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A promise of love

Larissa Weems x reader

summary: its senior year and the last year to finally throw the biggest parties. Only this year you're not backing down from getting the girl of your dreams.

Warnings- language, drinking, teenage angst

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The senior summer party. Took place at your family's lake house. Every year. Tradition. It's a party at the start and end of senior year.

So when it got close, rumors buzzed about who you weren't inviting. Yet, nobody but you had for sure knew. Most claiming that you wouldn't invite Morticia Addams, and she would stare daggers at you everyday.

You're sure if she could she'd have real ones in no time. Each time you caught her you would give her a sly smirk just to irritate her. Sometimes flirting just for the fun of it.

The day for invites got closer and closer. They had no idea how you were going to deliver them. Nobody wanted to either. Loving the suspense it brings.

Every single step you took you could hear your name.

It followed you till you were at your dorm. The feeling of eyes making you turn. There was Morticia and her roommate.

Larissa Weems. The one you were absolutely smitten by every time. The way she was so elegant. Her competitive side showing during the Poe Cup every year since you could remember. You watched her every year. Not in some creepy way! But in an observer type of way.

Your eyes skipped the ravenette all together and to her roommate. Taking in the soft smile on her face at how you were just recognizing her existence. You knew she felt as if she was living in Morticia's shadow. You saw it every time they were together. But you always knew she was there.

You wanted to invite her into the conversation, but anytime you tried Morticia would take your time to speak before you could get out a single noise.

Snapping back to reality, you rushed into your room. Hoping it wasn't as much time of you spacing out as you think. And when you looked in your mirror you knew it was, your cheeks were burning red.

You daydreamed too close to the sun, and now your all burned.

While trying to calm yourself, there was a knock on the door. You called for them to enter, not thinking who was obviously walking in. Coming out your bathroom, you were stunned to see the pair standing in the middle of your room. "Larissa, Tish, what can I do for you?" You hummed. Trying to ignore that your cheeks were fuming again.

"I just wanted to talk about the party!" Tish spun you and sat in your desk chair. "You have invited me right? I mean invitations are coming out but I figured I should know early?" She flashed that smile. The one that has everyone wrapped around her finger.

You casually shrug, finding something to busy your hands with. "Yeah, I know, but everyone is gonna find out when they will. Its rules nobody knows until the day. No exceptions!" You flashed your bright teeth.

"Oh, but for me? Pretty please?" She batted her lashes. You furrowed your brows at her. Trying to figure out what she was doing.

"Are....Are you trying to flirt the answer out of me or something?" You said out loud. Getting a small chuckle from the roommate and Morticia blushing in her spot. "...that was a little crazy you did that. But no matter what, the answer is coming out of me. Also, I'm flattered, but you're just not my type either." You put you sweatshirts away. You were packing you overnight bag.

"You better not do something you'll regret." She glared at you. You laughed at it internally but smiled to her.

"I should finish packing, you as well." You hummed. Gesturing to the door. "Big night coming soon." You gave a small hint. But you weren't looking at Tish, you were speaking to Larissa. And the room knew it.

The two fled your room. Larissa shocked you even would talk to her. Morticia sat her down and the two talked about what just happened.

"What?! Have you been flirting with them?!" The shorter was quick to throw out. "I mean why would she say anything to you when I am right there?"

Larissa, still trying to sort her head out, just stared dazed while the roommate ranted.

The few days had passed, leaving you in class on a Wednesday. Still no announcement about the party yet. Until the last bell.

Right before it rang, a school text got sent out.

Friday, 3:33 am.

Was all it stated. Curiosity erupted from the students around you, eyes training on you. Yet you could only stare at the blonde who sat on the other side of the room.

Watching intently as a frown dawned on her face. Her phone didn't go off like everyone else's. She searched for you, finding your eyes already on her.

Your face rested. Lacking any clue to what you were thinking. Her face caught a hint of color once the bell rang and brought you both back.

Oddly, neither of you moved from your seats. That wasn't until the class was empty. You made the move. Walking up to stand in front of her desk and look down at her.

Staring into her blue eyes and getting lost instantly. "Larissa." You hummed. Saying it differently from how you have in the past years. "You looked a bit sad?"

"Whatever joke you think your about to play on me, I won't be having any of it." She bit back. Standing up to her full height and now looking down at you. "Truly, find someone else."

You smiled at her, before shamelessly letting your eyes roam. Snapping them back up, looking innocently through your lashes. There was that blush again. "I wanted to give you a more special invitation. Cause that's what you deserve. Not the same one everyone is getting on Friday."

"What are you saying?" Larissa furrowed her brows. Drowning more confused when you beckoned her with a single finger. Yet, she followed you as you walked out the classroom. Not paying attention to the curious eyes of your classmates as she followed you.

Whispers of her being your lost puppy finally found hit your ears and you could only smile wider at the thought. Having such a woman begging for you? Now you could get used to such a thing.

You lead her to her own room, pushing open the door for her. She stared inside, but when she went to turn and ask you, you were gone.

On her bed sat a variety of things. A fancy envelope, one with a wax seal, a rose, and bag from the store in town. Her heart pounded in her chest and she couldn't figure out the right words to describe what she felt. There were too many but not a single one sounded right. Charmed? Flattered? Loved? Adored?

Friday night had dawned and you were already at the lake house. Waiting for people to arrive one by one. Thankful for when a huge group of your friends and theirs showed up at once, meaning it wouldn't be weird. It wasn't long before the party really commenced. And by ten you were in the truth or dare game.

"Y/n. Truth or dare?" Morticia asked you with a mischievous grin.

"Truth." You held a steady tone. Happy you had a strong tolerance for how much you already had drank.

"Out of everyone here, who would you fuck first?" She had expected her name to come out first. That she was the one you wanted.

Morticia was a woman of wanting to be better than Larissa. And with you being one Larissa talked about and wrote about, she saw it as an advantage. It was a competition that was unfair from the very beginning.

You thought. Eyes jumping around the entire house. Landing on the tall, statuesque woman. A smile tugging at your lips. "I'll give you more than my truth. If I'm going into this year right and how I planned, I'm marrying Larissa Weems before we're 21." You couldn't tear your eyes away. Staring with hearts as she was in a group of friends.

"WHAT?!" Morticia shouted over the music. The whole party turning to look at the game, some snickering at the outburst while others tried to tune in.

"Hear me out! What's not to like about her? She's got height, soft eyes that hold so much authority when needed, her hair looks perfect daily, the style, the humor, how she has a real laugh that only comes out when she gets told a really funny joke, and then the small smile she'll give when standing next to you." You were rambling. Someone needed to stop you. "But I think what makes me want to like...fuck her is the fact that she's a woman, and I love me a woman. But she's a whole lot of woman, and I would do anything for that much woman! And I stand by my opinion with a wide grin."

"So then you should say something. You basically have her wrapped around your finger." A friend, Jade, had put out. A knowing smirk on her lips, she knew you couldn't back down from anything with alcohol in you.

You hummed over the idea. Shrugging at what the harm could be. You were just a bit drunk, and you were conscious of that fact. But it didn't stop you from leaving the group, and a frustrated Morticia. You made your way through people, never breaking focus on the target.

People suddenly went quiet once you were in front of her. Cameras were being pulled out as you just stood there, waiting for her to realize you were there.

She was talking with a few friends, and was smiling naturally with each word. Her eyes were fixated on her drink and how the ice swirled when she moved the straw.

You always were more bold with alcohol. It's how your finger slid under her chin to make her look up at you. "Hi beautiful" You smiled at her. Beaming your most honest smile at the sight of her.

Larissa was burning at the nickname. She mumbled out your name. Afraid to break the moment that was suddenly just you two.

"You're so pretty, did you know that? Especially wearing the dress I left for you. I knew you'd look good in it. When I saw it, I couldn't stop thinking about you in it, and even after tonight I probably won't stop. You're so captivating Larissa." You leaned on the table, getting closer to her. The smell of the drinks you had hitting her nose.

"You've drank. I don't think you should say things that only hurt others." She wanted to look away, getting ready to turn her head.

But you grabbed a hold of her face a bit more firmly. Narrowing your eyes at her. "You think I left everyone a gift?" You frowned on your words. You went closer, nose's touching. "You're the only one who has my attention Weems." You whispered, lips brushing against hers.

You pulled away and floated off. Rejoining the circle and resuming the party. Everyone went with it too.

By midnight everyone was out on the lakes edge. Stripping from their attire and into bathing suits. Everyone followed, but you lingered. Larissa stood away from it all. Watching as people carelessly got in. Not wanting to do the activity, afraid of what everyone would think.

"Rissa," you broke into her thoughts. Sneaking up on her, you watched the conflict in her eyes. "You shouldn't care what they all think. You're easily the hottest woman here." You complimented her with so much honesty.

She blushed looking down, "not everyone is as kind as you." She stared off, but not for long as you came in front of here. Grabbing her hand and pulling her down to everyone. She didn't like where you were going with this. "Truly I'm ok up here."

"It's your last year. You are a sexy creature and hiding it is so lame now and days. We're all weird here. And it sounds cheesy, but literally none of us are normal. You can literally turn into anyone, but you stay you. Because you're more than enough. You're Larissa fucking Weems. Act like it."

There was a wide smirk on you face as you lifted off your top. Revealing the top that hugged your body in ways that should be illegal. And soon your bottoms were off.

You grabbed the hem of her shirt. "Just keep looking at me," you nodded slowly. Waiting patiently as she took off the top. Larissa wore a white, angelic two piece. You couldn't help the need to look. And when you got back to her eyes she was blushing heavily.

She was stunning.

You didn't think twice before you were pulling her head down to you and crashing your lips. It was fierce. It was heated. It was long overdue.

Pulling away, your breathing was erratic and Larissa's chest was matching her face. You grinned like the Cheshire Cat. And then you ran off.

Leaving your woman baffled, appalled even, by the action. She turned to find you, seeing you in the water staring. Water dripping from your body as you could only smile when she complied and got in with you.

The rest of the night was history.

Monday came along and everyone hummed and buzzed about the party. Videos were finally being shared, along with pictures.

The video you stared at was the one of you and Larissa. You were observing every detail. Thankful for the music that played over your talking.

You eyes only left the screen the moment the young woman walked in. You eyed her cautiously, not wanting to be coming off too strong. She took her seat and pulled out all her work. Never once looking in your direction and it made you worry you did too much now. You had kissed her that night. Did she think it was truly just the alcohol speaking?

Not getting the chance to get your answer as your teacher walked in. A knowing smile on his face at how tired everyone was.

That class flew by though, everyone rushing to leave so they could take a nap or anything.

You lingered around, waiting to see what your blonde would do. Would she leave and not say a word? Or would she approach you finally?

Larissa could feel you staring at her the entire class period. It made her stomach twist. She truly wanted to believe you had forgotten and that it was the alcohol, but she couldn't forget. She had only a single drink and shot. But who knows how many you had...

"Ladies?" Your teacher broke into both your thoughts. "Is everything alright?"

Larissa glanced at you, a small frown tugging at her lips. You were staring at her and waiting for her. "Yes, sorry. Just got lost in the work I guess." She dismissed, packing in a frantic manner.

You'd never seen her so disheveled. He called to you. Making you finally tear your eyes away from her and to your desk. Your empty notes laid in front of you. "Your notes are empty."

"I was...distracted I guess. More than usual." Your voice was quiet. Tired even. "Is there anyway I can stay and get them from you, sir?"

"I wish I could, but I have meetings in five. Ms. Weems, could you lend your notes?" He turned to her, putting her in the spotlight.

You saw how she hesitated. "It's ok, I can get them from someone else. I don't want to impose or anything. Thank you though," you rushed out the room.

Cheeks slightly flushing as tears threatened you. In your eyes, you had fucked everything up. Why did you have to be so bold? You could've gone all year quiet like you did for the past few. She wouldn't even look at you!

You opened your door, thankful your roommate transferred out. Carefully setting your things down, you wanted to change out of the suffocating uniform. Out of the reminder that you go to this school. That you're a real person. That you messed up the one thing you had going. All because of this damn uniform and school and all its brought you.

You were getting frustrated when your hands were shaking so bad you couldn't undo the buttons. The knock at your door interrupting you.

You let out a frustrated groan and swung open the door. Wiping your face aggressively of the heated tears before anyone could get a good look at you. You didn't bother seeing who it was as you walked away and tried at the buttons one more time. Seriously ready to rip the white shirt off your body.

"Let me help you," a soft British voice came. You wanted to cry even harder. You turned and dropped your hands, looking at the wall next to you instead of her. Trying to ignore the rush of excitement as she unbuttoned one at a time, now was really not the time.

Once it was done, you stood there. Open shirt. You could see a hint of your scar in the mirror by the door. Her eyes on it finally making your mind swarm with embarrassment. Nobody's ever seen it.

You took pride in your witches scar. You got it in one of your crazy childish rituals you used to do. But it was from the one time you had succeeded and found out you were a witch. Your parents were ready to hide it forever, if they could, but you embraced it with open arms. It made your grandmother proud to know that being a witch wasn't gone forever in the family.

You stepped back, then to change. Grabbing a graphic crewneck and a pair of shorts, you swiftly changed. Ignoring the fact Larissa was still in your room, staring at you.

Your shirt was on the floor in a pile with your skirt, leaving you in nothing but undergarments. "Can we talk?" She whispered into the air. Yet somehow, her words were tickled your neck as if she was directly behind you.

You turned to face her, eyes slightly red from the few tears of earlier. Your voice got stuck and suddenly you couldn't say a single thing.

She moved to sit in your bed's edge, your name rolling from her tongue the same way a brush moves on a canvas. It was art coming from her. "How much did you drink that night?"

You walked closer to her, taking the spot next to her and leaving a little gap. "I had only a few. I wanted to stay as close to tipsy until everyone was there. But truth or dare happened...and I just...." you stared with glossy eyes up at her. The silence built quick and thick, only to be cut with a heavy sigh. "Larissa, and I mean this with so much respect, but you're literally the most oblivious person I've ever flirted with!" You frowned, suddenly back on your feet.

You were across from her now. Standing and looking for her eyes. "Do you genuinely think you're unlikeable in that way?" Your words were soft. You had heard whispers about her always ignoring them when they weren't true. You refused to believe they were.

"I....what?" She hesitated. "Where did you hear that? Not! That its true or anything!" She shot down quickly. Her voice giving her away in a heart beat.

With a sense of boldness, you walked over to her and kissed her hard. Melting at the feeling of her lips against yours. For the first seconds, there was no kiss back, but once it registered, she pulled you onto her. Hands clawing at your hips as the heated kiss went on.

Your hips were grinding on their own as your breathing started to become irregular. Air became a need and you had to pull away. Panting in her lap as she held onto you tighter. "Does that prove I mean it?" You exhaled. "Cause all I want is you. You're the first person I look for in the halls. The first person I speak to. I. Want. You."

She kissed you hard again. Wrapping her arms under your sweatshirt and around your bare waist and pulling your hips to hers. You sat flushed against her. The heat of your bodies together growing and growing by each passing second.

Your hands held her shoulders as a grounding. Desperate to feel grounded to remember this high. But this wasn't how you wanted this. So you stopped. Lightly pushing her shoulders to separate you from her.

"I want you, I do, but not in this order. I want the first date with you and a little goodnight kiss. Not just jumping to sex, I want more than that." You began explaining. Trying to keep it as simple as possible without dumping all your feelings on her.

Her brows pulled together though, she wasn't getting it fully. "You want a relationship?"

You could only look sorry for her. That someone out there made her only feel wanted for one thing. And whoever it was, you would curse for the rest of your years.

"I want dates at the cafe, sleepovers, movie nights, kissing in the rain, dancing in the rain, dinners, anniversaries, holidays, breaks, everything. Larissa Weems, you have done nothing but occupy my every waking thought since freshman year. If you told me you never wanted to have sex with me, I'd be fine. I'm here for you. Your brains. Your heart. Your future." You hold her face in your hands. Searching for anything that could give her reaction.

But you were met with her hurrying her face into your chest and crying. It wasn't what you expected, but you still planned for it. After all, you've thought of this moment for years.

You held her close and just sat with her. Letting her just cry into your sweatshirt. Holding her close to you and slightly rocking with her. Soft reassurance fell from your lips every now and then.

Eventually, Larissa had drained herself and fell asleep with you. It warmed your heart to know she felt safe to cry and sleep around you, but also she cried...all because she couldn't believe the bare minimum.

You would have to save any more questions for tomorrow. Now it was a matter of getting her ready for sleeping. Which you really did expect to be tough, but once you shifted slightly, she was up again. Well...kinda up.

She grumbled and held you tighter. "Rissa...I just wanted to lay down that's all..." you tried to not be too loud. Hoping she understood what you were going on about. It was then she, almost on autopilot, stood up while holding your by the ass. Only to lay back down with you still in her arms.

You were blushing profusely at the hand placement and tried to steady yourself. "Your heart is beating so loud..." Larissa hummed. Her eyes still closed as she laid with you. Her hold was all you needed to know you weren't going anywhere.

You took a deep breath, finally giving in and getting impossibly closer. "I can't help it." We're the last spoken words before you both fell asleep.

Senior smash was right there and you found yourself in the same spot as the beginning. Walking through the halls with your name following you with every step.

You convinced yourself it was because of the invites that were supposed to be sent out today and not the mysterious box that you carried atop of your books. The one that was all black with a silver heart lock, on the back hidden from the view of everyone else were initials.

As you stepped into study hall, you smiled at your eager peers, the ones who have heard the tiny details you've let up about the party this year. Only you didn't say anything to feed their hunger. Instead you found your seat and cracked open your book. Trying to not let the box distract you. Nor the beauty that waltzed in with a cunning smile.

Ever since you and Larissa had gotten around the bush, you've watched how your love has changed her for the better. She no longer hides in Morticia's shadow, never lets anyone command her, she commands them. Her blue eyes never had to ask you for your attention anymore, you willingly showered her with it. To most it seemed you were the lost puppy now with how you blushed anytime she came around. You'd turn beet red anytime she placed a kiss to the top of your head. People would watch you stand in awe even after she turned the corner.

"Hello darling," she greeted lowly once she got closer to you. She was using her seductive voice on you and you knew what it was about. You hadn't even given your own girlfriend special privileges (maybe a little more details than your peers). What was unusual though was how she knelt in-front of your desk, resting her head on the dark wood.

"Aren't you supposed to be at mammal anatomy?" You began playing with her bangs. Trying not to dwell on the fact she was on her knees before you, it wasn't in that way but you couldn't help the idea of it.

"I was just on my way and thought I'd stop by. Rumor is you have a mysterious box?" She quirked a brow and glanced up at you. Then towards the black box. "This it?"

You got protective and tried to causally grab the object before her. "It's for something later..which reminds me, can we push our date back just by an hour? I have something important to do before."

"And what could it be?" She grew curious about your sudden mystery. Larissa had met many sides of you, the mystery one being one she saw trouble in constantly.

You pulled the box into you and hugged it close. "Witchcraft." You had a sparkle in your eye that was only proving her right. You were up to trouble. "You should get going, Rissa. I wouldn't want your pretty self to be caught in detention before a big night." You winked at her before offering a hand to help her up.

She took it with a huff and stood, but right before she let go she felt the warmth of your lips press to her knuckles. Larissa swore her heart stopped at the simple gesture.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Classes were just a few notes, and lunch was your favorite again. By three, phones were dinging with the first tease of invites. You were in the dining hall when it happened. Eyes focusing on the many eyes that grew eager and glanced to you. But once again, you were immersed in a book. Something you had taken up more recently.

However with the prying eyes you couldn't seem to focus. So you packed up and read on your way to your room. Weaving through everyone without an issue. You figured you'd read until the sun went down, then go do your ritual at sundown in the woods.

It was nothing dark, it was an enchantment you heard word of. It brings good luck for relationships if both parties are willing for it. The success rate is still unreported but you figured there couldn't be anything too big at stake. You had planned to do it and then propose it to Larissa. If she accepted it then the universe would listen to the calls for sure and bless them for a long healthy relationship. It made you nervous to think of no matter what though.

You had spent every night since the first praying to the stars above that it would be right with her. You vowed your entire heart to her on many starry nights. Larissa Weems was the woman you wanted to marry and grow forever with.

The worries were squashed though once you hit your room. Larissa was already inside and laying in your bed. "No special invite this time?"

"It's not done...but I could give you an invite to hold the spot." You wiggled your brows as you joined her on the mattress. Laying on your stomach as she laid on her side and propped up by her arm. You couldn't help the love that slipped into your gaze. "Are you nervous I won't invite you?"

"Maybe, or maybe I'm nervous you don't think I'm special anymore." She joked so easily about it. The small creases near her eyes were the sign she really did mean it as a joke. That she knew how wrong such a statement about you was.

"I love you." You whispered. Completely out of breath. You felt like you were floating suddenly. That your body was weightless.

Larissa had stopped smiling however, sitting up and pulling you into her lap with ease. Her hands firmly holding your hips so you couldn't run from what she was about to make you do.

Over the few months of dating Larissa, you had gotten to really see the side she hid from the light. The part she claimed was broken and beyond repair. But with you, there's always a fix, it just takes the right solution.

One thing you always made sure of, was making sure your feelings got through to her and she knew you weren't playing with her. There were many times where you had been in this position and it was Larissa who would be stuck. She never believed you could have so much love for just one person until she met you.

"Say it again." Her crystal lakes shined perfectly in the light.

"I love you Larissa. I love you. I love you. I. Love. You." You kept letting the words roll off your lips as she stared in awe at you. Hearing each and every time you said it.

Larissa began to feel the same weightlessness. Fingers tightening around you as she crashed her lips to yours. Ignoring the happiest tears as they rolled past her temples. The blonde was too caught in the feeling she had craved for so long. The feeling of pure love. You loved her. She had no reason to ever doubt you.

You pulled back and hands were on her cheeks in mere moments, wiping away her tears. "My stars, I love you Larissa. I want to spend my forever appreciating you, loving you, listening to you-"

She cut you off with a shorter kiss now. Her own grin being warming and inviting. "When that time comes, I'll happily make you Mrs. Weems." Your eyes sparkled at the title and it made your body twist in delight. Larissa laughed and gave you just one more kiss. "I love you too, darling. But for now, I have a date to go get ready for so I will see you later."

You hummed but glanced at the clock, "You still have like five hours?" Larissa usually got ready within an hour, maybe an hour and a half. You've watched her a few mornings before classes. "Plus, where are you going when all your stuff is in here?"

"The girls and I have been planning this get ready since you asked me out suspiciously last week." She winked at you, effortlessly picking you out her lap and getting up.

You fell over and laid in her spots warmth. Eyes watching as she collected a few things and slipped on her slippers. "I wasn't suspicious. Asking you out still makes me extremely nervous ya' know."

"Is that gonna be your excuse even after we hit a year? I still make you nervous after almost nine months?" She tilted her head to meet your saddening gaze. You hated to see her go, but you loved to watch her leave.

You let out a dramatic sigh before pushing yourself up and to the edge of your bed. Standing tall on your knees as she stood in front of you. "Clearly you already underestimate how deep my love runs...maybe I could show you one day?"

She smirked at you, "save it for the night you propose. Then I'll never underestimate your love after that." Larissa shook her head at the gasp you let out.

"That's how long I have to wait before giving you it all?! That's like a forever away." You frowned playfully, countering it by leaning into her and placing a kiss to her soft lips. "You're gonna be a wreck when that night comes I hope you know."

Larissa chuckled to that, "you gonna love me that much?"

"Oh baby you can bet your sweet ass I am." You were so confident on the matter. Mostly because you knew it was true, you were going to marry this woman. And along with it was Larissa, how could you not love her forever?

"I will see you later, my lovesick lover." She pecked your cheek, quickly as she could sense your urge to pull her down and stall more time sharing delicate kisses.

And then suddenly, you were alone on the bed sighing in content at what had been shared. Larissa Weems officially knew someone loved her. That everyone was wrong about her, and it just took the right moment.

While Larissa was off getting ready and sharing moments to her friends, you were deep in the woods. Far off Nevermore property, alone in the trees. Your hands shook a bit from the cool breeze and from the unfamiliar unease. You always felt confident when using magic.

But as the full moon began to come into the sky, you had only one chance now or you'd have to wait all over again. Glossy eyes stared up to the blending of day and night. Your lips chanting their practiced plead. Hands waving over the box that would be treasured forever.

The winds around you grew, picking up the leaves and a few branches. Swirling swift circles around you as you kept chanting. A branch had caught your arm briefly, scratching it as it passed. Then another. And Another. The stars must've been testing your devotion finally.

Were you willing to bleed for this woman?

Yes.

Were you willing to go the lengths for her?

Always.

Were you willing to truly love her forever?

Entirely.

At any risk?

You'd risk it all.

Prove it.

A crash of lightening shook the world around you, the tree next to you taking the hit as it fell over and burnt into nothing but embers. You swallowed thickly, it was set perfectly now for her.

You took a minute to settle your trumpeting heart. It was so loud, you don't think you ever heard it beat this hard before. It amazed you. The physical effect of loving her was strong for you. Your body naturally responded to the thought of her, even when she was around, you fit perfectly to her.

Your body buzzed as you collected the box and your journal back into your bag. Your mind focusing on the charged feeling as you headed back to campus. Lost in such a daze of your own spell still, you missed the calling of your name. It was when arms wrapped around you had you really faded back into reality. You were back at the school covered in your own blood. How many branches got you?

"W..Where the hell have you been?" Whoever it was seemed shaken up. And when they pulled back you stared up at the aged face. It was Jade..but way older. "We..we need to get you to the Nurse...or maybe a hospital.."

Your lost eyes scanned over the yard. All the students were staring right back at you, yet these were kids you had never seen before. Something went wrong...something bad...

Jade had led you to the nurse, explaining what hectic situation just got opened up as you sat on the stool and let the light be shined into your eyes. it was pointless for how distant your stare was. "It just seems like a tree attacked the poor thing..these cuts they range from deep to barely scratches." The nurse concluded.

"What should we do?" Jade stepped closer and cupped your paled face. Turning it and examining the skin under smudges. "What the hell happened that night?"

The sound of heels clicking quickly against the floor caught your attention. Getting your lazy eyes to focus at the doorway for whoever was making their way down the hall.

You saw the smooth leg come around first, demanding your eyes to the sharp heels and then up the statuesque figure. Sighing in relief to meet Larissa's look of disbelief. The tears so quickly gathered in her aged eyes and she crept cautiously.

You hated the feeling of these cautious stares and confused glances. You were missing something horribly important and it was overwhelming. Everyone was older and it didn't make any sense.

Tears of your own began to spill, "what's happening..?" You croaked and the sound of your teenage voice brought Larissa to her knees. Suddenly your own confusion was lost as you willed your body to be on the floor with her, your bag falling next to you both. "No...no tears. What? What can I do?" You were in a panic almost. The same way you were anytime she came to you with tears in her eyes. Eager to make her smile again.

Cool hands held your face and Larissa analyzed every detail. Not understanding how it was all the same from all those years ago. "Where did you go?" She whispered just to you.

The beating of your heart seemed to grow more and more as you tried to really recall what you were doing only an hour ago. "I.. I was finishing up your gift. I wanted it to be as special as possible and I was. I was wishing to the stars for it to work. I swore it was the box..the box..your gift..." You felt foolish for forgetting the most important thing right next to you. "I was gonna give it to you on our date tonight." You scrambled to pick it all up.

"Darling...you've been missing for nearly thirty years." Larissa finally gave you the missing key.

You blinked and slowly brought the objects in your lap. That couldn't be right. You were in the woods for one full moon. You were doing the spell you heard of from a fellow witch and it was only an hour. You had a date with Larissa in a few minutes. That's what was supposed to be happening.

"This is a joke right?" You needed a second now, backing up and sitting on the floor. Eyes really taking in the updated nurses office now. It was nothing like the one you had been in many times. Then you stared at the two girls still watching from the doorway. One looked just like a mini Morticia and the other a bundle of joy.

A shaky hand rummaged in your pocket for the spell you had written down. Your eyes traced over each letter. What type of spell did you cast? The words were in something just off of latin, easy to mistranslate.

"You haven't aged a single day." She stated, using her own hand to tilt your head back. Even under all the dirt and cuts, she could just see the face she missed for so long. "They searched every inch of those woods for you, I made sure of it...but were you ever in the woods?"

In the moment you finally took a good look at your body. Covered in the dirt that spun around you. The blood from how the sticks attacked you stained the edges of the ripped fabric from your shirt. It was the button up from the old uniforms. Jade and Larissa knew that.

The blonde woman sighed, grabbing the paper from you hand carefully and inspecting it herself. It was the only clue they had to figure anything out. "This is the spell you casted, yes?"

"It was supposed to be a good luck spell for our relationship...not that we'll need it really, but extra luck never hurts." You were still twisting your body around. "My mom's gonna kill me for ruining another shirt, especially this close to graduation."

Larissa, worried even more, handed the paper over to the blonde girl. "Enid, you and Wednesday go see what you can find out about this. Report back to my office before dinner." Enid saluted before dragging the other along with her to the library. Her attention was immediately back on you.

Her mind reeling as she just watched you inspect yourself. How was she going to tell your parents? What was the witch community going to do when they catch word? After all, you were a legend name.

"Darling why don't we get you cleaned up, hmm? Then we can all have a chat about what happened?" Her tender touch found your jaw and she gave you a sad smile. "You can come shower in my quarters."

"Your quarters?"

"I run the school now...you've missed a lot..."

Your face fell, that's right. You were missing for twenty years. "Will you catch me up?" Was softly spoken as your eyes begged for her comfort.

"There's a lot too catch you up on, I don't think well get through it all tonight." She hummed in agreement. Larissa stood first holding a hand out for you to follow.

Even in the situation, you couldn't help the hard swallow at how beautiful she was.

After a few hours, you were cleaned from the woods and in a pair of boxers and a sweatshirt. Old socks covering your feet as you sat near the fireplace in her office.

Larissa sat on the couch and was just telling you everything that happened end of senior year following your disappearance. Everyone was shaken by it and the witches that year went restless till they figured out what had happened. Letting Larissa in on every detail they managed which was almost nothing.

"How far out did you even go?" She had finally asked. Dying to know how far she didn't go.

You mulled over how long you had gone for. "I sprinted south of the campus for about... fifteen minutes? If I had calculated it right, which let's be honest, I probably didn't, I should've been off campus. I think I was still on it though."

"Darling, that's only about two miles. Of course you weren't off school grounds. South of the school goes for at least ten miles. They bought the land back there for the werewolves to run freely when needed. We've expanded the grounds ever since." Larissa softly chuckled. You always were bad at math.

The knock at the door interrupted though. Her voice carried nicely through the air, granting access to whoever it was knocking. In had walked Enid and Wednesday, the blonde beaming with pride, while the ravenette stared blankly at you. Your stare back mirrored hers.

