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Had Wanda not been serious then Agatha probably would not have humoured the choices her girlfriend had presented her with so far. The latest of which being an app offered up half-heartedly as if already expecting a negative response. Agatha had of course rolled her eyes and shook her head, there was no way in hell A + W, ‘couple looking for a fun third’, was ever going on unHinged.
Wanda had then gone away to consider other options and the topic had fallen quiet for those days. Though for Agatha it had been immediately clear when her other half had landed on something. It had to be something or someone quite juicy for Wanda to not bring it up just yet considering she hadn't been particularly shy about the whole idea. Having orchestrated moments of natural conversations to bring the topic up to no avail, Agatha exercised patience and kept her sarcasm at a minimum to tease it out.
But when it did -
She laughed - suddenly and loud. Still, Wanda stood firm with her hands on her hips.
Agatha snorts, “a threesome with our neighbour's gardener? What is this a porno? No- it’s a trashy dime novel!” She didn’t stop there. “Better yet, one of us is going to fall in love with the gardener!”
This thing that Wanda had been keeping shtum on was some housewife/gardener fantasy?
Wanda rolled her eyes in amusement but held back her quip about them filming it and making the porno a reality. Instead, happy to let Agatha rant, in a way this was exactly the outcome she’d hoped for.
A discussion about sexual fantasies some weeks ago had become a game of chicken, the push and pull of a genuine desire to be fucked by someone else and experience it in part through the reflection of Agatha’s eyes but never really sure if Agatha would reign it in and say no or see just how far Wanda would run with it.
To some it might seem self-destructive but for Wanda it was like finally getting a peek behind the curtain. A quick rush of adrenaline when she’d caught the other woman in a moment of provocation. Felt like a weight off her chest when the monotony was broken, Wanda could thrive in a little bit of chaos, like it was second nature.
Even though they’d been together for a year now, Agatha was still a bit of a mystery, Wanda would be lying if that wasn’t one of things that kept her interested. In the beginning Agatha had been flamboyant with an effortless charm. There was something about her poise and heavy handed control that settled Wanda.
Having met Agatha at a time when she was desperate for a normal, safe and stable environment, she’d forged ahead with dating, and now living with Agatha, to create her own mundanity. It was a world of her own building, choosing to see Agatha through rose tinted glasses, to create her own prison as she rejected her own uninhibited nature instead willing to hand it over.
Shrouded in purple smoke and daggers in some ways, never truly relaxed in Wanda’s presence. At first there was an ease with Agatha. As time went on Wanda realised much to her own relief that Agatha wasn’t the picture-perfect robotic image she’d made her out to be in her mind, just an equally flawed person that kept Wanda at a distance.
It was particularly startling to Wanda at first, but now? Now she enjoys poking and prodding. She liked seeing how she could peg back Agatha and in turn how Agatha would pin her down and put her in her place again. Maybe it was boredom, maybe it was all the ways that the usual resentment that could grow in a relationship when neither was particularly honest with the other. It was both affirming and masochistic.
This time the stakes were a little higher. A much bigger pay out. Still gratifying whatever the outcome.
“Who are you afraid for? Will it be you falling for the gardener?” Wanda teased. “Maybe she’ll even show up with a bouquet of flowers.”
Agatha levelled her with a sardonic drawl, “Do you want to convince me or not?” Wanda hummed, realising that yes, she really did want to convince her, god she wanted this.
She nodded as earnestly as she could, if she played into the submissive innocent look then Agatha would surely love the power of having the final say.
“Please, baby,” she husked, laying it on that little bit thicker.
Agatha clicked her tongue and cast a shrewd look over her girlfriend. Arms crossed, ready to enter the negotiation. “Why don’t we meet her? In a group setting, somewhere neutral. An event that has nothing to do with us and we can go from there.”
Wanda relaxed even further into her seat on the couch already thinking ahead. “Perfect, I bumped into her at Ralph’s and she mentioned she’d be at Jen’s party. You’ll love her.”
Careful to keep Wanda from getting too ahead of herself she jumped in, “but if she’s not the option then we move on.”
“We move on,” Wanda agreed. Bawk bawk, she thought impishly.
Ahead of the weekend, the couple had peppered each other with acceptable rules for any sexual partner.
“She cannot be too chatty.”
“I wouldn’t worry, no one can keep up with you honey.”
“What does that mean?”
“Just no one else can talk me into an orgasm like you.”
That had satisfied Agatha into silence.
Wanda had been very exorbitant with her fantasy in the final days before they’d got to the party. She’d been patient up until that moment to get Agatha to warm to the idea but now the safety was off and she was enjoying seeing her suggestions land and push harder.
“Maybe you can’t touch whilst she has her way with me?”
Agatha listened carefully, “and you’re watching me come, over and over. Don’t you want to see me all wrecked?”
It was a titillating thought, Wanda did always look so pretty when she came. “It’d be so sexy to see you jealous. To make you watch. To have you lay there and see someone else fuck me.”
