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Normally, she wouldn't bring a stranger to her apartment, but after what felt like a cursed few weeks at work and Agatha’s solo attempts to relieve some tension not getting her anywhere, she had begrudgingly agreed to go to happy hour with her colleagues.
One glass of cheap white wine quickly turns into two, and next thing Agatha knows, she’s pressed up against her front door and making out with the new friend she made at the bar, only managing to stop to pat her pockets down and find her keys. Despite her fumbling attempts to get the door open, no thanks to the lips and teeth making their slow ascent up Agatha’s neck before sucking on her lobe, she finally shoulders it open. Tugging sharply at the lapels of her counterpart’s leather jacket, she wastes no time hauling them into the bedroom.
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“Fuck, yes, yes, yes ! Right there! Don’t -” Agatha tilts her head back, her chin jutting into the air as the mystery woman from the bar - Rio? - forgoes slow, lazy licks for firm passes against Agatha’s clit, the end of her sentence being replaced with a loud moan. Agatha can’t find it in herself to care what Rio might think of her, as long as she doesn’t stop.
She knows she’s delaying the inevitable here, but she can’t make herself look Rio in the eye. She also knows she’s been avoiding those big, brown eyes all night. It isn’t that there’s something off about them, but it’s just …the intensity in which Rio looks at her, as if she can see directly into her soul, accessing Agatha’s deepest, darkest secrets.
It’s as if the universe has shrunk down and only consists of the two of them - two strangers that happened to be at the right place at the right time. Agatha allows herself to forget everything outside of her cramped, messy bedroom, looking into the warm, earthy pools between her legs for a split second. The moment quickly passes, but the feeling remains, coiling deep in the pit of Agatha’s stomach.
She shifts her gaze back to the headboard, pushing her palm against the cool wood to fuck Rio’s face a bit harder. Swiveling her hips, Agatha closes her eyes in pleasure, now focusing on the feeling blooming in her cunt and spreading outwards, her knuckles whitening as she tightens her grip around the dark paneling.
After she comes, Agatha quickly flips Rio over, sucking and biting at the meat of her neck as her fingers slide through slickness, palm finding Rio’s clit as she presses the tips of her fingers against her entrance, applying just enough pressure to let her presence be known.
“In me -” Rio chokes out, her hips canting as she chases Agatha’s fingers, groaning, “Don’t be a tease.”
Agatha barely has a beat to come up with a retort before Rio’s leg hooks over her, pulling her impossibly close.
“Say please,” she murmurs, teeth clicking against one of the many piercings adorning Rio’s ear, her fingers slowly making their descent.
“Please, please - three,” Rio gasps as Agatha enters her swiftly, fingers curling as the heel of her hand finds her sensitive bud once again. Agatha’s only momentarily surprised by the rhythm Rio begins to create, before using her strength to drive into her.
Rio soon finishes with a whine, her nails digging into Agatha’s back as she pulls her im. The pain and pleasure makes her dizzy as she sinks her teeth into Rio’s shoulder before her tongue drags against the taut tendon, laving at the mark. The taste of salt on Rio’s skin and the accompanying whine that leaves her desperate for more.
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At some point around midnight, Agatha half-heartedly murmurs something about having an early morning ahead, but does nothing to stop Rio from tightening the harness around her waist. If anything, Agatha cards her fingers through her dark locks, gripping them tightly as Rio leans forward and takes an experimental lick at the purple dildo standing proudly between her hips.
It’s been years since her last memorable one night stand, and even then it had felt transactional at best. Once both women had been satisfied, Agatha had led the redhead to the door and nodded politely about calling her. She never had, of course, because that was the whole point of the arrangement. Get in, have some fun and then get out.
Agatha barely has the energy to check the time as she slides into Rio’s slick and inviting cunt. She tucks her face between her breasts and makes herself at home, licking and sucking between snaps of her hips.
And, if after they both come together, she lets Rio tuck herself into her side, it's only because her legs are jelly and the walk to the front door seems like more effort than it’s worth.
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“You know, the nice thing about learning Latin,” Agatha begins, waving her arm at the board currently covered in her hesitant scrawl. She squints at her computer as she tries to figure out how the hell she is supposed to pronounce conejo , “is that everyone that ever spoke it is dead, so no one is going to correct or laugh at you for really butchering it.”
For some godforsaken reason, the only way she would be able to fully gauge how to say rabbit in Spanish involves her cranking up a Youtube video for some robotic voice’s breakdown. Rather than embarrass herself once again in front of the Spanish II class she inherited a month and a half ago - after Sharon had been caught with a bottle of wine in her bag by a student - Agatha shuts her laptop and makes her way across the classroom.
Snatching up a dry erase marker, she fiddles with the cap and points towards Tommy, also known as Tomás , thanks to Sharon’s penchant for giving her students different names to get them excited to learn.
“ Tomás , what does Señor Scratchy eat?”
“Uhh, carrots, right?” Tommy shrugs, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
“Yes, but in Spanish ,” Agatha says, sighing as she glimpses at the fluffy demon that she had also somehow inherited thanks to Sharon’s abrupt departure.
“Oh, uh, yo no sabo ,” Tommy looks proud at his response, nodding his head and giving a snickering classmate a thumbs up.
Lilia had explained that in order to keep money in the language department, they would cover the Spanish classes until a replacement was hired.
Agatha honestly didn't give a fuck that dipping into the department’s funds meant that the other language teachers would have to cancel their educational spring break programs. Her Latin classes weren’t going to Rome, surely the other students wouldn't be that disappointed.
Then again, it wasn’t like the kids were lining up to learn a dead language.
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Class goes by fairly quickly and Agatha closes the door after the teenagers shuffle out, returning to her desk to check emails and avoid the growing stack of Spanish exams to grade. Swiping two fingers against the trackpad, the screen lights up and an unread email from Lilia stares back at her.
Subject: URGENT: this is about the Spanish classes you are teaching…
Agatha snorts as she sees the subject length - even with a PhD and years as a principal under her belt, Lilia was still eons behind on things like email and excel.
The memory of Lilia’s constant battles with Zoom during the pandemic, often giving her employees a view of just her forehead or launching into a presentation still fully on mute, is quickly substituted for dread as she processes the rest of the sentence.
..come to my office during 4th period so we can discuss!!!!
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She spends the next two class periods wondering if she’s about to get chewed out for the way she has been grading some of the Spanish assignments. How was it fair to be giving students B’s and C’s when Agatha doesn’t even know Spanish herself?
And if Agatha was also using that as an excuse for why it was taking her longer to grade, and not because she preferred her Latin students, who was to blame her?
Agatha drags her fingers through her hair, momentarily pulling it into a ponytail before she remembers the hickey from last night, the purple sharply contrasting against her pale complexion. Her hands drop quickly, flexing her fingers tightly before taking a deep breath and opening the front office’s door.
Dottie smiles, tucking the phone between her ear and shoulder, before waving towards Lilia’s office door, mouthing Go on in!
She makes her way down the carpeted hallway, all of three steps, maybe four for Alice and her short legs. Agatha knocks lightly on the door, deciding its best to rip the bandaid off rather than linger for a few moments outside of Lilia’s office.
There is a shuffle of papers and Agatha fixes her posture, straightening her shoulders right as the door swings open.
“Agatha! Meet the new Spanish teacher!” Lilia says, taking a step back to introduce the woman behind her.
The same big, brown eyes that Agatha had spent most of the night avoiding, those that had been nestled between her shaking thighs less than twelve hours ago, suddenly meet hers once again.
“
Hola
- oh
fuck
.”