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"These fucking wrenches suck."

Agatha shoves the little metal allen wrench across the floor and it glides away from her before colliding with the wall across from her.

Rio folds the instructions in half, tossing them down on the pile of cardboard and styrofoam, watching as Agatha huffs to herself and grabs the other piece of the dark brown shelf she was building.

It's easier said than done when it comes to assembling IKEA furniture. Alice had jokingly recommended it as a relationship test, to see how Rio and Agatha would mesh. She also recommended the two play Mario Kart, but the thought of Agatha playing a video game again after everything was so far beyond Rio's realm of comprehension she didn't even give it much thought.

It was getting late, the sun was setting slowly painting the sky with vibrant pinks and purples. Rio's lower back was aching from being sat on the hardwood floor for so long, determined to be with Agatha throughout the building process. To help mitigate the frustration, she explained at first.

Agatha taps the little wooden nub into the hole of the shelf, aligning that with the holes on the other side, and leans down with her full body weight to fit them together.

The particle board fizzles and pops from the force, straining from it until Agatha moves off of it and brushes off her hands.

They only needed to add the individual shelves but the frame alone was finally assembled.

"Next time you want something," Agatha wipes her nose on the back of her hand while pointing at the partially constructed shelf, "I'll get wood from the hardware store and build it with saws and shit in the shed. Particle board is useless. Glorified saw dust and glue holding it together, it'll never last."

Rio smiles warmly at her fiancée, "My little craftsman."

Agatha told her eyes and nods at her mockingly before crouching down to grab one of the shelf pieces.

"I'll build you a fucking mansion before I build you an IKEA shelf again."

Her heart skips a beat, knowing full well Agatha absolutely would build her whatever she asked her to. Agatha was just good with her hands, able to create something with the right amount of determination and free will.

She watches as she plucks a screw from the ground, threading it through the wider hole, and fits it into the shelf.

Agatha places a flat, short cap of a screw into the hole and pats around on the floor for her screwdriver. Not being where she previously put it, she frowns.

"Where the fuck did it go?" she grunts, eyebrows furrowed as she looks around in her general area, "Come on, man. This is horse shit!"

Her frustration was at an all-time high. She knew she had been working on the shelf for too long and it was driving her crazy from feeling incompetent for not quickly building a stupid shelf from a stupid store.

Rio catches how Agatha's jaw clenches, the way the veins in her hands are thick, the way she strains her throat and the tendons jut out as she tries to crack her neck.

She swallows down her stifling need, wanting those calloused hands on her body instead of fitting the shelf together.

"Why don't we take a break?" she asks innocently, leaning on her knees toward Agatha. "Get back to it tomorrow bright-eyed and bushy tailed."

Agatha gives Rio a glance, chuckling through an exhale. "If I'm still building this tomorrow, I'm throwing it in a fucking dumpster."

Rio sweeps her hand across the floor, moving the trash out of her way to crawl towards Agatha. The thin strap of her tank top threatened to fall off her shoulder, revealing part of her bare chest underneath.

Agatha takes in the intoxicating sight of Rio on her hands and knees, the tight shirt somehow looking even tighter with her nipples pebbled and visible underneath it. She lets out a quiet, low whistle.

"You just can't help yourself can you?"

She drops the shelf, having it land in the frame with a jarring smack of painted wood against painted wood. Her hand reaches out, wrapping around Rio's wrist, and pulls her forward.

Rio collides with Agatha's body, a pleased smirk on her face. The hand at her wrist moves up her arm, fingers casually twirling a thick strand of her hair that hangs from her shoulder, then yanks her head down with a hard movement.

She yelps in shock, now having a fistful of her hair in Agatha's fist. "Can you blame me?"

Agatha sneers, "Slut."

She palms at Rio's breast through her shirt, rolling a hard nipple between her fingers before slapping the underside of her tit entirely and switching to do the same to the other.

Rio whines pathetically, mouth agape. Forced to stare at Agatha as she slaps her other tit.

Agatha moves in closer, her face in front of Rio's as she gives a smile. A threat of sorts, from the way her smile is too many teeth and doesn't reach her eyes.

"How long have we been working on this?"

She yanks at Rio's hair, forcing her head back. Rio grunts, eyes wide as she tries to kickstart her train of thought while Agatha stares at her expectantly.

"Uh," Rio begins, throat bobbing to swallow the lump of anxiety forming, "Three and a half hours?"

