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“Honestly, I don't know if I hate her…or do I want her phone number?”
Agatha whipped her head back around within a second, sending daggers to the woman wandering behind.
Jen. Of course it was her.
That woman in particular was always someone able to dig under Agatha’s skin, pressing buttons, able to piss her off more than the others could. However out of every dig and snarky comment she had made, the words she had spoken were the most daring ones she had ever spoken. Even her insults toward her didn’t sting and bother her as much as those six had.
You don’t need her phone number.
Why did she have her eyes on Rio anyway? She had no business in doing so. None of them needed to be staring at her for more than a second with those thoughts. Rio was only Agatha’s to admire, gaze upon, and think about wanting her phone number. Well, truth be told, she didn’t need her number. Agatha had her ways of summoning Rio herself. The dark secret the others wouldn’t ever be able to guess.
Agatha started to pick the skin off her thumb. As if that would distract her from the unstoppable anger boiling up within her. If she kept her glare hard, maybe she’d scare Jen off the path. Let the woman wander into an early death. That way she wouldn’t have to run the risk of someone interfering with her love.
Even if she wanted to strangle Rio, push her away, keep her at a distance- Agatha wasn’t one to share. She wasn’t going to give up the only being she was ever able to fall in love with.
Rio Vidal belonged to her. Agatha Harkness owned her. No one else.
Jen didn’t acknowledge the glare, none of them did. The others kept their eyes on Rio who was whistling away, skipping and swaying her hips side to side. She too was oblivious to the way Agatha had stopped walking. All of them were.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Agatha had to put a stop to whatever this was before it was able to start. Without thinking she had let out a strong,
“This isn’t a fucking match making trip, Jen”
Rio’s whistling came to a halt, no longer skipping in her tracks. The others followed her lead, abruptly freezing in their spots. There was a thick silence that dropped between them all with a crashing thud. All eyes turning to stare wide at Agatha, shock mixed with confusion.
“I’m sorry?” Jen asked.
“You heard me,” Agatha said, ignoring the amusement from the side. She knew Rio was having a field day already with this. It wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. “Let’s keep our focus on surviving, maybe? Worry about phone numbers at the end? If you live to even-”
“Jesus, Agatha. I wasn’t even talking to you” Jen argued back.
“I have ears, you know?”
“Then maybe you’ll hear me when I say to mind your own fucking business”
“Oh is that what we’re going to do now? Well-”
Agatha hadn’t even realized she started to charge toward the woman until a hand was placed over her stomach, just above her belly button. The subtle touch that felt like a heavy weight held her in place. Teen was quick to jump in between, shaking his head as he started to lecture the women around him. He went on about how they needed to work as a team and not turn on one another. However, Agatha couldn’t find it in her to listen.
She made sure to keep her glare strong, fists clenching into balls of fury. Ready to protect what and who belonged to her.
“Easy tiger,” Rio whispered.
Two words. Simply two alone had taken a fire extinguisher to the flames.
Agatha took in a deep breath, feeling her chest rise and settle back down slowly. She hated how her whisper felt like a scream. It coursed through her veins like an opioid, slowing down the fast pace rage that threatened to take hold. Rio’s eyes were burning into the side of her head. Her stare being the final piece to bring her down to zero from a hundred.
How are you able to do this to me?
“Agatha,” Teen said.
She jumped at the sudden shout of her name, snapping her out of the trance Rio had her under.
“What?” She asked, trying to hide from the others how quick Rio had calmed her down.
“Can we agree to not kill one another? How many times am I going to have to ask this of-”
“Fine. Great”
Agatha agreed quickly, regretfully pushing Rio’s arm away. She turned around without a single glance. If her attention caught a glimpse of Rio’s undeniable amusement, they would most likely argue right then and there.
So, with a flip of her jacket, her head held high- the witch made her way back down the beaten path. Simply leaving the others confused as all hell to what had just happened. Not a second later, Rio’s whistle started up again. This time her skip had an extra sway and bounce to it. Agatha muttered under her breath a few incoherent curse words over how she could perfectly see the frustrating sight behind her. It was so vivid in her mind, the teasing already echoing in her ears.
Soft mumbles of the others were heard, the tension still lingering in the air. None of it mattered to her. The only thought running through her mind was a simple,
She’s mine.
