Chapter 29
Three months later.
It was undeniable. Rio was high.
Agatha had bought them the good stuff. Rio would never call herself a stoner, but it usually took her more than two tokes for cannabis to have an effect on her. Well, apparently not with whatever the fuck was in this stuff.
She watched with heavy eyes as her wife lit up the zoot again with her lighter. They were in their rooftop garden, sprawled out on their three-seat garden swing chair. Agatha’s feet were in Rio’s lap whilst Rio let her right leg hang off the chair to rock them.
Agatha inhaled deeply before she breathed out, letting the smoke seep from her mouth and nose. She leaned back and smiled lazily at nothing. Rio smiled too. She was content to die like this, high out of her mind, staring at her beautiful wife.
Agatha lifted the blunt to her lips again, inhaling and sitting up before crawling on top of Rio. She laughed as Agatha parted her lips by tugging her bottom one with her thumb. Agatha’s lips ghosted over Rio’s as she blew smoke into her mouth. She’d given up halfway through, instead collapsing on Rio and pressing their lips together in a lazy kiss.
Rio laughed once more when their lips broke apart and smoke spun in the space between them. She brought a hand to brush through the hair on Agatha’s scalp. Her wife settled further into her, wrapping her arms around her stomach and burying her head on her chest.
“Why…?” As usual, whenever Rio got high, she’d forgotten whatever she was going to say the moment she thought it. “Why…?”
“Whyy…?” Agatha mumbled into her chest.
“Just…give me a minute.”
Agatha giggled, readjusting her head to settle further into Rio.
“Why…?”
Jesus what the fuck was I going to…
I was going to…
I was…?
“Erm…”
Agatha giggled again, a slow and breathless sound that, if Rio was thinking straight, she would’ve committed to memory.
“Mouse got your tongue?” Agatha teased, closing her eyes.
“Apparently,” Rio sighed.
They fell into a comfortable near silence, the sounds of the city humming below, Abracadabra, by Lady Gaga playing on low volume through their speakers, a song queued by Agatha. Rio ran her fingers through her wife’s hair. Until she realised…
“Baby…that’s not…that’s not the saying.”
Agatha’s eyes fluttered open. “What? Is it not cat’s got your tongue?”
“That’s not what you said,” Rio laughed.
She propped herself up, so her hands lay across Rio’s chest as she rested her chin on them. “That’s exactly what I said.”
“No,” Rio was laughing even harder now. “You said mouse.”
“Did not!”
“You did!” Rio was full-on cackling now. “You did and you know it.”
“I’m not arguing about this.”
“Because you know I’m right?”
“No,” Agatha scowled.
Rio laughed again. “So stubborn.”
“Not,” Agatha shot back.
“Oh, yeah? So we didn’t get shot at because you broke into the wrong safe?”
They’d had a mission in the Hamptons. CEO’s of weapon distributor Fletcher Industries, Mr and Mrs Fletcher, were holding their annual summer soiree. Their job was to secure a hard drive hidden in the back safe in their basement. They’d come across a safe in the basement as soon as they entered it, and Agatha was convinced it was the right one.
It was not.
They waisted valuable minutes breaking into the wrong fucking safe and security had caught and shot at them. It ended well…well, if you consider six casualties and the wives fleeing the party covered in blood. The dress code was white, so two women running out of a basement covered in red didn’t go unnoticed.
Luckily for the wives, the guns went off the same time the firework display was on, so no one noticed the gunshots.
Rio spent the journey home teasing Agatha about how stubborn she was and if she’d just allowed Rio to tell her it was the wrong safe, then none of that would’ve happened. Her wife, to no surprise, held her head up high and said she regretted nothing, even as she drove with her hands decorated with dried blood.
Agatha made Rio pay for her teasing later on in the bedroom.
“Let that go. I regret nothing. I was trusting my instincts,” Agatha replied.
Rio rolled her eyes playfully. “I’m never listening to you again.”
Agatha raised an eyebrow. They both knew that was bullshit. Agatha could ask Rio to rip out her own kidney, and Rio would do it willingly.
Now that terrified Rio, just like when she realised, she’d easily put Agatha before her job. She never realised how all-consuming love could be. Well, not in this sense anyway, it wasn’t like how she felt about her Abuela. They were blood, family. You do anything for family.
