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The elevator doors slid open, and Agatha immediately scowled.
“Baby.”
A grunt of acknowledgement, and the slightest tightening of Agatha’s fingers that were currently threaded through Rio’s.
“We don’t have to go, you told me yourself it isn’t mandatory to show up here.”
“We’re going.” She grumbled, finally picking herself up and slowly walking out of the elevator out into the decorated mess hall.
“Why?” Rio said, though she laughed a little at the insistent tug Agatha made toward the bar the second she spotted it.
“Because, if I don’t come here and make face with the university investors, the assholes are less inclined to fund my fuckin’ department.”
She waved down the bartender and ordered them both an Old Fashioned, refusing to let go of Rio’s hand, even as she leaned back against the bartop to survey all the partygoers.
“So, what are we thinking?” Rio mused, glancing around at them all. “What about him? He seems… approachable.”
Agatha followed Rio’s eyeline to a younger man, standing with two older, more pompous-looking people. He nursed a whiskey and attempted to give a convincing laugh to whatever they said, and Agatha scoffed out a laugh.
“Nope. No way, I guarantee he’s a stoner that’s been dragged out by his parents to this thing.” She shook her head, steering Rio’s gaze toward another corner.
“What about them?” Rio offered.
This time, they were faced with a middle-aged couple comprised of a blonde, sour-faced woman and her freakishly tall scarecrow of a husband.
“Oh my God, no. That’s Jim and Lucille, we do not talk to them.” Agatha shook her head fiercely.
“What? Why? They don’t look that bad—”
“I accidentally called their son a human twink version of Alvin from Alvin & The Chipmunks. ”
Rio very nearly choked on the bourbon in her mouth.
“ What?! ”
“Don’t. It really wasn’t my finest moment, and now they hate me.”
“What in the fuck kind of situation were you in that you somehow called their son a—”
“Agatha?”
Their attention was drawn away by a voice coming from behind Agatha, and Rio almost startled upon seeing a familiar, genuine smile spread on her girlfriend’s face.
She watched in what could only be described as disbelief as a woman in a skintight, red wrap dress approached them. Her hair fanned out behind her in gorgeous ginger waves, and her smile mirrored that of Agatha’s as she reached out to pull her into a hug.
“Thank God you’re here.” Agatha breathed out, briefly disentangling from Rio to lean into the hug.
“If one more person tries to corner me and ask what my department actually does, I’m going to stick a cocktail shrimp in my eye.”
The redhead laughed in a way that was all warmth and familiarity. Ew.
Not forced. Not fake. Not how Agatha acted around… well, anyone else.
“You’ve been here what, five minutes?” She teased, one hand lightly touching Agatha’s arm. “You’re already spiralling?”
Agatha groaned. “Five minutes too many. Jesus, I’m barely sober enough for this.”
She turned back toward the bar. “Hey! Another two. Extra cherries in hers or she’ll stage a revolution.”
“You remembered.” Wanda said, pleased.
“Of course I remembered. I’m not a monster, Wanda.”
Rio blinked.
She hadn’t moved an inch. Agatha had let go of her hand, still standing close but now angled slightly toward the woman. Her back wasn’t turned, but it wasn’t facing Rio either.
It shouldn’t have mattered. Not really.
Agatha had dragged her to this godforsaken faculty mixer, grumbled about it all week, and was now actively ordering them both drinks, clearly not hiding a thing. But Rio’s skin still prickled with something sharp and uninvited at the way this stranger stood so close.
“Baby.” Agatha said, turning to Rio. “This is Wanda. She works in my department.”
“Head of Comparative Literature.” Wanda added, offering a hand.
Her voice was smooth. Confident. Like the kind of woman who grew up knowing she was pretty and only ever got smarter.
“You must be Rio. I’ve heard so much about you.”
“Oh?” Rio said, reaching out and giving her hand a polite, very brief shake. “Funny. I haven’t heard a word about you.”
