enough stories from everyone in this household to know it would be at the very least physically toxic for a baby to be here. “I thought I’d have more time. Wanda did too, these IVF treatments don’t always take so fast. I don’t want to be there- to see it all happen. I’m happy for Wanda, but I don’t want to be in the house as she builds her family and I…” She lets out a big breath and Rio squeezes her hands gently. Agatha bites her lower lip and a single tear falls down her cheek. “I can’t pay this apartment by myself, maybe with Pietro we could do it, but the twins don’t understand the meaning of independence. So, I’ve been trying to figure out- I’ve looked for places in your city-”
“Move in with me.” Agatha looks up, startled. “I know we said we’d try to stave off the u-haul for longer, but who cares? Move in with me.” Rio says in earnest.
“But what if you feel like you need alone time, what if having me right next to you doesn’t pan out to be all that you thought?”
“First, that’s an insane thought- I adore your constant presence. Second, have you seen the size of that house? You can literally take one of the downstairs guest rooms and not cross paths with me for at least a week. You can have your own room. Hell, there’s enough space in the backyard that we could build you an outhouse if you wanted. I don’t care if I have to fuck up my manicure and do it myself. But if you want to be near me and don’t have anywhere to go, then why not stay in the place that I live in and that has more than enough space for you?”
Agatha stares wide eyed, tearing up instantly. Within seconds Agatha is hunching over herself, sobbing like an abandoned child.
“Oh, baby boy~” Rio coos at her and pulls her closer. Agatha automatically slips her legs over Rio’s thighs and buries her face against her chest, hands clinging to her ribs as she continues to sob. Rio holds her tight, gently caressing her back with her thumbs.
“That’s alright. That’s it, cariño. Let it all out. You’re safe. You’re with me. I’m right here and I’m not leaving. You’re alright. You’re not alone, Ags. Everything is fine. I love you so much. I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve done. I feel so lucky that you want me close- That I can watch you grow from the best seat in the house.”
Rio continues to speak against Agatha’s hair, hoping to soothe her. When Agatha stops crying, Rio lets her have a moment in silence, until she eventually moves, rubbing her face between Rio’s breasts to dry her face.
“I knew you’d say yes. I- I was just so scared of not having a home. When I didn’t even have to fight for it, it kinda- I don’t know, it brought up a lot of feelings.”
“I understand. It’s okay baby. But you don’t have to worry, okay? As far as I’m concerned you won’t ever have to fight to have a home or food or love, ever again.” Agatha pulls back just enough to look up at Rio without breaking their embrace.
“So… I can really move in?” Rio nods.
“I can get the pickup the day after and help you pack up the least essentials. We can make the move slowly then we don’t have to pay anything more than gas. And setting up your room won’t be overwhelming once you do fully move in.” Rio proposes.
“Ok… ok,” Agatha nods a few times, eyes flicking between Rio’s and she takes at least some of the new information in. “I love you.”
“I love you too, guapo.” Rio says with a sweet smile.
“I want you to put a baby in me.”
“I- you- what?”
“Not right now. Probably not in the next few months. But I was thinking about Wanda and her kid. I thought about what it’d be like to be with them, in their house, as Wanda’s belly grows and then the sleepless nights of a crying baby and then toddler phase…” Agatha lets out a long breath and Rio barely breathes at all, still frozen in the stupor of someone who’s trying to carefully listen as they actively discover something new about themselves. “And I realized that I detest the idea of being there because… I want that for myself- with you.” She stops, holding Rio’s gaze carefully, watching for any reaction.
“You… um… you wanna be a dad?” Agatha snorts and nods.
“Yea, I do.” Rio swallows, licks her lips and blinks away what seem to be incoming tears.
“An- and you want me to be the mom?” Agatha nods enthusiastically. “Just so I get this 100% clear.” Rio clears her throat. “You want me to cum inside you with no protection, until we get pregnant?”
“Yes. And you can keep on doing that even after.” Agatha feels a familiar twitch between Rio’s legs where their hips meet. She looks down, raises an eyebrow and looks back up at Rio, smug. “Well, someone likes my idea.”
“Someone definitely does and that someone is me.” Rio leans in and kisses Agatha slowly, deeply. It’s not hungry or needy, but full of emotion and promise. “I’m never letting you go. Whatever we do, we go through it together.” Rio whispers against Agatha’s lips.
“You’re mine forever.” Agatha whispers in return.
“We do have to use condoms until we decide it’s time to try. Cus I know you haven’t taken a single contraceptive pill in your entire life.” Rio points out.
