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“What are you doing?”
“Throwing a tantrum.”
“I’ve seen your tantrums and this one is relatively quiet.” Rio said, sitting on the ground next to Agatha.
Agatha was laying facedown on the ground, long, dark hair sprawled all over her. She took in another deep dramatic breath and let out a sigh.
“What’s wrong?” Rio asked, picking a stray leaf out of Agatha’s hair.
“Leave me alone.”
”Oh, sweetheart, we both know that’s not happening.”
Agatha picked her head up just to scowl at Rio. “Why are you here?”
“You summoned me.”
“I summoned any green witch, not The Green Witch.”
“You called and I came. What more do you wanna know?”
“You would’ve come even if I didn’t call.”
“I like coming for you.”
“Don’t.” Agatha warned, looking up at Rio through her lashes. She held her gaze, eyes not daring to stray from the woman in front of her. She seemed almost softer. Still just as intense but that bite she usually had wasn’t there. Rio knew exactly what that meant.
Rio took a deep breath in. She gave Agatha a small nod. She broke eye contact first, favoring the sight of the moon above them instead.
It was silent for longer than either of them expected it to be. There was nothing but the sound of the wind through the trees around them. The fire started by the rest of the coven crackled lowly in the distance. They were almost too far away to hear it.
“It feels like October out here.” Rio said softly.
“Shut up.” Agatha shot back. It came out muffled with her face against the ground again.
Silence fell upon them once more.
The leaves started to ruffle around Agatha. She didn’t want to look up. She knew it was Rio being just as bizarre as usual. She tried to ignore it but the rustling grew louder.
Agatha let out a huff, hoping Rio would get the message.
She did get the message and chose to ignore it.
The rustling continued and Agatha’s agitation grew.
She let out a deep sigh.
Rio rustled the leaves even louder, and for longer this time.
Agatha pulled herself up to rest on her elbows. “Oh for fuck’s sake—“ She stopped herself short, examining what Rio had just done with the leaves around them.
Rio sat atop a large pile of leaves. It looked like a throne with the way she was relaxed against it. Next to her was a slightly larger pile for Agatha. She even placed a little orange flower on top of it.
“Is that for me?” Agatha said, her face read as if she were still just as annoyed, but her tone sounded pleased.
Rio nodded, eyes wide, as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You need a bed to throw a proper tantrum.”
“You also need to be alone to throw a proper tantrum.”
“Not happening.”
Agatha rolled her eyes, pulling herself up so she could lay on her bed of leaves. It was a lot comfier than the ground. She let out another sigh as she sank into it.
“You’re covered in leaves.” Rio noted, taking in the sight of her. Leaves and twigs clung to Agatha’s clothing. She was close enough to pull another leaf out of her hair.
Agatha scoffed. “You’re covered in dirt.”
“That makes sense for me.”
Another eye roll.
Silence fell upon them again. Rio started kicking leaves with her foot, causing the rustling to start up again.
Agatha let out a frustrated groan, “Stop doing that!” She put a hand on her thigh to stop the sound. Both of them ignored the heat that came from that small touch.
“I could have a scar.” Rio blurted out.
Agatha’s brows furrowed in confusion at such a random confession. Rio seemed to care a lot more about it than she did.
“What are you…?” Then it hit her. Their conversation from before. “I know.” She said gently. As much as it hurt and angered her to think about it, she knew Rio hurt just as much. She knew she was her scar.
“Not just… that…” Rio said, looking at her as she dragged out her sentence. “I could have other scars. Physical ones.”
Agatha sat up, intrigued by this, “You have a real scar now?” She leaned in with her chin resting in her hand.
“I could.” Rio looked out into the trees, not sparing her a glance. Her eyes were wide, unfocused, yet intentional in their direction.
Agatha scoffed. “You could, huh?”
“I could. Maybe I do. It’s been a long time since you’ve touched me. You don’t know that I don’t have a scar.”
“Rio.”
Rio turned to look at her again. She hated that Agatha’s presence was still so striking to her even after all this time. “What? I could have a scar. You wouldn’t know.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. Show me your scar.” Agatha leaned back again. She wasn’t quite laying down but her back was against the leaves, with her thighs spread far apart so she could stretch.
“No.”
“Then why did you bring it up?”
“Because I can have a scar too.”
