For you (3/?)
Summary: The ball gets rolling, things are starting to heat up.
Warnings: some tension, Agatha is aggressive but not toward you just around you, some yearning, a smidge of nsfw, blink and you’ll miss it, should I put somno? I’m going to put somnopholia
A/N: I think this is a mess but thanks for coming to the shit show 😂 buckle up I have no idea what I’m doing anymore. Also readers name is ‘Baby’ I never said that if you’re confused why I uppercase Baby.
After maybe an hour of watching you rest, her thoughts running wild, Agatha wanted to put some things in motion. She found it so hard to remove herself from beside you but in the end made the move to get up and retrieve her phone. It was too easy to move off the bed without waking you. She took one last glance over her shoulder before making her way back to the living room.
Her fingers didn’t hesitate, she knew exactly who she wanted to dial, the phone rang twice before the other line picked up.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?”
The truth was, no, Agatha had no clue what time it was she thought she had only spent maybe 3 hours with you max, but a glance down at her watch showed that it was 11 p.m., where had the time gone? She was so distracted with you that time easily slipped.
“I need you to do one more thing for me tonight, Rio. It’s important.”
“God, another mess?”
“No, it’s just a retrieval. I need you to find Baby’s address and get some of her things to bring here. I want clothes, blankets, pillows, anything that looks like it’s used daily. Can you do that?”
Rio let out a sigh on the other end, “Yeah I’ll get it, you sure this is a good idea?”
Agatha’s anger was coming back, “What’s up with everyone questioning me today, just get it the fuck done.”
“Sorry, sorry, fine I’ll get it there in a couple hours.”
Agatha hung up first and made her way back to her room. You had maybe tossed a little in your sleep but you were still knocked out. Her fingers ached to touch you, lips hungered to kiss your shoulders and neck as you slept. She found it hard to move any closer. Eventually she would have to lay back down, she couldn’t just stare at you all night like a creep. She sent one more message to Rio before attempting to quietly move back to bed.
The springs ached a little under her weight as she slowly crawled close to you. Still you didn’t wake. Agatha laid on her side facing you and watching. Watching you breathe, watching you dream. Would you dream of her? How she took such good care of you? Would you have a nightmare? She hoped you wouldn’t but she’d be here if you needed her. She wanted to always be here.
Her arm unconsciously snaked towards your slumbering form, slithered up from the small of your back to hug around your waist and pull her body into yours. You smelled so floral, just the way she imagined. Maybe something like jasmine and rose. Her nose brushed close le to your hair and she took a deep quiet inhale of your scent it made her fingers clutch the front of your shirt. You wiggled a little in her hold before settling deeper against her, the pull of two orbits coming together in some strange cosmic pull. Her body felt like a magnet being attracted to yours, how in the world this felt so right was beyond her, but she would be damned before thinking of giving you up so easily. She could never let you go back to your home.
Agatha stayed like that being pulled in for way too long it made her mind do crazy things. She could feel the curve of your rear pressing into the bend of her hips, it made her core ache. Her breath cascaded down to the crook in your neck where she let her lips feather light drag against your skin. She tried to keep her breathing under control, as to not tickle you or rouse you. Agatha’s hips pressed forward ever so slightly to press herself more into your backside. Her skin was starting to feel too hot. She couldn’t stop how good this felt to her.
Her free hand that wasn’t wrapped around you began to slide down under her waistband. The tips of her fingers slightly pressing against her entrance. She was embarrassingly wet just from thinking about you pressed against her. She bit her lip and really thought if she was going to go through with this or not. While you’re right here in her arms, in her bed, sleeping so softly. Agatha pressed on her clit and made slow circles against herself. She let out a shaky breath against your neck and it made you stir against her, your back end pressing more against her hips pushing her hand harder against her core. Agatha bit her lip hard to repress a moan that threatened to come out.
She could feel how heavy her lids were but the ache between her legs persisted. She kept drawing more lazy circles against her bundle of nerves, getting closer to peaking. Agatha fully relished in the embarrassment. Her thoughts were a jumble of degrading herself for doing this right next to you and how good you feel against her. She was at a war with herself but her hand refused to stop. Agatha came that night with a tremble in her hand and legs. She fought hard against the moan that wanted to escape her lips. She stilled for a few minutes, the post orgasm haze clearing only to make way for the full on embarrassing feeling of touching herself and cumming pressed against you.
Agatha didn’t get much sleep that night.
