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It started with laundry.
Every saturday–without fail–they would clean the house, tasks being split up between them. It was a tradition they had started when they first moved in together–years and years back. And it has stuck ever since.
It was just one of those things that worked wordlessly. Sure it took some convincing to actually get Agatha to agree that it was a good idea. But once Rio accomplished that, Agatha was often the driving force on finishing the set-tasks.
Right now Rio was sitting in their bathroom upstairs–sorting shirts, socks and underwear. Carefully. God forbid that Rio accidentally left a red sock in a white-only wash, ruining about three of Agatha’s button ups. She was mad at Rio for days only to end up loving the shirts.
The laundry bin was empty but the separate baskets still needed to be filled.
It was annoying Rio to no end. Back when Nicky still lived at home with them they never had that problem. That boy went through clothes like no other, seemingly changing three times a day.
But now that there were only two people in the house, it was almost impossible to actually load a wash in one go.
“Agatha!”
Rio’s voice boomed through the house, hoping she reached her wife wherever she was.
She didn’t have to wait for long. Agatha appeared at the entrance of the bathroom. Hip jutted out, hair messy from the work she had been doing.
And the worst part?
She was wearing glasses. Agatha Harkness-Vidal was wearing her stupidly hot glasses.
Rio swallowed. Momentarily losing track of her own thoughts.
Her wife looked fucking good. Drop-dead gorgeous, jaw-dropping pretty.
Rio scrambled for words, forcing her brain out of the gay-panic her wife had induced. Which served harder than expected, especially once she raised one of her eyebrows questioningly and muttered “Yes?” in her rough voice that tilted upwards towards the end of the word.
She seemed amused by how Rio’s brain wasn’t communicating with the rest of her body properly.
“Uh- do you have dirty clothes? So I can fill the machine.”
She looked up from where she was sitting, meeting her wife’s blue eyes. Voice breaking while asking that mundane question. Rio’s cheek felt hot, a flush having settled there.
Agatha smiled down at her. Not performative or fake. It was the kind of smile that made Rio’s insides melt without her even trying. That smile made her fall in love with her wife again, each time she showed it off.
Which was less than Rio would have liked. It seemed to be reserved only for Rio and Nicky. Maybe their friends if she got caught off guard or feeling very thankful for them. Or when she was drunk–drunk Agatha was way nicer than sober Agatha.
But Rio wasn’t complaining. Mean-dominating Agatha was truly a sight to behold.
“Yes, wait a second.”
Rio nodded. Patiently waiting for her wife to bring them said clothes. But she didn’t even leave the room.
She just bent down and peeled off her socks, throwing them in a random basket–eyes sparkling while she grinned.
Rio sighed and removed the black socks from the white clothes–really Agatha? Kind of hypocritical–and put them in the appropriate pile of clothes.
Before Rio could look up she was hit with a pair of sweat-pants, directly in the face. And when Rio looked in her direction the first thing she was met with were her legs.
Her toned calves, draped in soft skin. And those thighs Rio wanted wrapped around her head, suffocating her.
Her gaze moved upwards, moving over the displayed skin as if it was the first time. She was still marked on the insides of her legs, bites and bruises in the form of Rio’s mouth littering her skin.
The journey of drinking in her wife was disrupted by Agatha’s–no, Rio’s own shirt covering her hips and center.
Rio’s mouth felt dry, while simultaneously watering at the sight of her wife. Her clit tingled and pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.
Fuck.
No matter how often Rio saw Agatha–clothed or naked, it really didn’t matter–she was stunned over and over again.
But Rio knew this spiel. Agatha would tease her, get her worked up only to leave her there, wet and aching–well she would reward Rio in the end but that had to wait a few hours.
So instead of focusing on her need and wife–not that it was easy, Agatha made it pretty fucking hard actually–she averted her eyes and put the pants away.
It was no use though. The image of her wife was now firmly in Rio’s brain. Flashing behind her eyes, even though she was looking away. Rio wanted nothing more than to go over to her wife, kiss her and relieve the ache between her thighs, but Rio also knew that Agatha probably wouldn’t give in and it would make everything ten times harder.
Images kept flashing behind her eyes. Images of all the times Rio fucked her in this very bathroom, of Agatha fucking Rio here. Memories of the night three days ago, where they had a four hour long session. When Rio marked up Agatha in every possible way.
And God dammit–her boxers were now completely useless.
Rio stared down at her own hands. The hands on which Agatha had fallen apart, where she came on, clenched down on.
She was ripped out of her–dirty–thoughts when another item of clothing was thrown at her head.
Rio’s shirt.
The shirt Agatha was just wearing.
And Rio just short circuited. Brain melting out of her head, not available anymore. Thoughts narrowing down to the perfect woman–her wife (!)–in front of her.
She was standing there. Naked and perfect. And of course–of course she wasn’t even wearing a bra. Agatha was only wearing a flimsy pair of panties, chest out, displaying her perfect nipple piercings.
