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Death held her head high as she hugged her wife to her side. Poor thing was groggy and confused as they faced the Ancient Ones. She vowed to put her right back to sleep once they were done.
The panel sat in their little thrones. Their eyes dropped down on them with all their self-important expressions and white robes. Today, Stevie sat in the middle of the panel so she could judge them more appropriately. Dolly was laughing to herself, eyes drinking in the slouched form of Agatha.
"Your job is not to train the Scarlet Witch," Betty told the cosmic entity. "Why are you interfering?" (Interesting. They didn't care if she taught Billy. Death would be sure to use that to her advantage.)
Rio fought a laugh. "I wanted to see if my wife was giving her special treatment," Death answered cooly. "I wasn't very impressed, so that's clearly not the case."
"You were flirting with Wanda?" Agatha growled, suddenly wide awake. "After all the shit you gave me?!" The Divine Mother stood to full height with a glare that would have withered any mortal.
Rio licked the inside of her cheek at the passionate display. "Wasn't flirting. I was testing," she told the goddess with a playful tone. Although, it was nice to know she could still make Agatha jealous. She'd be sure to do it more often. Especially if it meant having the woman's full attention in a room full of people that constantly fought for Agatha's touch.
"You helped enough while Agatha was...out of commission," Frida told her. She had a knowing smirk plastered on her face, but it wasn't aimed at the younger immortal. No, she aimed it directly at Rio. They all did. They loved to torture the cosmic entity and today was no different. "Your extra-curricular services are no longer needed, Lady Death."
Agatha dropped her gaze down to Death's incisors before forcing herself to face the panel. She cleared her throat and shoved her hands in her pants pockets. "Someone has to teach them green magic. I, for one, am horrible at it. I once caused an entire mine to collapse because I played with a green spell. I need Rio, sorry, Lady Death for her knowledge in that branch of craft. You understand, I'm sure."
The panel shifted their gaze to her wife. Eartha licked her lips like a starving jungle cat. "How can we be sure you're not abusing your position? You have an infinite spell book, after all."
Rio clenched her jaw as she glared at them. She couldn't wait to return them to Oblivion. The thought made her salivate. Then, they'd use that pretentious table as an altar for her to worship Agatha's body. Oh yes~...
"To abuse my position is to abuse Lady Death. We go hand in hand, do we not?" Agatha gestured in Rio's direction. The goddess stared at her for a moment. She must have heard Rio's lecherous thoughts or caught her leering. Agatha turned back to the panel with darkened eyes. "And I should be allowed conjugal visits. I'm a succubus for Myself's sake! If I don't get regular sex, we'll have another Strange Incident."
"C'mon now, darlin'. We all thoroughly enjoyed that. Didn't we?" Dolly mocked. "I say give us a repeat performance. We need the laughter."
Death felt her face flicker as she tried to keep her anger in check. "If Agatha is unable to feed herself, it could greatly affect the Balance. Witches won't be able to use their magic properly. Faulty spells could strain the realm." She would know. She felt every single magical mishap when Agatha was stuck in her memories. Being tied to life in pursuit of death was not all that fun.
"We could strike a deal," Eartha purred. She licked her lips, eyelashes batting seductively. "Agatha can get her conjugal visits from us, and you can focus on your job."
Rio nearly rose to the challenge, but Agatha beat her to it.
"You will honor my marriage, or I'll take the whole Universe out with me," the goddess growled. Her eyes began to glow as her magic swirled around her.
Agatha, she warned telepathically. Don't give them what they want.
Stevie clapped once, freezing the couple in place. "We're not entertaining your idea, Eartha. Quit trying to fuck the woman. She doesn't want you." She turned her attention to the Divine Mother. "The only reason why you're not going back in 'time-out' is because the Demiurge and Scarlet Witch need constant supervision. Behave, and you can have your conjugal visits. Misbehave, and I'll give you something to cry about."
Death trembled with outrage. How much lower could they possibly stoop?
