"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.
Of course.
"So, if we're over three hundred years old, does that mean I'm immortal?" She asked, cutting to the chase in a way Agatha appreciated.
Agatha thought about the question for a moment, mulling it over. Surely, it wasn't a reincarnation situation. Agatha had reason to believe that Lady Death was in there somewhere.
"I would say so, yes." She finally answered, and Rio hummed.
"Does that mean I'm invulnerable too?" She asked, and Agatha got a devious idea.
"Let's see!" Agatha announces, reaching for the letter opener on the coffee table. "This is gonna hurt." She warned with less than a second for Rio to react, taking the tool and driving it down toward the top of Rio's thigh.
Before the letter opener made it into Rio's skin, Agatha felt her hand's momentum slowing down against her will. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't move much, only a couple inches down in what felt like a whole minute. Her eyes shifted to Rio at an agonizing pace, but she looked just as confused as Agatha, slapping the object out of Agatha's hand with a speed that seemed lightning fast in comparison to the slowness Agatha's body was experiencing.
Once the weapon was out of Agatha's hand, time sped back to normal, earning an impressed look from the homeowner.
"Why would you try to stab me?!" Rio gawped, shoving Agatha's arm harder than Agatha would like to admit.
"I was just trying to help you!" Agatha gasped, hand on her chest on feigned offense. "You're welcome, by the way." She rolled her eyes, and Rio looked down at her palms, fingers wiggling in an attempt to make whatever just occurred happen again, to no avail.
"How did you do that?" Rio asked with wide eyes, but Agatha seemed positively delighted.
"Oh, pet," Agatha chuckled condescendingly in a way that made Rio visibly shutter. "That was all you."
"Wha-" Rio's voice caught in her throat as she looked down at her palm in confusion. "What does that mean? I-I mean, have I ever done anything like that before?" She asked, and Agatha shrugged, left arm out and resting on the back of the couch, her right arm draped over the arm rest.
"You definitely never showed me that little trick." Agatha admitted. "Every witch specializes in a different element. Some powerful witches specialize in more than one, and you specialize in green witchery and death magic." She explained, earning another look of confusion from the brown eyed witch.
"Death magic?" She asked, a frown on her lips. "That sounds like something that would make my Catholic grandparents roll over in their joint grave."
"It's not as evil as it sounds." Agatha chuckled, head rolling from facing the woman on her left, to the ceiling, not able to look Rio in the eyes for some reason. "Death is so much more than destruction and its reputation for harshness. Without death, there is no life." She closed her eyes and watched as the light behind her lids danced in hughes of green and brown. "Death is nature, death is hopeful new cycles of rebirth and new incarnations." Agatha felt her throat tighten and tensed her jaw, turning to steal a glimpse at Rio, whose sickeningly sweet teddy bear eyes poured into her, glassy and filled with something Agatha refused to comprehend. Despite the bowling ball at the bottom of her gut, Agatha muscled through her next words.
"Death is beautiful and complicated and..." A single tear spilled down her right cheek, and she turned to face in front of her, refusing to allow Rio in any form to see her in this state. "And the only thing in this world that is inevitable."
For most people, at least.
Not Agatha.
"I guess that explains why all this weird stuff didn't happen until my sister died." Rio reasoned, and Agatha shrugged again.
"It stands to say that losing a life before its time could trigger things." The owner of the home pondered, turning to lookat Rio with her full body.
"I think I should ask you some questions first, just to get a grasp of what we're working with."Agatha proposed, "If we want to get to the bottom of this, you'll have to let me take control." She asked, and the way Rio's chin jutted out, right eyebrow lifting in a way Agatha recognized as Rio's flirty face. Her eyes washed over Agatha with excruciating fervor.
"I think you're the perfect person to take control." Rio's eyebrows lifted and fell, bottom lip between in a way seared her brain with annoyance. It seared somewhere deep within her, but she would take that fleeting sentiment to the grave with her.
Instead, a devious plan struck her. She rose to her feet, lips pursed, fighting her own devious smile as she walked the couple steps to stand in front of Rio. Agatha hooked her finger under the woman's chin, tilting it back to see those tense eyes just a little bit better.
"Some things never change, do they, pet?" She asked in a murmur, leaning from her spot above Rio to get in her personal space. "So eager to please."
"I can think of a lot of ways I could please you." Rio rasped, and Agatha ignored the butterflies that ignited within her in favor of stepping back just enough to pull the woman to her feet. Rio may have been a measly inch taller than Agatha, but she had the confidence and steady hand to bring Goddesses to their knees in a second, melting at her feet like a popsicle.
Rio's every cell stood at attention, clinging onto every subtle movement or sound Agatha made. The spirit witch pulled the teacher's chin into her and leaned in, smirking to herself at the sight of Rio's hooded eyes and abused lip between her teeth. She used her thumb to free the abused flesh of her bottom lip from their prison, and Agatha felt Rio's body lean into her.
