Chapter 31
She had barely seen Rio in three days.
It’s not like Agatha was mad about it or anything. Alice needed her because she didn’t want to go home yet, and Jen hadn’t spoken to her even though Agatha had told her to. Alice had been at theirs, and Agatha had been at Jen’s.
Her best friend was having melt down after melt down and wasn’t doing the one thing that would actually fucking help…communicating with her wife.
Agatha wouldn’t judge her, though, couldn’t. She understood. She’d told Rio about how her mother had treated her, told her about some of what her childhood was like, but she hadn’t told her about Wanda, about her relationship with her father. She knew she knew more about Rio than Rio knew about her. But like Jen said…communicating? Yeah, the emotionally unavailable rich brats that they were didn’t know how to do that
Rio was getting ready to meet Alice at a café in Brooklyn to prepare her for when she went home. Alice thought that enough was enough; she also felt bad for staying at their house for so long. Agatha genuinely didn’t mind, and Rio was more than happy to let Alice stay longer, but Alice declined their offer.
That said, because Alice had been staying at theirs, Rio had been sleeping in her room with her. Agatha hadn’t shared a bed with her wife in three days. They hadn’t fucked in three days. Agatha didn’t want to say she was losing her mind…but, yeah, she was losing her mind.
After showering, she dried herself off with her towel, pulled on deep green laced underwear, moisturised her skin, and reached for her t-shirt. She froze, her hand hovering over the item of clothing. She could put it on…or…
She stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, frowning when her wife was no longer there. She wouldn’t have left yet, not without saying goodbye. Agatha ventured into the hallway and smirked when she heard rustling down the other end in the study.
Agatha stopped at the threshold, watching her wife move pieces of paper and lift objects off the desks. Agatha knocked.
“Hey, baby, have you seen my…holy.” Rio’s jaw dropped as she gaped at her mostly naked wife.
“Have I seen your…” Agatha asked innocently, slowly entering the room with her hands clasped behind her back to reveal as much of herself as possible to her wife.
Rio blinked before she said a curt, “No. No, I don’t have time. I’m already running late because I can’t find my fucking keys.”
“Well…if you’re already running late,” Agatha said, walking further into the room. “What’s a few more minutes?”
Rio scoffed. “Because it won’t be a few more minutes, will it?”
Agatha shrugged, that faux innocence on display again. “That’s up to you.”
“Yeah, it is,” her wife replied. “So I’m saying no.”
Agatha grinned. Rio wasn’t saying no.
When she was close enough to touch her wife, she pushed at her shoulders until Rio stepped back. She tried to resist, but three steps later, Rio was dropping into the desk chair behind her.
“Are you still saying no?” Agatha asked, as her body trapped Rio’s in the chair beneath her.
She slid her hands down Rio’s neck as she lowered herself onto one of Rio’s thighs.
Rio threw her head back, breathing out a frustrated sigh. Agatha knew she was fighting for her life right now, which meant there was only one thing left to do.
She rolled her hips forward, grinding against Rio’s thigh. Rio’s head snapped forward the same time her hands flew to Agatha’s hips, gripping to encourage her wife on. Agatha smirked. It was too easy. Rio watched as Agatha continued to roll her hips, taking her time with it. Rio bit her bottom lip as breathy sounds escaped from her mouth.
Her wife watched the movements as if she were in a trance, and Agatha couldn’t help but smirk further as the pressure built.
“Wait, no,” Rio said weakly. “I don’t have time.” It was pathetic, she was already trapped.
She cautiously lifted Agatha off her thigh.
“You’re going to have to change anyway, there’s no point in stopping now,” Agatha said, looking down at the jeans she was just sitting on.
Rio furrowed her eyebrows before following her wife’s eyeline. “For fucksake,” she muttered, because Agatha had ruined her jeans.
“What’d you say, baby?” Agatha said, batting her eyelashes, “You have time now?”
“I hate you so much,” Rio replied.
And before Agatha could tell her that she didn’t, Rio surged forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Agatha laughed before Rio’s lips muffled the sound. Rio had never and would never say no to her.
Now that was power.
Her wife reached behind her and wiped the desk clear of all paper and stationery, they crashed to the floor with a clang. Rio grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the now empty desk. Agatha clung onto Rio’s neck for dear life as her wife consumed her. Rio’s tongue slid mercilessly into her mouth, Rio’s hands slid up to fist her hair, Rio’s body pressed harshly against her own.