Agatha coughed — was it a laugh? A warning? A choking hazard? Rio couldn’t tell.
Wanda just smiled. “I’ll take that as my cue to start behaving. Agatha never tells anyone anything.”
“That’s not true.” Agatha muttered. “I tell Rio everything.”
“Except about you, apparently.”
Another drink was set down in front of Wanda, and she sipped it tentatively.
“So.” Wanda said, giving Rio an appraising look. “What do you do? Are you in academia too, or..?”
“I restore antique dolls.” Rio lied through her teeth.
Why? Why not?
“Seriously?”
Rio smiled sweetly. “Mm-hmm. Porcelain, bisque, vinyl. Anything with glass eyes and a little soul left in it.”
Agatha made a noise that might’ve been a laugh, muffled behind her glass. Clearly she was amused by Rio’s antics, and didn’t hesitate to nod along as though it was the utmost truth.
Wanda tilted her head, trying to tell if Rio was joking.
“Wow. That’s… unique.”
“It is.” Rio said brightly. “I love it. I get to bring things back from the dead.”
There was a flicker of something behind Wanda’s eyes; confusion, maybe, or discomfort, but she masked it quickly.
“Sounds like meaningful work.” She said.
Agatha finally cut in. “She’s good at it. You should see her studio. Creepy as hell. One of her little demon children is named Charlotte and she watches you while you sleep.”
“She’s not a demon, she’s just misunderstood.” Rio gasped, feigning outrage.
“I woke up and she was on my chest, Rio.”
“Because she likes you.”
Wanda laughed again, but Rio barely heard it. Her eyes kept drifting to Agatha, almost as if to ask her what the hell without saying it outright. Still, she didn’t seem perturbed by Agatha’s antics, rather… amused. And that, for some reason, annoyed Rio.
The fuck?
Agatha hated her co-workers. Couldn’t go ten minutes without calling someone a bootlicker or a piece-of-shit-intellect-grifter. And yet here Wanda was, fond, flirty even, looking at Agatha like she’d seen her naked.
“You staying the whole night?” Wanda asked Agatha, brushing a bit of ginger hair behind her ear.
“If I can survive it. You know how it is.”
“I do.”
Wanda reached out, brushing something off Agatha’s shoulder.
Rio felt it like a slap.
“Oh my God.” Rio said loudly, fake-gasping. “Baby, did you remember to lock Señor Scratchy’s cage when we left? I don’t want him gnawing on my phone charger again.”
Agatha turned, squinting at her. To be clear, Agatha definitely remembered to lock their bunny away – she’d made a scene of dramatically dropping a handful of lettuce into the space, just to watch him catch it in his mouth, mid-air.
“Are you drunk already?”
“Not yet.” Rio said, dropping to a whisper and leaning right in to talk in Agatha’s ear. “ But give me five minutes, one more woman touching my girlfriend, and I might develop a taste for hard liquor.”
Agatha definitely choked this time.
“Okay.” She said, slapping her empty glass down. “Time to mingle. Let’s go harass Alvin and the Chipmunk parents.”
“Great.” Rio chirped. “Wanda, it was so lovely meeting you.”
“You too.” Wanda said smoothly. “You guys have fun.”
They walked off, and as soon as they were out of earshot, Agatha leaned down and hissed in Rio’s ear.
“What the fuck was that?”
Rio didn’t look at her. “What was what?”
“Rio.”
“She touched you.”
“You’ve touched me, what’s the big deal?”
“Uh, no, I touch you because I’m the one who goes down on you every night before bed. She touches you because that’s what she wishes she got to do.” Rio was grumbling by the end of it, petty and annoyed now.
There was a pause. Long. Agatha was in disbelief, but she’d be lying if she said it didn’t amuse the living hell out of her.
Rio. Jealous.
She couldn’t mask a grin.
“Jesus Christ. Are you jealous?”
“No.” Rio said too quickly. “I’m not jealous. I’m confused.”
“Confused.” Agatha repeated flatly.
