The Morning After
The sunlight slowly bled through the curtains and scattered across the floor, causing a groan to emanate from the bed. Agatha pulled the covers above her head, whining at the intrusion from outside. Her head pounded, her body ached and the embarrassment that was suppressed by the alcohol from last night was slowly spreading.
“Oh no,” she groaned into the sheets. Ebony plodded over and put her paw on her shoulder in a gesture of sympathy, but it only worsened the fear that she did something truly regrettable. If she could remember, that is.
The lack of her wife’s presence suddenly became apparent and she tried to rack her brain. She slowly sat up and scanned the room, expecting her to be changing, or in the bathroom.
Nothing.
A sense of dread was beginning to fester until she heard a massive clang from downstairs. She rolled her eyes lightly and collapsed back onto the pillow. She giggled into the air, imagining the whisper of swear words and the clumsy mistakes being made in their kitchen. Rio was talented at many things, but cooking was just not one of them. Potion, she could make any from any ingredients you give her, but she couldn't make an omelette even with Agatha telling every step. So the excitement of what platter could be brought up flowed over any anxiety that had formed.
After what seemed like forever, she heard careful footsteps ascend the stairs. She gently hefted herself up against the headrest of the bed and placed her hands in her lap expectantly. She saw the door handle glow green and the old mahogany door slowly swing open.
Rio started to tiptoe until she saw Agatha up and awake. Then her face morphed into an apologetic look, “I'm sorry did I wake you?”
“Not at all my love,” Agatha said calmly. Both knew not to raise their voices any louder so as to not make Agatha’s head pound. Agatha eyed the tray in Rio’s hands carefully and smirked mischievously at her wife, “What have you got there, my dove?”
Rio seemed to snap out of a slight trance, taking in Agatha’s messy but very sexy appearance. Her hair was slightly frizzy around her head and her tired eyes glimmered with love. The younger witch slowly made her way over and sat at her side, placing the tray in between.
Agatha was genuinely shocked: the eggs were well cooked, the pancakes were golden, the toast was dark like she liked it, and the hashbrowns were crisp. This was the best Rio had ever cooked, which made her slightly suspicious. “Did you kidnap Gordan Ramsey?”
Rio chuckled, “You’ll never know,” she whispered, bopping Agaths’s nose, making it scrunch up in a way Rio found adorable. She received an eyebrow raise, “Well he isn't here, I can assure you,” Agatha relaxed, “Not anymore anyway.”
Agatha shoved her and pulled the tray towards both of them, “You should be glad I'm starving,” she muttered whilst taking a spoonful of scrambled eggs and popping it in her mouth. Honestly, not the worst scrambled eggs ever, and for Rio’s cooking that's as if she compared it to Le Fouquet’s.
“I'm not surprised you're hungry after how much you drank yesterday,” Rio murmured, also taking a fork and grabbing a whole pancake. As she chewed, she was pleasantly surprised: halfway through making it she got lost in thoughts of seeing Agatha’s beautiful form fast asleep as soon as she woke up, causing her to forget how much flour she had already put in. Clearly, she guessed right. Sweet blessings.
Agatha groaned and covered her face with her free hand, “Oh don't remind me. My head is killing me.” Rio reached over and stroked her forehead, letting some green magical tendrils seep into her skull. The relief that the witch saw dance across Agatha’s face was immeasurable. Agatha moaned in contentment, sitting fully back and smiling hazily. “Thank you so much, my love,” she murmured, grasping the side of Rio’s face and pulling her in for a long and passionate kiss.
They finished, what Agatha could only describe as, a surprisingly delicious meal. Almost immediately, Rio threw the plates and tray off of the bed, vanishing it away just before it hit the wall, and set the juice and tea she made on their bed stands. She swung her legs over Agatha and stranded her waist.
“You promised me yesterday a treat for taking care of you. I'm here to collect it,” Rio said seductively. From the look on Agatha’s face, she couldn't remember a thing, but when she felt Rio’s hands drift over her lower half, she started to get an idea.
Rio smirked as Agatha smiled, “And what if I don't want to?”
Rio very quickly stopped smirking, “Wait what?”
Agatha pouted her lips and lifted her chin, “Well I was very drunk, and we've just eaten. What if I don't want to? Are you going to make me?”
“No… no I wouldn't- sorry I assumed-” Rio stuttered. Disappointment filled every part of her until she saw a slight twitch of the lips from the violet witch. “Oh you bitch!” she screamed, pushing Agatha’s body back down against the pillow, sending the older witch into a fit of cackles.
“Well, if you're so desperate to have your way with me, guess I shouldn't stop you,” Agatha drawled, grabbing the back of Rio’s neck and pulling her in.
“I am. Because how could I ever look at you and not want to strip you naked and fuc-”
“How about you actually start doing it? I'm starting to get restless here honey,” Agatha whispered seductively into her ear.
Rio smirked and started kissing and sucking Agatha’s neck, eliciting moans from her lover. Truly the best sound she’s ever heard. Her hand trailed downwards and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, acknowledging that this definitely was the right decision. Agatha reciprocated and soon they were naked in bed, taking in each other's forms.
“You look absolutely delicious, my aconite,” Rio murmured, lost in the trance that was her wife sprawled out on their king-sized bed.
Agatha grinned, “And what are you going to do about it, my ivy?”
“Oh, I'll show you,” Rio said, trailing kisses down her torso towards the area they both desired.
It had been a long night. But it would be an even longer morning.