The head of the panel clapped again, releasing them. "Lady Death is allowed one teaching day in exchange for two conjugal visit days. Do better, and I'll award you with more. And you will report your progress once a week. Is that understood?"
Rio nodded as Agatha bit out a, "Yes, Your Eminence." It cut through the cosmic entity. But her wife was not someone you trifled with foolishly. Agatha would cut them down, and Rio would gladly be her blade.
"Good," Stevie told the pair. She gave her sisters a look before nodding.
"You're dismissed," the panel said in unison. (What a bunch of losers! They'd practiced their dismissal.)
The pair fell back to earth with matching scowls.
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"Only two days," Agatha growled the second her feet touched the floor. "How the hell do I feed on two days? I need more than that!" She flipped her hair back, ignoring the looks turning to face her. "Two days! It's..." She held her tongue before their time was cut down to one. The goddess reined her irritation in as she reached for the bottle of wine. She ignored her glass from earlier and drank straight from the neck.
"Agatha..." Rio stepped closer, her fleshy face back. She steadied Agatha as she swayed from hunger, exhaustion, and, now, the alcohol.
"Just a minute. Mama needs to get sloshed if she's going to be fine with two days." She returned to her drink, reveling in the burn. She'd forgotten what alcohol was like in large quantities. Then again, she wasn't much of a drinker. That was always Rio when the two got together for a real conjugal visit.
"We'll make it work. It's way more generous than what I was expecting. What days do you want me to teach?" Rio asked her. She swiped the bottle and took a large sip.
The Triple Goddess in her reacted to the way her Horned God's throat bobbed. Agatha licked her lips. She'd gone entirely too long without a hit. Her body was finally waking up to the world around her. There was a new hunger trembling deep within her. "You already taught one lesson today, but you should really let me have a visit," she breathed.
Rio handed the bottle over. "You need to rest first. I could push you over if I wanted to."
Agatha found her eyes glued to those wet, lush lips. To the warmth she knew she'd find if she were to reach out. "Fuck my body," she growled. Heat pooled between her legs as Agatha leaned back against a kitchen chair.
Death reacted exactly how she hoped she would. She sucked in a breath, eyes darkening. Rio dropped her eyes down before dragging them back up the goddess' body. She bit her lip.
Agatha set the bottle down on the table with a loud thud. She stepped forward before taking Death's chin in her cool Fingers. She tilted Rio's face and licked at the residual wine on the side of her wife's mouth. "Upstairs. Now."
"Hey, so we're actually really confused," Billy told the couple. He looked at the two with a worried expression. If only he knew...
Agatha stroked her wife's cheek as she addressed the gathering group. "Kid, if I don't bone my wife, I'm going to kill again. Everyone in the basement."
"Nope! Not staying up here to find out what's about to happen," Alice yelped. "Come on Nicky. Billy's got a new CD we can listen to at very loud levels for no reason in particular."
Agatha ignored the others as she closed the distance between her and Death. She growled as fingers dug into her hips. Herself! She needed her wife like she needed air. Agatha threw the Green Witch against the wall with a surge of magic. The basement door slammed shut in response.
Rio laughed, lips parting in a pant. "You remember now."
"On the contrary, but who gives a fuck?" Agatha pounced on her wife, teeth sinking into warm flesh. She pinned Rio's wrists above her head as Death moaned in that sinfully sultry way.
"Harder," Rio gasped. She tilted her head to the side, granting more access.
Agatha moved down to chomp on a shoulder. She moaned as a knee pressed against her center. Rio took over and threw her into the dining table. Dishes rattled and fell to the floor with a crash. "Whoops," she laughed breathlessly. The goddess pulled Rio on top of her to kiss her heatedly. She pulled her wife's bottom lip into her mouth and bit down until she tasted stagnant blood. It was like sweet nectar to the rotted goddess. Rio moaned into her mouth, a hand slipping under the hem of Agatha's pants.
