Fourteen
Agatha woke up warm.
Which was unusual, considering she was alone in bed far more often than she wasn’t.
It took her a second to remember why. To place the weight draped over her waist, the slow, steady rise and fall of the body behind her, the faint tickle of breath against her shoulder.
Rio.
Her eyes stayed closed as she exhaled, pressing her face deeper into the pillow. She hadn’t been held like this in a long time. Hadn’t woken up with someone still wrapped around her, clinging to the heat of the night before.
It felt—
Nice.
She swallowed against the thought, forcing herself to stay still. The last thing she wanted to do was wake Rio up. Not when she could steal a little more time like this. Not when she could let herself sink into it for just a moment longer.
God, the sex had been good.
Better than she’d had in—fuck, longer than she wanted to admit.
Better than Wanda.
And it wasn’t just the sex.
It was the way Rio had looked at her, touched her. The way she had wanted to touch her.
It had been effortless.
And fuck—she wanted it again.
Sure, she had been tipsy last night. But nowhere near drunk. She knew what she was doing when she leaned over and kissed Rio first. She’s pretty sure Rio wasn’t drunk either, because she stopped and made sure Agatha was okay with this, that she consented.
Her body ached in a way that had nothing to do with discomfort and everything to do with the fact that she had finally let herself indulge in something that felt good. No hesitations, no second-guessing, just—good.
She almost smirked at herself.
And then her gaze drifted toward the dresser.
That damn room key was still sitting right where she had left it, untouched.
She could picture Jen’s face, the way she had leaned against the doorframe, so smug when she offered it, like she was doing Agatha some huge favor. Like she was saving them from this.
Agatha had known, the second Jen mentioned it, that she wasn’t going to take it.
But seeing it there now, unused, felt like something else entirely.
Agatha wasn’t sure what that feeling was yet.
She flexed her fingers against the sheets, resisting the urge to roll onto her back and stare at the ceiling. Instead, she carefully turned her head, slow and deliberate, just enough to see Rio’s face.
She was still asleep.
Relaxed.
The usual sharpness in her expression softened in the early morning light, mouth parted slightly, hair a mess against the pillow.
Agatha watched her for a second longer than she probably should have.
Then she turned away, exhaling quietly.
Don’t think about it.
She wasn’t going to think about how little time they actually had before Rio left.
She wasn’t going to think about how fucking easy this had been, falling into bed with Rio. And that she was leaving after the wedding.
Instead, she let her mind drift to what came next.
Because they weren’t just here for this. This wasn’t some secret, stolen weekend in the middle of nowhere. There were plans. An itinerary.
The spa.
Right.
And that meant Alice.
And Jen.
And—
Fuck.
She had just slept with Jen’s sister.
And then Rio shifted behind her, pulling her from her thoughts.
And she had no idea how this next part was going to go.
For so long, she thought Rio didn’t care about anything. That she floated through life unattached, unconcerned, too cool to be affected by anything or anyone.
But that wasn’t true. Agatha had seen it firsthand. The way Rio cared—deeply—about certain things, certain people.
Agatha can’t help but wonder if last night fell into one of those categories.
She can’t help but spiral. It’s in her nature.
Because what if this never happens again?
God, she hopes not.
She needed to do that again forever, if she could.
But what if Rio doesn’t want that?
No alcohol in their systems, no late-night haze to justify it. What if she just… moved on? Brushed it off?
Didn’t care?
Would she go tell Jen?
No. No, Rio wouldn’t do that.
But still, Agatha’s stomach twisted as she braced herself, because Rio was waking up. And she’s not sure what she’s about to say.
Then—
“Morning.”
Soft. Sleepy.
Agatha blinked.
That was not what she expected.
And then Rio’s arm tightened around her, just slightly, like she had no plans of letting go.
Agatha swallowed, about to say something—anything—but before she could, Rio’s voice came again, still rough with sleep.
“Did you mean it?”
Agatha tensed.
