Twelve
Agatha hadn’t expected Rio to actually answer the question.
Not really.
Sure, she pushed her - No, it’s not. Try again.
She expected Rio to give another fake answer, something easy, like she uses it as a line to pick up women.
But no.
Rio has to surprise her - again. Every time Agatha thought she had her figured out, Rio came out of left field. It drove her insane.
Rio gives her such a raw, real answer.
And then she wouldn’t even look at her. Like she just shared her deepest darkest secret.
So Agatha knew it’s the truth.
She could tell Rio didn’t share the real answer with many people. It’s too personal. Not on brand.
But Rio hasn’t really been on brand this entire week.
First, she was flirting back with Agatha. Sure, failing to share her identity with Agatha screamed Rio scheme, but she flirted back. Then she gave Billy makeup, a teenager she had never met before. Her teenager. Then she came to the bookstore and told Agatha she hadn’t made a fool of herself.
All day today, Rio had been nothing short of patient and kind. When Rio found the vibrator sitting in her bag, she could have taken it fifty different ways, all of them teasing. Instead Rio chose a completely different path - I have the same one in green.
After their massages today - Relaxation looks good on you.
And Agatha definitely spent more attention on the flirting waitress than Rio. She barely gave the waitress more words than her order and a polite thank you. Like she didn’t want to engage.
Like she wasn’t interested.
And then she practically dragged Agatha back to the room, not ending the night. No. Instead, they got wine for the room because - It’s stuffy.
Rio hadn’t said it like a pickup line. She said it like she just wanted to leave. With Agatha.
For Agatha.
Okay, maybe that was wishful thinking. But everything else? Not wishful thinking.
And right now?
Rio couldn’t look at her.
She had just shared something meaningful.
And - fuck.
Agatha has been wrong. This entire time.
Rio Vidal gives a shit. About everything.
And Agatha can’t take it.
She doesn’t let herself overthink - she just moves.
Moves to grab the glass out of Rio’s hand.
Moves to take off her glasses.
Moves to kiss her.
Over the pillow barrier Rio had carefully crafted minutes ago.
For Agatha.
She didn’t let it be hesitant. It definitely wasn’t careful.
It was urgent, because fuck - Agatha can’t take it anymore.
Rio makes a small noise against her lips - maybe surprise - but she responds instantly. She feels her hand move up to caress her cheek, running back and through her hair, gripping but not tugging.
Agatha wants to touch her everywhere, but she can’t because of the pillow pile. Yeah, that needs to go. Now. She pulls back from Rio’s lips, and dammit Rio is chasing her.
Like she doesn’t want to lose the contact.
Agatha gets up on her knees, before bringing a finger up to Rio’s lips, stopping her from following.
“Hold on, hold on,” she says, with a light laugh.
Without so much as looking, she grabs the pillows from the pile, one by one, throwing them in the room behind her. Rio is smiling against her finger, and lets out a small laugh when one of the pillows makes something crash off the desk behind her.
Her laugh is cut off the moment the last pillow is thrown, because Agatha replaces her finger with her lips, biting down on first contact. She moves forward, pressing Rio down with one hand on her sternum, the other on the bed beside Rio’s head.
Rio’s hands fly up to Agatha’s hair again, one on each side, and is pulling Agatha closer. Agatha lets out a small moan, because Rio pulls with just the perfect amount of pressure.
Of course she does.
She needs to be closer.
She starts to shift and Rio is following her lips again, like a magnet. Agatha pulls one leg over Rio’s lap, straddling her. She’s rolling her hips down as she deepens the kiss, pressing her back into the pillow. Agatha opens her mouth when she feels Rio’s tongue lick at her bottom lip.
Fuck.
She tastes like the wine they were drinking earlier tonight and Agatha cannot get enough. She sucks, bobbing her head a little as she does so and Rio moans. But then Rio’s hands are leaving her hair and Agatha nearly whines - whines - at the loss of contact.