"I think I know something that would please me." Agatha husked, releasing the object of her teasing with a slight shove that dropped Rio onto the couch in a show of power. Rio's back was low against the back of the couch, legs open and inviting as she looked up at the allusive woman with blown pupils and a ragged heartbeat.
Rio watched each step as Agatha walked around the couch, tilting her head back to watch the woman hover behind her. Agatha's middle two fingers on the right hand reached down to stroke her collarbones, igniting another shiver through her blood stream. "Just name it." Rio's voice was thick and heavy, chest heaving under Agatha's featherlight touch as she sat up to encourage the contact.
"Oh," Agatha tutted like she was reprimanding a child. "I don't know if you're ready for it." She whispered, this time against the shell of Rio's ear. Agatha's left hand reached to rub soft, warm circles at the base of her shoulders, causing her to relax against Agatha's touch, head lulling to the side, temple resting against a blazer clad arm.
"Try me." Rio nearly moaned, both hands moving up to take Agatha's wrists, guiding them lower. Agatha hadn't expected Rio to melt under her fingertips, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't considering throwing her plan to get Rio out of her house out the window. Agatha's left hand made its way over Rio's shoulder as the right was being guided down over her chest by her own hand. Agatha could feel her left hand being tugged to the same destination as her right, but resisted the pulling in favor of wrapping her fingers around Rio's neck. The tugging on her hand stopped, and the woman between her arms let out another low moan, eyes staring into Agatha's despite the way they wanted to slip shut.
Agatha quite liked this version of Rio.
What resolve was nearly unshakable, is coming apart at the lightest of touches. She wasn't squeezing Rio's neck, as much as the woman clung to her hand in a way that begged Agatha to clench her throat between her fingers. Her fingers only just barely brushed over the swell of flash peaking out from under her tank top.
And yet...
This woman was thrumming and thrashing against her body's most desperate protests.
Agatha indulged herself with a deep inhale of Rio's scent, fighting back her own moan at the smell of grassy, lavendery sweetness that enveloped her.
"Mm, I think the only pleasure you're thinking about right now is yours." Agatha hummed into her ear, causing Rio to tense against her new, old friend in protest, hands releasing the ones on her body. Agatha chuckled, giving Rio's throat a quick, firm squeeze that she knew would send white hot pleasure through her body.
It always had.
When Agatha pulled away, Rio stood up to round the couch from the other side, meeting her at the midpoint of the piece of furniture. The blue eyed witch smirked in amusement at the way Rio's knees buckled and fingers trembled at her sides.
Sure, Agatha has taken death apart over and over again, brought her to bliss in a way few have, but this.
This was a new level of desperation that made Agatha's stomach churn in the best way. Something about her eagerness, her cooperation just...
Drove Agatha crazy.
"How can I please you?" She asked shakily, earning the raise of a brow from the woman with all the power.
"Do you really wanna know?" She grumbled, and Rio's head tilted up a couple times, unceremonious, but not unlike the way Death would nod under her while Agatha whispered filthy questions and insults and praise against her sweat laced skin. Agatha closed the distance between them, taking Rio's wrists in hers, using her leverage to push her into the foyer, against the wall beside the front door. Rio gasped at the feeling of being shoved against the wall, arms breaking free from Agatha's grasp to rest over her shoulders. Her hands toyed with brown tendrils of wavy locks before her fingers laced at the nape of Agatha's neck beneath the curtain of hair washing down the back of a black blazer.
"Tell me." Rio's voice came out gruff, and Agatha noticed the way her pupils flashed green.
Agatha truly didn't know if she wanted to humor Rio, or if she wanted to laugh in her face.
Either option would drive Rio mad, Agatha was sure.
Instead, Agatha chose to do the thing that would save her the most pain.
"Okay," Agatha hummed, hand moving back to Rio's throat, this time not sparing the dexterity to make Rio's hips roll against nothing, hands falling short as Agatha steps back, watching with glee as Rio struggles against the wall. "It would drive me crazy if you," She whispered against Rio's ear, tongue jutting out to drag along a strong jawline, which fell slack. "Came back tomorrow." And before Rio could blink, Agatha opened the door and used her grip on Rio's neck to push her past the threshold of the door. She let go, shoved the woman a safe distance from the door by the chest and slammed it shut.
Agatha imagined the pout on Rio's lips. The dejected look in her eyes. The way tears welled up in them when she was left unsatisfied in the past.
She didn't stick around to hear any protests though, darting to her bedroom so she didn't have to listen to Rio screaming for her on the other side of the door.
Agatha didn't know what kind of self control she could muster not to open that door and drag her back in by the hair.
Instead, she gathered some clothes to change into after her shower because she had a lot to ponder, and the shower was her best place to think.
... And maybe she needed to cleanse herself of those filthy thoughts in her head.