"Fuck, you're so wet," Death whined. Her fingers pressed against damp curls, causing Agatha's hips to buck against the hand.
Agatha gripped a fistful of hair and tugged Rio's head back to press kisses to the glorious neck. "You flirted with Wanda," she growled. "I am not happy with you."
Rio hissed. "Ha! That was all you, sweetheart."
The goddess flipped them, pining the cosmic entity to the table. The wood creaked and splintered under their force. "Then why am I here, huh?" She wrapped a hand around her wife's throat with a breathy laugh. "I'm fucking you, not her. Don't ever forget that."
Death pulled the hand against her throat, begging for more. "Prove it," she challenged, teeth glinting in the light.
Agatha's nostrils flared as she yanked her wife up for a bruising kiss. She shoved a hand between Rio's legs and pressed three fingers into her. Rio hissed into her mouth, hands clawing at Agatha's arms. The goddess held Death in place by her throat as her other hand curled inside her at an unforgiving pace. Any mortal would have been screamed bloody murder by now, but not Rio. No the cosmic being loved the pain. Loved feeling what it meant to be alive. Agatha always made Death feel alive. And not just because of the heart beating in her chest.
Rio arched her back with a strangled cry as her first orgasm was coaxed out of her. Oh how the goddess loved the feel of her wife clenching down on her fingers. How she could feel her own heartbeat between Death's legs. Reveled in being the only person in all of time and space to have the entity splayed and saying her name like a prayer.
Agatha panted into her mouth, a smirk on her lips. Her wife looked so beautiful all flushed and limp around her wrist. "Still thinking about Wanda?"
"I'm thinking she might have done better, yeah," Rio laughed. Her hazel eyes twinkled with excitement as the goddess sneered.
Agatha growled before throwing her wife into the living room. A couch toppled and flipped over. Rio laughed. She leaned over the overturned piece of furniture with those damned eyes that spurred her on further. Agatha removed her coat and threw it over the broken kitchen table. She fired off three spells in rapid succession.
One to seal the coven in the basement. One to tie her wife up like the best present the Universe could offer. And lastly, one to remove Rio's work clothes.
She hoped the Ancient Ones could see her and everything she was about to do. Hoped there was gnashing of teeth and much wailing in that damned temple. Agatha wanted them to know who her heart and body belonged to. She would continue to choose Rio over them. Would continue to give herself to Death, and Death alone.
The goddess tapped her chin as she circled the bound and suspended cosmic entity. "Now, this feels familiar," she purred. She gasped dramatically, a hand pressing to her collar bones. "Oh yes! I had Wanda hanging out just like this." Agatha leaned in to whisper, "She moaned just as loud for me, too." Of course, it had been in pain after slamming her into columns of rock, but Rio didn't need to know that. "In this very house," Agatha added.
Rio glared at her as she pulled at the magical restraints. "I'm going to kill that witch!" (She wouldn't. Rio wouldn't have someone to use against Agatha if she did.)
The goddess sat in her favorite recliner, noting the time. She could get away with a few more hours of playtime before the fun police shut them down. She magicked her wife over, setting her down in her lap. Agatha positioned her so that Rio sat perpendicular to her. She trailed a nail down her wife's sternum. "You jealous of Wanda, hm?" Agatha tugged at a nipple, reveling in the groan it elicited. "She could never be as sweet as you, my love. Could never excite me the way you do."
Rio bit her lip as a hand scratched its way down her stomach. "Oh, fuck..."
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Billy looked up at the ceiling as they heard a particularly loud thud. "You know, we could always leave through the basement hatch. We don't have to stay here and be scarred for life."
Jen wrinkled her nose. "And risk catching a glimpse through a window? No thank you! I saw enough in her memories." She shook her head. "You do not want to know how crazy those two can get."
A purple haze sealed the door and hatch. Apparently, things were about to get serious upstairs.
