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September had just started. In Boston, that meant it was about to start getting fairly chilly soon. Agatha, a born and raised Masshole, found that to be fairly normal. Her poor Rio, though. Rio had been born in Tampa, raised in mostly Houston, and had gone to Rice for undergrad like the smart little dork she was. She hadn’t moved to a place that proactively salted the roads until her late 20s and her body still wasn’t completely used to it. Agatha had burst out laughing when Rio proactively brought out her scarves the last week of August, but she’ll be damned, Rio did actually wear one last week when it dropped to the fifties. 

Agatha hadn’t seen a lot of Rio lately. They’d fucked like bunnies over the summer and Rio had even gotten a cabin in Vermont for them for a weekend. Agatha felt bad for whoever has to sleep in those sheets after she and Rio used them, because God knows the two washes they put the bedwear through and however many the AirBnB owner did was probably not enough for a blacklight to miss the stains they made on there.

But now, it was her thesis year, which meant Agatha was constantly busy. It meant she was at the library until it closed at midnight, typing holed up in her apartment until three or four, and then taping her eyelids open so she could teach her classes that started at eight. It meant she barely had time to schedule her naps between her seminars and grading essays written by 18 year olds with chat GPT and remembering to take a piss every once and a while, much less see her incredibly hot and older girlfriend. 

Agatha had thought she knew plenty of things about Rio before they started dating, Jen teasingly calling them oomfs to lovers, but she learned even more once their relationship was official. Rio’s favorite fruit was mango, but she rarely bought them because the ones up here just didn’t taste as fresh as the ones back home. Rio liked to be called girlfriend in public and boyfriend in bed. Rio had wanted to be an astronaut for almost her entire childhood and then switched to horticulture halfway through undergrad because she’d disliked almost always being the only woman in her class.

Agatha’s body and mind had gotten in the habit of seeing Rio within 48 hours of its last hit. So now that the past month meant seeing each other less, the ache in her chest felt like it was always there, like a stubborn pebble in her shoe. She did get to FaceTime Rio every day, though. However, it started with the same question.

“What have you eaten today?”

Which is rude, because Agatha rarely remembered, which meant Rio would glare at her over the phone until Agatha made some ramen or ate a banana or something.

Even though they lived in the same city, she maybe saw her girlfriend of six months about twice a week now. It made her sad. She felt guilty that Rio had to be the one to come up and see her, usually with some groceries in tow.

Rio just comforted her every time with something like, “You know I have a doctorate, right? I went through the exact same shit you did. You’re not a bad person for being busy. Now put peanut butter in your milkshake so you’re getting some protein.”

Rio was busy in her own right, too. Her plant nursery was open four days a week, and then one day she’d go in and do paperwork. That was the day Agatha liked to visit best, if she could— she’d flirt with Rio until she cheekily unplugged the computer monitor that was in charge of upholding the interior cameras until Rio bent her over the counter and shoved three fingers into her.

But now, with autumn on the horizon, Rio was actually getting busier. Agatha had originally thought Rio would have hit her peak in summer, and Rio had expected the same, but then she’d gone viral on TikTok the week after Agatha had started classes again. Some Boston influencer had bought a couple of seeds from her for whatever garden they were planning in their nepo-baby-apartment and now people from all over the country were buying seeds from Rio’s tiny nursery. But what about Agatha, her incredibly loving and sexy girlfriend? Rio had evolved to being open six days a week and doing the paperwork on her break. It was truly heartbreaking. No more counter time for Agatha, then.

So when Emerson released for a long weekend for Fall Break, Agatha took advantage of her free Thursday and went to Rio’s workplace to bug her.

Well, actually, she first slept in until two in the afternoon, her body relieved to get more than four hours of uninterrupted sleep for the first time in at least a month. Then she went to pop in for a visit in an outfit she knew Rio would enjoy: a mid-legngth jean skirt, a graphic tee tucked in, and some Mary Jane Docs. The shirt was cute. It had Snoopy prancing around in a dinosaur costume. Agatha liked wearing shirts Rio would gush over during the few times they’d been able to physically see each other.

Rio’s plant nursery was called Twist and Sprout, which was very fitting for her. Agatha always enjoyed the smell as she walked in. The florals, the pseudo-petrichor as the indoor sprinklers worked on some of the plants that needed a bit more attention. She even liked the soil. Agatha wondered how much of her like for the scent of the store had to do with how much Agatha associated all of those things with Rio. 

“Hello!” a voice called. “Can I help you?”

Agatha turned to see some teenage girl at the register. Hmm. That was unfamiliar.

“You’re not Billy,” she said. It made sense. Rio had told her she’d had to hire a couple more college students, all of them Billy’s friends, especially once school had started. Before, Rio had been able to keep the shop running by herself if Billy wasn’t here. Now, not so much. She’d told Agatha she started doing most of the online work while her underlings kept to the front of the store with the customers.

The girl, whose name tag read Kate, chuckled a little nervously. “No, I’m afraid he’s not here today. But I can help!”

Agatha smiled sweetly. Kind of like when the lion realized the regular gazelle was probably out partaking in some gay and stupid activity and there was now there was a new gazelle to bat between her baseball glove sized paws. 

She started off sweet and innocuously, her hands politely clasped in front of her. “Well, Billy sold me a set of zinnias, and they’ve all died off. I’d like a refund.”

This “Kate” gave her an apologetic stare. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but if your purchase was made more than 30 days ago, I’m not allowed to give you a refund.” Kate tapped at the back of the register, which Agatha didn’t need to look at to know it had a couple of common policies on there. 

“He promised me they were the type of flower to bloom again.” Agatha’s lips turned into a frown with a sprinkle of pout. Her arms fell to her side, a showing that she wasn’t exactly pleased. “If they’ve died off before the temperature even dips below forty, they’re most certainly not. I wouldn’t have bought them otherwise. This is making me feel swindled.”

“I’m sure it’s all been a misunderstanding.” Kate laughed, though it was all nerves and no humor. When Agatha didn’t budge, she cleared her throat awkwardly. “He, umm, wouldn’t tell you something was a perennial if it was an annual.”

Bingo. Agatha narrowed her eyes theatrically. Her voice grew in volume. “So now I’m a liar? Do I look like a fool to you?”

Another employee came out from one of the shelved sections. Succulents, if Agatha remembered: and she usually did. Damn, how many people had Rio had to hire to keep up with the fucking TikTok shop or whatever? She was blonde, and her name tag read Yelena. When she spoke, she had some sort of Slavic accent. “Is there a problem?”