“You hate everyone. You’ve made me listen to entire rants about how the architectural department is a ‘pit of intellectual incest,’ and then Wanda shows up and suddenly you’re hugging?”
Agatha stared at her. “You are jealous.”
Rio crossed her arms. “Shut up.”
“You are! Oh my God. My girlfriend, the unbothered little freak, is jealous of Wanda.”
“I’m not jealous.” Rio muttered, cheeks heating. “It just caught me off guard.”
“Because she’s pretty?”
“No. Well. Maybe.”
Agatha took a moment, pausing.
Logically, she should’ve put an end to it right there, and told Rio that Wanda was, in fact, a married woman who shared two children with her husband. Moreover, the fact that Wanda, as far as Agatha knew, was heterosexual and not interested in her like that.
That would’ve solved the whole thing; Rio wasn’t one to dwell, or even get jealous, and the reassurance from Agatha truly would’ve been enough for her to let it go.
Still…
Where’s the fun in that, hm?
Agatha swallowed thickly and the side of her mouth ticked up in a smirk.
“I’m not surprised.” She nodded. “Wanda is… gorgeous, really. I mean, did you see how she looked in that dress?”
Rio gaped at her girlfriend, brows furrowing. “What?”
Agatha shrugged, all faux-casual charm as she sipped the rest of her drink.
“What? I’m just saying. Red looks good on her. It’s the kind of dress that says, I know you’re staring . And she’s got the tits to back it up.”
Rio blinked once, twice.
Agatha, with a grin tugging at her mouth, kept going.
“And that hair, Jesus. Doesn’t it make you want to run your hands through it? Real witchy. Bet it smells like some overpriced shampoo that comes in a black bottle with gold lettering.”
“Okay, what the fuck is going on with you right now?” Rio asked, voice pitching higher as she tried to laugh, but it came out confused. Strained, perhaps.
Agatha tilted her head innocently. “I thought we were just being honest.”
“Since when do you talk like that about your coworkers? About anybody who isn’t Nicole Kidman in Practical Magic?”
Agatha turned, finally, fully facing her. The expression on her face was infuriating: all lazy mischief and faux-innocence.
“Since you got all hot and possessive about it.”
Rio’s mouth fell open slightly. “You’re doing this on purpose?”
“Baby.” Agatha murmured, stepping close enough to tuck loose hair behind Rio’s ear. “I’ve spent the last ten minutes watching your eyes narrow every time Wanda so much as stood near me. You think I wasn’t gonna milk that?”
“You’re such a dick.” Rio muttered, but the heat in her face was undeniable.
“I prefer cunt, actually.”
Rio tried to shove her away, but Agatha caught her wrist easily and leaned in, her mouth brushing just past her ear again.
“You want to drag me into the bathroom and fuck me against the sink so I stop talking about her, don’t you?”
To make a point, she took the lower lobe of Rio’s ear into her mouth, nibbling and sucking just to drive her crazy. Rio made a strangled sound, and Agatha smirked as she leaned back, watching the crackle of frustration and arousal flood her girlfriend’s face.
“Stop it.” Rio muttered, but she was breathing harder, and Agatha couldn’t exactly miss the way she moved to cover the growing tent in her slacks.
“Why?” Agatha said, voice low, sultry. “Does it bother you when I talk about how pretty she is? When I say she’d probably sound really fucking sweet if I kissed her throat?”
Rio’s eyes snapped to hers, wide and dark.
“You’re not funny.” She growled.
Agatha gave a little shrug. “Wasn’t trying to be. Just saying, I get it. She’s not my type, but I guess I can see why you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.” Rio hissed.
“Possessive, then. God, you should see your face. All tight and pouty like you’re trying not to scream.” Agatha took a step closer, until their bodies were nearly flush, and Rio sucked in a harsh breath as her girlfriend’s hand slid up to the beltline of her pants nonchalantly.
“You wanna put your hand around my throat and fuck me until I stop talking, don’t you?”