It was as close to a sneer as Wanda could muster and Agatha would’ve smirked if she hadn’t just realised what Wanda was asking. The seed had been planted weeks ago but Agatha was seeing the fruits becoming a reality, she’d known the fantasy was for Wanda to be with someone else but she’d ignored the obvious motivations.
Wanda had been leaving a trail of clues and guided Agatha straight into her trap, it was almost impressive.
The metaphorical leash felt tight around her neck in a way that was thrilling, Wanda didn’t need to know it wasn’t jealousy she’d felt flood her body. Agatha wasn’t going to pull out now, curiosity guiding her into the lion's den.
Friday evening came around quickly with little time to ruminate on what was to be a stick or twist moment. They’d walked into Jen’s house and were immediately pulled into the motions of the gathering with little fanfare. Plenty of people already in attendance to keep them occupied, Jen was nothing if not a popular person.
Jen had ensured a warm and inviting ambiance, fire blazing in the living room, a spread in the dining room and soft-jazz playing in the background.
Not even an hour into the evening when the calm was startled. A door had closed behind someone a little too loudly and a few excited voices caught Agatha’s attention. There were a few murmurs of welcome and excited ‘hey’s’ as someone entered the fray. The person was pulled into a few hugs but with their back to Agatha she couldn’t quite see who it was. Dark hair and a denim jacket wasn’t much to go on.
Just as Agatha was turning back around- “Ow!”, a quiet yelp escaped her mouth as Wanda elbowed her in the ribs. Rubbing her side with a glare, “what the hell was that for?”
Wanda gestured with her head back to the person near the entrance. “That’s her, that’s Rio.” Her words were a little too loud for someone hinting for Agatha to stare at a stranger. Agatha cast a withering glance around the room to make sure no one was paying them any attention before startling.
Wait- Rio. Gardener.
With even less tact Agatha spun around and froze. Her stomach dropped in recognition. The universe had clearly decided to play a practical joke on her. Of course this was the person Wanda had chosen.
The beautiful stranger that Agatha sometimes still fantasised about from time to time.
As if sensing eyes on her, Rio had looked up at that exact moment and met Agatha’s stare head on. Surprise passed across Rio’s features but then she was smiling earnestly, clearly taken back but not unpleasantly.
It seemed like maybe Rio remembered her, too. Agatha looked back to the hopeful smile on Wanda’s face then back toward her as if in slow motion - who continued to stare back at them, well, at Agatha.
The memories flooded her brain in full force.
It hadn’t been anything more than a brief encounter but the moment had burned itself into Agatha’s memories. The card that Rio had given her was lost somewhere in a jacket in her closet but she’d remembered the cardboard in her hands, remembered tracing the words written on it as she’d left Agatha at the bar that night.
It was just a chance meeting. Agatha had just been handed her drink by the bartender when a body had bumped into her, knocking liquid all down her hand. Her anger had been immediately smothered by dark eyes and apologies from a breathy voice against her ear and cheek.
Normally the gentle hand on her lower back would’ve had her hackles up - nostrils flaring in fury but the warm vanilla scent that filled them combined with the tooth gap on display seemed to turn her into a docile house cat instead of the usual ferocious tiger.
Rio had replaced her drink and they’d chatted. Agatha didn’t know for how long they’d talked for but the arousal churned viciously in her stomach, barely able to tear their eyes away from one another. At some point Rio had replaced her drink again, but soon she was apologising and departing. Leaving Agatha with only a business card with her name on it - Rio Vidal.
Tipsy and horny she had looked to someone who would actually take her home that night and the spell had passed. But Agatha had kept the card.
Blinking out of her memories, Agatha returned to her body. Relieved when Rio didn’t approach and turned back to her welcome party. After a moment the smile on Wanda’s face settled into a frown, Agatha’s silence unusual.
“What’s wrong? Do you know her?”
The brief openness of Agatha’s expression was gone in a second. “No, nothing’s wrong. She’s just not what I was expecting.” Giving an easy shrug, Agatha turned away and took a sip from her wine glass.
Wanda kept staring over her shoulder where Agatha had fixed her gaze for a beat longer. “But beautiful, right? Do you think?”
Wine glass suddenly upturned and empty, Agatha gulped the liquid down noisily. “Mmhmm!”
Any worries on Wanda’s face were gone again as she smiled at Agatha, taking the noise to be a positive affirmation. “I’m glad.” They both let the moment pass, not eager to rush the issue. Jumping back into a discussion with Lilia and some of her queer book club on the importance of maintaining these communal ties with evenings like tonight.
Agatha only didn’t roll her eyes because she’d tried to steal a subtle look over her shoulder when she saw a blur of denim. She blinked and Rio was gone. Probably into the dining room to greet the hostess who had been gladly imparting her recipes on a polite guest.
The evening had been nondescript after that. Nice, but Agatha wouldn’t ever describe a shindig that Jen hosted as anything more than that. Up until the moment she’d returned from the bathroom and heard the familiar laugh of Wanda from across the room.
Agatha stopped in her tracks, took in the scene in front of her and quickly moved to the side of the room between bodies. Finding a comfortable wall to lean against, to spy from, as conspicuously as Agatha did anything. Could’ve been holding binoculars and people would’ve noticed her staring less.