But then Rio’s hands are on the back of her thighs, squeezing just a bit each time Agatha grinds down.
Agatha pulls away for air, just for a second, and as she does so, she opens her eyes to Rio’s looking right back at her. Her breath as uneven as Agatha’s, eyes wide and flushed.
Agatha needed more.
She grinds her hips again, this time Rio meets her with a thrust back.
Agatha dives into Rio’s neck.
She moves her hand from Rio’s chest up to her hair and tilts her head back so she has better access. She kisses up the line of her throat, to the side of her neck and stops at the spot right below her ear when she feels Rio’s breath hitch.
She feels Rio’s hands move, off the bare skin of her thighs up to her ass and then she’s squeezing again. This time harder than before, pressing Agatha into her with each grind of her hips.
Suddenly, Agatha remembers what her choice of pajamas were for this trip. Unlike before with the vibrator incident, she’s patting herself on the back for the tank top and sleep shorts.
Rio squeezes hard when Agatha bites down on Rio’s neck and Agatha barely catches the moan in her throat.
Well - half of it.
But Rio’s neck had to have muffled it, at least a little bit.
It didn’t.
Rio definitely heard it.
She feels it in the way Rio suddenly grips her waist, flipping them over effortlessly. Their lips don’t even break apart. It happened so fast, Agatha’s not sure if she’s dizzy from the wine or from the switch of positions.
Doesn’t matter.
Because Rio is still not close enough.
She slides her hands down, grabbing Rio’s waist and pulling to get her closer. As she does so, Rio is pulling back, separating their lips. Agatha is following her this time, trying to reconnect, but she can’t because Rio’s forehead is resting on her chin and she can hear Rio take deep, shaky breaths like she was trying to calm down.
And then Rio’s removing her hands from her waist to the bed - Agatha is assuming - because they’re not on her.
Rio is stopping.
Agatha bites her lip, staring at the ceiling, attempting to slow her breath. Suddenly the room is feeling warm. She can feel her heart pounding in her chest. She hears the hum of the AC hum, can smell the lotion on Rio from their massages earlier.
It’s like she’s coming back to her senses.
Agatha is really trying to not overthink this but dammit - had she really been wrong?
Did Rio not want this?
Did Rio not want her?
And maybe Agatha was right because Rio is pulling back, head off her chin and she lets out a loud exhale. Agatha really tries to not acknowledge it, but her stomach flips at Rio stopping.
And pulling away.
And not wanting her.
Because she wanted Rio.
She wanted her since the night at the bar.
And the universe hated her.
It put her and Rio in a room with one bed.
And she tried to suppress it. Her want for Rio.
But then she finally gives in - despite the possible consequences of sleeping with her best friend’s sister - and Rio doesn’t want her back.
She feels her eyes squeeze shut, quick and harsh. She doesn’t want to see Rio rejecting her.
She really can’t take that.
But then -
Warm fingers grip her chin. Firm. Not forceful.
“Agatha, look at me.”
She can’t.
She won’t.
She feels soft pressure on her chin and she lets her head tilt forward, but her eyes stay closed. Her lips press into a straight line as she tries to take deep breaths through her nose.
“Agatha, please.”
Rio sounds desperate.
So - she lets her eyes flutter open. Brown eyes are staring back accompanied with a small smile.
“I just need to make sure that you’re okay with this, Agatha.”
Like she hadn’t just jumped her. In bed. The one they’re sharing.
Like she hadn’t initiated all of this.
But Rio isn’t rejecting her.
She’s not angry.
And Agatha had been wrong - again.
Because Rio was checking to make sure she was okay with this. When Agatha had been the one to initiate it.
And dammit - Rio cares.
She couldn’t trust her voice right now, it wouldn’t be convincing - but she needed Rio to know she wanted this - needed her.