Agatha wasn’t blood, and yet she might as well be; in fact, Rio was sure this woman had the other half of her soul. And what would you do for the other half of your soul? Any and everything. Fight, die, kill. There wasn’t a thing on earth that would stop her from protecting Agatha.
Sometimes Rio thought she was a mad woman (more so than usual) …like, was this normal? They’d known each other six fucking months. Shouldn’t you only feel this way two or three years down the line? Eh, it basically was two to three years down the line; this was lesbianism after all.
“Turn this shit up!” Rio exclaimed when Breathe, by Blu Cantrell ft Sean Paul, came on.
She pushed Agatha off of her. The other woman yelped as Rio ran to the speaker to turn up the song.
“And now we dance…what are you doing on the floor?”
Agatha narrowed her eyes. “Are you for real? You shoved me down here.”
“Did I?” Rio feigned obliviousness as she went to help her wife.
Agatha shoved her off and got up on her own.
Rio laughed. “Sorry, love.”
“Fuck off.”
“Are you hurt? Want me to kiss it better?” She reached to place a hand on Agatha’s waist.
Her wife tried to push her away again, but Rio caught her wrist and pulled her into her before crashing their lips together.
When Agatha pulled back, she still had a scowl on her face.
“Better?” Rio asked, pushing Agatha’s hair out of her eyes.
“No.”
“What will help?”
When Agatha looked at her, she had the look in her eyes.
Rio smiled. “You want control, baby?”
Agatha looked at her like she was stupid. “No, of course you do. Come on then.” She tugged them inside the house towards their bedroom…not that they made it there before Agatha pounced.
Her wife shoved her against their corridor wall, their lips colliding. Rio did nothing; she let Agatha force her tongue in, lick at her teeth, bite down on her bottom lip, drawing blood.
“Desperate, are we?” Rio breathed as she panted. Her wife would make her pay for that.
A smirk that Rio could only describe as sinister painted her wife’s lips. “I’m going to ruin you.”
Rio smiled as she licked the blood from her lips. “Can’t wait.”
Agatha yanked her shorts down before crashing their lips together again.
Rio didn’t know how they got into the bedroom, and to be honest, she didn’t care. Agatha practically threw her on the bed before climbing on top of her, pinning her arms down. But Rio couldn’t make this easy…no, she knew what she wanted, and to get it, she had to…
She hooked her leg around Agatha’s waist and used the momentum to roll them over, so now she was on top of Agatha. She pinned her arms down, and Agatha narrowed her eyes.
“You wanna play that game?”
Rio scrunched her face in confusion. “What game?” She asked innocently as if she didn’t know exactly what she was doing.
“Hm,” was all Agatha said before lifting her knee and pressing it between Rio’s legs.
She shuddered immediately, loosening her grip on Agatha’s wrists. Her wife didn’t hesitate, getting up and slamming her body into Rio’s, so she fell backwards onto the bed. She hit her head hard against the mattress and she damn well saw stars.
A lazy smile slid across her lips. The next thing Rio registered was the sound of clothes being ripped. She looked down and her wife had quiet literally ripped her underwear off her body.
“Hey,” Rio whined. “I liked those.” She actually didn’t care, but she had to be difficult for Agatha to fuck her like she wanted her to.
“Well,” Agatha said as she pushed three fingers in without warning. Rio’s body arched off the bed. “Good thing I can buy you as many as you need.”
And she would have to, this was the fifth pair of Rio’s underwear she’d destroyed this week…it was Tuesday.
Rio gasped as Agatha ran her fingers knuckles deep. She was surprised her wife didn’t make her wait to be touched.
But of course, Rio spoke too soon. Agatha pulled her fingers out, and she couldn’t help the whine that left her lips.
“No. Put them back,” Rio demanded.
“Brat,” Agatha told her. “What do I always tell you?” Agatha asked patronisingly.
Rio glared at her. She would still be difficult because she obviously had a death wish and a bratty reputation to live up to.
“I don’t know.”
If a look could kill her, Rio was pretty sure the look Agatha was giving her right now would.
Her wife cupped her harshly, and Rio’s body jerked up again.
“Fuck,” Rio whimpered.
“You like my fingers in you, don’t you?” Agatha spoke again in the same tone.
Rio nodded frantically.
“I know you do. So, tell me what I want to hear, and you’ll get to keep them there.”