It was a strange sight. Your girlfriend flirting with someone else.
Wanda brushed Rio's bicep for what must’ve been the third time and threw her head back into a laugh. It started to feel heavy handed. Even a stranger unawares of their relationship seeing this would probably find her staring now justifiable.
Maybe Wanda had undersold how well she’d known her or was extremely rusty with her flirting. Agatha had only considered that thought for a split second before bemusedly settling on the latter. She may be many things but Wanda was not shy or subtle.
Besides Agatha would’ve recalled her being mentioned, would’ve sensed her. Rio, the stubborn voice in the back of her head reminded her. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know it.
Agatha picked at the loose skin at her nails and frowned. It was one meeting, one encounter, why did it even matter? Why couldn’t she let it go?
The truth was no one had made her feel so feral and turned on from just a conversation. No one else did she click with so quickly, so desperately it made her feel starved. She could’ve fed on it all night if they hadn’t parted ways.
When Wanda arrived back at her side Agatha wasn’t sure how long she’d stood there but the redhead was practically vibrating. A red blush on her cheeks that definitely wasn’t make-up and a bright smile. It cemented a fear that Agatha had sensed was coming - a cruel universal prank, the woman that Wanda wanted was Rio and she would have to watch it happen in a cruel twist of fate.
After some shared words Wanda had insisted she mingle some more, Agatha took the hint and the drink shoved into her hands. Then took the physical push toward the group standing by the fireplace with an eye roll. Rio stood among them.
Agatha took the scenic route. She meandered past a few people with a fake smile, even stopped to appreciate a painting on the wall. One she’d seen plenty of times before but maybe this was the time she actually enjoyed it. From the corner of her eye she could see Wanda rolling her eyes. Okay fine!
She spun round and bumped into the nearest person - “Agatha! Hi there dear!”
Oh it was- “Sharon, this is a surprise.” Agatha frowned and then looked up to realise she’d stumbled into the group with Rio directly opposite.
Sharon was already talking but Agatha didn’t hear it. Up close, Agatha could really take all of Rio in. The way her mouth was the same, eyes still as inviting as ever but her dark bangs had grown out, Agatha appreciated how they framed her face.
Rio in turn was also cataloguing, eyes roaming up and down her figure before landing on Agatha’s face. They continued staring at each other, Sharon completely unawares.
“...getting some tips from Rio on bush maintenance and I was just explaining that I’d heard from some of the other wonderful ladies here about scissoring and if it was something I should do for my garden.”
Rio snorted, hiding her smile behind her drink. “I’ve dabbled with a few gardening magazines buuuuut there might be some things I need to Google. I know, I know! Me? Doing Google’s of all things! But I’ve been having lessons. You know, I have Google right on my mobile phone”--
Rio’s eyes widened and her hand shot out to grab Sharon’s arm. “No-no, why don’t you hold off? It’s a social gathering after all and I’m sure there are plenty of people here who would love to help.”
The older woman looked between them with a bright smile. “Gosh, you are right! Tell me, where can I find a gal pal?”
There was a long pause before they all erupted in laughter. It was only then that Agatha realised there were other people around them, entirely too focused on Rio, and only acknowledging Sharon through her sheer absurdity.
“I’m sure we can find you someone Sharon,” someone chimed in with a giggle, “there are plenty of people who love their women older.” That pulled a delighted laugh from Sharon, clearly not quite sure what she was asking for.
Agatha found Rio’s eyes again, expression one of equal disbelief. How the hell had Mrs Hart made it here. Did Jen know? Either way she would not be staying in this situation any longer, Rio be damned, Wanda could yell at her later.
Agatha downed the liquid in her glass and looked at it in surprise. “Oh gosh, I’ve finished my drink,” she said, completely too pleased with herself when Rio jumped in, “Why don’t we get you topped up, sounds like our fellow scissor sisters have a few things to teach Mrs Davis here.”
Rio gestured for them to walk away, leading the charge fully expecting Agatha to follow. Behind her Agatha mouthing out a confused ‘Mrs Davis’, surging forward to quickly place her empty glass on the nearby mantle. That one would take a minute to find.
Agatha always made sure she found herself with a few different drinks throughout the night, firstly, because boy did she need them, and secondly to leave them on the counters without a coaster.
It became a game, watching as mid-conversation Jen spotted another sweating glass on her counters, eyebrow twitching as she glared around the room.
That’s what she deserved for making people take off their shoes when entering her home. Only sociopaths hosted a party and asked people to get their feet out!
And that was how Agatha found her socked feet in Jen’s kitchen staring at Rio’s back as she pulled out two beers from the fridge.
“Had to bring these myself. Jen refuses to buy my watered down piss. Her words, not mine.”
Accepting a bottle from Rio’s outstretched hand seemed innocuous enough until their fingers brushed and a spark shot up her arm and almost forced her to drop it.
Rio seemed just as affected by the action, pulling their hand away slowly with a furrowed brow.
Pushing past that moment Agatha looked down at the bottle in her hand and smiled. That was a lot of condensation. Even going so far as to take a messy sip ensuring some beer dribbled down the sides. This was going to be the start of coaster-gate.
