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witchysniffles · 6 days ago

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adult swim

I have nothing to say for myself other than I love women and bathing suits and women sneezing in them <3

Modern AU where A/gatha and R/io have an afternoon to themselves, and R/io's chlorine allergy makes it interesting...😏

5.9k words. RATED E for explicit sexual content including semi-public sex (they're in their own backyard), cunnilingus, and vaginal fingering along with a little bit of praise kink bc come on, it's them. Also they both have the kink.

If Agatha were to make a list of things that she hated, she was pretty sure that the existence of summer as a concept would easily make the top ten. She had never really been a fan of excessive heat, humidity in general, or being outside around other people and pretending to have a good time when she was dealing with said heat and/or humidity, so most of the season was a wash from that alone.

Oh, and sunburns; she also hated sunburns, so really it was just easier to say that she hated summer altogether. Maybe not quite as much as, say, her mother, or meditation, or the moms at library storytime that kept trying to talk to her about their shampoo pyramid schemes, but it was definitely pretty high on the list. And frankly between the weather, the pollen count, and the amount of money it cost to keep their house at a reasonable temperature, it felt like summer hated her right back. The irony of her ending up married to Rio of all people was not lost on her.

Rio loved nothing more than getting up early on a sunny summer weekend and tending to the garden, woodworking in the garage, or even just laying out in the sun ‘to photosynthesize,’ she said, because some people didn’t have to worry about little things like sunburns, and even had the audacity to pass that gene on to their kid, and Agatha wasn’t bitter about it at all thanks for asking.

All things considered, though, this particular summer wasn’t too bad so far. The weather was seasonably temperate, Rio’s garden was in full bloom, and on one particular Saturday at the beginning of July, Agatha woke to find that Rio and Nicky had gathered an impressive blackberry harvest from the bushes near the woods behind the yard just in time for her to come down to breakfast.

It was a warm, sunny day—the first nice Saturday they’d had in several weeks, really—and after breakfast, Rio and Nicky spent most of the morning out in the yard with Rio tending to the garden and Nicky ‘helping’ by carrying fresh soil and discarded weeds around in his favorite dump truck.

It was right around lunch time when Agatha got a text from Wanda of all people saying that she was taking her boys to some science program at the library and did Nicky want to go? Nicky did very much want to go, and after a whirlwind lunch, a series of texts, and a brief interlude where Agatha had two hyperactive eight-year-olds and one very excited five-year-old running laps around the front lawn, the house fell quiet, and an afternoon alone with her wife stretched invitingly out before her.

“Ok, Wanda’s dropping him back off at five. We’ve got the whole rest of the day to ourselves,” Agatha announced. She tossed her phone onto the bed before flopping down next to it and grinning up at Rio who paused mid-way through digging around in the closet to drink Agatha in with hungry brown eyes. “Feel like having a little fun?”

“Actually, I was kind of thinking…oh, there it is!” Rio emerged from the closet triumphantly with the spoils of her hunt: a black bikini top and a pair of Hawaiian print swim trunks. “I want to check the pool chemicals again. The rain the last few days knocked it all out of wack and I promised Nicky it’d be ready for him when he got home. And I was thinking maybe I’d lay out for a little while.” She slipped out of her t-shirt and stepped closer to the bed, dragging one hand lightly up Agatha’s calf as she reached behind her back to unclasp her bra with the other. “You could come join me if you wanted to.”

“Seriously? Babe, it’s a million degrees out there and you’ve been so busy all morning.” Agatha batted her eyelashes and jutted out her lower lip ever so slightly for good measure. This was the first calm day they’d had to just themselves in far too long, and she was not above pouting just enough to get her way. Not that it ended up doing her any good.

“It’s ninety-three degrees actually, and the humidity is sitting at a balmy seventy-four percent,” Rio said as she slipped her bra fully off, giving Agatha a lovely view of her tits before they disappeared behind the cups of her black bikini top. “And as of this morning the water felt perfect.”

“Are you going to lay out in the pool?”

“Yeah, I was going to pull out one of the floats or something,” Rio said.

“Are you, uh…” Agatha swallowed at the feeling of heat sparking low in her belly. “Are you going to take anything?”

