PLEASE PUT THE FUCKING GUN AWAY! 😤 I COME IN PEACE AND ON UNHORNY (well no, that's not true) TERMS!
May I request from you, my dear LC 🪙, some butch!agatha maybe going through some big feelings (things from her past she thought she'd left behind/got over) and obviously Vidal can tell it's been eating at her pretty badly as of late so she just gives her the most soft, loving, sweetest mf sex in the world? some body worship/gender fuckery love, too?
🥺❤ ok, ok...you can put the gun back up...remember to click the safety off before you go shootin' that thang at me! 😇🔫
*holsters water gun* ok, ok. i hear you. i got you. this works great because i started this during ovulation and i'm finishing it during my period so like here's some soft boy hours type shit!!!
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The deep, invisible wound in her soul pulses a bit louder today. The one that fills her head with words like "never enough" and "weird" and "undesirable". She tries to silence it with a shower. Scrubbing her skin until its bright red and angry at her, standing under hot water in hopes it'll melt off and drown somewhere down the drain.
She then tries to smother it with music. Starting her loud, rock heavy playlist on her phone and blasting it as loud as possible until Rio has her pause it.
"Okay," Rio starts, setting her coffee mug on the counter and pulling her light grey shawl across her body. "What's up?"
Agatha rolls her eyes, head dropping while she spins around to face away from Rio. "Nothing I wish to discuss."
"Baby, I'm not here to fix you. There's nothing to fix. But I am here to help if you need it."
Agatha's shoulders slump forward at Rio's gentle words. She always speaks to her with sincerity and warmth, never once making Agatha feel pressured or like she's hard to understand.
Agatha looks up to the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes as she exhales a shaky breath before turning around.
"You deserve someone who is sure of themself, you know," the moment she makes eye contact with Rio, she coughs to suppress the sob she's trying so hard to hold back. "I am half of a person, you need someone comfortable in their body. Not some half a century old and still struggling."
Rio's heart shatters as she reaches for Agatha. Her hand wraps around Agatha's forearm, closing the gap between them and she hugs her. Agatha sniffles, bile rising in her throat like the acidity of the words left unspoken in her heart were beginning to burn her.
"I'm not good enough, Rio. I don't think I ever will be."
Rio hugs her tighter, arms thrown around Agatha's shoulders with her fingertips gripping into her shirt. "Don't say that, Aggie. Don't fucking say that."
Agatha crumbles against Rio's body, sobbing openly with her head tucked into their embrace. Rio rubs her back gently with one hand while the other runs up the back of her neck to gently comb her fingers through the loose strands of hair that Agatha didn't tie up.
"You are perfect the way you are, baby. I'll tell you it every day if I have to."
Agatha sucks in a breath, hiccuping it as she inhales. "But I won't believe you. I feel like a fucking charity case."
Rio holds her head against the back of Agatha's, "Let me show you, then."
Agatha sniffs, lifting her head up from Rio and blinks away the tears in her eyes. She looks over Rio in confusion, sniffling again. Rio reaches up to brush the streams still wet on her face, cupping her cheek as she smiles.
"You have the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen," she begins, "And the most unique nose. That's why I boop you so often, I just love it."
Agatha chokes out a laugh from her shaking chest, still coming back to herself from her crying.
"And your lips, god, those lips," Rio drags her thumb down the middle of Agatha's bottom lip, pulling down a touch before it bounces back to where it was. Agatha smiles, rolling her eyes. "I could kiss you forever, if you'd let me."
"I wasn't asking for compliments, Rio."
Rio winks, touching a fingertip to Agatha's nose before continuing.
"Your shoulders are so wide and strong. The way you hold yourself, you command any room you set foot in. Everyone knows when Agatha Harkness is there."
Her hands drop from Agatha's face and wrap over her shoulders, squeezing the tense muscles underneath her shirt.
"And, your chest," Rio's voice lowers with an added rasp, running her tongue against the back of her teeth as her eyes lift to meet Agatha's before they go back to her chest, "I love them, not because they're tits. Everyone loves tits. I love yours because they're yours. They fed a child, they aren't more than a handful, and I can't keep my mouth off of them."
Her hands trail down the front of her flannel, twisting at the buttons as they descend to open the shirt.
Gripping either side of the shirt, she looks back up to Agatha for a silent confirmation to keep going.
Agatha stares back, lips parted with her tongue slipping out to wet them while she gives a slight nod.
Rio's hands move underneath the open shirt, across her ribcage at first, then up to the swell of her breasts. The ribbed tank top covers them, but she cups each one in her palm.
"I love touching you, your skin. Feeling your warmth against mine. I love making you react to me. The little noises, having your skin prickle and hair raise just from touching you like this."
She rubs her thumbs against partially hardened nipples, feeling them raise and pebble at her touch. Agatha swallows down the desire building in her, gripping onto Rio's hips.
Rio grins, a flashy display of her white teeth while her hooded brown eyes darken as she goes on.
"Your body is perfect," Rio falls to her knees, hands dropping down Agatha's chest towards her stomach. Rio lifts up the undershirt to reveal Agatha's soft stomach. Faded stretch marks from carrying Nicky all those years ago as well as just time taking it's toll on her body. "I want to worship you always."