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After a few miles of traveling, hours of endless walking only to never find the next trial, Lilia advised them to settle down for the night. Well, what they assumed was night.
Agatha would never admit to how the constant darkness was starting to take a toll on her. A woman like her with such a dark and tough front should be in her glory. However, that wasn’t the case. Even a dark witch needed the sunlight at times.
Jen had said over and over how the fire would help them. It didn’t replace the sun, but it brought light to them. The flames would keep them warm as well as bring a calming ambience to the environment surrounding them. Agatha wouldn’t admit to her being right, but she didn’t bother to bask in the flames this time.
Just as they settled down, Agatha kept walking. She didn’t bother to give an excuse for her disappearance. She needed her solitude away from everything that had happened hours prior. Even if Rio had calmed her down, embarrassment mixed with a tiny bit of rage still flowed through her. Truly, she wasn’t sure if the time away would help it, but she’d try anything to shake the horrid feeling.
After a few moments of wandering, she found herself at the edge of a long flowing river that seemed to stretch for miles. The trees softly swayed in the subtle breeze. Her eyes closed, arms secured over her chest. Right when she was in the middle of taking a deep breath, the silence was broken in a split second.
“Why are you jealous?”
Jesus. She should have known escaping wouldn’t be that easy.
Agatha scoffed. She hated the slight joy that was laced through the infuriating question. It only confirmed what she already knew. How the other woman was loving every piece of this. She was finding enjoyment in the show from earlier. Most likely replaying the scene in her head just as Agatha was.
The only difference of the replaying memory was how Rio loved every part of it. All while Agatha despised it.
She cleared her throat before trying to argue it, not bothering to turn around and face the smug look behind her.
“I'm pissed off you're here. There's a diff-”
Rio cut her words off with a tiny snicker. Not giving her a chance to say anything else.
“Sweetheart, it may have been a long time, but don’t forget I know you better than anyone” She spoke delicately, knowing well how to handle a jealous Agatha Harkness. One wrong step, a single bad move, could send her over the edge. “We can argue about anything else your heart desires, but if there's one argument you can not win?”
Agatha didn’t give a response. She was too busy holding her breath, trying to not let the little name only Rio had for her take over. The witch hated how it still melted her stone heart, dissolving it ever so easily into pieces. The familiar butterflies swarmed in her stomach. Sending shooting aches that made her shiver in such beautiful pain.
“You've never hid that jealousy of yours well, Agatha” She spoke softly.
The sound of the leaves crunching behind her made Agatha gasp, nearly feeling Rio’s touch already. She hated how deeply she craved the same hand to be placed over her stomach like before. Her arms were so close to being able to snake around her waist, securing the witch in her hold.
That’s all she wanted. Rio Vidal was the drug she wanted to consume, overdose on, all of the above.
“You’re delusional,” Agatha muttered.
Once again, another snicker was heard from behind. This time followed by the same hand from earlier placed on her hip instead of her stomach. Agatha gasped a second time as she felt the way Rio tugged at the fabric of her shirt, playing with it mindlessly.
This time her touch wasn’t violent. There were no attempts to push her down, drag her through the leaves and sticks, toss her in the river or trees- whichever would induce more pain. She was touching her with such care, so delicate like Agatha was a fragile piece of glass that could shatter at any moment.
“What’s gotten into you?” Rio whispered.
The witch didn’t offer a reply. She knew her protective snarky tone was swept away, impossible to be found in that moment. Besides, Agatha was too busy holding her breath. Her skin had goosebumps rising all over her. The sudden chills made her shiver endlessly. The worst part too? She knew this only added to Rio’s entertainment. Everything was out of her control and Rio was feeding off of it.
“Ri-”
“Don’t bother arguing with me,” She advised. “You know I won’t back down. We could do this the easy way or the har-”
“Fine,” Agatha said, spinning around as her arms tossed out to the side, taking a step back from her. “Are you giving your number out all willy nilly now?”
Just as she predicted and knew so well, Rio was shining as bright as the sun. She wasn’t able to hold back the wide grin across her face. Her eyes glimmering in the moonlight, radiating with glee more than ever before.