“Yeah. I’m a bit confused here.” Agatha crossed her arms. “Does this store find some sort of sick glee in making its customers feel subhuman?”

Kate blushed as her jaw dropped. “Ma’am, that’s not what I said.”

Agatha scoffed and waved her hand dismissively. “I know how to read between the lines. You’ll protect the mistake of your coworker over treating me with any ounce of respect.”

“What happened?” Yelena said, repeating herself. 

“My grandmother barely makes it by on her disability checks.” Agatha was really digging into the worldbuilding here. “I’d help her, but I’m in school and don’t have much myself. I bought some zinnias here a few months ago because I figured they’d make her feel better. I was told they would bloom again. Come to find out they all died!” She threw her hands out. “How is that fair to me?”

Yelena was much more blunt than Kate. “Ma’am, I don’t know who told you zinnias were perennials, but that is not the case. Zinnias are annuals.” She held up her hand to continue before Agatha could butt in, which, rude. “Even if one of us didn’t know that, if you’d insisted on a perennial flower, we would have double checked for you.”

“So you’re going to call me a liar, too?” Agatha cranked it up to the next level. “Are you fucking kidding me? Does this store have an owner?”

“Ma’am,” Yelena started, “you do not want to see the owner currently. She does not like being interrupted. She is very busy.”

“She’ll just say what we’re telling you,” Kate explained.

Yelena clarified. “She will be meaner, actually.”

“Oh, so everyone in this store is totally fine with treating me like gum on the bottom of their shoe.” Agatha backed up until she was a few inches from one of the iron racks that held clay pots for sale. “Chewed up and spit out, and now I’m being scraped along the sidewalk repeatedly.” Damn, she was good at this. Her academic work was in history, but how had she not considered a theater degree?

When Agatha grabbed one of the pots on the rack, Kate made a shocked yelping sound and begged shakily, “Ma’am, please don’t start breaking the flower pots.”

“You will have to pay for them,” Yelena added.

“Who said I was going to break them?” Agatha snapped. Sure, she had totally planned on acting like it, but she hadn’t even gotten there yet. “Now you’re accusing me of things. Though, since you brought it up…” 

Agatha precariously held onto the lip of the flower pot so that it dangled horizontally and extended her arm. Then she took her thumb off so that it was balancing on her four fingers and a bit on her palm.

She knew she wasn’t going to drop it. But Kate didn’t, and she was obviously panicking. She shot Yelena a look, and Yelena sighed before she slunked off.

This was getting good.

Then Agatha half-heard a conversation from a different corner of the store: a corner she knew held Rio’s office.

A familiar voice. “Yelena, whatever’s going on… don’t need me… should’ve started with that.”

Rio was wearing a sweater today. Aww, even though it was fifty-two outside. Yelena looked fairly pallid considering Agatha had only met her a few minutes ago as she shuffled back to the front counter. Agatha got to see Rio’s initial facial expression for just a microsecond: serious, a little bit fear-inspiring. Agatha was almost surprised to see it. She was like one of those stoic guard dogs that got people on edge. A Dobermann, or something.

But then Rio realized it was Agatha at the front of her store. “Agatha?” Her face morphed into what Agatha knew to be her characteristic dopey grin. “What are you doing here?”

Agatha grinned. “Hi, babe!”

Rio’s brows furrowed. “Uh, you can put the pot back on the shelf, now.”

Agatha saw Yelena and Kate exchange some sort of eyes-only conversation that screamed What the hell is happening. She continued her bit. “I dunno. I’m feeling like I wanna cause some damage.” She wiggled her free fingers for emphasis.

“Agatha—”

The pot then slipped from Agatha’s fingers before she could stop it, and with no thumb to safeguard it, the clay pot fell to the floor and immediately shattered.

Agatha hissed through her teeth and grimaced. She looked up at Rio: the older woman looked like the vein in her forehead was going to pop right open. “Um, oops.”

Rio must have spotted some sort of guilt or realization that it was truly an accident cross Agatha’s face, because she just rubbed her temples with her fingers. A sigh escaped her. “I’m going to go get the broom.”

As Rio marched over to the corner of the store, Agatha watched Kate and Yelena share a peculiar look.

“I did not think the boss was…” Yelena snapped her fingers as if the rest of her sentence was balancing on the tip of her tongue. “Ah. Dog on a leash.”

“I heard that!” Rio’s voice echoed.

Kate stood straight up like a soldier called to attention; Yelena crossed her arms, though a shock of fear shot her spine up into a respectable posture. 

“You got us in trouble,” Kate whined, glaring at Yelena. Agatha already understood her type. Teacher, you forgot to collect our homework! Blah blah. “Ugly cunt.”

Okay, maybe not the exact type.

“Hey! Don’t call me that.” Yelena wagged her finger. “Cunts are beautiful, not ugly.” 

“You two.” Rio seemed to form from the shadows. Kate almost jumped out of her skin. “Go count seed inventory.”

“Can I have a drink of water?” Yelena asked, but when Rio glared at her, Yelena dejectedly said, “Fine.”

As the two left, Rio knelt down and put the large, clunky pieces of the pot in the garbage bag she’d brought over. Agatha used the round toe of her shoe and pushed one towards Rio’s hands. 

“I have helped,” Agatha announced, and Rio looked up at her for a brief second before getting back to her cleanup and shaking her head good-naturedly. But Agatha took the bait by the horns anyway. “What?”

“You’re so cute,” Rio quipped, and she shook the dust pan into her garbage bag. When she got up, one of her knees cracked. “Ugh. I do this too often.”

“Getting on your knees?” Agatha piped up, and this time, Rio’s playful glare was looking down at her. Unless Agatha wore high heels, Rio usually had a couple of inches on her.

It was then Agatha got to appreciate Rio’s outfit for the day. The sweater was fitting enough to show off her broad shoulders. Her hair was in a low ponytail, showing off her slightly-grown out undercut. Agatha was excited to, in the next week or so, convince Rio to let her take a pair of clippers to it under the guise of saving money.

Oh, and Rio was wearing her glasses today. She tended to wear them while working, as all the numbers and tiny seeds grew fuzzy without them. Rio’s style of frames were stuck in the mid-2000s, wire and rectangular, but they looked good on her.

Rio leaned down a smidge to whisper, “Go to the office,” in Agatha’s ear.

And, ah, Agatha’s pussy tingled at that. Go to the office could only mean one thing. Or three or four things, curled inside, if Agatha had anything to say about it. 