Agatha shrugs, giving a nod in agreement.

"How about we round up to four," her gaze moves between Rio's mouth and her eyes as she speaks, "I'm going to make you cum four times before I get back to building your stupid fucking shelf."

She kisses her, hot and rough. Teeth to Rio's lips, tongue probing in and claiming her while she struggles to meet the passion from just how much Agatha gives her. The hand in Rio's hair tugs her back again, forcing the kiss to break with a whine.

Agatha pouts mockingly, "Poor baby, look at you."

She points at her, swirling a circle in the air to her swollen and reddened lips. She releases Rio's hair with a final pull, hands gripping at the hem of her shirt to hoist the fabric up and past Rio's chest.

Rio tumbles backwards, hands held behind her back to keep her upright while her knees bend with her bare feet flat against the floor. Agatha slides between her legs, pinning Rio's waist down with her torso, and latches onto one of her nipples with a harsh suck.

Agatha lathers her tongue across the nipple, teeth digging into the surrounding flesh before she tilts her head back from to let it pop out of her mouth abruptly. She pinches the nipple, squeezing it until Rio's face pinches together in a wince.

"Too rough?"

Rio breathes steadily, shaking her head. Agatha sucks air through her teeth, hand palming at her breast before slapping it as she had before.

"Good."

Rio grinds into Agatha's abdomen with the smack, gasping at the muted contact to her swollen clit. Agatha's tongue pokes into her bottom lip with a noise of acknowledgement, now groping at Rio's other breast to give it a similar treatment.

She repeats her movements, pinching at the other nipple until Rio winces once more, then slaps her chest. Rio bucks again, grinding hard into Agatha's body and letting out a frustrated groan.

"You know," Rio finds herself speaking, eyes twinkling with mischief as Agatha lifts her chin up to meet her, "I think you're trying to fuck me into submission to prove a point. It's not working."

Agatha's eyes narrow into slits. "Oh?"

Rio nods.

Agatha grabs her by the waist, lifting herself up on her knees, and tugs down Rio's shorts. She barks a cold laugh, nodding with a raised eyebrow at Rio's lack of underwear. Rio shrugs in faux innocence, spreading her legs wider than they previously were.

"It'll be a miracle if you can walk after I'm done," Agatha warns, running her hands up Rio's calves toward her knee, "I think I've been too nice with you lately and you forgot how mean I can be."

She slaps Rio's bare thigh, her own fingertips stinging from the blow. A raised, red hand print forms immediately where she struck.

Rio clenches her jaw but still smiles, looking down at Agatha between her legs. She bucks her hips up into the air, taunting her.

It was rare for Rio to slip into this level of brattiness, having pressed all of Agatha's buttons from top to bottom until she makes her fiancée snap entirely. She knew exactly what to say and when to say it, which drove Agatha insane.

Agatha doesn't respond, instead wrapping her arms underneath Rio's thighs and pulling her up to meet her face. Rio's neck bends, toes barely able to touch the floor from the angle Agatha has her in.

She buries her face into Rio's cunt without warning. Her nose brushes against her sensitive clit, tongue slipping into her core while balancing it on her lower lip to work her jaw into each lick. Her hands stay flat against Rio's lower back, making sure to keep her steady as she devours her.

"Sweet fuck," Rio chokes out, fingers spread out to try and tangle into Agatha's hair but falling just short, "I might-."

Agatha drags her tongue from Rio's hole up to her clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into her mouth eliciting a screech from the woman she was actively torturing. Rio's cheeks puff out with each breath, one eye pinching shut.

It was too much too fast, her brain disconnected from her train of thought ages ago. All she can feel is Agatha's warmth.

She is thrown into her orgasm too quickly, taking a sharp inhale and managing to choke on the drool pooling in her mouth. Agatha doesn't stop to check on her, instead she slides her tongue back inside of her and begins to fuck her through it.

"W-wait!"

Rio can barely keep up with her, feeling one orgasm begin to bleed into another while she's held captive against Agatha's mouth. She cries out with a pained scream, squeezing her thighs into either side of Agatha's head, rotating her hips to the side on bodily instinct.

Agatha hums with laughter, sending vibrations through her tongue and into Rio's cunt. She guides her back to lay flatter on her hands, slurping at Rio's overflowing juices.

Rio wiggles her legs from Agatha's head and wraps them around her torso, digging her heels into her spine to try and get her to relent one way or another.