"The spell was early impossible to find! But thanks to Wednesday's eye for a puzzle, she figured it out. It's been used to vanish for periods of time without any effects. Most used it to escape from past witch hunters. " The young girl explained effortlessly.

You tried to think of why they would've told you it was a luck of love spell. "Can it be undone?" Came quick from you, moving from the ground next to Larissa on the couch. "Is it possible to send me back?"

"Right we figured you'd ask! So we looked into that as well and the only thing we found was some indie website with a reversal spell. It needs everything that sent you here." She handed you the slip of paper that had the spell written on it.

You eyed it skeptically before taking it anyways. "I need to go back out there. " You turned to Larissa, desperate for some help. But when you finally took in her expression, she was beyond sad at this point. It made you hesitate for just a moment. "I'm not trying to leave you 'Rissa...I want to go back so I know I can be here when I'm mean to be. We can't grow old together if you get there before me. Larissa of 91' is expecting me for a date tonight."

"It's just...you were gone for so long, and then you show up, only to be gone again." She laid out her view for you. Giving you the understanding of how much your reappearance has stirred up.

You grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. Grinning as she still blushed like a teenager. "If I go back, you'll never have had to feel what loosing me feels like. I told you Larissa, I love you. I love you so much, that when I get back and we graduate I'm going to propose to you. Before we are 21, I promise you my entire future. I want to see how this beautiful woman before me becomes Principal of Nevermore."

A tear escaped from her perfectly done eyes. "I've missed you so much."

"I'll be home and ready to take you on that date before you even know it." You kissed her temple soundly. Lingering so she really knew all those years ago your words were always true.

You jumped from the couch, eagerly rummaging through your bag. Grabbing ahold of the black box and bringing it back over. There you glanced over to the two waiting teens and blushed.

"Girls.." Larissa didn't even tear her eyes from you when she whispered their dismissal.

They didn't wait any longer, mostly cause the one with braids was pulling her counter part. Closing the large wooden doors.

"Earlier in the day..you asked me about this box. I said it was nothing really but, it is something. In it we'll both write premature vows, burn the box in the bonfire, and it should be a in the hands of ancestors if done right with the right person." You explained with tracing over the boxes details. The groves calming your nerves.

Larissa sighed, "I thought you always said to never do love spells. You could never be certain of the person." She brushed a hand through your hair, humming with familiarity.

"I love you Larissa Weems. I always will. That's how I know." You beamed widely. The words made your body tingle and feel light. "I have to get going my love, but I promise." You placed a caring kiss to her forehead.

You had slipped away from her and found your muddy boots. Racing back out the school in nothing but the loaned pajamas. Heavy footsteps carrying you back into the woods you were just carried from this morning.

Larissa watched you from the rooftops as you ran quickly thought the woods. It was then she had noted an interesting fact, your emotions literally lit up the world for you. A pale green light showed you through the woods and you followed it.

Jumping over branches until the light had simmered out in front of you. Leaving the moon to be the only thing to light up the woods for you.

And just like the first time, you began chanting the spell and the wind began to pick up back around you. This time it was warm and welcoming. No branches to reopen any wound or make anew.

Another crash of lighting and you were sprinting north towards the school. Fingers crossed that it had worked and you would find your teenage sweetheart ready for a date.

You needed something to confirm you made it back first. You couldn't go search for Larissa right away, no. The adventure you just had would be something you had to really sit down and tell her about.

Your fastest answer was whatever answer was on the headmaster's office. Either it would be the name you dreaded seeing, Headmaster Wilkins. Or it'd be the name you one day hope accompanies yours.

On the way though, you caught sight of Larissa's friends looking a little frantic. Only for them to spot you as well and sigh in relief. "Jesus! There you are!" The brunette, Melonie, threw her hands up.

"What the hell happened to you..." Meeka, the others twin, took you in up and down. Noting the pajamas and cleaned up cuts.

"That's beside the point, Larissa is gonna be ready in twenty minutes, and she was freaking on your lack of response. Seriously you need to get moving." Melonie was instantly dragging you towards your own dorm.

The entire time she helped you get ready, mumbling about how stressed you made the woman and so forth. Meanwhile you could only smile knowing you were back.

You were beyond excited to see her finally. How your heart and mind agreed and craved to see the statuesque woman right before you. The beauty of her youth being nothing compared to the breathtaking looks of her future.

You sat at dinner, rosy cheeks as you listened intently to Larissa talk about her day. You honestly wondered if she'd mention earlier and your lack of appearance.

"And then everyone was asking if you even invited me yet. Your parties proceed you." She hummed to an end of her story. Big blue eyes sparkling in the dim light above the table. "So, are you going to invite me?"

You couldn't help the chuckle that fell from your lips, "I didn't dream of having a party without you." You smiled widely as you reached for the box again. A flash of your future coming through as it was settled on the table. "I did something today...something risky."

Larissa's brows had furrowed at the confession, "and what was that my dear?"

Fingers fiddled with the details. "Henson gave me a spell, it was trusting him that was the first risk. The second was actually going through the whole thing." You didn't need to look up to know she was wearing her disapproving look on.

"You know he gives nothing but mischievous spells out hun," she tried not to be so strict on you. In your eyes it seemed you already felt like a child being scolded.

"I know...yeah....but I couldn't help it. I pondered it for a while but it just seemed harmless. It definitely wasn't though, but I survived it. And now I can sit here and tell you."

"The box is enchanted. A protection for our love and the universes guidance. We write premature vows, never read them, never speak them, but we put them in the box and they morph into a manifestation." You explained it so simply, keeping out the other important part. You didn't need to worry her about much.

Larissa grabbed ahold of the box and your fidgeting hands. "You risked yourself for a good luck potion?"

Your body rattled with emotions at the question. "Yes." You finally met her worried gaze, she was staring at you like you were finally insane. "I love you beyond my own being. I...I already told you I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I dunno..maybe I was the one who was actually scared you'd finally realize just how amazing you are and then realize that I'm not the one giving you that all, I want to be. I try to be. But nothing is forever certain, yet I know my love for you is."

There was a long stretch of silence as she really processed your words. The confiding in her over your own fear was something still relatively new.

It had started with your slight needs of reassurance , they were never to big, always something like an extra kiss or a squeeze to the hand. Then it had grown to you just barely mentioning common things you were afraid of; spiders, heights, flying bugs. But now it was this leap to a genuine fear.

The way your eyes glossed as you spoke so softly. How your hands still managed to twitch under hers, she could feel the warmth from the excessive magic between her hands. You were getting overwhelmed.

"It's ok, you're ok. We're ok my love. I don't want anyone besides you either. You've shown me nothing but your love and have brought me out of my own solitude into your amazing world. We can do this, your good luck charm." She raised a hand to cup your cheek. You loved the smile she gave you, soft and gentle.

And so, you began to pull out two pieces of paper and two pens. A quiet chant came from under your breath.

Larissa watched you cast, something she's never had the honor of seeing. But in front of her, greens whisper around carefully. And she swore she felt it as well coursing through her own body. It was like a cool rush through her veins.

Once done, you handed her a paper and pen. Glancing up at her with deeply flushed cheeks and blown pupils, you felt your breath hitch as she was glued to your every move. You didn't speak as you began to write.

The blonde followed suite and wrote in her own silence as well, feeling the tingle of magic in the ink with every word.

Then you both folded them in half and placed them carefully in the box, along with the pens as well. You had chanted one more time and just like that, you had sealed the box shut for good.

"Thank you..." weakly spilled from your mouth. You grabbed the box off the table and slipped it into your tote. Only you pulled back out a velvety ring box and an envelope. Setting them cautiously on the table. Larissa furrowed her brows now. There's no way this was your idea of proposing... "no, just open them." You lightly laughed.

Her manicured hand reached for both. Starting with the envelope, knowing it would be more special regardless but because you wrote it. She loved how you wrote specifically for her. A beautiful cursive that was spells in their own curves.

My darling 'Rissa,

There's this party I'm throwing, and you are truly the only person I care enough about to make sure you get this invite. Plus, it'll be like the beginning of the year only this time you know I'm not fucking with you. As for the little box I set down with this note, it's a promise ring. Designed specifically for you. A promise that I will go through anything with you, that I'm not leaving your side. That I'll be your biggest fan everyday and every night. You deserve nothing but best and I promise to give you the best.

I promise to love you for ever.

And you signed it with a heart at the end of your name.

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mandy-asimp · 24 days ago

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Forever theirs

Agathario x reader

Warnings: smut, it's the nastiest thing I've ever written but idk what that goes to say, language, kissing, rough sex, dildos, some more crazy shit in said sex

Summary: you're Agatha and Rio's assistant who just seems to find you way back to them each time. This time you're planing to stay though.

A/n: I had myself with this shit😭

Masterlist

"You can't kill me remember?! It's not allowed!" Agatha had Rio pinned to the ground. The two fighting out their small disagreement. The only deal was each kept a pulse.

Rio wore this smile, one agatha knew meant she liked their position a bit too much for the context of it. It frustrated her that she was still just fucking with her even now. Rio just wanted to disagree to disagree, not actually cause she disagreed.

But the frustration slowly disappeared as smooth hands trailed over her arm and covered her hand that held Rio around the neck. "Neither of you really want to kill the other. Not in this state." Your voice was like liquid adrenaline as both of them went wide eyed. Turning their heads to look at you in all your glory. Their only common interest that they could share and live somewhat peacefully. You had come back to them.

Agatha's grip loosened under your touch and soon it was gone all together. She didn't want to really take you in, feeling as if you'd be gone all over again. "Someone," your eyes met those brown ones that kept you captive for the last four years, "broke your office door. It's not very safe for you Aggie, especially staying this late at."

The nickname rolled so easily from your lips past her ear. "Well if she hadn't come to kill me, pathetic by the way! Coming after me when I'm still working? That's low even for you." She growled at the partner.

Rio only let her smile grow as she sat up. No longer that interested in Agatha as her favorite canvas was finally back in arms reach. "It's been awhile since I've seen you," she stared up with nothing but crazy love swarming her eyes. "You've been keeping me waiting, baby."

You hummed and sent her a mean glare, although from you it was impossible to intimidate them. They saw through that mean glare and saw your kind side so easily.

You slipped off from behind Agatha and on all fours, you crawled closer to Rio. Standing on your knees once you were in between them. Your eyes jumped to take in her face and her appearance. She was just as deathly as you could remember.

"This," you gestured between them, "this isn't the fight you want is it Rio? Her unprepared and an easy kill? That's no fun."

Your tone had a bite just a bit and it wasn't unnoticed. "You've changed, sugar." Agatha came from behind you. Her hand cautiously slipping around your waist as she rested her head on your shoulder, teasing Rio with her own eyes. And when you didn't move out of her touch she hummed her victory. "Where'd you learn to bite like that?"

You watched the hard shift in Rio's expression. She was growing jealous of not having her hands on you. "You learn a bit when you wake up stranded." You undid her hands and stood from the ground, smoothing over your pencil skirt and tucked in button up. You still dressed like their perfect girl. Your hair full and fluffy and perfectly styled to you, you were the spitting image of their future wife and they both knew it.

The other two shared a look. Settling with they won't fully fight till they figure you out. "Now, you know that's not the full story." Agatha had risen to her feet. Standing taller than you in her black heels, even while you stood in your own. Her step closer pulled you closer with your own step. You saw the shock briefly flash across her face, but it was gone before you even really processed it.

Rio had managed to sneak around you, and you swore you never took your eyes off of her. Yet here she stood right behind you, trapping you between the two. "We would never leave you stranded, we were protecting you from something worse.."

"Right, cause that makes all the difference." You scoffed with a mocking laugh. The new attitude and backbone still taking the other two back. Your eyes burned into Rio, waiting for her to try and say anything else, but nothing else came "I'll call someone in the morning to fix the door." And your heels clicked and clacked with every step out.

Once you were out of earshot, Agatha had sighed. "We left her in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and yet she managed to find her way back."

The next few weeks is all about getting you resituated, which neither help with as you told them you didn't need it. Every morning was with you greeting Agatha first and telling her her plan before going to Rio to do the same. But one morning you had shown up to Agatha's office early as requested. Annoyed that the woman wouldn't have mentioned something earlier and waited to call you at six in the morning.

You hauled in before eight in a pristine white outfit, the skirt hugging your thighs as the white long sleeve dipped just ever so slightly. Your lovely legs covered by black tights. Your white heeled boots were echoing your violent steps as you drew closer to her office, slipping through the broken glass casually and staring angrily at the woman in her chair as she smirked knowingly.

"You couldn't have thought to mention this yesterday?" You growled as you walked closer to grab the file from her desk, a hand running through your fluffy waves and flipping them over to one side. Your eyes quickly scanned over the papers. It was a case file of a woman who was a target in some grand money heist. The woman was a crossed out name. "I don't get it."

"Hold onto it and figure it out. Rio wants you over in her building in a few minutes. She has something to also give you." Agatha didn't take her eyes off you. Taking in how good and desirable you looked in the outfit. How angelic you stood. She almost hated the idea of you alone with Rio, knowing how easily your presence alone worked her up.

"What does she have to give?" You huffed, eyes staring out the large windows and into the empty office. It wasn't a long walk, if you went down a decent amount of floors there was a bridge you could cross inside the buildings. You remember when they had built the new building and the two had straight eyesight of the other's office. It's how you honestly first saw Rio outside of meetings.

Agatha would go over for lunch and leave you in her office. And in the beginning you were oblivious to what was happening across the way, too absorbed in compelling work and making them both proud. But then after about five months had you finally noticed.

The single light was on in the office as it poured rain and you had just finished the agreement type up for some company partnering with the two. You stretched your arms up and sighed happy to be done. Your tired eyes wanted to look out the window and down at the quiet city as it thundered.

From the cars, up the building to different floors that still had light, finally to the single light at the very top. Your eyes had to be playing tricks, otherwise you were watching your boss and her partner have an intimate moment. Rio's back was to you as you watched her breathing grow heavy. Then suddenly, she had flopped back onto the desk and her head fell over the edge. Looking straight to you as she came hard on Agatha's mouth as she kissed her way back up. Biting at her neck before also finding your curious eyes watching them.

The blush you wore had spurred them on and Agatha kept touching at Rio. Letting you watch from afar as she brought her into another orgasm with her fingers deep inside and a thumb to her clit.

You'd be lying if you had said the next morning that you didn't see anything. And when she asked, you froze up and rethought of the night you watched. How it made you thrash against your sheets.

"I..." you had stuttered and felt hot tears begin to form in your eyes and they stung. "I just looked up I didn't mean to!" You had gotten worked up but then she hugged you and had spent the day reassuring you. It was the softest you'd ever seen the woman act.

Your eyes then were nothing like the ones that stared at her now. They weren't soft and inviting and begging to be explored, now they were cold and swarming with your own conflicting ideas. "I don't want to see her."

"Now, sugar we both know that's a lie. You're allowed to be upset and hate us, but you still came back to being our assistant so you still have to go over there. Should spend the day with her. Maybe it'll clear this new bite." She spoke so directly and demanding that you didn't actually even consider saying no. "Go spend the day in Rio's building and by five you'll come back and finish up with me."

"Whatever," you grumbled before swaying your hips a bit more as you walked away, stopping right at the door and dropping your head before inhaling sharply and looking to your right and over your shoulder. "FYI..I'm technically only your assistant."

Your words lingered in her office as you made your way over to Rio's. Taking a few extra minutes talking to a few workers you hadn't seen in awhile. Currently talking to Phil as he was telling you about his wife and asking for advice about their anniversary.

"I mean, I don't want her to think I don't care I.. just don't know." He had concluded. And you felt bad for the man, seeing and hearing how much he really wanted to do something special for his wife.

"Well you could take her out to a nice dinner first, no phones just the two of you. Talk to her and give her your attention and ear." You suggested, going off of what anyone would consider a nice time with their significant other. Something you wished you had experienced maybe once or twice before this job stole your entire days.

And before the man could respond, a hand was on your lower back that was open as you leaned against the man's cubical. You bit back your sigh and eye roll. "What are we talking about?" Rio's voice was already showing her signs of being agitated.

"Phil's being a good husband. He was asking for advice," you said before grabbing his sticky notes and a pen. Writing down some restaurant and a time before handing it back over. "It's a really good spot, don't worry about anything I'll have it all covered for you. All you need to do is show."

He read the name before letting a fragile smile take over. "I really appreciate it. I need a win with her," he thanked before you were pushed by Rio's gaze as she started her way for her office.

"Alright, well I let you get back to work. I hope it goes well!" You bid your best wishes before entering your actual doom. And when you saw Rio leaning against her desk with her head hung you could only laugh at her. "I was helping him do something romantic for his wife. Calm your tits." You dropped all your stuff onto the table with an echoing smack.

"And since when did you give out relationship advice?" She cracked her neck before straightening and facing you. Surprised but not showing it as you were already matching her stance. Her eyes dragged over your body. How she itched to touch you and ruin this perfect look of yours.

"More than you ever would. What do you have for me so I can do my work in peace?" You stepped closer without faltering your held up pose. You came toe to toe with her and tested her everything just because you could.

Rio sucked her tooth, hating the challenge you were posing to her. You got brave without them. "I can't give it to you till you finish a piece in what she gave you. You'll know when to ask me again."

You didn't fight the eye roll. "I get woken up early for a fucking scavenger hunt?" You wanted to scream. You wanted to actually yell so loud at the both of them for such a joke. You pinched the bridge of your nose instead though. "Oh this better be a raise or so help me hell will be unleashed."

And that's the last words you spoke while you tried to figure out what you were doing with the case. You had notes on what was happening, the names involved, the mystery name, and your laptop open. Searching through articles to figure out anything. It was about three hours in when you finally got to the right spot.

A pop up with Rio's picture saying 'congrats! ask for your clue!' You groaned loudly before standing up and standing over by her desk. Waiting for her to look up to acknowledge you before you spoke. Her brown eyes sparkled when she finally did look up. A knowing smirk on her lips as she waited your words. "Can I have my puzzle piece?" You asked sourly, giving a quick glance to your watch and realizing you still had more than five hours left.

"Did you read the fine print?" Rio knew something and it made you grow suspicion on what was about to happen if they had planned this.

You stared at the pop up and read the tiny lettering. "To receive your clue that you've worked hard for, you must deliver two kisses. No." You weren't hesitating at all. "I'm not doing this, I don't care what either of you say." You shook your head and began packing up the file. Perfectly shoving everything into the manila folder and leaving with it in hand. Your heels carrying you faster to Agatha's building to tell her the same thing.

Rio cursed your heels as you left first. How well you walked in them and how fast you could walk in them. She was seconds behind you, trying to keep her cool.

You were quick though, as you were already storming with thundering steps into her building. Finding Agatha already with her arms crossed. In a fit of annoyance you shoved the folder into her chest with enough force to send her one step back. And her quirked eyebrow as she regained balance only made you falter in your confidence.

"I must say, you know how to put those heels to use." Her piercing blue eyes stared down at the white boots that she had in fact paid for. She laid for most of your shoes. "And since you have a new thing for dramatics, might we take this to my office?" She gestured towards the elevator while wearing that smile you knew was mocking you.

You huffed and with crossed arms led to the elevator. Knowing the two had no choice but to follow you and it was a new sight for the prying eyes. You were still a new sight for them.

One day, you're this sweet assistant who always followed them around and blushed under their intense gazes. Then the next you're erased from ever working there. No picture, no explanation, nothing of you was mentioned or left. And for months you were gone. They whispered and spoke over lunch breaks that you had finally cracked and left the two.

But then..then you were back and were entirely different. You no longer were all nice and obeying, you knew how to stand your ground and how to play them. How you led them now. You still had a caring bone in your body, but you also grew an entire back bone in the meantime.

Rio followed in last, locking the door and drawing the blinds on the window right next to the door. The one that would let Agatha see out into the company and watch employees do something meaningless with their lives. When she turned though, she slowed a bit. You sat all precise on the dark wooden desk with your legs crossed and arms still crossed. Agatha sat in a seat below you and just stared up at you. She was left with not many options but to mimic the pose in the other, only Rio leaned back.

Agatha reached for your folded legs and brought your right one to her. A light touch running up your covered leg but still sending a thousand tingles through you. "You're upset, we understand that. But we're trying to make it up to you." She spoke low and it did even more to you.

"By waking me up early for a scavenger hunt? Three hours on that file and I don't even know what I'm looking for." You wanted to cry because it just overwhelming when you just wanted to go home, tired of their games this week. "And simply I'm not giving out kisses for my next clue!"

Agatha hummed, "I know you don't know, sugar." She used her nickname for you, and you swore it was some plan to coax you into the trap.

What's worse? It was working.

"We gave you that file to give you a chance to figure it out yourself. I remember how much you liked to play in my old cases and put pieces together. That beautiful brain of yours always saw something I couldn't." She unzipped your boot pulling off and massaging at your calf. Watching your face fight back from reacting to the touch.

You got up and climbed into Agatha's lap, "well i didn't see anything." You huffed, letting your fingers begin to play with her broach and trace over the pattern.

"Talk it out for us," Rio suggested. "What do you know about the case?"

And so you did. Some name, the mystery name was their prime focus. They had something, maybe information against others. They had plans on how to get the focus to come out willingly and say anything, yet each attempt had a conclusion of failure. This mystery name was too loyal to whoever they worked for. But then, everything in the file had halted after the last attempt that had no conclusion. "But that's all I picked up. Something happened to their focus and it ruined their whole scheme."

"It sounds so simple on paper." Rio lulled her head to look at Agatha. "Just an unfinished project...." you could sense the shift in Rio, how she wasn't annoyed with you anymore, but at something else. "What else?"

You blinked twice before shaking your head, "that's all I got before the clue popped up. Which I'm still not doing. If you two think you can so easily distract me from the truth, you're wrong." You pouted once again, except your words weren't even considered serious as you sat in Agatha's lap still.

"Aren't you curious though? To know what happened? To get that closure?" Agatha's hand had slipped up your back, scratching it with her nails. You remembered when she let you paint them. And looking at the deep purple that coated her nails made you feel like you had been cheated on as her unofficial nail tech.

You heard her question but the nails distracted you more and you hated that it did. That it had the ability to strike a jealous never you hardly showed. It caused you to stand and stare down at her. "Hardly." You hoisted yourself onto the desk again. "Like I said, I'm not interested in your case."

"It's your case." Rio was quick with her response. But you wanted to ignore her. You head not even budging to look in her direction, eyes narrowing on Agatha. "That blacked out name is you, and we were trying to get you to see it your way before hearing it."

You slowly let the pieces fall into place. Everything you read hours ago...it was why they got rid of you. "No. No you don't get to do this."

"It was for your own safety, baby." Rio leaned forward now. Her hands grabbing your other leg and unzipping your other boot. Your lips turned down as you watched her mischievous hands. "They were going to take you, and they were going to use you against us."

"We couldn't let you be a pawn in their game, sugar." Agatha spoke so softly as she just sat in her chair and watched. Watched as once the boot was off you were climbing into Rio's lap differently from hers. You had straddled her unlike how you sat neatly in Agatha's lap.

You held her face and looked deep into her eyes. "So your answer was to leave me?" You whispered, the breaking evident in your words. Even as you swallowed down the lump in your throat. Your eyes were glassy as you stared down.

Rio balanced between both eyes and reached up to hold your cheek, but you dodged back. Forcing her hand to drop down and let you back out her lap. Ignoring the slight pain that grew in her eyes.

You returned to the chair behind the desk now. Dropping into it and just staring at both of them. And for once in your life you witnessed regret and sorrow on their faces. It made you laugh dryly. "Alright. Explain then."

It was a long day in the office. The sun had set in the winter hours and it was only six. They had given you every answer you needed. It ended with you three with drinks in hand.

You had thrown back your first two drinks easily, slowing on the third, and sipping the fourth. Even as you came to finish it and stood on wobbly legs. Suddenly feeling the real effect of those first two. "You know... this should be a lesson to let me in on business more." You swayed your way over. Leaning against the wooden desk and standing up on your tiptoes, mocking your stance in heels. Your eyes lazily stared between the two of them. You were drunk, they knew that, but they had never met this drunk side of you.

You never fully indulged in drinking around them, horrified of all the things you might slip up and say that could cost you your amazing, perfect, made-for-you job. You worked too hard to be their assistant to ruin it on a few drinks. But you had been drunk once around them and it was hardly anything but a mere sway and lightly slurring your words.

The side you were showing now was something more in control. Like you had found your calling while gone and it was to make them bend to your will this time. To worship the ground you walked on, the air you breathed, to wake up and think of how their lives would be nothing without you.

The same way you did for years.

Your eyes, slim and alluring like a siren as you threw back the rest of your drink and sighed. Neither one had anything else to say to you so you pushed off the desk. Leaving the room without much word. But you knew they were watching you away to grab your belongings for the night.

Rio traced the curve in your back as you leaned over to grab your laptop instead of standing in front of your desk to have easier access to everything. She licked her lips as she imagined running a silver blade along it and making you shudder. Then it made her mind wonder to even more ways she could introduce you into knives.

Agatha stared at your chest. The white shirt had really done you well for how basic it was. When you leaned your boobs looked full and kissable. She wondered what they would look like if she got one more chance to cover them in bruises.

Both women were gawking at you, and even as you stood straight up, tying the belt of the black mini dress coat, tossing them a single look before walking out the room. If they knew how smart of a game you were playing, they would've chased you out the door, yet that would be too easy. That night you ended with sprawling out in your bed alone as the world spun around you.

"You make it home alright?" Agatha hadn't even looked up from her phone as she came in. Knowing you'd already be in the room somewhere.

The chair facing the window spun around and there you sat once again. In the boss's chair with a winning smirk on your lips. A black skirt that barely covered anything and a short sleeve knitted top the fit you like a glove. Your hair had more curl and your square glasses rested on the top of your nose. "Some strong drinks you poured. But I'm not here for niceties. Please, have a seat." You gestured to the two seats in front of you.

Agatha had a smile on her lips that was from confusion but she was curious. She wanted to know where you were going today. It was a Friday after all. "I need to leave early tonight. No later than six as I'm having a girls night and we're getting ready together. If you say no, I'll walk." Your hands folded as you leaned forward, using those eyes through your glasses as an advantage.

The brunette huffed her laughter. "You wouldn't walk even if we tried to kill you." She crossed her arms and thought for a moment. "If Rio agrees then yes, you're free to leave early tonight."

You groaned and rolled your eyes. "She never lets anyone go early! You do know I'm on paper only your assistant! You're my boss." You defended your case, this is exactly what you said was going to happen as well. "I haven't had a good night out in months. I deserve this. I deserve to have fun." Your arms crossed as you stared sharply.

"And as your boss, I'm telling you to go ask my partner if she's ok with letting you leave early. Who knows, maybe you can swindle her with that little get-up of yours today." She pulled an arm loose to point you up and down. "I remember her once telling you not to wear that skirt here."

"She doesn't control what I wear. It's cute and I was feeling good while getting ready. It's fashion." You picked a small piece of fuzz off. Then you were up and you came around to the front of the desk. Revealing the rest of your outfit of black tights and black heels.

While Agatha was distracted by taking in your entire form, you took the chance to climb into her lap. Humming as a natural instinct to her warm hands sliding over your hips and ass. How they grabbed at you before sliding to hold your thighs in place. "Oh but this skirt, sugar. It hardly covers any of that perfect ass of yours. We don't want anyone to be staring at you and getting the wrong ideas, do we?"

You stuck out your bottom lip. "Oh but Aggie, you two keep me so locked up in your offices that they only see me when going back and forth. You and Rio are the only two looking at me." You reasoned and you knew it was true.

Agatha mocked your expression, "are you saying you don't enjoy our attention? I mean truly I'm just looking at what I mostly paid for... my little model. Don't you miss it? Being spoiled and getting everything you want?" Her hands were moving up and down, over your ass and pushing you down against her more. Making you overly aware of was behind her zipper.

You stared wide eye for a second before laughing lightly of your shock. "If I got everything I wanted, I'd be leaving early tonight. Please? Pretty, pretty please Aggie?" You pleaded with the biggest puppy eyes you could.

The only thing stopping her from her answer was the door opening. Rio had continently walked in to the sight. "Well she's right her, hun. Go on," her hands rocked you against her. A pleased smile crossing her lips as you didn't stop put instead turned to pout yet she saw the desperation painfully slow begin to trickle into your eyes.

"Ask me what?" Rio came to stand behind the chair. A hand brushing your hair back before skidding to hold your chin to look up at her. She saw the desperation as well and her sinister smile grew. "Oh you're fighting it. You're fighting your want for us. How cute baby!" She was teasing you like she always did.

"I don't want you two..." you managed back, feeling the moan that scratched at the back of your throat.

"No I think you do," Agatha let her hands leave your hips. Watching as you didn't stop, instead you were grinding your hips down against her clothed crotch, realizing it only after it was too late. You let out a hum of disagreement, standing from her lap. Before you left though you took note of how you made a mess on her lap already and you couldn't help the small laugh and blush about it. Agatha had followed your eyes sight and gasped and felt something in her stomach tingle at the view. Her mind raced with how wet you must already be, how easy it would be to slip in and out, in and out...

Rio had turned to look at what you both were looking at, but before she could your hand had her jaw looking down at you. A sneaky smile on your face as you came around the chair. Fingers playing along the collar of her dark green button up. "I need to leave early tonight. No latter than six. I expect a yes, if not I walk." You stood in front of her, standing on your tiptoes and pulling her in by her chin. Her silence made you quirk a brow. "Well?"

Her lip twitched up as she enjoyed this act all too much. "Is this a life or death event happening?" She was running her eyes over your entire being. She tucked some hair back behind your ear, seeing the assistant she had first met. "Although, I don't think you should if this is how you're dressing around the offices. Remember last time you wore that skirt?"

You bit your bottom lip and shook your head, "this is fashion, something you could learn a thing or two about." You had teased, knowing that woman knew how to wear her clothes right. "But you don't wanna risk it really do you?"

Rio sucked her canine tooth and smiled, "I guess you'll have to walk then. But, you wouldn't risk it would you?" She matched your stare and it gave her the chance to watch your emotions change up on the flick of a switch.

You abruptly had stepped back and crossed your arms. "I don't even know why I have to ask her! I only need your permission here! You're my boss, not her!" You stomped your foot, looking right past Rio and right to Agatha.

In that moment, you saw the nerve you struck as Agatha came up to give a reassuring squeeze to the other shoulders. Her expression itself expressed her sudden disappointment with you. "You can take the day. We'll see you on Monday." Her voice was steady.

And if you weren't so focused no the fact you got your way and more, you would've slid a half-assed apology before strutting out. Taking the rest of the morning to really sleep and enjoy your new found free time.

"'mmm go get some fresh air!" You shouted over the music to your friend, Wanda. You had squeezed her hand before stumbling your way to the back porch and leaning against the railing.