It took a minute or so for Rio to come in behind Agatha. Agatha stood right in front of the door so that when Rio opened it, she almost barrelled into Agatha. And it absolutely shocked Rio to her core. She squeaked in surprise. 

It was high-pitched, like a mouse. Agatha grinned. “Keeping that sound in my pocket for later. Kinda wanna hear it again.”

Rio pouted. “No. I have a reputation to maintain.”

“What reputation?” Agatha laughed. “If I jump, you’ll ask me how high.” At that, Agatha raised her eyebrow. “Right?”

Rio said no words, only grumbles as she let herself into her own office. The door clicked with a shut.

“You’ve been very bad,” Agatha chastised.

Rio’s brows furrowed cluelessly. She got half a point for being cute. “I have?”

Agatha’s frown deepened. “I haven’t seen you in over a week.”

Rio at least had the audacity to blush shamefully at that. “I’m really sorry. I’ve been swamped with orders enough to considering hiring another employee—”

“Hey.” Agatha pulled Rio in, looping her arms over Rio’s toned shoulders. She murmured, “I just miss you.”

“Oh.” Rio practically sagged with relief. “You’re not actually mad at me?”

“I’m more frustrated with the situation.” Agatha nuzzled into Rio’s neck; the older woman hummed at the touch. “But it’s my break now, so I have plenty of time for a long weekend with you.” She waggled her eyebrows for emphasis.

Rio padded over to her desk and pointed to her desk calendar. It was Snoopy themed. This month, Snoopy was raking a pile of leaves that Woodstock was prepared to jump in. “I wrote it in here.”

Agatha knew Rio kept a calendar for her own sake more than anyone else’s and she glanced at it. Her eyes widened. “You have my whole schedule on here.”

“Yeah, so I know when to call and ask about if you’ve eaten an— oof!” Rio had to stop herself from falling over as Agatha crashed into her and cradled the side of her neck, planting kisses on the other. Rio giggled as Agatha’s kisses started out chaste and cute, but she slowly started to squirm underneath Agatha’s touch as they grew a little more serious. “B-Baby. I have employees and customers in here.”

“So?” Agatha stopped herself to look at Rio and give a world-class pout. Her fingers fiddled with the tongue of Rio’s belt, like she was going to slide it out of its buckle. “You don’t want me?”

“You’re so dramatic.” Rio bent down a little so her hands could travel down Agatha’s back and squeeze her ass affectionately. 

Agatha hummed and leaned into it. “I think I react very normally to every situation, actually.”

Rio switched it up. “Of course you do, honey.” She gave Agatha a swift kiss on her temple. “But I do have to get back to work.”

“Rio,” Agatha whined, elongating her vowels. She lined up their hips together and undulated hers, just a single rotation. Rio only cradled her head and kissed the crown of it. Agatha felt her bottom lip jut out of its own accord as she got more frustrated. “Daddy.”

She saw Rio’s throat bob. “Sweetheart.”

“I need you.” Agatha took Rio’s hand and guided it down to where her slit was most definitively chafing against the cotton of her underwear. “Can’t you feel it?”

Agatha knew Rio could feel the heat of her emanating through her jean skirt. Something wicked flashed in her dark eyes before she pressed Agatha up against the lip of her desk and dug her fingertips into Agatha’s clothed sex. A surprised little keen slipped from Agatha’s mouth and she braced her hands on the desk behind her, excited for the fact that friction meant she was getting what she wanted.

Rio leaned into Agatha’s ear and murmured huskily, “Is this all for me?”

“Yes, Daddy.” Agatha wrapped her leg around Rio’s calf, leaning back in that way that she knew accentuated her breasts. But Rio barely looked, choosing instead to nibble on the shell of Agatha’s ear lobe. When she poked her tongue out to give an explorative lick, Agatha whined. “Please, Daddy, touch me.”

“I am touching you.” Rio’s words traveled straight through Agatha’s ear into whatever part of her brain controlled sex, sex, sex. She started to follow the rhythm of her clit beating against her clothes, and when Rio pressed her middle finger in, her clitoris was still shielded by its hood and the fleshy mound of Agatha’s mons, but it hit her full force, anyhow. Rio cooed, “I have to finish my work. It’ll just be another hour or two. You can be good for me, can’t you, kitten?”

Oh. Agatha was losing, actually. She’d brought a chessboard to a knife fight. She growled in frustration and didn’t even get a full thrash in before Rio wrapped her arms around Agatha’s body to keep her all but completely still. 

“I can’t stand you,” Agatha grumbled, the scratch in her throat hitting low in her chest.

Rio chuckled. “What is it you like to say? Oh, there’s a couch over there.” She then blew a puff of air into Agatha’s ear just to be cheeky, and Agatha’s body got chills as she startled in Rio’s grip. Rio let her go after, but not before planting a few closed-mouth, spitless kisses on her cheek. She then wagged her finger like she was scolding a naughty pet as she walked towards the door that led to the main storefront. “Be good.”

Agatha’s face puckered up like she’d performed cunnilingus on a lemon. “The longer you take to finish up, the more time I have to plan my punishment for you.”

Rio just laughed. And Agatha thought about putting on a grim face, forcing her lips into a pouting frown. 

But she just smiled. “Have a good rest of your shift, then, baby.”

And if Rio figured out Agatha smiling was worse than Agatha pouting, she didn’t show it.

Agatha was left on her own for two whole hours. In ADHD terms, this was forever plus another century. Rio had also left her high and not-dry-but-worse, and she had energy to expend.

Agatha thought of a few things she could do to pass the time: masturbate, masturbate loud enough that Rio hears and closes up shop early, play on her phone, cause shenanigans in the store.

Most of things things would get her into “trouble”. Trouble is in quotes because not much would get Agatha into actual trouble with Rio, but the thought of actually putting Rio through the wringer professionally crossed a border Agatha didn’t even know she’d had until she started dating Rio. Something in Rio cracked Agatha open like a ripe peach; Rio, instead of throwing her ugly and hardened pit away, had decided to plant it and hope for a tree. 

And it made Agatha want to be nice to Rio. Maybe not nice, but kind. Maybe Agatha wanted to blossom under Rio’s care. If they’d been in Rio’s apartment, and her work had been papers she’d brought from the shop, Agatha would have no issue projecting her whines as she climaxed.

But she had decorum, now.

She did play on her phone for a bit. She enjoyed playing Words With Friends with the middle-aged women on Facebook and seeing them rage when she’d beat them by hundreds of points and send a message along the lines of, i love abortion and communism and transgender surgeries btw. 