Though when she glanced up she found Rio staring at her lips. The other woman quickly gestured, “You have a little-” Agatha swiped at her mouth with the back of her hand and cleared her throat.
The sticky foam glistened on the skin of her hand under the dim lights.
Agatha tried hard to not think about sticky skin. Unsuccessfully.
“Thanks.”
The denim jacket Rio had been wearing had since been lost to the night, on display was a cropped button up shirt with the cuffs folded. It left most of her arms on display and Agatha traced the skin with her eyes. The prominent veins of Rio’s forearms pulsed against her tan skin and reminded Agatha that she was really a living, breathing person.
This was really happening. Rio stood in front of her in the flesh, in Jen’s kitchen of all places.
“Agatha.” Not a question, not quite a greeting either, nodding as she said it like Rio was remembering she could say her name aloud.
“Rio,” Agatha returned, meeting her there.
They both took a sip, mirroring lifting the bottle to lips, eyes firmly on the other. “Surprised to see you here?” The lilt at the end of the sentence made it clear Agatha was fishing. The response was immediate, an assured laugh erupted from Rio.
“Really? I’ve known Jen for years,” Agatha frowned but let her continue. “I was just going to say it was surprising to see you.”
Pulling her brows together in concentration, Agatha tried to tug at any memory or passing mention of Rio from Jen unsuccessfully. Many months of shared wine bottles spent here, although a lot of those memories blurred together with dangerous levels of alcohol consumption. Though if Agatha were to look a little closer she did avoid the nights when Jen mentioned her friends were gathering.
Even Jen’s décor was minimalist, sophisticated in a way that Agatha begrudgingly found impressive. It meant there were hardly any photographs in the open spaces, a few here and there, instead mostly opting for statement pieces.
“I was actually banned from here for a while. Tracked in dirt all across Jen’s new cream carpet, hence the shoeless rule.” Rio looked down and wiggled her sock covered toes. They were green with some cartoon character on them and Agatha hated how cute she found them.
“But I do her landscaping,” she continued, stepping confidently into Agatha’s orbit, going so far as to reach around to a leafy plant on the counter next to her, “even birthed a few plants like this guy here.”
Rio’s attention was firmly on the plant, fingers stroked leaves softly and Agatha stared unabashedly. First raking across Rio’s figure so close to her own and then down to her hands, nails trimmed and tidy, silver ring on her thumb. The gentle caressing motion across the leaves left an envious ache in her belly.
“I can’t believe we’ve never crossed paths,” her voice was a little shaky as she forced any inappropriate thoughts from her head. Though she ruminated on the length of said fingers, providing her with plenty of inspiration.
“I suppose we were two ships passing in the night…” Rio said with an air of mocking wistfulness.
Agatha snorted, “or maybe Jen didn’t think we’d place nice.” If it was possible Rio leaned even closer and Agatha held her breath. Watched as Rio’s eyes darted to her mouth before dropping painfully slow to her chest where her braless nipples poked through her shirt.
“Do you not play nice, Agatha?”
The temperature in the room suddenly shot up and the material of Agatha’s shirt suddenly felt oppressive. Could feel the heat radiating from Rio’s body, making it that much harder for Agatha to answer.
Luckily, or unluckily, Rio seemed to be caught in two minds, pulling away with a pensive look. Agatha immediately noticed the absence of Rio’s body and immediately wished she could pull her back in.
“After…” Agatha hummed to try and get Rio to keep talking. “After that night at the bar I went back looking for you. I even thought I saw you a few times.” Maybe it was just my mind playing tricks on me.
No further details were added, they both knew the night in question. Rio had a far away look, seemingly lost in the memories.
“You seemed to disappear.” You didn’t call.
Agatha gave a half shrug in lieu of a real answer, giving herself an extra moment to settle the nerves. She didn't want to think too hard about missed opportunities.
“Was new in town, work kept me busy. Met Wanda… and Jen and Alice.” She tacked onto the end, not really sure why. “They helped me settle in and well, here we are.”
“And Wanda…?”
“We’re together." Agatha answers quickly. Rio tried not to look too surprised and nods like she’s mulling that over, still not putting any distance between them.
Taking a pull on her beer, Rio gestures to Wanda in the other room as though it wasn’t already clear who they were talking about. “How long have you been dating?”
It felt like a challenge, dating was a more palatable term, something that had flexibility. Apparently it did.
“Over a year now.” Rio doesn’t say anything and words keep falling from Agatha’s mouth.
“Didn’t think I’d be u-hauling but that’s Wanda for you! Before you know it you’re in a small suburb living out tv show clichés with no idea how you got here.”
Shrugging with a flourish of her wrist in a desperate attempt to keep her outburst dry and humorous but landing too close to the truth.
What was wrong with her? Agatha sighed to herself, eyes closed for a beat longer than needed.
This was undoubtedly a contrast to when they’d met all that time ago. What was once a mutual, flirty affair between two people was a stilted conversation overshadowed by two people clearly trying to pretend like that past wasn’t still a present reality. Because Agatha had Wanda now and Wanda wanted Rio - physically at least, so whatever this was needed to be simple and not, well whatever this was.