Billy reached over and turned the stereo up before doing his best to shut his mind off.
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Rio sucked at the thumb pressing down on her tongue as her wife had her straddle clothed thighs. She moaned around the digit as a mouth closed around a nipple. Rio thanked the Universe for the goddess. For blessing her with the Divine Mother and her heavenly body.
She licked at the calloused thumb, eyes sliding shut. Was there anything better than being thoroughly used and loved by your significant other? Did Agatha know how much she worshipped her? Did the goddess know just how far Death was willing to follow her?
"You wanna ride my fingers?" Agatha drawled in her ear. She was panting just as much as Death was. The throbbing between her legs nearing unbearable as she continued to tease the older immortal.
Rio nodded, chest heaving. Purple enclosed her wrists and moved them behind her back. She was in for a treat.
"Then ride them." Agatha positioned her hand against her wife's core with a sinister grin.
Death happily sank down on the digits with a muffled whimper. She whined as the thumb was removed from her mouth. The cosmic entity was rewarded with a hand around her throat. The thumb she had lavished now pressed against her windpipe. It was a no-no for mortals, but Rio was anything but.
Agatha moaned as she watched the Green Witch grind down on her hand. Bit her lip as slick ran down her wrists and onto the deep, royal purple of her pants. (It was a good thing they had magic, or the damn things would be ruined.) She leaned back to watch her wife ride her hand with shaking thighs. Death was close.
Rio began to mumble a mixture of Spanish, English, Latin, and Arabic as her walls began to clench. Just a few more seconds and she'd be praising the Triple Goddess anew. Needy little whimpers stirred Agatha's arousal. Death leaned forward to rest her head against Agatha's clothed shoulder. Rio's face was flushed as she bit her bottom lip. Just a little bit more...
The Divine Mother kissed those lush lips, her heart stuttering in her chest. How could she ever express the depth of her devotion to The Green Witch? To the mother of her first born? To the only person who had continuously defended and supported her? Agatha pressed her lips to the shell of an ear. "I take thee, Lady Death, in this life and the next," she said with as much passion and resoluteness she could muster.
Rio came with a reverent, "Agatha," leaving her lips. Her body tensed as a thumb rubbed her clit to coax out a few smaller orgasms. Agatha continued curling her fingers as slick walls fluttered and clenched. Death practically sobbed as the younger immortal teased her to the point of blissful agony.
Death broke through Agatha's magic to pull her in for a kiss. She tried to consume the woman. Tried to push all the love in her body into the goddess. Their magic swirled and combined, feeding into one another as lips and teeth scraped against each other. Now, it was time for her to feed Agatha's succubus side. And Death, always a generous lover, would be sure to fatten the succubus.
Rio pressed her into the cushions of the recliner before kissing her way down to glorious cleavage. She licked a stripe up before working to undo the buttons keeping her from her wife's skin. Sure, she could use magic, but where was the fun in that? Especially when Agatha was looking down at her with eyes blown wide open and mouth parted in a pant.
A hand gripped the back of her head as Death continued on her journey. Rio slipped off Agatha's lap until she was kneeling between her legs. She reached for her dagger before dragging the blade up and against the lace of a violet bra. Agatha hissed as a thin line of red appeared against her pale skin. Her legs spread wider as Death crawled back up her body.
Rio chased the tiny beads of blood with her tongue, stitching the skin back together. She took her dagger and carved her initials, her true initials, over her wife's heart. Agatha bit her lip with a moan.
"Don't heal it," she ordered breathily.
Death complied and pressed a kiss to her wife's stomach.
The Green Witch tugged away the purple trousers until there was nothing left but her exposed wife. She tossed the material over her shoulders before stealing the shirt from the goddess' upper torso. Rio licked the inside of her cheek as she thanked Agatha personally for being so fucking hot.
The Divine Mother chuckled, having heard the silent prayer. She grinned that insufferably smug grin that irritated Death to no end. That grin Agatha always wore when she knew she'd effortlessly won something. (That something being Death's heart, body, and would-be soul.)