God, she hated her. She fucking hated this woman more than words would ever be able to say. However even with that aching desire, a strong thirst she craved- Agatha knew no spell, power, would be able to make that possible.
Why can’t I hate you?
“Agatha, there's no cell service on Witches Ro-”
“Yeah, clearly” She scoffed. Again, insufferable as always. “But what? Are you making plans for when we leave here? Jen may not even live to see the end of this, mind you. And-”
Rio had broken. As soon as the laugh she couldn’t restrain escaped from her, she instantly cursed herself for it. Laughter was the worst reaction to give right then. It only added fuel to the raging fire that was Agatha’s jealousy. She knew that and yet? There wasn’t a single way she was able to hold back.
“Leave me alo-”
Agatha went to storm off from her, but just as before Rio was quick to hold her back. She placed her hand on her stomach once again. The same exact spot with the same amount of light pressure that had zero strength behind it, but at the same time all the strength in the world to stop her.
It always amazed her how it took nothing to make Agatha stop. Even if she was one of the most powerful beings in existence, she never truly felt her great power until moments like this. She was the only one to have such a strong sense of over the Agatha Harkness. How could she not feel unstoppable with that such power?
“Honey, stop,” Rio spoke softly, forcing herself to stop laughing. “I’m sorry. You just caught me by surprise on this one”
Honey.
The one word was as sweet as the taste of the sweet nectar. It lingered on her tongue as it swarmed like bees in Agatha’s ears. The smallest pet names for one another had an unfathomable affect on them both. It only ever added to their addiction to each other.
“Thought you were a miss know it all..” Agatha mumbled, looking down in a twisted sense of shame, kicking the leaves beneath her.
She couldn’t find it in her to look up at the woman any longer. The embarrassment made her cheeks flame red. The usual strong voice was barely above a whisper. Agatha tried to focus on the tiny positive in her suddenly shy demeanor. Unlike before, she was able to truly admire Rio’s hand on her stomach.
The same strong veins were visible, her sharpened black nails that never changed colors. Rio was always adamant they had to stay black. However, she did allow Agatha to paint them different colors at times. The only other color chosen would be dark purple. A subtle way to mark the woman as her own. Agatha couldn’t hold back the smallest hint of a smile at the thought of those nails being purple again. Maybe if somehow they made it out together from this death wish of a road, they’d be that same color once again.
There was no desire to push her away this time. In the privacy of the woods, Rio being the only other person beside her- Agatha was allowing herself to sink into one of the most vulnerable states. Not that she had a choice. Rio always had power over her in ways no one else had. Not even when The Scarlet Witch took all of her purple, casting a spell that kept her trapped for three years- She would never be able to achieve the level of control Rio possessed.
You own me.
“Oh, I am,” Rio didn’t laugh, but her tone couldn’t refrain from being amused. “Come on, let's go sit-”
“We have to keep moving”
Agatha’s voice strengthened for a split second as she tried to put up an argument. Once again, it was worthless. There was no point in even attempting to turn around.
“Agatha, let them rest. You and I know damn well we can run on zero sleep. We don't know if they can”
Worth a shot.
The witch took in a deep breath, forcing her eyes to part from Rio’s hand. Instead looking up ahead to eye a spot for them to hide. She hated knowing Rio was right. It wasn’t safe to take a risk on anyone being sleep deprived when they would stumble into the next trial. Plus she’d never say it outloud, but the idea of being in a hidden spot with only Rio to herself? It was too intriguing. There was no way in hell she would be able to deny the invitation.
“Come on,” Rio whispered.
She took a few steps forward, her hand running up her body until the two fingers landed on the locket. Agatha took in a sharp inhale, feeling the chain being tugged ever so gently. Normally Agatha could predict her every move. However, this took her by surprise. She was barely able to even register her hand swiftly pressing against her body, pushing between her breasts just before her fingers wrapped around the necklace.
“Still safe?”
Agatha didn’t hesitate to nod, desperate for her to let go before she attacked her lips right then and there. If anyone else dared to even get near her pendant, let alone this close to her- they’d already be dead on the ground. However unsurprisingly when it came to Rio, it only kicked her arousal into overdrive. Even if there were no sexual intentions behind it. She was simply making sure Nicholas’s piece of hair was safe. How could Agatha not have such dangerous thoughts?
