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Jan 21

Gold Dust Woman

AAA Desert Hearts!AU collab with @jeridandridge

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Chapter 5: One Night

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Summary: In 1970s Reno Professor Rio Vidal tries to keep to herself as she gets a quick divorce. That’s when she meets Agnes O’Connor. Desert Hearts (1985) AU

Word Count: 7.3k

Pairing: Agatha Harkness/Agnes O'Connor x Rio Vidal

Characters: Agatha Harkness/Agnes O'Connor, Rio Vidal, Lilia Calderu, Billy Kaplan, Alice Wu-Gulliver, Wanda Maximoff

Tags: Alternate universe/AU, slow burn, yearning, period piece (1970s), wagatha, we multi ship in this house, but it's an agathario story, swearing

Music inspo: Gold Dust Woman playlist, Nothing Can Change This Love - Sam Cooke, Time in a Bottle - Jim Croce

“I'm not going anywhere tonight, Rio. I promise.”

Rio nods with a small smile on her lips, boldness taking over as she hums softly. Reaching past Agnes she flicks on the bedside lamp, smiling when she sees Agnes cast in a sepia glow. Feeling as though she can’t get any closer to the young woman, her fingers dance across her hips. “Prove it.”

Prove it.

A heat rises up through Agnes’ body as she turns her head to look over her shoulder to make sure that they did in fact close the door to Rio’s room. Once satisfied, Agnes turns her full attention back to Rio and the bed just behind her. Agnes knows this will be like nothing she’s ever done or had before; the women who have come before Rio will never amount to the same intensity Agnes feels for her right now, in this moment.

After the second she got out of Lilia’s car.

Agnes’ hands fumble as she does her best to guide Rio towards the bed; holding onto the loops that hold her belt in place. She can feel Rio’s body heat through her jeans and Agnes wants nothing more than to put her hands underneath them, to feel Rio’s bare skin. She sucks in her breath and unhooks her fingers to undo the button of Rio’s pants.

The older woman’s chin dips, eyes cast down to watch those talented hands work; this time not on a canvas but her own body. Agnes’ kisses brought calm to her. Now she feels the electricity that can only come from a lightning strike. Shifting her hips she lets the artist work.

A hard tug and Rio’s jeans just barely move down her thighs; not fully off but enough for Agnes’ needs right now. She lets go of an exhale she didn’t know she was holding as she moves her hands once more and for once, finally, presses her palm flat against Rio’s lower abdomen. She had been dreaming about this moment for so long; fantasizing as she fell asleep alone in her bed and created landscapes on her canvases. Now, as she presses her hand a little bit more, Agnes finally allows herself to sink into this moment.

This was real and this was unfolding right in front of her and Rio, from both her words and body language, told Agnes she wanted so much more of this moment.

Exhaling at the feeling of Agnes’ soft touch, Rio tips her chin up, finding eyes she’s fallen asleep dreaming about; cool blue with flecks of green and gold that remind her so much of the desert sand and plants right outside her window. Lifting her hands she takes the fabric of the flannel she’s grown to love between her fingers pulling it down the younger woman’s arms.

Everything is soft and slow and so unlike the usual roundabout way Agnes carries on when it comes to other women she’s been with. There’s an urgency in her actions as if she really just wants it all over with to say it’s been done.

Not here however, not with Rio.

She allows the flannel to fall from her shoulders to bunch at the bend of her elbow; connected to the hand that presses against Rio’s stomach.

“I hope you know I’m going to steal this.” She grins at Agnes, fingers playing with the fabric between their bodies.

Agnes shoots Rio a lopsided grin as she nods her head,

“I figured as much…I’d love to see you wearing it maybe even, with nothing else underneath it…”

“Make it happen, pretty girl.” Rio grins, suddenly very aware of all the clothing still between them.

Agnes’ hand falls from Rio’s stomach as she quickly throws off her flannel. She looks into Rio’s eyes as she quickly undresses herself, not wanting the older woman to miss anything. When her flannel hits the floor, her arms criss-cross to lift up her white shirt she had on underneath; pulling it up and over her head and to quickly join the growing pile of clothes at Agnes’ feet. She takes a breath, steadying herself before she reaches down to shove off her own pair of jeans.

Kicking them out of the way, Agnes goes back to touching Rio. She fingers the edge of her shirt before she tugs gently, signaling the desire to pull it up and over Rio’s head. There’s no stoppage or disagreement to the action Agnes pushes for and with that, she takes the hem of the shirt with both hands to help herself pull it up and off of Rio.