Agatha wished she wasn’t in the mood for the back and forth but in all honesty she missed it. She missed doing this with Rio. She missed arguing with her. She missed their silly arguments. Hell, she even missed the serious ones. She missed how much Rio infuriated her. She missed the way she talked to her. The way she touched her. The way she kissed her.
Agatha hummed, smiling a little as her tongue pressed against her cheek. “You know, I kind of missed how weird you are.”
“Weird?”
“Yeah. You’re kind of a freak.” She laughed a little bit, smiling softly at Rio and then looking down at the ground.
Rio shrugged, it wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before. Nothing she hadn’t heard from Agatha before especially. It was how they worked. They’d argue a little bit. Agatha would get agitated. She’d get a little weirder to lighten the mood again, and then Agatha would grin and call her a freak.
“I missed you.” Rio said.
“I know.”
“You missed me too.”
Agatha looked away again, pursing her lips. She didn’t have a reply to that. She didn’t want to reply to that.
“You did.” Rio insisted. Just moments ago Agatha had embraced her like nothing had changed between them. She was ready to pick up right where they left off.
Another beat of silence. They both hated that their conversations had so many pauses in them now. Their voices used to flow so easily together, never ending, barely stopping to catch a breath. Even when they were doing their little back and forth they’d find a way to talk over each other just to fill in the gaps.
“I did.” Agatha admitted, gaze falling to the ground again.
Rio got up from her pile of leaves and knelt in front of Agatha. She pressed her fingers to her chin, lifting Agatha’s head so they could lock eyes. “You don’t have to miss me anymore.”
Agatha tried to break their gaze again. She wanted to push her away but she didn’t have it in her. A single tear fell from her cheek. She blinked, keeping others from cascading down. She did not want to be dealing with this and with the road all at once.
“I don’t need this right now.”
“You don’t need me right now?” Rio asked gently, wiping the tear from Agatha’s cheek. She licked her finger afterwards, savoring the salty taste.
Agatha took in a sharp breath. She gripped Rio’s arms, pulling her closer so she could embrace her for the second time that night. Rio wrapped her arms around her equally as tight. She needed this. Agatha needed this. They both needed to feel each other.
Rio pulled out of the embrace just to look at Agatha again. She needed to see her. She needed to see those deep blue eyes that soften just for her. She brought a hand to Agatha’s cheek, watching intently as another tear rolled down. She captured it with a kiss. Her eyes roamed over Agatha’s features again, searching for any indication that she wanted distance between them again. She found none.
Agatha held her breath as Rio’s lips met her cheek. It had been so long since anyone had wiped her tears away. She chose to let them fall to their demise instead, inevitably landing on her shirt or drying against her skin. Her eyes flicked to Rio’s again, then out at the trees behind her. She longed for them to be closer. She was craving the intimacy she could only get from her love.
Rio could practically hear Agatha’s silent begs for her to kiss her. Earlier wasn’t the time.
Now though?
Agatha felt Rio’s breath against her cheek again. Her gaze was still way out by the trees. Her only thought was about the woman before her. Then it was the warmth that rushed over her as Rio pressed another kiss to her cheek. She felt the tiniest little spark in her stomach as Rio kissed her other cheek. The spark inched higher, traveling to her chest as Rio kissed the corner of her lips. She stopped to hover above them. Agatha wanted to lean forward to finally connect their lips in a kiss, but both of them hesitated. Agatha instead, pressed her forehead to Rio’s. Her eyes slipped shut, just resting there for a moment.
Rio’s hands found either side of her neck, thumbs rubbing over the spots that proved Agatha to be ticklish. She bit back a grin as Agatha’s breath hitched at the gesture. She pulled back and pressed her lips to Agatha’s forehead, keeping them there as one hand cupped her cheek and the other cradled the back of her head.
Agatha tilted her head back just enough to look at Rio again through her lashes. There was vulnerability etched into her irises. Unshed tears pooled in a sea of blue as Rio leaned in.
They were in sync as their eyes shut, as their lips finally pressed together. One of them hummed, delighted as the other one moaned.
Finally.
They parted for a breath that was entirely too short as Agatha pulled Rio closer to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around her tighter, desperate to be closer to her. Longing to feel her heartbeat against hers. Aching to feel their bodies pressed together. It was Agatha that deepened their kiss, pulling Rio’s bottom lip in between her teeth and biting until she heard an oh so familiar sound.