Rio blamed her next answer on the fact that she was high, and because she was high, so could afford to risk her life.
“No.”
Agatha removed her hand. “Okay.”
Agatha got up and left.
Left Rio sprawled out on the bed, half naked and soaking, because Rio couldn’t help herself. She lay like that for a minute, five minutes, ten. Yeah, her wife wasn’t coming back. The elevator had sounded as soon as Agatha left, and it hadn’t made a noise again.
Rio got up and went to it. She didn’t bother redressing, there was no point wasting another pair of underwear. She was getting what she wanted.
She went to the ground floor, searched the kitchen, the living room (jesus, they needed blinds; half of Manhattan had probably seen her naked by now), went into the dining room, nothing.
When she got to the basement, she heard a film playing because of course her wife had gone to watch a fucking film as if she weren’t going to rip Rio a part twenty minutes prior.
Rio walked in, and Agatha didn’t even acknowledge her; her eyes stayed glued to the screen as she watched whatever film she was watching.
“I’m sorry,” Rio said, blocking her wife’s view.
Agatha ignored her, craning her neck so she could see to the side of Rio. She stepped into her wife’s eye line again.
“I’m sorry,” Rio repeated. Agatha repeated her movements, moving to see the screen.
In all honesty, Rio should’ve known better. She knew what she had to do.
She got on her knees and looked up at Agatha as if she were a god, which, in Rio’s eyes, she literally was.
“I’ll do as you say,” Rio said.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” Agatha replied, her eyes never leaving the screen.
“I’ll use my words.”
“And?”
“I want you to take control. I want you to do whatever you want with me.”
Agatha's lips curled. “Now beg.”
Rio scoffed. Nothing was funny she knew Agatha would do this. She wanted to anyway.
Agatha locked on to her for the first time since she left their bedroom, her eyes dark. All amusement on Rio’s face vanished.
“Please, baby. Do whatever you want to me. Please, it’s all I want.”
“Good. I want you to say that whilst I fuck you. Take off your shirt.”
Rio complied without hesitation.
“Lie down.”
Rio did.
Agatha got off her chair and climbed on top of Rio. “You’re not going to be able to think straight once I’m done with you.”
And it was a promise.
Agatha kissed her softly then, and Rio knew that was the last bit of gentleness she’d feel for a while.
When Agatha’s lips were on hers again, they were harsh. Her tongue licked at her teeth; she bit down on her lower lip, reopening the previous cut. Agatha’s hands slid up Rio’s body until they rested on her breasts, and then her wife squeezed, hard. Agatha pinched her nipples, and Rio let out a choked gasp.
This was exactly what she needed.
“Why can’t I hear you?” Agatha mumbled on her lips.
Now, Rio wouldn’t say it was because her lips had been preoccupied with Agatha’s on them, she would just…
“That feels so good. You always make me feel so good. Please, keep going.”
It came as no surprise to Rio that her wife had a praise kink after the way she reacted to Rio telling her she was good at picking out fruit.
Agatha turned her attention to Rio’s neck, kissing and sucking and bruising her skin. She grazed her teeth against Rio’s neck as she continued to pinch her nipples.
Rio would never say she was easy…but she could come right now. Sometimes, even looking at Agatha would make her want to. It didn’t help that she was high, either.
Agatha slid down her body, kissing and biting on the way until her mouth was lined up with Rio’s breasts. Then she dipped down and took the left one in her mouth.
Rio could’ve sworn she levitated.
“So…good…baby,” Rio panted. “Please,” she didn’t know what she was saying anymore. Just letting whatever tumble out of her mouth.
Agatha circled her nipple with her tongue before biting, and Rio screamed. She was going to come, yeah, that was it she was done.
“Don’t you dare,” Agatha told her. She’d clearly felt the signs of Rio about to fall over the edge. “You won’t until I tell you to.”
Rio nodded. Agatha stopped her movement, and Rio forced out a:
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Agatha turned her attention to the other breast.
Rio clenched her stomach to keep the orgasm at bay. She could feel her body heating, felt sweat oozing out of her skin. She wouldn’t be surprised if she passed out.
Agatha continued littering her body with kisses and hickeys as well as trailing her nails along Rio’s skin. At every bruise, every kiss, every scratch, Rio’s body twitched. Her hips lifting, her body shuddering, her core dripping.
Oh, she was not coming out of this alive.
