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i. The first time she had caught Agatha taking care of herself, Jaime swore she was seeing things. They were in the back of the car, on their way to drop Jaime off after attending one of the many events Agatha’s social calendar had on it. Jaime had been resting her eyes, exhausted from the evening, when she’d heard a noise - familiar but new at the same time. The barest of moans, and with a quick peek through a half-open eye it was confirmed. A bright blush spreading over her cheeks, Jaime kept her eyes closed, too embarrassed and unsure of what to do to offer any assistance.
ii. The second time it had happened, they’d been at Jaime’s apartment. It was their first night having an overnight together and Jaime was a bit anxious that it had even come to this. It had happened so fast, and she wasn’t sure that this was exactly what she wanted. When she’d rolled over in the middle of the night, her arm had wrapped around the closest thing to her. The body that lay beside her, breathing heavily and murmuring faintly asking if she was awake. She pretended she wasn’t though, quite certain she knew what the heavy breathing was.
iii. The final time in the few weeks that they knew each other that Jaime had caught Agatha had been their second night together. They’d kissed a little, held hands, but they hadn’t gone any further. Jaime had taken a shower in the hotel room they were in for the evening and when she’d come out, in only a robe, Agatha was on the bed mid-masturbation. Though a dark blush spread over Jaime’s cheeks, she moved closer and dropped her robe. “Y’know, papillon, it’s much better if you let me help...”