And you don't know what really was happening, the weight of the alcohol blurring your vision and leaving you almost blind. All you knew was you were feeling the winter air breezing over your exposed skin. It was cold and all you wanted was the warmth Agatha's touch brought.

"Sugar?" Her voice filled your ears and you had been quick to smile and look around.

"Aggie!" The happiness in your voice was obvious. "Aggie, did you know...." You were speaking but your eyes were hardly focusing on the party inside and the round of shots Nat had brought to the table, waving you in. "Mmm hang on sunshine, they wanna do more shots."

Agatha tried to protest but knew it fell on deaf ears as the music picked back up and she heard the laughter of the group you were with. It was a chorus of drunk giggles. It blocked out the sound of her thundering heart.

"You know, the milf at the bar has been eyeing you all night!" Nat had nudged her head towards the bar, her eyes trained to yours. "You should take her up on that offer!"

Agatha's blood boiled at the thought of anyone besides herself or Rio touching along your smooth skin. She tried to protest, but it didn't get far as you began speaking again. "No, listen...I'm in love with my boss...her partner too, but they're really attractive...I'd do it, honestly. I'd let them get nasty with it." You words slurred as you confessed to your friends.

"You're doomed! Those women will tear you apart and then leave you with nothing!" Yelena scoffed at your antics with love. "Why not find someone who is going to really take care of you!"

You frowned, you hated when your friends questioned Agatha's true intentions. They were always unclear to you and to them. "You guys wouldn't get it! You all like the boring! My Aggie loves to spoil me."

Over hearing your words tugged at Agatha's heart. The way you talked about her to your friends when highly intoxicated. She knew you had meant those words without realizing.

"You truly are under her spell!" Wanda scrunched her nose, looking lazily over the drinks. "We can go one more shot and 'nother round of drinks." She decided not giving it a second as she dragged you with her back to the bar.

She had began to order, while the milf had began to take interest in you. "Aren't you a pretty one," her eyes ran over your body. "What's your name, hun?" Wanda had leaned in and answered for you. "It's fitting, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. You single baby?" You grimaced at the way she referred to you, it wasn't the same way Rio called you baby, but once again Wanda had answered for you.

"What's your name?" You had finally managed your own voice as you stared down into this woman's almost black eyes. She wasn't drawing you in the same way your bosses did, she dragged you in with that hungry glint.

"Lilia..Lilia Calderu. Let me buy you another drink?" She let her hand rest on your hip and give it a squeeze. You let out an involuntary moan as she pulled you closer into her space. Her floral perfume invading your nose just ever so slightly. It was light was all you knew, and mixed with heavy smoke. "My goodness, aren't you a sensitive one?"

You blushed under her words, a hand resting on her shoulder to stabilize yourself from swaying. A tiny voice screamed for you to get it together, but the amount of drinking you had done..."what time even is it?" You hummed, your brows furrowing as you searched for your phone.

"In your hand hun, your phone." Lilia laughed, she deemed you too drunk for anything she had planned, but she was still gonna have her fun. She twisted her wrist to see her watch. "It's past two in the morning. You have a bed time or something?"

You gasped, snapping your spinning gaze onto her. "I do not! I am capable of staying out late whenever I please, because I'm a grown up." You sassily reminded her. "Ya' know, Madame Calderu if anything I should be asking if you have a bed time!"

The woman snorted at your joke and it caused you to giggle along. "You truly are an interesting one. I had a long work day and needed something to ease it. I run a big company, and it's constantly full of dumb questions and dumb people."

You laughed a little more at that, "you sound like my boss. She would tell me the same thing after a meeting." Your pupils began to dilate as you talked about Agatha. "Even her partner, she's like my second boss basically, would say the same thing. They're not really people-people. I don't know how they're CEO's." You were carelessly rambling, but it meant something to you as you spoke. Wishing that they were both there with you. You'd love to party with them, seeing if they could keep up with your partying.

"And who do you work for?" Lilia broke into your thoughts eventually. She had watched you space off for a moment there, and she studied you then. You had more with these bosses than you were willing to tell her, a stranger in a bar.

Yet, as you went to answer an arm was pulling you away and the only thing you could really grasp was the cold air on your skin again. "Hey!" You finally cried out, trying to stabilize your vision to save yourself. "Let go!"

"Baby! Baby..it's me. It's Rio. Agatha sent me since I was closer to you." She dropped her hold and raised her hands in surrender. Her eyes dropped over your outfit silently, the deep red silk that wrapped your body and just barely covered everything. Rio would have to go into your closest and really get a look at everything you owned. She wasn't oblivious to how expensive it was, she grew curious if you had bought it or if it was gifted.

Yet that thought slipped from her mind as she felt your arms wrap around her tightly. She listens as you deeply inhaled her cologne and laced your fingers through hers while the other hand found the nape of her neck, twisting the baby hairs. "There was a lady..." you whined into her body.

She felt frozen at your sudden change in your tough demeanor. Earlier, you had her thinking you hated her very being all over again, and now it seemed you wanted to be wrapped up in the very same being. "Really? What was she like?"

"Not like you and Aggie...I told my friends no but they didn't care. It's cold, Ri..." You snuggled in closer to her body heat. Humming in content when a coat was dropped around you.

Rio scooped you up and carried you to her car, holding your thigh as you drifted in and out of sleep. Pleased to know that you weren't a stubborn drunk. She listens as you mumbled incoherently a few times. "mmm..."

"Yes baby?" Rio lightly squeezed your plush thigh, head going between you and the road. "Do you need anything?"

You gave another groan, "'mmm be sick.." you began to feel the awful churning in your stomach, something you hadn't experienced since college. You rolled your head to stare at the whizzing road ahead of you, it was unfamiliar territory but there were houses that were grand all around you. "Where?"

There wasn't an answer as she pulled into a driveway and quickly carried you inside, dropping you near the upstairs bathroom and doing everything else to set you right for the night. Setting out a big shirt and new underwear for you.

You hunched over the toilet and felt the world continue to spin, not realizing anything and just letting the universe steer you in the right path. You let out a loud enough groan to bring Rio in. You sensed her in the door , "I need to brush my teeth." You whined.

She laughed but helped you with it anyways. Holding your waist so you would stay upright as your hand lazily moved to clean off any alcohol. Once you were done, you had stood still and swayed as Rio had left you.

You needed to change next. The silk dress wasn't going to be comfortable to sleep in. But you were so unstable. Even as your wobbly legs moved while you clawed at your shoes to get out of them, ignoring Rio's presence and striping bare in front of her.

Rio stood and watched you from the door, eyes shamelessly drinking you in. Being stopped as the fabric of the green shirt covered everything but your legs sculpted by Aphrodite herself. "Do you need anything else, baby?"

You flopped into her luxurious bed and moaned at how the comforter ate you alive. "Stay with me..." You managed out before your eyes had finally shut for the night.

The brunette was left to fight her own battle: get into the bed with you or sleep in the unmade guest room. She was heavily leaning to the latter, remembering the looks you've given her in the past few weeks. It was familiar, but she had just gotten you to like her before they had to leave you. Although, her answer was made as she watched your sleeping form pat around and then whine without her next to you. So, she changed quickly and climbed next to you carefully. Breath hitching as you gained a new strength and pulled her to the middle with you, having a death grip on the woman's waist as your head buried into her side and your lips subconsciously pressed into her ribs.

"G'night my moonlight," you weren't aware of the old nickname that slipped out. Nor were you aware of how Rio shuddered and finally returned your hold as she could rest comfortably now.

The inevitable hangover you had was the worst start to your Saturday. You didn't even have to fully be awake to feel the truck hitting your body full force. You felt sore and heavy, but maybe that's because you have a body on top of you.

Wait.

Your eyes peeled open and you were instantly staring at Rio. You felt confused and lost. It showed through the sleepy crease between your brows and the frown on your lips.

Rio never thought you looked more breathtaking. She understood why Agatha wanted you all for herself. This sight alone was enough to want to kill anyone else who thought to see it.

There were no words exchanged for the first few seconds. But then the more you stared at her, the more you looked up into the adoring brown eyes, the more you felt your heartbeat thump against your chest.

Your mouth opened slightly then closed again, a broken noise threatening to come out instead of words. Even as your bottom lip began to quiver, you didn't know how to start.

"We once were a harmony." She had whispered into the still air. Your eyes began to sparkle with tears. "No...no my sweet, don't cry. I know it's been hard for you. Putting up this big mean act cause you're scared. If I'm honest, and you'll have to promise not to tell Agatha, but I'm scared too. I'm scared you won't remember the good things about me. That I'll have to breakdown for you all over again." She was being vulnerable with you for the first time since you'd been back.

"I haven't forgotten a single thing about you Rio...it's why I wasn't ever capable of actually hating you both. There was too much for me to really believe you'd ever leave me like that..." You confided, the lingering thought that stayed deep in the shadows of your brain. Never daring to come up to anyone until now. "Kiss me?" You kept your lips slightly parted.

You listened to her shuddering gasp before wasting no more time to kiss you. Her lips slotting perfectly with yours like they've been there before. They moved sensually with yours as they led. The kiss itself wasn't anything rushed or too fierce, it was slow and meaningful. Filled with unspoken apologies and promises.

Yet when your tears were slipping into the kiss, those brown eyes were back and scanning your every detail. "Baby what do you need?" She tried, you could feel her shaking hands against your face. It wasn't like her. To be scared. But she couldn't help it as she didn't know what to do to help you. Agatha wasn't here to fully soothe you the way she would, Rio hardly knew any of your ticks and bits.

But your hand was quick to fist her shirt and push her back against the mattress. Putting you with the upper hand as tears fell from your eyes onto her cheeks. Her heart thumped loudly at the sight. "My moonlight..." you whispered. "My moonlight." You were a little more confident with it. "My moonlight." You said it as you meant it. You pushed off her and immediately booked it out her room.

You ran into the room that you had there (you stayed in it all of once). You hid it in there for her because you knew they'd never look in that room. You began to rummage through the drawers that had almost nothing in them. Your fingertips running over the smooth leather as you pulled it out. You wasted no time returning to her on the bed, still in the same spot.

You jumped on top of her and she made a small 'oof' but at your wide smile she couldn't be mad. You had to give it to her now or it would forever be forgotten. " 'm sorry bout what I said the other day. I wanted to go out and you were being stubborn."

She laughed at that and it made your heart feel ten times lighter and your smile touched your eyes. "I was the stubborn one?" She pinched your side. You told yourself to ignore the disappearing pain because that's what she would want.

But you didn't. "You thought I was running...didn't you?" Your smile began to drop and you held her face with both your warm hands. She lost your gaze and you sighed. "I went to get you something. I had gotten it for you before, ya' know." You brought the casing around, scooting down onto her thighs so she could sit up to open it.

Her hand undid the string that wrapped it close and it opened up to reveal a knife. It was intricately designed and had a curve to it. Green designed all over the handle. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of it, forgetting how good it looked for her. And when she picked it up and held it, it only proved that it was for her.

"Do you like it?" You stared intently and soaked in everything.

Rio looked up to you, seeing how your eyes were on her and nobody but her. You were giving her all your attention. "I'll carry it with me everywhere baby." She hummed, leaning in and placing a kiss to your covered chest.

You bit your lip as you glowed with pride. "I knew you would. Aggie said you wouldn't, but I told her I was set on getting you something while we were off on our buisness trip. I figured, well if they left me behind alone I'd hope they'd bring me a gift at least. So I dragged her around Japan till we had found the right one."

"It's beautiful, thank you." She was earnest in her words. Setting it aside and letting her arms snake around you and hold you close to her. She listened to your steady heartbeat. "What is it you want to do today?"

You forgot you had an actual day still ahead of you. And as your arms dropped on her shoulders and played in her brown hair you only shrugged. "I have a severe hangover." You pouted.

Rio laughed, "and what if we take it easy today then go out tonight? Invite Agatha with?" She wanted to see you free and how ever you were last night. But you shook your head no.

"What if, me and you stayed here? Just like this...only horizontal?" You leaned all your weight to the side and tipped you both over. Giggling as you fell with a soft thump into the blanket.

For a second you had just stared at her though. Watching as your silence began to confuse the air as it went on. "Did you know, the moon is rumored to be the reason we have water?"

"Really? And what made you think of that?"

"Well we need water to survive, and if we were never given the moon we'd probably have no water. So I'm saying if it wasn't given you, I'd probably be dying?" The confession was sudden, and so was the peck that chased after it.

The soft knock on the door made you sit up immediately, eyes landing on Agatha and your smile grew. You turned back down to Rio, giving her a longer kiss before running to the others arms. You wanted her to know that you were coming back for her, and that was a promise.

"Oh! Aggie! You'll never believe how this morning has been. Come! Join us!" You were eager to be surrounded again, now that you remembered why you were always coming back to them. "And Rio, she liked the knife from Japan."

Agatha looked to the other and raised a brow, a nod confirming her very suspicion. "So you're not upset with us anymore?" You shook your head brightly. Seeing it deep in those blue eyes her need to hear the only thing that could really confirm this wasn't some sick joke on her.

"My sunshine...come, out of business and into a big shirt!" You got giddy at the nickname and skipped around the room. Neither one knowing where this energy had come from.

But once Agatha obeyed your wishes, you jumped right between the two and sat on your knees gawking at them. You couldn't help to take in everything about them in this reunion. Seeing their frustrations slowly slip away as they knew it'd be ok again.

"Our universe," you giggled before lying down. Agatha coming close behind you as you faced Rio who was just slightly below you. "A perfect orbit."

It was dark out as the sun had finally set, you sat in Agatha's office clearly distracted by her outfit of the day. Her white silk top unbuttoned and tucked into her purple slacks made you drool. She had rolled her sleeves up during lunch with Rio and you had lost all thoughts since.

She was reading the article that had just dropped about someone you were uninterested in. "Did you hear me?"

You blinked and hummed, "no I'm sorry Aggie. What did you say?" You had moved from your spot on the couch and around to the side of her desk, sitting against the edge. You glanced at the screen and it was half way through. The only thing that stood out was a name.

Lilia Calderu.

"Hey! That name seems familiar." You pointed to it. Agatha following your hand to the name, which she rolled her eyes at.

"She's one of our next partners. She's supposed to be coming in later tonight to meet with Rio and I. Her company would really benefit with us on both ends." Agatha explained as a hand began to play at the hem of your skirt. She didn't miss the way you shuffled a half-step closer. "Why does it seem familiar?"

You thought for a moment to pick it out, yet nothing came to. "I don't know...maybe I read it in the schedules? Do I have to stay and be there?"

"You got a hot date or something?" She raised a brow at how eager you seemed to leave. Yet, you shook your head and gave an 'uh-uh'. "If you can be good and stay, we'll do whatever you want when we get home ok?"

"You got a deal!" You agreed, sealing it with a kiss. Knowing the full seal would be with Rio as well. Which meant you had a trip to take. "I'm going to her now, probably will come in with her."

Agatha laughed lightly to herself. A month ago you would've cried for having to spend time in Rio's office. "You liking her more than me, sugar?"

You gasped at such an idea. "Aggie! How could you! You know I like you both for different reasons. You can't compete when not even in the same field. You are my Aggie, my sunshine, my purple goodness! Especially in this outfit...you've both been taking my advice!" You traced your fingers over the expensive material. Dusting it off before finding home in her lap.

"You always know how to say the right thing, how?" Agatha let her hands slip onto your hips and caress them with her thumb.

"It's because I tell the truth. I'll always be truthful with you as long as you both stay truthful with me." Your pinky was raised between you both and Agatha flickered to it before back up. "Promise it and I promise to never leaver your side." The seriousness in your eyes warmed the woman and she couldn't just ignore your pinky.

That moment carried Agatha through the rest of the night. She had finished up a few papers and had set the ones that needed Rio's signature over. It was peaceful and calm, even when Lilia showed up. But obviously something had to go wrong. And it started as soon as you stepped in the meeting with Rio.

The air stilled once Lilia had dawned her eyes on you. "So we meet again," she smiled at you. "Didn't think it was going to be here of all places." Your brows furrowed as you didn't remember her right away, but as you watched her sit and saw her at this new angle, she flashed through you mind and a sudden blush rose to your cheeks.

This was embarrassing.

"You two have met?" Agatha raised her own perfectly done brow, side glancing to Rio who was also confused.

"We have," Your voice was so careful, scared to give away too much but scared to lie to them when you had the proof right in front of them.

The room was quiet, only for a second. "Well, let's get to it. Don't wanna stay all night in the offices!" Agatha clapped and took her seat at the head of the table.

Rio stepped closer, dragging you with her and behind them. There you sat for most of the meeting, shifting slightly in a corner any time Lilia drank in your presence. You didn't know what this woman was capable of but if her stare was anything to go by, you could tell she was meant for the CEO life. It was both neutral and filled with expressions. One second her brows would be furrowed and then she's glowing with happiness.

You had no idea what was being said either, too engrossed in fluttering eyes between the three women. Watching their faces change with the ideas and bargains they threw onto the table. Agatha showed it in how her eyebrows would slightly twitch, Rio's was her lip, and Lilia would narrow her eyes a little. You did your best to tune back in.

"I said not right away. That's finale. If it happens further down the line on her own account, then it does, but until then you will take what we've given you." Agatha bit. You couldn't see the daring eyes she was using, but you had assumed she had some look as Lilia seemed to accept defeat a little.

Her brown eyes bored into you next. Taking in your presence and sighing. "She's loyal to you two anyways. Don't know what type of spell you put that poor girl under." She rolled her eyes before standing. Reaching out her hand to shake theirs and accept the deal. "It was a pleasure doing business. I'll have Jen send over our half of documents with signatures by Friday."

The room moved and you had moved with it, only as you went to also shake the woman's hand, Agatha pushed you forward and out the way. "Have a nice night Ms. Calderu." She slowly bowed her head and you stepped back watching the older woman walk out.

You didn't know what to say, not knowing what their reactions would be to anything. Instead you followed them both back to Agatha's office. Noting how warm it was in contrast to the meeting room.

"So? Do you want to further explain why she knew you?" Agatha spoke lightly. Her heels clicked as she rounded the desk. She had opened a drawer but hid whatever she pulled out in her pocket.

You switched your gaze to Rio, never loosing her eyes as she moved to be next to Agatha. Doing the exact same thing of pulling something out a drawer and hiding it. You didn't quite understand the feeling that you were going through. You were intrigued, curious, but petrified and nervous. You didn't know what they were up to and it made you stumble on your words. "We...at the bar the other week..." you managed.

The two stepped from behind the desk, leaning against it and painfully slow racking their eyes up and down you. Knowing smirks as you shifted in your stance. "Is that who you were talking to when I got there?" Rio raised a brow. Your nod made something bubble deep in her gut as she remembered how Lilia's hands were holding you close.

"You were flirting with other woman?" Agatha shot you a faked look of hurt. She stuck out her bottom lip and titled her head.

But you were quick to deny these allegations. "No! Never! Aggie you know I would never," you reassured. "...I drank a lot that night but I know nothing happened. I woke up with Rio the next morning and had no marks on me."

"Promise?" She raised her pinky, knowing it was childish, but you always said you never broke a pinky promise.

And as Rio raised her pinky, they couldn't help the smiles as you practically flew over to connect your pinkies and seal it with a kiss to their knuckles. "Promise." You were so confident in your word.

Then it was smooth the next few moves. Rio tugged you into her arms, putting your back to her front and arms wrapping around your waist as she kissed along your neck. Agatha had stepped closer as you gasped and with a feather light touch, held your cheek and kissed you. It was a moment of tranquility now. They weren't rough or saying anything to tease how you squirmed from just the simplicity. They were letting you revel in it.

Your own hands separated ways, one going to the back of Agatha head and the other into Rio's hair. You need to be grounded to something, anything to tell you this was happening and not some story.

Agatha pulled away first, staying close but just enough to see both you and Rio. "Sugar, we have something we want to give you. For being so good to us."

You beamed, but then instantly dropped it. "Wait but I don't have anything for either of you!" You frowned as they both chuckled.

"You're not supposed to, that's why it's a surprise. You've gone through more than you would've because of us. But you've stuck with us," Rio explained close to your ear.

You didn't say anything else as her hand came around and held a small box up. Your mind began to race at whatever was in there, because surely they wouldn't be proposing in the offices? Agatha raised a matching box parallel to Rio's. You wanted to figure it out before they told you. Even as you reached to just rest your hands on top of theirs. "What's happening right now?" You sounded out of breath, surprising yourself mostly.

But neither one answered and just slightly raised their hands up more. Giving you no choice but to open the boxes with her loving eyes trained to your every micro expression. You started with Agatha's, naturally eager for any gift shed ever give you. It was a gold ring, the band leading to a gorgeous sun that made your heart ram against your chest. Although, the rays didn't circle all the way around which at first you thought was odd, it was incomplete but still beautiful. And as your precious eyes went to stare up, your words ran from you as Agatha was softly smiling down at you and it was genuine. You saw how it hit her eyes and how they swarmed with warmth and comfort. Her eyes suddenly dropped over to Rio's hand and Rio, teasing you to follow them. There was another box to be open. Your hands shook just slightly as they peeled back the top. You swore tears had began to sting your eyes as you stared down at the silver band. The moon right in the middle was a crescent moon that had stars that finished the rays. You slowly pushed their hands together and pieced it together. The rings stacked, and they were your sunshine and moonlight. A single tear rolled down your cheek as you began to glow.

But then you peaked something from behind the boxes. Both had a matching band on their ring fingers. Your eyes instantly snapped up and you showed your confusion without hesitation. Meanwhile, your hand turn over Agatha's ringed hand. You felt the excitement run through you as you let your eyes fall. Lo and behold was a diamond detailed band with the earth in the middle residing on her ring finger. You couldn't help the laugh and squeal you let out as you slipped on their rings finally. Putting them together on your own ring finger and staring in awe. Quickly gasping, "wait, what do these mean?"

"A promise that we're always going to be here for you. For our universe." Agatha had whispered, grabbing the boxes and setting them on the desk. Coming back to hold your face in her hands and really just take you in. "A promise that we won't let anything ever happen to you again."

"A promise that we'll always have your back against the anything and anyone." Rio tightened her grip on your waist. "A promise that we'll kill anyone who even tries to hurt you."

To that you laughed and embraced their holds as you engrained the very moment in to your memory forever. How they made you feel internally, not to forget how their words physically seemed to warm you up as well. "And what is it I seemed to have already promised you two?" You raised the question playfully raising a brow.

"Just promise us your love." Agatha began.

"Your attention." Rio continued. And they went back and forth.

"Your affection."

"Your wishes."

"Your dreams."

"Your thoughts."

"Just promise us you won't leave." Her blue eyes were begging you. And so were the brown ones on the side of you. They needed those words to come tumbling out of your mouth and swear it to them. And you were ready to give it to them, but with how serious it became you had the need to lighten the mood above all of it.

"Sounds like you want me to say it first," you blushed up to Agatha. A hand slipped from Rio's to cup her cheek and bring her closer to you. And it earned you a light scoff and a smirk, which you would take. "I promise to love you both forever and ever...mmh but I don't promise to be your assistant forever and ever." You squinted your eyes slightly. Earning this time a verbal scoff.

Rio rounded from behind you, "why not?!" She frowned, not getting what you were getting at in the moment. To that you gave your own laugh.

"This job is brutal! Do you know how demanding you two are?" You jabbed a finger into her chest, but then you let it curl around the green tie she wore and pulled her in close as well. "I expect a proposal better than in the offices just so you two know." Your words were fierce as your eyes sparkled in innocence. You so perfectly knew how to use those eyes to your advantage.

Hands were all over your bare body as you gasped between them. "I've missed your noises," Rio spoke against your neck. Her hands slipped from where it was to under you boobs, dragging her nails following your bones. Throbbing at the lower toned moaned you released at the feeling of it. She wondered....Agatha's hands slipped over your hips to the front of your thighs, humming in agreement to the claim. "Do you trust me baby?" She backed off from you and grabbed your jaw to bring you to look at her. Smirking at the blown out pupils as you just adored her. You nodded, dumbly.

She smiled and left the room, but she had whispered to Agatha something waiting for some signal before she did leave. "Rio will be a minute, sugar. But that doesn't mean we have to stop...why don't we warm you up, hmmm?" asked before sinking her teeth into the expanse of your neck. Listening to you whimper before quickly spinning around to be facing her. A dopey grin as you found her eyes just as blown as your own. You loved when it was in these moments.

"Aggie..." You said it in a way as if you hadn't seen her in forever. "Mmm I agree, though." Your tone had shifted as you pulled her closer and blushed, "I've missed you like this. Half dressed and ready to eat me alive."

She gasped but then lightly chuckled, "oh hun, I've been ready to devour you since the first day you came back. Wanted to fuck that little attitude of yours out. You were so bratty...should've bent you over my knee and given you a spanking honestly." Her hands slid over your ass and squeezed.

"You didn't like a little resistance?" You teased as you let a finger twirl in her waves of darkness. "I enjoyed it, I liked watching you get all flustered at such an attitude." You began shifting around with her so easily, going from your knees to her leaning over you from between your legs. "And then, when I would go back to the apartment you kept for me, I fucked myself at the thought of you. Thinking of how I sometimes did still wish for you to rail me."

"Sometimes? Sugar, we both know you waited for me to fuck you every day since the first. We both held out, but now? Now I'm gonna make up for all those days spent giving longing glances and teasing." She began kissing her way down your body as she spoke, starting from your jaw.

She lingered around your thighs, peppering kisses all over. Hushing you as you whined and grabbed at the bed sheets. Dragging her tongue up the inner side of your thighs, she nipped you. "Patience, remember? We have all night together, just relax and enjoy it." Her lips pressed over where she bit and she delivered her first swipe through your folds. Humming at the sweet taste of you. She decided not to comment on how wet you really were, already coating her chin as she slowly licked you up.

You were lost in a new world. It had been too long since you felt her like this and your body craved more. It needed her touch in every possible way till you physically couldn't take anymore. You wanted to be fucked out that hard, but you knew they weren't going to right away.

"Aggie..." you wanted to fight the need that shined under her attention. Even as you knew your eyes betrayed you and stared wide at her, allowing her into your every thought.

"You'll always be our world, right?" She spoke lowly against you. Her warm breath blowing you like a leaf closer to the edge. Teasing and keeping you right there, focusing on whether you're going to fall over or if you're going to find your footing and balance.

You felt a weight in your chest, along with one on your ring finger. You had said it only mere hours ago, but it feels heavier this time. Not like you were pledging your eternal love, but now you were promising them your entire being. "Promise." You exhaled everything.

Agatha was back on you in seconds. Her tongue moving faster, harder, wiser, teasing you at the edge again. Only this time she blew you over with a simple swipe and you came with a cry of her name and a squeeze to her hand splayed on your stomach.

"Having all the fun without me?" Rio's voice slipped through the ringing in your ears. She stood at the edge of the bed behind Agatha, her fingers creeping up her spine and to her hair while Agatha sat up.

"Well, we both agreed we should warm up. Not our fault you took too long." Her blue eyes were glowing while she smiled at you. "Sugar, do you need another minute?"

Her nails lightly scratched up your bent legs, and you hummed. Sitting up right as well, and letting an eager grin take over your lips. "What do you two have planned?"

They both had this glow in their eye, one that spoke many things to you. But most prominently, tonight was all about making you feel good. Spoiling you for all the time that had been missed.

When you looked at Agatha first, you blushed under her intense blues. They always made you feel so special. That nothing was going to touch you without killing her first. Then you jumped to Rio. Her cheeks reddened under your loving gaze but her eyes stayed loyal and dedicated. That she didn't need anyone else to pay attention to her, she just needed you.

"Tonight baby, we want to make you feel the most special. To try something new for a new start.." Rio shifted closer, yet still trying hidden by Agatha.

"Sugar," her voice grabbed your attention back to her. "Rio wants to try something new with you, are you up for it?" Agatha adored how your brows furrowed in confusion. "She wants to see how well you can ride, I've talked you up so much she just wants to see herself."

The idea made you hum in approval. And when Agatha crawled away, she revealed the black strap harnessed around the other. "Go on baby, get it nice and wet for yourself." Rio spoke lowly. Her hips seemed to be struggling to contain themselves the moment you licked a slobbery strip up your hand. Wrapping around the silicone and tugging her close.

"Always so fierce for what's yours sugar..." Agatha started situating herself on the side of you, her hands constantly exploring your exposed back. "We're all yours hun, nobody will ever take us from you."

Your plush lips wrapped around the tip, "Promise." Rio moaned, almost like she could feel the sensation of your slow bobs up and down.

Your eyes formed through your lashes up to her, going deeper on her till your nose hit her stomach. Rio nearly came undone right there, how good you looked with her stuffing your mouth.

"Just like that hun, take all of her. Such a good girl." Agatha brushed your hair back, fingertips ghosting your skin every time. It made your spine shake with a shiver.

"You're so good at sucking dick baby. I could have you in this position forever." Rio groaned as she bucked only slightly into your mouth. Her hands began to fidget at her side.

You hummed around her and glanced towards Agatha. Hoping she caught your message. And even though she wasn't one for rough housing her perfect girl, she wasn't going to speak for the other woman. "You can be rough with her...in fact she likes it. I don't give it to her cause I'd hate to ruin my precious doll, but she couldn't care less about being made a mess. To be a dirty girl for a change."

The words rang in the air and you felt your chest tighten with need. Just as you were about to pull off, Rio twisted a fistful of your hair and began throat fucking you. Something took over and she just couldn't stop. The way you gagged drew her in. The tears made her heart squeeze. She couldn't get enough of you.

Her hips started snapping and you questioned how much longer you could keep up. Agatha watched from the side as you started to seem unsure. "Rio..ease up." She murmured. The protectiveness in her sneaking to the front line.

But Rio didn't slow down. Chasing after her own high. "Mmh, I'm so close...her mouth is just so fucking amazing..." she used her free hand to wipe away your spilled tear.

Your hand stated to shift in the sheets. Making their way to the quick hips, trying to slow them just a little bit. "Rio, I said ease up." Agatha stated more firmly. Raising to her knees to meet the brown eyes.

You had managed however to push out her grasp. Gasping for air as your airways opened back up. Lying on your back, you couldn't help but begin to giggle. A hand between your thighs as the squeezed together. Your knees were bent in the air, blocking the two of them from view.

You'd never felt so used before. You loved it. The way Rio ignored it because she knew you could take more, it made you warm and fuzzy. At some point you must've slipped away into your own world. Letting the argument be distant in your hearing.

You rose to be sitting, a deep red over your cheeks as you eyed the glistening strap. "You always that rough?" You sighed dreamily. "It was hot...so incredibly sexy.." you crawled your way across the mattress and right into her lap. "You've got me a mess, Rio...."

The dildo seemingly disappeared as you slid down effortlessly onto her. Whimpering and whine at the stretch the moment you bottomed out. Her hands, desperate and eager to touch you even more, held you. "I bet you've been waiting for someone to treat that little slit in you huh?" She wasted no time in moving you. Up and down, up and down, slow and steady. Every ridge scrapped along your walls in a delicious manner.