“Very true.” Agatha says with a chuckle. “We should go to that club and get more free ones.”
“You do know that paying for both of us to get in costs more than buying a full package of condoms right?”
“Yea, but then there isn’t the possibility of watching you murder a stupid girl for flirting with.” Rio gasps in disbelief.
“You wouldn’t dare make it happen on purpose!” Agatha gives her a cheeky shrug. Goddess knows she’d be willing to if it meant Rio getting extra possessive and fucking her against a wall after.
“So what about Lilia that got you so quiet these last few days?”
“Oh…” Rio’s cheeks turn even darker, “I… well, long story short, within the month I’ll be co-owner of the Calderu Manor Flowershop-”
“Oh my god, baby!” Agatha grabs Rio’s face and pecks her lips repeatedly. “I’m so proud of you! You’re gonna do amazing. I mean, you already are, but now-”
“Lilia adopted me.” She blurts out.
“What?” Agatha stares, dumbfounded. Her hold on Rio’s face falters. Rio grabs both of Agatha’s hands and holds them between hers against her chest.
“Not officially. But she’s made me her heir… Everything she has she wants it to be mine one day and…” Rio bites her lower lip, squeezing Agatha’s hands for a second, “whoever’s becomes my family.” Agatha’s eyes widen at the implications. “So, you really don’t have to worry, ok? I got you. You won’t be left wanting. And I know it isn’t easy to get used to it, so I’ll always be here to remind you.”
Agatha blinks up at her, staring.
It’s too much.
This woman is too much. Makes her feel too much, want too much. She needs to shut the fuck up.
Agatha launches herself at Rio, smashing their lips together. Rio yelps in surprise and Agatha takes advantage of that to shove her tongue in Rio’s mouth, groaning as she pushes her back. Rio slowly falls back on Agatha’s pillows and Agatha shifts to slide her legs between Rio’s, spreading them to keep Rio’s propped against her thighs.
“Agatha…” Rio breathes out and Agatha can’t tell if it’s a plea, a prayer or a demand, but it doesn’t matter because she moans again when Agatha takes her mouth again.
Agatha presses Rio onto the bed, one hand slipping under the oversized shirt to grope her breast greedily, teasing her nipple, as her other hand slides under Rio’s sweatpants, palm sliding down her length, fingers curling around her shaft. Agatha unlatches her mouth from Rio’s and looks at Rio with hooded eyes.
“I need to fuck you right now.” Rio doesn’t say anything, she just moans as Agatha starts stroking her. “Fuck-” Agatha curses under her breath. Unlike last time she gave her a handjob, there’s no saliva or pre-cum on Rio’s cock to ease her movements.
Agatha leans back on her knees, looking down at Rio. She takes in her boyfriend — hair messed, pupils blown, jaw clenched like she’s about to go through with a life changing decision. And Rio looking up at her, she revels in the sight of her girlfriend — hair much more of a mess, lips parted as her breath shutters, cheeks flushed, utterly wrecked and Agatha has barely started.
“Pants off, pretty girl.” Agatha says, pulling her own down and kicking it off the bed. She looks back at Rio and she’s in the same position as before, shirt lifted to show her breasts, pants gone and legs spread and bent, showing off her half-hard cock and flushed balls as she waits for Agatha to return. “Fuck…” Agatha moves back to Rio. “Such a good girl. Showing yourself off…” She grabs one of Rio’s breasts as her other hand goes to the back of Rio’s thigh, holding it up. She stretches over to the bedside table, pulls the drawer open and grabs a condom. She sets it aside on the bed and slides her hand between her own legs.
“Holy shit.” Rio whimpers when she sees Agatha’s fingers sliding between her slit and into her tight hole. “Agatha, please-”
“Shhh, baby. It’s okay.” Agatha’s voice is barely controlled as her wetness coats her fingers and drips on her hand. She moves her hand and Rio watches, as if hypnotized, how it glistens and then wraps around her cock and starts working it. Rio’s head drops back onto the pillow and her eyes roll back as she thrusts up against Agatha’s hand. “That’s right babygirl. Just fuck into my hand.”
Agatha loves this more than anything in the world — the power she has over her girlfriend. Rio has her life together, knows who she is, finds it in herself to be kind and loving despite everything she’s been through, is patient with Agatha no matter what she does; she’s probably the most put together person Agatha knows, only competition in that department would be Vision and maybe Jennifer. And yet, Agatha could make Rio crumble into nothing with just a touch or a few words.