Rio blinks slowly at her. Agatha watches as thick lashes lull her into a brief moment of still. Is this one of those cat tricks? Why did she feel under the microscope? They were here to see if Rio would be a good fit, a safe choice, but the thudding organ in Agatha’s ribcage felt anything but safe and it was as though Rio could see it through her clothes.
As if sensing an opening, a bruise to be pressed on, Rio spoke. “She seems great. Very beautiful, too.”
Agatha nodded quickly, did she always nod this much or aggressively? She tacked on a smile for good measure and hoped it looked natural. “She is- great, she’s great.”
“And she thinks so too… I mean about you, she told me.” Rio cocked an eyebrow, tongue firmly pressed to the inside of her cheek. “That you’re beautiful.”
“And what about you?” Agatha’s skin itched but she replied instantly.
“Yeah- you have a certain allure. More Wanda’s thing than mine, but it works for you.” Rio chuckled to herself, leaning into the absurdity of the conversation.
“I mean, do you think Wanda is beautiful?” Agatha frowned. “She’s my girlfriend, of course I do.”
Rio had the nerve to look bashful, hands raised apologetically but Agatha felt like she was being examined. The hair on the back of her neck rose and Agatha found she no longer wanted to be in this conversation, unsure how it seemed to get away from her. She’d definitely agreed Wanda was great. Wait, no, that she was beautiful. A frown permanently fixed on her face at this point.
Deep breath in and hold, one, two, three. Repeat three times. Agatha knew she was attracted to Rio, fine, sue her. It didn’t fully explain why she’d been making a complete fool of herself this evening. Agatha could write this off as a blip, the pending awkwardness of what they were going to ask Rio stretching the boundaries of her limits.
But there was something else, something she’d felt when they first met. Agatha had hoped it was a fluke. There was an irresistible chemistry. Every time their eyes met she felt seen, as though they’d had known each other for much longer. Purely physical, she insisted to herself.
And the spell would surely be broken if all went well and she saw Rio with Wanda. It will be broken, Agatha thinks. It should be hot, that was the point and she could enjoy the view but the attraction would dissipate when the moment passed. Maybe even completely collapse inwards when she watched Wanda all over her.
She was doing this for Wanda after all. If it so happened that the person they found was someone she’d found beautiful, someone she had wanted at a point in time, so be it. All the more material for her to self-flagellate.
A snort interrupts her thoughts. “I think you’re beautiful too, by the way.”
“I never said you were beautiful.” She mutters but Rio ignores her. Heat spreading across her chest and up her neck. “Just figured since we were all exchanging compliments.”
They held each other's stare for a beat before Agatha broke it with a frown and roll of her eyes. Tossing her hair over her shoulder in a show of indifference. “Glad we could clear that up!”
Silence settled over them. Neither rushed to break it even as it stretched uncomfortably.
Rio had managed to get under her skin and was settled in, then gone a step further and took out a lease, furnished the place.
Searching for a constant, Agatha glanced around the room to catalogue and rank the locations to put her now almost empty bottle. Most of the surfaces were too easy to clean, too expected. No, this wouldn’t do, after all Agatha was an artist. She eyed the pile of fashion catalogues that she knew Jen ordered in specially.
Agatha stared at them for a moment longer, very aware of Rio’s eyes burning into the side of her head. She could hold out for longer than this, she was stubborn, she had no problem sitting in the silen-“Are you seeing anyone? Attached?”
Jaw grinding in frustration when the response was immediate, like Rio had been expecting her to break. “Single as they come,” said with intention but Agatha didn’t linger on it.
“Anyone here catch your eye?” Rio’s smirk widened but she didn’t answer.
That relieved Agatha, “good, that’s good.” Letting out a deep breath through her nose. Why was that good again? It seemed like Rio was wondering the same thing, an endearing crease appeared between her eyebrows.
“Just that- I think you’ll be pleased. It’s reciprocated.”
Critical eyes rolled up and down Agatha's body as though there was a piece of the puzzle she was missing hidden somewhere amongst her clothes. God, Agatha thought, she’d taken an already strange situation and made it more awkward.
“Is this some sort of game? With you and Wanda?”
Rio paused mid-frown. “Last year, when we met at that bar. I thought-”
“You thought what?” Agatha hated the way her pulse raced, how her voice faltered- hated how her body reacted against her will.
She thought back to when they met, to the exchange that had ultimately amounted to nothing on the night. The business card heavy between her fingertips, the shared touches, lingering glances and flirty conversation had lived on in her fantasy. It had moved and shifted in her imagination, so much so that Agatha had chosen to accept she’d romanticised the whole thing.
This was living and breathing proof it wasn’t a fantasy. Her heart pounded in her ribcage.
“Rio, what do you think this is?”
Rio sputtered for a second, jaw slack as she tried to find words. “I don’t know…” Rio gestured with her hands wildly, unable to quite convey her grasp of the situation. The beer in her hand swayed and drops of foam splattered on the tiled floor.