“Please,” Rio got out desperately. She knew it was futile. She wouldn’t get what she wanted until Agatha was ready to give it to her; her actions early made sure of that. But she had to try. “Please, baby. I can’t…I can’t.”
“You can and you will,” Agatha told her before shoving three fingers in knuckles deep.
Rio’s body lifted off the floor, and with a firm hand to her stomach, Agatha pushed her back down. The pace she started with was fast and punishing.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.”
Rio couldn’t think, but she knew Agatha wanted a response, and if she didn’t supply her with one, the fingers inside of her would pull out.
“It’s…you…for-” she cut herself off when Agatha’s thumb pressed against her clit. “You,” Rio got out in a strangled moan.
“Duh,” Agatha replied.
If Rio was in the right state of mind, she probably would’ve hit her, but because she wasn’t…
“Please. I can’t.” Tears began to prick her eyes.
Agatha ignored her, her three fingers returning to their devious pace.
Rio didn’t know how long had passed, how long she’d been clenching her body to fight off her orgasm until Agatha said:
“Come for me, love.”
It was all she needed. She let her body relax, and the orgasm ripped through her, a strangled moan tearing out of her throat. Her body shuddered from the release, and she felt a rush of wetness leak from her core.
Agatha’s fingers didn’t stop, of course, and the next thing Rio felt was her tongue. Yeah, Rio wasn’t surviving this.
“I can-”
“Should’ve thought about that earlier,” Agatha mumbled against her centre.
Agatha’s tongue circled her entrance, and Rio’s body stuttered to life again as if it hadn’t just found its release.
Agatha lapped at her core, and in moments, Rio was gone again. Her orgasm pulling her body taut, and another cry of pleasure leaving her lips.
Agatha fucked her three more times before she stopped.
“You okay, baby?” Agatha asked as she pulled Rio into her arms.
“Never better,” Rio replied dazed as her wife’s fingers ran through her hair.
“What do you need? Water? A shower?”
“Yes,” was all Rio said.
“Okay.”
They didn’t move for another twenty minutes. Agatha simply held her, stroking her hair and pressing soft kisses to her forehead.
***
Rio blinked awake. After her wife had washed her down in the shower, Rio fell asleep in Agatha’s arms, although Agatha was no longer there. The sun was gone so Rio figured she’d probably slept for a good six hours.
“Ri?”
Rio turned towards the door and there Alice stood. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating. Was she still high, or was Alice really there? She squeezed her eyes shut, reopened them, and there Alice was.
“Al…what’s wrong?” She’d noticed Alice’s mascara smudged underneath her eyes. Her best friend was not a crier, so whatever this was, it was bad.
“Al?” She opened her arms, and Alice ran into them.
She squeezed Alice tightly and didn’t let go until Alice pulled away.
“Me and Jen had a fight.”
Rio patted the bed next to her and waited for Alice to get settled before asking:
“Want to talk about it?”
“I told her I loved her; she didn’t say it back.”
Rio blinked. They hadn’t said it yet? She and Alice had this conversation almost four months ago, and she knew Jen felt the same way, Agatha had told her. She didn’t say this, though.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. I know it’s probably hard for her to say that shit, you know the rich and their emotionally unavailable parents.”
Rio scoffed because she did, her own wife popping into her mind.
“And I get she has a lot of shit,” Alice continued. “But so, do I. I didn’t pull the dead Mom card, but you think she would think about that, right? She said I ambushed her with it. I don’t think I did…I mean, now I’m not sure, but we were lying in bed and I just told her, and she got mad.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Al. You just told her how you feel.” She rubbed soothingly along her best friend's arm.
“I should’ve waited,” Alice mumbled.
“No,” Rio said firmly. “This isn’t your fault. I told you, there is no right time. She could’ve reacted this way whenever you told her. You weren’t to know.”
Alice nodded. “Can I stay here tonight? I don’t think I can go home.”
“Of course,” Rio told her. “We can order takeout and do whatever you want.”
Alice looked up at her then, her eyes had been glued to the bed throughout the duration of their conversation. “Can we go to a bar and get really fucked up?”
Now, Rio shouldn’t do this because there was still weed in her system, and the last time, she mixed weed and alcohol, she whited and threw her guts up for an hour straight.
But Alice needed her.
“Yeah,” she grinned. “Let’s get fucked up.”