Her brain immediately scrambled, running through everything she could’ve possibly meant last night.
Had she said something?
Had she been too open?
Had she—
She had no idea what Rio was talking about.
So she hesitated. “What?”
“That I made you come really hard last night?”
Agatha’s face burned.
Like she wasn’t currently naked in bed.
Like Rio wasn’t still holding her.
Like they hadn’t already done everything there was to do.
Her breath caught in her throat.
And for once, she had no idea what to say.
Agatha nodded.
She didn’t trust her voice.
Why couldn’t she speak?
But then Rio’s lips brushed against her shoulder, soft and teasing, and suddenly, not speaking wasn’t that big of a deal.
Especially not when Rio started kissing down her back, slow and deliberate, like she had all the time in the world.
Especially not when Rio pushed at her hip, urging her to roll onto her stomach, and Agatha did.
Her brain was melting, her thoughts slipping through her fingers, unraveling with every press of Rio’s lips against her skin.
And then—
Her brain caught up.
They were at the spa resort.
With an itinerary.
And a schedule.
With Alice. And Jen.
And Agatha, who normally had everything under control, had absolutely no idea where they were supposed to be today. She hadn’t even bothered to check the schedule.
At Jen’s spa retreat - for her wedding.
Agatha reached behind her, fingers tangling in Rio’s hair, tugging just enough to stop her.
Rio pulled away immediately, dark eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Did you want me to stop?” she asked, voice still rough with sleep, with something else.
And finally—finally—Agatha spoke.
“No,” she said, voice embarrassingly breathless. “God, no.”
Rio smirked.
Agatha swallowed, trying to pull herself together. “We just—we have something to do, don’t we? With Alice? And Jen?”
That smirk faltered.
And Agatha suddenly hated that she brought it up.
Because as much as that smirk typically meant trouble from Rio, she hated to be the reason it fell from her face.
Rio glanced over at the clock and Agatha looked too - the red numbers flashing 5:27 AM at both of them. She huffed out a quiet laugh. “Pretty sure nothing is scheduled at a spa resort before eight,” she murmured, voice teasing. Then, tilting her head, she added, “So do you want me to continue? Or I can go shower, and we can get ready.”
Agatha lost her voice again.
So she nodded.
Rio’s smirk returned as she shifted, dipping her head down, starting at Agatha’s ankle and kissing her way up, slow and lazy, like she had all the time in the world.
By the time she reached Agatha’s shoulder, Agatha could feel her smirk against her skin.
Thank God, the smirk was already back.
“I think I’m gonna need to hear you say it, Agatha.”
And Agatha lost her voice again.
Couldn’t find the words, couldn’t even think of them, because Rio’s hands were everywhere now—gliding over her sides, her chest, mapping her skin like she was something worth memorizing.
Then Rio pressed closer, her body flush against Agatha’s, warm and solid and so much all at once, and Agatha was pretty sure she was going to combust if Rio didn’t do something right now.
But Rio just kept teasing, fingertips skimming but never really touching, mouth hovering but never quite landing, and then—
Then she laughed. Soft. Hushed.
Right against Agatha’s ear.
As if she wasn’t torturing her.
“Agathaaaaaaa,” Rio drawled, voice low and raspy against her ear, sending a violent shiver down her spine. And then she felt Rio’s hand curving up the inside of her thigh and teeth, harsh and quick on her ear. “What happened to that dirty fucking mouth of yours, sweetheart?”
Agatha broke.
The teasing, the touching, the biting—it was too much. She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Rio,” she gasped, voice wrecked, raw with want. “Please—”
And then—
Rio pulled away.
Completely.
Agatha felt the loss instantly, cold air rushing in where Rio’s body had just been. She barely had time to process it before she turned and watched Rio slide out of bed, stretching her arms above her head like she hadn’t just ruined Agatha’s life.
What the fuck?
“Do you trust me?” Rio asked Agatha, her eyes not leaving Agatha’s.
Rio’s voice is too damn calm and Agatha freezes.