Rio didn’t have very many allergies. Freshly-cut grass could get her going—Agatha joked that she had such a green thumb her body couldn’t bear the process of mowing—and certain overly-chemical scents in things like candles or cleaning products could bother her, but nothing did her in quite like chlorinated pool water. A low dose of antihistamine was enough to nip her symptoms in the bud entirely—lucky her—and it was usually Rio’s go-to when she wanted to spend any real length of time in the pool.

Usually.

“Wasn’t planning on it,” Rio said with a shrug. Her tone was light and deliberately nonchalant, but there was a knowing gleam in her eyes as she shimmied out of her jeans and into the shorts. She raised an eyebrow at Agatha. “Like I said: you could join me.”

Agatha bit the inside of her lip to keep her expression straight.

“Pass,” she said flatly. “I’ll stick to the AC, thanks.”

Rio chuckled and crossed the room so that she was standing next to the bed and Agatha flopped onto her back to be able to look up at her properly. Rio leaned fully over her, one arm pressing into the mattress right next to Agatha so that she could lean down dangerously close, close enough that Agatha could smell the sunscreen-and-soil scent that lingered on her skin in the summertime. She swallowed as she met Rio’s earthy-brown eyes; this was decidedly not helping the whole turned-on situation.

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”

Before Agatha could react, Rio pressed a kiss to her forehead, flashed her a bright smile, and sauntered out of the room.

Ok, so that was how it was going to be.

Agatha waited until she heard the back door close to get up. Forget Rio. Agatha was more than capable of occupying herself, and it would be well worth it when she fucked an apology out of Rio later tonight.

Her resolve lasted a whole entire fifteen minutes.

She was in the kitchen loading the dishwasher when she happened to glance out the window that overlooked the backyard. She had a perfect vantage point of the pool from here, and she could see Rio standing on the deck, skimming the water with her back to the house, completely unaware of Agatha’s eyes on her.

Agatha was already watching the way the muscles in her back moved as she worked, but when she suddenly froze, Agatha felt her breath catch in her throat. A long second seemed to drag by and Agatha could almost see the flicker of Rio’s lashes, the scrunch of her nose, her lips parting as she inhaled shakily. It lasted long enough that Agatha almost though maybe she’d lost it, but then her shoulders shook, her head snapped forward and she sneezed uncovered towards the water. And maybe it was just Agatha’s imagination supplying the sound she knew so well, but she almost swore she could hear it.

Rio tossed her head back and started to wipe her nose on the inside of her arm, but she paused again to sneeze into her elbow, and Agatha dropped the mug she was rinsing to brace her arms on the counter as her legs went weak.

Rio didn’t typically get much warning before sneezing. While Agatha could sometimes spend upwards of a minute in limbo, just hitching and waiting for the sneeze to work its way out, Rio could go from zero to a bona fide fit in the blink of an eye. Sometimes if she was sick she might get a tickly breath or two in advance, but even that was typically just enough time to get a tissue or a hand up to cover her face, if she even had enough presence of mind too.

Something about chlorine in particular, though, threw that right out the window. Just a couple of minutes around the open pool made her nose itch like nothing else, and frequently left her red-nosed and needy, and typically incredibly turned on. Her own sneezes tended to turn her on anyway, but something about the breathless anticipation made it even more intense.

Rio sneezed again, and this time Agatha was sure she could hear just the faintest sound of it through the window. Her hips seemed to roll forward of their own accord to seek some kind of stability or support or—oh fuck. The handle of the lower cabinet was just high enough to brush teasingly close to the apex of her thighs, and Agatha hissed as she realized just how turned on she was right now.

Ok, this was not fucking fair.

Agatha was not going to spend her afternoon rutting against her kitchen counter like a bitch in heat. If she had to suffer like this, she was going to make damn sure Rio did too. Make sure she saw just what she was missing out on.

It took Agatha a couple of minutes to find and change into her least practical bathing suit: a forest green string bikini that covered just enough to avoid being indecent, but still left enough of her bush out to drive Rio wild.

Once dressed, Agatha grabbed a beach towel covered in giant monstera leaves, the book she was ostensibly reading, and her sunglasses and stomped outside, letting the sliding glass door close harshly behind her to announce her arrival. Rio, who had settled onto a pineapple-shaped vinyl float in the middle of the pool, looked up at her and grinned.

“Hey, babe. Change your mind?”

It was subtle, but Agatha could already hear a twinge of congestion at the edges of her voice that made Agatha’s free hand slip as she fumbled with the latch of the gate in front of the stairs that led up to the deck.