Rio broke the kiss again, looking to Agatha for confirmation before she was sucked into another round of feverish kisses. Agatha pulled her harder this time. She pulled her to lay on top of her, they sank into the pile of leaves beneath Agatha. Agatha fought to get on top. It didn’t take much. Rio was more than happy to let Agatha take the lead for now.
Keywords; for now.
Agatha frantically kissed at any exposed skin she could reach. She started kissing from her lips to her jaw, stopping to sink her teeth into her skin and suck an angry red mark against her jaw. Rio leaned back against the leaves, settling on top of them and quickly realizing they were more on the ground than they were on the leaves. She tilted her head up, stretching her neck before Agatha could force her to do so. A chill breeze danced against her skin that was quickly replaced by Agatha’s lips nipping and kissing at her neck.
“You’re being too soft.”
“Hush.” Agatha sneered, as she complied by biting her neck.
“Ouch.”
“You and I both know that didn’t hurt you.” Agatha said, biting her again where her neck met her shoulder. She pressed her tongue against her flesh, wishing she’d bit her hard enough to taste blood.
Rio laughed. She pulled her lip between her teeth and moaned as Agatha’s lips finally graced the exposed skin on her chest. Her lips, tongue, and teeth touched every surface she could reach without removing her shirt.
Agatha stopped and sat back against her knees. Her thighs remained on either side of Rio’s hips. Rio was covered in angry red marks and her skin glistened with Agatha’s saliva.
She smiled.
“Proud of yourself?” Rio smirked, resting against her elbows as she looked at Agatha. She looked refreshed. She looked hungry at the same time.
She’d missed this.
Agatha nodded. She didn’t know why she was so out of breath. Before she could ponder that any longer, Rio swiftly shoved her onto the ground and straddled her. Thank god, she had a mountain of hair to help cushion her fall.
“That hurt.” Agatha said, the grin still rested upon her lips.
“You like it.” Rio said as she kissed her again. She carefully moved Agatha’s hair out of the way as she started unbuttoning her shirt.
“Already?”
“Any longer and there’ll be a puddle beneath us.”
Agatha rolled her eyes.
Rio pulled her shirt open, exposing her to the night air. She dragged a finger down her chest, stopping just above the waistband of her trousers. Agatha looked so beautiful laid out beneath her. Her chest was heaving. Her skin was complemented beautifully by the tan colored lace against her chest. She dragged her finger back up her body. This time she stopped at her neck. She laid her hand over it and pressed her fingers into the sides. They locked eyes with each other as Rio leaned down to kiss her again. They melted into it. Rio’s weight was fully supported by Agatha’s body. She could barely get a breath in and she didn’t care. To be kissed by death, breathlessly was something she had only dreamed of being graced by again.
Agatha moaned. Rio squeezed the sides of her neck again. She grinned as she broke their kiss. Agatha’s eyes remained closed. Rio took in the sight of her again. Kiss swollen lips, previously light eyes now darkened with desire, cheeks flushed red and begging to be kissed again. Rio pressed her lips to her cheek. The calm before the storm.
Agatha looked so relaxed. She felt so warm, almost whole again with a missing piece of her hovering right above her. The peck to her cheek was so tender, so loving, such a little tease so Rio could throw her off. She knew her tricks and yet, she still fell for them. It wasn’t her fault that she felt so relaxed when Rio treated her this way.
Constantly frustrated?
Agitated?
Annoyed?
A little scared?
Yes.
Comfortable?
Absolutely.
As soon as Rio’s lips left her cheek so lovingly and sweet, she captured her lips in a biting kiss. It was rough. It was fast. It was so intense that both of them moaned. They didn’t part as Rio snaked a hand down to her shoulder. She pushed a bra strap out of her way so she could expose Agatha even more. She pinched a hardened nipple between her fingertips, toying with it as Agatha began to writhe beneath her. Her hips brushed against hers, wanting so desperately to beg for attention. Agatha willed herself to steady her lower body.
Rio let out a low laugh. She loved when her love got like this. She broke their kiss so she could cover her breast in light fluttery kisses. She stopped to nip at her skin in between, all while toying with that same nipple, all but abusing it. She finally decided to soothe it with her tongue. It was a short lived relief as she took it into her mouth, sucking and biting as Agatha fought to keep quiet. The last thing she needed was for the coven to hear the and interrupt. Rio used her free hand to cover her mouth. She contemplated just placing her hand over her lips. She instead decided to place two fingers into her mouth. Her eyes darkened as they both realized exactly how this was going to go.
