Touch me
“You're beggin' me to make a move
I'm beggin' for a sip of juice”
It was never supposed to be like this, it wasn’t ever supposed to take this turn.
Agatha Harkness could not fall in love with anyone right now, not ever. Love wasn’t supposed to come now, or any other time. But Rio had to come around, now.
Attention seeker, attention giver, Rio.
It was so strange how her hands burned magnetically in wanting to touch the other woman. It was odd because it was all so fast. The date was fast, the kiss was fast, the attraction, the longing… Whatever in the hell was happening to her right now shouldn’t be happening and it needed to stop.
At least that was what she told herself before kissing Rio in a -not so- empty hospital room.
“Agatha??” Wanda tried to get her friend’s attention
“I-” Agatha brought her hands to her face, trying to think of something to say
“Were you?”
“Was I what?”
“Going to have sex inside a file office?” she started to whisper scream “better yet, inside a fucking hospital?”
“No!” She joined the whispery screams “I don’t… I don’t know what I was doing”
“Are you two dating dating?”
“What?” Agatha furrows her brows in confusion, but beneath it all, she’s angry at herself for surrendering to Rio so easily.
“Are you finally seeing someone, Agatha?”
“No, this is… it’s casual”
“you don’t talk to a fling the way you two were talking to each other”
“eavesdropping much?”
“don’t change the subject” Agatha looked around avoiding Wanda’s eyes. “Casual or not, be careful, if you get caught fooling around like horny teenagers, she is not the one getting fired…”
“I know, I know…”
Wanda decided not to push her friend, knowing really well she’ll come to her senses when she’s ready to face the situation.
“Alright, let’s go back to work now?” Agatha only nods and they part ways.
Meanwhile, Rio’s check up becomes more of a gossip session.
“Spit it out” Dr. Torres said when she saw Rio entering the room
“Sorry?” She was genuinely confused
“Are you dating your doctor, Vidal?”
She was still standing, not knowing how to answer, she started to stutter
“I-, no-, we-, she-”
“Sit down and try to remember the english language while you’re at it”
Rio then sits and the doctor starts to examine her knee with her hands, looking for bruises or any sort of discomfort.
“Any pain here?” Rio simply shook her head, offering no verbal response. “Are you following your doctor’s instructions for at-home care?” A small nod. “Did you get with your doctor?” Still in the rhythm of mindlessly answering, Rio nodded without thinking. “VIDAL,” Torre’s voice snapped, firm and sharp
“Wait, it’s not like that, I swear”
“How is it then? Cause she cannot date a patient!”
“It’s… it’s nothing, we kissed once and I guess it got awkward when she became my doctor” Lies, Liza Minneli in the room.
“That 's it?” To be honest, Dr. Torres was waiting for some drama
“Yes, I swear”
Torres decided not to take the subject any further, seeming to believe Rio’s words.
At the end of the day, Agatha puts Nicky to bed, at 8:30, makes herself some tea and her phone starts to buzz on the coffee table.
It 's Rio calling.
“I said maybe”
“Well, you answered anyway, so it’s a yes”
“What do you want?”
“I wanna see you… kiss you”
“Vidal…”
“Come on, it’s early still, I’ll leave early, I promise”
“you’re that confident in yourself?” both of them were smirking on both ends of the line.
“I’ve never heard any complaints…”
“Maybe I should be the first then”
“You have to try it first” Agatha didn’t respond, she was contemplating the option of letting Rio come over, so Rio continued “So… Can I come over?”
The older woman took a few seconds to weigh her worries. Her kid was home, but he was sleeping, and he slept like a rock. At this hour, on a Monday, no one was likely to drop by. Still, Wanda was loud enough to make her own guilt palpable.
Yes, Agatha knew this wasn’t exactly right. But no matter how much she tried to reason with herself, she couldn’t ignore the pull—an undeniable attraction to Rio that left her powerless to resist.