“You wish,” Agatha snapped. “It’s too quiet in there. Maybe I wanted a little background noise. Is that a crime, officer?”

Rio couldn’t hide the amused quirk of her lips, but it only lasted for a moment before her expression changed, her eyes went unfocused, and she sneezed in the vague direction of her elbow.

“hH-HA’ATCHhoo!”

Agatha briefly debated turning right back around and retreating inside, but Rio’s teasing little smirk as she recovered from the sneeze was enough to steel her resolve.

She stomped up the stairs to the deck, threw herself down in the empty lounge chair with a hmph, and opened her book. It was a noir murder mystery that Sharon from next door had recommended, dropping her voice low as she mentioned that it was ‘very diverse for being set in the 50s’. Agatha had laughed, but when Sharon had asked Rio to cat-sit for her for the week so she could visit her grandkids or whatever, Agatha had tagged along just to steal the book from her. She’d steered clear of the cat entirely, but fuck that thing could shed. This stupid book had better be worth it. Her verdict so far: could use more dykes, but after flipping to the end to find out who the killer was, she’d decided to finish it.

Eventually. She’d finish it eventually.

Right now it was functioning better as a prop so that she could pretend she wasn’t listening to Rio’s stuffy breathing and congested little sighs as she floated aimlessly around on her stupid pineapple. Every few breaths she’d sneak a not-so-subtle glance over at Agatha, but Agatha wasn’t going to give in that easily.

Really if she thought about it, all of this was entirely Rio’s fault in the first place.

It had been Rio who had been forced to broach the subject of her kink years ago after Agatha had noticed her being a little too cagey around her when her allergies were acting up. When Agatha had taken it as a tacit rejection—justifiably, she might add!—Rio had been quick to reassure her that it was actually the exact opposite. And yeah, Agatha had been pretty damn reassured after that.

So much so that she shyly asked Rio to return the favor, which Rio had been incredibly eager to do given that her own sneezing was enough to turn her on too, and Agatha found herself enjoying it more than she’d ever expected. Like, a lot more.

Enough so that she was willing to follow Rio out to the pool just to watch her sneeze while they were both getting helplessly riled up and they both fucking knew it. Now it was just a matter of what was going to break the tension first.

After a particularly vocal round of hitching, stuttering breaths that ultimately fizzled out into nothing, Agatha set her open book on her bare stomach and lowered her sunglasses to glare in the direction of the pool where Rio was still floating lazily, one arm over her eyes in a half-hearted attempt to block the sun and the other skimming the water next to her. She looked so peaceful even as she sucked in another high-pitched breath. It lingered in her lungs for a moment, but then she slowly let it out with a shivery exhale that was enough to bring goosebumps to Agatha’s arms.

She debated chiming in with some snide comment for Rio to just get it over with already, but she resisted. Knowing Rio, it would only make her draw it out longer, and Agatha wasn’t sure she could deal with that right now.

Finally, though, after a long, teasing build-up that had Agatha’s free hand white-knuckling the arm of her chair, Rio sneezed.

“Hh-HAH’ETSHhoo!”

Agatha felt a rush of heat through her body that she hoped she could still blame on the sun.

“H’ASHhiu!”

She lifted her book again and kept it high enough to hide the flush that must be visible on her face by now, and she crossed her legs to try to relieve some of the pressure.

“hHA-AESHhsoo!”

It wasn’t working, but Agatha was not going to give Rio the satisfaction of knowing that. Not yet at least. Agatha chanced a look over the top of her sunglasses just in time to see Rio gearing up for yet another sneeze. She was still lying lazily on her back, this time with one hand hovering decoratively over her face, and the other on her bare abs, rising and falling with the motion of every shaky breath.

Agatha’s mouth suddenly felt very dry. This was a mistake. She’d been so preoccupied by getting Rio back that she hadn’t even thought about the fact that she might pass out from self-inflicted horniness. Was it too late to go back inside?

Before she had a chance to even make up her mind, Rio inhaled sharply and her body seemed to jerk in on itself as she let out a stumbling little fit.

“huh-ATCHH’oo!ASCHhue—hH’AESH’Hhoo!”

“Do you mind?” Agatha called. Her voice came out shakier than she intended, and she cleared her throat before trying again. “Some of us are trying to read over here.”

