Oh, Lavendar and Grass Clippings

                                    

                                          

"I know people say stuff like, 'I wish I was born in a different time,' but I really love toaster strudels." She admitted, and suddenly the spirit witch found her show smile morph into something of genuine amusement.
"Oh, that's definitely your biggest worry." Agatha quipped sarcastically. "Not the fact that they would've burned you at the stake for farting too loud." 
Rio let out a rumbling chuckle that sent stars behind Agatha's vision.
"Is that how I died then?" She asked, leaning against the back of the couch, right hand in the pocket of her jean cut-offs.
"I told you I don't want to talk about all this with you." Agatha knew there was no way of getting out of helping Rio to an extent but she decided to put up a little bit of a fight. Partially because she was interested in seeing how Rio fights for what she wants... and partially because Agatha liked playing hard to get.
"Okay," Rio shrugged, moving off the couch to step closer to Agatha, stopping about 8 inches away, hands folded behind her back coyly. "How about you tell me a little bit about yourself then?" She proposed coyly, eyes looking off into the distance cheekily, and Agatha's eyebrow shot up, a wide-smiled smirk on her lips.
"Are you hitting on me?" She scoffed, and Rio's expression morphed somewhere between challenge, cockiness and flirtiness. 
"Is it working?"
"I'm too old for you." She assured, earning a wave of the hand and a scoff from the slightly taller of the two. 
"Not to sound like a creep, but age is just a number." Rio assured, "Besides, we were at appropriate ages at one point, and I clearly got you to fall for me before." 
"The difference between then and now is that I've learned my lesson." Agatha retorted stubbornly, "And it may be just a number to you, but I don't date younger women." She shrugged. 
"Well, I'm clearly not the same as back then. You even said yourself that I seem harmless." The docile deity gestured matter of factly, and Agatha's eyes rolled so hard her vision spotted again.
"Harmless does not mean trustworthy." She pointed out, to which Rio hummed behind a nonchalant demeanor. 
"That's okay, I'm patient." 
Death and patience? No such correlation exists.
"Besides," Rio's tone dipped as she stepped back into the homeowner's personal space, fingers tracing the lapel of her blazer. "I don't think you can resist me." She pulled on the edges of the purple coat, and Agatha's body moved on instinct. Her body floated into Rio, and before she could blink, the woman was purring against the blue eyed witch's ear. "Whether I remember you or not. I clearly still have an effect on you." She murmured, sending a shiver through Agatha's body. 
Okay, suffice to say that her Rio is definitely in there somewhere. Agatha was starting to get a migraine from this emotional whiplash, so she figured it was time to let Rio win.
"Fine, god, what do you want to know?" Agatha groaned dramatically, lightly shoving the woman away from her, and Rio's flirty smirk grew into a genuine smile again. 
"So you'll answer my questions?" She asked, tone still coy.
"You have a limited number of questions. Don't waste them on stupid ones like that." Agatha sighed exasperatedly, plopping down into the middle of the couch dramatically. 
Rio practically skipped back around the couch, taking her previous spot on the corner of the couch - and mere centimeters away from Agatha, who rolled her eyes. She clicked her tongue before moving another foot or so toward the other end of the sofa.