That only entertained her for about an hour before the restlessness started getting to her. And so her new plan hatched, a wobbling baby chick.

It took the rest of Rio’s shift. It took an expertly executed balance of strength and precision. It took silence and the type of dedication only a truly chaotic woman can wield. But when all was said and done, Agatha had moved everything in the office about two inches to the left: the desk, the couch, the clock, the handful of taped-up botanical posters, the plethora of potted plants in the corners and windowsill. Agatha had expected the hevieast thing to be Rio’s desk, but it had actually been the thick and sprawling ficus Rio had told her that she’d gotten almost a full decade ago. Agatha had also been afraid of pushing it over and spilling gallons worth of dirt on the floor she knew Rio had gotten professionally cleaned two weeks ago, so there was that, also.

When she was done, Agatha’s arms felt a little like Jell-O and she could feel her brow beading with sweat. Was she really this worked up over moving a few things around? Rio wouldn’t have even broken a sweat. Rio purposefully lifted stuff heavier than that for funsies.

Hmm. Agatha was thinking about Rio’s biceps now. She wanted to sink her teeth into them.

She had logged into Rio’s TikTok account and was giving a thumbs down to any comments that were remotely thirsty (blocking would be too obvious and also worsen Rio’s social media engagement, she feared) when there was a creak in the hinges of the office door as it opened. Agatha startled and straightened up. Is this how Sashimi felt? Wow, not her and Rio’s cat having something in common.

Well, Agatha had been here first. In person only by a few hours, but first nonetheless. So, if anything, the tuxedo kitty was copying her.

“Yelena and Kate would not stop talking about you,” Rio said in lieu of a greeting. When she walked in, she paused for a moment, taking in the room. And then she shook her head, rubbing an eye with her first.

Narts.

“Hmmm.” Agatha tossed her phone onto the couch beside her. “I kind of like the idea of being a mystery to them. The woman that can make their scary boss roll over and ask for tummy scratches.”

“I wouldn’t say it’s that drastic,” Rio protested, closing the door with the heel of her shoe.

“Oh?” Agatha tilted her head cockily. She grinned at Rio like an orca would grin at an injured seal. “And if I asked you to roll over?”

Rio blushed. “You don’t really mean that.”

“Try me.”

A pause. And then Rio whined, “Agatha. That wasn’t the point.” When Agatha pouted, Rio outstretched her hands. “C’mere.”

Agatha reluctantly got up and tucked a stray strand of hair behind Rio’s ear before letting Rio envelope her in a hug.

“Missed you,” Rio murmured. 

When Agatha first nuzzled into Rio’s embrace, it was because she liked that earthy smell Rio wore right after work. But soon, the gremlin running around her thoughts got the best of her and she started nipping at the thin, sensitive parts of Rio’s skin. When Rio’s breath hitched underneath her, she purred innocuously. “Hiii.” 

Rio must have known the kind of trouble she was about to be in, because she gasped out, “H-hey… babe.”

“Everyone’s gone now,” Agatha commented. “Does that make your law-abiding heart sing?”

“Hey, the last thing I need is a lawsuit.” Rio’s cheeks dusted pink when Agatha stalked towards her like a predator cornering prey. Agatha’s fingers looped through the loops of Rio’s jeans as she started to pull Rio in. Rio said, “You smell good.”

“Well, anytime I hang out in here, I smell like flowers.” Agatha dipped her head down again to slot her nose against the crook of Rio’s neck.

“You… You always smell like flowers.” Rio’s response was a breathy sigh. Her hand instinctually navigated to clutch the dip of Agatha’s hip, and her thumb rubbed the soft flesh there.

Agatha murmured, “You’re such a charmer,” before she peeked her tongue out and grazed the thick length of Rio’s neck. Her tongue didn’t even leave a spit trail, as she hadn’t really had time to collect that amount of saliva, but Rio was shuddering anyhow. And then Agatha purposefully made it worse by slipping her hand under Rio’s shirt and lightly raking her nails on Rio’s torso.

“Oh, fuck,” Rio hissed. “Your hands are so cold.” At Agatha’s dramatic, lip-pushing pout, Rio immediately relented. “You don’t have to stop.”

“Mmm.” Agatha pressed a small kiss to the sensitive skin under the shell of Rio’s ear. The hand under Rio’s shirt started to stroke Rio’s happy trail. “How do you feel about eating me out in your office?”

Boi-oi-oing. Did one ask a fish if they wanted to swim? Agatha felt Rio straighten up to attention as if a sleeper agent had awoken in her.

“Careful, hot stuff.” Agatha had to use her free hand to push Rio back a bit so that they locked eyes. “You gotta do something for me first.”

Rio’s brows furrowed as her face morphed into a bemused expression. “Do you not also get something out of me eating you out?”

Agatha’s lips turned downward: a very pointed frown. She took her hand out of Rio’s shirt. And then she sighed audibly. “I see. My pussy in your face is a chore?”

“No— wait, Agatha.” Rio’s voice grew whiny in desperation, the realization of stuffing her foot in her Thanksgiving turkey of a mouth hitting her the second Agatha rolled her eyes theatrically. “Now you know that’s not what I meant.”

“Sure you didn’t.” Agatha started to drift away; before she could fully untangle herself from Rio’s grip, Rio pulled her in closer and kissed the corner of her mouth.

“Don’t ever insinuate I wouldn’t consider your cunt a treat.” A kiss to Agatha’s jaw line. She shivered as a tingle rolled through her body. Even after months, Rio’s touch still affected her like this. “I donate to the National Science Foundation monthly in hopes that they find a way to implant gills into humans so I can stay down there forever.”

Agatha scoffed. “You donate to them because you think scientific exploration is a crucial part of upkeeping a progressive society.”

“It can be both,” Rio defended. 

“How would that work, anyway?” Agatha hummed in fake thought. “Like, you filter oxygen out of my pussy juice?”

“It would be an honor to taste you with every breath,” Rio declared. She nibbled on Agatha’s ear shamelessly. “God, I love your cunt.” Agatha keened at that: the words, and the way Rio’s grip tightened on her. “Love your little moans.” And then a pause. Rio stopped trailing Agatha’s body with her lips and pulled her head back. Confused, Agatha held her breath— she had already started heaving under the heat of Rio’s hands— as Rio looked at her solemnly.

“Agatha,” Rio said, “I love you.”