Rio didn’t respond right away, and for a moment, Agatha almost thought she was ignoring her, which—she narrowed her eyes—rude. She sat up and was about to tell her so, but stopped dead when the first thing she saw was Rio clamping a hand over her nose and mouth to squash a sneeze into an impressively-quiet stifle considering the force behind it. Force that still had to go somewhere.

Agatha watched with rapt attention as the pool float visibly dipped with the violent shake of Rio’s body, sending out a ring of defined ripples that had the water lapping against the sides of the pool in a way that Agatha could practically feel as she pressed her thighs a little closer together.

A second jarring stifle was followed by a third and a fourth so close they were practically tripping over each other, which gave the water enough momentum to splash lightly over the edge of the deck. Agatha clenched her jaw. She’d known exactly what she was getting herself into when she walked out here, but that didn’t mean she had to be happy that Rio was being coy about it.

After a long moment in which Rio seemed to be unsure whether or not she was going to sneeze again right away, her breath evened out and she dropped her hand and propped herself up on her elbow to look over at Agatha. She sniffled hard—god, she was so audibly congested already—and shot Agatha a knowing grin.

“How was that? Better?”

“I mean, don’t hurt yourself. But yes, that’s much better.”

Rio looked like she was going to say something else, but then her expression shifted, went slack, and her breath began to hitch. Agatha bit the inside of her cheek to try to keep a straight face. Rio’s hand hovered in front of her face for a long, torturous moment, until finally Rio gave a shaky little exhale and sniffled again.

“Sorry, false alarm,” Rio said.

“Don’t be sorry,” Agatha replied breezily. “I’m only out here to read. The fewer distractions the better.”

“Whatever you say, babe.”

Agatha didn’t rise to the bait. She ignored Rio’s smug chuckle as she lifted her book again like there was a snowball’s chance in hell she’d be able to focus on it now. Rio was still watching her closely, and Agatha bit back the urge to stick her tongue out at her as she pushed her sunglasses back up her nose so it at least looked like she was going back to reading.

She waited a beat to let Rio get comfortable again before chancing a glance upwards, eyes still hidden behind dark lenses so even if Rio was still watching her, she’d have some plausible deniability. Thank fuck for bifocal sunglasses.

Rio settled back on her stupid pineapple looking far too pleased with herself. Agatha just clenched her jaw, squeezed her thighs together, and tried not to think about how soaked her bottoms were without even setting foot in the water.

A few blessedly sneeze-free minutes passed by, and Agatha almost felt like she could relax again. She settled back in her chair and focused on her book and even managed to read a couple of sentences before Rio gasped on an inhale and squashed a sudden sneeze into a swallowed, choked off little sound that made Agatha bite her lip as she fought the urge to look up. It wasn’t until a second sneeze nearly breached containment that she looked up to see Rio sitting up with a hand cupping her nose looking nervous.

“Something wrong?” Agatha called.

“Ndo, I juh-just ndeed t-to hHESHH’hu! Fuck, I ndeed…”

Rio trailed off as her breath snagged again, but Agatha got the message loud and clear.

She dog-eared the page in her book and took her sweet time getting up from her chair. Rio eyed her warily and sniffled hard against her palm. Agatha grabbed her towel off the back of her chair and sat down at the edge of the deck, letting her legs dangle in the cool water up to her knees. She crooked a finger in Rio’s direction and patted the space next to her.

“Come here, baby,” she cooed. “Let me help.”

Rio didn’t need to be told twice. She rolled off her float and swam over to Agatha with one hand still pinched securely around her nose. When she surfaced, Agatha offered the corner of the towel and held it steady as Rio blew nose on a fluffy monstera leaf. She let out a sigh that was damn near pornographic, and Agatha shifted, but didn’t pull her hand away.

“How’s it going?” she asked.

“Gimme a s-seh-second,” Rio said. “I’mb hh...I ndeed t-to...heh-HH’EASCHhoo!”

The force of the sneeze had Rio pressing harder against Agatha’s hand and Agatha jumped. Rio raised her right hand to steady Agatha’s wrist as she muffled another wet sneeze into the towel. Her left gripped Agatha’s calf below the surface and squeezed before sliding upwards to rest squarely on her thigh. The final sneeze had her nails digging into Agatha’s flesh and Agatha couldn’t help the moan that slipped out of her, but she recovered from it quickly.