After that way too raw display of vulnerability, Agatha needs to remind herself of the power that she has. She needs Rio, the confident and put together woman, to turn into a puddle under her.
Rio’s fingers curl into the sheets as she slowly thrusts into Agatha’s hand as her boyfriend jerks her off, and Agatha wants to bite into the vein popping on her neck, rip it off her flesh and keep it for herself.
“You love it- having your cock coated with my slick, using my hand to get yourself off, feel your pre-cum mixing with mine.” Rio is nodding vigorously as she bends her neck to watch Agatha. “You love the anticipation… not knowing if I’m gonna fuck you with my pussy before or after you cum… maybe I won’t use my pussy at all today.”
Rio whimpers, legs spreading further as she thrust up with a bit more vigor. “No~ Agatha, please.”
“What is it, babygirl?”
“Please fuck me with your pussy.” Agatha hums and tightens her hold on Rio’s cock just the slightest bit.
It hasn’t even been a week and she’s already addicted.
Agatha feels oh, so smug about it.
“And why would I do that?” Rio looks like she might cry, or throw a tantrum, or both.
“Because your pussy is good. You feel so good baby. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Hear that? Not Hela, not any of her siblings, not even Lilia. Me. I’m the best thing she’s ever had.
“Oh yea, love?” Agatha coos in a condescending tone, rubbing the pad of her thumb over the slit of her cock. “Tell me how,” she says, lifting herself, pushing Rio’s legs further against her own body, still holding her cock, “and maybe I’ll let you come inside.”
Agatha lines herself up in a way that every time Rio thrusts the head of her cock splits Agatha’s labia and teases her entrance, but doesn’t push in.
“Santa coño de la bendita verga-” Rio curses under her breath.
What the fuck got into her boyfriend? Why won’t she let her have her cookie? Did Rio do something bad?
Doesn’t matter. Agatha told her how to fix it.
“We’ve only been together like a week and you’re already the best boyfriend in the world. The best I’ve ever had.” Rio watches as Agatha’s lips part with heavy breaths and her eyelids drop as blue eyes stay on brown, unwavering. “I’ve literally never been inside someone that felt so good and you- verga- you are so hot and beautiful and handsome. Kinda kills me that you’re still wearing a shirt.”
“Huh.” Agatha curls an eyebrow and lets go of Rio’s cock to plant her hand on her underbelly and push Rio down on the bed. “Stay.” Agatha commands and Rio doesn’t dare move a muscle, praying her cock visibly throbbing won’t count.
Agatha slowly hooks her fingers on the hem of her shirt and just as slowly pulls up and off. Now bare from her head to her toes. She looks down at Rio and sees her eyes roaming Agatha’s body with reverence, which doesn’t stop her from also drooling.
“You’re so perfect, aren’t you?” Agatha grabs Rio’s cock firmly, who lets out a loud moan, entire body jerking with Agataha’s tight grip.
“Coño de tu madre Agata- me vas a matar.” Agatha chuckles darkly and starts stroking Rio again, settling just like she had before.
“Are you gonna stop fucking my hand?” Rio shakes her head vigorously and starts thrusting into Agatha’s hand again. “Good girl… that’s right.”
Goddess, Agatha might cum just from Rio’s whimpering. It’s so clingy and gluttonous, she’s obsessed with it.
“My girl is so needy, isn’t she?” Rio nods. “What are you so needy for, baby?”
“Yo-you. I need you. Please, Agatha. Fuck me with your cunt. I need it s-so bad.”
“Such a good girl~” Agatha drawls with a smirk and starts shifting, her voice heavy and afflicted with need. Her hand drops to the base of Rio’s cock and bends it slightly forward as she lowers herself so her cunt is pressed against her shaft. “Keep going. That’s right baby.”
Agatha can see it in her eyes, Rio won’t last much longer, no matter how hard she tries.
“Is this…” she takes a shuddered breath, “the pussy you want to bury your thick cock in?”
“Yes. Yes, please. Agatha.” Agatha clicks her tongue, unsure the gentle chide is heard through her own panting.
“How naughty. No condom and so close to cumming and you wanna bury yourself deep in my cunt? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re trying to get me pregnant.” And that was the final straw.
Rio lets out a high pitched, long moan as she shoots ropes of cum into the air. Agatha looks down exhilarated and moves Rio’s cock to place the head against her clit. She lets Rio’s cum spurt against it, white hot against her throbbing clit then slipping down her slit to drip from her cunt. Agatha moans at the sensation of it all and feels herself releasing a small gush of a small orgasm.