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When she woke, the clock next her bed read 4:30 a.m. Rio should have been dropped off your stuff by now, she was one of the only people who worked for Agatha with access into her home. Full snores were coming from you now, she knew she would be safe to pull herself away and go start putting your stuff up in her home. Our home?
She wanted you to be comfortable when you woke, she wanted everything to look like it could be just as much yours as it was hers. Think of it as a weird nesting ritual. Slowly integrate all of your things around her home until you eventually became one with her. Just like you were taking up space in her heart and head now it was time to take up space in her house.
Agatha quietly pattered down to the living room, Rio had delivered pretty well on her part. There were several large cardboard boxes, opened up to show a lot of personal items. One in particular, was filled with only stuffed bunnies of different sizes and colors. Looking at all the things that made you, you, Agatha smiled a little to herself. Of course you would have something like stuffed bunnies you kept close. The rest of the boxes only contained clothes, a lot of toiletries, your shampoo, your perfumes, some towels. Everything just screamed ‘Baby’ to Agatha. Everything was in some shade of pink or pastel.
It took her a minute but eventually everything was put away somewhere she felt it belonged organically. When she looked at the clock again, the time was 6:15 a.m.
Perfect to start making breakfast, she thought.
Agatha got to work. Scrambled eggs, lightly salted. Sliced cucumbers and tomatoes. Two pieces of wheat toast for each of you, and two cups of fresh squeezed orange juice. Agatha couldn’t remember the last time she felt the need to do this with someone. Not even her past relationships made her fell this domestic. This needy to want to take care of someone else.
“Agatha?”
Right on time. Your voice sounded so sad and lost, you had to wake up without her but it was for a good reason she promises. She could hear the slight amount of panic in your voice, the warble on the last ‘a’. She briskly made her way back to the room and you looked so small. Your eyebrows were pinched in the center with your eyes looking glassy and full to the brim with tears waiting to be shed. She couldn’t believe she let you wake up alone like that but she was going to make it better now.
When Agatha rounded the corner into her bedroom your body visibly relaxed knowing she was nearby again. You scanned her up and down and finally settled on the tray of breakfast in her hands. She was paused at the door biting her lips, almost nervous to walk further into her own room but she pushed it away to sidle up next to you in bed.
“Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, Baby, but I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast.”
Her kindness made you swallow. She was being so sweet to you. You picked up one of the forks and started eating. Agatha watched you pick at the food, watched you eat slowly, perfectly separating everything in half to share with her. You only ate one of your slices of toast but that’s okay, she would let it slide this once. After watching you for a bit, Agatha decided to also start eating some of the breakfast she made. The two of you shared this comfortable silence. Your hand at some point grazed her thigh. Her skin bristled but she didn’t dare moved, just let you seek her out to ground yourself some more.
When Agatha noticed you had finished eating your half of the breakfast she got a thought.
“Stay right here, Baby. I got something for you.”
She ran off to fish out one of your stuffed bunnies she placed together on a bed in one of her spare rooms, then hurried back with the toy behind her.
She had this look on her face like she was nervous again. It was so weird to see her this nervous this often cause to be honest, she always came off as someone who owned every space she was in. When she showed up to your bakery, sure she blushed here and there, maybe avoided prolonged eye contact, but you could still feel that if business needed to be handled, she would do it. You couldn’t find the right word but if you had to put a name to it, Agatha looked…small.
Still hiding the object behind her back she took her place next to you once more, moving the tray away to give the two of you more space.
“What is it Agatha? Just show me.”
You giggled curious as to what it could be. She eventually relented and produced on of your stuffed bunnies from your own apartment.
“Agatha…how did you get this? Is this…mine?”
Her teeth worried at her bottom lip.
“I had a friend of mine get some things from your place. I figured when you woke up you might feel out of it and I wanted you to be comfortable…I hope it’s not weird, I’m sorry if it is, I just wanted things to feel nice.”
She was rambling with awkwardness, you could tell she was trying to ease up a bit but you still had yet to react out of the initial shock. You brain tried to wrap itself around the idea of someone being in your place. This was extremely weird, how did she know where you lived? How did this ‘friend’ get into your place. You were certain that the door had been locked on your way out. Why was your stuff here? In her home? There was a major conversation waiting to be had, but you kept it down for later. Carefully, you took the rabbit from Agatha’s hands and held it close to you.
She smiled watching you fiddle with its fuzzy little arms, worrying at a small tuft of fur.