“Yes, but you remember, this is-”
“Casual, I know. I’m on my way”
Once Rio hung up the phone, she started to freak out a little bit. Because she needed to be very careful of her son at home but also because she wanted to look good, and smell good for Rio. What in the actual fuck was going on with her? Everything is so confusing, nothing is easy.
She decided to take a quick shower, picked her most expensive lotion and then grabbed her best body spray—Victoria’s Secret Pomegranate & Lotus. It was just right for the occasion—not overpowering, but alluring enough. Perfume felt like a waste at home. She applied a little concealer and light mascara–just enough to enhance her confidence while keeping it casual. Casual. Her new favorite word, it seems. To complete the look, she slipped into a floral robe, tying it loosely over simple black lace underwear.
As if no time had passed, Rio’s arrival was announced by the doorbell. Agatha realized she’d forgotten to ask her to text instead, but thank God Nicky was a deep sleeper. She padded downstairs and opened the door.
~
Rio stood there, leaning on a single cane this time. In her free hand, she held a small bouquet of azaleas. Agatha paused, caught in the sight of her. She looked effortlessly stunning, as if beauty was second nature. A short black skirt—very short—paired with a black blouse and jacket. Sneakers on. A knee brace peeking out.
“You’re gonna let me in or you prefer to stare at me all night? I wouldn’t mind it, but it is kinda cold outside.” Rio was smiling and holding herself on the cane so she wouldn’t put any weight on her bad knee. Agatha moved so she could enter the house.
“Why are you wearing a knee cap?”
“Dr. Torres told me to wear it today because I told her I was going to be out and she was just worried I would ruin her work”
“Last time I checked, I was your doctor”
“Jealous?” Rio raised both her eyebrows and smirked.
“I will deal with it tomorrow morning.”
“Did not answer me…”
“Would you like anything to drink?”
“water is fine. And I, um, brought you this” Rio raised the flowers on her hand and gave them to Agatha, who took with hesitance. Just when she was about to say something, the basketball player continued. “don’t even try to say the word casual right now. This is just a gift, I like to treat my women right”
“women huh? how many are there?” Agatha raised an eyebrow before turning on her heel, making her way toward the kitchen. Without a word, Rio followed, her steps slower, more deliberate, the soft tap of her cane echoing through the quiet house.
“Second jealous strike” a tut of the tongue and a deep breath from the younger woman “you are one strange casual partner”
“Here’s your water” avoiding subjects was her expertise. Rio drank the water, looking deep on those blue eyes, not flinching for a second. “Anything else?”
“I would like a kiss now”
Without hesitating, Agatha closed the distance between them, giving Rio her warmest kiss, before hunger took over. In seconds, the kiss deepened. Agatha’s hands found Rio’s waist, while Rio tangled her fingers in Agatha’s hair, tugging just enough to make her groan into the kiss.
“Bedroom” Agatha murmured. Voice filled with need.
They should have waited. But patience was a virtue neither of them possessed when it came to each other. They kissed their way down the hallway, touched their way into the bedroom, and by the time the door swung shut behind them, Agatha had Rio pressed up against it, lips hot against her throat.
“God, you smell good,” Rio said, tilting her head back to give Agatha more room
“I taste even better,” Agatha rasped against her pulse, letting her teeth graze over the delicate skin. The moan that spilled from Rio’s lips was sinful, a sound that sent heat pooling between Agatha’s thighs. But before she could act on it, Rio flipped the script, hands firm as she spun Agatha against the door instead. Her lips crashed back onto Agatha’s, all dominance, all hunger.
Rio barely had time to gasp before she was flat on her back, sprawled across the bed. Agatha sat back on her lap, taking off her robe, the silk slipped from her shoulders like water, leaving her in nothing but sheer, lace lingerie.
Rio’s breath hitched. “My god, you’re so fucking gorgeous, Agatha” Agatha couldn’t even respond, she just leaned down and kissed Rio again.
Agatha leaned down, pressing her body against Rio’s, the heat between them unbearable. She kissed her slow and deep before sliding her hands under Rio’s shirt, nails dragging over her skin.
“You’re wearing too much,” Agatha murmured against her lips, voice thick with desire.