The message was clear: Rio wanted this one. And because she was making her wife late, she’d let her have it.
She’d let Rio take control.
Rio dipped her head down to press open-mouth kisses to Agatha’s neck. She groaned at the feeling, letting her body go limp as a firm arm wrapped around her back to keep her up. Her head fell back, the action would’ve made Agatha fall with it if Rio’s arm wasn’t there.
Rio bit, sucked and kissed at her pulse point. That was definitely going to leave a mark.
“Marking me up, are we?” Agatha teased breathlessly.
“You’re making me late,” Rio mumbled against her skin. “You deserve to wear a turtle neck for a couple of days.”
Agatha laughed before the sound turned into a moan as Rio licked up her neck to her earlobe before nipping it, just how she liked it.
“Fuck,” Agatha murmured. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as Rio grabbed at one of her breasts and lifted her knee to press against Agatha’s centre.
The other hand ran down Agatha’s side, following the curve. Agatha shuddered, the action was so delicate, so purposeful that it made the hairs on her arms stand up. Oh, she was so fucked. She realised she’d let Rio do any and everything she wanted to do to her.
That was fucking scary.
She’d already lost control of her emotions when it came to Rio, and now, she was giving her body to her too? The lack of control was dizzying and yet she still wasn’t fighting back. She was willingly letting Rio dominate her.
When had Rio gotten down there? Now her wife was on her knees, spreading her legs open.
“Sneaky,” Rio taunted as she pulled down Agatha’s underwear. “You knew I wouldn’t be able to resist you wearing these.”
It was only then Agatha realised she was wearing Rio’s favourite colour. She had to admit, she hadn’t done it on purpose. Once Rio had told her what it was, Agatha had gone out and bought an absurd amount of green underwear. This was just a happy accident.
“You wouldn’t have been able to resist me anyway,” Agatha panted.
Rio’s eyes narrowed. “Hmm,” she hummed before yanking Agatha’s legs onto her shoulders and taking her.
Agatha’s back arched as Rio’s flat tongue licked up her entire core.
“Jesus,” another stroke, “Fuck,” another stroke, “Rio!”
She felt the tip of Rio’s nose in her core and knew that if her wife kept that up, she’d stop breathing, but right now, Agatha couldn’t bring herself to care. The added pressure plus Rio’s tongue had her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Rio gripped around her thighs harshly as Agatha rolled her hips forward to meet her wife’s tongue. She was so close, so, so close and then…Rio fucking stopped. She pulled back, and Agatha met brown eyes…well…black eyes. Rio’s pupils had engulfed her beautiful irises.
“You better be joking,” Agatha told her.
Rio said nothing, just looked up at her. Agatha knew how vulnerable she looked right now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips swollen, her hair a mess and sticking to her body. It was almost too much.
“Why did you stop?” Agatha shrieked.
Rio shrugged. Rio fucking shrugged as if she wasn’t seconds away from making Agatha fall over the edge.
“You thought I’d let you have what you wanted so easily?”
“You were the one who said you didn’t want to be late; you were the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me three days ago!” Agatha complained, the denied release spurring on her frustration.
“And you’re the one making me late.”
Agatha knew Rio wasn’t actually annoyed about that, but she was using it against her anyway.
“Rio, I swear to god if you don’t-”
“What?” Rio sat back, thoroughly amused.
Agatha blinked at her. Why was she being difficult today of all fucking days. They hadn’t fucked in three days! She was starved.
“Then I’ll do it myself” Agatha shot back.
A wicked smile painted Rio’s lips. “Go on then.” She sat cross-legged.
“Well, I…” Agatha started. She hadn’t fucking meant it! Ever since her wife first touched her, she knew doing it on her own would never do the trick again. But she wouldn’t let Rio know that; instead, she said. “Fine. I will.”
Agatha started moving her hand until Rio shot up and grabbed it.
She smirked. “Thought I was doing it.”
“And I thought you were smarter than that.”
Agatha scoffed. “Taking a leaf out of my book?”
“Oh, I’m taking more than that,” Rio said, her voice low, raspy.
She moved Agatha’s hand behind the desk and slowly pressed three fingers inside. Agatha’s body awoke again, her back arching on cue.
“We’re not stopping until you’re begging,” Rio told her.