“Thank you, for this…all of this…but I-“
Agatha paled at the unspoken ‘but’, but what? Please don’t leave, you can’t leave not yet. Agatha jumped into action, she took the tray and partially empty plate and made her way to the kitchen. She didn’t want to hear what else you had to say, maybe if she avoided it long enough she could keep you here. Just a little bit longer. Please, dear god, don’t leave her. She needs this, needs you.
She frantically paced around the kitchen haphazardly putting dishes in the sink, frantically scraping food off into the trash bin. Rinsing the dishes, not knowing what to do with her hands. She didn’t hear you step into the space. Didn’t hear you standing watching her be a mess in her own home. Her hair looked more frazzled, skin more clammy than before. Agatha was truly scared of what you might have to say about what she had done for you. To make things comfortable for you.
You looked at the now empty boxes sitting in her living area. Things clattered as background noise as she attempted to do anything to look busy still.
“Agatha…if you don’t mind. Where are the rest of my things.”
She stopped dead in her pacing, dishes both dirty and clean still in her hands. Slowly she put whatever it was down, and turned to face you. Trying to school her expression.
“They’re…they’re in a spare room. For you, that is.”
“I-I want to get changed and maybe shower? If that’s alright?”
Agatha waited a breath before answering you.
“Yeah. Yeah okay, come with me.”
She brought you to the room, it wasn’t as big or as nice as her bedroom, but it was still quite large. The bed was a queen size, the covers looked the same as yours back at the apartment and you wondered for a beat if they were yours. There were a couple of personal items on the top of the dresser and the bedside tables. A lamp you knew for a fact was yours, a litany of the stuffed bunnies you liked in the middle of the bed. A basket of your personal toiletries from your place lay at the food of the bed. You walked into the space inspecting everything. Nothing had been damaged it had simply just been…moved.
“The bathroom is the second door to the right down the hall. I’m going to make a couple phone calls, I’ll come find you after.”
Then she just left you there alone to take it all in. Your heart was racing. Even though you were into Agatha this all felt too weird to handle. Your body moved on autopilot grabbing your things and making your way to the bathroom while your brain worked a mile a minute over why and how most of your things were here.
The shower was also immaculate everything in the bathroom looked…expensive. A massive claw food tub off to the side, extremely large shower with rainfall shower heads over the top. The floors were black tiled with gold amenities and accents. All of the towels were deep violets or pastel lilac, you settles for the pretty bright ones. On a gold rack hanging on the wall was an extremely soft pastel purple bath robe.
You attempted to clear all the worries from your mind and just accept being in this space with her. Maybe she freaked out after you went pretty unresponsive after the robbery. You chalked all of it ip to her just wanting to make you comfortable and maybe going to extremes to make it happen. While it made you a bit worried, the gesture was still endearing. You don’t think anyone would ever do something like that for you. It felt nice to be cared for in some possessed way.
It took you a minute to figure out how the shower worked but after a while managed to get it right.
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Agatha ever the work horse set out to make a few ‘work’ calls and texts to some of her runners. She let some of them know she wasn’t going to be around for a few days. Taking care of ‘something important’.
You were important weren’t you? She always had this massive crush on you, but now you’re here. In her space. It made her giddy, it made her scared. No one ever had a reason to try and attack Agatha directly, would they try now? That she had a cute little thing in her grasp. She kept a tight lip especially by operating out of some no name town, but this could eventually put a target on both of your backs. Agatha definitely couldn’t let you leave now and you would probably want to.
She made a couple more calls.
“Rio? Hey, I need you to do a couple more things for me…”
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The robe was entirely too soft. It felt amazing wrapped around you, made you stand and bask in it for a few minutes too long. When you made to leave the bathroom, Agatha rounded the counter at the same time. She watched you retreat into the spare room, your legs were exposed up to the mid thigh and Agatha gawked like some horny teenager. Eye eyes ran up and down the entire length wishing that she could run her hands up them instead. The smell of your soaps wafted down the hallway. Cherry blossoms, she would never forget.
Only when you closed the door behind you did Agatha finally decide to move, she Rand back to her own room to change into something different, more casual. Her head dropped to her hands, she didn’t know what she was getting herself into. She needed to possess, craved to have. Her teeth sung with wanting to sink themselves into the soft pulse at your neck. Something inside of her was craving carnality. She ran to her conjoined bathroom, splashed some cold water on her face and then left to get you from the spare room.