Still processing the view in front of her, Rio lifts her arms for the shirt to be pulled away, bare skin to be exposed to the room and to Agnes. She’s spent a lot of time in the Nevada heat but nothing compares to the raw intensity of this moment she’s longed for. Shirt gone, she moves to pull her jeans the rest of the way off. Standing in front of Agnes in just white cotton underwear Rio lets out a breath not out of apprehensiveness but anticipation.

She never once felt like this before; not with her friends in her teen years, not with hookups, not even with her ex-husband. Whatever Agnes ignited in her was completely her own.

The desperation that sizzles between them is almost too much for Agnes to bear all at once. She holds her breath and when she starts to feel herself grow dizzy, she exhales and reaches for Rio’s hand. She guides the older woman to the bed Rio has been occupying; finally getting to lay in it with her. She had no idea who would be in here before Rio showed up. Most of the time, Agnes steered clear of the women that came to the ranch. Rio however, Agnes had been instantly attracted to and the image of needing to be as close to her as possible occupied her mind more than she would like to admit.

The soft quilt underneath Agnes’ knees feels cool against her skin as she sits herself upright in front of Rio. They don’t look much alike but in some way, as Agnes kneels before her, she feels as if she’s kneeling in front of a mirror. Desires and wants, everything she needs peers right back at her in the same frequency, the same intensity.

Agnes’ fingers itch with the desire to smother Rio, covering her.

For just a moment Rio wonders if Agnes has ever looked at the redhead from the casino this way. She hopes the answer is no. Moving back she reaches out softly cupping Agnes’ chin, her thumb brushing the dimple she likes so much. This slow dance between them was real.

“Agnes,” she hums softly, “I need you to touch me already.”

Agnes smirks into Rio’s hold against her face and feels her thumb graze gently over her skin. She sinks into the touch; feels safe within it. She had never felt this way about being touched before.

“Show me where…”

Sucking in a breath Rio takes the same hand that’s holding Agnes and moves to her wrist bringing the younger woman’s open palm to the hem of her underwear, where it had been before. Just enough for Agnes’ fingers to be underneath the fabric.

As their joint hands drift lower Rio doesn’t move her gaze from Agnes.

The two remain locked in their gaze as Agnes moves her hand down ever so slightly, ever so gently. Fingertips slip past and into the waistband of Rio’s underwear; the sensation of peach fuzz on her skin breaks the farther Agnes’ hand goes.

Letting go of Agnes’ hand Rio lets out a content sigh at her touch moving closer and closer to where she needs it. She’d felt a pang of want and need ever since earlier that afternoon in the garden. Their time spent together only made it stronger. It’s dizzying as Agnes drops her hand lower, spreading her fingers ever so slightly. Her fingers comb gently through the coarse hair between Rio’s legs and Agnes feels herself let go of whatever doubts and insecurities she was carrying into this moment. Those thoughts leave quickly and Agnes suddenly feels grounded in this moment. With her fingers spread, she forms her middle and pointer into a V shape that press tenderly down onto Rio’s folds. Rio is so warm to her touch that Agnes sighs in relief.

“I won’t break, pretty girl.” Rio hums. Lifting her hips to meet the younger woman’s hand. Wrapping her arm around Agnes’ neck she threads her fingers through dark locks.

Agnes finds herself biting her bottom lip as she nods at Rio’s words. She knows it to be true; Rio is obviously a lot stronger than anyone she has met. For someone to decide to go through a divorce in an unknown town to then feel comfortable enough to wear their heart on their sleeve was as strong as they came.

This clearly was a piece of cake.

A wider spread as Agnes moves her hand now up and down against Rio’s warm skin. She wants to see if heat and friction will create the same outcome for Rio as it does for herself. Agnes wants to see if Rio gets just as wet as she does the more she teases before committing fully.

Spreading her thighs further Rio finds the nape of Agnes’ neck to pull her into another kiss; more hungry and breathy than before.

Everything, Agnes thinks, comes down to his moment between her and Rio. The intimacy and the trust of being so open and so sincere; skin to skin. As she moves her hand and her fingers along with it, Agnes gathers up the wet between Rio’s legs to use it as lubrication as the pad of her middle finger drifts upwards to rub ever so gently against Rio’s clit. There’s a quick and instant pulse when contact is made and Agnes, in response, opens her mouth.

No words come out or sounds but the feeling alone; the instant reaction from Rio that signals for Agnes to keep going is all that the younger woman needed to know she was headed in the right direction.