Luckily Rio must’ve sensed it. Her eyes had a different glimmer to them. She only offered a tiny smile, whispering a soft,
“Good,”
The locket was gently placed back against her collarbone, Rio spinning around to lead the way. They walked in silence only for a few moments. Agatha hesitated to admit it wasn’t just a piece of her son’s hair.
Would it push the other woman away to know the truth? Would she laugh in Agatha’s face for ever keeping such a piece of her all this time?
“Yours too”
Agatha silently cursed at how impulsive she could be. There was no attempt of restraint. Her voice was beyond delicate unlike before. She didn’t even know it was possible to sink to this level of vulnerability. It was new to them both. Neither knew how to navigate, both were taken by surprise. Rio didn't turn around, only adding to Agatha’s worries. But little did she know the truth.
A warm smile had grown on Rio’s lips, her cheeks warming up as she had to pull her lips back to bite down on them. The twist of events made her float up to cloud nine. She was already high off the fact Agatha had such a rage of jealousy over a tiny comment Rio hadn’t even heard. Rio wouldn’t have ever known Jen’s question if Agatha never pointed it out. One day she would tease Agatha for it, but not now. Especially with this unexpected turn.
She knew Agatha was able to let her guard down because of her. It wasn’t anything new or foreign to her. The guard this time had dropped below the surface, sunk to an entirely different level. Rio adored it.
However, the realization didn't last long. The memory of that pendant flashed through her mind. Their final moment together before they parted and Agatha found the Darkhold, hiding behind it, hiding from her- all those years ago. Even if it was terribly long ago, the memory was beyond fresh as if it happened yesterday.
“This way..” Rio whispered, leaning close to rest her head on Agatha's shoulder. She craved to touch her in any way possible. Beyond terrified of what was about to be her new reality. “You'll always have a piece of your heart with you. He's not completely gone, Agatha”
The grieving woman gasped as she nodded, trying to suffocate the never ending cries. They both knew their end was near. Agatha would be gone before sundown. The unforgivable act now solidified in their past wasn't something they'd be able to work through.
Rio held onto hope they'd find their way back to one another one day. Even if it took decades, centuries, lifetimes, and whichever world waited beyond them. For now, it was their final soft moment. Something she’d remember with such sorrow over till the end of time.
Painfully, Rio had been the one to pull away. She knew well to give Agatha space even if she wanted to completely suffocate her. So lost in her emotions, overwhelmed with everything that had happened. She was oblivious to the shuffle of the stool, the clinking of the scissors being taken off the counter. Rio was too absorbed in herself until-
Snip.
The woman's hand flew up to feel where the small piece of hair was now missing. Her eyes wide, a small flicker of fury moved through her, about to ask what she did that for. However, Agatha had already turned her back, bringing the piece of hair to the locket on the counter. She tucked it in with Nicholas's, locking it a second later.
Agatha took a pause before turning around, reaching out to hand Rio the necklace. The words were unspoken. Rio's confusion settled into answers that made her heart ache. She wanted to cave into her right there, beg for the forgiveness she knew wasn’t possible. Especially because it only sparked a tiny bit of hope in her. Even if Agatha was going to leave her, their new found relationship was broken and filled with tension- she still wanted to carry a piece of her.
Agatha would have not just Nicholas with her always, she’d have her. Surely that had to mean they’d find their way back to one another, no?
Her heart ached as she took the necklace from her, Agatha pulled her hair up and turned around. Rio made sure to admire her for just a lingering moment. She wanted every piece of this moment to remain slow. Even if she moved like a sloth, stayed in place, this all felt too quick. It didn’t feel real to her. None of this did. Her son had died so tragically and now her wife was going to disappear completely.
Rio cleared her throat, moving her hands up to wrap the necklace around her neck, securing the clasp. Instead of quickly letting go, she lifted her hand to hold Agatha’s hand against her hair. Just to leave the nape of her neck exposed for a few more seconds. Slowly she leaned in, her lips brushing the skin, taking in her scent in hopes she’d remember it forever. Then ever so gently, Rio placed a lingering soft kiss against the skin. Agatha gasp was sharp, leaving the other woman with an overwhelming sense of relief she was also basking in the moment with her.