Rio’s hand did twitch, and Agatha grinned like a fucking wolf.
“I didn’t even do anything and you’re seconds away from bending me over a charcuterie table.” She murmured, voice full of glee.
“I swear to God, Agatha—”
“You’re getting hard just thinking about it. Don’t lie. You always do when you’re pissed at me.” She continued, allowing the fingers at Rio’s beltline to dip beneath the fabric, pushing insistently at the boxers that lay beneath.
Rio snapped. Just like that.
One hand wrapped around Agatha’s wrist, the other at the small of her back as she yanked her close, noses almost touching.
“Are you looking to get your ass punished, Agatha?” She asked, raising a brow as her demeanour slipped into that of taming the brat currently trying to shove a hand down her pants.
Agatha’s stomach flipped. “You just want an excuse to touch my ass, you perv.”
That did it. Fucking finally.
Rio’s grip was firm, nails digging into Agatha’s palm as she dragged her down a side corridor away from the mess hall noise.
The second they were behind the locked bathroom door, Rio shoved Agatha against the tile, hands on her hips, teeth bared.
“You’re such a fucking brat.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Agatha whispered, triumphant, and Rio decidedly ignored that comment.
“You want me to make you regret it?”
“Oh, I want a lot of things.”
Rio kissed her (bit her, really), mouth harsh and full of teeth. Agatha groaned, grabbing fistfuls of Rio’s button-up like it was the only thing anchoring her to reality. Rio moved like she was furious, like she needed to get it out of her system, every kiss a bite, every touch a punishment.
Agatha moaned into her mouth, which only worsened when Rio roughly took hold of her hips and spun her body around, pushing her up against the bathroom wall until her ass was flush with Rio’s front. Rio’s fingers slipped down the front of her dress, under the strap of her bra, to cup and squeeze her tits; hard enough to make Agatha gasp.
“You want to talk about Wanda now?” Rio asked breathlessly, lips moving down her neck. “Or are you done being a cunt?”
“Don’t stop.” Agatha groaned.
“You want me like this, you manipulative little shit.”
“You’re goddamn right I do, hon.” Agatha hissed, rocking her hips back to tease Rio some more. “You’re so hot when you’re jealous, baby boy–”
“Shut the fuck up.” Rio barked, efficiently silencing Agatha’s mouthing-off by lifting the hem of her dress and delivering a sharp slap to her left ass cheek, reveling in the pinkish-red mark that bloomed almost immediately after.
Agatha let out a moan that slipped it into a grunt as she pushed back even further, pressing herself up against Rio’s hard-on in the vain hope she could somehow shimmy hard enough to let it slip inside.
Rio tutted in a mocking tone, the hand around Agatha’s throat slipping down to her hip and tracing a gentle pattern over the flesh with her thumb.
“Aw, does my dirty girl need something? Use your words, sweetheart.”
Agatha tried not to lose her composure as she heard a zipper undo behind her, followed by the shuffling of Rio’s pants and her underwear.
“Rio, just… fuck , put it in—” Agatha finally admitted, defeated.
She squeezed her eyes shut as Rio dragged the head of her cock through her slick. It was, of course, already hard as a rock and pulsing with arousal against Agatha’s skin.
“I need—shit, I need you to fuck me, Rio.”
“You’re so well-mannered when you’re dripping and desperate for my dick, huh?” She mused, and Agatha’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip in sheer excitement as she felt Rio drag even further upward, testing the waters and ever-so gently pressing into her ass.
They were definitely not strangers to having anal sex, but it was the first time either of them had ever considered doing it during one of their more… public endeavours. And Agatha couldn’t’ve been more thrilled and eager to oblige, the need to be filled up hitting her like a semi-truck.
“Yes—” She groaned, dragging out the ‘S’ and puffing out breaths of anticipation.
“Say please.”
Agatha’s eyes went wide, and she choked out a bewildered. “What?!”