She reaches down, not breaking eye contact, and grabs at Rio’s hand near her side, guiding both of their hands down her stomach to the waistband of her shorts. She shifts her hips a little as she slides both hands underneath, guiding her fingers to swipe at her center. The moment Rio makes contact, slipping through her, Agatha’s hips buck and she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from making a sound.
Rio on the other hand moans - honest to God moans - as her fingers slip through her folds, and then she’s falling forward, face pressed into Agatha’s neck.
Agatha tangles a hand in Rio’s hair, letting her hips roll as she felt fingers tracing teasingly along her skin.
Rio’s touch was too light.
Fuck Agatha wants more. No, she needs more.
Rio must be able to read her mind because she nods roughly against Agatha’s neck, then suddenly, her hand is was gone. This time Agatha does whine at the loss of contact, but it’s cut short when Rio pulls back and sucks her own fingers into her mouth.
And fuck - her tongue was wrapping around her fingers like a goddamn performance, like she wanted Agatha to watch. Heat pools deep in her stomach. She’s going to combust.
Agatha tightens her grip in Rio’s hair and yanks her forward. Rio’s fingers left her mouth with a sinful ‘pop’ and finally, their lips are reconnecting. Agatha tasted herself on Rio’s lips, barely there but distinct from the wine she tasted earlier.
Rio’s hand slides up Agatha’s arm, slipping beneath the strap of her tank top, easing it off her shoulder. Her lips leave Agatha’s, dragging a path over her cheek, down her jaw, settling at her neck. Agatha feels Rio’s tongue press just beneath her ear and her hips buck against her on their own accord.
She feels Rio mumble something against her neck, and the vibrations send a shiver through her body. But she can’t decipher it.
With the hand still gripping at Rio’s hair, she tugs, pulling Rio off her neck. “What was that?”
Rio’s looking down at Agatha through hooded eyes, “I said, I want to taste you. Will you let me taste you?”
And yes - yes she can.
Agatha swallows but still can’t trust her voice, so she nods eagerly up at Rio, hoping it’s enough.
Of course it isn’t.
“Tell me,” Rio murmurs, gaze dark and intent. “Tell me you want it. I want to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to taste you.”
If Agatha hadn’t been soaking already, she sure as hell was now.
Fuck - she could listen to Rio talk to her like this forever.
She knows Rio’s not moving until she says something. And Agatha needs this on record - because normally, normally - Agatha doesn’t beg.
She’d rather get herself off than beg for it.
But right now?
Right now, she’s desperate. So fucking desperate she can feel herself dripping.
So she asks for it.
No - she begs.
“Please.” Her voice comes out breathless, raw. “I want it, Rio.” She cups Rio’s cheek, “I need you to make me come in your mouth. Please.”
And truly, that’s all Agatha’s going to give her.
Luckily, it’s enough for Rio.
Rio groans, like she needed to hear it. That Agatha wants her.
Her head dips back down to Agatha’s neck and she feels fingers trail down her stomach, stopping at the hem of her tank top. Then the fingers are hooking underneath the fabric of her tank top and tugging.
Agatha gets the hint immediately, sitting up just enough to help Rio pull the shirt off.
Rio’s lips trail further down, her tongue swiping over Agatha’s nipple and fuck - Agatha’s back arches into the touch, a moan slipping from her lips before she could stop it.
She feels Rio smirk against her skin, but she doesn’t linger. Instead, she keeps moving downward, shifting further down the bed.
When Rio settles between Agatha’s legs, they spread immediately and Rio’s smirking up at her - again.
Her lips ghost over Agatha’s stomach, trailing slow, teasing kisses down to the waistband of her sleep shorts. Agatha bucks up in search of friction, but Rio grips her hips firmly, stilling her.
She feels fingertips dip beneath the elastic and her shorts were sliding down her legs.
Rio tosses them somewhere behind her without looking, her gaze locked onto Agatha’s center.
Because Agatha doesn’t wear underwear to bed.
If she wasn’t so turned on, she’d almost feel shy at the attention.