Mentally, she counted down the three seconds. She knew how long they had before Agatha jolted away with the memory of their little boy being taken from her. Just as she predicted when the countdown landed on zero, like clockwork, Agatha pulled away. Her hair fell like a gate, cutting off the woman’s access to her. The four words that followed would be the last ones spoken to her.
“I have to go”
Even after the painful memory, Agatha couldn’t help but keep the piece of her with her. She never had it in her to part with it. There were moments she had tried, but a small panic attack never failed to appear the moment it parted from the locket. Agatha would quickly tuck it back in, apologizing to herself on repeat for even considering it.
“Here,”
Rio had gestured to a secluded spot surrounded by bushes. She pushed a the leaves down, stepping to the side with a little bow and smirk,
“Ladies first”
She swayed her arm with the words, smiling bigger when she heard the small snicker from the stone cold woman. Listening to Agatha laugh from something she said or did made her black heart swell. Her laugh was so beautiful, a sweet treat to her ears. Yet it made her melt even more when she was the reason for it.
Agatha sighed as she sat down on the log, subtly glancing up to watch Rio make her way to the river. When the woman’s back was turned away from her, too busy admiring the shimmering water- Agatha allowed herself to look up and admire her. She let her eyes scan her from head to toe, able to predict every movement she made. From how she leaned down, let her fingertips graze the cold water, glancing up at the moon.
Even if it was centuries, Agatha would never fail to be amazed at how well she knew another being. She never cared to learn about herself like she had with Rio. It was an addiction to know every piece of her. That would never go away no matter how hard she tried. Time would never be able to erase it.
“What? Thinking of taking a swim?” Agatha smirked.
To others, it would sound like Agatha's typical sarcasm. To Rio, it was her warm humor that meant she was comfortable. She wasn’t standoffish or going to run away from her. The woman was going to stay put in her presence. Rio only radiated with relief and pride mixed together. Once again, she had been the one to control the unstoppable Agatha Harkness.
“Reminiscing over the times we went skinny dipping, hm?” Rio asked.
She whipped around to throw a devilish smile over her shoulder. Their eyes locked together, lips curling up into the same smile, chuckling in sync a moment after. Agatha was the one to look away, finding a pebble to fiddle with to replace picking the skin off her thumb.
“Take that as a yes,” Rio stood up, running the fingers through her tangled hair to dry them off.
The woman strided over, crouching to sit on the ground. Her shoulder brushed against Agatha’s leg, making them both feel shivers run down their spine. It wasn't abnormal for her to be the one sitting on the ground. Anytime they found themselves by a campfire, it’d be this. Both fondly remembered how Agatha would sit on the couch, Rio snug between her legs playing a board game with Nicholas. Plus, Rio admitted once she felt safer that way. As if Agatha sat above her with such strong protection.
Rio watched the river stream flow before them, Agatha admired the shining pebble that seemed to be a gem almost. They let the sounds of the trees sway, the crows greeting them from above with crickets scattered around, filling the silence between them. The quietness couldn’t last long though. Agatha was never one able to hold her breath in fits of jealousy.
“You didn't have to be the one to show up, you know?” Agatha said. “Any other witch would've been fine. It-”
“Agatha, I didn't have a choice”
“Bullshit,” She scoffed. “If anyone can avoid being summoned by a spell, it's you. Your powers-”
“You called. I showed. This isn't anything new,” She looked up at her, eyes pleading for her to return the stare. “I'd never let you walk this road alone..”
Agatha smirked. Rio was quick to roll her eyes.
Here comes the ego.
“I've walked it before, love . Friendly reminder, I'm experienced”
“Friendly reminder, sweetheart- You had your purple then”
To Rio’s enjoyment, the dig earned her a soft glare. Their eyes locked together again. Even if it was a glare, there was no intentional harm behind it.
“ Touché ”
The silence returned as Agatha’s attention went back to the pebble in her hand. Rio wasn’t able to hold herself back any longer. The subtle touch of the woman’s leg against her shoulder wasn’t enough. No amount of power was able to settle the deep desire that was taking hold of her.