“Then fix it.”
A wicked smile curled on Agatha’s lips before she yanked Rio’s shirt over her head and unclasped her bra in one smooth motion. The moment Rio was bare to her, Agatha’s hands found her breasts, thumbs rolling over her already stiffened nipples.
Rio moaned, arching into her touch. “Fuck—”
“That feels good” whispers Rio, “Agatha, please”
When Agatha’s lips finally wrapped around one nipple, sucking just enough to make Rio’s hips jerk beneath her, a strangled moan escaped. Agatha’s free hand found the other breast.
“Agatha—”
“Hmm?” Agatha hummed against her skin before dragging her lips lower. The sound of Rio’s breathing, rapid and uneven, was intoxicating. She kissed down her stomach, tongue teasing the edge of Rio’s skirt before glancing up through heavy-lidded eyes. Agatha pushed Rio’s skirt up, eyes darkening at the sight of the ruined lace beneath. “Jesus, you’re soaked.” She leaned in, placing a single teasing kiss on the inside of Rio’s thigh, then bit down just enough to make her gasp.
“Agatha, please—”
“Use your words, baby” Her fingers danced along the edge of Rio’s panties, but she didn’t move them aside. Not yet.
Rio’s head fell back against the pillows. “I need your mouth. Fuck—”
That was all Agatha needed.
She hooked her fingers under the soaked fabric, dragging it down Rio’s legs before spreading her thighs open. This sight should be one of the world’s 7 wonders.
Slick, swollen, so ready for her.
Pressing a lingering kiss to Rio’s inner thigh before finally, finally giving her what she begged for. The first long, slow lick had Rio’s entire body tensing.
“Oh my—fuck.”
Agatha moaned against her, dragging her tongue through every inch of Rio’s dripping heat before latching onto her clit and sucking just hard enough to make her back arch off the bed.
“Holy—oh, god—”
“As much as I love listening to you,” Agatha paused only to slide her tongue lower, teasing her entrance, “I’m gonna need you to keep those pretty sounds in.”
Rio barely managed a nod, biting her lip, but then—
“Good girl.”
The words wrecked her. A choked whimper escaped, and Agatha just chuckled, pleased at how easily Rio gave in. She held her hips down and went back to work, tongue pressing deep. The taste of her, the heat of her—it was addicting.
Rio was shaking now, her hands buried in Agatha’s hair, gripping tight as she rode the pleasure that built impossibly fast. “I—god, I’m gonna—”
Agatha slid two fingers inside her with no resistance, curling them just right. The way Rio nearly screamed would have been obscene if Agatha hadn’t been so damn proud of it.
“That’s it, baby,” Agatha purred against her clit, pumping her fingers deeper, faster. “Come for me.”
Rio shattered.
Agatha fucked her through it, slowing her movements, coaxing her back down with gentle kisses up her stomach, her ribs, her lips.
Rio was still trembling, chest rising and falling, eyes shut.
“You okay?” Agatha asked softly, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.
Rio swallowed, then smirked, eyes dark with something dangerous.
“I need to taste you, Agatha. Right fucking now.”
Agatha raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You think you’re ready for that?”
“I’m starving.”
“How do you want me?”
“Do you always ask?”
“I like to hear the answer”
“Sit on my face, so I don’t have to ruin my knee for you, my doctor would be very pissed on my next session”
“Oh shut up”
“Come make me” Oh boy, and she did. She sat on Rio’s face and fucked her face so hard, the baskball player could swear her soul left her body for a second.
That was the first hour of their whole night. One more accidental sleepover.
Rio woke up feeling sore in all the best ways. A reminder of the night before. Agatha’s slow, steady breath ghosted against the back of her neck, and the warmth of her arm around Rio’s waist.
She knew damn well Agatha would freak out the moment she realized they’d had another accidental sleepover. It was better to slip out before that happened.
Carefully, Rio eased herself out from under Agatha’s arm, moving as quietly as she could. She sat up, reaching for her clothes on the floor, using her cane to drag them closer. Her socks were nowhere to be found, but she didn’t have time to look for them—she just laced up her sneakers, stood, and made her way downstairs.