Rio nipped at Agatha's inner thighs, the hand on her head never leaving. She bit down harder the closer she got to that beautiful mound of hair. Rio chuckled as Agatha's muscles jumped and tensed at the sharp sensation. Grinned as her wife sent her a warning glare. The cosmic entity pressed a kiss to a hip bone before burying her face in damp curls.
Nails scraped her scalp as Rio took her time to lap at Agatha. She let green magic pool in the tip of her tongue. Death fed the willing body small amounts of magic with each stroke of the muscle. The longer she took, the more Agatha would be able to absorb. And much like eating a real meal, it would help put the goddess to sleep. Both were good and necessary. Both would make Death proud to be Agatha's wife.
Rio wiggled her tongue expertly, teasing Agatha's entrance until her wife's chest was heaving with moan after moan. It was her favorite sound right next to the sound of the Ancient Ones eating their hearts out.
"Right...right there," Agatha groaned out. She let her head fall back against the recliner. Her legs opened wider as she pulled Rio in deeper. She would lose her patience soon, which meant Rio was doing a damn good job. Rio retracted her tongue with a smirk. Anything to make her wife growl in frustration.
Death closed her mouth around Agatha's pearly clit and sucked. The hand in her hair clawed at her to the point that a mortal would have been scalped. All it did was spur Rio on. She pulled at the bundle of nerves. Tugged at it with her lips until Agatha was shouting her given name.
Agatha gripped at the armrest with her free hand as her back arched and relaxed repeatedly. Her toes began to curl as Rio worked her up higher and higher. Death released her wife and pulled her head back just enough to let the tip of her tongue flick along spit-slick folds. She smirked up at the goddess before adding her right hand to the mix. (Death had removable nails for a reason.)
Rio kissed up her wife's (growling) stomach before worshipping her chest. Her right thumb rubbed against the raw clit as two fingers curled inside the goddess. Hazel eyes drank in the sight of a wanton, writhing Agatha. (All for her. Only for her.) The Divine Mother panted as she began to toss her head from side to side. She was beautiful. She was alive.
Death took her dagger in her left hand and held it against Agatha's throat. Her right pressed deeper, harder, and faster. "I take thee, Agatha Harkness, for as long as I shall exist," she vowed just as vehemently. The chaotic part of her wanted to stab the blade into her lover's heart, but she had a feeling Agatha wouldn't appreciate that. She pressed a kiss over the erratic organ instead, feeding a slightly larger amount of her magic into her wife.
Agatha came with a shout, her voice bouncing off the walls. Her magic lashed out in the heat of the surge. The remaining furniture was thrown about until the whole place looked like it had been hit by a tornado. They'd worry about that later. Right now, Agatha was grinding down with a, "Rio...Rio...Rio..."
As expected, the exhausted and overworked goddess succumbed to sleep as the last of her physical strength left her. Rio scooped her up before carrying her up the stairs. She laid her wife down on the bed and cleaned her up with a warm wet cloth. Death made sure to have a glass of water at the ready, as well as her robe. Once she was satisfied, Rio tucked the goddess in and pressed a kiss to her lips.
"Te veo, mi amor," and then she slipped away to collect the souls she'd ignored.
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Agatha...Agatha...Hell-ooooooo! Earth to the Divine Mother!
The goddess groaned as she rolled over. Agatha had no idea how she wound up in bed, but the damn sun wasn't doing much to cheer her up. She pressed a hand to her pounding head and turned away from the blinding light. Whoever was reaching out to her was about to get blasted into last century. Agatha sat up with a wince. She hadn't been this sore in a while. Hadn't been hungover in an even hotter minute.
Who's there? she sent back. Agatha looked down at her body and licked her lips. Rio's 'LD' were still carved over her heart. There was something thrilling about the marking. So much more permanent than a hickey. So much more them than a wedding band.