Because of course she trusts Rio.
Was Rio not there last night? When her tongue was literally inside her?
Why the fuck did she just get out of bed?
Then Rio moves - slow and steady - coming around the bed up towards Agatha. She stays still, face back down in the pillows when Rio starts moving. And then she hears Rio’s footsteps stop and she looks back up and she’s looking right at -
Her mouth waters.
Agatha didn’t realize the bed was the perfect height for someone’s waist to be eye level if she’s laying down.
And Agatha wasn’t looking at Rio’s waist.
She feels the heat on her neck before her eyes even catch the full picture of Rio standing in front of her.
But Rio doesn’t give her time to process it. Instead, she feels two fingers on her chin and they’re lifting. Agatha has no choice but to look up at her.
She doesn’t even have time to think about the view Rio has with her face gripped and looming over Agatha because Rio is continuing, “I asked you a question.”
Agatha’s heart kicks in her chest. She feels herself swallow.
She felt like she had most of the control last night.
No, she knows she had most of the control last night, except when Rio had stopped and made sure Agatha was okay, Agatha held the power all night.
But right now?
Rio was taking control.
And Agatha, against her usual norm, because let’s be honest, she already slept with Rio, one more thing out of character wasn’t going to kill Agatha.
Agatha lets her - take control that is.
The thumb on her chin moves upwards and catches Agatha’s bottom lip, and before she lets herself think about anything else, “Yes.” The thumb pulls her lip down, “Of course I trust you, Rio.”
Rio smiles, not a smirk, and lets go of her chin. Agatha lets her head fall back onto the pillow.
Then Rio’s behind her, and she’s rustling through something in the room.
And truly, Agatha doesn’t know why the fuck Rio isn’t in this bed with her right now.
Because what the fuck is more important in the room right now than touching her?
Agatha hears a zipper, and oh -
Rio’s grabbing it.
The vibrator.
The one Rio found in her bag yesterday.
The one Rio hadn’t teased her about.
The same one Rio has in green.
She can’t help it, she turns and watches as Rio closes the bag, turning back towards the bed and then she’s looking at Agatha.
But Agatha’s not looking at Rio, she’s watching her fingers curl around the vibrator - her vibrator - and thanking every deity in every religion that she told Rio yes, she trusted her.
Because Rio had the same one, in green. Which meant Rio knew how it worked. There wasn’t going to be fumbling or figuring out how to hold it - Rio had the same one in green.
Rio crawled up the bed towards Agatha, and Agatha turned back over, eager for whatever Rio was going to do next.
She felt the bed dip as Rio slid right behind her again, as if she hadn’t left the bed at all. Rio’s legs brushing against the one closest to her, hand trailing up her side and her breath against the back of her shoulder again.
“Is that okay, Agatha?”
And fuck - consent is sexy and all of that. And really, Agatha should be grateful Rio is being really considerate - has been really considerate this entire trip, actually. But if Rio doesn’t touch her, she is going to flip them over, pin Rio down and get herself off while Rio watches, because she can’t take it anymore.
To get her feelings across, she reaches behind her head, searching for Rio’s hair again. When she finds Rio’s hair, she tangles her fingers in it up to her scalp and tugs. Hard.
She hears Rio gasp, and feels her fall forward flush against Agatha’s body. The hand on her side now grips her hip and she can feel blunt nails pressing into her skin. Rio’s breath is now in Agatha’s ear and she can hear it pick up in pace.
If Agatha hadn’t felt so needy for Rio to touch her, she’d let herself gloat a little at surprising Rio. But the throbbing between her legs was so intense, her thoughts were clouded with only the thought of Rio touching her. Right now.
“Yes. Now fuck me.”
She loosens the grip on Rio’s hair and as soon as she does, Rio doesn’t hesitate to dip her head down to Agatha’s neck. She feels sloppy, open mouth kisses on her skin and then the hand on her hip is moving up and under.