She kisses underneath her navel, looking up through her lashes at Agatha. Agatha's mouth waters, unable to move or think beyond making herself hear Rio's words and take them in piece by piece.
Rio kisses across the soft skin, making sure to love each stretch mark across it. The womb underneath that created life, that cherished and nurtured it until it couldn't keep him in any longer. The parts of herself she felt the most conflicted for, Rio loved.
Rio's lips travel down to the waistband of Agatha's pants, still kissing her skin. She hooks a finger at them, pulling them down to reveal her boxer briefs.
"I love that you wear these," she tugs at the elastic band, smiling cheekily. "I love when there's a harness over them, too."
Agatha rolls her eyes, wiggling her hips to drop her pants around her ankles. She steps out of them, shoving them back behind her with her foot. Rio taps her on the thigh in thanks then runs her hands up either side of her legs and groans.
"I can and will write essays about your legs if you need me to," Rio grabs her thighs where the boxer briefs end, gripping tight before moving inward between them. "I love how smooth they are, I love how strong they are. How you know to lift with them and not your back, watching you strut back and forth in the summer when you mow the lawn in those shorts."
Rio rocks her head back, groaning again before lifting back up. "I love how your style is authentically you. No one else could pull it off."
Rio's hands stop before she could touch Agatha's center, causing Agatha suck in a quick, sharp inhale. Instead of touching her there, her hands wander further down. Over her knees, to her shins. Sparse black hairs stick out against creamy white skin and Rio chuckles.
"I love your body hair."
Agatha winces, wanting to pull back from Rio's touch. Rio stops her hands, looking back up again to Agatha.
"It's normal, baby," Rio explains, standing up to meet her face to face. "I love it, I love feeling your happy trail down from your belly button. I love the hair between your legs, twirling it around my fingers before I spread you open for me."
She takes Agatha's mouth against hers, hand slipping underneath Agatha's boxer briefs to do just as she described. She tangles a curl around her finger, smiling into the kiss before parting her folds with the same finger.
"Baby," Agatha gasps, grabbing at Rio's wrist, "You don't have to do this."
Rio's fingers tease at her entrance, Agatha's slick beginning to pool out and coat her folds in wetness. "But I want to."
She kisses her again, hotter and more determined now. Her tongue licks in, slipping against Agatha's as she drags her fingers up to meet her clit. She breaks the kiss, moving her head back to watch as Agatha's expressions unfold.
"I love that you call the strap your cock," Rio rubs large circles around the sensitive nub, tightening them as she continues. "I love seeing you with the harness on and without it. When you wrap your hand around it and pump it in your hand, feeling yourself."
Agatha's hips twitch, bucking into Rio's hand. Rio's smile spreads into a grin as she continues, having Agatha grip the back of her forearms to lock her in place.
"I love when you get that rasp in your voice when you're horny. The gruff of it, how you sound almost like you're staring down your prey."
"Rio-," Agatha whimpers, the unexpected and hot moment was catching up to her. She couldn't stop it, or herself. "I'm gonna lose it if you keep this up."
Rio leans in again, kissing at the corner of her mouth slowly while her fingers circle her clit tighter and faster. The friction from her fingertips was starting to lessen from how drastically wet Agatha was becoming which only made Rio press harder.
Agatha would take longer to get to her orgasm in her older age, but this moment was different. Her body was vibrating with electricity, an addictive feeling she never felt before. To be truly seen and loved, to be filled with love. It was overwhelming but she couldn't get enough.
"I love every fucking thing about you, Aggie," Rio whispers in her ear, taking the bottom of Agatha's earlobe between her teeth, "I love what you do to me, for me. I love you."
Agatha groans, head falling forward onto Rio's shoulder as her knees buckle. Rio catches her, keeping her upright while she tips over the edge of her pleasure. Agatha's hips rock shakily, half movements mixing into full ones before they eventually grow to a little lift here and there.
"I mean everything I say, too," Rio holds her forehead against Agatha's cheekbone. She closes her eyes, feeling the heat radiate from her girlfriend and sighs happily. "I've never loved someone so deeply as I love you."
While her brain slowly pieces itself back together, the words sink in quick. She feels them stick into her bloodstream and spread throughout her like a wildfire. The pure, genuine love and adoration from Rio Vidal is what fills her, nourishes her. When she feels unsteady, uncomfortable, or unlovable - Rio is there.
Every wound, void, and shadow Evanora Harkness created has been healed, filled, and lit up by Rio.
She blinks, fingers rising to her lower eyelids as she wipes at the tears that have already fallen. Rio cups her face, layering a hand over Agatha's own as she takes in the handsome woman in front of her.
"You're too good for me," Agatha sniffles, giving a tight lipped smile. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve someone like you, but I'm glad I did."
Rio returns the smile, "Me too, baby. Me too."
Agatha blinks harder, eyes rolling into her head before she can open them again. She laughs through her nose before she can look to Rio and laughs even louder.
"I can't believe you made me cum from just being nice and rubbing my clit for five seconds."
Rio clicks her tongue, "That wasn't the point, bonehead. I just love you and want you to believe me."
Agatha winks, taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "I know. It's still funny, though."