Agnes continues to move her middle finger slowly; almost painfully so. She wants to savor this moment alongside Rio and ride out every single signal their bodies shoot back up into their brains. The wetness on her finger mixed with the heat and pulsing has Agnes quietly wishing to herself that she should have stumbled into Rio’s bedroom days ago.

“Agnes,” she whines against the younger woman’s lips, rolling her hips to get more friction. She waited long enough for this moment and now that she has it she doesn’t care if she comes off impatient. She wants all of Agnes and she wants her now.

Rio’s utterance of her name has Agnes moaning back against the older woman’s lips; shaking as she tries to steady herself. She wants to be even closer if it was humanly possible to do so. Agnes allows her fingers to poke and prod; fingertip rubbing gently against the swollen bundle of nerves. She moans against the side of Rio’s mouth when she feels a pulse against her finger.

Agnes drags her middle finger down until she circles, ever so slowly, before slipping her finger inside of Rio and is instantly met with heat and wetness. Agnes lets out another moan as she pulls her face away ever so slightly to look into Rio’s eyes.

She wants to see just exactly how she’s enjoying this; the impatience that falls over her face.

Agnes needs to see it to know that her expression is just the same; a complete mirror image staring back at herself.

Rio lets out a breathy moan at the new feeling. Turning her head she kisses Agnes’ jaw as she grips her hair between her fingers. She feels as though she’s on fire; the desperate need she feels for Agnes fully aflame now. She sees Agnes, and she wants Agnes to see her.

Everything in the outside world is tuned out at this moment. Car doors, feet shuffling, and voices can be heard throughout the house, but right here in Agnes’ hold Rio doesn’t give a damn.

With her fingers curled upwards ever so slightly, Agnes keeps her movement at a steady yet gentle pace. She wants to feel everything Rio gives her, afraid she’ll miss something if she acts out on her impatience. Every muscle contraction she feels around her fingers, every hitched breath she hears so close to her ear. The way Rio tastes when she kisses her soft yet desperate. Even the way Rio smells; her perfume something Agnes still can’t pinpoint but is so Rio fills every single cell that is Agnes.

She wants her all; wants those pieces she had been too afraid to even ask for.

Rio, to Agnes’ surprise, was waiting just like she was to give it to her.

The older brunette had never felt like this before; no sexual partner had been able to pull these reactions and feelings from her. Only Agnes. She would do everything she could to return the favor. Heart beat thrumming in her ears she rolls her hips to meet Agnes’ thrusts, short nails digging into soft flesh no doubt leaving crescent shapes in their wake. Rio couldn’t get her close enough.

In her forty years she’s certain she’s never had a connection to anyone like this.

The slight shift in Agnes’ body is just enough for her hand to relax as it cups against Rio’s skin. She’s as deep as her fingers will allow her; as deep as Rio's body will take her. Agnes’ brain drifts to an image of a puzzle and it's then that she smiles to herself.

As her thighs twitch and her orgasm builds low in her belly Rio can’t help but let out a gasp of a laugh when she sees this beautiful woman smile above her. She’s alight with amazement and wonder and lust and maybe, just maybe love.

Agnes glances up into Rio’s eyes until it drifts down to her mouth as she laughs. Agnes’ smile breaks wider and she finds herself letting out something raspy from her own lips. She’s trying so hard to keep her composure; her rhythm as she’s found the perfect amount of pressure and speed.

She can basically feel Rio’s thighs shaking against the sides of her wrist as she holds Agnes close.

“God…I bet you’re close,”

Agnes whispers as her gaze drifts from Rio’s mouth to stare at her own hand as it remains partially hidden. Rio’s heavy breathing is like music to Agnes’ ears; sweeter than what they heard back at the casino.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly she was wound up and just as easily pulled apart, but Rio can’t possibly care right now. Here, underneath a beautiful woman, receiving the most loving gaze she’s ever seen, she nods once firmly just before her body arches like a cat as she finally lets go with a choked cry. Her chest heaves as she continues to roll her hips, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy. Toes curled into the carpet and her heart pounding, Rio reaches out to hold any part of Agnes she can reach.

“That’s it…you got it…nice and slow…”

Agnes can barely whisper; holding her own breath as she does her best to please Rio. She doesn’t want to fuck this up; doesn’t want to ruin this perfectly matched moment between them. It feels like she had waited her entire life to even come close to an intensity like this with another woman. “Come on, Baby…you got this…”

Rio feels like she’s floating above her body, her vision still spotty as she catches her breath. Only to lose it again when she hears the term of endearment from the gorgeous woman practically nose to nose with her. Reaching forward she takes Agnes’ cheeks between her palms with a breathless laugh. “Baby, huh?”