It was like Rio had somehow stolen Agatha’s breath by lighting her lungs on fire. She was so warm. Maybe she was also in a bit of genuine shock. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Rio echoed.

“That’s not—” Agatha’s understanding of the English language was all puttered out after working on her thesis all week. So, in a small voice, she asked, “Really?” 

Rio’s eyes softened at that. “Yeah, Agatha, of course I do.” She pressed a tender kiss to Agatha’s temple. “I can show you,” she whispered: not to be quiet, but to be intimate.

That’s when Agatha remembered what she’d offered to Rio before they both got sidetracked. “You know, I still need to tell you what the deal is.”

“Oh.” Rio seemed to be searching for something in Agatha’s eye. “Yeah.”

Her last moment of kindness before she got a little mean (but it’s okay, Rio likes when she’s mean), Agatha cupped Rio’s cheek. “I love you too, by the way.” Agatha could see the way Rio’s eyes perked up at the admission. She did her best to not look too shaken by it, the idea that Rio was probably over the moon and containing herself at even just the verbal confirmation that someone like Agatha possessed feelings for her. 

Agatha’s fingers traced down until they sat at Rio’s sternum until it wrapped around the silver chain around Rio’s neck. To most people, it looked like a simple necklace with a black amethyst gemstone nestled in a rounded square pendant. The chain wasn’t very thick, but it wasn’t fragile, either. Agatha had made sure when she’d purchased the necklace that it was strong enough to withstand a good amount of tugging.

Because while it was a necklace, Agatha also liked the idea that, to the two of them, the necklace signified a collar of sorts. It was Agatha’s claim on Rio.

Rio was hers.

“Stay there for me.” Agatha’s words weren’t harsh, but they did dip down into what was essentially her horny octave. Rio recognized it immediately and Agatha got to watch in real time as her bottomless pupils started to gnaw at her amber irises in dilation. 

Rio’s reply was a curt, obedient nod.

Agatha took her time walking over to the sofa Rio had in her office. It was a soft, hunter green loveseat: very Rio. 

“Oh,” Agatha noticed. “There’s a pencil on the floor.” She bent down to pick it up and smirked when she heard a low grumble resonating in Rio’s chest. It was exactly why she had worn this jean skirt even though it was almost forty degrees outside. Agatha was a fan of easy access. Though the skirt was long enough to still be considered tasteful— until Agatha had come into Rio’s workplace and subtly pulled it up a few inches, that is. Giving herself a high-waisted look meant that as she plucked the pencil from where it had been laying on the floor, she knew Rio could see just enough of her panties to get a precursor of what, or who, was to come. “Your office is kinda messy.”

“Agatha,” Rio practically growled out. Probably a mix of both lust and irritation, because Rio’s office was very much not messy. Especially compared to the daily tornado that wreaked havoc in Agatha’s own office down at Emerson.

Agatha neatly slid the pencil into Rio’s designated writing utensil mug on the desk. “There. You’re welcome. Wait, what was I doing?” She gave a mockingly clueless look as she glanced around Rio’s office; she could tell Rio was trying not to act out. “Oh, yeah, I was going to go sit on the couch.”

Agatha grinned as Rio’s throat worked to stifle what was probably a nasty little moan. She sauntered over to the loveseat, unsubtly swinging her hips with every step. She could feel Rio’s eyes glued to her waist and ass. She even paused before turning around so she could fluff her hair up from the back; Rio really liked it when she pulled that move.

And then she swiveled around to face her now-official beloved before she plopped down in the seat. For an office couch, this thing was surprisingly comfy. Agatha had napped on it once or twice. She was sure tonight would be the shoe-in to convincing Rio to strap up and get plastic-balls-deep inside her over the desk. The dominos were falling, so to speak.

Agatha pretended to ponder for a moment and then said, “Okay. I guess you can come here.” When Rio put a single foot up in Agatha’s direction, Agatha instantly wagged her finger. “Nope.” Her upturned finger pointed to the floor. “You can crawl.”

Rio’s shoulders slumped but even from Agatha’s spot on the couch, she saw the older woman’s eyes darken with arousal. She knelt down and rested on her knees, back straight in a way that would make any doctor proud. Agatha knew it came from her gym routine and general adherence to doing things the correct way. Rio’s hands clutched her own thighs like her fingers were going to fall off and run away if she didn’t actively work to gain control of them. 

“You look so nice.” Agatha pretended to ponder. “Honestly, you look so good right there on your knees I could just get off to that.”

“No,” Rio protested, the speed and passion at which she spoke causing her voice to crack. Her face contorted to fear.

“Wouldn’t that be an appropriate punishment?” Agatha reasoned.

The cogs in Rio’s head were whirring in overtime to congregate enough words to sculpt a comprehensive defense. “Your orgasm won’t be as enjoyable without me.”

“I can have multiple,” Agatha pointed out.

And Rio’s lip wobbled adorably. She didn’t want to engage in the fight any longer. “Baby, please.”

Agatha thought that Rio’s voice was too cute to shoot down. “Aw, fine, you can come here.”

Agatha barely got to savor the power of Rio crawling for her because Rio ran like she’d just been clipped free from her leash. Maybe Agatha was making her crawl too often and Rio had started to get the hang of it. Agatha needed to think of ways to make Rio slower so she’d have to stew in the humiliation ritual. 

Rio nuzzled at Agatha’s crotch the second her nose was close enough to graze it, still covered by her skirt.

“Oh, silly me. Let me get rid of that.” Agatha moved Rio’s face out of the way before she lifted her hips just enough to undo the buttons of her denim skirt— it was one of those where the button went all the way down, so when she was done, she would simply be able to lay on it. Of course, Agatha took her time in unlooping every button. She poked her tongue out in a cheeky grin when she watched Rio’s jaw clench in real time. 

Finally, her skirt was off, and she was left in the panties she’d chosen for the occasion as well as her shirt. The panties were, of course, hand-picked to be one of Rio’s favorite pairs: silk, mesh except for the gusset, and low-riding. And olive green. Rio moaned as she put her nose right where it was just moments before, which was right at the panty line. It was low enough that a bit of pubic hair peeked out just to tease Rio.

“You smell so good.” Rio sounded like she’d taken a shot of a dive bar’s worst well tequila, the kind that burned the entire way down. She was practically drunk on the sense of Agatha’s arousal.

And as much as Agatha wanted to let Rio continue, she had a plan. “Not quite yet, Daddy.” She put two fingers on Rio’s forehead and pushed back.