She feels Rio lift her up with her hand and Agatha helps, rolling her body towards Rio’s, giving her hand further access. Rio takes advantage of it right away, her hand palming at her chest.
Agatha needed more. She moves her hand from Rio’s hair, down and over Rio’s gripping at her fingers that were running over her chest and drags it over to her breast.
Luckily, Rio has some mercy in her, because she starts brushing her nipple with the tips of her fingers and finally, Agatha feels some relief. She sighs as Rio’s fingers tease, head lolling back against Rio’s shoulder, Rio’s lips still on Agatha’s neck.
She feels herself relax into Rio’s touch, body pushing further against Rio’s as if they weren’t glued to each other. Then Rio twists her fingers, pinching just a little and Agatha’s hips jolt backwards against her.
She feels Rio smirk again.
Then her lips are pulling away from her neck and her hand is pulling off of Agatha’s chest. And then she feels Rio’s body moving off of her.
Rio really needs to stop pulling away.
But before Agatha can say anything, Rio is sitting up and gripping at Agatha’s hips and twisting her.
Manhandling her.
Agatha’s okay with that.
She lets her body be moved, her arms moving up over her head as Rio gets her into whatever position she wants.
She ends up with her arms underneath the pillow below her, face in said pillow, and knees bent on the bed. She gasps at the cool air, her center now exposed to the AC of the room.
Then lips are trailing down her back again and she fights every instinct in her body to not shy away from the hair tickling down her back.
Her breath hitches in her throat when she feels hands running down her sides, stopping at the curve of her ass and then she whines - whines - when she feels Rio’s hands lift off her.
The whine cuts short, though, because Rio’s hand makes contact again, this time with a smack and Agatha falls forward, further into the pillow, groaning.
Rio doesn’t let her stay there, gripping her hips and pulling her back.
“Stay.”
And if Agatha wasn’t so turned on, dripping, desperate for Rio’s touch, she’d be sitting up. She’d twist her body towards Rio and press her against the bed.
Because she wasn’t a fucking dog.
She doesn’t take commands.
But Agatha can feel herself clenching on nothing, and Rio had grabbed the vibrator from her bag. And Rio had wanted Agatha the next day. Sober. No makeup. Morning breath.
So Agatha bit her lip instead, not letting herself respond.
She was going to be good. So Rio would touch her.
Rio seems to want to wait to make sure Agatha isn’t moving. Agatha stays still.
Finally, she feels Rio shift behind her on the bed and with Agatha’s face in the pillow, she can’t see what she’s doing but she can only assume.
She can only hope.
Then Agatha feels a hand go across her back, over her hip and down. Then fingers are teasing at her, light circles right above where Agatha really needs it.
But she stays still, gasping into the pillow anytime Rio’s fingers dip down and brush her clit.
It’s fucking torture.
She feels Rio shift on the bed, and then hair is brushing her back again at the same time fingers brush her clit. Agatha thinks she should get a fucking award for not moving.
A whispered, “Good.” Raspy, deep, intense.
Then the fingers are moving down, sliding through her folds, exploring. Agatha holds her breath as she stays still.
Rio keeps her hand there, moving backwards on the bed again, at least that’s what Agatha thinks based on the way the bed moves.
But then the hand is pulling away, and Agatha’s not sure how much longer she can stay still. This was peak torture. She knows Rio knows this too.
Still, she fights every impulse to move as suddenly all touch is gone from her body.
But then, she can tell Rio is directly behind her, based on the weight on the bed and she’s pressing a finger inside her from behind.
Agatha barely even feels it, she’s so wet.
“Fuck, Agatha. You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”
The one finger starts thrusting inside her, slow, deliberate and it’s not enough and it’s also perfect at the same time.
But Rio had asked her a question.
So she pulls her head just away enough from the pillow so Rio can hear her, trying not to move against the finger inside her so Rio doesn’t stop.
Her voice comes out raspy, like Rio’s did earlier, “It’s all for you, baby.”