Agatha smiled briefly at the sight before she tuned back into Rio’s ramblings.
“I thought you and I-” Rio shook her head of the thought and Agatha wanted desperately to rattle her head further to bring it back like some kind of broken magic eight ball. “Earlier with Wanda- but now I know that you and Wanda are together…”
She seemed to be piecing it together in real time and she mouthed an ‘oh’ slowly. This was mortifying, Agatha thought. When she met Rio’s gaze, her wide eyes were dancing in amusement.
“So the two of you saw me from across the room, huh?” Agatha groaned and furiously brushed past the other woman in search of more alcohol. If she was going to be humiliated she’d rather it happen with a drink in her hand - in this case drinking all of Rio’s beer felt like a small act of justice.
Once again, Agatha tried not to think too hard about the need to wrap her lips around the neck of Rio’s beer bottle whilst Rio did everything she could not to stare as she did so.
“Did you like my vibe or was it something else?” She teased, watching Agatha take what was hers with delight.
Next to her Agatha had caught her own flushed face in the reflection of the refrigerator door and frowned. She didn’t even look like herself, no, no this wouldn’t do.
Agatha twisted off the top, pulled her shoulders back and stepped into Rio’s space.
Showing a small mercy or simply unprepared for the sudden intrusion, Rio allowed herself to be pinned back. Smirk dropping from her face.
“I most certainly do not like your ‘vibe’.” Agatha dragged her eyes up and down Rio’s body with a scoff. A tingle zapped up her spine seeing the dilation of Rio’s eyes and her throat work with a gulp.
She crossed her arms across her chest, the now prominent cleft of her breasts pushed together and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“You’re barely on my radar, actually.” A truly pathetic lie, even by Agatha’s standards. Sure, up until now she hadn’t known Rio was so close, just out of reach, but this conversation had been a stark reminder how untrue that really was.
“If you’re not interested then we can look elsewhere.” Pleased when Rio shook her head immediately.
“I never said that,” Rio interjected, seeming to sense what she needed to hear, “I’m interested.” A painfully sincere addition to a preposterous situation.
Agatha let the words settle, felt them massaging her bruised ego and suddenly felt tall leaning slightly over Rio.
When Agatha didn’t say anything else, Rio piped up with a small smile, “I did not think this is how this night would end up.”
Hips canting forward still pinning Rio to the counter, her actions were contrary to her next words. “Well, don’t get too excited. Nothing is happening this evening.”
Agatha sighed heavily and Rio wasn’t quite sure why, a threesome should surely be more exciting no? At least she could feel herself getting excited and had to remind herself where they were.
Not at all cognizant to the internal conflict that was ongoing inside Agatha’s brain. The way her body did one thing but her mind was trying to override and self-correct to a more familiar realm of control. This isn’t about Rio, Agatha thought. Knew she found Rio attractive, that any evening they spent together would ignite something inside her and roll around and burn up inside her in a way that would hurt so good and it was certifiably nuts that Agatha felt like it couldn’t be anyone but Rio.
The pragmatic person in her knew they wouldn’t have a problem practically with Rio, had been unfortunately too aware where she sat with choosing Rio but ultimately was aware it was for Wanda to have the final say.
“You should talk to Wanda some more, see if there’s something there.” Agatha saw the flicker of a frown pass across Rio’s face but it was gone in a flash. Replaced with a cool indifference, nodding in response to Agatha’s words.
“I don’t think that’ll be a problem,” the way Rio stared at her mouth it was obvious she wasn’t talking about Wanda. “I’m interested.”
But she sensed in the way Agatha stepped away it was less of a suggestion and more of a demand.
“Okay, Agatha.”
Rio stood up straighter when nothing else was said and walked out the room.
Agatha didn’t watch her go. Exhaling completely for the first time since Rio had arrived that night. Slumping against the counter in exhaustion.
The vein on her forehead throbbed, her hormones having peaked and dropped sharply. Feelings that had previously fallen into atrophy getting a run out. Agatha took several deep breaths, the familiarity of having someone falter under her gaze and follow her orders grounded her. The heat of attraction she’d felt near her hips could’ve been her undoing but it bolstered her ego into a factory reset.
Agatha shook her out her hair, long wavy tresses settling against her back. Taking a deep breath with her eyes closed to force herself back into familiar skin. This whole thing had been a trip. From Wanda conjuring this whole situation up, to an old sort-of-could’ve-been-flame popping up as if out of the ground to turn it all on its head. Agatha just needed a moment of respite but she was nothing if not adaptable, someone who could make the most of whatever was thrown her way.
The situation was unusual, that was a given. But the challenges that Wanda, and even Rio, had laid out before her were too delicious to ignore. Agatha liked sex. Agatha loved sex. Loved the push-and-pull of dominating. Recently, Wanda had been increasingly testing her limits, the forbidden parts of her lust and it was intriguing, it felt like a game that existed solely under her own thumb. That was what she needed to lean into.
For the foreseeable future her previous behaviour with Rio wouldn’t happen again. There would be no more of the misgivings she’d shown, this was her relationship and arrangement, after all. Agatha would need to be the guiding hand in this arrangement.