Agnes breaks into a lopsided grin as she closes the gap between them with a soft kiss. She holds the sweetness for as long as she can until she gasps into Rio’s mouth and quickly breaks away; the side of their lips grazing one another’s,

“If you don’t like it…I have other names I could call you…”

Rio chuckles, running her fingers lazily through the young woman’s hair. “You can call me anything you want.” At this point, she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind.

Agnes nods her head; maybe even a little too cocky for her own liking as she curls her fingers a little tighter and moves her wrist upwards. She presses the pads of her fingers right down onto that sweet, spongy spot deep inside of Rio and watches in pleasure as the older woman’s face crumbles right before her eyes.

With a gasp Rio brushes her thumb across Agnes’ cheekbone as her eyes gloss over. “Mierda, Cariño.” She sighs dreamily, greedily taking Agnes’ fingers.

Agnes chases Rio’s proclamation with a messy kiss; her mouth almost missing her partners. She moves into it with her entire body as she presses up as close as she can be to Rio. She brings her left hand up between them so the both of them can see the slight sheen that coats her pointer and middle finger; all of their needs and desires for one another painted naturally on Agnes’ skin.

Rio can’t help the whimper that escapes her lips at the loss of warmth and pressure. Looking at Agnes’ hand she smirks at the woman. “That’s your doing.” When she arrived and met Agnes, she could only imagine and inevitably dream of moments like this. Now here they were.

Agnes replies with a rise of her eyebrows as she very slowly, as if testing the waters between them, brings her coated fingers to her lips. She traces over them with her fingertips and lets taste melt on her skin. The tip of her tongue pokes through to get a better taste of Rio, one that Agnes still couldn’t believe she was getting.

Agnes made sure to keep eye contact as she licked her lips.

The fire that’s hardly gone away after her first orgasm sparks with a vengeance as Rio watches Agnes with nothing but want in her eyes. Seeing her soft pink lips shining in the dim light remind her of the soft pink roses in the park back home; something about the visual flashing in her mind and the warm sepia glow of the bedroom makes her heart swell. Tipping her head forward, the older woman kisses the corner of her lips before dragging her tongue across soft skin tasting herself on Agnes.

The younger woman whimpers softly against the older’s lips. They chase each other with their lips; a playful fight between them. If Agnes could only ask for one thing in her life it would be to have this moment forever. Playing over and over again for all eternity.

Smiling against Agnes’ lip, Rio hooks her leg around Agnes’ calf and twists her body, sending the younger woman to her back on the bed and herself, still wet and ruined from Agnes’ touch,straddling her hips. As Rio moves she can still feel the apprehension from Agnes. She’s determined to let the fire she feels melt that away.

Agnes welcomes the change in position; her hands finding where to hold onto Rio. There was no way she was going to let go of her, not now, not after all of this. Her hands move where they can reach from her position; fingers grazing over warm skin and a thin layer of sweat left behind.

She holds onto Rio as a way to let her know that she is anchored with her, fully along for the ride and the change of power between them. That power shifts like the sand Agnes has picked up so many times in her hand and let fall through her fingers, slowly releasing one grain at a time as she gives in.

Looking down at Agnes she drinks her in, feeling privileged to see her bare and spread out before her. Leaning forward Rio kisses that sharp jaw in an agonizingly slow show of need. From her jaw Rio drags her lips down the side of her neck, Agnes’ pulse thrumming against her lips like a drum. As she continues to move down Agnes’ body she kisses the valley of her breasts savoring each moment; the summer heat that sits in the upstairs bedroom is nothing compared to the heat her rapid heartbeat is producing.

The sigh Agnes released from her mouth startles her; disbelieving that it came from herself. She had never sounded this way or even allowed herself to sound this way. It didn't even happen in the confines of her room, alone and solo. There was a flooding of trust here with Rio. A total and complete release into a simple, raw tap into pleasure.

There was no need to hide herself away any longer. Rio was the mirror Agnes had tried so hard to peer into and see resemblance back.

Rio smiles to herself at the sound, her heart missing a beat in that moment. Just the thought of such a soft sound coming from the cocky, somewhat guarded woman made her soul ache. Moving lower, Rio kisses the plush skin of her stomach as her fingers find their place on toned thighs; spreading them to see her long awaited prize.