We're very hungry and cold, the voice in her head informed. Could you let us out now?
"Oh fuck!" Agatha grabbed her robe and threw it on. She chugged the glass of water before rushing down the stairs. She eyed her wrecked house, and the clothes tossed around haphazardly. Give me like five minutes to clean up, she sent Billy.
If she weren't in a rush, she would admire the chaos.
The couple hadn't destroyed this much furniture since the crash of the Hindenburg. (That had been a marvelous night of passion. The perfect gift for them both.) Agatha sent off spell after spell after spell to pick up what she could. The table, poor thing, would need to be thrown out. At least her favorite recliner had survived the mayhem. Finally, she magicked away her clothes from the night before and moved towards the basement door.
"Okay, everybody up," she shouted down into the darkness. Agatha pulled back from the shadows as if they would reach out and grab her. Note to self: put more windows in the basement.
"Why do you want more windows in the basement?" Billy asked as he trudged up the stairs. He eyed her, nose wrinkling. "You couldn't cover the hickeys?"
Agatha pressed a hand to her sternum. "Where?" She looked down, carefully moving her robe to check her chest.
"Nah, those are just straight up bruises," Alice said with a knowing look as she emerged. "Damn! What happened to the table?"
The goddess wiggled a little as she pursed her lips with a blush. "It died."
"Yeah, no shit," Jen said. She stopped next to her girlfriend to look down at the splintered wood. "I thought you two were going to take it upstairs?"
"Never made it," she told the potions witch with a laugh. "Its death was not in vain, though." And Death had not come in vain either. Agatha hummed in thought. "Anyone want to give their transmutation skills a whirl? That's a great test right there."
Wanda scoffed. "Personally, I think we should just set it on fire. Knowing you two, that's not safe to eat off of anymore."
Agatha shot her a look. "Hey! If I can eat off my wife, I can definitely eat off the thing that held her up."
The coven groaned.
"Don't be vulgar," Rebecca chastised. "There are children present."
"Mama, why was Mother on the table?"
Loathe as Agatha was to admit it, she had to side with the mortal. "...I see your point." Agatha clapped her hands together as she faced Nicky. "I needed your mother's help eating some magic. That's what tables are used for, are they not?"
"Not for that kind of eating," Jen mumbled to Alice.
Her son, thankfully, did not hear the comment. He nodded. "That makes sense. Where do we eat now?"
Agatha moved away from the dining room to gesture to the living room. "Guess you'll just hold your plates and use the- My coffee table!"
"Rio did it," her coven said in unison.
"Of course, she did!" But when? Agatha reasoned she would have remembered her wife digging her dagger into her mahogany coffee table. She was going to teach her wife a lesson.
"We'll worry about that later," Rebecca told her. "We're all starving since you locked us in overnight."
Agatha eyed the woman. They were far from friends. There was just something about the mortal that rubbed her the wrong way. Something grating and judgy that, truly, made Agatha want to jump off a tall building. "Right...Well, you survived, so don't have a hissy fit. I've actually gone several days without eating. And, no Jen, I'm not talking about this week."
The witch snapped her mouth shut before grinning. "Somebody's feeling better," she teased.
The goddess was feeling better, but that was the post-sex, post-magic high. Once it wore off, she was definitely going to spiral back into her usual drag. Life just wasn't as exciting without her wife. And now that she could only invite Death over three days out of the week...
Then again! Agatha rubbed her hands together with a malicious grin. The Ancient Ones never said anything about her going and visiting her wife. Loophole found; Agatha pranced into the kitchen in search of bread. She popped a few slices into the toaster with a content sigh.
The women giggled to each other as they filed into the room. They sent the immortal knowing looks and made kissy faces.
"I've never seen you this...relaxed," Alice said. She threw her arms around the woman, squeezing her tight. "I'm glad you're feeling better."
Ah! So that was why she had kept the blood witch around. Agatha gave her a side hug. "I've been relaxed before...I just haven't been it in a while."