Rio’s pouty lips turned into a frown. Agatha only ever really called her Daddy when she was in a teasing mood or Rio was exhibiting one of her rare moments of dominance. Considering Rio’s current predicament, it certainly wasn’t the latter. “I thought the crawling was the favor?”

Agatha only laughed. “Has it ever been that easy for you?”

Rio’s brows scrunched up in a cute little bemused expression. “What do you want me to do, then?”

Agatha stuck her leg out. “I was thinking of being a bit nice, actually, and letting you come first.”

Rio did not look very impressed. Which was sad, because Agatha found her fairly impressionable. “Okay.”

Agatha wiggled her ankle so that her chunky style Mary Jane Doc swayed. It were oxblood. “Here’s your toy.”

It took a second, but Agatha could tell when it clicked for Rio. She sputtered. “You… want me to come on your shoe?”

“And with it.” Agatha grinned toothily. 

“Agatha.” Rio’s voice grew whiny.

Agatha dramatically pursed her lips and leaned back into the soda until her head hit the back pillows. “I guess you don’t wanna taste me that badly, then.”

“I do,” Rio immediately corrected. She eyed Agatha’s leg suspiciously, and then she swung a leg over it. She wasn’t straddling Agatha’s leg— yet— but now it sat between Rio’s thighs.

“That’s a good start.” Agatha changed course from her previous position and leaned forward, twirling her fingers around the chain of Rio’s necklace before fully wrapping them around it and tugging. “You gonna do what I tell you?”

Rio answered with a breathless, “Yeah.”

Agatha’s hand moved to cup Rio’s cheek in a tangy mix of care, possessiveness, and condescension. “You look so handsome when you’re obedient. Now clasp your hands behind your back.”

Rio did just so, and Agatha’s mouth watered a bit at the way it made her shoulders look even broader, her triceps look even thicker. She looked good enough to bite. Repeatedly. Agatha wanted to mark Rio with her teeth like thumbtacks to a dorm room corkboard. 

“Get in position,” Agatha ordered, and she delighted in the way Rio’s neck blushed as Rio scooted back so that her crotch sat right on top of the toe of Agatha’s shoe. 

When it hit just the right spot, Agatha knew not just because of the pressure on the toe box, but because of the way Rio’s breath hitched. Both of Agatha’s hands were now free, so she clasped them in a pseudo-blase manner behind her head and thrust her hips forward to lean back properly. This action, of course, started a light domino effect where Agatha’s foot also moved and Rio squeaked as it brushed up against her sensitive bits.

“Fuck,” Rio hissed out.

Agatha only smirked. “C’mon, baby, grind for me.”

Rio undulated her hips and whimpered as the movement affected her. She was still wearing her jeans and whatever silly boxer briefs Agatha was sure she’d slipped on this morning. That and Agatha’s shoe gave a lot of pressure— and while they’d both learned that the harness Rio wore to strap Agatha down usually wasn’t enough for Rio to orgasm by itself, Rio actively grinding onto something hard could tip her over. They’d tried a few grinding pad attachments that Rio enjoyed using while fucking Agatha. But for now, Rio was going to try and come just by grinding: not a comparably easy feat, but certainly not an impossible one.

Especially if Agatha was degrading her while she did it.  

“You’re so cute when you’re pathetic,” Agatha cooed. She could feel Rio’s thighs tense at the words, so Agatha then tensed up her Achilles’ tendon a bit so that her foot would jump and Rio yelped. Agatha snickered. “Awww.” 

“A-Agatha.” Rio’s face was crimson. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this without my hands.”

“But you’re strong, right?” Agatha cocked her head curiously. “You keep telling me about core strength.” Rio moaned, the sound a mix of arousal and frustration. She hung her head as she began to truly concentrate. Her hips continued to move, and Agatha could tell when it moved from Rio feeling good, albeit a little embarrassed, to truly trying to chase something. It took a good long minute, but Rio went from making small whimpering sounds to full-on grunting. Agatha could feel the impatience festering. Rio was a master pre-ejaculator and wasn’t used to having to work for her orgasm. Agatha’s tongue naturally poked out as she raptly watched Rio’s put-together persona slowly drop as desperation started creeping up on her.

Agatha liked seeing Rio fall apart. Under her fingertips, her body, her words. She knew Rio was organized and rule-following most everywhere else. She knew some considered her girlfriend to be stoic. But there had been something truly delicious about realizing Rio was the scary boss to her coworkers. Billy? Well, Billy looked like he could be knocked down by a strong breeze. Rio’s only full-year employee had the mental constitution of a house of cards during an earthquake. Billy being nervous around someone didn’t mean much.

But Yelena had seemed pretty chill. So had Kate. Learning Rio could whip them into shape, and then come home and bend to Agatha’s will… it made her feel incredibly powerful. And Agatha loved power. 

One of the many ways she got that power was by teasing her girlfriend. “You’re soooo close, handsome. And then when you’re done, you can taste how hot and bothered I’ve gotten, ‘cause I’m a fucking waterfall over here.”

Rio grit her teeth, but her head was still down.

“Look at me, baby.”

Rio didn’t fully lift her head, but she did bring it up just enough to look at Agatha through lidded eyes and the parts of her bangs that had fallen out of her ponytail. Her glasses had slid an inch or so down the bridge of her nose and, if Agatha looked closely, were possibly a bit crooked. Oh, she was really starting to look like she’d been through a tornado now.

Agatha could tell when Rio came. Her shoe’s toe box felt a little warmer as Rio essentially creamed her pants; Rio’s thighs tightened around Agatha’s shoe. Her throat bobbed. Agatha had only wished she had made Rio take her shirt off so she could see Rio’s abs clenching and unclenching. 

“Good boy.” 

Rio groaned at the phrase. Sure, Agatha had started out calling her Daddy as a semi-joke and continued to do so, but they’d learned there were plenty of other terms Rio liked, too. Rio wavered for a few seconds before she slid off of Agatha’s shoe and slumped to the floor on her side. 

“Christ,” Rio heaved, her voice hoarse. “I’m still in shock as to how much you do to me.”

“Now it’s my turn.” Agatha unsubtly spread her legs. Rio’s eyes snapped to it as she subconsciously bit her lower lip. 

Rio scrambled up and gripped each of Agatha’s thighs before getting right to business. Even over Agatha’s underwear, Rio let loose a long, wet lick up the panty’s gusset right where Agatha’s slit was nestled. Agatha tried her best to hide her shudder. She could be ice-cold and Rio’s touch would still feel like molten lava, melting her within seconds. But she had a reputation to uphold. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Agatha’s fingernails raked over Rio’s scalp as her thumb rested on the older woman’s forehead. “You want it sooo bad.”