Agatha could barely hold back another moan as Rio continued to bite and suck at her sensitive flesh. She sucked on the fingers in her mouth, smirking around them as Rio sent her a glare. She winked, knowing Rio liked this more than she wanted to let on. Rio focused back on her task, thumbing over her nipple, flicking it and wrapping her lips around it once more.
Agatha tried to sit up. She wanted dominance again. Rio was not going to let that happen. Rio sucked harder, biting her again.
“Fuck.” Agatha hissed. She attempted again. She pulled Rio’s fingers out of her mouth and wrapped her legs around her waist. She rolled them both over so Rio was beneath her. She slipped her fingers into Rio’s belt loops to tease, tugging at them even though they wouldn’t budge without being unbuttoned.
Rio grinned, “Wow, didn’t know you still had it in you.”
Agatha wordlessly bit at her, imitating Rio. She quickly unbuttoned her pants and slipped her hand inside. She locked eyes with Rio as she felt the evidence of just how much this moment was affecting her.
Rio nodded, eyes never straying from Agatha’s. She gasped as Agatha pulled her underwear to the side and brushed her fingertip over her clit, slowly circling it and watching Rio’s expression change. Rio gripped the sides of her pants, pushing them down so Agatha could have more of her. Agatha pulled them the rest of the way down along with her underwear, leaving them just past her knees. Rio spread her thighs apart so Agatha could settle between them.
Agatha couldn’t help but fixate on the sight in front of her. Rio was beneath her again. Rio was touching her again. Rio was inviting her into the most intimate parts of her again. Rio wanted her like this again. Her eyes flicked up to catch Rio’s gaze. She wouldn’t do this without them having that connection. Her mouth watered just thinking about tasting her again.
Rio placed one hand in Agatha’s hair, playing with a few out of place locks and then tugging them. Agatha tilted her head back to follow the pull, eyes still favoring Rio’s. She lowered her head. Her eyes flashed a deep shade of want. She pressed her tongue against Rio’s flesh, both of them struggling not to make a sound as Agatha tasted her slick. She pushed her tongue into her folds, running it through ever so slowly and collecting everything Rio had to offer.
Agatha knew Rio was going to have a hard time keeping quiet. She snuck her free hand into her own trousers, struggling not to get lost in her own touch as she collected exactly what Rio needed. She wrapped her lips around Rio’s clit and sucked it hard.
Rio’s eyes widened, her mouth dropped open as if to make a sound. Before anything could even bubble up from her throat, Agatha shoved her fingers into her mouth. She tasted Agatha. That only made it harder for her to stay quiet. She whimpered, wanting more of her taste.
Agatha wasn’t willing to let up. Instead she buried herself deeper into her core, lips and tongue working her over relentlessly. Rio bit her fingers and Agatha winced but she still continued the task at hand. She alternated between flicking her tongue over her clit and sucking on it. Rio’s slick was smeared across her chin. Her hips started to roll, attempting to match her pace and quickly failing as pleasure started to take over.
Agatha toyed with the idea of stopping. She thought about leaving her hanging just long enough for her to get frustrated and shove her face into her to continue. She loved when Rio did that. When she got so lost in it that she practically smothered her so she could get her release. She quickly waved that thought away. She used her free hand to push two fingers into her. She was so ready for her that they slipped in with ease. Rio groaned against her other hand, biting again, and then sucking at her fingers.
She knew what she liked. She didn’t have to be reminded of the way Rio liked to be fucked. She knew exactly how to make her come for her.
And Rio liked coming for her.
A rush of electricity shot through Rio’s body. She could barely keep her eyes open but she desperately needed to see Agatha throughout this. Her hips rolled against Agatha’s mouth. Agatha didn’t let up from her clit. Her fingers continued to pump inside of her as her walls contracted against them. Rio bit down again, tasting blood that she wasn’t so sure was just Agatha’s.
When she settled, Agatha removed the fingers from her mouth. She peppered Rio’s thighs with kisses. She sucked a mark on top of one.
A kiss for the road she thought to herself.
She brushed her tongue along still sensitive flesh. Rio gasped, pushing her away. Agatha let out that low teasing laugh and settled further above Rio. She laid right on top of her. Her hair fell around them like a curtain. She pressed gentle kisses to her temple and then to her cheek. She pressed a more intentional one to her lips.
“I didn’t see any scars.”