Wanda wanted to play games, push buttons, then she could do that but Agatha could exploit this to her favor. That was Wanda’s intended outcome after all, to have Agatha come out of this snarling. It would be less about physically pinning Wanda, slightly more cerebral than what Wanda had hoped for, as she tried to get in Agatha’s head and pull the strings.
The Rio twist was interesting, there’s no way Wanda would’ve known who she was or that they’d met before but Agatha could make this work. Agatha could bend the situation to her will. A double whammy if you like. Take all that Rio had to offer, snatch back the hold she appeared to have on her, and in doing so provide some deprivation and degradation to Wanda’s experience. Wanda would love to loathe that, would get wet at the thought of not getting her way.
Could enjoy seeing Wanda fall into the trap. This particular rug pull had threatened to knock Agatha over and she’d stumbled but she could reclaim some part in this. Taboo being the thing that seemed to bring this whole thing together, they wrestled control between them and rode the uncertainty of where it may lead. Physically Wanda may get to lord it over her, but two beautiful women - ones Agatha found interesting could only be a bonus.
If all went well, they would all have a night to remember.
Once an acceptable amount of time had passed and Agatha had sat through as much of second-hand viewing of Jen’s flirting that she could stomach, she’d sought out Wanda to plan their escape. To no one's surprise she stood with Rio in a corner. Agatha had done well to avoid Rio since their previous conversation.
Without hesitation, Agatha walked across the room confidently and inserted herself between the women. Wanda grinned, barely fazed by her sudden presence.
“Honey, hey, for a second there I thought you’d snuck off and left me here!” Agatha smiled dutifully but wanted to leave the conversation before it could really start.
“Leave without you?” I’m considering it right now if you keep me here, Agatha thought meanly. “Of course not, but it is late so...” She gestured with her head towards the door.
Wanda tutted but looped her arm with Agatha’s. “Fine! But just so you know, Rio and I have been talking,” Wanda wiggled her eyebrows, “She said the two of you came to an understanding earlier and I’m so glad.” Maybe Wanda had enjoyed a few more drinks since she’d last seen her. That was easier to focus on than what exactly Rio may have said.
Rio remained silent, thankfully, and Agatha kept her eyes firmly on the redhead, choosing not to engage.
“Come now Wanda, time for us to go.” Flicking her eyes to Rio briefly but body still firmly facing the redhead.
Being very intentional in hopes of avoiding a painful exchange, “Give Rio your number. We can talk some more another time.” Agatha couldn’t stomach being handed Rio’s business card for a second time.
The number was added to Rio’s phone after only a few clumsy misclicks on the touchpad, and without any further fanfare, the couple said their goodbyes and slipped out of the house.
Rio had exchanged some texts with Wanda after the party. Nothing ground-breaking, a few pleasantries and words of excitement, reiterating that they wanted her. Then eventually an invite to come over so they could talk through practicalities.
She’d been surprised by the agenda and expectations that Wanda had listed in her text. The content hadn’t been surprising, but the tone shift seemed to scream, edited by Agatha, since every conversation held with Wanda up until that moment had been chaotically lively.
Firstly, the text had a subject line with the purpose of engagement detailed: Threesome with Rio Vidal. The agenda had requested she come prepared with a yes/no/maybe list and up to date results from an STI screening.
When Rio had arrived at their place she had barely blinked before succumbing to the energy of Wanda, and gratefully she allowed herself to fall into that. If Rio thought too hard about the way her heart raced in Agatha’s presence or the way her fingers twitched with the need to touch her she’d ultimately crash and burn before the conversation could even take place. Overthinking what it was she was doing here.
Before Rio could get her take in her surroundings or question herself, Wanda had chatted quite comfortably for a good half hour about how Agatha and her had reached the agreement to open up their bedroom.
It was nothing too revealing, nothing that exposed true motivations or provided Rio with any insight into how Agatha felt about the whole thing but whenever she glanced over to Agatha on the couch the blush on her cheeks spoke volumes. Enough to keep Rio desperate for more ways to get Agatha to unravel in front of her.
Though that much had been clear to Agatha, too, she’d fixed her facial features into something sharp, controlled, as she watched Wanda and Rio talk. Unwilling to give an inch, where her body failed her with a blush or a lingering glance on Rio’s lips, she’d channel that to Wanda and shoulder Rio with cold indifference.
“There are some rules, of course.” Wanda said it with a big smile but Rio did not fully relax under Agatha’s scrutiny.
“Of course.” She’d nodded to show she was enthusiastically listening, willing Agatha to crack a smile in her direction. “I’m coming into your bedroom, your safe space and you have your own set of rules. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”
“We’ve discussed the things that we’d like to do with you- if you’re comfortable and agree. We also have some no’s, maybe’s, too.” The young redhead had fiddled with a piece of paper, giddy energy not allowing her to keep still.
“Firstly, you’ll be fucking me only.” Rio dragged her eyes away from Agatha and tried to school her features. It’s not that she wasn’t interested in Wanda, fuck no, she was beautiful but her interest at Jen’s house had been under the murky understanding that whatever was happening between Agatha and her would be on the table.