“Rio…”

Agnes is barely able to whisper as her sharp inhale cuts herself off. She feels her muscles tense at Rio's touch and the twitching of her thighs as if she's about to close them. It's then that Agnes has to remind herself that she is fine. She is safe. She is so very badly wanted by Rio that there is no need to have her guard up any longer.

Agnes sighs; pushes her breath out through pursed lips as she relaxes her entire body; muscles feeling like putty in Rio's hand; melting under her touch.

“Keep going…don't stop.”

Rio lays flat on her stomach, her hands softly gliding up and down Agnes’ thighs in tender reassurance as she peppers soft kisses across her skin. Looking up through hooded eyes Rio places another kiss against soft flesh, silently taking Agnes’ words as a go ahead. Leaning forward she takes in the smell that’s completely Agnes; can feel the heat coming off of her skin. , extending her tongue she lets the younger woman’s arousal explode on her taste buds.

Agnes suddenly realizes how heavy her head is as she lets it hang back; her eyes upwards to the ceiling. Her muscles clench but not in fear. She does her best to hold Rio exactly where she is, to trap her between her legs. Rio's tongue feels so cool against her flushed skin and yet, warm and wet and needy. Agnes sucks in a breath as she wills herself to tip her head back down so she can watch with greedy eyes every single movement from the older woman laying between her legs.

Rio keeps her eyes up and on Agnes until her forehead starts to ache. Licking slow circles over the sensitive bunch of nerves Rio can’t stop the moan that comes up her throat at the taste and smell of the younger woman. She feels as though they were made for each other.

Agnes’ arms shoot down between her body until her fingers meet Rio's head. She runs them through Rio's hair as she pulls the older woman down; wanting her to be even closer, even more pressed against her body. The sound that escapes Agnes’ mouth is a cross between a whimper and a cry. All of her senses are on fire; already overstimulated as she lets her body take over instead of her mind.

At the feeling of fingers in her hair Rio quickens her pace, the muscle between her lips flicking and prodding with more speed and pressure as her hands grip the thighs she’s holding. The sounds she’s pulling from Agnes are better than any love song she’s ever heard on the radio.

That pressure and speed are met with Agnes rolling her hips, moving her body to Rio’s rhythm. It’s easy to follow into it and find that perfect groove of just the right speed and friction. It’s easy to sink deeper into this woman that Agnes was falling deeper and deeper in love with.

Agnes’ thighs press against the sides of Rio’s head as her back arches ever so slightly from the bed; her spine curved. She feels that sensation deep within her abdomen as she tries to hold out just a little longer; just to make the orgasm sucker punch her harder. Her breath chokes in her throat as she lets out a strangled, muffled cry; everything around her feels like it’s crushing her and Rio is set in the center of it all.

Just her and Rio with nothing else to stand in her way and hold her back from what she really wants.

Rio.

“Oh…oh, god…”

Agnes’ voice cracks through her heavy breathing as her fingers pull ever so gently on Rio’s hair; still tangled in a desperate attempt to hold onto something as she rides out the sudden release. Rio’s tongue is the only thing she can feel, and can focus on. It sets Agnes over the edge.

Rio moves and flows seamlessly with Agnes; two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly. Gripping the younger brunette's hips Rio pushes her hips back down as her lips and chin become coated in Agnes’ release. Warm and sticky Rio can’t stop the cocky grin she lets spread across her mouth as her tongue slows and hands find Agnes’ thighs again, gently pulling them apart so she can really hear the woman. Her lungs are burning for more air but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t help Agnes ride this high.

The younger woman allows the older to move her in any which way she needs her to be; in whatever way access becomes easier for her. Agnes doesn’t argue; her muscles in her legs have become flimsy and malleable. She moves against the bed with ease as Rio guides her into a slightly different position. Agnes can’t help herself from whining under short, hitched breaths.

Rio’s lips and tongue continue to work their magic against Agnes’ sweaty, wet skin. The time between strong laps of Rio’s tongue mixed with the short exhale of air through her nose becomes shorter with each pass.

It’s then that Agnes wonders if Rio is grinding herself down against the bed, trying to find her own release as she helps Agnes with hers.

As Rio’s tongue and lips slow, she places another kiss to Agnes’ inner thigh before lifting her head; nose, lips, and chin slick with the younger woman’s release. Rio is already pulsing again, unable to get enough of the woman’s taste and sound. That thought worried her, that addictive attribute coming to the surface.

“Fuck,” she lets out in a breathless sigh.

