Bite 'till my lip bleeds whenever you kiss me
Rio was fully aware that Agatha had caught her staring, in fact they were making an impressive amount of eye contact, yet neither of them looked away - or even blinked. She searched Agatha’s eyes for any hint of discomfort or disgust - two things she was used to seeing in people’s faces when she went too far or said something wrong - but she couldn’t find any. Instead she found a hint of curiosity and something else, something warm, that made Rio want to bury her face in Agatha’s hair and never see the light of day again.
In some sort of uncontrollable desire to be closer to her, Rio found herself planting her forearms on the countertop and placing all her weight on them, pushing herself forwards ever so slightly - just a little closer to Agatha.
She felt some foreign part of her heart buzz with heat as Agatha moved so that her pelvis pressed against the other side of the counter, her hands resting oh so close to Rio’s elbows. The fact that the older girl didn’t move away made her head spin: Rio was so used to people telling her she came off too strong that someone moving closer rather than away made her feel so wanted that she didn’t really know what to do with herself.
A feral part of her longed to launch herself over the counter, pin Agatha against the till and kiss her, hard, but the tiny, quiet voice of sensible Rio managed to scream just loud enough that she remembered they were, in fact, in public and Agatha was supposed to be working.
As if on cue, Rio heard the girl behind her in the queue clear her throat.
‘Excuse me?’ She said, clearly having learnt from the mistakes of the man Agatha had kicked out as her tone was light and soft, holding a hint of poorly masked anxiety.
Ignoring her, Agatha kept her eyes on Rio.
‘Come around the counter, the wooden bit at the end lifts up,’ she said, her fingertips just grazing the sides of Rio’s forearms. ‘I’ll make you a coffee. For free.’
Rio felt a grin break out across her face and she rocked back on the balls of her feet, dragging her arms off the countertop slowly to savour the feeling of Agatha’s fingers on her skin, before basically fucking skipping to the end of the bar. She needed to get a grip.
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A few minutes later, Rio was sat happily on a wooden stool behind the bar, a warm mug of coffee in hand and a muffin (lemon and poppyseed this time) on a plate next to her.
Agatha was still working, but had told Rio her shift would end in half an hour, which Rio responded to by sitting her ass down and saying she would wait. This turned out to be the right response and was what earned her the muffin as well as the small smiles and exaggerated eyerolls at dumb customers that Agatha kept throwing her way.
Rio was pretty sure she was reacting to each glance in a similar manner to the way a puppy reacts to attention from its favorite owner - blushing and grinning and swinging her legs - but she couldn’t really bring herself to care, not when every time Agatha used the coffee machine she positioned herself so that her hip pressed against Rio’s thigh and every time she retrieved a pastry from the display she leaned back so that her ass was pushing against Rio’s knees.
Yeah, to every passing customer Rio probably looked like Agatha’s pet, and she did not give a fuck.
After half an hour of watching Agatha work, a tall, bald woman walked into the café, behind the bar and all but shoved Agatha out of the way, exuding a type of self assured confidence that made her look like she was walking some sort of fashion runway as she effortlessly interacted with the teenage boy next in line.
Seeming completely unfazed, Agatha grabbed a jacket that had been hidden away in a cubby under the bar and gestured for Rio to follow her out of the café into the street. As soon as the cool spring air wrapped around them Agatha pulled her jacket on and grabbed Rio ’s hand (sending electric shocks up her entire arm and doing something strangely pleasant to her stomach) leading the way up the street, around the corner and down a dead-end alleyway.
Had Rio gained any self-preservation skills in her almost 18 years of life, she probably would have been absolutely terrified by now, but she hadn’t, and all she was thinking was how perfect they would look making out against the brick walls - Agatha’s lighter jeans contrasting Rio’s darker ones as they slotted together.
So when Agatha pushed her until her back was pressed against the cold brick and moved her hand from around Rio’s wrist to grip almost possessively at her waist, it took her a second to realise that it was actually happening, not her imagination being especially vivid.
Her back hadn’t hit the wall particularly hard, but with Agatha’s piercing eyes locked onto Rio’s own and the tips of their noses touching, Rio felt as breathless as she would have been had Agatha used her full strength to shove her harshly against the brick.
Almost on instinct, one of Rio's hands curled around the back of Agatha’s head and the other grabbed at the older girl's hip, desperately trying to steady herself. She opened her mouth, searching for something to say, but her brain blanked on anything other than fuck, she’s so fucking hot.
‘I can’t believe you came to my work,’ Agatha said, the hand that didn’t have a deathgrip on her waist tangling in Rio’s hair, her thumb brushing softly against her cheekbone, ‘and so quickly too.’
Rio couldn’t get her brain to formulate a response, not with Agatha’s pelvis pressed against hers and her hand on her waist and her face so close and her hair in between Rio’s fingers.