When Agatha retracts her tongue, her face moving back ever so slightly from Rio's mess, she grins.

"Two more."

She spits onto her clit, adding to the slick already there. She shrugs Rio's legs from her body and drops her back to the floor. As Rio's backside smacks into the floor, Agatha's hand is at her clit.

Rio whines, brows pulled together as she turns her head from side to side. "Hold on, let me breathe."

Agatha presses the pad of her thumb to Rio's clit, keeping it still for a beat to give her just that. One merciful moment to breathe.

She watches Rio's chest expand slowly and deflate once before she begins to rub her thumb in a tight circle over the slick nub.

"Aggie, wait!" she begs, her knees falling to the floor on either side of Agatha's body. Her eyes roll into her head while she blinks to keep them on Agatha. "Another second, I just need-."

Agatha's thumb slips off Rio's clit, jutting up into her labia with a gasp of surprise. The second merciful moment comes and goes before Rio can appreciate it.

Now Agatha adds to fingers to her clit, pressing down with one to force it to the side where she presses down with the other. Back and forth, like a little game while Rio squeals and twitches beneath her.

"You might be too wet, baby," Agatha holds her two fingers against her and begins to rub up and down, smearing the abundant arousal into her folds, "Can you even feel what I'm doing to you?"

Rio's head swims with incomplete thoughts, her tongue feeling heavy with a response but unable to say it. She just blinks, swallowing the words away while Agatha continues to rub her clit.

She can feel it, but barely. There's no friction anymore, but she can still feel what Agatha was doing to her. It was diluted and frustrating.

"I asked you a question, darling."

Agatha slips her fingers through Rio's sopping folds, never once letting them glide over her entrance. She directs her forefinger and ring finger to either side, nestling them on either side while keeping her middle finger held up. As she guides them up to Rio's clit again, she presses down with her middle finger.

Rio yelps, bucking her hips up into Agatha's hand. "Yes! I feel it!"

Agatha clicks her tongue, working her fingers back down and away from her clit. She deliberately raises her middle finger as she works past Rio's hole.

"But I bet it's not enough, right?" Agatha pulls her fingers together, the squishing sound of Rio's wetness makes her moan, "You need me inside of you, not me playing with your clit."

She takes her hand away from Rio's pussy entirely, leaving Rio to whine and whimper. She watches her try to clench at nothing, rolling her hips into the air in frustration.

"I think you should apologise for what you've done to get to this point," Agatha brings her slick hand to her mouth, licking a strong stroke from the top of her palm to her finger tips. Her tongue curls up, flicking at her own fingers before tucking back in her mouth with a muffled groan at the taste of Rio. "If you apologise enough, I might go easier on you."

Rio's throat was dry, legs numb from the two brutal orgasms she was fucked through already. She bites down on her lower lip to ground herself, to wrangle her brain to be functional enough to do as she was asked.

"I'm sorry I stopped you," Agatha's hand wraps around one of her ankles and she jumps at the presence alone. She licks her lips, huffing with a small exhale as she continues. "I should've let you keep building before I got bratty."

Agatha nods as she speaks, slowly raising her enclosed hand around Rio's ankle to her calf. She tries to keep her hand tight until she can't any longer, letting her fingers fan out to graze beneath Rio's knee.

She stops, mouth open with her tongue held up against her molars and her head turning to listen for more.

Rio gets the hint after a beat. "I was selfish to distract you, especially while you were so frustrated."

Her voice shifts at the last word, hitting a breathy note like she was trying to convey her own frustration. Agatha smirks at it.

She runs her nails down Rio's thighs, her other hand resting on Rio's pubic bone and beginning to drum each finger down against it with a gentle rhythm.

"I'm not sure you mean it enough, sweetheart."

Agatha's hand stops at the point where her leg meets her thigh, digging her nails into the sensitive skin there. Rio's lower lip wavers, tears prickling at the corner of her eye only to be rapidly blinked away before they can properly form.

She looks up to Agatha for a final glimpse of hope. Agatha lifts her chin, eyes peering down her nose at Rio. Her lips peel away from her teeth, nose scrunching as she spits a single word.

"Beg."

Agatha's hand parts her folds once more, coating her fingers immediately. As she touches Rio's clit, Rio bubbles out a sob.

"Please!" she calls out, "Just fuck me already! What use is this if you don't give a pay off?"

The sadistic grin that spreads on her face sends chills through Rio's body. Agatha doesn't blink, doesn't laugh, or breathe. She keeps grinning while her fingers begin to furiously rub at Rio's overused clit.