"Mm-hmm," you buried your face into her neck. Soft kisses touch her flesh and you felt the shove run into her fingertips. "Fuck me hard Rio."

It took mere seconds for her strong arms to throw you onto your back. Ta king you towards the end of the bed more and instantly building a pace. Rio seemed to know her way with fucking hard.

The tip of her hit deep in your stomach, each time a lewd moan rolled through your body. It was a bliss you never had before.

Agatha wondered if you enjoyed the rough housing more than her soft loving. She watched how your face contorted with smiles at the pleasure. Then they fell down to your boobs jiggling with every thrust. They were round and young. The way Rio's black manicured nails dug into your skin as she kneaded them. Down to where you and the brunette connected. Watching how it was shinning and sliding.

"Gods, I could watch you be fucked all day long. You like how hard Rio's pounding into you? And here I thought you were a perfect girl." Agatha cooed next to you. Her blue eyed seriously drank in the sight before her. Although not her speed, she enjoyed watching you finally get what you've always wanted.

Your fist clenched around the sheets, your knuckles were white as bone. A series of high pitched moans and cries were the only thing to begin to escape you. Your breath struggling to find itself, you needed a grounding to the burning sensation in your body.

Right as you leaped from the ledge your hand grasped to Agatha's. Taking a sharp gasp in as you succumbed to the roughest fucking of your life.

Rio fell limp over you, kissing your thumping pulse in your neck. "Thank you baby," she mumbled. If you were correct, it seemed she was tired all ready.

"I want something from you Rio..." you panted only slightly. Eyed twinkling with a thought as you rolled your head to find Agatha staring at your naked bodies intensely. "I want you to fuck Aggie the way you did me.."

Both woman snapped their stares to each other. Blushing madly at the idea. They've only ever shared you, never themselves. They hated each other most of the time.

Rio slid out of you, pushing your legs from around her towards your chest. Carefully rolling you out the way for the brunette to take your spot.

"We've never..." Agatha seemed nervous for the first time you've ever know her. "Not out of love at least.."

"So you've done it out of hate before?" You quirked a brow, scooting in your knees closer to her. Standing tall to look just ever so slightly down at her. "It's my night, Aggie..I just wanna see you feel good. To watch you struggle to contain your composure just once. I'll never ask again." Your words were true and your eyes innocent of lies.

So, the woman agreed. Delivering a kiss to your sternum before taking the position you held not too long ago. Her sharp blue eyes trained to Rio above her. The black strap glistened with you as it rest mere moment away.

You on the other hand had second motives. You slid from the bed with a slight wobble, rounding to stand right behind Rio. Nails lightly scratching up her back and down her arms. "I bet you've wanted her like this for ages. Accepting what would give you but never being able to give anything back."

"So many nights thrown over a desk after an argument. Just because she had to be right." Rio grunted. Hands trailing the pale thighs in front of her.

You hummed, "Aggie never was one for taking. She always has to give. But I think she liked watching us. Just look how soaked she is." You eyed her glistening folds. Dark brown curls shined with an unknown want.

Agatha shifted ever so slightly. "Are you gonna talk her through the entire thing?" Her eyes narrowed only a bit.

You flashed a false smile. All your attention back to the other. Your arms ghosted up her muscular arms. "I bet you could get away with manhandling her. These arms.." you sighed before licking up the muscle as it flexed.

Rio shivered under the feeling, the cold air in the room raising goosebumps up her arms. "She's so soft.." nails dug in and yanked her closer. The tip waited right there. Dark eyes peaked up, catching glossy blues that silently begged for it. "So you don't hate me still?"

With the last of her resistance crumbling, Agatha shook her head frantically. "No...no I never-" her confession was cut short by a loud cry.

You had pushed Rio's hips forward. Lips attaching to the side of her neck and sucking hard. After a few seconds you let up with a clean 'pop'. "We can confess after...how does it feel? Being that deep in the big, bad Agatha Harkness?"

Rio's breath was shaky, "good. Really fucking good." She let her hands get the right grip before easing into a brutal pace.

You watched from behind amazed. Agatha was squirming against the mattress, unable to control her response. She was helpless against the pleasure.

"Doesn't it feel so good to be the one out of control? Doesn't Rio feel good?" You cooed from over the shoulder.

"So fucking good," her hands finally found a grip in the sheets. "Don't stop, shit!" Agatha pushed herself further into the sickening pace.

You hummed, pleased with such a view. But you wanted to be in on this one. With a dripping core you rounded to straddle Agatha's stomach. You face Rio, grabbing her face and kissing her deeply. "When she comes all over me will you clean it up like a good girl?." She had a certain strain in her words, one that made an extra gush flow from you.

You nodded with your lip between your teeth. "It'll be my best work yet." You kissed her again, this time your hand finding Agatha's clit.

Her head rolled into the dark waves covering the bed. "Holy shit.." she could barely get words out. You expected her to tip over right then and there

What you hadn't expected was Agatha grinding your hips onto her. You moaned into the air and glanced lazily over your should to her. "I guess I'm not the only messy one." You giggled. Taking the note and smearing your cunt all over her torso.

It was seconds later Agatha was falling apart and so were you (the former louder than the latter). Nobody moved for a moment. Deep pants warmed the room as each reeled themselves back.

Rio was the first to move, pulling out from Agatha and stepping back for a second. Admiring her work of the two of you in the bed. But the second of clarity was done the moment Rio pulled you by the hair to the ground. "Go on. Start cleaning up the mess you wanted."

And you did. Sucking Rio of a mix of you and Agatha off. It might've become one of your favorite things. You could get used to this so easily. The many thoughts had managed to work you right back up again.

As you pulled off the strap, a trail of saliva connected you still. "Oh, you're not done baby don't worry. I think Agatha needs some cleaning up. She got a little messy too." Her brows raised as her head tilted towards the woman who had just sat up on the bed.

Your eyes followed hers and her heart thumped dramatically into your core. A purple strap, equally as large had appeased between Agatha's legs.

You didn't have to be told twice as you stalked your way on all fours over. Elbows resting over the plush ivory thighs as you began to suck Agatha off. Not wasting any second to take all of her in and drool over before pulling back off.

Glittering eyes shined up at two darkening clouds. This is exactly what you've wanted. Rio's always wanted to play round with you, you knew from the amount of hickey's she'd leave you with. Agatha though, you finally broke her out the caring cage she was always in. This was something deep inside her she hid away but seeing you enjoy it so much broke it out.

"On the bed sugar," Agatha ordered. She had already begun moving up towards the middle. Her soft hand guided you by your hip the second you got closer. They put you right in front of her still on your knees. "You're such a dirty girl hun."

"Says the woman with my cum smeared on her stomach." You bit back. Your own hands held at her shoulders as the bed behind you dipped. It clicked there what was about to happen. "At the same time?" You glanced between them.

Neither answered as they positioned themselves. Silence fell onto the room as they lowered you onto them both. The stretch burned and nails left marks into Agatha's shoulders.

Tears sprang into your eyes as they both managed. Your head rolled back onto Rio's shoulder, exposing your neck for their artistic lips to paint your skin shades of love.

You gave the laziest hum you've ever managed, signaling for them to start moving. And it felt even better then. You felt so full.

"Look at you baby, taking us both so good." Rio praised you, hands fondling your boobs slowly with the rhythm.

"I bet you're so full...bet you enjoy it. Both of us in you at once." Agatha was the one guiding your hips with one hand while the other drew lazy circles on your sensitive bud.

"All those times you've mentioned it just ever so briefly, we listen to your every word." Rio picked up her speed. Listening to your moans melt into pleased whines.

"Let all your worries slip away hun, we're here now. We'll take care of you forever." Agatha planted a kiss over your falling tears. "It feels amazing doesn't it?"

You cried and nodded. Feeling limp in their arms as both picked up speed in everything. Quick hips. Quick lips. Quick tips.

List filled are invaded your lungs in quick deep breathes. As good as it felt, you felt so overwhelmed in a tingling way. Not wanting it to end but needing to be laid out catching cool air.

"Just like that sweetheart, you look so perfect between us." Rio couldn't tear her eyes away from you.

Her words of encouragement tipped you over and into a blissful void. You screamed and spazed for a few moments. Wondering if your body would ever recover from such a recking fuck.

You must've been out in your own world because when you came through you were being tucked into a warm bath. Both woman working to ease out your muscles with delicate kisses. Soft praises fell from their lips every second.

It was heaven maybe. Maybe that had killed you and you hadn't realized yet. You hadn't realized "Sugar...why don't we get you into the bed?" Agatha leaned over the side, wrapped in a dark purple towel. "Rio got it all cleaned up for you and everything."

As much of a blur as the night was, you took away every feeling of pleasure you were given. Completely sold to these two powerful woman as they knew of how far they could push you. Questions about the new dynamic would have to wait for the morning.

Body far too spent, you felt the sleep begin to take over your final thoughts. "I love you both forever and always," you sleepily got out before succumbing into the sleep realm.

And as you drifted out, Rio and Agatha shared a conversation over your sleeping form. Devoting to protecting you with everything they could. To use you in every way you'd let them. They were yours more than you were theres. They both could agree on that. Especially after the reality of tonight.

Here they'll stay, as long as you never go away.

#reader insert #agatha harkness #rio vidal #marvel #agathario x reader #rio vidal x reader #agatha x rio #agatha all along #fanfic #lilia calderu #x y/n #jennifer kale #agathario #wuh luh wuh

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mandy-asimp · 1 month ago

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Because the beauty she is😮‍💨

#agatha harkness #agatha all along #marvel #lilia calderu #rio vidal #alice wu gulliver #Jennifer kale #billy maximoff #billy kaplan #tarot cards #tarot deck #geeked

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mandy-asimp · 2 months ago

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All I'm saying.

Better be what szn 19 look like after this episode.

#criminal minds evolution #criminal minds #jemily #emily prentiss #Jennifer Jareau #your honor they're gay #the insanity that happened this week

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mandy-asimp · 2 months ago

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I'm so overwhelmed I might just cry-

IM SO OVERWHELMED. I MIGHT CRY.

#criminal minds evolution #criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jemily #aj cook #paget brewster #17 seasons of waiting #pls be real #head is slamming against the wall

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mandy-asimp · 3 months ago

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Happy June 2nd to Agnes and her husband "Ralph"

#aaaedit #agatharioedit #wandavisionedit #agathaallalongedit #wandavision #agatha all along #agathario #agnes o'connor #rio vidal #agatha harkness

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Quiet on the Set

pairing: actress! Lilia Calderu x director! reader summary: While filming a movie, you're faced with the demanding nature of the Lilia Calderu. But when it comes to a crucial sex scene, you suddenly can't take her demands anymore. warnings: language, smut, verbal teasing, talking through, hallucinations of sex a/n~I give gift, its slight, but it gift. happy Friyay ho.

The barely awake sun snuck into the windows of the house. You stood on set, ready to start a day of filming. The script in hand as your eyes traveled over the very words you had written a year ago.

It was the most intimate day of filming. The only people inside on set were you, the director, your cinematographer, Rio, the intimacy coordinator, Agatha, and the actresses, Lilia. The rest of the crew you had them set up and then be done till later. Alice was the only one who stayed inside in case you needed anything adjusted.

That was your favorite part of filming in a house. Those who didn’t have something to do right then and there could go relax in a different room till you called. Along with the privacy it gave for these scenes. The scenes that were trademark for your movie.

Throughout your movies, you’ve been known to depict some of Hollywood’s steamiest sex scenes. Always capturing your audience and making them feel exactly what you want: lust.

The sound of quick steps began to echo on the floorboards. Earning your head to turn just in time to see Jen, clearly in a state of frustration already. “I know she is one of Hollywood's treasures, but I swear on my entire career!” She was rambling as she flopped onto the couch, groaning when the comfort wrapped her up. “It’s too early to be dealing with her already.”

“Who?” You knew she was talking about Lilia. After all, Jen was her makeup artist for this film.

Her head rolled to really look at you. Questioning if you actually just asked that question. “Obama. Who else?!” You chuckled before plopping down next to her, a common sign for her to continue. “I mean, she signed the contract to do this movie. Agreeing to everything. But now she’s against doing the morning sex scene. She won’t cooperate with me on makeup, for Billy to do her hair, and goodness knows costume is going to come in crying.”

Sounds about right. You could only sigh, “this is exactly what Stark warned me about.”

“Didn’t he have to completely scrap his sex scene?”

“All because she wouldn’t do it…He spent days trying to convince her as well. Pay raise, bonus, expensive wines, anything he could think of he offered up to her. Not a single thing worked so he pulled it and his movie was missing that extra nudge. It would’ve sealed him awards, both of them.” You were staring down at the very scene. There wasn’t an ounce of dialogue in this, all just action. “I’ll go talk to her.”

Jen scoffed, “if Stark’s budget couldn’t get her, bless your heart thinking yours will.” Her joke was so truthful though. You didn’t get the same budgets as the male directors. You had to beg companies to see you through. To give you just a scrap of money to proceed. “What if she does say no?”

You stood and turned to meet her concerned brown eyes. “Her choice is either work with me or we scrap everything.”

“That’s a lot of money you’ll have to pay back…I wish you luck, really. You’re going to need a miracle with this.” Jen patted your butt before you left. Listening to another one of your exhausted sighs escape.

This was a recurring talk. Lilia said she wouldn’t do a scene for some unknown reason, and you would have to spend anywhere from ten minutes to an hour trying to get any compromise from the actress. It would usually end with you taking a breath of relief after stepping out her trailer. The same ritual would happen at least once a week while filming.

You were too into everything now to even think of a rewrite on the fly. Why couldn’t Lilia just cooperate for just one full week? If she didn’t want to do any of these scenes, why take on your movie? A lot failed to make sense for you. But now it didn’t matter if she made sense or not, what was important was figuring out her issue of the day.

As you approached her trailer parked out front, you could already hear Lilia. Billy must’ve tried to do her hair. Her yells from a far already caused your headache to begin. Jen was right, it’s way too early for her. You must prevail however.

Your sneaker clad feet brought you to the bottom of the stairs, staring at the white door. There was no room for you to run, this was your set. Everyone looked to you to straighten out this woman’s behavior, and as you glanced around to the crew setting up for the other shots you caught a few eyeing the trailer already.

Everyone was already aware of the tantrum being unleashed.

Right as your hand went to grab the handle, the door was opened from the inside and out came Billy. “I can’t. She’s a literal kook!” He snuck past you shaking his head. Stopping once he was a safe distance and spinning back to you. “Pray for your movie.”

For a split moment you stayed frozen. The thought that you were so fucked silenced everything in your mind. Yet even for how quiet, the silence was splitting your brain in half. A hand raised to rub your forehead and blindly you climbed the few steps and shut the trailer door behind you.

“Lilia…exactly what is the issue today?” You spoke so lightly to her, you did to everyone, but extra light to her. It was the easiest way to manage anything with someone as needy as her. Always looking for a way to sneak her way in, you knew her tricks from day one and let them happen. Now you can’t help but wonder if her tantrums are your fault.

“I don't want to do this scene.” She stated from the chair. There was no room for argument within it.

“And why not?” Your arms crossed as you leaned back against the door. Being able to catch her stare through the mirror. “You signed on knowing you’d have to.”

The reminder did little to change her attitude. Lilia huffed, “I don’t feel comfortable with that many people in the room.” It sounded like a lie to you.

“I thought I told you that there’s only going to be who I need in that room. It’ll be Rio, Agatha, you, and I. Because you threw a fit about this last week when we shot the cooking scene. So, I am going to ask you again, Lilia. What is your issue?” You let your head tilt to the side and eyes narrow slightly. Your words are soft but cutting.

Lilia must’ve been expecting some other answer because she sat silent for a brief moment. “I don’t want to touch myself on camera. So, you’ll just have to rewrite the script or take out the scene.”

Maybe it was the lack of sleep you had gotten making sure everything was set for today, but you could feel the patience you had slipping through your fingers. Quickly. Maybe she truly thought that it would be that simple. Or maybe she was just being difficult again with you for no reason.

The laugh tumbled out dryly. “Rewrite the script.” You repeated. “Cut the scene.” A trembling hand pushed through your hair, tightening in any sense to distract the inevitable from happening. “You’re fucking with me right?” The smile on your lips was mocking.

“I don’t see why you can’t?” Lilia turned in the chair, staring you head on. One arm over the back as the other held the wooden armrest. Her pose exposing her freckled chest from behind the white robe

You felt a shiver run down your spine as you sensed no humor. “Lilia. We are in the last two months of filming. Do you know how hard it would be to take out this scene or even rewrite it? I know we haven’t shot in order so it seems so easy, but I simply cannot do that for you. It is either you shoot this scene or this film gets scrapped.”

“A sex scene can not be that important to a story line. I won’t do it.” She turned back, crossing her arms over her chest. Lilia was determined to win this one. “Rewrite it or take it out.”

“No. This is my movie. And I have been very reasonable with you and all thirty million temper tantrums you’ve thrown-”

“Temper tantrums? I haven’t had one-”

“In a week. I have weighed in every single demand you have demanded. I have prioritized your comfort. I have given and given and given into you Lilia. So this one time, and I hate that this is how I have to do this, but I’m prioritizing the film now.” Your feet inched closer to the chair. “I am going to send Jen and Billy back in here, they are going to do your hair and makeup. Wardrobe will come in then soon after, you will change into what they give you. And then Calderu, you will haul ass onto set and be ready to instantly start. Seeing as you wanted to throw another fit over nothing once again.” You stood right behind her, hands holding onto the back of the chair. “Do I make myself clear?”

It was an intense stare through the mirror, one that led you to believe she was really mulling things over. “No, I’m not comfortable doing that.”

“You gotta be fucking me.” You groaned, stepping away from the chair and sitting on the couch behind you, head falling into your hands as you laughed. “Do you seriously think this is the time to pull your shit?”

“Excuse me?!” Lilia’s head whipped around, eyes already filled with fire. She slipped from the chair and came to stand right in front of you. A reach away really.

“There is no room for your shit. Was I not clear the first time? I've been nothing but understanding and compliant for the last seven months.” You bravely looked up from her sock clad feet.

In her eyes you read a number of emotions. Anger. Joy. Annoyance. Pride. They mixed and conflicted the other, leaving you just as confused. “So then be compliant and change out this scene.”

You should’ve expected this weeks ago honestly. And it was right on the tip of your tongue to sigh and figure it out, but then it was like you remembered you were the boss here. You were the one in control, the one with the final say. You felt the end of your rope finally pass through your fingers, “Or Lilia, you can stop being a brat and just do the fucking scene!” You shouted. For the first time you had raised your voice at her. “And you’re lucky I’m even sitting here debating this with you! Knock your shit off! You are a professional and are acting like my two-year-old niece!”

“You will not speak to me like that!” Her volume easily matched yours. “Maybe if your whole thing wasn’t all about sex!”

“You signed on to this movie knowing it was! You knew you were going to have to do this crap!” You stood now, wrapping around the small coffee table and standing toe-to-toe. “What is your issue today?” It wasn’t a question to be avoided when you practically glared down at her.

Lilia didn’t like how intense you had gotten now. It was no longer her fun and harmless ways. She had pushed you a bit too far now. Your hardened gaze lacked your usual warmth and humor. You were at the final point with her. She was aware of that.

Her tongue poked at the inside of her cheek, followed by her huff and looking away. But you weren’t having it. After her whole fit, you were going to make her say exactly what it was to your face. Your hand, delicate but unforgiving, caught her jaw and forced her to look back at you.

The tension was thick.

“What is it about the masturbation scene that you won't do?” You asked again, voice back to its natural softness with eyes that still countered it. “I don’t want to force you to do it, but if I have to I will. I won't be happy about it, but if it's what needs to be done to finish this film.”

Lilia was stunned in her spot. Your hold feeling cool against her warming skin. This is exactly what she wanted from you. To lose that control and put her in her place finally. For seven months you let her win in some way, and she couldn’t stand it. She needed to see the other side of you. “I won’t.”

You sucked on your canine. Head slowly nodding as your hand fell back to your side. “You leave me no choice then Calderu. I’m going to send everyone back in here, you are doing this scene. And if someone comes back inside and says you still won't cooperate, I will personally come in here and make sure it happens. There are thirty minutes until we need to start shooting. I expect you to be on set by then.”

There wasn’t an opening for her protest as you left the trailer with a slam of the door. From the inside, Lilia could hear your frustrated yell. It honestly made her worry if her plan wasn’t working anymore.

The only reason why she ever complained was because she knew it would lead to one on ones with you. Talking about what exactly she wanted and listening so carefully to her needs and wants. Over the months it began to do something to her. She would spend nights wondering if you catered to all your stars the way you did for her. Or was she special?

While Lilia stayed in her thoughts, you sent everyone back in. A part of you swore everyone on set was staring at you differently, like there was this new found fear of you. And they were, it took you this long to finally snap and nobody knew what would come next. Would you continue the day like you hadn’t already lost your patience? Or would it show easily?

Spoiler alert: It showed easily.

Not even ten minutes had gone by before Jen was slowly creeping into the room. Nervous herself that she would be the next victim of your yell. “I got the makeup done…but Billy cant even get close to do her hair and costume literally dropped it off and ran.” You didn’t even look away from the window.

“Go clear the trailer but of her.” You spoke so coolly. Hiding any sense of reignited annoyance. You seriously couldn't wrap your head around this.

With each step closer back to the trailer, you couldn't help but think of the months of tantrums she's thrown. Lilia was a praised actress with a demanding nature, one you underestimated greatly. But you were a fierce director who produced piece after piece.

Three rapid knocks were given as you walked right in. This time locking the door behind you and clearly skipping the foreplay. You moved to stand behind her. Not saying a word as you examined her hair. It was still up in the bun she wore to set and after talking with Billy several times, you knew this wasn’t his vision for her hair. “You’re wasting my sunrise.” Was all you spoke before starting her hair (Lilia didn’t dare argue with you here). “I have the nicest team around, sometimes a little snarky, but they make shit happen. However, you won’t let them.” Skilled fingers getting lost deep in her pepper curls to remove the hair tie.

Deep brown eyes watched intently through the mirror. Taking in how you didn’t even need to glance up to know she was looking back at you. “He was-,”

“No. I didn’t ask or say you could speak. I’m in here because you just couldn’t get over yourself. Billy has been working in hair for years. I picked him from the college internship because I trusted his talent. You should’ve been thanking him for doing your hair. But instead, he is sitting in the living room with the rest of the team who was getting you ready. All defeated and fed up with your childish acts.” You were speaking freely, whether you realized or not.

Fingers curling certain curls to give them a better shape. It made Lilia choke on her own moan how you tugged slightly at each one. Not enough to cause any actual pain, but enough for the actress to start growing warm. Your cold demeanor didn’t help her case either.

“So they sent me in, because now I have to be the one to tame you and get you back in line. Thankfully for the both of us, I know what I’m doing. I’ve been knowing what I’ve been doing. You are the only person on this entire project who just has an issue with the way things are being done. What’s even funnier, is you refuse to tell anyone why. Why every scene you’ve cried over was some sort of intimate shot. Truly, I’m one more complaint from anyone before this whole film is scraped. Never in my years have I had to deal with so much bullshit.” You kept going, hands still styling the hair into a subtle mess.

You dropped her black curl, needing a moment as all the pent up frustration had made your hands begin to shake. They gripped the back of the chair and you stared down at the floor. Taking low, deep breaths to steady yourself. Only after the third intake did you meet her eyes in the reflection.

“I took this chance with you Calderu. I’m trying to help you and your career. That’s what I do. I write and direct movies that are second chances. After your filming with Stark, you were going to be doomed. He was warning everyone who wanted to work with you about how stubborn you were. He even warned me…” you were confessing a truth you thought would stay secret forever. “I ignored him though.”

Lilia’s eyes were glossing over in seconds. Everything you were saying seeped into her body and she felt the weight of it all. “Why?” fell from her pink lips like a feather through the air.

Your head tilted slightly, “because I had a feeling about you Lilia. When I wrote this all, thought of it, you were the only person who seemed to fit the main role. I knew you were working with Tony when this was all just a jumble of words. I came to the set, saw you act, and I knew I was making a choice.”

“But you just said he had nothing good to say about me,” Her brows furrowed. “His voice in this industry is powerful and his words stick to people.”

“But they were wrong, Lil…If I believed everything people said about everyone, I’d have no one. I saw you for you, for your talents, your skills, I wanted what you brought to the table. Yet, you have only fought me in each scene.” You suddenly resumed doing her curls, only your hand sunk in a different way. Nails running up her scalp and twisting the mane around each finger and tugging her head back. Leaning right next to her ear and still holding her gaze. “Why does it have to be hard with you?”

The older woman felt stunned. Your actions are the complete opposite from the personality you’ve shown for the last seven months. How you let your lips brush the shell of her ear and eyes scowl at any thought she had to say some excuse. For her you seemed ready to eat her in one bite. Her cheeks grew color the longer the silence went on.

“I asked you a question and I expect an answer.” You loosened your grip and put some distance between the two of you. Your eyes, reading her very being, raked over her. “Strip.” You ordered only to leave from behind her and reach for her costume. A pair of maroon panties and a navy blue t-shirt with baggy socks. They were folded neatly on the counter closest to the door. “You scare my crew.”

“You scare your crew.” She retorted with ease. Her sense of self coming back to her now. Only you took it right back when you spun sharply to face her.

“Do I scare you?” You crept closer, one step at a tedious time. She was deducted to a shake of her head. “Does someone else?”

Lilia shook her head clear. “No, nobody scares me. It’s not possible to scare me anymore.” She reached for the clothes, not expecting your hands to pull them back from her. You watched the way her brows pulled together, every crease that was formed.

“You that big and bad, Calderu? So if it’s no one scaring you, it must be something else. Unfortunately, there’s no time to get into that. Light is changing, you need to be too.” You stuck out the pile and gave a tight smile when she took it. “Go on.”

Her lashes fluttered as she blinked a few times. “Y..You're not gonna turn around or anything?” Lilia felt her heart begin to race like a horse. “I’d prefer if you did.”

“And I preferred to already be filming. You’re gonna have to do it for the scene anyways, so what's the difference?” You shrugged a little bit. “I’m not afraid to change you myself.”

As your foot lifted to step forward, her finger stopped you. “I can change myself.” Lilia whispered. Hands fidgeting with the tie of her robe. Unsure of how long this was going to stretch for. But nonetheless she undid the tie. Her sternum, kissed with freckles of age, bared itself to you. Along with her soft tummy that hung over the underwear she was already wearing.

The white fabric fell from her shoulders, revealing everything to you. Respectfully, you didn’t let your eyes drop but you did shift in your stance. Even while there was the brief moment where she was blinded by the shirt over her head, you didn't dare sneak a peek.

But the moment Lilia pulled her own panties down, your body twitched with a need. In your peripheral, the darkened spot that was glistening in the lights made your throat run dry. Your hands squeezed your biceps. There was no way you were seeing right.

“I'll see you on set, Calderu.” You hummed and as casual as possible, you left. Heading back upstairs and waiting for your actress to finally make her way up.

During this moment, you tried to collect your thoughts. You had lost control-felt like you were watching yourself from the corner. But then again, you enjoyed it. You enjoyed how your hand felt in her silky curls. How they curled around your slender fingers. Then there was Lilia herself. Barely able to speak.

You could imagine so much of her now. In ways you scolded yourself for. In ways that seemed impossible. In ways that would make the devil blush. She just overtook every atom that made up your very being.

“Get it together,” you mumbled to yourself. Head falling into your hands and taking the deepest breath possible. There was a movie to be made this morning, fantasies could wait till the night.

“Calderu has you pep talking yourself in here?” Agatha led in, Rio close behind her. “Ya’ know, people are usrprised it only took seven months of her whining for you to snap.”

“Lost money on it,” Rio grumbled while starting the cameras up . “What’d you say to her anyways?” The brunette twisted her neck like an owl to ask you.

All you gave was a tired shrug, “that it was do the scene or scrap the film. That everyone was just here to make a movie basically and she was making it difficult.” You stood, ready to drop the conversation and start discussing angling.

Agahta let out a scoff, “I highly doubt it was that easy.”

“I never said it was, but it is not relevant for what we’re doing here. The problem was solved and now we are moving on with our day.” You stood and stepped closer to the camera. “Plus, you know we’ll talk about it over drinks.”

“After today, you’re gonna need a lot more than just some drinks.” Rio teased with a sneaky smirk pulling her lips. “How do you want this to be shot?”

You rolled your eyes but then you and the cinemotgrapher really got into how this should be shot. Sharing brief ideas. About a minute or two in, Lilia had joined the room. She was hyperaware of your eyes tracking her every move. Her and Agatha began talking about how she would ‘touch’ herself. It was meant to be a smooth shooting, no more than five takes.

Yet…by the third you knew something was wrong. None of what Lilia was doing seemed real, even for faking it. If anything, you swore she seemed scared to touch herself. Even as your eyes jumped to Agatha behind you, she also was grimaccing at the performance.

Fingertipis rubbed between your brows, trying to soothe the ache. “Cut.” You sighed, the fake gasp stopping instantly. “It’s hardly believable, Lilia. Do you need to run it one more time with Agahta?”

Her curls shook around her flushed face. “I can’t get into it, I dont know why..” she turned to stare out the window. Gazing off into the miles of green fields.

You focused on her though, thinking of some way to solve this. The tiny voice in the back of your head had an idea, leading with the haunting memory of her wet panties form earlier. Sedning a shiver down your spine as it flashed before you. Making it impossible to think of any other solution.

“Reset, I have an idea.” You let your crossed arms fall and helped fix the bedding back. “Just relax this take. This time I want you to actually slip your hand into the underwear. It might help, but just breathe.”

There was no more room to question or anything, after all, you were on a time limit. You were back behind the camera, eyes darekning slightly as Lilia laid so sweetly in the middle of the bed. Her big doey eyes waiting for your cue, your command, like she’d die if you didn’t say anyhting soon. “Action.”

Lilia started the scene once more, waking from a wet dream to be all hot and bothered under the mornign sun. Her wised hands started their course of action, carefully hovering over her own thighs. Her chest rose and sunk drastically, like the feathlight skimming was enough to work her over. The issue you seemed to find though, was her faux sounds and expressions.

“Look at you.” You hummed, earning her eyes to snap right to yours. “Touching yourself first thing in the morning.” Dark and demanding eyes bored onto her.

The actress felt confused, one because neither of Agatha or Rio seemed surprised by the director, and two because you were speaking right to her. Her hands stilled for just a second, “uh-uh. Keep touching yourself. Those pillowy thighs…you’re a fucking sight Lilia.”

There was a sharp gasp that filled the room. A cunning smirk formed on your lips. Eyes trailing the hands that began to run up her torso, pushing the shirt up. Lilia groped at he brown boob, eager to roll her nipple between two fingers. “There she is, the praised actress. You’ve been holding out, hmm? To busy being a little brat.”