Should have walked straight out the door.
But thirst got the best of her.
One quick glass of water. That was all she needed.
Big mistake.
She had just taken a sip, phone in hand, mid-way through calling an Uber when—
“Who are you?” Talk about jumpscare. That made Rio choke on the water.
Oh, if it isn’t the little boy she donated blood to in order to make her crush happy.
“Oh, hi! I’m Rio” She tried to sound as sweet as possible, so the kid wouldn’t start screaming for his mom
“What are you doing here? Where 's my mommy?” rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“She’s upstairs sleeping, I came over because…” come one, Vidal, think fast
“I am her patient, and I hurt myself, but her clinic is not open yet, so I came here”
“My mom is going to save you?”
“She sure is” and just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, Agatha wakes up.
“Nicky?” Rio could hear the steps approaching and she couldn’t really do much, she wouldn’t just leave the kid and she couldn’t exactly run.
“Mommy, your patient is here” He yelled from the kitchen
“What are you talking about, sweetheart—”
If a death stare could kill, Rio would be six feet under by now.
“Nicky, why don’t you go change into your uniform? I will make you breakfast, okay?”
“Kay, mom. Bye, Rio” He waved her goodbye, she waved back and then took a deep breath.
“Why are you still here?” Agatha’s voice was barely a whisper, sharp and pointed.
Rio hesitated, her eyes darting between Agatha and the floor, trying to make sense of the situation. “We... fell asleep. I tried to leave, but then he saw me” Her face twisted in confusion, as if trying to piece it all together.
“You need to go.” Agatha’s tone was firm, but there was something else—guilt?
“But I told your kid I was here for help. And, by the way, why didn’t you tell me about him?”
Agatha’s expression darkened, her gaze narrowing. “I don’t go around telling strangers about my son.”
Rio’s heart sank. The words stung more than she expected, and she couldn’t hide the hurt in her face.
“I’m a stranger to you?”
“That’s not what I meant, Rio—”
But Rio was already pulling away, her voice quieter now. “It’s fine. I’ll go.” She moved toward the door, but just as she started to walk, Agatha was there, grabbing her arm to stop her. The other hand slid to her waist, keeping her steady, grounding her in place.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” Agatha’s voice softened, her tone shifting to something warmer. She met Rio’s gaze, her eyes kind and apologetic. “Will I see you this afternoon for your session?”
Rio mumbled, her voice laced with reluctance. “It’s not like I have a choice.”
Agatha paused for a moment, then made a bold move. Her hands gently cupped Rio’s face, tilting her head just slightly, and before Rio could protest, Agatha pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips.
“I’ll see you then,” Agatha whispered, her voice hushed and tender. She kissed her again, just a brief, sweet connection.
At 1PM sharp, Rio arrived at Agatha's clinic, avoiding the other entrances of the hospital building so she wouldn’t accidentally run into Lilia or Natasha. She has not been answering her calls. She was also so ready to make Agatha want to kiss her during the session. She chose black leggings shorts and a black sports bra. Her hair is in a ponytail.
Jokes on her, Agatha looked incredible. She wanted to kiss her. Wearing tight jeans, light green button down shirt, short heels and her hair was down, wavy and rebellious. She was staring a little too hard.
“Miss Vidal?—Miss Vidal!” an irritating little voice called out.
“Yeah?” Rio turned to face the source—William.
“Before we go in, you might want to stop drooling,” he teased with a smirk.
She scoffed, crossing her arms. “You’re getting a little too comfortable, kid.”
“I’m not a kid!”
“Teen!” she shot back in a mocking tone
“William, could you bring Vidal in, please?”
With the help of William, Rio sat up on the examination bed.
“How are you feeling?” Agatha asked in her doctor voice.
“Good, you?” eyes hopeful she could start the flirting
“Stop that!” she pointed a warning finger at Rio. “I’m asking about your knee. Any sort of pain? Did you go easy on it?”