“Yeah.” Rio stated this as if Agatha had just asked her, Hey, is that yellow circle out there in the sky the sun?

And then a dastardly and positively scrumptious lightbulb blinked on in Agatha’s mind. “Actually, why don’t you lay down on the couch for me?”

Rio’s eyes lit up, and Agatha knew what she was picturing: face riding. Which appealed to Rio like clear skies appealed to a hawk. She was the mouse from that one fucking book the way she was always chasing and begging for Agatha’s cookie. And while Rio wouldn’t be entirely wrong about her mental picture, there were going to be some rules put in place.

When Agatha got up from the couch, Rio immediately stole her spot in that way cats like to do to mooch off of the body heat still clinging to the cushion. Agatha spun her finger around. “Horizontal.” 

“Fuck,” Rio mumbled. “Why do I feel like I’m laying in my own grave?”

Agatha smirked as she turned around, ass to Rio, to roll down the tiny scrap of material Urban Outfitters had the audacity to call “underwear” and charge her twelve dollars for. (She’d thought about just taking it, but Rio’s disappointed face had flashed in her mind, and she’d ended up paying for it. What had this woman turned her into.) But it was worth every penny for how Rio’s little tooth gap makes its way to Agatha’s line of sight and as Rio’s facial expression was shaped like it was seeing bare Agatha cheeks for the first time in human history.

And that was fucking saying something, considering pennies were now practically an endangered species. 

Rio looked like a wayward, free-roaming hitachi wand the way she was vibrating with excitement. Agatha, a true sicko in the head, was looking forward to about ninety seconds from now when Rio learned what Agatha had planned.

Agatha took her time straddling Rio’s waist. She started taking the back cushions out of their place so she could have more room with her legs. 

“Someone’s excited,” Rio teased, like she herself didn’t wear an unabashed giddiness when Agatha plucked the glasses off her face to tuck into her own thick waves like a pair of sunnies.

“You better be talking about yourself, handsome.” Agatha’s hand then traveled up Rio’s clothed sternum until she could press into Rio’s neck with her thumb. It was admittedly the not-so-safe way, as she dug into Rio’s windpipe for a millisecond before Rio wheezed. But then she took the pressure off, not wanting to actually take Rio’s ability to breathe. 

Rio made affectionate grabby-hand motions. “Come to Daddy.”

“No.” Agatha shook her head, ignoring Rio’s subsequent pout. “Mood killer. And also, not what’s going to happen.” Agatha went in for the kill when Rio looked disappointed. “Oh, don’t worry, tough guy, you’re gonna be tasting me. But you’re going to be sticking that thick tongue of yours out and you’re not gonna move it.”

“I…” Rio faltered. “What?”

“Remember when I warmed your cock while you struggled to process orders a few weeks ago?” Agatha asked. Rio nodded, dazed at the memory. “That, but with your tongue.”

“Oh, fuck.” Rio’s eyes glazed over as her hands went limp at Agatha’s waist.

“You can do it for me, right, sweetheart?” Agatha cupped Rio’s jaw, accentuated her cheeks by pushing them in with her fingers a bit. “You’re gonna let me use your tongue and then I’ll come all over your face.”

Rio blinked, clarity coming back to her. She nodded. 

“There we go.” Agatha moved her straddling position up Rio’s body until she was at Rio’s neck. “Stick that tongue out.” When Rio did just that, Agatha took her finger and thumb and tugged on it, which caused Rio to whine. “I want it inside me. After that, don’t move a muscle.” When Rio didn’t give a verbal confirmation, she tacked on a, “Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rio wheezed out, and with her tongue in Agatha’s hand, she sported a lisp. Agatha let go of Rio’s tongue and patted her cheek condescendingly before lowering herself and allowing Rio her allotted movement time of correctly fitting her tongue into Agatha’s dripping core. 

Agatha sighed in relief as she sank down onto the thick muscle of Rio’s tongue. It was long and absolutely fucking skilled. Rio had even expertly curled it to give Agatha just an iota more of girth. Agatha leaned forward a bit so she could clutch the arm of the couch. 

“There we go, tough guy.” Agatha’s free hand traveled down so that she could circle her clitoris lazily with two fingers. Rio growled, and the vibrations shot straight up Agatha’s cunt and practically kissed her cervix. Agatha had known Rio wouldn’t like that she wasn’t the one getting to pleasure Agatha, but the way it made Agatha feel was a nice side effect. When she felt Rio’s hands on her hips twitch, she said, “Don’t even think about it, baby.”

Agatha wanted to grind her hips against Rio’s face, but her desire to frustrate Rio was bigger than her impatience for an orgasm. She’d get at least a few in this room in the next half hour, anyhow. Rio’s fingers digging into the flesh of her ass while Agatha essentially masturbated and used her girlfriend like she was nothing was titillating for Agatha. And as Agatha grew wetter, she knew she was dripping onto Rio’s face and Rio wasn’t allowed to engulf as much of Agatha into her mouth as possible; Agatha got to get off on Rio’s little whimpers as that retaliation slowly hit the older woman. 

Agatha liked reminding Rio what the true dynamic was. “Oh, big scary butch boss ‘till my cunt’s on your face. Then you’re just my little boytoy.” 

Rio’s nails dug into Agatha’s ass cheeks, and Agatha was sure there would be reddened crescents hours after. She felt Rio shuffle around as the older woman got antsy.

“Your tongue feels soooo nice inside me.” Agatha panted as she began to quicken the pace of her fingers rubbing one out. “You wish you were eating me out so bad, don’t you?”

Rio’s responding whine spurned Agatha— not just because of how it physically affected her, but the way Rio’s desperation to taste Agatha was so clear and pathetic it gave her those dominant fuzzies on the edge of her brain. The ones that said she was in charge, and Rio fucking knew that. 

And that desperation is what Rio deserved for teasing Agatha for literal hours. She could absolutely wait a few more minutes. 

Rio’s tongue was nice. It was sturdy. It was warm in a way that Agatha’s own fingers weren’t; not that she had to use them on herself very much anymore, thankfully. Agatha started to feel the beginning of her climax building.

“Hmmm.” Agatha pretended to ponder. “Should I let you eat me out soon?”

Rio answered in a long moan.

Agatha just chuckled. “Baby, I can’t understand you. How am I supposed to know what you think if I can’t properly hear what you’re saying?”