A whine ripped through her throat, agreeing with your words without any of her own. Her second hand came to her other breast. Now fondling both while her chest began to burn red. “Take your shirt of, baby. You’ll get more done with it.” You encouraged, creeping to the side of the bed behind Rio.

Gawking as the woman scrambled to rid the navy blue fabric. Sitting up for a brief moment before flopping back down with a ‘whoomph’ of the bedding. Her curls splayed over the pillow, and you wished to be the camera above her to see just how stunning she was. Desperate fingers were back roaming her body. One still on her tit while the other ventured downwards, disappearing beneath the maroon.

“I bet your still soaked from your trailer,” it was quiet. Not loud enough to be lost into the room, ut quiet enough to be clearly just meant for Lilia. Her head rolled tot he side, pleading with you. “Start slow, build yourself up.”

Lilia felt like she was being tortured. Never in her years had a director began to talk her through it. But that wasn’t the worst part, the worst part was that it was you. This women loving director who bowed to their stars needs. They talked greatness about you, about how personal you were with everyone. Was this what they meant? Or was this the only time you did this?

“Such a precious thing. So ethereal in the sun light. How it highlights your curves…pick up the pace a bit. Imagine it was someone else. Someone you wish was sfucking you right now.

And suddenly, you were on top of Lilia. Your hand buried deep between her thighs and teasing her clit with steady storkes. “Fuck, Lilia…you drive me insane.” Your lustful gaze took in every twitch of her brows. “I could get lost with you forever.”

Her sigh was mixed with a laugh, “you’re just saying that.” She looked away to the side, exposing her neck to you. Which without second thought, you bite down on her muscle. Sucking hard and making sure you left a mark for the next morning. Lilia moaned loudly into the air.

“I’m telling you the truth. You’re mine forever.” You growled against her skin, fingers digging into her hip and speeding up on her clit. “After the months of your tantrumns just for my attention, you have it all now.” You kept kissing all over her neck, going low to her collar bones. “You’re so perfect, Lilia.”

Her body started to tremble under your words. How simple everything you were doing was and yet how quick you were bringing her to the edge. “Please..” she gasped, anils scratching your shoulderbaldes. “Don’t stop.”

“You’re already ready to cum, hmm? So sensitive baby. Cum for me sweet thing.” Your words were in her ear.

Lilia moaned loudly into the room. Chest heaving rapidly as she came back to her senses. “And cut.” Your voice broke into the slowness of it. Rooting her back to the bed where when she opened her eyes, she was staring right at you. “It wasn’t that hard, now was it?” You still wore a shit-eating smirk.

#reader insert #marvel #agatha all along #lilia calderu #lilia calderu x reader #x y/n #fanfic #agatha harkness #rio vidal #jennifer kale #billy maximoff #alice wu gulliver

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Chat I say this with my whole chest and will stand by it:

If jemily deadass happens this season I will never speak ill of the criminal minds writers ever again. Idk what the fuck they got going on this season but paget and aj are feeding jemily like no tmr rn like we are starved children for like 16 years.

That's my truth. I'm a sailor who sinks with her ship. I will drown if I must.

#jemily #emily prentiss x reader #Jennifer Jareau #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds #your honor they are in love #I say as they drag me to the white padded room #istg im gonna scream

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YES THANK YOU AUDI😩😩😩 LIKE FUCK SHE SO BAD SHES SO TALL SHES SO CUTE SHES JUST AAAAHHG

#gwendoline christie #gwendolineuniverse #she's so badass #frothing at the mouth #larissa weems #brienne of tarth #lucifer morningstar

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Bro. I just know it's big and I just want one chance to know how big big is😊

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss and her gun 🎀#criminal minds #paget brewster #baby strap me down #it's not a want it's a need #need that so bad it's concerning #what a bitch would do do it

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mandy-asimp · 4 months ago

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2 bad bitches at the same damn time.

This images makes me wanna start crying and screaming in the freakiest way possible.

#let them get dirty with me actually #both at the same time #need that #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jemily #paget brewster #aj cook

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I WANT TO MARRY HER 😭😭😭😭😭 HER VOICE IS COMPLETELY ADDICTIVE AAAAAAAAAAAA 😭😭😭 I LOVE HER SO MUCH

I WANT HER I WANT HER 😭😭😭 I'm going crazy

#accurate response #patti lupone #need her voice injected into my blood stream

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Dread of Secrets

Jemily x OC (Natalie Hotchner) Warnings: AGE GAAAAAAPPP CUS EEEEEEHEHEHEHE, Natalie is 27, Emily is 55, and JJ is 45 Teasing, kissing, touching, Penelope secret dropping, some profanity, kinda humiliation kink?? summary: Natalie is Aaron Hothcner's younger sister (27) and for seven years she's kept a secret against the BAU, until the day Penelope Garcia slips up and all comes out. a/n~ and if I said this is me trying to clear out my drafts (there's 20 other unfinished stories staring at me) then what? HAs this been in my drafts since July 4, 2024? Yeah, but there's 2023 in here too😍

"Oh man! This is so gonna ruin the tour!" She laughed at her phone. For the day, Natalie had came to visit her second family at work. Even after her brother had finally retired, she was still welcomed back to the BAU any time.

Today was no different as she laid on JJ's couch in her office. The blonde had taken interest at the outburst. "What tour?"

"Justin Timberlake," Natalie was still laughing at the picture. Flashing the phone over so the older could see the mugshot. "He got a DUI. Shame that the cop didn't know who he was." She let the joke out.

JJ shook her head, "god I'm getting old." She laughed as well at the situation the pop star was in. But she went quiet at the scoff, her eyes looking past the phone to witness the end of an eye roll. "Oh? Someone's got a little attitude today?"

"If you were old you wouldn't be kicking ass as an FBI agent still. Now Rossi, that's a grandpa, but you Mrs. Jareau are far off from grandparent age." The young woman scolded. A serious look on her face this time, not the little playful smirk she always wore.

Right before JJ could process the behavior change she was gone. Already on a set path to Emily's office.

Knocking three times before just walking in and flopping on the couch. "Justin Timberlake got arrested," she said before engrossing herself into the screen once more.

Emily chuckled, "this is so gonna ruin the tour." She joked, never looking up from her case files. "You come from JJ's office?"

"Yeah, she was still in deep for her files. She's hot when she focuses," Natalie mumbled the second half. Hoping that there wouldn't be much thought given to her words.

Emily smirked to herself, agreeing entirely about her wife. "So how's Hotch?"

"Him and Jack are doing ok. He's worried about his upcoming birthday. Sixteen and he wants to go to an actual race track to race with friends." She briefly explained the old man's worries. "Jack in quiet asked me not to show up cause he wants to be the best racer there."

"You do know how to drive, how did you ever learn?" Emily finally looked over. Pleased when the visitor tore her eyes off the screen, a devious smile on her lips.

"If I told you, then you'd know too many of my secrets. And you know enough for who you are." She had a cocky look on.

"And who I am?"

"You are the woman who knew my brother well before you knew me." She simply mentioned. Knowing that she had more of Emily's loyalty than he did.

The woman shook her head and looked back down. "Fun way of calling me old." She threw back. And the groan caught her attention.

She was expecting a classic comeback. "You as well? Like I told JJ. Until you have grandkids who are well into their thirties, you're not really old. Old is like...seventy minimum. Plus, you're still kicking ass. Automatically that makes you younger."

Before Emily had the chance, she was gone. Already at the glass doors and turning towards Penelope's office. Emily however could only watch, thinking over the words.

She didn't waste another second before heading to JJ's office. Closing the door fully and drawing the blinds. At first the blonde was confused, what was happening? "Did you say something about age to Nat?" Emily started.

JJ nodded, "yeah and then she made a comment on how I'm not old till grandparent age and it was a little more..."

"Serious?" Emily quirked a brow. Getting a nonverbal confirmation. "You think everything is ok with her then? Usually she makes some comment and then she goes back to her phone."

"I don't know...maybe? Maybe her frontal lobe developed fully? Maybe that's why she's acting different?" JJ gave out the possibilities. "Her birthday did just pass?"

The idea was pondered, but then they both agreed it was something different. "She's been mature for awhile, this was different. She got upset when we called ourselves old?"

Meanwhile, Natalie had been laying on the floor in Penelope's office, going on about the two agents. "Unfortunately that's what I get for being born too late and for knowing what I wanted since I was sixteen."

"Oh sugar plum, I can tell you now. Nobody thinks you're too young here. You've been through enough that we all know you are mentally older than twenty-seven. Which only makes you roughly twenty years younger than those two." The blonde typed away at her computer. She knew all about Natalie's crush on the two woman. Always playing it down to just a measly school girl crush, but ever since her twenty-second birthday, she looked at them in a serious crush way. But never once acting on anything. "It's supposed to rain soon, you should head out. God knows you don't own an umbrella."

Natalie snickered before popping up. Placing a peck to the blondes cheek before walking out alone. Making stops all around to bid her goodbyes. Finding everyone mostly by their desks, except for Emily and JJ.

"She's in JJ's office," Tara had looked over towards her bosses door. "I bet they're talking bout you." She teased. Tara was one of the first team members to pick Nat apart, also the first to call her on it.

"Bet they talking bout yo' mama!" The brunette dropped before jumping down the small staircase. Earning a high five from Luke while passing.

He was laughing with pride, "she caught you lacking!" He pointed at Tara, who only rolled her eyes and dropped her focus back to work. "Damn she got you good," Luke sighed as his laughs subsided.

Natalie had shook her head at the two's ongoing battle. Leaving the room to find the only two she hadn't said goodbye to.

She took in a lot while walking up to the wooden door. How it was fully closed and the blinds were drawn. It must be something important, she figured. Knocking three times and waiting for someone to answer.

When she did open the door, she met Emily's brown eyes first. Noting how both seemed surprised to see her suddenly. "I was just stopping to say bye, I'm heading out. PG said it's about to rain."

"Oh," both had said at once. Earning a worried laugh from the younger.

"You guys ok? Seem a bit shocked to see me or something?" Natalie crossed her arms, an eyebrow quirking as she jumped to look between the two.

Emily stuttered out a few sounds first, "no. No. It was um just...you just seem more mature than usual today?"

"What? Because I told you both that you're not old I'm suddenly more mature?" She saw only humor in the situation. "If all it took was me saying you both aren't old for you to think I was mature I would've said it when I was sixteen. But I'm heading out and just wanted to say bye....so bye!"

And she was gone once more. Leaving the two to share a questioning look. Had they read her words right?

A little over a week had gone by and Natalie had played it a little safe. After both women seemed to take note of her behavior change, she couldn't go back anytime soon. Worried they would figure her out.

Only, a little text from Penelope made the worries no longer be worries but reality. I slipped up. She had said, and she didn't need to say more. Natalie knew what she meant.

The once peaceful night had suddenly crashed and Nat was in a world of panic in her apartment. Her phone on the coffee table as she walked laps around. There couldn't be any possible way that Penelope Garcia gave her away. What would even have been the context for her to come up like that?

"Nat come see you this week?" Emily popped her head into Penelope's bat cave. JJ had already been sitting in there and they were chatting.

Penelope, without much thought, was already speaking. "That girl would've been at either of your doors begging for your attention before coming to me." She laughed at her words, then instantly dropped her smile. Her head whipped around to look at the two.

They were both processing what that meant, and if they knew better, they knew. "What do you know?" JJ asked with a quizzical look.

Their blonde genius shook her head. "No. No, I've already spoken too much." She shut it down, keeping her eyes off either of them. One thing about Penelope was she could never look her favorite people in the eye and say no.

"Penelope," Emily warned lightly. She would be lying if she said she didn't want to know more. To know what the other knew. She caught Penelope's eyes, and felt satisfied when she sighed in frustration.

"Look, it's not from me....but maybe..she's got a thing for older women who may or may not specifically be you two." She let out, upset with herself for not being able to keep a secret just this once.

The two shared a look, reading what they were both putting down. And with two set smirks, they took their leave. Penelope was quick to pick up her phone once her door closed.

This was bad. This was so bad. Her nerves were working. They were working overtime like Emily had last week. Like JJ did just a few days ago. Natalie couldn't stop thinking of the two. How they knew she liked them. Oh god. They knew she liked them. Oh god. She needed to take something to calm her.

Natalie knew exactly what she needed. They would be strong. They would take her mind away from it. That's how the bag of cheeto puffs went from five down to three. Taking the time before it they hit to set herself up for success in her living room. A few snacks on a plate, a glass of water, a glass of juice, and a can of soda all set up. Her phone face down and on do-not-disturb.

She took a seat in the middle of the couch and let the craziness kick back up again. Emily and JJ knew she had a crush on them. What was she gonna do? How was she to face them? Would she ever be able to? How could Penelope?! Actually...it was Penelope. For her to keep it secret as long as she did was more of a surprise. Nat knew that the day she told her. It was like she was asking to eventually get caught. Was she?...oh god she so was! What was she thinking?! She should've told only Tara and taken the teasing!

Well...on a good note it was out in the air. Maybe she could joke about it. It would be pretty good. 'Oooh Nat how's your love life' someone would ask. 'Still pawning over two sexy agents?' And to which she would probably answer with a flirtatious remark of 'oh you know it' and would wink towards the two. It would make them laugh. Maybe they'd flirt back. 'You're too sweet' one would simply say. It would be equal to a crumb but she would eat it like a whole damn meal. If only though. A girl could dream.

She did dream matter of fact, quite a lot as well. The two seemed to always be in her dreams without her noticing. That warm feeling they always made her feel was present even when she was asleep.

There was a knock on the door. Natalie was going to answer it but her body felt so heavy. Like she was one with the couch. It didn't matter though, the door was opening up anyways. Her head rolled to see who it was and she was fucked.

She'd never been high in front of Emily or JJ. How was this getting worse and worse?! "You ok there?" JJ had smiled while setting her bags down, trying to mask the worry that seeped through.

"Are you spending the night?" Nat hummed, noting the bag. They only brought them in if they planned to stay closer to work. She never minded when they would surprise her with a little sleepover.

"Were you having a little movie party?" Emily took note of all the snacks. "With three drinks?"

"Yeah I like an assortment of drinks. The soda is to get a nice carbonation going, the water to cleanse the pallet, and the juice- mmmh the juice. It's a nice topper and refreshing." She explained to them. Pointing to each drink without making eye contact.

There was a silence, she figured they shared one of their looks they did. "You've been drinkin'?" Emily dropped the question rather abrupt. Rounding the couch a bit to actually see Natalie's face.

"No," She said quietly. Never in her life had she been thankful for dim lighting. That lamp was the best investment when she moved in.

JJ had set down the glass of juice after taking a sip, the glass clinking against the ceramic coaster. It made Natalie's eyes travel up the arm and to those beautiful blue eyes. Oh those eyes knew. She was doomed.

The woman squinted looking down at her. A hand coming to gentle hold her chin so Nat had no choice but to look up. JJ saw the slight droopiness. "Natty...are you..high?"

The youngest frowned and nodded. She was doubled fucked. Emily was take a back by that. She was processing that detail, but then she saw the bag on the corner. Picking it up and examining the three Cheeto puffs. Without thinking, and under the assumption the younger had smoked something, she ate one. Handing the bags over to JJ and sitting next to Nat on the couch.

"What'd you smoke out of?" Emily questioned, trying to find the source herself.

Nat shook her brown waves while reaching forward for the soda. "I didn't smoke, I had edibles. They were right over..." her eyes couldn't find the bag. She knew she was high but there was no way she'd misplaced the bag.

JJ sat down and set the bag with one Cheeto puff left down. Nat swore she was just being pranked. The cameras could've come out at any moment and shock her.

Her head fell back and her hands slapped over her eyes. "You both just ate a Cheeto puff." She whispered. It was more to herself than to them. "The edibles were the Cheeto puffs. Oh this night is so fucking bad." She sighed.

"The...oh we're gonna need more snacks." Emily laughed. She thought this was the funniest thing to ever happen this year. Emily herself wasn't a newbie to being high, she had her fair share of it. But everyone knew JJ didn't dabble at all. And the look of worry was plastered all over her face.

Both Emily and Nat got into the kitchen, shuffling around each other to get a bigger collection of snacks. Natalie reached up to a bowl for the chips, her body just not stretching far enough to get it. Emily saw and came up right behind her. Hand on her hip as she pulled down the bowl. The younger's jaw had slacked and she didn't know how to respond.

The kitchen light was lighter and a traitor to the home owner as she turned in Emily's grasp. "You're blushing, babe." She smirked, patting her hip twice before moving to look for chopsticks.

"They're in their own drawer now. We've started a collection." Nat had worked on autopilot, moving to get them. Yet, she was still stuck in the corner. She hated that they knew and she didn't know how to bring it up.

"Is the room supposed to be getting smaller?" JJ called from the living room.

"How strong were those things?" Emily laughed even more.

"Too strong." Was all she answered before following back to the living room. Ready to reclaim her spot in the middle. She placed her hand on JJ's knee, giving it a small squeeze. "You'll be floating in a few more minutes."

As she went to sit, her hand was pulled. Falling into JJ's arms as she hugged her. Holding her and burying her head into Nat's back. "How long does it last?"

The girl was a tomato at this point. "I...I couldn't tell you. Everyone reacts different." She managed. Feeling how the blonde readjusted them to be sitting and leaning back a bit. "JJ..."

"Bet you weren't expecting her to be overly affectionate did you?" Emily teased from her side of the couch, her eyes trained to the scene in front of her. "But you like it don't you?"

There. There was that teasing. The teasing that what seemed like ages ago she had thought would never happen. What the fuck was happening tonight?

Nat's breathing was normal but her heart was thumping ever so loudly. "What...what did she say?"

"Penelope told us..." JJ hummed from behind. Her nose in the crook of her neck now and taking a deep breath in. Exhaling slowly, letting her warm breath travel the skin. "You got a little crush going," JJ had answered. Her hands sliding to her waist and pushing Nat back into the middle of them. "Specially for two older women."

Oh it was so bad. Penelope would definelty be getting a lecture. She could've just said it was for older women. "Oh." She shifted to sit criss cross between them.

Emily stifled her laughter and place a hand on the others knee. "You're cute, ya' know? So when did it start?"

Natalie shook her head with her brows drawn together. "You're gonna question me about it? You knowing is already embarrassing enough. Also this is the worst movie night I've ever had." She was quick to hide her face again in her hands.

JJ was quick to wrap her arms back around the younger. "Can you really blame us for being curious Natty? See it from our eyes, we just found out what you've been known."

Natalie saw her point, her eyes peeked out and focused on the tv. "Seriously since I was twenty-two, but always since I was twenty."

"Seven years?!" Emily did a double take. Earning a soft, she almost had missed it, noise from the one in question. "How'd you even get that by us for so long?"

"Correction, I would've still gotten by if Penelope didn't say anything. And I grew up around Sean. I'm programmed to be sneaky." She dropped her hands, reaching for the remote to start looking for a movie.

The conversation dropped as the three all got comfortable on the couch. Natalie in the middle leaning against JJ as her legs were splayed over Emily's. They had found some Netflix original eventually and their night was set. Snacks being distributed as the intro began.

Eventually, each had slowly fallen asleep after the other as the show dragged on. Not even making it to the third episode.

The show played far off while they slept, but Natalie was a lighter sleeper than both of them. So when the faint explosion sounds filled the room, instantly she was up. Eyes still heavy from the edible.

She glanced around, taking in the dim surroundings and the two agents who were still out cold. Yet only now she was pulled back into JJ while Emily laid out on their legs, her arms wrapping around both outer thighs. The youngest sighed and shifted more into the position, a hand finding its self in the silver waves.

There was this blanket of warmth that draped over her in the moment. The two seemed ok with the crush, even as they cuddled her and gave her no out. She reveled in the feeling though, there was no telling if this would ever happen again. She sighed content and let herself drift back to sleep.

"Where do you think she found Cheeto puff edibles? Especially ones that strong," Emily had asked to her wife. The two had come back from the land of sleep and had agreed not to move till the one back in question woke up.

JJ have a half shrug, "you can find anything now and days. The real question is why she took them tonight of all nights."

"Maybe she knew before we came over. I mean really think about it, Penelope didn't mean to slip up so she would've probably sent a warning text. She's been crushing for seven years." Emily reasoned.

Only JJ laughed, "yeah and you waited over fifteen till you finally said anything about your crush. Then Penelope wouldn't drop it for days."

"It was like avoiding the inevitable. But we're not talking about us." Emily pushed off the embarrassing memories of running from her own crush. But looking at it now, she did get the girl in the end.

"Do you think it was cause she was nervous?" The blonde had proposed.

There was a grumble, "yes. You're both hot. Yeah I'm nervous." Natalie had began to stir awake. Only catching the end of the conversation as her eyes slowly blinked open. She inhaled sharply, finally coming through just enough to process. "And Emily had never been secretive, everyone knew she wanted you....well except you."

"Oh so you wake up instantly funny?" Emily pinched her thigh, earning the softest laughter she's ever heard from the younger.

"Mm-hmm, can't switch it off basically even in my dreams I'm a comedian." Nat had let her eyes flutter open on their own, finally seeing the raven-haired woman gazing up at her.

"And what are in your dreams?" Emily let a small, knowing smile grow on her lips.

"Well since I'm the topic, why'd you guys even show up?" She dodged the question, and then sat up. Her eyes looking down to Emily then glancing back to JJ. The two shared a similar look but it was hard to pick out for her.

As much as Natalie knew the two, they knew each other better and deeper. They knew every look and its meaning without fail. So she let out an exaggerated huff and detangled herself. Slipping from the couch and to her feet. When Nat turned, both women were staring with lust filled eyes. They finally took in her pajamas. The cut shirt hanging loosely around her shoulders and the plaid pajamas pants just barely teasing a tramp stamp.

Natalie was no fool to such stares, she's seen them continuously throughout her life. Yet, something about it being from the two women of her dreams seemed to be more intimidating than she expected. Her heart beat began to beat within her ears. "You're both staring."

"Natty...come back to us." JJ had patted the spot she left lightly. Blue eyes drowning out any opposing thought Natalie could think of, leaving her with nothing but to obey.

She cautiously climbed right back between them. Back once again to JJ's chest as Emily made herself even more comfortable on their legs. Staring through her perfect lashes up to Nat and meeting her warm brown eyes. The way they enticed her after each teasing joke.

"You really think we're attractive, baby?" Emily had lulled her head to the side. Needing to finally hear it from the girl, not that they needed any more confirmation. But all her answer was was a delayed nod. "Oh no, you could tell everyone else about your little crush, so tell us now."

"Please," Nat meekly got out. Her cheeks burning up at the demand. It was one thing talking to Penelope and Tara about the details, but to these two it felt like being dragged through the Rocky Mountains by a F-150. ( A/n: Y'all I love making jokes about f-150s).

JJ nuzzled her nose right behind the girls ear, hands slipping back under her shirt and around her waist. "You ever dream about us?" Her voice low and aged, it made Natalie's body shiver with desperation. Her cheeks only seemed to grow redder as they both stared her down.

And that's when Emily saw it in those caramel eyes. "This embarrasses you?" Her lips curled into a sinister smirk. Using her hands to push herself up, she got right to Natalie's eye level. "But that's whats turning you on right now isn't it? Being caught finally."

Nat's eyes glazed with an undeniable guilt. "I...I'm sorry..." She swallowed thickly, not knowing what there was to be apologizing for. Maybe because she knew these women as her step-dad's colleagues once. Maybe it's their age difference and how controversial this would all be. Maybe because she knew they were going to pull every string from her, figure everything out in five minutes tops.

Her body tingled as JJ's used her right hand to brush the deep sea of brown over to the other shoulder, placing a delicate kiss to the exposed skin. Watching as goosebumps rose instantly in her wake and all down the girls arms.

"Don't be sorry, sweetie...just tell us about it." JJ's hands tickled at her sides. The blonde always seemed so much more playful, but Natalie sought it out the same way she did Emily's teasing nature.

Emily hummed in agreement, leaning in yet she went past Natalie. It happened beyond her peripheral, but she heard the kiss. A soft whine just barely made it out her lips.

Natalie had a brief moment of clarity. She realized the situation she was in now. The woman she dreams of were caging her in and kissing next to her. Like they had something to celebrate suddenly.

Then the silver-haired woman kissed right next to where her wife had. "When did you realize?" She raised the first question, placing another kiss only closer to the rushing pulse.

Natalie shivered in their touches. "What part?" She whispered, it seemed her voice was slipping away from her. Her eyes staring directly off to the side, not brave enough to keep holding eye contact.

"The first time you realized anything for us." JJ answered this time. Letting her hands roam over the soft torso, enjoying the body heat under her fingertips.

Natalie was caught with a shaky exhale, searching deeply in herself for the courage to talk about this while they were all over her. Their sweet vanilla and deep cinnamon scents mixing becoming an intoxicating drink that should cost a fortune. It was expensive on both parts, Nat knew that. She's seen them buy their perfumes on several occasions. Never once though had she considered them this close in more than just a fleeting hug.

"The first day." Was all she managed, a whiny hum following as Emily squeezed at her thighs.

Abruptly, her head was forced to turn. Meeting the dark, almost black, eyes of the chief. There was the tiniest smirk of evil playing at her lips. "You ever kiss an older woman?" Emily asked again. Her obsidian gaze, hard and unbreakable, but full of curiosity. Natalie moved against the hand in a silent 'no'.

"You've never been with a woman, have you?" JJ's hands had found their way to hold Nat's wrist, pinning them into the couch lightly while always feeling the thundering heartbeat under her grasp. The idea of just talking Natalie through it was enough to sedate her for now, especially feeling how well it was working.

Emily watched as the embarrassment only seeped only further. The girls brows furrowed as her features began to frown and her eyes began to tear up.

Natalie tried to steady herself, never knowing she could get so worked up from just simple questions. It wasn't that this was a bad embarrassment...it was just one she didn't let get too far because of this exact reason. For the same reason her body rattled with her deep intake. "I..I've tried."

"You've tried?" The blonde woman hummed before pushing the youngest closer to Emily. JJ started to rearrange how she was sitting. Bringing her knees in and folding them under her , listening to the quiet whine of her jeans as they hugged around her legs.

Nat sat sandwiched between the married couple. Lips just slightly parting as she took in every tiny detail on Emily's skin. The faintest scars from her job being almost invisible. So lightly, "they just weren't either of you..." Her eyes flickered down to the growing smirk.

"Oh so you really wanted to hide this from us, huh?" Emily couldn't contain the constant teasing. She was falling in awe of that embarrassed look. "How many before you gave up?"

The brunette inhaled, eyes widening. The answer was embarrassing. Beyond what she already felt in this questionnaire. Natalie shook her head, jumping from her spot and finally feeling the coolness of her apartment once again. Her feet stumbling around the coffee table to get even more space. She was dazed entirely.

Both women stood as well, keeping their distance on the other side, but in the dim lighting they seemed like the hungriest of carnivores. "Natty...'s the answer that bad?" JJ's words were a dangerous growl.

Natalie's head snapped up at the creak of floorboards, her own step back being taken. "I don't like this game anymore." She so simply stated, eyes pleading to Emily.

"I bet you went on for years trying to forget us," the silver fox faked her hurt. Another step closer. "Was it more than five?"

Her hair shook swiftly with her head, eyes then going to JJ. Natalie managed her biggest puppy eyes, "Jayge..." her voice was nothing but a whine.

In a moment of hope, she saw how the blues eased up. Not thinking further of it, Nat approached the other. Stopping right when her feet were situated between JJ's. The security of the position heightening when arms wrapped around her and rested low. Natalie was positive she was free from the continuous questions. That this would be the moment where they pause and laugh about how tense it got.

"Be a good girl and answer our question."

Natalie let her jaw drop in shock. How she hated controlled expressions. Yet, the nick name whipped her entire thought process and once again she was left to feel her voice slip away. Her big brown eyes gawked up. With a shaky hand, she raised one finger.

"Only one woman?" JJ tilted her head slightly, earning a slow nod. "You kiss her?" A shake of the head. "Did you want to?" Another shake. "Have you ever kissed a woman?" A long, silent beat passed.

A shake of the head.

"Do you wanna kiss JJ?" Emily's warm breath breezed passed her ear. She had made her way over quietly as the two were trapped in their own moment. "You wanna kiss my wife, don't you Natty?"

Her chest rose and fell deep. Nat only glanced down for a second. It was fleeting really, but when she looked up, the two were flush against her. Officially trapping their prey in her inevitable end.

JJ brought a steady hand to cup the girls cheek. Staring down at her with such a fauxed innocence. "It's ok if you do, sweetheart. You just gotta use those pretty words and tell us, yeah?"

Natalie swallowed thickly. Taking a second to let the words come back to her. It was intriguing how the two literally stole her ability to speak. "I do...I wanna kiss you.." Her voice quivered.

"Good girl," they both purred. The sounds wrapped her up for certain now. She was theirs, she always has been. It was just a matter of when they'd notice.

"Well, go on then. Kiss her." Emily nudged slightly. The eager lint in her voice only obvious to JJ. Her dark brown eyes tracing from the side as Nat leaned into the blonde.

Her shaking hand coming from her side to bring JJ down closer. Keeping the slightest distance for her to call the joke now, but it was her lips crashing to Nat's that made it all real.

Natalie's heart was deafening as it felt like heaven. JJ had soft lips, they knew how to lead a kiss with care and ease. Like they knew how fragile this moment was for all three of them. It was the start of what they would only find out later.

It was the groan of Emily that brought Nat back from the kiss. Reluctantly, she had pulled back and stared star-dazed up at JJ before spinning in the middle to face the other. Taking a step right into the blonde as she saw how primal Emily gawked at her. Ready to eat her entirely in one bite.

"Ya' know, it was Em who wanted you first? When you first came to the office, she just couldn't stop asking about you. Wanted to know all about you Natty. The littlest Hotchner." JJ had the firmest grip on the others hips, holding her to her spot. It contradicted how delicately she spoke about the memory.

Natalie let her eyes grow impossibly wider, "really?" It was an exhale more than a whisper. Her own disbelief becoming completely seen. "But..you weren't there the day I came in?"

"No, I was still with Interpol, but the picture Penelope sent me was enough for me to know everything I needed. You looked so perfect in that dress you had made, making sure you were seen. I almost flew that afternoon to try and meet you." Emily sounded almost winded as well. Finally speaking the same things she did to JJ that night over call.

"I thought I was going to have to fight for my spot as her wife still." JJ joked from behind, seemingly the only one not panting for her life. "But then I got to know you so well Natty."

"She would tell me everything about you until I came back. Then I finally got to meet you myself. I remember how you stared at me at your brother's resignation party." Emily let a hand brush over the others hair, sliding to hold her cheek possessively. "Baby, you were never slick about this crush."

Nat froze in fear. Seven years of being played had to be the icing on the embarrassment cake. They always knew? "No way..." She furrowed her brows, her lips frowning as tears began to pool in her eyes. "But...then.."