She watches Rio ride it out, delighted with every moment of it. This was good enough to make Agatha feel in control again, but Rio deserved a cookie after being so good.
Before Rio can understand that she’s done cumming, or that the sight of her own cum running down Agatha’s cunt was enough to keep her hard through it all, Agatha is already wrapping her cock with a condom and sinking onto it.
“Holy-”
“That’s my good girl~” Agatha keeps Rio’s legs spread as she rolls her hips against Rio’s, pushing Rio’s legs up against her torso. “Staying nice and open so your boyfriend can fuck your pretty cock with his pussy.”
Rio barely registers any word with the feeling of Agatha’s cunt tight around her cock so soon after she came.
“Harder, baby. Fffff-fuck me harder,” is the only thing Rio’s brain is able to produce vocally other than moans. Agatha smirks.
“As you wish.” And starts driving her cunt onto Rio’s cock harder and faster.
Rio nearly starts drooling as she lets her body be jostled up and down the bed.
“Fuck. F-fuck, Rio.” Agatha moans out, she feels pleasure coiling tight in her underbelly. Her legs tighten around Rio’s hips in hope to keep them from trembling. “Rio~ You’re so deep.”
Agatha whines as her want to be held and cared for, in the way she trusts only Rio to do, starts chipping at her need for control.
Rio moans and calls her name in turn, unabashedly needy, shamelessly reverent.
Agatha drops forward, hands on the mattress framing Rio with her legs are propped against Agatha’s shoulders. Agatha’s eyes shut tight as her legs start trembling, walls tightening around Rio, who grabs Agatha’s ass to help her movements.
Agatha drops on Rio’s chest, releasing her legs.
“P-please, Rio. Please. Fuck me baby. Don’t stop t- till you cum. Plea-” Agatha is still shaking as Rio brings her legs down and bumps her hips to flip them over, slipping her legs between Agatha’s already spread ones.
Agatha feels her back hitting the mattress in a daze. Rio’s body weighs on her, arms wrapping around her, body enveloping hers possessively, Rio’s soft lips brush her ear.
“I got you, mi reina,” she croaks as her cock sinks deep into Agatha’s throbbing cunt and Agatha feels herself burst.
She doesn’t know if she’s moaning or not as she clings to Rio’s back and sinks blunt nails into her skin. She tries to remind Rio not to stop fucking her, but she doesn’t know if she can speak at all. Either way, Rio is still ramming into her and Agatha couldn’t be more grateful.
When she notices Rio’s still whispering the sweetest things in her ear as she fucks her, there’s something tight in her chest begging for release.
Agatha wraps her legs around Rio’s waist, locking her ankles together. Her mouth is dry with how long it’s been open as she moans and then her brain finally registers something, “I love you so much, mi reina. I can’t wait to have you every day of my life,” and she feels her face grow wet as she clenches down on Rio, cumming again.
Rio’s panting hitches, her hips stutter and she’s barely able to move as she cums with how hard Agatha’s cunt is holding her.
“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou-” Agatha hears herself muttering in a broken rhythm.
Rio starts kissing her face, kissing her tears.
“I love you so much, Agatha. I’m never letting you go.”
As they both come down, Agatha finds herself silent and no longer crying, but still tightly clinging to Rio and she’s relieved that Rio is still holding her just as tightly.
Agatha unhooks her ankles but keeps her legs bracketing Rio’s hips. She moves her hands and brings them to Rio’s face, cupping both her cheeks. Agatha looks deep into her eyes in silence. Brown eyes so deep, so sweet — they’ve been looking at her with the warmth of a hundred suns for years now, they’ve been watching her with the attention only love gives and now that attention is given with Rio’s entire body.
Agatha pulls her down to bridge the distance between them with the sweetest of kisses, a slow promise of something that burns so much hotter. She breaks the kiss and licks her lips, still tasting Rio on them.
Still watching her, Rio takes a deep breath and it’s like it filled Agatha’s lungs with courage, or delusion, or something.
“I don’t want to wait more than we have to for anything. I’ve kept us from us for long enough.”
Evanora always called her a greedy, hungry bitch — wondered how she could eat so much without growing fat. A fiendish thing with a black hole in place of her stomach and soul.
Yet, in this moment, lying warm, loved and wanted in Rio’s arms, Agatha is hungry, she is greedy and goddess, she hopes to be all consuming.
“I want it all.”
The sweetness and softness of Rio’s eyes does not change, if anything it grows warmer.
“I’ll give you everything.”
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