“Good job, baby” Agatha purred, running her free hand through Rio’s hair as Rio finished blowing her nose. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

In lieu of a verbal answer, Rio simply squeezed Agatha’s thigh again. She let her hand slip a little higher, lingering for a moment so close to where Agatha wanted her before raking her nails back down again.

Goosebumps erupted on Agatha’s bare legs and her own breath snagged on the inhale as her hips jerked forward of their own accord. Rio grinned up at her, and Agatha knew instantly that she’d shown her hand, but she’d be damned if she was folding without a fight.

Rio walked her fingers slowly back up Agatha’s leg, and this time she stopped to probe gently at Agatha’s molten center through the thin strip of fabric covering it. Agatha hissed at the feeling, but it morphed into a choked-off gasp when Rio slipped a finger around the gusset of her bottoms and swiped at the wetness gathering there. Agatha whimpered and hips bucked forward again, but Rio just withdrew and sucked the finger in question into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it in a way that made Agatha feel like she might explode on the spot.

“Fuck, Rio.”

Rio tutted disapprovingly

“Where are your mbanners?” Rio quirked a brow as she settled in the space between Agatha’s legs and leaned her arms on Agatha’s thighs. “Last I heard you’re s-supposed to say ‘please’ whhh-when you want something.”

Every hitch and stutter of her breath sent a fresh pulse of need straight to Agatha’s core, and it only got worse when Rio grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the deck so that she could squish her nose against the inside of Agatha’s thigh to force the tickle back. Agatha shivered and pressed her hands flat on the deck behind her to keep herself vaguely upright.

“And you’re not supposed to play with your food,” she snapped. She’d meant for it to sound threatening, but it came out breathy, bordering on whiny, and Agatha knew from the gleam in Rio’s eyes that she’d lost any semblance of the upper hand she’d pretended to have.

Rio mouthed teasingly at the strip of cloth covering Agatha’s center and grinned at the gasp it pulled out of her.

“You like that?” Rio asked.

“Yes,” Agatha breathed. “More.”

“More what?”

Rio raised an eyebrow and looked up at Agatha, clearly waiting for an answer, but all Agatha could focus on was the way her nose was twitching, the way she sniffed and tried to flex her upper lip to stave off the inevitable. She kept her eyes on Agatha even as a hazy look settled over her eyes and her lips parted, until she couldn’t hold back any longer.

She pressed her face into Agatha’s lower belly. Her irritated nose was so warm and her shaky breath even more so against Agatha’s bare skin. Agatha squirmed as her cunt flooded with arousal, but Rio kept a firm grip on her hips, holding her in place even as Rio shuddered and muffled an itchy-sounding heH’EYTSSHhiu! against Agatha’s skin.

Agatha cried out before she could stop herself and quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to try to stifle the noises that so desperately wanted to spill out.

Rio shushed her and nipped playfully at the waistband of her bottoms. “Cállate, mi amor,” she purred. “I’ve barely touched you and you already want the whole ndeighborhood to hear?”

“Rio, I swear to god,” Agatha growled through gritted teeth.

“Oh, she’s got words ndow.” Rio sniffled and grinned wickedly up at her as she dragged her hands a little lower down Agatha’s sides to flick playfully at the ties on her hips. “Use them. Ask me ndicely.”

Agatha pressed her lips into a firm line even as she felt the last of her resolve crumbling. Rio’s hands moved even lower, grabbing at her thighs, letting her fingernails dig in just so as she nipped at Agatha’s inner thigh so, so close to where Agatha was dripping for her. Agatha threw her head back and her hips jerked forward as she finally gasped out a strangled, “Fuck, Rio, please! Please, please, please, I need you right fucking now!”

“Oh, my love, that was all you ndeeded to say.”

Rio made short work of dragging Agatha’s bottoms down her legs, and she lifted her hand to cast them aside, but Agatha caught her wrist and glared at her.

“I am not getting my hair wet. You throw ‘em, you’re diving for ‘em.”

“Yes, sir,” Rio said. Agatha rolled her eyes as Rio lifted the bottoms in a mock salute before flinging them onto the deck for safekeeping and getting back to business.

She licked a long, flat line up the length of Agatha’s center and swirled her tongue around Agatha’s clit for good measure before blowing gently on it. The shock of cool air on her overheated core made Agatha bite her lip hard to keep from yelping out loud. Fuck, this really wasn’t going to take any time at all.