"It's too cute seeing you try to hide it." Emily leaned in, planting a kiss to the escaped tear. Licking the salty liquid from her lips and humming in approval. "I bet you are just the sweetest, aren't you?"

She raised a hand to Emily's chest and took a very sharp breath. It cleared her mind just enough, "I think we need to pause. I need a minute." Natalie was serious in such a polite way somehow. Physically shuddering as both women back off.

"What's wrong Natty?" JJ was instantly concerned and infant of the younger as she took a step into her own space.

Natalie didn't really know how to express still being a virgin. She knew these two were ready to pounce and take everything she'd give up, but she just didn't want this to her just being some toy in their marriage.

"What...what is happening?" Slipped and her glassy, big doe eyes shined in the living room lighting. "Are...are we about to..."

JJ and Emily instantly knew what the hesitation was. "Oh sweetheart we don't have to rush into anything if you don't want. If you're not ready for anything we can take it slow." The silver haired woman explained first.

"Never would we want you uncomfortable. If this isn't what you want then it won't happen till you want." JJ reassured, watching it work as the younger eased up and stood more loosely. "What do you want?"

Natalie thought for just a moment. She wanted them, yes, but she wanted to be the third to their marriage. If they would let her in that far. She wanted to be the face they came home to after a case or long day at work. But those were all long run objectives. Right now, she wanted to start something new.

"I want to kiss Em and then just talk?" She seemed to be asking if they also were ok with that.

The room bubbled in quiet laughs and just that happened. Emily stepped closer and gave Natalie the lead to lean in first. Making sure this is what she did want. But when their lips met, Emily instantly lost all restraint and pulled Natalie in tightly, deepening the kiss just slightly.

JJ from behind shook her head at her wife before patting her shoulder to remind her about the conversations literal seconds ago. Then she disappeared into the kitchen. Leaving the two to break away and stare with smiles.

"You two are going to be the death of me," Natalie confessed. Sighing as she knew her words were true. Her eyes glittered with such affection, Emily knew she would have to seriously talk to JJ at home.

And when the other came back, she saw the look in Emily's eyes. It was one she saw directed at her for years. She could already hear the conversation for later and she knew it would be an ease agreement.

JJ found a spot on the couch, just like the one she had earlier, and patted the cushion next to her. Getting both sets of brown eyes napping out the trance, and suddenly all the love and affection was directed to her.

Both wasted no second before all sitting close on the sofa. Silently admiring each other instead and it was peaceful. So peaceful, Natalie let her head roll back and her eyes close. Her chest rising as the air filled her lungs.

"How long will this last?" She asked into the chilled air. Not to anyone in particular, more like she was asking the universe. "Don't let it ever end."

JJ and Emily shared a knowing glance, their thoughts entirely synced up. "Natalie." Emily called first, bringing the younger's head forward and being captured by her adoring eyes. "Let us take you to dinner."

Her head tilted to the right, "Like a date?"

JJ chuckled, "exactly like a date, hun."

She was quiet, acting like she had anything to think about. "Make it somewhere pretty, I know exactly what to wear." Her smile was shining as her cheeks began to warm once more.

~ "Have you noticed the change in their wardrobes in the past few months?" Penelope was burning through the glass window of Emily's office. She leaned against Tara's desk and knew she wasn't the only one to notice the change.

"Maybe they're trying something new. It's hardly different...just way more..." Tara was trying to figure it out. She had noticed how much more expensive both had began looking.

"Possessive girlfriends?" Natalies voice came from behind the two. "Yeah, as a fashion designer, I had some say in the shopping trip. Should've seen them at dinner the other night though," She blew out before walking past. Spinning and leaving the two with a wink before disappearing into the office with the two as well.

Penelope and Tara were left speechless as they watched the blinds close. They turned to each other with jaws on the floor as they had clearly been left out on a very important conversation.

"We defenitly need to bring her out to a girls night and pull those answers from her." Tara spoke first.

"I can do Friday night." Penelope was already conjuring up a text. They were going to leave no choice for the woman, even if they had to show up to her house. They were getting their answers.

#emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #criminal minds #original character #criminal minds evolution #jemily #fanfic #jj jareau #tara lewis #penelope garcia #season 17 based #Emily

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mandy-asimp · 5 months ago

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Hi! If you’re taking request, could I request Agatha Harkness x reader please? Where reader is dancing around home, headphones in, eyes, closed, singing as loudly as they please to their favorite song while she is cleaning? Agatha is in the doorway watching reader with a loving smile on her face

Basement of mysteries

Agatha Harkness x reader

Warnings: alcohol usage, language, teasing, a brief smut, drug usage (edibles), oh carol lowkey was the victim to portraying the asshole unfortunately the plot called for it, oh age gap like of almost twenty years

Songs mentioned throughout: All My Heart by Sleeping with Sirens, Dance for You by Beyoncé (thank you Beyoncé for letting me write this), Juno by Sabrina Carpenter

A/n: if you can't tell based on how I wrote this I'm so ready for summer😔 I hope this is to your liking anon

You had just walked across the stage, grabbing that degree you worked four long tedious years for. You were finally free from the grasp of Westview University and now it was onto the actual world. Although, as of now you were running in heels to hug your mother, Wanda. Laughing as she had the happiest tears rolling down her cheeks as you had done it.

Her oldest child is finally an adult and no longer her baby girl. “I’m so proud of you, detka!” She squeezed you tightly. “I always knew you would make it far, and you only have further to go.”

Your cheeks heated, “thank you mama! But I couldn't have done it without all of your guy’s support,” You pulled your father into a hug next. “And your money!”

Vision had really laughed at that one. “It’s a blessing there's still eight years till the twins go. Now it’s just a matter of putting that degree to a good cause.”

Your head nodded eagerly, “it will not be wasted, pinky promise.” You held up your small finger and beamed widely, only to lose it as your younger brothers attacked you and almost knocked you over.

“Does this mean you’ll finally be back home?” Tommy had so eagerly asked. In his eyes he would finally have some real competition for gaming with you home again. “I need someone who actually can stand a chance against me in video games again!”

“Hey!” Billy had frowned.

You threw your head back in laughter, “please! You don’t stand a chance against me in any game. But I’m pretty sure mama and pops got rid of my room so you,” your finger playfully jabbed into his chest, “could have your own room?” Your eyes were back up to your parents who wore guilty smiles.

“They grew so fast and you had left the nest…can you really blame us?” Wanda had given a nervous chuckle. It did raise the question where you would stay since giving up your apartment.

“She can stay in my spare room for the summer,” an all too familiar voice echoed behind you. It rang in your ears.

You were instantly back to your full height and spinning, the biggest smile plastered on your face. “Aggie!” You threw yourself into a crushing hug.

Agatha Harkness was your next door neighbor and your mother’s best friend in Westview. You considered her one of the most important people in your life. She helped you through so much more than she had to. When the twins were born and you needed peace and quiet, you’d be at her dining table while she worked in her basement. She even had let you spend a few nights when things were a little rough at home with the two boys.

But what really sealed her importance to you was once you hit sixteen, you were a real teenage girl. You had snuck out while on the worst grounding of your life for a party. Yet, your plans had backfired and hit south by your third drink. You knew your mother would’ve let you have it after making sure you were safe, but Agatha didn’t. She came to get you and was beyond worry. She let you stay that night, and the next afternoon she brought you back home and made up some lie for you.

“I’m so proud of you, hun.” She whispered into your ear and it only made your heart stutter in your chest. The words made your hold tighten just a little more before pulling away.

“Well, when I had your help it was cake work. This is our degree technically.” You felt your cheeks warm even more under her gaze. You then turned to face your family again, stepping over slightly so Agatha was included. “But, as lovely as having an actual room and not a living room couch sounds, I couldn't possibly. I have at least ten tubs full of clothes…”

Wanda’s brows furrowed tightly. “And where did you acquire all these clothes?!” She honestly wanted to believe you to be exaggerating but knowing her own daughter, you weren’t.

You only flashed a toothy smile, “I did a lot of thrifting in my free time here! I just assumed I’d be able to store most of it in the basement? Unless you already did something to the basement?”

“It’s our hangout spot!” Billy beamed. “Whenever we have our friends over it’s easier to keep us all in the basement than scattered in the rooms!”

You raised your rows at the twins who were already pulling up pictures to show you. “Wow…so I left for two years and you renovated the entire house basically?” You were obviously teasing your parents who were reduced to stuttering trying to defend themselves. Your hair only shook as you looked at Agatha again. “Are you sure you’re willing to give up your sanctuary to let me stay? I promise I'll find somewhere as soon as possible!”

“Hun you have always been more than welcomed in my home. Well store everything in the garage since it's more than empty. Ralph cleared it all out during the divorce.” She planned already, knowing there was more than enough space for you to store all ten tubs of clothes and then some. “All you have to do is abide by the rules and we will have no issues.”

You frowned at her for a brief second, she still had her silent rules. You figured at this point she’d be done with whatever it was she was always working on. “You’re still in that basement?”

“It’s a study that takes more than a few years,” she laughed it off.

You wanted to follow along, but you honestly had no idea what study she could be commencing in her own home like that. So, without further questions you agreed to comply. “Ok, deal. Now though, as we stand in this setting sun, we should go get dinner. Tomorrow is going to be a day full of moving out!”

“And where would you like to go, prodigy of mine?” Vision raised the question. After all, this was your day. Whatever you wished was their command. Yet by the smirk that grew on your lips they knew the answer already.

It was Wanda's turn to shake her head. “Alright, then we should get going before it gets too busy. Boys you’ll ride with us and Agatha can ride with your sister.”

There was a fit of protest from the two as they reluctantly followed your parents. Leaving you and Agatha to walk to your car on the other side. At first it was silent, mostly because you had no idea what to really say. But once you were driving with your music softly playing, you found it.

“You know, I did mean it. Besides mom and dad you really were my biggest support. And honestly…don't tell mama, but I think you were tied with her. I relied a lot on you and you never gave up on me. This is our degree Ags.” Your words were sincere and you spoke them so delicately.

“You credit me too much hun, you did all this. We just helped when you needed it.” She tried to discredit herself from your praise. Truly not thinking much of it.

It was when you rolled to a red light you turned to face her. Catching her blue eyes already on you. “Agatha. I’m serious. I wouldn't have made it this far as easily without you. The nights you stayed on the phone to keep me focused on writing papers? The amount of times I quoted you and was able to be at the top of my game? It was all thanks to you, really.”

And in your eyes she could see how much you really wanted your words to get through to her. “I’m glad I could help you then, especially since it all paid off. Now…what’s your plan?”

“Enjoy my summer before I have to get to the real work. I’ve done enough future thinking within the last four years that I’ve missed some summers.�� You sighed in relief at the thought of doing absolutely nothing for the next two or three months.

Agatha chuckled at that, knowing you really did mean it. “So what? You’re just gonna lay around my house all summer?” Your head eagerly bobbed. She let out another laugh and then the silence took back over.

That night you had enjoyed dinner with your family. Catching up on the last months where you had told almost nobody about what it was you were working on. Telling your parents about all the work you had actually done to graduate with the top five of your class. Although, these were things Agatha had already heard about and listened with a content smile to her lips. The boys had asked you many questions about what it was like and along with what half the words you were saying were. All to which you answered with ease as they saw the glimmer of genius in your eyes.

Even as you had gone back to your apartment for one last night, you couldn’t help the giddiness of finally being done with college. And you assumed neither could your friends as they had texted you by nine to come out with them. You weren’t going to pass up one more night with your closest friends.

“And in walks the prodigy!” Kate had beamed, dragging you to the tall table that had shots waiting for you. “Drink! Then greetings!”

You did, you threw back the two shots that had your name written all over them before being slid a purple mixed drink. “This is going to be our best night. No doubt. We finished and are actually holding degrees.” You were all ready to confess the secrets you've kept for four years.

“Are we finally getting to know the secrets on how you finished in the top five out of everyone?” Yelana raised a challenging brow. She was the first one to grow suspicious that you were always cheating on your papers to make them damn near perfect.

You blushed at the thought of Agatha, “I had a little help is all I'll start with. And that helps name is Agatha Harkness.” Prying eyes grew curious as you ended with taking a sip of your drink. Face contorting at how strong it really was.

“Double shots all night long baby!” America beamed as she took her own sip. “And this, Agatha, will we ever get a face to the name or are we just supposed to believe that's what you call ChatGPT?”

You threw your head back in a laugh. “You got me! No, Agatha is my mom’s best friend and our next door neighbor. I would call her when typing papers if I ever had a question, then she would stay on the phone with me while I typed the entire paper in one night. She was just someone who always kept me on track.”

“You got the hots for your neighbor, don't you?” Yelena called you out instantly. She knew your tells so easily, along with your type. The darkening crimson confirmed her accusation.

“Oh, this just got ten times more interesting. So when you went home all those weekends, was it just to spend time with her?” Kate joined the teasing game.

Your head shook in disbelief they picked you apart so easily. “I’m only two shots in and this conversation is definitely for when we’re all drunk giggling.”

“What's a conversation for drunk giggles?” Cassie had finally arrived, taking her shots without missing a beat. “Congrats prodigy, you actually held your spot as number one!”

“She has a crush on her next door neighbor, who’s also her mom’s best friend, who also fed her everything to hold that spot as number one.” Kate was quick to spit out the facts that had already been covered.

“If we get you drunk enough will you call her to come get you so we can all meet her?” Cassie never missed the chance to tease you. “Does this also explain why you refused to get any girlfriend here on campus?”

There was a collection of realization in the form of gasps. “Oh you’re so getting wasted and talking more about this woman. Do you have a picture?” America leaned closer to you, her finger landing on your phone.

Which to your luck was a picture of you and Agatha from a few summers ago. It was her learning over while you balanced on her back taking the picture through the bathroom mirror. It was from the night you had gotten into a small argument with you mom, it was over something so stupid but you couldn’t remember what. All you remember was going to her house and spending the night laughing over the stupidest things together.

“Oh! Is this her?!” America snatched your phone, bringing into the group circle you were left out of as they all examined the woman. “You got more pictures of her?”

You stared with your lips pressed into a tight smile. “You guys don’t know what privacy is.”

“And you don’t know what sharing details is. She's hot, and assuming that this is on the lock screen, there's definitely an album dedicated to her.” Yeleana was the one to hold the phone next, making your blood run cold as you knew she knew your password. You no longer stood a chance.

So, you downed the rest of your drink in one go before rushing to the bar to get another round of shots for everyone and another drink. Coming back to them all with their hands folded and knowing looks. You handed out the shots before letting them continue to eat you alive.

“To graduation, ladies.” You raised up both your shots and led them through it. Pushing the now empty glasses into the middle and homing another drink.

“Over three hundred photos together.” Kate stated. She tried to fight the laughter that begged to break free as her brown eyes glittered with the taunts she had lined up. “That’s more than my album. And I’ve been around since freshman year continuously.”

“And she’s been around longer.”

“The earliest picture you have with her is from your high school graduation. You do see how this makes your crush look?” Cassie was still scrolling through all the pictures. One in particular caught her attention. “Explain this one to us, like in great detail.”

The phone turned and you were greeted with a picture of you on her back once more. It was a little more blurry as you were clearly fake screaming with a smile. Agatha was also caught mid scream in the photo. You didn’t answer right away as you tried to remember how you actually accumulated the moment.

“Oh so you were drunk? So it’s a natural thing to call her while you’re influenced, huh?” America didn’t even need to think twice about her words. She knew how forgetful you were when really drunk. “You’ll call her tonight right?”

You felt too hot under this spotlight. “I don’t know why I kept you all around this long. You’re all invaders, you know that right?”

Yelena, stared at you the longest in this moment. “You need a little push.”

“No!” you protested, but it was far too late. The other three were holding you back as the blonde was already searching through your contacts. The phone hit her ear and you felt mortified at the suddenness of all this. “Yelena, hang up the fucking phone!” You cried, still fighting against the holds.

“Hi! Yes, is this Agatha? Yes! Yeah, she's perfectly fine but she wanted to invite you out for drinks!” And as the conversation kept going, you felt your heart rattle your ribs. There was no escaping this anymore, they were going to embarrass you and force your confession. “Great! We’ll see you soon then!”

You stopped moving and were in complete disbelief. “You’re a bitch.”

“You love us, and you’ll thank us!” She beamed her bright smile as the phone was finally back in your grasp. “Besides, she sounds nice.”

“I need something stronger.” You were no longer in this reality. You couldn’t be.

“Are you sure you wanna be drunk in front of her?” America twirled her straw as she wore such a taunting smirk. “What if you slip up and say something provoking?”

The idea crossed your mind. You pondered everything that you could say and everything they could say. You loved your friends more than anything, that was clear, and they loved you just as much back. They wouldn’t let you say anything that would really be detrimental to any of you. They weren’t that evil. “Fuck it.”

By the time Agatha had arrived, your group was all feeling the buzz of each drink and shot. You were mid sentence when you caught the slight elbow Kate gave Yelena. Your eyes narrowed before whipping around to find the woman of the night. Her blue oceans drowning you in seconds flat as she got closer.

“As we live in breath, the walking ChatGPT!” Kate grinned as she came closer to you. “You must be the famous Agatha Harkness? I’m Kate!” She was quick to get her name and hand out.

“And let me guess, Cassie, Yelena, and America?” She pointed to everyone. Agatha had taken her spot right next to you at the table. “This one here has told me many stories about you all.It’s nice to finally see the faces all in person.”

America hummed, “And yet we just found out about you tonight. She likes her secrets, especially when they make her seem so smart.”

“We should get you a drink!” You interfered with the line of questions that was inevitable. “‘M assuming your classic order?” You didn’t need her to confirm anything, you already knew her answer.

“That would be nice, thank you hun.” She flashed that inviting smile as you skipped away. Although, you wished you had the right mind to not leave her with your friends.

You were leaning against the bar so simply waiting for the bartender. Not paying any mind to anyone around you as you picked at your baby pink acrylics. Your mind was full of Agatha without you realizing. She smelt better than you’ve ever remembered. The deep hints of cinnamon were paired nicely with maybe honey, you didn’t get enough to really tell. But all you knew was you wanted to fall into the scent so bad. Then there was her hair, it was free from the styling of earlier. It was just those dark waves that could wash away any issue you felt.

“And what is a pretty thing like yourself doing at a bar all alone?” A voice came into your ear, along with a body pressed to your back. Whoever it was was radiating warmth, their voice low and full of mischief. Your head turned so slightly to the side to catch a glimpse of the blonde loose curls. “Aren’t you just a cutie?”

“I’m not alone…” You had managed out, turning back to the bar top and accepting the dark drink. “I’m here celebrating with friends.” Fully turning, you got a better look at the woman. Her eyes were a striking brown and her smile was bright like the sun. You could’ve sworn you’ve seen her somewhere but maybe that was just the drinks.

“And what are we celebrating tonight?” She leaned in closer. Her perfume, although you questioned if it was a cologne, invaded your smell. Heavy musk wrapped around you in an alerting way.

“Graduation. I’m free from the grasps of college finally!” You couldn’t help the grin you flashed at her. Talking about it still felt like a dream, one you finally lived out. “I’m a prodigy as my friends would say. Which I should get back to them.”

“No, no, stay a little longer with me. What’s the rush? Got someone at that table already for you?” Her question rang in your head, bouncing off every other thought you had. “I’m Carol.”

You giggled, “like Carol Danvers?” It was meant to be a joke.

“That would be me, what? I have a reputation or something?” Her soft smile turned to a wicked grin, like she knew that answer already.

The gasp escaped you before you could stop it. You were a freshman when you heard all about the infamous Carol Danvers. For as smart as she was, she loved to drag other girls into her trouble. Always finding a way to turn all the consequences away from her. Now you understood how they always fell into her trap, she was so confident it was hard not to want to go with her. Especially when her hand had snuck its way around your waist and brought you flush against her.

“So, pretty girl, what’s it gonna be?” She was right there, almost giving you no option.

“There you are!” Agatha’s voice pierced through the tension. Her sharp eyes questioning you and the situation. “Is that my drink hun?” She pointed to the glass that was pressed into your exposed chest. Agatha noted how flushed it was up close. Lost for words, you nodded and turned to hand it over. Your words choking you was honestly a blessing, you would so much rather be dead than in this spot.

“And who’s this?” Carol raised a curious brow, eyes raking over Agatha and sizing her up. In her head, the older woman was absolutely no match for her. She would be dragging you to her bed in a matter of minutes.

“Agatha Harkness, dear!” Her name was delivered with a cunning smile. “And who might you be?”

“Carol Danvers.” Was all the blonde said. Her fingers tightened on your waist. “We were just about to get out of here.”

Your jaw dropped to say anything, but alas not a single sound came out. Only a pleading look filled your eyes as you never broke your gaze from your neighbor. To Agatha, you looked absolutely frightened as the woman tried to pull you closer to her. “I dunno, looks like she would rather stay here with her friends and I. You know, her girlfriend.”

The title finally made you give a quiet squeak. You must’ve been burning up, or the room had to be scorching. It felt like a fire was ignited right beneath you.

“Her girlfriend?” Carol clearly didn’t believe such a claim. “And what's someone like you doing with someone so young?”

“That’s not something you need to know. Now. Take your dirty paws off her.” Agatha was tired of playing nice. Her patience ran thin the moment she had turned to see you pinned against the wooden counter.

“Or what? I’m sure she can make decisions for herself.” She didn’t seem to know what backing down was. Nor did she seem to know who she was messing with.

You however, knew exactly what Agatha was capable of and tonight you really didn’t want to be kicked out the bar. “Ags…let's just get back to the table.” You tried to break into the intensity of their staring match, failing miserably by how quiet you spoke.

The brunette stepped closer to you, no..closer to Carol. A deep glint of something flickered and you just could feel how horrible this was about to go. You had to be the one to stop this. Your hand had placed itself to Agatha’s chest, stopping her from coming any closer. You could feel her heart drumming against her chest.

“And look at that, she's made her choice to leave the old hag.” Carol’s words slipped past your ear and it was milliseconds from the nastiest bar brawl you would’ve ever witnessed.

Agatha tried to get closer, but you managed to be faster. Grabbing her free hand and immediately dragging her away. First was to the table to set her drink down, and then was the bathroom. You pulled her in and locked the door behind you.

“No, let me give that dumb blonde a piece of my mind! If she thinks she can talk to me like that and walk away without a scratch- oh boy is she wrong!” Her hands clenched at her sides as she attempted to step around you.

“Ags…” you whispered. Brows furrowed as you looked ready to sob. Maybe those shots between the call and her arrival weren’t the best choice. “Let it go..Carol Danvers is known to start problems. You don’t want to be tied to anything she has to do, you quite literally won’t win.”

She let a sharp breath out her nose. “And what? You know everything about her from the few minutes she had you? Doesn’t it make you upset she would just pull that on you?” You could feel the anger radiate off of her.

You stepped into her space, grabbing ahold of both her hands and squeezing them. “Carol Danvers has a reputation. It precedes her everywhere she goes. That is why I’m telling you, she is not someone you want to fight with. I’ve seen girls move countries because of how bad Carol did them.”

“So she just gets to walk around and do whatever and whoever?” Agatha couldn’t see the logic behind all of this. Your head sluggishly nodded. “That’s bullshit.” You nodded once more.

“It’s graduation night Ags..let it be a thing of the past now. There are drinks calling both our names, can't you hear them?” You gave her hands one more squeeze before dropping them, giggling as you began to whisper her name like a ghost while unlocking the door. But then abruptly you were back to facing her. “And you’re not an old hag. That would mean you’re unattractive…and say what you will, but I’m the one who's staring at you.” Then you were gone.

Agatha was left in the bathroom, blinking a few times at your words. You didn’t leave any room for a second guess, she knew what you had said without saying it straight on. Her heart skipped a single beat. It couldn’t handle the idea of it. She needed a drink for sure now.

You had no idea what the hell was happening. They kept handing you drink after drink. They claimed (from what you could gather) was because you had Agatha to get you back to your apartment, you had no limit anymore. And their last college wish was to see you on the verge of blackout.

“I dunno guys,” you mumbled as you swirled the straw in Agatha’s glass. “I think Imma miss college?” Your eyes were glassy as you stared at the four girls.

Kate, just as equally drunk as you, “why because you wont get to sneak home for anymore weekends?” She giggled as your head snapped up and you gasped. “What? Am I wrong or am I right! You yourself said this was a conversion for drunk giggles, and I’m pretty drunk and so are you. So spill sista!”

“I liked going home for the weekends because it meant I was in a work free environment and had no pressure on me. I could finally sleep.” You began to think of all the weekends spent in Agatha’s house. “Especially when Ags would humor me and go along with everything…Did I ever tell you guys about the one picture?”

America smirked and reached for your phone, slipping it to Yelena to unlock it. “And which photo are you particularly talking about?”

You hummed and were handed back the open device. Without thinking you just went through your camera roll, more specifically the album dedicated to the woman next to you. That was the night Agatha had found out you had a decent amount of photos of her. But then you stopped and clicked on one.

It was from the weekend you had come home and showed up on her front step in tears. She had held you the entire night as you cried out all your stress from classes. You had told her you felt like you weren’t good enough no matter how hard you worked on everything. Even with her help, nothing was right and you were wrong for pursuing the degree. That it all felt like a big path to absolutely nowhere but failure despite everything you’ve done. Eventually you had fallen asleep in her arms and she just decided to carry you to her bed.

When she had tried to leave you in her bed, you had let out a whispery cry and your body shuddered. She swore to herself that she would only stay for a few more minutes and leave once you were deep asleep. Only, she had fallen back to sleep herself and it was something about holding you that night that kept her deeply out.

You slid the phone to your friends who all shared a knowing look. “Tell us about it.” Yelena sipped her beer. Her green eyes hard on Agatha as the woman only stared at you, eager to hear what you were going to tell them. As she herself didn’t even know the story.

“You remember the week where everything was going to shit?” You started.

“The same week you had missed one class and thought your professor was going to hate you forever?” Cassie pulled the week to the front of everyone’s mind. They only knew the light part of it and talked you down from the academic ledge you were on.

“Yes! That was the week where I didn’t tell you guys that I actually was going through a life crisis! So I went home and not to my mom, it was like two in the morning by the time I drove back. Not that my mom wouldn’t have comforted me, she would’ve, but she just wouldn’t have understood any of what I was talking about. Ags would’ve since she had been a part of a lot of my work. She was holding me super tight when I woke up. So I took the picture. Kept it secret too. She’s an amazing cuddler.” You storied before taking a long moment to stare at the picture, a smile growing wider with each second. “Yeah, I’m an amazing secret keeper.”

Kate held up an imaginary mic, “and Agatha? Your side of this story?” The table's attention, including yours, turned to the woman. Sparks of excitement danced within their eyes.

The brunette, caught off by the full attention, could only look to you for help. But you were the most wonder-filled gaze she could stare at. You were trying to really take in every detail of what she would say. “I was awoken by her calling, asking to be let in. I just wasn’t expecting her to throw herself into my arms right away.”

“She never throws herself at us,” Yelena sighed, a joking hurt behind her true words. “I mean truly, the last time she cried to any of us was that day, which was back in sophomore year. Must be more special than us, Harkness.”

You chuckled, “bold of you to assume you were even in the same league.” Your brows danced to taunt as your lips hugged around the straw. Only to laugh at the paper wrapper being thrown at you. “You all have respectable spots on my council!”

“And where is she in the government?” America baited, it was too perfect.

“Vice president obviously. We've been hand in hand since the start of the campaign!” You grabbed her hand, lacing your fingers and holding it up for them to all see.

It was Agatha who chuckled this time, hers was nothing like yours though. It was warmer and coursed through her entire body. Dragging you into the sound without fail. “And since when did you get an entire government?” Your hands fell back down but didn’t separate.

“When I won the election last year. Keep up Ags.” You giggled in response.

The four girls had cheered though, bringing you back to where you actually were. “She’s actually drunk! Giggling and shit!” Kate seemed pleased with herself for keeping you going. “Haven’t seen this side of you since freshman year welcome week.”

“Oh my God! That was such a bad choice!” You instantly turned to Agatha, ready to tell her the entire night. Only, you seemed to lose your balance and she caught you around the waist. A fit of laughs came tumbling from your lips. “I’m really fucking drunk.” You managed out. Your friends were joining your fit within seconds.

Although once one of them had managed to get it together, so had the rest of you. “I think that means it's time to call it before you can barely stand alone.” Yelena had concluded, raising her half full beer up. “Bottoms up!”The glasses clinked and you all made your way to pay out your bills. Bidding goodbyes once outside and heading in separate directions.

You wondered though, how many times Agatha had driven herself home after drinks to be this smooth with it. It was like she had hardly even drank, which wasn’t true as you watched her have a few drinks. “Are you gonna stay or drive back to your hotel room?” You whispered into the quiet car, although your eyes were focused on the town going by.

“Probably back to my hotel room hun, that’s where all my stuff is anyways.” She let her gaze jump between you and the road. “Why? What’s going on in that head?”

Your lungs filled with a deep breath, letting it all escape in a sigh. “I enjoy any time I spend with you Ags…I always get sad when it’s over. I’m just usually better at hiding it. I was actually really glad Yelena had called you, it meant you finally got to meet my friends. They’re all truly amazing people.”

A soft laugh tumbled from her lips, “you're vulnerable when drunk, huh? How about this, we can stop at the hotel, I’ll check out, and then we can go back to your apartment?” She adored the way your eyes lit up like the night sky.

Agatha woke first, feeling a weight keeping her to the mattress. Her blues had traveled their way from the white ceiling down to you, tucked tightly into her side and one arm folded up while the other draped across her exposed tummy. How blissful your skin on hers felt. You were an absolute treasure…she always had known that. But you were Wanda’s pride and joy, which meant you would always be out of reach for Agatha. Despite the fact she knew of your little crush on her.

She honestly always scolded herself for ever thinking that there was a world where she could have you. It was wrong on so many levels really. You were hardly an adult. You are her best friend’s child. She was nearing her forties now. Yet…she still dared to dream.

Her mind would run wild with all the possibilities. What it would be like to have you always around in her home. To continue to wake up with you tucked under her arm, radiating your sleepy warmth into the usually cold room. You were the source of her happiness and it would be something she would never tell you. Scared of the issues her issues would cause for the both of you. So, her life with you would stay tucked away for her nights alone.

Agatha soaked you in while you slept. Engraving it all into every nook and cranny of her brain. Around all the knowledge she knew, around every nerve that told her to breathe, around it all. She never wanted to leave this moment.

Fortunately, you didn’t even stir for another half hour. A lazy hum vibrated the air between you both. Everything in you willed you to hide further into your pillow and stay asleep longer. The hangover not even giving you a second before making itself known. Although, when you pulled the pillow in closer and buried your face further, you noted the intoxicating fragrance. “Good morning, Aggie.” You spoke into her side.