"That's not how you fucking beg."

Rio's legs shoot up from the floor but Agatha stops one with her free hand and the other with her elbow. She pins the one back to the ground, fingers gripping at her knee as she keeps rubbing.

Tears swell in Rio's eyes with the fire in her lower belly growing to an unbearable heat. Agatha maintains her pace and never once rubs all of Rio's slick away from her clit, making sure to keep Rio a painful, grueling distance from her orgasm.

Rio's cunt throbs deep, her breathing now only sobbing inhales until she feels the smallest wave against her body and she cums with a tear spilling down her cheek.

Her clit hurts. It feels like Agatha was still rubbing, but once she can blink back the tears she can see Agatha wasn't even touching her.

The grin was gone but with the way her pupils were blown wide with an all encompassing black, Rio felt like she was being swallowed by her icy stare. "One more."

Rio shakes her head in defeat, her hands moving to shield her pussy from anything Agatha could do next. She didn't have anything in her to give a fourth orgasm. Her brain couldn't pilot her body if she pleaded it to. She was laying in a puddle of her pleasure and absolutely defenseless with Agatha looming above her.

Agatha gingerly lifts Rio's hands up with one of her own, opting to use the dry one instead of the pruned, wet one. She pins them above Rio's hand with her thumb and forefinger around one wrist, leaving her ring finger and pinky to contain the other.

Rio's head rolls back and forth, unable to keep herself focused on Agatha anymore. She just whimpers, lower lip pushed out in a pout.

Agatha cups her cheek with her wet hand, rubbing at her cheekbone with her thumb. "What colour are you at, Rio?"

Rio steels herself, lips smacking together as she tries to lock eyes with Agatha.

She was giving her an out, letting her throw in the towel after everything so far.

Yet another merciful moment.

The hand at her wrists slackens as their eyes meet. Corners of her mouth curling ever so slightly in a smile.

"Green."

She breathes the word out, almost too quietly for Agatha to miss it.

The hand on her face falls away with a sigh.

"So be it."

Three fingers thrust into her cunt, scissoring them all as Agatha works them in deep. Rio's eyes widen, neck straining as she manages to lift her hips from the floor to welcome her fiancee to the place she's needed her to be all this time.

Agatha fucks her rapidly, never once leaving Rio emptied. Her fingers curl up into the spot that under any other circumstances would have her howling, has her quiet and barely conscious.

Her vision tunnels, everything but Agatha going hazy and stars start to explode like fireworks.

With what little strength Rio has left, she clenches around Agatha's fingers once she's in as deep as she can go. She bounces into her palm lazily, once, twice. On the third time, her vision goes fully black and she orgasms with nothing but an exhale.

She falls unconscious, drifting between being awake and asleep. She doesn't notice herself being lifted into strong arms, but does feel the soft blankets of what could only be their shared bed around her.

When her eyes finally open, Agatha holds a washcloth in one hand as she climbs onto the bed. She smiles at Rio with so much adoration in her eyes that Rio feels like she's dreaming.

"I got you, baby girl," Agatha coos, "You can rest."

The gentle tone has Rio's eyes fluttering shut once more, sleep taking over once more.

Agatha tends to her overstimulated body with immense care. She wraps the washcloth around a finger and wipes away any residual arousal, thoroughly cleaning Rio up before she could wake up again. The washcloth is then placed on the bedside table, and Agatha situates herself on her side of the bed while pulling Rio to rest her head on her chest.

She shifts the blanket up to Rio's shoulders, wrapping her in the warmth of it, and presses a small kiss to her hairline.

Rio sleeps for the better part of an hour. The sun has set, leaving the house dark except for the living room lights. When she wakes again, Agatha is brushing the back of her knuckles against Rio's shoulder blades.

"You did so good, Rio," are the first words she hears, "I hope I wasn't too much with you. I think I got carried away."

Rio's eyes focus on Agatha's face, reading the worry. She nuzzles her nose into her chest, knee lifting up to nudge into Agatha's thigh.

"I asked for it."

Agatha laughs. Rio always manages to know what to say when she starts getting in her head.

"You did," she responds, squeezing her arm around Rio's body, "Do you need anything? Water? Advil?"

Rio shakes her head. She inhales the scent of Agatha, the floral scent of their shared body soap mixed with sweat.

"No," she says quietly. "Just you."