“Fuck is right,” Agnes manages to breathe out as she lifts her head to look down at Rio.

Moving slowly, Rio shifts her sweat slicked body to lay beside Agnes, eyes never leaving the young woman. Heart beating like a drum against her rib cage she lays on her side completely in awe.

The two of them stare at one another in an overall silence; their breathing cutting through between them. Agnes breaks from her stoic expression to give Rio a smile; gentle and carefree. She feels the weight of their actions and what it means to her. To them.

The warmth that moves through Agnes pulls her towards Rio; her left hand coming up to caress Rio’s cheek as she pulls the older woman into a soft embrace.

Rio can’t help but hum contently into the touch, their bodies flush together in a soft hold. She trails her fingers up and down Agnes’ hip with a bright smile unable to stop looking at those gorgeous eyes. Leaning forward she kisses the dimple of her chin. “You’re beautiful.”

The words cause a pain in Agnes’ chest. It’s something she can’t place or understand. It’s something she wrestles with herself whenever she hears it; wrestles with the thought that it comes out as a lie. A way to get into her pants. A way to get into her heart without taking care of it, nurturing it.

That pain very quickly dulls as she grins and returns the soft kiss to Rio’s lips. The pain shifts into something much more fierce and demanding as Agnes makes sure her words are clear, “I love you.”

Rio can count on one hand how many people have said ‘I love you’ to her. Two of which were her parents, her soon to be ex husband said it often. She had loved him too, but not in the way he wanted. Now here she was; sweaty, throughly fucked, and cuddled into a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman she was desperately in love with.

A grin spreads wider across her face, and she shifts impossibly closer to Agnes tightening her hold on her. “I love you too.” She whispers.

Agnes hums deep in her throat at Rio’s response. All that doubt had gone out of the window; words wrapping around her just like Rio’s arms in a strong yet soft hug. Words which lift her up and place her where she’s always wanted to be. She loves me without explanation. Simple. Pure.

I see her and she sees me.

“You know, I don’t think I’m done with you yet…”

Lazy are Agnes’ words as they tumble from her mouth. She shifts ever so slightly as she hovers over Rio, moving down against her body until she stops. Her lips are parted slightly as she breathes through them; wet and warm breath tickling Rio’s exposed skin. Agnes’ breath causes Rio’s right nipple to stiffen and peak, waiting for Agnes’ next move.

“Do your worst, O’Connor,” Rio teases. Stretching her limbs, she arches her back slightly towards Agnes’ lips.

She feels lighter, more relaxed than she was before now that her true feelings were shared. It was fast, it was chaotic, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She just wanted Agnes to be hers.

Agnes smirks to herself as she too feels the shift between them. The comfort has grown wide between them now; no more uncertainty or tip-toeing around their intentions.

With her head bowed, Agnes’ lips ghost over Rio’s nipple just to tease for a second or two before she opens her mouth. Closing, she’s gentle. That gentleness, however, quickly turns rough as her hand moves up against Rio’s body until she cups her breast from underneath to hold her still; the suction of skin to tongue instant.

Rio shivers at the action. The pulsing between her legs grows stronger as she lays there beneath the younger woman. “Agnes,” she sighs quietly, fingers running through her hair.

Agnes hums at the sound of her name; vibrations rocking against Rio’s skin. She squeezes a little harder and swirls her tongue a little faster; allows her teeth to drag against the hardened bud.

Rio melts into the mattress, arms feeling like jelly as she runs her fingers through Agnes’ hair. The feeling of her breath and mouth is enough to send her senses into overdrive. Letting out another sigh Rio hooks her leg around Agnes.

The intensity that Rio brings is all Agnes needs to move in tandem with her; shifting herself as her mouth pulls away from Rio’s breast. She pulls in a deep breath and rests her chin on top of Rio’s chest and allows her weight to press down onto Rio’s body. Agnes turns her head towards Rio’s hand in her hair; resting it against her palm as she holds her head up.

“Do you think we could stay this way forever? Never have to leave this room for anything or anyone? Would be nice, right?”

“Keep doing what you’re doing and we’ll never leave this bed,” Rio jokes, running her thumb over Agnes’ bottom lip. “But that’s no way to live. I’d like to walk around, show you off. Show you everything this world has to offer outside of this sandpit.” She beams thinking about walking around the city together, Agnes meeting her friends, going to galleries. She wanted to say ‘This beautiful woman is mine, and I’m hers’

“You’d want to take me out of here? You mean that?”