Because that’s all she can give Rio without moving against the finger inside her. But Rio seems to appreciate that, just like she did last night because she can hear Rio let out a small groan and her hand starts to move faster.
Agatha drops her head back into the pillow to let out a moan and the hand moving against her stops and is pulling out. Agatha clenches at the loss.
And fuck.
She didn’t move, she responded to Rio.
She was being good.
So why did Rio stop?
Again.
But then she feels Rio moving behind her, and the sheets moving as if Rio was looking for something.
And then she hears it.
The buzzing.
Loud against the silence of the hotel room.
The sound moves behind her somewhere, she’s not sure where it is and she’s pretty sure Rio is going to try to surprise her.
Agatha braces herself for what’s coming.
It’s no use.
Rio drags the vibrator across her lower back and the moment the vibrator makes contact with her skin, her hips jut forward.
Rio gives her mercy this time, she doesn’t stop, just continues her path across, over and around her waist as Agatha collects herself.
She’s not going to move again.
She won’t.
Finally, the vibrator makes contact with her clit and Agatha moans. Loud. Deep into the pillow.
The pressure is light and she can already tell Rio has it on the lightest setting - Agatha’s very familiar with her own vibrator.
She feels Rio gather her hair on her back behind her, but she can’t focus on any other touch when Rio could be pressing harder on her or pressing the little button on the vibrator to speed it up.
But then Rio is pulling on her hair hard, and Agatha’s head has to follow at the force. It almost hurts, if Rio wasn’t making her feel so good in other places.
She doesn’t stop pulling until Agatha’s lifted off the bed, her back pressed flush against Rio’s front again and they’re kneeling on the bed. It happened so fast, Agatha’s not sure how Rio kept the vibrator in the same spot as they moved together, but she did.
She holds Agatha’s head against her shoulder as the hand on the vibrator starts to move, sliding it up and down her center. Agatha’s hips twitch at the change of pace on their own accord and she hopes Rio doesn’t notice.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Rio starts. Agatha clenches on nothing. “You’re going to stay right here, and I want to hear every little sound out of your mouth. Do you understand?”
Agatha’s nodding as she responds, “Yes.”
Agatha hears a click and the buzzing becomes more intense, Rio’s hand stilling and holding it directly against her clit. She presses her body against Rio’s, and the grip in her hair moves towards her scalp. She remembers she’s not supposed to move and stills.
She’s not sure what to do with her hands, but she needs to grab something - anything. She reaches behind her head with one hand and grips Rio’s hair in return. Rio’s breath is now directly in the shell of Agatha’s ear.
Her breaths are like pants, as if Agatha is the one fucking Rio.
“I’m going to let go of your hair, are you going to stay right here?”
And Agatha isn’t a fucking dog.
We’ve covered this already.
But Agatha is so close already, if Rio stops again, she’s pretty sure she’s going to cry.
So Agatha doesn’t strike back with a snarky comment, she doesn’t move, no- she gives Rio what she wants.
“Yes, I’ll be good. Please just let me come.” The last part comes out breathy, a hint of the desperation she feels. The buzzing bringing her closer to the edge without Rio having to do anything except hold it exactly where it was.
“Good.” She hears again.
Rio’s hand releases her hair and Agatha stays, head resting against the front of Rio’s shoulder. That same hand now slowly trails up the front of her, and Agatha has to fight a shiver as she feels goosebumps prickle at her skin.
The hand doesn’t stop where Agatha thinks it should, which would be on her chest like before.
No, it continues upwards and again, doesn't stop where Agatha thinks it should, the next best spot. Her throat.
No, it continues, brushing underneath Agatha’s jaw and then, “Open.”
Her mouth drops open automatically.
She doesn’t even realize her lips have parted. But then Rio’s soft touch quickly changes pace and two fingers are shoved roughly into her mouth.
They press down on her tongue, just enough for Agatha to feel it, and then, “Suck.”
And Agatha’s at Rio’s mercy. Completely.