“You know I tried…”
“Vidal, please, cooperate.”
“You’re no fun” she fake pouted. “Alright. It was a little sore a couple of hours ago, but I put some ice on it, and I stretched my legs before coming in here.”
“Good. You should take it easy on them, okay?” Rio look at her with wide eyes and raised eyebrows “Stop making commentaries with your face, Rio” she whispered
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it”
“Well, try, please”
“You look beautiful, by the way.”
Agatha blushed. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself for someone who got no sleep”
Rio answered first with a tut of the tongue and then said “It was for a good cause”
“What was?” Of course Teen had to make his comeback at the most inconvenient time to help Agatha take Rio to the bar to exercise
“Nothing” both of them answered with a deadpan face.
While William was positioning Rio on the parallel bar, and grabbing the tools they would need, Agatha started conversation again.
“So, Rio, after our exercise, I will need you to come to my office so I can run your next schedule with you.“
“Ok”
Everything went smoothly for the next forty minutes of the session. When it ended, Rio followed Agatha to her office.
“William, you can take a little break now. Our next patient will be here at five.”
“Alright, thank you, Dr. Harkness. I’ll be back in a few.”
“No need to rush, teen!” Rio called out as the door shut behind him.
The moment they were alone, Rio perched on the edge of the desk, a playful smirk on her lips. “So, what exactly are you going to change about my routine now?” she asked, feigning innocence.
Agatha didn’t answer—not with words. Instead, she closed the space between them, capturing Rio’s lips in a kiss. Of course, Rio didn’t fight it.
“Is this part of my treatment now?” she murmured between kisses. “Not complaining.”
“It is if you don’t stop looking so damn good in your sessions,” Agatha muttered, deepening the kiss, fingers sliding into Rio’s hair, tugging her closer.
Rio let out a breathy chuckle. “I’m getting flashbacks…”
“Shut up,” Agatha hissed, lips tracing a path down Rio’s neck, tongue flicking against her pulse.
“Agatha—”
“I got you,” she whispered, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Rio’s shorts. “You’re soaked.”
“I’ve been wet since I walked in.”
“Fuck—” Agatha traced slow circles around her clit, savoring the way Rio shuddered against her. “I don’t think you ever dried up from yesterday.”
“Agatha, please, fuck me.”
Agatha was addicted to the way Rio unraveled beneath her. Two fingers, then three, curling just right—
“Ag—FUCK—”
“Tone it down, baby,” she murmured against Rio’s ear, biting her earlobe.
“Too good—too much—”
“Want me to stop?”
“Fuck no!”
Rio glanced at their tangled limbs, grinned up at Agatha. “I guess this is how we hold hands.”
Agatha rolled her eyes, “Shut up.”
“Kiss me.”
And so she did.
-
That was just one of many encounters that week.
In the back of Rio’s car, Agatha straddled her lap, Rio fucking her with slow, teeth teasing sensitive skin.
In Agatha’s basement, where she could savor every sound, every desperate plea, uninterrupted.
In Agatha’s clinic, again—but this time, with Rio sitting on the chair, eating her out, fingers digging into Agatha’s thighs.
All casual, of course. It wasn’t like they were addicted to each other or anything. Just a perfectly normal inability to keep their hands to themselves.
To keep things light, Agatha insisted on no calls, only texts. But on a Friday night, Rio broke the rule.
“Hey, sorry to call, but I’m leaving a meeting and Lilia reminded me about her dinner tomorrow. Are you going?”
A pause. “Yeah. It’s with some of the hospital staff, so she said I had to. Apparently, she has a big announcement.”
“Alright…”
Silence stretched between them.
“What are you wearing?” Rio finally asked.
Agatha smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Yes.”
“Not telling you, Vidal.”
“Stop being mean, Harkness.”
A sly hum. “Well… let’s just say it won’t be pants.”
Rio exhaled sharply. “Good enough for my imagination, thank you.”
“You called just to ask me that?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm… Goodnight, then. See you tomorrow.”
“See you.”