Agnes lifts her head away from Rio’s hand; feels her fingers run out from her hair. She stares Rio down, eyes locking with the utmost sincerity,

“I don’t know how well I’d fare in New York…”

“I mean what I say,” she hums, running her fingers up and down the bit of skin she can reach. “I don’t want to force you into anything, Agnes.” She shakes her head.

Rio hadn’t thought about her limited time in Reno since their night really began. Now that she has again, now that she and Agnes shared their feelings, the thought of leaving is starting to hurt.

“I have to go back in five weeks. But I need you to know that you can come with me.” She says, choosing her words carefully as she looks into those beautiful eyes.

Agnes shrugs as her gaze drifts away from Rio’s face. She’s letting this fantasy run through her mind until it becomes too much. She can’t let her dreams get ahead of herself; of her reality.

“I wouldn’t want to…I don’t know, overstep into your life back there. I mean, I’d just be tagging along, right? A tourist…”

Rio winces at the word, she’d said something similar to Agnes while visiting the casino. Letting out a breath she takes Agnes’ chin between her fingers to meet her eyes again.

“I thought the same thing when I arrived here.” She admits quietly. “This heat, your mother, that woman at the casino that couldn’t keep her hands off of you,” she shakes her head with a laugh. “I didn’t feel like I belonged. Not really. But here I am completely, hopelessly in love with you. Seems we’re both in a hard spot, huh?”

Agnes’ eyes drift from Rio’s, down to her lips as she speaks. She knows she’s falling hard and fast and can only imagine how badly the crash will be if this doesn’t work out. Agnes has to remind herself that it just might not. These five weeks will come and go and Rio will be headed back home; away from her and from the sand.

“Do you think you’ll get tired of me?”

Agnes’ thoughts become spoken words before she can stop them; hanging in the air between them now. She holds her breath and hopes that Rio’s response is at least somewhat honest. She doesn’t want to be completely heartbroken after all of this.

Lifting her other hand Rio takes Agnes’ face gently. “I could never get tired of you. It might sound ridiculous, but before I got here I was missing something. I wasn’t fulfilled or happy. Meeting you? That did something to me. Let me be greedy for once, Agnes. Please.”

The younger woman nods. Her expression changes from confused and open to her regular stoic and hardened face. She didn’t want to push Rio away or make her think this was a mistake. The smile she forces on her face comes with a stint of pain.

“Sure, of course. I mean, you got your divorce coming up and yeah, you should be able to…have what you want now.”

Rio sees the change and almost says something but thinks better of it. Leaning forward she kisses Agnes’ forehead.

“I think Alice must be awake.” She chuckles.

She was a little relieved hearing the music from downstairs. A shift in the air would be helpful after such a moment.

Agnes cocks her head and hears what Rio is hearing. The music comes from downstairs in the living room; no doubt about it being Alice. Agnes’ smile becomes more authentic as she casts a glance at Rio,

“You wanna go down? I’ll make you tea if you can walk on those jell-o legs of yours.”

“We better make food too. I’m still not done either.” She beams moving to get up from underneath Agnes. As she does she smacks her butt playfully.

She laughs at the playfulness that comes back instantly; the serious talk of moving and New York goes right into the back of Agnes’ mind at least for now. She and Rio try their best to climb out of bed; shaky legs and shaky laughs as they try to steady themselves and their breathing. Agnes picks up clothes from her floor and throws on whatever she finds. She eyes Rio and watches as the older woman purposefully picks up the blue flannel and drapes it over her shoulders.

Shooting Agnes a proud smirk she buttons up the shirt slowly, almost teasingly just to try to get a rise out of the younger woman before she finds her underwear on the floor.

“Alice better play something short…”

Agnes mumbles under her breath as she watches Rio’s fingers as they move upwards to do each button. All Agnes can play in her head is coming back up here, throwing Rio back onto the bed and eating her out once more with nothing more than that flannel still on her.

Agnes lets out a deep exhale through her nose.

“Okay there, honey?” Rio teases with a grin. Putting a pair of shorts on she stays an arms length away from Agnes. If she got any closer they most certainly wouldn’t leave the bedroom.

Agnes simply grunts as she moves away from Rio and towards the bedroom door. She takes one final look at the wall that was opposite to hers. The same wall where she placed her hand at night and wondered if Rio was doing the same. She looks back over her shoulder and tips her head towards the door,

“Ready?”

Nodding, Rio follows Agnes reaching out to take her hand. It felt terribly domestic, natural for her to do. As they go down the stairs the music, and Alice’s vocals, get clearer and louder. This must be a normal occurrence for the house.