She loved when you called her that. Aggie. You were the only one to ever use that nickname with her. You didn’t use it enough in her opinion. “Good morning hun…feeling that hangover already?”

You groaned this time, “mmmh don't remind me.” Finally you peeked into the world. You could see the fabric details on her shirt. You were so close. “What time is it?”

“Still early, your family won't be here for another hour or so.” She answered your real question. Her hand brushing through your hair earned a soft moan, just one of satisfaction. She continued to repeat the action.

For a moment, you basked in her touch the same way a plant basks in the sun. You liked when her attention was just yours to take. Even as a teenager, she never failed to give you it all. It was like no matter what, there was someone who you knew for certain would listen. But, only for a moment could you linger in this moment with her. There were things to get done today.

Your body stretched first before you propped yourself up to really stare at her morning face. It was bare and free from anything the day could bring. Just raw, vulnerable, emotions in the rising sun. You’re beautiful whispered in your mind, begging to be spoken aloud. Suddenly your mind was running wild, picturing morning kisses with her and other morning activities.

“How were you planning to originally get home last night?” Her question brought you back, but the small smirk on her eyes led you to believe she knew why your cheeks were burning up.

Your arm moved from under you and you were now laying on her stomach on folded arms. “I didn’t plan to drink that much originally, but friends will be friends. How’d you manage to drive us home anyways?”

Her body hummed in laughter, a feeling you only got the graces of feeling only a few times. “I’m a wiser drinker than you are hun. I don’t take that many shots in one night.” It was a jab at the bill by the end of the night, double shots were not a good idea.

“From what I really remember is they wanted to get me to spill my secrets finally.” You defended your name, fingers beginning to trace patterns over her sides.

Agatha’s blues turned dark at the sensation. “And what secrets were they after?”

“You.” It fell from your lips so easily. “They wanted to know who was the real mastermind behind my smarts. That’s actually how the conversation had started…then America had seen my lock screen of us and then some more in between and then you got called. Rest of the night blurs.” You only recalled so much. “We should start getting up and ready.”

She agreed and the rest of the morning was filled with just the music from your speaker. For you, it was a simple thing, part of a routine, to play music loudly while getting ready. Dancing to the beat to start your day right. For Agatha though, she could hardly concentrate with it being that loud (and with you dancing and signing freely about). It filled the place to no fail.

Yet, when All My Heart began playing, she didn’t seem to mind. Especially when she caught your eyes on several parts. You snuck into the bathroom by her, “you always made me feel okay. Those late summer nights we spent talkin’ all night,” you had held her eyes in the mirror before slipped right back out by.

Agatha didn’t let your voice fade out of her hearing, doing everything to pick it out under the song. A part of her held the tiniest of hope you really meant those words with the following lyrics. “Let them talk and talk and talk!” She stared into her own reflection and willed her cheeks to cool back down. You were just singing, there was no meaning deeper behind it.

Your eyes had trapped her though the moment she stepped back into the room. “You’ll still be beautiful then, bless your beautiful heart!” The smile carved your lips anyways, this was the only way you could ever say things like this to her. After all, you swore Agatha would’ve found it weird if she knew about the crush. You spun around to face her head on. “You still have all of my,” you began stepping closer to her. “You still have all of my,” you were halfway there. “You still have all my heart,” you were right there, toe-to-toe. With glassy eyes looking up at her, she was finally infected by your smile. “You still have all my heart…”

The drums kicked in and you were dancing once again. Body rocking to the beat as you picked out the last outfit you had unpacked. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for someone to save me! Who could believe that all the love is gone!” And finally the song faded out and into the next.

And like the music, something in the air had changed as well. It was small and only noticeable between the fleeting glances. You were ready to let it go undiscussed, silently blaming the song that had charged whatever that was, but really you knew. Agatha had picked up on exactly what you had just done and it was written all over her.

You first saw it in the way her fingers twitched at her side anytime you passed by now. Then it was the constant flush to her cheeks when you caught her staring. She was trying to pick apart your thoughts. A voice in the back of your head told you she was going to succeed. However, you were saved by the knocking at your door. Your family has arrived to help you move out.

You sat in the living room of your teenage home. Brothers on either side of you as you all raced around a track in Mario. You obviously in the lead with Tommy in second and Billy in third. You crossed the last line and cheered loudly once more. “Oh yeah! Told you you had no chance! Once a champion, always a champion!”

“How do you always get that last corner?!” Tommy was desperate to know your secrets. In all his years, he’s never been able to beat you. Even when he had cried to your mom, you refused to let him win.

“Skills, speedster! One day you’ll figure it out, but by then, you’ll be an old man.” You taunted the poor boy. A whack to the back of your head was your mother’s response. “Mama!” You whined.

“Be nice to your brother, detka. He’s been excited to play games with you since last month.” She playfully glared at you with those motherly greens. “Talking about all the new games he wants to play with you.”

“Aww, you missed me!” You instantly changed your mood, smothering your brother in a hug and ruffling his hair. He tried to protest against your affection, but in the end it was true. Everyone missed you around home.

“Yes, and while I enjoy seeing my children get along, boys it's time for bed.” Wanda had redirected the topic. Already knowing the complaints would come, her finger raised in the air. “You still have school in the morning. When you’re on summer break, then you can stay up later.”

Their tiny sighs of defeat made you giggle, “don’t worry curfews become non-existent at sixteen. Before you both know it you won't ever be home.” You flashed them a tired smile.

“Those two don't need a curfew because they won't be as reckless as some of my kids. Goodnight boys.” She dropped two kisses to their heads before letting the sounds of their footsteps carried them to their rooms. “So..you’re back home finally. Anything you’d like to do this summer?”

You hummed out, “maybe a cruise? Somewhere where my summer clothes are put to good use. Somewhere sunny with a sea runs forever. Oh how I long for the sun mother!”

Wanda chuckled, she knew that was exactly what you would’ve said. “You are so my child. I had a feeling that's what you were going to want to do, so in advance here is your graduation gift.” Her hand handed over a folded up piece of paper. Watching with delight as you undid it and read over the words. She had booked a week-long sea adventure around the caribbean. “Congratulations, detka. You’ve made us all so proud.”

You waddled closer and hugged her tightly. Really appreciating your mom for everything good she has given you. “Thank you mama, who's all coming?”

“It’d be us, your father and brothers, and so you’re not singled out and having to hang with your parents the entire time, we invited Agatha to come along. I know you two spend time outside of my knowledge together, so I figured she’d be an easy choice.” She chuckled at your furrowed brows. “What? You think I haven’t ever noticed how much time you two really spend together?” Your waves shook around you. “Please! You spent most of your senior year over there. A mother isn’t stupid, ya’ know.”

Your jaw dropped, “how much do you know?!” You didn’t realize how you ratted yourself out for having more to share.

“One, you wear your emotions like an outfit. Two, I’ve never once seen you look at anyone the way you openly gawk at her. I’ve always known you had a little crush on the neighbor.” Wanda didn’t give you much more room though to say much. Instead she silenced you with a kiss to the hair line, “and third, you’re my daughter. I know you better than you know yourself. Now, go get some sleep and don't forget you’re picking your brothers up from school.” Then she was walking up the stairs to find her own bed for the night.

You were stunned to say the least. Your mother had always known and just now decided to say anything. To even mention knowing. You felt your world start spinning backwards. If your mom knew there's easily no doubt Agatha does too. They tell each other everything! But what you couldn't shake was your mothers lack of objection. There was no 'don't try anything’ or ‘if I find out’. Just the truth of she knew and let it be its own thing. Maybe she was already ok with it…if anything happened which you doubt would.

Meanwhile your feet carried you back over to Agatha’s home for the night. Slipping up to the guest room and situating yourself to settle down for the night. The house was quiet with you the entire process. It was a familiar feeling for you. Like you were twelve again reading a book on her couch while she was in her basement. You wanted to go check on her. Knock on the wooden door and call out for her. But rules were rules, and rule two was: never disrupt her while in the basement. So, you sighed and rolled over for the night.

That Monday morning you continued your stay in silence. Getting ready with your headphones on to go get yourself some groceries. It was a trip that took you all of an hour, from eleven to twelve. Yet somehow you weren’t back till two-thirty and only had time to unpack everything. Which was no problem really, you could just get the boys and something fast.

You were lost with the music that played on your headphones. Focused on the task more than your surroundings. Missing Agatha leaning against the doorway and watching you dance around with bagels in your hand towards the pantry. You were so lost in your own rhythm it amazed her.

Her blue lasers traced over your every move, waiting patiently for your attention. Something she never dared ask for. Agatha knew herself better than anyone else, and if she got your attention from just simply asking once she knew she would never stop. Asking for you to only pay attention to her and not the rest of the world. She was selfish in that way. But the very little self restraint she's held against you has stopped her this long.

Your yelp of fear brought her instantly back. Now it was your laughter that filled the afternoon air. “So silent, Ags. Even last night…could’ve thought you were dead down there.” You continued to put away the rest of your snacks.

“I was working. After taking off to come see you graduate, I just need a few things finished up.” She stepped into your world when she crossed over the threshold into the kitchen. “I had food here ya’ know?”

You smiled at the hospitality. “Yeah, but I need my snacks for when I get the munchies, late night cravings, things like that. And no offense but your snack game is…weak. Maybe I’ll let you into them as well.”

“The snacks or your stash?” She teased. Agatha had come to see the pantry, rolling her eyes at how much color filled her pantry once again. “You still eat like you were twelve! Aren’t you tired of all this sugar?”

Your head shook left to right, “I knew what was up as a kid. And maybe both…who knows what happens now that I’ve graduated. Your promise anyways.” Agatha turned and furrowed her brows, confusion dancing in the creases. “When I was sixteen and it was the worst fight with mama I ever had, I came here. Then somewhere along the lines of the many questions I had asked you that night, one was if you’d ever smoke or drink with me. And I’ll never forget when you promised me once I graduated college. And I’ve done just that. And you’ve already drank with me, it’d make no sense not to go both ways.”

Her eyes narrowed, the memory slowly coming back to her. “I guess I did promise you that, didn’t I?”

“And I have the perfect idea on how to do it!” You beamed already letting the mischief radiating off your body. “You’ll find out later though, I have to go get the boys from school. But I’m thinking we cook to really crack into this new dynamic.”

Her pink lips curled into a questioning smirk. “What new dynamic?”

It was subtle how you stepped just slightly closer into her space. Fingers tapping the cool counter just centimeters away from hers. You could barely feel her comforting warmth. “We’re roommates now, Aggie. There’s many probabilities that come with that.” Your eyes twinkled.

You knew your implications, and so did Agatha. You were preparing yourself to sail into uncharted waters this summer. Whether it's a good or tragic voyage.

The cruise was coming up by the end of the week finally. And the tension between you and Agatha was palpable.

Truly, you were playing every risk you could manage. What was worse is you did them all so silently around her house that she never knew what to expect. One day you could be doing nothing but lying around in booty shorts and a top reading, the next you could be laying in nothing but a bikini tanning in her backyard. The one thing you always had though were those headphones.

Agatha began to wonder if you did anything without music. She's caught you more times with them than without really. It was like they were glued to your ears.

Today though, you decided to really up your tanning game. One of the outfits you had planned just would look better with your back perfectly tanned.

You started situating yourself outback by ten-thirty. Laying out the towel in the smack dab middle of her yard. A book, headphones, sunscreen, and tanning lotion laid next to the fabric as you came back in. You intended to get a water bottle before going back out, but the shining vodka bottle shined and you could only agree. Twisting around the kitchen to find anything to make some concoction to settle you in the sun.

Agatha had been in the basement when she heard the floorboards above her creak. That was the second time you were in and out but now you were lingering. She brushed it off at first. But it was after you had left the first time you made several more trips within the next two hours in and out.

The crying boards kept pulling her focus (they reminded her of what you were doing). She couldn't focus especially when your voice started to carry through the boards. You were singing something, she could tell from the volume of which you did sing at.

Her blue eyes rolled and hands slammed against the table before she stomped up the stairs. Agatha was building her courage to berate you for such behavior. You knew her rules and never broke them.

Yet when she came round the corner to see you in that skimpy bikini pouring a drink, headphones on and movements messy. You fauxed not seeing she was there. It twisted her heart to think you didn't notice her. “This is for the time you gave me flowers, for the world that is ours!!”

Instead you carefully played your moves. Swaying your hips a little more as you skipped to put everything back. Twirling the little straw as you snuck right back out to the sunshine. “Sit back, sit back, it's the pregame show!” You gave her a show of pulling the strings of your swimsuit apart. Letting the fabrics loosely dangle round your body as you lay face down. Then you managed the pieces from under you and off to the side of the towel.

Now you were completely exposed to the sun and her. Her fence was tall enough that no prying eyes could even catch you. Something you both know. You were doing this just for her prying eyes.

Your head turned and you immediately found Agatha's piercing blues trailing over you. Once she realized she had been caught, you had sent her a wink before lifting your top half up and reaching for the drink you had made.

As you sipped the sound of the back door opening caught your attention. Your head snapped over, drink in tow. Suddenly you were watching Agatha crouch down to be eye level with you. Her head tilted just slightly to the side.

“You disrupted my work, you know better.” Her eyes begged to drop just slightly to your bare chest, to catch just a glimpse of more of you. “And you’ve been in my liquor cabinet.”

“I’m having fun tanning. I want to go onto the cruise with an almost perfect tan. I have a backless dress for one of the dinners. It’s beige and has little starfish. I think you’ll like it.” Your arm twisted out to offer her a sip. “It’s time you start your summer break, Ags. Your work isn't going anywhere without you anyways.”

You were inviting her with that look in your eyes. The one telling her to cave into the mischief that you offered. That her need for you was perfectly normal and natural. “What would your mother say if she knew you were lying here drinking the day away…in my yard…” her hand brushed a loose strand of hair before grabbing ahold of your chin. “...basking in the sun…” skilled fingers began to move over your shoulders, barely grazing your sun kissed skin. “...such a tempting thing…”

Your breath hitched and suddenly the sun felt icey. Agatha’s eyes were drinking you all in, not even caring if you could feel the intensity of her gaze. “Maybe that’s my goal…” you hummed with warmed cheeks.

Agatha's gaze returned to yours, agonizingly slow. She tried to read you in that moment, desperate for a peak into your thoughts. “That’s a dangerous game to play, hun…next time you come in you better not be singing at the top of your lungs.”

There was no chance for you to respond as she got up and walked away. Leaving you naked in her yard to consider your next move precisely. You needed to push her every button. To make it impossible to deny your wants. You were determined to have Agatha Harkness longing for you.

However your next move wasn’t till Wednesday when you both were packing your bags finally. You were in the midst of trying on outfits and seeing what worked, every now and then popping into Agatha’s room and asking if she thought it looked good. And each time, her eyes dragged over your entire frame. The clothes being the last thing she could even think of. Then she would throw you some compliment before watching you skip back into the guest room.

It was fine too, merely you asking for advice and looking in her full length mirror to fully see your outfit. Spinning around a little bit to fully see. Then, as your bare feet patted across the wood floors and her door creaked open.

You skipped asking her all together and went straight for the mirror. You were trying to find an outfit to explore one of their islands. The jean shorts had covered your bathing suit bottoms and hardly any of your ass. The top part was simply just the matching purple top piece.

Agatha had to admit, you made yourself impossible to ignore. She had caught onto your little game on the third outfit, when you came in wearing the backless dress you had mentioned Monday. Your tan was perfect as you had planned.

“Whaddya’ think?” You kept turning in the mirror as if there was much to really think about. Your eyes running over yourself before jumping up to Agatha’s. They were dark and filled with desire, it was undeniable at that moment.

Her steps were precise as she came closer. A aged hand coming around and creeping over your hips, the denim being the only thing between your skin and her touch. “You just love flaunting yourself around, don't you? Prancing in here when you know the outfit is fine.”

You twisted in her grasp, in the mirror she could see how little the shorts were fully. “Or maybe I like flaunting for you.”

“Have you always been this bold?” Her perfect brow arched into the air. Her gaze was challenging.

“Well when you’re as avoidant as you are, it seems I need to be. We both know and I think it's time we stop beating around the bush.” Your hands came to rest over her shoulders as her other hand found your hip as well.

Agatha softly huffed, “do you now? And what bush is it we’re beating around exactly?” She wanted to hear it straight from your lips. To hear the truth that your mother had told her after your first college move-in. She always found it odd of the timing.

Your cheeks reddened and your heart suddenly was doing construction work with how loud it beat. A smile managed to take over, “that I like you Aggie. I know mama has told you. So, are you in or are you out?”

This time the woman let out a chorus of laughter. “There’s nothing to be in or out of hun. Nothing has happened between us to have a starting ground.”

Your eyes narrowed and your smile dropped. “Scared of enjoying me too much?” Her face went serious as well as she grappled with the shift in humor. “It’s ok, I promise to be nice while you are. I won’t judge you. I’m known to be quite enjoyable.” Your hand had slid against her cheek suddenly, you had tugged her only slightly closer.

Agatha had realized here that you were a siren. Your every word is a call to lure her into you further and further and now she is here. In your very trap and about to let you take every last bit of restraint she had left. “You’re impossible,” her grip tightened on your hips. And much to your dismay, she pushed you just slightly away. “You’re not thinking of the consequences of this. I’m your much older neighbor and mother’s best friend. Your brother’s babysitter, yours former.”

“And now we’re both adults. Nobody has to know right away. Who's to say it won't be a summer fling? Like one of those silly rom-coms?” You weren’t going to give up until she was certain of a ‘no’.

Yet her eyes saddened only slightly and in a deep breath it was gone. Of course she would only ever be some summer fling for you. “Because this isn’t one of those silly rom-coms. This is real life and it’d be fine for you once you get out of here, but that’d leave me to clean up the damage.”

“So you’re going to live with me knowing this? With the tension for at least two months?” Your arms crossed across your body. “We’re just supposed to live it out, is what you’re saying?”

Agatha could sense your defensive guard was present now. There were two ways now that she could continue. One being defensive as well and only hurting you both even more, or she could bare you her soul for just a second. Make you understand why it can't just be a fling.

Her sock clad feet stepped closer. “I guess we can’t do that…but I can’t do a fling, hun.” She took another step, a hand coming to brush the side of your head. “I need stability, I've done the rough route.” She was searching your eyes for any sign of doubt. That you'd suddenly realize she isn't who you want.

Your face glowed as you closed the space between you, “I can promise that…if you promise to not always hide in the basement?” Your hands found home on her cheeks. The warmth behind them contradicts the a/c as it blows in the distance.

“I don't hide in the basement,” Agatha was quick to defend. Her brows furrow at such an implication.

You had your turn to laugh now, “ok sure. Everyone spends twelve hours in their basement in silence. What is it you even do? This study?”

“That's not something you need to worry about. I promise not to hide down there everyday.” She was good at avoiding questions, especially about her studies.

“Mmm we both know one day I'll end up down there. You might as well tell me what I can and can't touch…” your hands brought her face closer to yours. You could feel her breath fanning your cheeks.

Her blues playfully narrowed, “why would you be down in my basement?” Meanwhile her hands slid to your lower back. Splaying out and into your shorts. Her touch burnt against your bare skin.

“The thrill of being caught. I have nothing to hide anymore, you've figured me all out…but not all of me.” You didn't waste another second. The arousal was building quickly and you were growing needy. You were the one to start the first kiss.

Hums of content harmonized into the air as it was slow and meaningful, but then deep and lustful. A battle for dominance soon broke out the first moment her tongue swiped your lip. Agatha had let out a low groan when she finally managed her control.

Her hands pushed you impossibly closer into her. Lips dropping from yours to your jaw and down your neck. And as much as you wanted her to sink her teeth in and leave you all love bruised, a vacation was two days away. So reluctantly, you pulled her head back just as her canines grazed your skin.

“No marks where everyone can see,” you mumbled just slightly. Feeling shy in her hungry gaze and hold. How her fingertips pressed into you was something you'd never forget.

“You're hardly wearing anything the entire trip.” Her voice was rough and low. “Almost all of you will be on display.”

You giggled before pecking her lips once more. “You make it sound like a bad thing. You'll just have to figure out a different way to work me up. I'm sure it won't be hard.” You were such an insinuator. “We should finish packing…I have to get the boys soon as well. But who knows, maybe you’ll get more.” Your lashes fluttered as you winked at her, all before taking off to go finish the few outfits left.

Agatha had only hummed as her arms were now filled with the air. She truly hadn’t processed exactly what just happened. That she had kissed you…you had kissed her. Her mind was reeling as her body moved on autopilot to finish packing up.

The two of you sat lazily on her couch, a movie long forgotten in the background as you just talked. Discussing what it was each of you wanted to do on the cruise actually and what had to be compromised. Which was rather easy as you seemed to want to naturally do the same things mostly.

“The only thing I really want to do though is bask in the sun. Tan even more, and really feel the vacation wash over me.” You sipped down the rest of your water, the glass housing just the melting ice now.

“You’ve been tanning for the last week, that wasn’t enough for you?” Agatha chuckled, her delicate fingers running over your exposed leg. “I mean you’re already golden, won't you burn?” Her grasp squeezed your calf and then pulled it into her lap. Fingertips pressing into your muscles so nicely. You wondered if this was a subconscious move.

Either way you were scooting closer to her, making her hand travel up to your thigh. “You can never get too much sun. But I guess you wouldn't know anything about getting sun…”

“Watch it young lady.” Her fingers pressed harder in warning.

There was a jurassic shift in the air the moment your legs began setting themselves on either side of her, folded neatly so you could sit in her lap. “Or what Ags…you can’t handle a little teasing? A jab at you and your study?”

Agatha was caught off guard by how easily you found your place in her lap. Her hands run further up your legs, sliding under the silk pajama shorts and squeezing at your ass. Catching you off guard now. She wasn’t afraid of playing your game. “My study will be revolutionary.”

“Yeah? And why is that?” You grinned down at her, hands cupping her cheeks and you swore you had been in love before, but nothing as demanding as Agatha. It was radiating off of her every second more you gave her your attention, someone who could finally bask in it.

Her teeth bared as she answered, “because nobody has lived long enough to tell the details of it. I’ll be the first, the all knowing.” You could see deep in her blues that she meant it. “My name will forever be known.”

“You won't forget about me when you’re all busy will you?” You gave her your best puppy eyes, waiting only until she went to answer to start pressing slow kisses all over her face. “It’d be such a shame if you did…”

Agatha gasped when you began dropping lower towards her neck. Grazing her muscles with your teeth before returning to your kisses. “No, baby. I could never forget you.” Her hands held you a little tighter, a little closer. Her head rolled back to give you more access.

You hummed your content. Both in her answer and her body's answer. You were going to have this woman coming undone in no time. The thought of her being deprived of such love made your head spin. She deserved to feel it just as anyone else.

Your fingers fiddled at her shirt's hem, pinkies brushing against her warm skin. “I bet you look hot while working…” It slipped from your lips with ease as your imagination did wonders. Hands slipping fully under, you held at her waist. “You do when you come up at night.”

“You flatter me hun,” She arched into your touch. Glorifying your hands on her in such a way.

The noise from you was low, a growl against her velvet skin. “I worship you, Aggie.”

Agatha moaned at how swift you moved after such a confession. Hands pushing up her arms and ridding of her shirt finally. Lips still attacked her neck without a single care. You were ravishing her. “Then show me.” She finally got something out.

Your tongue licked over where your lips had just been. Sitting back to meet her eye for eye. Pupils were blown wide for both of you as your smiles grew. Having just a moment to recollect yourselves as such and intensity. Processing what was about to continue tonight.

You gave her a quick peck before standing up and pulling her with you. “Your bed has more room yeah?” You started stepping backwards up towards the stairs. Eyes never leaving Agatha as they caught how her hands were twitching eagerly by her sides.

Her primal gaze stalked you the entire way up. Even as you knelt backwards towards the middle of her bed. Agatha soaked in how precious you looked here. The champagne silk complimented your skin, like you knew exactly how tanned you would be. You stood tall on your knees, tongue darting out over your plump lips as your mystical stare drew her near. She stopped at the edge of the bed.

The brunette went to raise her leg to crawl towards you, but you dropped to all fours and went to her instead. You watched as her breath caught and she shuddered. As soon as you were to her, you sat back to your heels and pulled her in by the waist of her jeans. Your neck craning back to look up at her fully.

A trembling hand touched at your heated cheeks, eliciting a soft smile. “Such a pretty young thing…so ready to please.” Agatha didn’t hide the vulnerability in her voice. It was because she just never thought she’d be doing this again. Having the rush of adrenaline from the way your eyes gleamed up at her and the way your hands felt against her only fueled it as they held onto her waist. “Are you sure you want this?”

You knew the real reason she asked that. “I promise, you’re who I want.” Your lips pressed between her boobs. Her heartbeat was like a stampede against her ribs, her skin was the ground beneath being shook. This was your doing. “Let me spoil you.” You hummed, continuing the ministrations all over her chest.

The delicate moans that slipped from her kept you moving. You were covering every inch of her, but it wasn’t enough. Agatha knew it as well, reaching a hand behind her back to unclasp the black bra then letting it slide in between you both. She watched the way the light moved in your eyes, like she was a hidden treasure.

To you she was. A treasure hidden for far too long but here you are now. Ready to show the world what they had missed. Your tongue flattened over her right nipple, earning you a low hum that vibrated her body. You did it again. And again. On the fourth swipe your lips had warped around her and you delivered a subtle suck. Meanwhile your hand kneaded the other in an attempt to even the attention.

Her hand had made home at the back of your head, fingers tangled within your hair and gave light tugs everytime you hit the right nerve. Agatha had forgotten how sensitive her nipples actually were. When she would touch them it hardly did anything for her, but with you and that..that fucking mouth of yours, her moans only grew with each passing second. Only growing more and more sensitive as you switched boobs. “Fuck hun…you’re gonna make-”

“How long has it been?” Your voice was still full of sweetness, but what followed it was sour.

Agatha snapped her lust filled blues down to you, brows furrowing. “What?” She moaned loudly when your teeth grazed her.

You stared up through your lashes at her, “How long has it been since the last time someone really tipped you over that edge?”

Her answer was lost in her string of moans. Your mouth began working quicker, smoother, slicker against her. Neither of you knew where the question had stirred from, but it ignited something deep inside. You were so lost in her, everything about her in this moment, that you just kept on pleasing. Her grip was fierce and she came with a cry of your name.

You kissed her chest through the high, a dopey smile hidden as you did. “How long, Aggie?” You raised it once again, trailing your lips back up as you kneeled to her height.

“Too long…way too long.” That was all the answer you knew you were getting.

Yet, it did answer a lot of teenage suspicions. “I knew it. Ralph seemed like he could barely take off a bra.” You were slightly nodding along, feeling proud at being right. You gave her one more kiss before slipping off the mattress. Another kiss to her chest and a long warming hug. “I promise not to waste your time. I’m going to make sure you know what you deserve.”

Agatha adored your words, “I don't doubt it hun, not even for a second.” She knew you meant those words, for tonight at least you did.

The summer with Agatha was like a daydream. The cruise was exactly what you had needed. It was all the better with Agatha by your side at each moment, sharing stolen kisses and longing glances. On her request, she wanted to keep the relationship a little more intimate while getting the groundwork of it done. She explained to you her many worries of what people would think and say about the both of you. For her, she was used to being the main rumor and topic, but she didn't want that for you. You had more to focus on.

Yet, inside those four walls when you got back from the trip were days you’ll never forget. The freedom to hold, touch, kiss, everything without any judgement. The days would start with soft kissing, basking in the morning rays.

Then Agatha would slip away first to start her studies for the day (much to your dismay, you always begged her to stay longer with you). By noon you would finally have gotten up and somewhat ready as you and your headphones worked on lunch for you and the woman trapped by her own will. To bring her up, you’d start dancing with heavy feet for her to know. The chatter would be light and always playful as you ate.

But the latest she'd agree to your protest was until three, then Agatha was swept back to her studies. Leaving you with a thank you and a kiss to your hairline. In this time, you never knew what to really do. All your hometown friends had eventually gone off to their own lives, which was getting the hell out of westview. You sometimes did let yourself wonder if you were getting out or if you’d be like Agatha and live here all your life. Would you live with her?

By six you would have dinner started. Headphones back on as you worked the kitchen like your bitch. Your mother would be proud to know all those cooking lessons she gave you actually paid off. It was usually like this, a quiet home as you cooked. Like lunch, when you were done you'd dance a little harder to bring up the woman of the house.

Jokes would be shared, and so would compliments. Although, it was usually you rambling on about the world seeing as Agatha was naturally out of touch with it. It would lead to you teasing her about how the old Agatha, the times when she went by Agnes used to know everyone's business. “The nosy neighbor, you used to be. Now nobody sees you outside.” You’d always end with.

The nights weren’t perfect, but you were getting her out more. And if it took some lonely days in her house then you would silently cry when she wasn't around, then you would stare daggers at the basement door. You were tempted a lot during the summer.

Even as it neared the end of the season and suddenly you couldn’t contain the need to know what was down there. What was this woman studying? What could possible demand this much attention? What stole her away from you so abruptly? Why couldn’t you know? Why was it so secretive? Why did it drive you insane not knowing?

One night, however, it got you. The insanity had finally eaten you away all day. The woman of your every waking thought was locked back behind the wooden door. She hardly talked to you that day. You could practically hear her thoughts still being trapped in the basement. She could barely give you the human decency to actually look at you for more than a fleeting second. A quick flick of her eyes really. Maybe three times. Then she was gone.

The door laughed and mocked you for the hours you glared at it. You simply couldn’t take it and needed some release. You had a blunt, and a brownie edible to start. Smoking it out in your car so Agatha wouldn’t smell it and neither would the neighborhood. Last thing you needed was for your mother to come stop by and see the crazed look in your eyes.

While cooking, you kept going. Pouring reasonable glasses of the red wine you had bought. Keeping yourself steady the entire time because if you planned right, the edibles would kick in by the time you finished cooking. You’d eat a nice dinner then drag Agatha to bed for the night.

The plan was solid in your head, but so were the lyrics to your music. “You make me wanna fall in love.” It started as a soft mumbling truly, along with subtle body sway. Yet, maybe you were feeling the effects of the edible sooner and it was mixing with the wine, because eventually you were singing at the top of your lungs. “Give me more than just some butterflies!”

Agatha had heard your songs through the floor and was immediately confused and frustrated. FInishing up what she could before deciding that she was going to have to be done for the night. She assumed already you would have headphones attached to your head like every other night. She wasn’t expecting you to be leaning against the counter all posed up.

“Adore me.” You tilted your head back and your hair fell like the perfect waterfall. “Hold me and explore me.” Your hand not holding a spatula roamed across your big t-shirt. Agatha knew you were wearing that and the skimpiest pair of shorts known to womankind. But she was entranced by how you touched yourself, hand at your neck. “Mark your territory.” You lightly gasped into the chilled air. “Tell me I'm the only, only , only, only one.”