She looked absolutely stunning. The way her hair was falling in waves down her back was mesmerizing. Sometimes Rio wasn’t sure if Agatha was actually real and not just a figment of imagination, because she was just so fucking perfect.
And Rio was positively drooling.
She was swallowing roughly, trying to not get giddy over her–stupidly perfect, beautiful wife standing naked in front of her.
“Come on baby, don’t you want to fuck me?”
Her voice was sultry as she said it. Head cocked to the side and eyes wide, mock curious about Rio’s answer. Acting as if she didn’t already know the answer to this question.
And as if Rio would ever say no to this perfect woman. In a heartbeat she stood before her, letting her eyes wander over Agatha’s face, taking in every small freckle. Agatha’s iris was already swallowed up by her pupils and Rio was sure hers were just as dilated. Rio’s eyes flicked down to Agatha’s lips, she was biting down on her lower lip.
She surged forwards and claimed her lips with her own. Agatha hummed upon first contact and Rio responded in kind. She let her tongue run over her bottom lip, and like conditioning Agatha opened them immediately.
Rio’s hands found Agatha’s, still very naked, hips, thumbs brushing against the soft skin there. Upon the skin to skin contact both women moaned. It spurred Rio on to push her wife into the room and against the wall, which earned her another moan from Agatha.
Her arms were wounded around Rio’s neck, fingers tangling in her hair.
Detaching her mouth from Agatha’s, Rio moved to her throat. Kissing up and down the expanse of naked skin. She placed a hard kiss just under her ear, directly on the spot that made Agatha’s breath hitch.
“Do you know how beautiful you look right now?” Rio’s voice was rough as she muttered the words directly into the ear of her wife.
A groan from deep within her chest escaped Agatha. She pressed her chest forwards into Rio’s, desperately looking for friction against her breast. Rio complied immediately.
She mapped out every curve of Agatha’s body with her hands, just like she had done a thousand times before. Her palms settled against her breasts, squeezing them in her hands. With a low thud did Agatha’s head bump against the wall, back arching, pressing even more into Rio’s hands.
Her thumbs brushed over Agatha’s nipples. A whine escaped her at the soft touch, Agatha’s nipples were extremely sensitive due to the piercings. Rio crashes their mouths together again. Not gentle, just pure unfiltered heat. Her thumbs haven’t once stopped moving and Agatha keeps vocalizing her pleasure straight into Rio’s mouth.
The way she reacts to her makes Rio acutely aware of her own growing need and arousal, if she thought her boxers were ruined beforehand they were now beyond saving. Who was to blame her when her wife was so vocally reactive to her.
Rio gently kicks Agatha’s feet apart before putting her own in between them, not yet touching, simply hovering.
“Baby.” The word was gasped straight against her lips and she complied with her wife’s wishes, pushing her leg upwards, pressing it directly into her cunt.
Agatha’s hips began rolling down onto it without second thoughts. Gasping and moaning into the space between their bodies.
Rio bent down to the juncture where her neck met her shoulders and pressed a kiss there before moving downwards. She began kissing and biting at Agatha’s collarbone, taking the flesh between her teeth and sucking it into her mouth.
She pulled away after a few more seconds, staring at the blossoming bruise on her wife’s skin.
“Eres tan hermosa, mi amor.”
She paired the words with a hard flick against Agatha’s nipples and a jerk upwards of her thigh. The answer she got was a loud, high pitched moan and a hard downward roll of her hips against Rio’s thigh.
Her hand slips down between Agatha’s thighs. The fabric of her panties doing nothing in containing the heat radiating from her core. Rio’s hand cupped her cunt over her underwear.
Slick was already dripping through the silk, pooling into her hand, even without direct contact.
She began moving her hand up and down against the fabric, slightly pressing against Agatha’s clit with each pass over it. Each time Rio passed the bundle of nerves, Agatha’s breath hitched and gasps and whimpers passed over her lips.
“God, you’re so fucking wet already.”
Rio’s own voice wasn’t more than a low growl washing over Agatha.
She nodded. “Only for you.”
The whole body groan that left Rio’s lips was sinful, just like Agatha’s voice.
Rio pulled the fabric of her panties to the side, not even bothering to remove them.
A loud moan escaped Agatha at the first touch of Rio’s finger against her soaked folds. Dragging her pointer finger upwards, through her slick center–while her other hand was still working against Agatha’s nipple–Rio’s finger settled against her clit.
Agatha’s hips jumped forwards, she threw her head back and moaned directly upon that soft touch. It spurred Rio on.
Her hand moved down towards Agatha’s opening and she slid one finger into the heat of her wife. She was soaked and her walls were already gripping at it, clenching down. Her finger hadn't even slipped inside fully but Agatha was already chasing the pressure, hips jerking forwards to get Rio’s finger to dive into her cunt. She was gasping with every move and Rio could do nothing but watch in awe as Agatha lost herself in the pleasure.
Rio was sure that there wasn’t a single person in this world that looked better than her wife at that moment.
Agatha's hands had slipped from around her shoulders to the hem of the shirt Rio was wearing. Impatiently trying to pull it off her body.