God, her hair.
It was fucking perfect.
‘And then you just sat there, looking fucking gorgeous with your doe eyes and pretty little smile, waiting for me.’ Agatha continued, the hand on Rio’s waist slipping beneath her vest top and resting on the curve of her torso, squeezing harder, the older girl’s nails digging into her back lightly.
Rio could feel the little self-respect she had left leave her body: Agatha could not compliment her like that and then not kiss her - it wasn't fair.
‘Agatha,’ Rio murmured, watching as the other girl's eyes, which had been darting up and down her face, once again found Rio’s and held her gaze, ‘please.’
‘Please what?’ Agatha asked, her perfect lips curling into a perfect smirk, her eyes dragging deliberately down to Rio’s lips and then back up.
Fuck.
Rio didn’t even have the brain function to feel pathetic as she held Agatha’s gaze and begged.
‘Please kiss me, Agatha, please.’
And Agatha did.
It was soft at first, a confusing contrast to the death grip Agatha had on her waist and hair, and Rio, while exhilarated to have Agatha’s lips against hers, was having none of it. She pulled the other girl harder against her, so that there was not even a millimeter of space between their bodies, and caught Agatha’s bottom lip between her teeth, biting a little harder than necessary - a silent plea for more.
Agatha responded immediately, the kiss becoming hungry and sharp and everything Rio wanted.
God, I’m so fucked, Rio thought, the hand in Agatha’s hair curling into a fist and causing her nails to graze the other girl’s scalp, she’s never getting rid of me. Ever.
Rio had kissed people, of course she had, but never had she felt a kiss everywhere in her body like this, never had she felt so completely consumed by another person like this. She was one hundred percent sure that there could be a line of ghosts doing the conga next to her and she wouldn’t notice, not with Agatha pressed up against her.
She had no idea how long they stood like that, making out messily in the alleyway; hands grabbing at skin and hair alike, legs slotted together like they were meant to be, but eventually Agatha pulled away, resting her forehead against Rio’s.
‘I need to eat something.’ She murmured and Rio’s brain short circuited.
She didn’t mean -
‘Do you want to get lunch?’
Fucking hell.
‘Yeah, yeah, I could eat.’ Rio said, her voice low and raspy, her words stuttered as her brain tried desperately to catch up.
Agatha lent her torso back slightly, her hips still pressed into Rio’s, and moved both her hands so that she was cupping the younger girl’s face softly. It was only then that Rio could see the effect their make out session had had on her; Agatha’s face was flushed - her cheeks a perfect shade of pink - her lips were red and swollen and her hair showed clear signs of Rio’s explorative hands. She could only imagine the state of her own face and hair.
‘You look so beautiful.’ Agatha whispered and Rio felt her eyes return to Agatha’s of their own accord. Not that she was mad about it, not when Agatha was looking at her like that. Rio couldn’t identify a single one of the emotions in Agatha’s eyes but she knew they were good. They had to be, because Rio felt like the only person on the planet in that moment, with those eyes looking at her.
‘You’re fucking ethereal.’ Rio breathed out, moving the hand that wasn’t on Agatha’s waist up to her face, softly brushing a few stray locks of hair behind her ear.
Agatha just stared at her, blue eyes open wide, lips parted slightly and Rio worried for a second that she may have said something wrong, something too much.
Too much.
The words echoed around her head and, even unspoken, the mere potential of them made Rio’s chest feel tight. She didn’t want to fuck up whatever she had with Agatha before it even began, but she found her mask, lacking as it was anyway, disappeared completely around the other girl, leaving her flailing wildly, unable to hide the mannerisms and thoughts that she usually would.
The familiar feeling of anxiety curled in her gut as Agatha continued to stare at her, and, even though the barista’s expression clearly wasn’t one of disgust, or even anything explicitly negative, Rio’s brain was already twisting it to become one.
The anxiety was clawing its way painfully up her chest when Agatha finally stopped staring at her, instead her eyes dropped to Rio’s lips and, as relief flooded the younger girl’s body, she brought Rio’s face to hers and kissed her again, and again, and again.
By the time they made it out of the alleyway they were both breathless and starving, their lips matching shades of kiss-bruised red and their hands seemingly glued together as Agatha led the way down the street, confidence radiating off her in a way that made Rio feel untouchable just being near her.
Despite having no clue where Agatha was taking her, Rio felt completely at ease just following her. Judging by the purposefulness of her step, Agatha had a place in mind and Rio had happily fallen back into the role of her pet; one hand in hers and the other curling around the barista’s bicep as she felt a pathetic clinginess take over her entire body.
She felt like she might actually die if she wasn’t touching as much of Agatha as she reasonably could be and, given the way the older girl pulled Rio into her side as they walked, she would guess that she didn’t mind.