So she closes her mouth around the fingers and does what Rio tells her. Rio rewards Agatha by clicking the button again, this time at its highest speed. Agatha has to stop herself from biting down on the fingers in her mouth but she can’t stop her thighs shaking at the increase in speed.
Rio either doesn’t seem to notice, or she doesn’t care that her legs are shaking - thank God - because she doesn’t stop. Instead she presses the vibrator up against Agatha just a little bit harder and then the fingers in her mouth start moving.
Slowly at first, just a little back and forth. Not pressing further or deeper, just a little out of her mouth and then back in. And while Agatha has never had fingers in her mouth and a vibrator on her clit all while on her knees, she's pretty sure this is going to be her new favorite for awhile.
She loves hearing Rio right in her ear, her having complete control over Agatha and taking it.
Then she feels Rio thrusting her hips, just a little against the back of Agatha and she realizes Rio must be loving this as much as she does. So against all instincts to not move like Rio said, Agatha opens her mouth and takes Rio’s fingers deeper.
She feels Rio’s thrusts falter for a second before picking up rhythm. Agatha almost smiles - well she would if fingers weren’t close to going down her throat. Because Rio doesn’t stop.
The tightening in her stomach grows, and Agatha is so close. She can feel it in her toes.
If Rio’s fingers weren’t in her mouth, she’d be telling Rio to not stop. But she couldn’t. And she definitely wasn’t moving - she’s not risking Rio stopping now.
Rio seems to know she’s close too, because she’s whispering in Agatha’s ear, “Are you close?”
Agatha can’t respond with the fingers in her mouth, so she nods her head, hoping it’s enough for Rio.
Thank God it is.
“I need you to come for me, Agatha. I need to feel you come with my fingers in your mouth. I want to feel your moans in my hand.” Rio whispers into her ear.
Her words throw Agatha over the edge, the orgasm hitting her like an explosion. Her eyes slam shut as her body finally lets go, hips thrusting against the vibrator in Rio’s hand. Her body tries to fall forward, but Rio is holding her up, keeping her in position. The fingers stay moving on her tongue, but her mouth falls open and she’s moaning - okay almost shouting - against them.
Through the waves of pleasure, she can hear Rio talking to her, but it's muffled as if her ears were ringing. She can feel something dripping on her chin, but she doesn’t care because Rio is keeping the vibrator exactly where Agatha needs it.
Finally, she starts understanding Rio’s words, “- you’re doing so good. Fuck, you are so perfect Agatha, coming for me like this. I love watching you, you look so good for me.”
And oh - Rio was talking her through it.
Normally, at this point, Agatha is rolling over onto the bed and trying to come down from the high of an orgasm, but Rio’s hand is still on the vibrator and the other holding her head up - fingers still in mouth. And Agatha can’t squirm away from the direct contact with the grip the other woman has on her.
She can’t typically go again, but Rio talking her through it seems to be what was missing from that puzzle because by the time the first orgasm is tapering off, the second one was building in her abdomen.
Rio catches on immediately. She pulls her fingers out of Agatha’s mouth and Agatha’s eyes peek open just long enough to see a trail of saliva following them.
Was that from her mouth?
Must have been.
Agatha’s thoughts stop though when the same fingers reach down and pinch and twist at her nipple. And the fingers were hot and wet from her mouth just a second ago.
Agatha is thrown over the edge seemingly without warning this time. With nothing muffling the sounds of her mouth, she moans loud into the room. It wasn’t as long as the first one, but damn it was just as good. The pleasure shoots all the way down to her toes and she's pretty sure she blacks out for a second.
Rio finally releases her, removing the vibrator from her center and Agatha groans at the loss of contact. Not sure if she misses the vibrator or if she’s relieved it’s off of her.
Agatha falls forward onto the bed, face directly into the pillow because holy shit.
She hears Rio behind her getting off the bed, and blindly reaches back trying to grab at her. Grab at something.
She catches one of Rio’s arms and she grips hard, stopping Rio from moving.
She stops.
“My turn.”