“You guys better not make me drink alone!” Alice calls out as they reach the bottom of the stairs.

There in the living room records are scattered about and Alice sits with a glass bottle of something dark as the music plays.

Agnes steals a glance at Rio before she walks deeper into the living room with Rio tagging behind her; their hands still interlaced. Agnes takes a glance at the scattered records on the floor and the almost empty bottle by Alice’s feet.

“You want another drink, maestro?”

Agnes nods her head in Alice’s direction before her hand slips away from Rio’s, already taking off towards the kitchen to grab more drinks.

Rio plops down across from Alice with a smile, legs stretched out on the carpet as fingers flick through the records. She liked Alice. They’d spoken a few times since Rio got to Lilia’s; she often slept all day and was gone all night.

“How’s the recording going at the studio, Joan Jett?”

Agnes can hear the two women talking as she opens up the fridge and takes out a few beers. What little room she has left in her arms, she swipes another bottle off of the counter. Most likely, it would be some cheap off-brand liquor that Lilia had bought on a whim.

Agnes doubted she would miss it on a girl’s night.

Agnes was only a few steps away in the kitchen, but Rio still found herself looking back over her shoulder for the younger woman. As she does so, she misses the knowing smirk from Alice.

“Dang, lover girl. You two are down bad.”

Rio ducks her head, hiding her own smirk behind a record sleeve of a jazz band she’s never heard of.

Agnes finds her way back into the living room and does her rounds as she passes out the bottles; lingering ever so slightly as she feels Rio’s fingers brush against her own as the beer bottle passes between them. Agnes can’t help but to beam at the older woman as she tucks herself down on the carpet beside the pile of records that threatens to slide over.

Her and Rio are perfectly across from one another with Alice in the middle. “You got anything good to play for us?”

“Ha! I sure do, Romeo.” Alice grunts as she gets up going to the large player. “You guys keep looking at each other like that I’m gonna feel like I’m the third wheel.”

Rio grins at Agnes as she brings the bottle to her lips. Her attention stays on the younger woman as the speakers crackle with the change of the record. A moment later the voice of Sam Cooke and jazzy piano notes fill the air. Shifting to her knees Rio gets up offering her hand to Agnes with a smirk. “May I?”

If I go a million miles away I’d write a letter each and every day ‘Cause honey, nothin, nothin Can ever change this love I have for you

Agnes takes one final swig of her drink before she lazily hands it off to Alice so she can take Rio’s hand in hers. She allows the older woman to lift her up onto her feet; the muscles in her legs aching from being tense and relaxed so quickly just moments before, up in Rio’s room.

The living room, Alice, even Rio’s bedroom upstairs starts to melt away as Agnes can only focus on the woman in front of her who holds her hand and places her other hand on her lower back to guide her in small circles as they dance to the soft music.

Agnes smiles at Rio and lifts her face; chin out in pride as she clasps her hand around Rio’s just a little tighter, just to tell Rio that she is hers.

Rio tips her chin up ever so slightly, unable to hide the smile that makes her cheeks ache and her chest tighten with nothing but love.

Make me weep and you can make me cry See me coming and you can pass me by But honey, nothing, nothing Can ever change this love I have for you

Barefoot and warm in the living room, Rio holds onto Agnes a little tighter as the song goes on; a sudden memory of old Elizabeth Taylor movies comes to the forefront of her mind. The desperate need from the leading lady for her scene partner felt so cheesy to her as a teenager and young woman but now, now, with Agnes standing here in her arms looking at her like she hung the moon, she thinks she may understand those love stories.

The two of them spin in one small spot on the carpet ever so slightly; barely moving as they find themselves drawing in closer. Pulled in towards one another; Agnes brought her right hand to Rio’s back to hold her even closer. As she breathes in, Agnes realizes that she will never forget Rio’s signature perfume nor the scent mixed with her sweat. More accurately, Agnes realizes, both of them mixed together.

A stolen glance in Alice’s direction before Agnes brings her attention back to Rio; a soft kiss placed on her lips as they slowly stop spinning to capture the moment.

The faint taste of wheat from the beer and something that’s purely Agnes has Rio smiling into the soft kiss as her arms loosely wrap around the younger woman’s waist to bring her flush against her. If she could freeze this moment and keep it forever, she would.

It’s right there, at three in the morning in Lilia’s living room, that Rio decides she can’t possibly let Agnes go. The younger woman has reached into her heart and wrapped a string of lights around it.

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