She pushed herself up on her feet, brushing off the leaves and ignoring Agatha’s small voice that asked where she was going. Two steps to the right, a little push on the woman’s knee cap was all had to do to tell the witch what was happening. She turned around before settling back onto the ground. This time her body slotted into the space between Agatha’s legs, both letting out a sigh of relief over the comforting position.
It was all so overwhelmingly familiar. The way Agatha gently pushed her thighs against her shoulders, how Rio pulled her knees up to her chest, letting Agatha’s legs wrap in front of her shins to hold her in place.
Safe.
“You wouldn't actually…you know,”
Agatha's voice was weak. Something no one else would ever believe was possible. Rio was already smiling once her legs had wrapped around her. The voice only made her grin even wider.
“Hm?” Rio hummed.
Agatha rolled her eyes, shaking her head as her voice strengthened slightly.
“Don't make me say it”
“Where would be the fun in that then?”
“Christ..”
Rio was always so quick to argue at times. They both knew Agatha loved it though. Anyone else was too scared of her and would cave in a second. Yet, when it was Rio? She put up a fight. There was never a time she let Agatha win so easily. She always kept her on her toes, on edge, and leaving her to work for what she wanted to hear.
“She isn't even your type,” Agatha chose to say.
“Been a long time since you've seen me. Maybe I've changed”
“Bullshit” Agatha snickered.
Rio looked down with a small shake of her head, unable to restrain the small giggle that escaped her. Agatha’s grin grew wider. The familiar bickering, the small giggle that no one else in this world would be graced with. It was all too much to fake hatred for.
However, the soft moment didn’t last long. Agatha’s jealousy slipped into a pit of worry. Anxiety that took over her entirely, threatening to kill her right then and there. She had left Rio, hid behind the Darkhold, pushed her away and kept the distance between them. That was all on her.
Still, the idea of someone else taking Rio from her was too much for her to cope with. If she ever witnessed someone else holding the woman, kissing her, taking her home-
You belong to me.
“Would you though?”
Agatha’s voice was just above a whisper. The words trembled as she failed miserably to hide her worries. Not to her surprise, there wasn’t another second wasted before she felt Rio raise her hand, taking the pebble from her tossing and skipping it across the water with ease.
“That was mine” Agatha said, a tiny hint of amusement to her tone.
Rio didn’t give a response. Instead, she tilted her head back, resting against the woman’s stomach. Her eyes gazed upon her, still shining bright as if she was the sun herself. When Agatha finally stopped resisting, she allowed their eyes to lock together, feeling the instant wave of relief wash over her. The small upside down smile made her stomach flip. How she was like a puzzle piece that perfectly fit, made just for her.
“Well? Would you?” Agatha asked.
She didn’t have to ask. The words could be left unspoken between them and she’d know the answer. However, she wanted to hear it. She needed Rio’s voice telling her it’d be okay, how she belonged to her, that no one else would ever take her away.
“There's no chance in hell, Agatha” Rio whispered, lifting her hand to trace fingertips along her jawline. “I’m your wife. That's never changed”
Agatha had gasped once she felt the delicate touch. She closed her eyes for just a moment. Rio’s fingers were setting her on fire, lighting pieces of her up that had been left dull for so long.
I’ve missed this.
“You know, I forgot to get those divorce papers signed”
Rio took a second before her eyes opened with a tiny laugh. Of course, Agatha had to make a joke. Isn’t that what she adored most about her? It was one of the many things that made Agatha Harkness so special to her.
With the stone cold, sarcastic, not a care in the world front she put on for others- deep down she was this. Just a soft delicate woman who cared so deeply. One that knew how to make someone smile if she pleased. She could find humor in everything, knew how to find what your humor was to make you laugh if needed. Everyone else could think whatever they wanted of her. Rio knew the truth. She’d always love being the one to know it most.
“Thank you,” She whispered.
There was no need to elaborate on it. Rio knew what she meant. She had saved her from torturous thoughts, overthinking endlessly till she combusted in sorrow. A simple reassuring moment like this had eased her anxiety entirely.
Rio gave a subtle nod before lifting her head back up to admire the river once more, her fingertips drifting away with her.
