She fucking loved treats
Rio sat in the overstuffed chair, arms crossed over the hideous sweater that she wore, a bright green monstrosity that had garland sown all over the front and bells attached so that every time she moved the tinkling of the silver bells chimed out, the sound grating her already fragile nerves. There was no way she would survive the night dressed like this. She loved Agatha, with her entire little black heart but after so many centuries of bullshit, this is where she drew the line. She looked fucking nidicolous.
She could hear Teen and Agatha in the kitchen, puttering around, putting the last touches on the house for the Christmas party Agatha and Teen had talked, more like bullied, her into agreeing to host. They did, after all, have the biggest house of all the coven members so far and could hold everyone coming. Sharon and Lilia’s house wouldn’t be done for another eight or nine months, but the progress was impressive to see.
It was nice to have more time to spend with the coven, her coven. This group of people that were important to Agatha and without her even realizing it, her too. Ever since appointing a few ‘Reapers’ who she trusted, she was able to devote more time to her family and building a life with Agatha. She pouted, still grumpy about the damn sweater but she supposed she could keep it on for a little while during the party.
The door to the kitchen swung open, Agatha and Jen walking in through the living room, trays of food steaming on their way to the dinning room, Agatha laughing at something Jen must have said. Her pout deepened.
“I don’t see how you got Death to wear an ugly Christmas sweater,” Jen giggled in the other room.
“Me either, but I tell you what, I can’t wait to rip it off her later!” Agatha cackled loudly, Rio’s core clenching at the thought.
“Okay okay, simmer down now ya horny bitch” Jen laughed, the pair walking back in on their way to the kitchen, Agatha pausing to plop down on Rio’s lap.
She nuzzled her nose against her tan neck, her teeth nibbling on her earlobe.
“My good girl most certainly deserves a treat for being so good and wearing her sweater to the party, hmmm?”
Rio’s deep, chocolate eyes widened, her breath hitching, head nodding quickly.
“You're such a good girl,” she purred, kissing her deeply, before standing and walking away as if nothing happened.
Rio watched her walk away and adjusted her sweater. She’d wear the motherfucker till the end of time if it meant getting a treat from Agatha. She fucking loved when she got treats.