“Say please, pretty girl. Good girls use their manners, hm?”
“Put your fucking dick in my ass, Rio, I swear to God—”
Another slap. Another groan of ecstasy out of Agatha’s mouth, and she blinked away tears that sprung to her eyelids from the sheer force of Rio’s hand on her ass. Delicious, white-hot pain spread through her body, and the insistent brattiness in her was very quickly dying out in favour of having Rio inside of her instead.
“Say. Please.” She repeated, pushing the tip forward just enough to tease.
Agatha grunted and slid her hand around to Rio’s forearm where it rested along her hip, digging her nails into it.
Shakily, she complied and let out, “Please.”
Rio smiled like she’d been awarded a medal.
“Anything for you, angel.”
Agatha held on tight to Rio’s arm as Rio took her other hand off her cock and brought it palm-side up to her mouth. She heard Rio spit into it behind her, before bringing it forward to Agatha’s mouth, wordlessly coaxing her to do the same.
When she’d gathered enough in her hand, Rio reached down and began stroking herself, leaving her shaft glistening with a mixture of her spit and Agatha’s; as lubricated as it could get in their current situation.
Agatha felt like she was going to burst from the anticipation, just waiting for the delicious feel of Rio’s cock inside her ass, making her fuller than ever before, letting her—
“Hello?”
Of course.
Of fucking course, the universe couldn’t let them have a single moment of goddamn peace.
“Agatha?” Wanda’s signature, slightly accented voice rang out. “You in here?”
Agatha’s body tensed, and Rio’s cock slipped from its teasing position. She could’ve screamed from the frustration. Her heart sank, and Rio herself suddenly felt an overarching urge to murder any redheads within fifteen feet of her.
Wanda’s voice continued, followed by the click of heels on tile. Something about needing Agatha’s expertise on a question she’d been asked by one of the investors.
Rio didn’t move an inch, glued to Agatha’s back. Her mouth was still open, slightly, like she was just about to start swearing when Wanda’s voice called out again.
“Aggie, you in here?”
Agatha swallowed, hard. Rio could actually feel it, the way her throat tightened and bobbed. And she practically scowled upon hearing that fuckass nickname. God, she hated it.
“Give me a minute, Wanda.” She called back, loud enough to echo off the walls. “I’ll be out in a sec.”
Agatha bit her lip, half in amusement, half in the kind of frustration that came with being thwarted right on the brink of getting what she wanted.
Finally, Wanda’s voice echoed back. “Okay! Just come find me after, alright?”
“Yup!” Agatha grunted. “Will do!”
Another pause, longer this time, before the sound of stilettos clicked away and the bathroom door swung shut.
Agatha barely registered it.
Because Rio, letting out a loud groan, pushed all the way into her girlfriend’s ass and ground her hips forward, hard.
“Jesus Christ! Fuck, Rio, oh my—”
“Shit… mfgh-you feel so good around me, Agatha.” Rio’s voice was strained, her own stomach tightening with the pleasure.
“Yeah?” Agatha gasped, already rocking in an attempt to meet each of Rio’s thrusts.
Her body arched, cheek dragging along the tile wall as Rio began fucking her hard enough to make her see stars. Her hips snapped forward in slow, yet sharp, thrusts, and Rio selfishly indulged as she stared down at the way Agatha was stretched around her. The hand at her hip briefly slipped down to squeeze a still-pink cheek, and Rio could’ve come right then and there.
“Mm-hmm.” Rio groaned. “Tight little thing.”
The words were enough to make Agatha shudder, and she reached back to grab one of Rio’s thighs, desperate and needy as she practically impaled herself on her.
“God, you’re gonna m-make me come, Rio, I swear—”
Agatha was delirious, hair sticking to her forehead, panting and gritting her teeth as Rio continued to rut into her like she had something to prove.