Just as that thought crossed Agatha’s mind, Rio paused, drew back, and Agatha was about to be angry until she looked down to find Rio frozen, on the verge of a sneeze with her mouth half-open, her eyes half-closed, and her poor, irritated nostrils trembling. It was a look Agatha so rarely got to see on her, and she wanted to savor every second of it.

That was until she heard the sound of a lawn mower firing up across the street. Agatha had not factored being a sneezy mess herself into this equation, and the cut-grass-smell and the pollen that came with it would only make Rio even worse, which could be fun, but it was decidedly not the plan for today. They were officially on a time crunch, and Agatha was not going to get cut off before she got what she wanted.

“Is it stuck?” Agatha asked.

Rio hesitated, but finally gave a shuddering nod. Agatha stretched out a hand to cup Rio’s cheek, and Rio leaned into it, clearly desperate for relief. Rio was always so cute when she got like this, all whiny and desperate. She was so unused to the feeling of a stuck sneeze—to a lingering need to sneeze in general, really—that it didn’t take much for her to melt into Agatha’s hands.

Though she would have loved to draw it out further, Agatha made short work of coaxing out the stuck sneeze. She ran her thumb gently along the edge of Rio’s nose, letting her nail catch lightly on the very edge of her nostrils. Rio’s breath stuttered and she inhaled shakily as her head tilted back, away from Agatha’s hand. She stayed frozen like that for a long moment before—

“hih-hESHH’hoo! AETSHhu-hHESSHhiu! HH-hHE’YESSHhoo!

“Fucking hell, bless you!”

“Ugh, thagks.” Rio sniffled, wiped her nose on her palm and dipped it into water to rinse away the clear mess before turning her attention properly back to Agatha. “Ndow where were we?”

Agatha didn’t even have time to reorient herself before Rio was on her like Agatha’s cunt was the first meal she’d had in weeks. Her hips bucked of their own accord, but Rio’s hands were on her thighs, keeping them pinned to the deck as she licked and sucked and swirled her tongue between Agatha’s folds.

Agatha bit her lip hard to keep from crying out. She tangled one hand in Rio’s hair to hold her in place while the other was solely occupied with keeping her vaguely upright. She was close, holy shit, she was so fucking close. Every nerve in her body was alight with electric pleasure, and when Rio’s nose finally hit squarely against her clit, Agatha switched to biting her own arm to muffle her cry as she fell back against the deck and came undone.

Rio worked her through it, replacing her tongue with her fingers, and her nose with her thumb so that she could stifle a pair of sneezes against the inside of Agatha’s thigh. That drew a series of aftershocks out of her that left Agatha boneless, breathless, and twitching in the afterglow.

It was another sneeze from Rio that brought her back to her own body, and she propped herself up on her elbows to grin lazily down at Rio.

“Ok,” she said breathlessly. “You can stop sneezing now, I already came.”

“Very fuddy,” Rio replied. She sniffled and raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Besides, who says I’mb done yet?”

“Hmm. I guess is is only fair that I return the favor.”

Before Rio could say anything, Agatha sat up, pushed off of the deck and slipped all the way into the water with a hiss as her body adjusted to the temperature. It was a welcome feeling on her sex-flushed skin, and it only took a moment for her to recover before she swam forward and pinned Rio up against the pool wall, boxing her in with an arm on either side of her so she could lean in and kiss her hard.

Rio pulled away for an instant to sniffle and swipe the back of her hand under her nose, and Agatha took the opportunity to slip her hand down Rio’s swim trunks where she was—holy shit, she was wet! Agatha pressed two fingers against her entrance, swirling around her lips, fluttering up to her clit, and then sliding back down again, coaxing whine after sigh after congested little hum out of Rio with a wolfish grin.

“Don’t tease,” Rio warned, bucking her hips into Agatha’s hand, desperate and aching for more. “Please, Aggie, I huh...I n-ndeed…”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Agatha tutted. She stilled her fingers completely and let the heel of her hand hover teasingly over Rio’s clit. “Sneeze first, then you get to finish.”

“That’s ndot f-fair, I hh...I-I hih…” Rio trailed off as the urge to sneeze sank its claws into her. Her head tipped back as she inhaled breath after shivery breath, and Agatha found her own mouth opening, mirroring Rio’s as she waited for the inevitable.

“Good,” she crooned, drawing out the word as Rio’s nose twitched and she let out a breathy little whine. “Almost there, my love.”