But she doesn’t get the opportunity to overthink it, because Rio settles back down between her thighs, lifting Agatha’s right leg over her shoulder and pressing her hand on her left leg, spreading her even further.
She watches Rio lean further down and finally, her tongue makes contact.
Agatha’s moan was obscene, but she was too far gone to care.
She stares at the tongue flicking at her, but it wasn’t enough - the pressure was too light, like Rio wanted to drag it out of her. Tease her.
She can’t keep her hips from rolling, seeking more. Immediately Rio pulls her head back, and all contact is lost.
Rio’s smirking up at her as if this is entertainment, as if Agatha isn’t about to implode.
Agatha groans but she stills her hips.
She’s rewarded instantly.
Rio dips down again, pressing the flat of her tongue against her, the pressure finally enough.
Agatha’s eyes slam shut.
Her hands find home in the sheets beneath her, gripping to try to steady herself from grinding into Rio’s mouth.
Agatha lets out sounds she knows she hasn’t made before when Rio’s tongue starts exploring. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. She’s pretty sure Rio knows she’s torturing her.
Finally, Rio’s tongue starts to swirl and Agatha opens her eyes to watch Rio’s head start to bob as well, matching her movements.
Rio’s eyes snap open to meet Agatha’s as she slows her movements and Agatha is about to grab her hair because anymore teasing is going to make her snap.
Then Rio’s tongue is dipping inside of her. .
Her head falls back on the pillow and she loses herself in the feeling of Rio’s tongue thrusting in and out of her. She doesn’t even bother trying to hide her moans because each time she makes a sound, Rio is pressing harder, faster.
Rio’s hand slides up Agatha’s body, fingers pinching at her nipple and Agatha can’t be still anymore. One hand goes to Rio’s head, tangling in her hair, following Rio’s movements but not pressing. Her other hand is restless, it moves around her side, around the bed, gripping the sheets then fingers flexing.
She feels Rio’s hand on her hip slide forward and downwards and then two fingers are circling Agatha’s clit.
“Oh fuck, baby, that’s going to make me come,” she gasps.
She feels Rio moan against her, and the fingers on her clit move faster. Rio must really like to hear Agatha.
She gives her more.
“Fuck, baby your tongue feels so good.” Her voice was ragged, breathless. “I’ve been thinking about you all week. I need to come, baby. Please, let me come in your mouth.”
That does it.
Rio doubles her efforts, and she feels the coil in her stomach tighten. She feels Rio’s touch everywhere, her senses overwhelmed.
Then Rio starts to move her head side to side, and her tongue hits a spot inside her that makes her back arch off the bed and yank at Rio’s hair.
“Fuck, do that again.”
Rio does. Over and over again.
Agatha’s moans come in quick succession, louder with each twist of Rio’s tongue. Through hooded eyes, she manages to look down at Rio and when brown meets blue she’s thrown over the edge.
Agatha gasps, falling back into the pillow and her hips buck into Rio’s mouth uncontrollably. Rio’s hand stays on her clit, continuing her movements but she keeps her tongue still, deep inside her. Agatha can feel herself clenching on the tongue inside her, and she’s overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure coursing through her.
“Holy shit,” she gasps out, her body starting to twist. Rio’s hand leaves her chest and goes down to her hip, holding Agatha still while she coaxes out the remainder of her orgasm.
She doesn’t stop until Agatha uses the hand wrapped in her hair to pull her back. Rio’s fingers still, pulling away, the grip on her hips slowly starts to lighten.
Agatha throws a hand over her eyes, sucking in slow and deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down.
Of course Rio is that good in bed.
She feels Rio shifting below her and then lips are trailing up, stopping just before Agatha’s throat and then she’s pulling away. Agatha’s almost afraid to see the smirk she knows that’s plastered on her face. Almost.
Because Rio’s smirk is not going to deter her from returning the favor.