The brunette stayed by the door the entire time. Enjoying the show all too much. She wasn’t surprised you knew how to move in such a way honestly. She knew you had a dancing bone in you somewhere. What got her was how well you still could dance while clearly drunk. Agatha could only smile lovingly as she kept watching you.

“Give it to me, baby. You make me wanna fall in love!” You hit an ending pose and then immediately fell back to cooking. Still missing the other entirely.

Her claps startled you though. “Quite the dancer you are, huh?”

It must’ve been the time she spent away that led you to throw yourself at her and almost cry into her, or maybe it was that wine about to start speaking the truth. “You are going to kill yourself studying that long.” You held her tight.

Her chuckle was reassuring in a way. That she wasn’t mad at you or anything. You could check that possibility off the list now. “I made a lot of progress. And you were so quiet today, it was like a ghost town in this house today.”

“I hated it.” Slipped freely. Your eyes were trained to the living room walls across the way. It was cold the way you said it.

Dinner that night was a little tense. In your rambling about the world, there were sly little remarks you managed in. They weren’t anything too extreme, but you could tell she had picked up on them by the way she would wince a little.

Agatha had tried to get her own reassuring points in to you. Mentioning how she could almost be close to the end of the study, even though she knew there was only more after this book. She’d give you extra kisses in passing while cleaning up. Extra touches. It just wasn’t enough to break into your trance.

Getting ready for bed was no different. You were off in a different world entirely. “Hun…do you wanna talk about what’s bugging you?” Agatha tried to coax it out of you when you both were laying in bed. Her hands pulling you in nice and close and her natural heat mixing in with yours. “You feelin’ ok?”

You gave a slow, very distant, nod. “Just tired more than usual.” You whispered to ease her worries. Snuggling in even closer to her and letting your eyes close.

When they reopened though, it was a whole new experience. Your eyes stared straight into the basement door. It was haunting you even in your sleep now. In a tired state however, you just said fuck it. Your hand was on the door knob and opening up a room of mysteries. It felt almost like a tingling sensation as you were pulled down the stairs.

There were many things you were expecting down here. A finished basement for one. An office for two. And some crazy experiment for three. But it was just a laundry room basically. Maybe some extra storage.

You started laughing. Subtle giggles turned to full maniacal cackles. You had officially lost your mind about this damn basement. You fell to your knees and just kept on laughing, even as tears slipped from your eyes. “Hun?” Called distantly. “Hun, you all right?” Agatha wiped away your tears as you stirred awake,

It took only seconds to register what had occurred. “Aggie…your study is driving me insane. What is it please? Please, I need to know.” Your horse voice was begging for the answer to all your issues. “I promise I won't ever judge you.”

Agatha was silent about her next moves. Grabbing your hand and carefully draggin you with her. Through the dark and silent house to the wooden door that's been mocking you for the past few weeks now. Her lack of hesitation to open it and bring you down now amazed you. She hadn’t once let you even touch the door in the past decade.

Right before you could see down anywhere, she turned and looked at you. “You promise this won’t change how you see me right?” The vulnerability of being half asleep is always something you love. You raised your pinky for her to know it was serious now.

With a sigh, Agatha had finally let you into her basement. She knew you would almost instantly know the design of it. In silence though, she stood and watched you take in every detail you could. Making an entire lap around the area before spinning once in the middle and stopping to stare at her.

“A witch.”

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mandy-asimp · 5 months ago

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Chat. Read this. Cus holy shit.

── ꨄ︎ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 ( a. amberg)

── ꨄ︎ pairings : avis amberg ✘ fem!reader ── ꨄ︎ word count : 5.5k+ ── ꨄ︎ warnings / mentions : SMUT , fluff and bit of plot, gift giving, face sitting, overstimulation, oral ( avis receiving ), soft!dom!reader, strap usage ( reader using ), sub!avis, praise, cunnilingus, smudge of orgasm denial, fingering, romantic shittttt bc im fucking delusional

── ꨄ︎ tags : @multifandomme @multixfan @nutritionat @ephemeral-love-4

── ꨄ︎ dividers by : @cafekitsune !!!

a/n : DOES IT REALLYYYYY have to be one day of love when it can be the entire month ( ignore the fact that we're abt to end the month, ZIP it before I start swinging all sleep deprived ). ENJOYYYY bc I pulled 4 all nighters while doing personal art projects and now I am going to crash hard <3333

── VALENTINE’S DAY was a celebration Avis Amberg never thought she would revisit — certainly not like this. Not with a fervent devotion that poured unbidden from her every touch, nor with someone whose gaze held her as though the universe itself revolved at her feet. It simply was never meant for women such as Avis Amberg.

Or so she had convinced herself through the decades — each February fourteenth arriving like a hollow echo of what could have been.

Once upon a time, she had celebrated it with girlish enthusiasm, basking in the thrill of passion and romance, the holiday had been a canvas for her to paint her devotion in vivid strokes.

She had forgotten feeling like this. A melancholy of unspoken longing had always lumbered, it had always been this way ever since she was with… well, him. Decades were spent enduring his neglect and it had drained her of that hope to feel, to experience. The extravagant dinners and impersonal gifts he offered in the past were all exhibitions, vacant deeds to maintain appearances rather than tokens of affection.

Those years had extinguished something in her — bit by bit, day by day, until she believed there was no longer such purpose for such a superfluous day. For Avis, Valentine’s Day had become a performance — one she no longer cared to attend.

And then came you, rekindling that long-forgotten flame.

You were far from anyone she had ever encountered, youthful and unjaded by life’s cruelties. There was a vehemence in the way you treasured her, solely not for her beauty or her appellation, yet for the very profundity of her existence.

You worshiped her, something she had not thought she craved for until she got a taste of it, greedily consuming every droplet of whatever you provided. You did not see Avis Amberg, the former starlet or the long-suffering wife of Ace Studios’ kingpin; you saw a woman that longed to be cherished. And in return, she found herself rekindling the capacity to love, wholly, impenitently.

From the moment her eyelids fluttered open, the day unfurled exceedingly just for her. Her bedroom, once upon a time a mere retreat for sleep, had transformed into a haven of serenity, soaked in the gentle hues of dayspring's gold as it poured through extensive windows.

“Good morning, my love,” a soft peck had been met with her temple while she had blinked away the dosage of sleep. Your eyes were brimming with childlike enchantment as you stared down at her, as if the entire day ahead were a present waiting to be unwrapped. Breakfast awaited for her in the dining room, fruit glistening, pastries warm, tea rich and hot — just how she liked it.

Humming, Avis had simply reached for your hand and held it, her thumb circling the skin there with a smile upon her lips, auburn locks nestled against the elegant line of her clavicle.

“You’ve been busy, haven't you?” she mused, tone still soaked with rest, yet undeniably teasing when her gaze swept over you, your flushed anticipation, the way your body all but reverberated with the desire to please.

Your cheek lifted. “Just trying to give my love everything she deserves.”

That earned you the warmest gaze she always gave when it came to you. Lips puckering to linger on yours in a sweet kiss, fingers stroking the angle of your jaw.

Then, with the refined elegance of a woman who always knew what she wanted, she pulled away and shifted, fingers still tangled with yours when she moved to straddle your chest. Her robe, a silk, lush red, loosely tied, pried open just enough to display the velvet skin of her cleavage.

“But you wouldn’t mind if I took my time waking up first, darling?” she murmured and tilted her head, amusement flickering those pretty browns when she rolled her hips forward, just enough for the heat of her to press into you.

You gave her a cheeky smile, her fingers carding through your hair. “None at all.”

Flutters within her flowing core, damp lace between her thighs. Desire blazed from your gaze and searing palms curved over her ass beneath robes. Even through silk, she felt the force of your teasing smack against her thigh before yanking her down to your salivating mouth.

You worshipped her, a queen seated upon her very own throne carved by flesh, blood, and bones. Valves of heat trickled down the base of her spine and slithered into the pit of her stomach with every lap, every slurp, every soft suction you gifted.

Desire drove your tongue, lapping at the dripping seam of her cunt; prying open the puffy folds and you indulged in more of her slick cascading from her hole.

She almost choked on a moan of pleasure when you squeezed her rear, her clit kicking against the press of your nose as you sealed your mouth over her plump cunt.

A constellation of tears clung to the edges of her fluttering lashes, flaming sparkles swirled in her vision. “That’s it, baby, fuck…”

Vocals were stinging within her throat and she struggled to breathe, thighs constricting around your head while your hands curled over her hips, controlling the slow, gyrating motions created as they escalated.

The gentle suckle of your lips coaxed the knot in her stomach to unfurl, your own veins flooded with white hot bliss and her nerves frayed. A blistering moan puffed against her searing skin as her juices spewed, translucent weaves webbing your fervently moving lips, dribbling down your chin as you drank up her intoxicating fill, lovingly coaxing her to ride out her orgasm.

Your hands slid her hips down to your stomach, propping yourself up in order to capture her ecstatic features entirely in your mind. For a second, all she could do was breathe, her chest rising and falling, fingers twisting over your shoulders. Eyes fluttered open, gaze heavy-lidded when she looked down at you with a fulfilled smile.

“That’s a way to start the day,” she serenaded in her exhalation, stroking back a few damp strands of hair from your forehead, her thumb then sweeping across your cheek. “You spoil me, darling.”

You turned, pushing a kiss into the center of her palm and paralleled her expression. “That is exactly what I intend to do this entire day.”

The hours passed in a blur of ecstatic indulgence. You had arranged everything meticulously, ensuring she needed only to follow your lead, already tinkering ahead of time for her to not be needed in the studio. A decadent breakfast — her favorite — enjoyed on the balcony overlooking the fine greeneries and lush flowers of her garden. A leisurely afternoon spent exploring a curated selection of vintage records and rare books you’d sourced, each one chosen with her particular tastes in mind.

And then, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the pinnacle of your plan unveiled itself.

Even though you had made it clear today was to spoil her endlessly, Avis spared no expense, of course. She never did when it came to you. She was not the type to hold back, and Valentine’s Day was no exception. A new dress in your preferred hue, tailored to your every dip and curve. A box of imported confections that dissolved like velvet on the tongue. A cord of dazzling pearls clasped around your neck by her own fingers, her lips brushing the slope of your collarbone as she breathed out just how stunning you appeared sporting them.

And apart from the luxury, there was a heartfelt sincerity woven through her generous gestures in which reminded you that this was not just some display of wealth. It was love, fervent and deeply rooted.

Now that fervent love was awaiting to be unleashed with her gloved hand clasped atop of yours, opening the door and allowing for her to step in first. The household had been empty for the night, seeing as you paid the staff generously to give you time alone with Avis, and Claire had been out and about on a romantic rendezvous with her boyfriend, so everything had been greatly set in plan.

“After you, love.”

Her lips, lacquered in a shade of wine, tilted upward in an alluring curve, only for it to widen and chuckle at the feel of your palm squeezing and gently pushing at the clothed curve of her ass. “What surprises await for me now, hmm?”

You tapped her lower back, motioning for her to go upstairs. “You’ll see.”

A flawless brow rose at the light laugh erupting from you, and her hand pried away from yours. She clutched at her bouquet of crimson roses you had gifted her, the point of her nose brushing along their floral leaves, inhaling their aroma.

As she sauntered forward, she could not help but tilt back and look at you. It was still there, that lovesick smile. The smile lingered on your kiss-supple lips, hiding behind the faint stain of her ruby lipstick there as well, clogging her brain at the notion that you were hers.

You were studying her figure intently, no doubt making a mental list of all the places your lips would caress once you got to the bedroom. The jacket cinched at her waist, its sharp lines softened by the trim that rested over her shoulders. Her matching skirt hugged the plump curve of her hips, ending just below the knee, the sway of it graceful with every step.

She came to a stop at the front of the doors. Turning, she came chest to chest with you, and she sighed deeply. Overwhelmed at that stare of adoration when you became her line of vision. Overwhelmed at the way you nudged your nose across the bridge of hers, inhaling her with fluttered eyelids, and that made one of the two moan.

You gave a small laugh at the way she felt foreignly bashful, because of course she was the one who moaned. The simplest acts of affections done by you will always draw a reaction out of Avis. “You are crushing my roses now.”

Hazed eyes, seemingly only aware of her and that flushed demeanor that went perfectly with the rust wine of her outfit, fluttered quickly down to the flowers in her hold, yet the proximity with Avis was not lost. Your forehead brushed hers, murmuring, "Don't worry too much ... there's more of them in there."

Avis glowered, eyes darting between yours when you reached for the door and pushed it open, motioning for her to go in. She stepped further into the room, and her breath seemed to catch, her gaze darting to every delicate detail you had so thoughtfully arranged.

Velvet-soft petals lay scattered like whispered promises across the floor and the vast expanse of the bed, their rich hues a striking contrast against the crisp linens. Candles adorned every surface, standing in elegant stillness, their wicks unlit yet their scent lingered in the air.

For a long moment, nothing was uttered by her. The soft click of the door closing behind her felt distant — her focus entirely enraptured by the romantic beauty laid out before her. Her breath slowed, her chest rising and falling in measured anticipation as her eyes traced the scattered petals, the curve of the bed, candles sparking to life as you moved around the room, lighting them each.

When she finally moved, it was hesitant, as though afraid to disturb something sacred. The pads of her fingers brushed along the edge of a petal on the bed, and it was soft, so soft, that it drew a tremble from her.

"You did all this for me?" There was wonder in her tone, but beneath it, something sounded a little fragile.

"Well, it wasn’t that much trouble," you started as you lit the final candle, words spewing out a tad bit faster than your thoughts could catch them. "The staff was kind enough to help — truly, they were wonderful. I just had the idea, but they made it happen, and—"

Her dark-aligned brown irises softened, and it was enough to make you string together the rest of your sentence. " I just wanted everything to be perfect for you."

The words disintegrated on your tongue when the soft click of her heels echoed through the space. She set her roses upon the table in front of the windows and then stood front of you. Her hands slid along your jaw, angling your face just enough for her lips to kiss yours.

She captured every ounce of breath from your lungs and caged them within her ribcage. Molding, desirous, loving. "What did I ever do to deserve you, sweetheart?"

The longer you gazed at her, the more you discerned just the way she adored you, the way she was still reconciling herself with being adored in return. How much she missed this type of love, just how much she needed you as you her. Yearning for her was an all-consuming feeling, your entire being craved her in any moment, that yearn amplified beyond reason when she looked at you like that, it surpassed understanding. "Simply exist."

She tried stifling her giggle, letting you pull her close and connected your lips, desire spilling out of you and into her, discarding her from clothing.

The gloves were the first to go — your fingers sliding them off one by one until bare skin burned against yours. Then your hands moved to the buttons of her coat and silk beneath, slipping them free slowly, savoring every inch of skin you uncovered. Avis mirrored you, her touch just as flaring, just as desperate, and soon you were both shedding the every top layer that kept you away from basking in one another's entire blaze.

Her heartbeat grew unrelenting when you made her sit at the hem of the bed, her body sizzled into your frame while tucked beneath her soft jaw was your head, the twines of your hair grazing her warm-toned flesh with every movement of you burrowing deeper into her neck. “You are breathtaking, Avis.”

Two of your fingers had been raised to trace down her spine, tips soon straying from its path to outline every exposed ridge and valley of her back, to follow every speck and slope. The lingers of your torturous ascent elicited a shiver from your lover, an elicit you hoped for.

"Hm, do that again." Her request did not surprise you. She reveled in your touch without a shame in her bones. Avis longed for your hands on her being and you could never deny her, so you of course obliged. That hum of approval from her she only ever gave to you, it was what you were after, it was what you basked in. To provide. To grant her what she deserved.

Your nose stroked down her clavicle, softly moving over the skin there while your digits stalked her side, sliding to the swell of her breasts, descending, sliding the stockings down the curve of her thighs, rolling them down. The slip followed soon after, leaving her in lace and warmth and the gentle flush spreading across her chest.

You created a seamless transition from tender graze to demanding massage between her legs. There was a moan, a low one, it expanded inside her with a plan to free itself. And it was the reaction you sought after, your intentions made known when you smiled against her.

“Y/N.” Her voice was of warning, one you did not pay regard to. “Don’t tease me.”

Your giggle reverberated through her and you tilted your head towards her, “I didn't do anything.”

She pulled you closer, lips becoming fervent, rougher. Her hips wounded into your touch and you could tell she was in need of direct contact. Your lips mapped along the lines of her neck, trailing open-mouth kisses along it.

Breathing you in was second nature. Three distinct scents intermingled on your person: the waft of your fragrance, the expensive one she bought for you because she knew it would pair perfectly with the second one, your natural essence. The last one, unyielding lust paired perfectly with the prominent aromas.

She loved them all, embracing it all as you slipped your fingers into her tailored skirt. “Lift your hips for me.” low, rough, a hushed command. Your voice dipped into that tone you knew unraveled her. Without hesitation, she obeyed — lifting off the bed and offered herself up to your hands. The skirt dragged down, fabric whispering against her skin as you bared more of her to your gaze, your fingers grazing every curve. Cool air struck her most delicate, making her gasp and quiver alike. “You’re a damn sight, Avis.”

Your warm remark tugged a bashful chuckle out of her, one that immediately morphed into a low moan when you stroked two fingers from her swollen nub to her awaiting hole.

Plummeting in and out of her at the most excruciatingly slow pace known to an aroused and desperate woman, known to mankind, taking time to bask in her oasis, to sweep and press along her walls with your wandering finger pads. Your strides elongated, digits slick as they shoved within her warm cunt.

Your way with her was both something that made her adoration grow for you, The way you took your time with her, always, always. The flat of your palm nudging her swollen clit with each thrust. Digits extending inside of her that made her crave more.

“Fuck…” You inhaled deeply, her rich fragrance whirling within your lungs, hoping to keep it there as your only source of oxygen, letting your tongue slowly lap down the length of her neck before allowing your teeth to so subtly sink into the junction there.

You were fond of leaving your mark upon the older woman; it drove you both mad, the idea that you could nip at her skin so lovingly, that you could trap the textured skin between your lips and leave feverish blemishes behind, blending with the boldness of petals beneath her. Scattered across the flesh of her neck, continuing its descent from her collarbone to bosom, and uniquely crafted by your mouth and no one else's. Body, existence tethered completely to you. “You're drenched, Avis.”

All she could manage to release was a honey dipped moan as she allowed her head to bow back when she hitched her hips into your hand, pace slowing down — fucking hell, how and why did you slow down even more? — until your thumb soothed over her eager clit, each caress more gratifying than the last. “Am I making you feel good?”

She nodded, breaking the potent eye contact to shut her eyes tight. She was heaving, so consumed by pleasure and completely overwhelmed by amber heated lust blown into shards, piercing, and wanting to deliciously seep into her every bone, every nerve. Something only you could ever conjure within her.

“No, uh uh, keep those eyes on me, hmm.” You hovered over her naked body, her chin gently clasped between your thumb and forefinger in order to lower her eyes, so brown and abyssal, towards yours. “There we go, Avis … just let me see those pretty eyes. Please, momma?”

Your digits were still carving deep into the soft velvet hush of her walls and when you spoke in an almost sweetly deriding manner, she released a sigh that prolonged into a whimper, right into your parted lips.

You were aware that she yearned for you to kiss her senselessly, she was feening for your tongue to be down her throat, but your mind had been fixated on another route. You kissed her, something more fleeting to describe it as a peck, and it made her huff, consumed by pleasure and completely overwhelmed by lust and exasperation.

“Darling, I need more. Please, give momma more.” Her aerated speech met your grinning mouth. Your head shake created a spark of friction that she wished would flicker into a blaze and consume her to the core.

“I know, I know, love. I am going to give you more, just be a little more patient with me, okay?” Her palm clipped to your nape and yours once more found her soft soaked mound, pushing so deliciously. It had her hips rocking forward into a rhythm you so easily recognized and synchronize with.

Auburn locks were free from their habitual up-do, curling at the swell of her heaving chest, alluring, hypnotizing you closer and before you knew it, your lips and teeth collided there with her bare breast, suckling her so sweetly, so leisured it tormented her. With every carnal swirl and flattening of your tongue around her nipple, leaving oozes of thick spit behind before switching to the other.

Avis remained filled as you tore yourself away from her soaked front in order to slide down and between her legs, knees burying into the rich rugs beneath you, keeping her own apart while you watched her nectar spilling slowly from ripened blossoms, absorbed into the silk sheets beneath.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me …. do something, for God’s sake, please!” A beseech assisted her words, unfurling her body in response, and you grinned at the sight.

She was never one to beg — always one to command, but somehow, it was you who had coaxed her to the edge, filling her to the brim with a yearning that stripped her of pride and left only need.

You allowed your middle finger to push through dampened folds, stopping at her clit, and proceeded at a torturous pace. You wanted to make her wait for it, push her even more to beg for it, the shadowed depth of your irises spoke enough.

Your hand emerged to your mouth, tasting her, your favorite flavor, dissolving and becoming one with your taste buds. You never hesitated to display just how much you relished it, and in other situations, she would have you utter to her just how much you liked momma’s taste.

Your gaze remained fixed on her, hot, unbreakable, and you slowly drew your finger out of your lips before sucking it back, each pull igniting the hunger already coiled tight within her.

You marveled at the way you had the ability to unravel someone such as Avis, at the way you left her drenched in desire, pure and lustrous, moaning into your mouth that she belonged to you, body and breath. It happened often, and each time, you still could not fully grasp the depth of your own power over her.

Your gazes locked, a silent rope yanking tight between you as she watched you lean down, blow a soft breath, and eat her out. The sight alone was a decadence, but the sensation, goodness, the sensation was something beyond earthly.

Your tongue lolled out, wide and flat, before your head moved forward and licked a bold stripe from above her spasming hole, slowly up to her nub, creating the motions in a relentless tempo, building, coaxing her toward that precipice with each stride and press. She was opening, trembling, clutching under the luxury of your mouth.

You added your digits once more into the mix, into the soaking heat of her, filling, stretching, curling just right. You hummed into her cunt, fingers accelerating, beckoning her orgasm forth. “You’re close, love? Gonna come around my fingers?”

Your words had opened the floodgates of ecstasy within her. You could feel her convulsing around your fingers. “I wanna make you happy.”

You added another one and she palmed at her tits as you pumped her. She breathed in deep, matching your rising chest. Your eyes carried something, it was hard to decipher at first, but when you spoke, her smeared mouth twitched in familiarity at your words.

Your mind… your mind had already drifted to the secret she kept, the one you had both indulged in before. The items she kept so discreetly tucked away — elegant, carefully hidden, but not unknown to you. Of course Avis Amberg, well connected and wealthy, had connections to such items.

Her lower lip curled its way between her teeth while the ends hoisted into a soft grin, “Yeah? What do you wanna do to make momma happy?”

“Avis…” you rasped, “I want to use one of your little secrets on you tonight.”

You did not miss the flicker of excitement that sparked in her eyes — lustful starvation and something even softer beneath it. “Which one?” she breathed out, hands running through your hair.

You grinned a bit, pace escalating, hardening between her thighs and you murmured against her stomach, “The one that lets me fuck you properly.”

The sound she made was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, her body already arching toward you and you seized that in uttering more words, suckling softly at the skin. “I want to fuck you, wanna make momma feel so good.”

“Hmm, yes, yes, shit, baby do whatever you want—” You felt it, the etchings of her awaiting orgasm. It was right there, so close she imagined tasting it. Yet it never came. You had committed your first act of cruelty of the night, the one she did not expect especially tonight; you had denied Avis Amberg her release.

Your fingers left her squirming hole and were brought up to her parted lips, stopping the spills of retorts and moans. “Not yet.”

Frustration colored her features, but she eased when you pecked her lips, once, twice, and retracted. You retrieved the toy from her dresser; the contents were just as you remembered: delicate silk ties, polished glass, smooth shapes made of fine materials, and your fingers brushed over it — dark, sleek.

She could not help the breathless laugh leaving her at your anticipation, biting her lip before muttering a soft, “Come here.”

You stood before her, and she scooted at the edge of the bed, her hands hot and sure as they slid along your waist. She helped you, steady and practiced, the leather straps sliding around your hips, fingers adjusting the buckles, brushing against your skin teasingly as she worked.

When it was finally in place, her hands remained at the front of your abdomen, and her chin tipped up to look at you, dark lashes fluttering. “You wear it well, darling.”

Your kiss deepened, murmuring against her mouth, "Lay back for me."

You reached your hand between both your bodies, gripping the lathered dildo, and positioned it at her sopping entrance as she sprawled herself open with two fingers. One more glance and her eyes spoke more than enough. "I'm ready for you."

You obliged, and the feeling of you entering her was overwhelming, the stretch burning only slightly. You moved in gently until the entire length of the strap pushed inside her wanting hole.

“Oh fuck!” The cry jumped from her throat to your ears. It was enough to ignite the flame within you, one that blazed brightly. Your thrusts angled as her breathing picked up. Digits flexed around her hips, pushing into the impressionable sensitive flesh with your thumbs as you fucked into her in a measured pace.

Wet lips caught hers for a passion-filled kiss and both of her legs hooked around your hips. “How does that feel?”

All she could manage were incoherent slurred babbles. Carmine nails chafed your back, pulling you closer than humanly possible, and her stiff peaks penetrated into your breasts. Wielding power to make Avis feel every single divot as you fucked her amplified your own lusty desires.

“I need you to speak when you are spoken to. Can you do that for me?”

You did not believe it possible that Avis could get any wetter, but my, she was full of surprises. Her juices lubricated your drilling, making your job easier as you pulled back completely before shoving back in.

“Y-yes, yes — I-it's perfect, you're making momma feel so good.” You smiled then at how her face crumbled, your pounding lessening its pace, however you did not lose its hard impact. "B-baby, go faster, please—"

“Not yet, love. I want you to feel everything I'm giving you.” You continued your slow, languid jolts, and she wanted to wail. The deeper you plummeted, the higher she unraveled — each nudging stroke drawing her closer to that edge, closer to the place where she felt most at home. She belonged here, beneath you, cradled in your arms, her body yielding so perfectly to yours.

“You know why I'm doing this? Hmm?” You burrowed your face into her perspired neck, gnawing the spot lightly, tongue slowly gathering every individual droplet that it made her moan straight into your ear.

The action steadied you somehow, allowing you to dive the dildo in further, to hit her bundle of nerves deep within. This angle was new, but held the same severity.

"Because you deserve it, Avis," You pulled out, filling her up once more without warning. "You deserve all good things. You're so fucking perfect for me. You know that, right?"

The tip of her nose brushed the side of yours as she nodded, but that did not satisfy you. "Words, momma. I need to hear you."

How good you were to her. How she wallowed in that dominating side you had, besides always wanting to take care of her with your affections. Avis would never tire of it. "I-know that, y/n, I'm perfect for you—"

"That's right, yes you are—" You grunted at her words, rocking in and out of her cunt and finally speeding up. Every jerk of your hips drew her orgasm near and she latched on to that feeling, that ceaseless yank.

"You're gonna come, love?" Lips wrapped around her nipple, nipping at it.

Fingernails practically sliced the skin at your shoulder blades. The jolting pain caused you to hiss, combining with the lustrous joy you were experiencing. “Yes! Make me come, baby, I need it—”

An ocean of thoughts swam through your hazed mind, not a single one of them a coherent one. There was never a moment when you did not believe Avis Amberg was stunning, a single glance at her and you were ruined and drenched, but fuck, when she came? All kinds of things it did to you, bringing forth moans from your throat.

Her moan was boisterous, booming, certain to startle those outside of these four walls, the entire household even. It made you come seconds after her, your forehead collapsing to her swaying breasts.

You gently pulled out of her and heard her shudder out a soft moan, immediately missing the feeling of being filled. Soft kisses were nuzzled between her breasts, gently moving aside her disheveled curls to ascend your kisses over her collarbones and shoulders as you soothed her.

“I know, love, I know.”

Words were caught in her throat, vision yet to return to its normalcy. "B-baby, I-I-"

You only shook your head and sweetly kneaded her hips. " 'T's okay. Would you like a massage? Does that sound good to you, Avis?"

Her head fell back against the cushion, still catching her breath. Her hand lifted in the air before giving you a loose flick of her wrist that indicated a 'yes'.

You chuckled and leaned down, placing a kiss on her cheek, then her mouth. "I adore you."

Avis huffed out a chuckle and watched as you got up. "And I love you, sweetheart. Thank you ... for taking care of me."

You settled back onto the bed with her preferred soothing oils, and you simpered at her soft expressions. "oh, just wait till you see how I take care of you even more later."

She hummed at the feel of your lips latching on her neck, already anticipating for that later to inch closer. "Momma."

"How does it feel having me deep inside you, hm?" It was a rhetorical statement this time — Avis could not form a response, not with the way you had her positioned, in her request. Arms were stretched out against the mattress, hands rumpling the sheets, the side of her face embedded in the pillows tucked beneath, the soft material smudging the remains of makeup.

Yet you enjoyed hearing Avis struggle as your strap tunneled into her cunt from behind, so you queried her again, a tinge of firmness. “You didn't hear me, momma?”

Avis gasped something out of place and you chuckled before dragging the girth's expanse back into her in rapid strokes. The third orgasm of the night was reaching its peak, and you made sure it dragged out as long as it could the last round. This time, you decided to be fair, fingers snaking their way from her hip down to her clit and rubbed generously.

"it feels great — Fuck! O-oh, keep going! c-close—"

"We're almost there, momma. Almost there. Fuck, just look at how well you take my cock." Her depths enveloped you so perfectly, gushing, gliding, squelching louder at your salacious speech.

Your spine curved, breasts pushed against her upper back and your arm looped around her middle to hoist her up a bit. Just sufficient enough for your lips could soothe the flushed shell of her bejeweled ear. "Come on, give it to me."

Her fingernails dug into the sheets at this angle, cheek mushed against plushness, and Avis was unraveling with you inside her, knocking with full force against the spot that spiraled her.

You kissed the slope of her shoulders, lips tracing over each freckle stroked by time and crease carved within her flesh. She gasped, threading through each individual letter of your name, and she sank into the mattress. Your touch followed, avid fingers squeezing over the swell of her ass, crest of her hips, tremble of her thighs, soft slope of her stomach, hushed praises sinking into her bones.

Panting, she tipped her head back, gaze slipping over her shoulder, half-lidded. As you pried out of her fluttering hole, kisses still being delivered upon her skin, her hand reached back to tug on your hair in hopes to get your attention. "Darling."

Your smile was second nature when you stared into those whiskey irises, knowing exactly what she wanted. Your neck bent, lips coming down to meet hers sweetly, considerately. The kiss was lingering, exactly what she anticipated as she spoke an 'I love you'. The gentleness of it, the affection that powered it.

You pressed one more kiss to her smiling mouth, and you knew there was nothing you would not give her, no part of yourself you would not offer. Because Avis Amberg deserved this, all of it. The softness, the fervency, the love. You would spend every moment you had making sure she never forgot it.

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