Finally, Rio’s expression fell, her breath stuttered, she pulled in one final shaky inhale, and she fell forward to press her face into the space between Agatha’s neck and shoulder. Agatha could feel every breath, every twitch of Rio’s nose as she muffled one, two, three sneezes against Agatha’s skin. Agatha almost thought she might come again just from that, but she was a woman of her word. As soon as Rio’s breath seemed to even out, Agatha plunged two fingers back inside as her palm pressed hard against Rio’s clit.

Rio bit down on Agatha’s shoulder to keep from crying out, but Agatha had other ideas. She lifted her shoulder to nudge Rio’s head back up and kissed her hard to swallow the sounds she drew out of her. She shifted her body just enough so that her free hand could sneak upwards to palm Rio’s breasts and tease at her hardened nipples through her top. She could tell Rio was close, and while she would have loved to draw this out forever, she decided to be merciful this time.

She slipped a third finger in, giving Rio just enough time to adjust to the stretch before curling them up to hit her most sensitive spot at the same time that she ground her palm against Rio’s clit. Rio gasped, and for a split second she seemed frozen in place, but then her eyes rolled back and her whole body shook against Agatha as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

When she could take no more, she let her head loll back against the rim of the pool and tapped Agatha’s wrist. Agatha took the hint and withdrew, relishing the little shiver of an aftershock that it drew from Rio. Rio sighed contentedly, but it quickly morphed into a vocal little pant. She was still only just coming around, and she only had the energy to throw her arm loosely over her mouth before she bent forward with a loud hEH’TSCHhoo! that made the water in front of her ripple out.

“Bless you, baby.” Agatha swam a little closer and brushed a wet lock of hair behind Rio’s ear. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’mb mbaybe ready to stop doi’g that ndow,” Rio mumbled, scrubbing at her nose with the heel of her hand. All that managed to do was coax another itchy sneeze out of her and Agatha chuckled. Even Rio had her limits.

“C’mon.” Agatha laughed as she grabbed Rio’s limp arm and started tugging her towards the ladder before we’re both…” she trailed off as the wind blew across the surface of the pool, carrying with it the first whiff of freshly-mown grass from across the street. Before she could stop herself, Agatha’s breath caught in her throat and she instinctively pinched her nose to choke a pair of sneezes into little more than a choked-off shudder.

“What’s wrong?” Rio asked. “Are you okay?” Her concern snapped her out of her post-orgasm haze, and she squeezed Agatha’s upper arm gently.

“Oh my god, I’m fine. It’s just the grass,” Agatha said. “Can’t you—” Rio sniffled, and Agatha rolled her eyes. “Right, you probably can’t huh...can’t smell anything right now. H-Herb’s cutting his grass, so we sh-should...hH’TCH! ‘HHTtchue! We should get inside before this gets any more dramatic.”

Rio didn’t need to be told twice. She followed Agatha to the ladder and climbed out of the pool after her. Agatha wrapped her towel around her waist, collected her discarded bottoms, her sunglasses, the book that she’d finish eventually, and hurried back towards the house before the fuzzy feeling in her nose could get any worse. Rio was right behind her, and the moment they were both safely inside with the door shut tight, Rio pushed Agatha up against the door and kissed her hard and hungrily, hands roaming up and down Agatha’s sides in a way that damn near made her melt all over again.

A quick glace at the microwave clock when Rio paused to sneeze against Agatha’s shoulder revealed they still had hours left to themselves, and as Agatha felt her own breath start to catch again, she slyly thought they’d find plenty of ways to make the time pass.

#if i haven't slept yet it still counts as getting it up in the same day even if it is decidedly no longer tuesday lol #this grew by like a thousand words in the eleventh hour no thoughts just vibes ✌️#anyway it is VERY late and i have SO much to do tomorrow but i wanted to get this done so fucking badly #i might have more to add in the morning (to the tags not the fic) but for now enjoy the filth i am going to bed #witchywrites #a/aa #a/gathario #snzfic #sneezefic #(also if you read this far pls manifest that we pass our stupid bedbug inspection today it's been almost a year and i'm sick of this!!!)#(we have yet to actually have them so here's hoping the streak stays alive!!🤞 i'm coping great thanks for asking dhdjdn)#(update: we passed!! 🎉)#now to spend the rest of the day putting my apartment back together 😓

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