So she removes her hand and blinks open her eyes, Rio doesn’t have a smirk on her lips. Just a small smile.
Her arms are bracketing either side of Agatha’s head, and she’s hovering just far enough that Agatha would have to lean up to kiss her. She feels the weight of Rio’s body just slightly on her lower half, like Rio is holding herself up.
“Didn’t you say you weren’t going to be engaging with me?” Rio asked, her tone light and teasing but still, just a small smile resting on her lips. No smirk to be seen.
Agatha rolls her eyes, but she lets herself smile, her breath finally starting to slow. She reaches up and grabs at Rio’s arm, rubbing up and down in small circles.
She will be returning the favor.
As soon as her heart isn’t trying to burst out of her chest.
Rio didn’t seem to mind just staying there for a moment, and Agatha watches her eyes move, like Rio was tracing her face with them.
They snap back to Agatha’s and then - yep - there it is - Rio’s smirk makes its way to her cheeks.
Agatha is still trying to calm down but that damn smirk means Rio’s about to do something.
Agatha was right.
Rio leans down and sucks a nipple in her mouth, hard enough that Agatha can’t stop the low moan that slips free. She arches up into Rio’s touch, and the hand that was rubbing Rio’s arm is now a death grip, her nails digging into Rio’s skin.
They could leave marks at how hard she’s grabbing. Agatha doesn’t care.
Just as Rio’s tongue starts flicking back and forth, Agatha tangles fingers in Rio’s hair and pulls her off and then up so they’re face to face.
Of course that damn smirk is still there.
“What, you can’t hang with little old me?” Rio teases, her voice light and smug.
Any other time, Agatha would have seen it coming. Her own words thrown back at her. But in her defense, she just had some of the best sex - if not the best sex of her entire life - and the woman was still on top of her. So maybe it’s taking a bit for Agatha to process. Or think. Sue her.
Instead of a sharp retort, or flipping Rio over and having her way with her, Agatha chooses a different tactic.
She loosens her grip in Rio’s hair, trailing her hand down to cup Rio’s cheek. The smirk on Rio’s face begins to fade, her expression shifting as Agatha pulls her down into a deep, slow kiss. She drags it out, savoring it, letting Rio pull back only when she needs air. Their eyes meet, and Agatha finally speaks—because Rio really liked it ten minutes ago.
“No, baby,” she murmurs, her lips just barely brushing Rio’s. She watches as brown eyes darken, caught in hers. The hand that was gripping Rio’s arm moves, trailing down her side, stopping at the curve of her ass—just resting.
Rio’s face softens even more.
Agatha strikes.
Her fingers curl into Rio’s sleep shorts, gripping the fabric as she tugs Rio’s body fully against hers. Her other hand slides from Rio’s cheek to her throat, wrapping around it—not enough to restrict, just enough to apply pressure.
Rio lets out a surprised groan.
Agatha doesn’t give her time to react before continuing, voice dropping lower.
“You just made me come so hard in your mouth, baby. I need to feel you come on my fingers. Can I make you come? Please?”
She worries her bottom lip between her teeth, watching as Rio’s mouth falls open slightly.
Agatha knows she hit her mark.
She tilts her head up, closing the small distance between them, just about to claim Rio’s lips when—
Knock knock.
Rio either doesn’t hear it or chooses to ignore it, pressing forward against Agatha’s hand on her throat, closing the gap.
Agatha isn’t stopping either. She bites at Rio’s lip, tightening her grip just slightly. She hears Rio moan—but more than that, she feels it beneath her fingers. She wants to hear it again. Feel it again—
Knock knock.
Agatha pulls back with a growl, glaring toward the door.
Whoever is on the other side better have a damn good reason.
Like someone died.
Even then, Agatha isn’t convinced that would be a good enough reason to interrupt this.
Rio’s eyes are still closed, her head heavy in Agatha’s grip.
“Agatha? Rio? Are you guys awake?”
That voice sobers Agatha immediately.