Agatha wanted to knock but her mind was still in that weird state of claim. It was running on too dark of thoughts for you. She pressed her forehead against the door, trying to calm down before you came out. If she didn’t, she didn’t know what she’d do. Once she got herself together she knocked twice lightly against the door.
There was a silent pause, no movement. She didn’t hear you walk up, but the door opened carefully. You peaked, wearing a bright pink cropped blouse with bubble sleeves and a pair of crème silk shorts with little ruffles along the hem. Agatha’s brain short circuited. You looked good enough to eat. That same singing from earlier came back. The dark thoughts rearing their ugly head. She was all staking claims and you were ripe for the claiming.
She smiled a predators smile. Eyeing you up and down, hair slightly damp, cheeks reddened from the hot shower.
“May I come in?”
Agatha’s voice was low and dangerous. You…sweet little Baby. You didn’t pick up on a single thing. So innocent. You opened the door wider for her to step through.
“Yeah I was thinking about maybe doing my hair but I could let it air dry.”
When Agatha walked in, she finally allowed herself to really look at all of your belongings. As she put them away in the room she did so very quickly before you had the chance to wake up, she didn’t give herself much time to really take in everything that screamed you. Her fingers grazed over the pile of stuffed bunnies, she stalked over to the dressers and tables, really soaked it all in, then she turned and the look of you made her want to jump.
You stood in the middle of the room watching her. Your hands clasped at the front. Hair draped over your shoulders. Her hands clenched and released at her sides. She wanted to sink her claws into you. She stalked, like a hungry tiger, until she stood in front of you. She wanted to stand close enough she got the image of you looking up to her with your big doe eyes. Waiting for what she might do. Might say.
Her hand came up to play with the ends of your hair as she soaked in your presence.
“Are you scared?”
“No? Do you…think I should?”
Agatha smirked. “No, I don’t think you should.”
You figured under her intense gaze, “Do you…want me to be?”
Your voice was making it hard for her to stay in control, but that question easily began to chip away at it. She exhaled sharply from her mouth. Her next words were barely above a whisper.
“Yes, I think I do.”
Your eyes shifted between her own. Trying in your own way to interpret what she could mean. You think you were beginning to pick up what this was beginning to be. The predator and the prey. It made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. She moved further into your space. You could feel the puffs of her breath against your own lips. Her eyes shifted all across your face, looking to see if you’d pull away from her. If you’d give her a sign or signal that you didn’t want this. She would be heartbroken but she’d respect whatever you wanted. When she stared back into your eyes all she was were deep dilated pupils. She had you. You weren’t going anywhere and it made her feral.
Like two orbits destined to collide, she surged forward, her lips pressing to yours in a deep and devouring kiss. Your brain took a minute to register what happened but then you were holding on for dear life. Her hold was all possession, hands gripping, pulling, clawing. You bent to her every move, all following what she would do next. Your hands came up to caress her face and the short strands at the back of her neck. Your own silent way of saying ‘I’ll still hold you even while you eat me whole’. The two of you were the strange clash of harsh and soft, light and dark, day and night.
When she was possessive, you were reassurance. The kiss was chaos on her end. She just wanted it all, everything you had to give. And all you wanted was to give. Agatha eventually parted, her forehead resting against yours. You tried to catch your breaths. Her hands still with a vice grip clung to the sides of your blouse, but yours caressed her cheeks. She was buzzing and you pulled her in to ease her tensions.
“I haven’t wanted anyone this bad before.”she breathed.
Her voice was rough. Unsteady.
“What are you going to do to me?”You whispered against her lips.
Her resolve crumbled completely. She pushed you back and slammed her fist against the wall. That ugly feral predator was fighting its way out of her skin.
“I’m going to make you mine, I’m going to protect you from everything. And I will kill anyone who dares to hurt you.”
You’d be lying if you said her aggression didn’t scare you. But you knew it wasn’t aimed at you, it was aimed in defense of you and that made the butterflies in your stomach stir even more. Your lips barely pressed against her own. You could feel every muscle in her body shake.
“If I let you, do you promise not to hurt me?”
The way your hand on the back of her head tightened let Agatha know you were being serious. This short moment of sincerity before you let her be her.
“I swear on it Baby, I would never lay a hand on you in anyway that you did not ask of me.”
You parted from her then with a small smile across you lips.
“Then I think we need to have a conversation.”
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