A steady grin spread across Agatha’s lips. “I can take it. I’ve always been stronger than you.”
Rio’s eyes darkened as she cupped Agatha, sliding her entire palm underneath the wetness below. Agatha let out a pathetic whimper.
“We’ll see about that, sweetheart,” Rio nodded patronisingly.
She didn’t give Agatha time to breathe before she felt those three fingers again, but this time they curled, and Agatha screamed.
Agatha couldn’t breathe, let alone think straight. Her wife had fucked her…she actually didn’t know how many times. She’d wanted this, said all the right things to make sure of it. But Rio was a machine. What was she on? Five Red Bulls? A gallon of coffee? Pre-workout? Why wasn’t she tired yet?
“Baby…baby,” Agatha mumbled. “I can’t.”
She was exhausted, drenched in her own sweat and sensitive.
“You can do one more,” Rio soothed, her fingers still pumping. Her voice had lost its harsh edge two rounds ago. “You can do that for me, can’t you?”
Fuck why did she have to ask so nicely?
Agatha forced her head to nod.
“Good girl,” Rio cooed.
“You know I can’t – hm,” Agatha got out as Rio’s thumb rubbed her clit. “You know I can’t say…say no when you talk to me like that.”
Rio smiled. “That’s why I do it. Come on, love, come for me. Please.”
On command, Agatha’s body locked up, her thighs shaking around Rio’s hand as a small gasp left her lips.
“There you go,” Rio said softly.
Once the wave passed, Rio pulled her into her arms. Agatha didn’t have the energy to hold her, she just let her arms stay limp around Rio’s body. Her wife stroked her damp hair.
“You, okay?”
She barely had the energy to nod.
“You did so well for me,” Rio told her.
Agatha didn’t know how long they stayed like that until Rio muttered:
“Fuck.”
“What?” Agatha whispered, not having the energy to make her voice louder.
“I’m two hours late.”
“Oh. Tell Alice I’ll send her a present as an apology.”
Rio laughed. “You’re going to have to.”
They settled into a comfortable silence.
“I don’t want to leave…but I might have to,” Rio spoke moments later.
“It’s alright. Go,” Agatha replied.
“You sure?” Rio asked, pulling back.
“Positive.”
Rio leaned forward and planted a deep kiss on Agatha’s lips.
“I miss you already,” Rio told her as she moved away from her.
Agatha rolled her eyes playfully.
“Would you look at that,” Rio said by the door.
Agatha turned to look at her and Rio was bending down. She shook the keys dangling from her finger.
“Found my keys.”
Agatha smiled as Rio left the room.
***
She had five missed calls from Alice. Rio had tried to call her back, but the phone went straight to voicemail. She ran across Brooklyn to their café, but when she stepped inside…well, she hadn’t expected to see that.
Alice sat across from Jen, her mascara running down her face again. Rio loved Jen, but if she made her best friend cry one more time this week, she’d be prepared to kill her.
She waited for Alice to catch her eye. Her best friend mouthed that she was okay.
“You’re sure?” Rio mouthed across the café.
Alice nodded. “Text you later.”
Jen turned then and Rio narrowed her eyes at her. Jen looked genuinely terrified. Good.
She looked at Alice one more time before leaving. That conversation better be Jen apologising profusely and then buying Alice whatever she wanted otherwise there was going to be a problem.
***
Alice texted a few hours later, saying that she and Jen were good again. And that was good…for Jen because there was no telling what Rio would’ve done if she’d hurt her best friend again. One thing about Rio, she didn’t play about the people she cared about.
“The happy couple are happy again,” Agatha announced when she walked into the living room.
“Jen told you, too?”
Agatha nodded. “Thank fuck. We can all be one big family again,” she teased.
Rio smiled. “You know what we should do?”
“Invite them over and smoke?” Agatha asked, dropping into Rio’s lap.
Rio furrowed her eyebrows. “How’d you know I was going to say that?”
“I’m in your skin.”
Rio shuddered. “You’re gonna give me the heebie jeebies.”
Agatha cackled. “Yeah, let’s do it. Why do you want to smoke so much all of a sudden?”
“You’ve got the good stuff.”
“I see,” Agatha replied with a smile.
And that’s how the evening was spent. The four wives lighting up and then gorging on everything in Agatha and Rio’s pantry. They laughed at nothing and ranted about the state of the world, and for once, a mission didn’t interrupt them.