In the midst of Agatha’s babbling, Rio’s hand snaked its way down her stomach, finding her clit. Agatha choked on a breath, bucking forward with so much force that Rio had to hold her still, pinning her in place between her body and the wall. Rio struggled at first to maintain a steady pace, since Agatha’s cunt was dripping in slick and making it hard to rub at the intended rhythm.
“Baby. Fuck.” Agatha breathed, a mixture of a whimper and a plea. “Right there. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—”
“You not thinking about her anymore, baby, huh?” Rio grunted, mostly just for the added ferocity of it all.
And Agatha, ever the little shit, gasped out a comment.
“If you don’t want me to think about her while you’re fucking me, don’t bring her up.”
That was it.
Rio practically growled and sped up alarmingly quickly, her hand shooting up to grip at Agatha’s throat again as she fucked her faster.
“Fucking brat.” She muttered against Agatha’s ear. “It’ll be my name you scream when you come, got it?”
“I’m… I’m not screaming anything.” Agatha gasped. “Not in a public… n-not in— fuck, yes, yes—”
“Come for me. Like this. God, you feel so good.”
“Rio.” Agatha choked out, feeling the brutal, wonderful intensity of Rio’s thrusts tipping her over the edge.
“You know you want to.” Rio whispered, slowing her pace, fucking her rough and deep, angling so she filled her just right. “Come on, sweet girl. Let go for me, baby?”
“Fuck.” She sobbed out, stomach tightening impossibly fast as she sped towards her orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes, Rio, I—”
Her voice broke into a series of ragged, breathless cries as she tensed around Rio's cock and came, hard, the sensation of it crashing through every nerve in her body, leaving her seeing stars and gasping for air in Rio’s grip.
Rio let out a strangled grunt and continued to fuck her through it, feeling Agatha’s body jerk and shudder.
She moaned shamelessly and somehow remembered to pull out in the midst of it all, stroking herself with a few quick, slick motions as she came on the small of Agatha’s back.
Normally, Rio wouldn’t’ve bothered.
Agatha unashamedly harboured a very vocal, very apparent kink to be bred — always begging Rio to come inside of her, fill her up, get her pregnant; the works. But the fact that they were in public, coupled with the adjoining fact that her dick was currently in Agatha’s ass, meant it was probably the wiser option to pull out.
They both collapsed against the wall once they’d finished, chests heaving, a dazed energy buzzing between them. Rio crowded Agatha’s back as she panted into her neck, and Agatha mustered enough energy to bring a hand up into Rio’s hair, holding on like the reigns of a horse, steadying herself.
Agatha was the first to break the silence, breathless and still twitching with aftershocks.
“Fuck.”
Rio let out a low, shaky laugh. “Fuck is right.”
“My legs feel like jelly. Holy shit.”
“Shouldn’t have run your mouth, then.” Rio murmured, moving to kiss the side of her head now.
She reached over and grabbed a handful of paper towels, carefully wiping the come from Agatha’s skin. Her touch was gentle now, soft and careful as she nudged Agatha’s underwear back in place and tugged her dress back down over her hips.
“You good?” Rio asked, fingertips brushing along the marks she’d left on Agatha’s ass.
She nodded, a lazy but immensely satisfied grin spreading on her face.
“I’m good. Real good. You?”
“Yeah.” Rio said, but the flush in her cheeks was a great reminder of what they’d done. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Agatha turned in Rio’s grasp, finally facing her, and reached up to pull her in for another kiss. This one was different. It was slow, less desperate, and sickeningly intimate. Rio melted into the feeling almost instantaneously, hands slipping around Agatha’s waist and pulling her close, even though they were both still breathless and barely managing to stay upright.
“Hey.” Agatha murmured, their mouths brushing with the words she spoke.
“Yeah?”
“Sorry for, you know.” She paused, planting a few, shorter kisses to Rio’s lips. “Teasing. I love you.”
Rio narrowed her eyes, but she was smiling.
“No you’re not.”
“You’re right.” Agatha admitted. “I’m not.”
“Asshole.” Another short-lived kiss. "I love you too."