Agatha couldn’t find the strength to hold herself back. The floodgates of her locked emotions had opened, setting them free in waves she couldn’t control. Slowly her head dipped dipped, gently pressing her lips on the top of her skull. In sync, they let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t bother to sit up right after. Instead, lingering to inhale the scent of the soil and leaves Rio had crawled out of when she was summoned. Though it was barely there to Agatha. Instead, she was taking in the most comforting scent in the word.
Rio. Rio. Rio.
“So..how long do we have till they figure out you've slept with Death?”
Agatha paused for a few seconds before letting out a soft laugh. She kissed the top of her head again. The woman had such a strong craving for more. Briefly she had a thought to kick Rio down to the ground, straddle her and remind her who she belonged to.
Yet, times had changed. For a moment she wondered if she had become more soft with age.
All she desired was existing with her like this. Working through her tangles, making small jokes and laughing together. In a way, it didn’t even feel as if they were lost on The Witches Road. Agatha had found her way home. No matter where she was, what would happen, Rio was her safety. She didn’t feel she belonged anywhere if Rio wasn’t beside her.
“I’m not sure which is morally worse. Sleeping with her or marrying her” Agatha said, letting her fingers start to comb through her hair.
“Dealers choice..” They whispered in sync.
Both of them took a second before once again falling into a soft fit of laughter. Another secure and warm moment. One where they were reminded of just how in tune they were with one another. A tie that would never be broken. Two lost souls became one. The blood pact they made centuries ago in the moonlight still locked them together.
Rio leaned back to rest her head against Agatha's abdomen. Her soft laughter was cut off with the tiniest yawn Agatha had to withhold whimpering over. It made her melt on the spot.
The other woman at times was so fragile to her. Even if she was Lady Death to everyone else, Agatha knew she was simply the softest being to exist. She understood why every soul feared her. Yet, she would never be able to do so when she knew this version was the true Lady Death.
“Close your eyes, love” Agatha whispered.
“I'm fine, not that tired,”
The woman fondly smiled over the memories of this familiar back and forth. Rio would always put up a fight, Agatha would simply count down until she fell asleep in her arms. The moment only added to the two words ringing in Agatha’s mind.
Welcome home.
“Mhm,” Agatha hummed, knowing damn well that was a lie. “Bet you'll be a goner within two minutes”
“You're wrong”
The witch swooned as the voice became smaller with each word. Rio was almost pouting in the way she argued. Agatha was already able to imagine the little ‘I told you so’ speech she'd give once Rio woke up. Like clockwork, she counted down the hundred and twenty seconds until Rio’s breathing became steady. How her head tilted softly to the side, eyes closed, her body melting completely into her.
Predictable.
When Rio would wake up hours later, Agatha’s back would be sore from sitting on the log. She’d have zero complaints. Especially knowing Rio would find any excuse to dig her palms into her back, giving her a soft massage to ease the ache.
The thought alone should scare her. How it'd show her in a different light to the others, leaving her open and vulnerable. The others would see how dangerously in love she was with Rio Vidal. Maybe they’d realize why she didn't fear The Witches Road. Agatha knew her ultimate death wouldn't be road, The Salem Seven, The Scarlet Witch, no one else. It'd be her lifeline, love of her life, her soulmate.
Agatha could see them walking the path with Rio in tow. When they would stop to decide their next move, she could nearly feel the woman pressed up against her back. The way she’d drag her hands along her spine, palms digging into the strong aches, undoing the tight knots with ease. How her chin would rest on her shoulder, possibly even press a kiss against it.
Rio was always shameless about her love for Agatha. It had shown since she was summoned earlier that day. Not even a second after digging herself up from the ground, she was offering a flower to Agatha. Making sure to say a soft,
My lady.
Agatha could already predict the other’s faces. How they’d heavily twist into shock and confusion. After all, the two had already threatened to kill the other multiple times today alone. Just the idea of Rio being so clingy while finding entertainment off the other’s bewildered wide open stares- it was all so beautiful to her. She felt amazed how the worries slipped away. Maybe it was the time apart, the subtle meaningless comment Jen had made, the idea of losing Rio to someone else. Who knows? Agatha was simply relieved she wouldn’t be able to argue it.
For once in her life, she felt safe to be loved. Plus another positive to it? Well, Agatha had one single thought that made her feel that familiar wave of possessiveness once more.
They'll know who she belongs to.