Hastily she moved away from her and pulled her shirt away, throwing it somewhere behind herself. At the same time Agatha was scrambling to remove the piece of fabric.
Rio moved back to the woman in front of her, diving into a hard and messy kiss. Her teeth pulled at Agatha’s bottom lip, earning a gasp. Agatha’s hands scratched down Rio’s back and got a shuddered groan in response. She licked into Agatha’s mouth, mapping out the shape of her lips and mouth with it.
When they pulled away from one another they were both panting hard. Rio wasted no time in dropping to her knees.
Agatha’s bush was glistening with arousal, her lips were puffy and the blood flow to her clit let it peek out slightly from under its hood. She was beautifully soaked and Rio’s mouth watered at the idea of eating her out.
A moan escaped Rio before she could catch it, high pitched and needy, the vision of her wife above her–so wet that even thighs were drenched in arousal–made her stomach clench, hard.
She brought her hands to Agatha’s thighs, feeling the muscles quivering under her touch, tensing continually. Her skin was hot to the touch, exactly how Rio’s felt as well.
While continuing to hold eye-contact she leaned forward and licked one broad stripe over Agatha’s cunt. From her slit to clit. The answering moan bounced around in the room, loud and unfiltered, even from just that brief touch.
She looked absolutely divine.
“You’re so perfect.” She husked the words Agatha’s thigh, before kissing up the expanse of her thigh.
Her leg hooked over Rio’s shoulders, heel digging into her lower back. Hand gripping in her hair, roughly pulling Rio’s mouth against herself.
Upon the first moment of lips meeting lips Agatha arched into it, grinding her hips down onto Rio’s tongue, moaning sinfully.
She inched closer forward to her wife, hands sitting on her hips, feeling the skin ripple with each shuddered breath. Her tongue began flicking against Agatha’s clit relentlessly.
Not coming up for air, not stopping, simply licking the nub while listening to Agatha’s high pitched whines and gasps for air. Her hand was still buried in Rio’s hair and she directed her face through the grip.
Pulling her closer against her core when she wanted more pressure, pulling her away slightly when the pleasure got overwhelming.
“Yesyesyes, oh god, right there.” Her voice was strained as she moaned out the words.
Rio had begun to softly suckle at her clit and Agatha’s body practically lifted off the wall.
Without removing her mouth she began to angle her hand up under her chin, letting the tips of her fingers sit at Agatha’s opening.
The drawn out, desperate whined ‘please’ spurred Rio on to slide them home fully, letting Agatha get used to the pressure for a moment.
She began to slowly curl them against the front of her inner walls and a stream of profanities left Agatha’s lips. Her head was thrown back and her back was bowed away from the wall. Her heel was still digging into Rio’s lower back, preventing her from pulling away, not that she planned on doing that.
Instead she doubled down, pairing each suck to a curl of her fingers against that soft spongy soft that made Agatha moan and gasp continuously.
Rio could have spent hours on that floor and it wouldn’t have mattered, the only thing mattering right now was her wife losing herself in the pleasure Rio offered.
“Baby, don’t stop.” The words weren’t more than a gasp and Rio did exactly that: not stopping.
Her mouth was continuing to suck Agatha’s clit, letting her tongue brush against it occasionally. Her fingers were still hitting at the spot deep inside her that made her writhe against the wall, the rhythm unhurried and constant.
Agatha’s lower body began twitching, her legs were shaking and the grip on Rio’s hair had tightened. Her other hand was bracketed against the wall beside her head, as if tethering her to this moment.
“Fuuuck, oh god,” The words were nothing more than breathed out, voice scratchy. It made Rio moan in return, something about making her wife lose control like that was really doing it for Rio.
The slick sounds coming from between Agatha’s legs were absolutely sinful and hot.
“I’m close, Rio please, I’m gonna-” The rest of her sentence was lost in a moan.
Her whole body began shaking, thigh tensing against Rio’s shoulder. Agatha was clenching down on her fingers, squeezing them, holding them in place. Her moans picked up in volume.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her orgasm washed over her. She doubled over while grinding down. With each pulse of her cunt liquid splashed against Rio’s chin. It ran down her wrist and seemed to go on for minutes.
Rio kept moving her fingers, guiding Agatha through her orgasm, letting her come down. Keeping them there until Agatha stopped twitching then she slowly pulled out.
Agatha was panting hard, slumping down against the wall. Rio pulled her towards herself, breathing unsteady as well. Winding her arms around Agatha, letting her settle against Rio’s chest, muttering sweet words to her, while her heartbeat and breathing began to slow.
Her thighs were still quivering where they lay atop of Rio’s while she just rested in her arms, body limp.
“You’re okay, I got you.”
Agatha’s head was resting against Rio’s collarbone, her breath hitting against the skin in steady puffs. Her hand was stroking through Agatha’s head as she let her calm down.
Seconds were turning into minutes, but it didn’t matter. Everything Rio ever wanted was with her, safely in her arms.