It was an honest confession she hadn't meant to give. But there was something about the way the women shared in her happiness that coaxed it out of her. Rio had once said something about the coven being good for her. She hadn't believed it, but now...Now, there was a chance of it being true.
"Maybe if you weren't so scared of being judged all the time, you could be," Jen told her. She said it with a smile in hope Agatha would know it wasn't meant in a negative way.
"Yeah...well...I don't know if you guys have ever met my mother, but that woman was a beast. Not exactly an easy habit to break." She nabbed one of her pieces of toast and took a bite. Finally, finally, her body was ready for food. Her eyes fluttered shut with a moan as she chewed the morsel slowly.
If she hadn't been so distracted, Agatha would have seen those cheery faces drop momentarily.
"So," she said before swallowing, "I want to know what you guys have been up to." Agatha took another bite of her toast, tearing at the bread with renewed hunger. "Waffs e'r'buffy do'fing?"
"Breathe," Wanda said with a laugh. "No one's going to take your food. You're going to choke."
Agatha made a face, shaking her head. The others laughed as the red head rolled her eyes. "I forgot how fucking good bread is," she groaned. "OH! Where's the butter? Butter and bread. Bread and butter." The goddess began to sift through the cabinets for the tub of yellowy goodness.
"Butter goes in the fridge," Alice reminded. She spied the stove clock and hissed. "Crap! I gotta go get ready. Make me some toast? Agatha's really selling it."
Jen nodded before pecking the goth on the lips. "Two or four?"
Alice glanced over at Agatha as the immortal gave herself a heap of margarine. "Four."
Agatha nearly wept at the taste of her buttered toast. "Guys...take it from me," she said in between chews. "Being dead is not all it's cracked up to be. No toast in Oblivion."
The laughter stopped.
The Divine Mother froze. She stared at the women; and they, her. "........Don't tell Rio."
Silence hung heavy over the group. No one knew what to say.
Agatha moved to throw her toast away, appetite suddenly gone.
Wanda rushed over with a, "No!" She blocked the trash can with hands held out. "You need to eat. We...We won't tell Rio. You can do that on your own time. Just...just eat."
The goddess swallowed thickly. It was a big risk trusting not one, not two, but three of her frenemies to keep such a secret for her. "You can't tell the boys either. No one else can know," she hissed, shaking.
If Rio found out...If Rio found out, it would crush her. She could see it now. The way Death would crumble to ash at the news. Billy would find a way to blame himself. Nicky and Tommy would definitely blame themselves. It pressed down on her, their guilt. Her guilt.
Jen rested a hand on her shoulder with a small nod. "No one else. We've got you."
Agatha was pulled into a hug. She blinked as her vision began to blur. Someone took her toast and replaced it with a warm hand. It was too much and not enough all at the same time. But then Alice and Wanda joined the mix and Agatha found herself burying her face into the bodies shielding her from the rest of the house.
Rebecca didn't join the mix, but she did distract the children so no one would find them having a moment. The goddess made a mental note to thank her later.
"Do you...want to talk about it?" Alice asked. "I'll put in for a sick day, and we can just hang out and do whatever."
Agatha wiped her face with a wrinkled nose. "Nah," she said, shaking her head. "Go to work. I'll be fine. Besides, I still have to teach a lesson. You're already leaps and bounds better at Latin than the others. Go on, already. Don't be late."
Alice gave her another hug before rushing out to get ready.
The Divine Mother cleared her throat. "That was a touching moment and all, but I'd like my toast back now." She grinned as Wanda handed the piece of bread back to her.
"Sit. I'll make you a plateful," the Scarlet Witch told her. She shooed the goddess away with a watery smile.
Agatha shuffled over to a chair before plopping down. She nibbled and savored the slab of delectable yumminess in peace. She expected to be upset that the others knew, but she felt strangely calm. Yes, Agatha decided, her coven was good for her.