Rio grunted, and Agatha knew that was all the backtalk she was going to get from her girlfriend. Rio knew better than to be snarky about Agatha’s methods. 

So Agatha said, “Come on. Lemme hear you say please.”

Rio bleated under Agatha’s cunt, and then Agatha heard a half-muffled, “Peathe-uh.”

“Say you’re my stupid fucktoy.” The power was rushing to Agatha’s head. She felt her gut simmering.

“Mothin’ bup… yo-uh th-tupid phucktoy.” Rio heaved as she had to force the sounds out her mouth in a comprehensible way, as if the most important tool for verbal communication wasn’t sitting deep in Agatha’s wet cunt. Rio cried out then. “Agafa.”

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, Rio.” Agatha was too close to care anymore. She wanted to milk this climax and she figured Rio had been punished long enough that she could push her pleasure back to where it belonged: the most important priority. A moan strangled out from her throat as she demanded, “Lick my fucking pussy, suck on my clit ‘till I come all over your face.”

That was all the permission Rio needed. Her hands and body and mouth went from limp and sculptable to Agatha’s whim to solid and active as she instantly took to sucking on Agatha’s labia and stretching her tongue out to truly start eating her out. Agatha cried out as the hand she’d been using to get off flung itself into Rio’s hair and gripped tightly so she could also gyrate herself against Rio’s ministrations. 

Agatha didn’t even get to finish riding it out before Rio was lifting her up and practically throwing her back onto the couch. She shrieked in surprise. “Rio!”

Rio hovered over Agatha, her eyes a kind of dark that rivaled a rural night sky sans stars. Her hairband must have snapped at some point in the process because her hair was sweaty and brushing her shoulders now.  Her chin and cheeks were absolutely soaked. “My tongue is numb,” she spoke lowly, and Agatha knew this was true by the way Rio spoke like her tongue was still thick and dry.

Agatha didn’t even get the chance at a cutely witty rebuttal before Rio was shoving three fingers inside. Agatha dug her nails into Rio’s bicep as she cried out, “Oh, holy shit,” and her hips quickly caught up to the rhythm Rio was creating. Rio took her other hand and pressed it back on Agatha’s thigh that was on the edge of the couch to widen Agatha’s legs and fuck her deeper. She half-kneeled on the couch so she could presumably find the best angle. 

“Fucking minx,” Rio muttered, and she started to twist her wrist with her movements.

“Your minx, baby.” Agatha could feel her chest flush under Rio’s attention. She cupped the muscle between Rio’s shoulder and neck for balance as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as Rio didn’t hold back.

Rio instantly massaged the sensitive and rough part of Agatha’s inner cunt. Agatha half-opened her eyes to see Rio’s look of lust and concentration. She liked when Rio fucked her from above because Rio’s necklace swung with the older woman’s movements. She looked serious, her teeth worrying over her bottom lip, and when that silver chain twisted around and dangled over Agatha’s face, when the pendant holding Agatha's birthstone hit a certain angle and sparkled in the light, it was a stark reminder that this woman was all hers.

When Rio’s fingers pistoning Agatha’s greedily hungry pussy started to make noise with the amount of wetness seeping from Agatha, Rio grinned and manuvered her wrist harder. And, oh, the thought of coming hard right now sounded very nice to Agatha, but the idea of knocking Rio down just one more peg and being able to come even harder from that had Agatha smiling in some sort of evil mastermind pant.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” Agatha gasped out, her words punctuated by Rio’s thrusts.

Rio slowed only a bit as she shot Agatha a bemused look. “What?”

“You wanna watch me come?” Agatha asked. She felt her orgasm building like a kettle sat on the burner to boil. “Gotta beg for it.” 

Rio grunted, her fingers shaping themselves in a beckoning, ‘come-here’ sort of fashion as if to coax Agatha’s orgasm from under her nose. With three fingers, it made Agatha feel the delicious flame of her pussy stertching hit her right in the gut. Agatha was sure Rio tried to sound very strict when she threatened, “Agatha Harkness.”

“That’s m’name.” Agatha openly moaned as she felt the rush start, as her ears filled with the sound of her obscene cunt. “So close… Not much time. I’ll kick you out. Come… oh, fuck— come by myself.” 

And the thought of not being the one to service Agatha is what made Rio break down a bit. “Baby girl. Let me watch you come. Prettiest sight in the whole fucking world… I swear, Agatha, my eyes were sculpted to watch you fall apart under my touch.” And then Rio’s sophisticated dictionary was thrown out the window as she began to babble. “Please, please, baby I can’t beg hard enough…” Rio continued to pump her fingers. “Sweetheart, mi luz, pleasepleasepleaseplease.”

“Good boy,” Agatha slurred as her thighs tensed and she came all over Rio’s fingers. Her pelvic muscles burned as Rio kept her legs open and her cunt throbbed its climax out to the same rhythm as her racing heart. “Don’t fucking stop.”

And Rio was very lucky the store was fully closed when Agatha, still feeling Rio’s fingers inside her, then experienced Rio’s other hand pinching at her clitories, because she shrieked. Rio let Agatha ride her climax out, though Agatha had to cut it a few seconds shorter than she would’ve liked and mumbled, “Cramp.”

Rio gently removed her fingers from inside Agatha and massaged Agatha’s inner thighs. “Here?”

Agatha nodded, tossing her head to the side and wiping her sweat-soaked hair from her forehead. Rio didn’t press too hard, just enough that the pain subsided after a minute or so. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Of course, my darling girl.” Rio bent down to deliver a kiss to Agatha’s temple, and Agatha hoped Rio didn’t notice the flush that came from the pet name and not her post-orgasm glow. 

Agatha deflected a bit. “Next time we fuck here, you’re packing.”

Rio sputtered as she sat back up. “Babe!”

“Since I don’t have anything this evening,” Agatha said, as if she hadn’t just put Rio in a tizzy, “do you think I could spend the night at yours?”

“Sashimi has been wondering where you are,” Rio agreed. “I can order from the Korean place.”

Agatha closed her eyes contently as Rio continued to rub small, comforting circles into her thighs. She was picturing the bibimbap she was going to inhale on Rio’s couch when Rio said, “Wait.”

Agatha cracked a singular eye open. Rio had the fingers she’d used for Agatha inside her mouth, not one to waste, and she was looking around bewildered. Agatha mused, “What’s up?”

A confused, puppy-dog look on her face, Rio asked, “Is there something different about my office or is it just me?”