It was already one of the stranger things Rio had done in the name of attraction. Looking between the two beautiful women in front of her it certainly wasn’t a difficult decision to press on. Especially when she saw the subtle but undeniable smug look on Agatha’s face, like she’d enjoyed getting the upper hand on her.
The challenge that glinted in Agatha’s eyes? That was an enticing surprise. Okay Agatha, game on.
“So, not a threesome?” Rio sought to clarify.
“I have a fantasy about being watched. More specifically having Agatha watch me fucking someone else. The feeling of being the object of both your desires, getting to decide the situation and Agatha enjoying seeing me take pleasure… it just feels so sexy to me." It was clear Wanda had wanted to feel in charge from the succinct description alone.
Rio blinked away her shock, quirked an eyebrow and turned to Agatha. “So you…”
“I will be watching. Wanda can touch me but you should focus your attention on Wanda.” Agatha said it so matter of fact, like there weren’t layers of hidden truths in her agreement to the situation. Maybe if she did concentrate on Wanda then she wouldn’t fall to her wavering will-power when it came to her attraction to Rio. If she kept her focus on Wanda then she could find calm… authority.
Agatha leant back on the sofa with a possessive arm slung over the back of Wanda’s shoulders and legs spread with an attempted look of ease. Looking closer, Rio could see the throbbing vein on her neck and the fingers tapping impatiently on her thigh. Whole body taut with practiced indifference.
Rio now recognised the power-play between the two in the fantasy, having initially been too focused on how Agatha was drawing the line between them that she’d almost missed the purposeful nonchalance to Wanda’s words. Or maybe now they were jabs from Wanda, Rio thought.
Agatha was also playing a game with Wanda, or vice versa, and the performance wasn’t just for her benefit. It didn’t appear to Rio as discomfort between them, rather a part of the foreplay, part of the mental gymnastics that allowed them to feel in control of what was happening. They were all pushing and pulling on each other's sanity.
“That won’t be a problem, will it?” Wanda had trapped her worried lip between her teeth and Rio fixed her with a gentle expression. The redhead was undoubtedly stunning and Rio was certainly interested, getting mixed up in their relationship would perhaps be a taboo too far for someone else, but Rio had never been a sane individual.
The more she thought about it, getting to have Wanda under the intense gaze of Agatha seemed to be one of the most single erotic thoughts she could imagine. “Fuck no, it sounds hot.”
Agatha couldn’t seem to contain the snort that escaped her body, tried to cover it with a cough and smother the reactions with a glare but the damage was already done. Between Wanda’s smug side-eye and the toothy grin on Rio’s face, Agatha was scowling.
After some general exchanges about the fantasy, they jumped into the practicalities. When would be a good time, any physical limitations, all happily agreeing to meet again at Wanda and Agatha’s place on the big night. The safe comfort of their guest bedroom, not too impersonal like a hotel room, not too personal like their bedroom but somewhere still with home advantage.
They talked through a long list of yes’s - nudity, dirty talk, touching, penetration, spanking, a varied list of positions - some of which Wanda had provided pictures for. Some looked like Wiki How-To art to Rio, like Wanda was too shy to show real people having sex, which seemed comical in contrast to her legs jumping up and down excitedly at the thought of cockwarming.
Rio was no prude but even the tips of her ears burned at the detailed ways Wanda explained she wanted the engagement to go. Though it was much appreciated, the structure and ordered approach to the whole thing seemed to create a safe space for them to progress and Rio didn’t need to stop and overthink the engagement anymore than she already had.
The enthusiasm that Wanda showed was affirming, between that and the way Agatha continued to stare at her as they spoke reminded her why she’d agreed. Whatever this was had been intriguing and arousing since Rio had first understood what the couple had wanted with her at Jen’s party.
At some point though, as if sensing the heat from Rio’s fervent gaze Agatha had cut in and driven the point of the game home. “The whole night should be about Wanda’s pleasure.” It was just as much a reminder to herself that Wanda was at the centre of this, willing to try and push Agatha to her limit, with Rio seemingly itching to do the same. And Agatha would not wield, she’d bend but not break, fully believing any challenge was an opportunity to regain the upper hand. Seeing her two challenges together could be an erotic power play she’d never anticipated.
There was only one moment that Agatha and Rio had been left alone together. Their ‘meeting’ had wrapped up, Wanda excused herself to the bathroom and left them in a moment of silence. Once Wanda had disappeared from view Agatha had swiftly picked up the empty glasses from the coffee table and taken them to the kitchen to escape any awkwardness.
After taking the first step Agatha immediately knew she was being followed. Her body having grown familiar with Rio’s presence already. Could feel the heat of Rio’s body and the echoed patter of a second pair of feet on the hardwood floor.
Putting the two glasses on the counter, Agatha had stubbornly considered refusing to turn around and face Rio. After a split-second she’d figured that Rio might think too much of herself if allowed to dictate Agatha’s behaviour.
Facing Rio was easy enough. Making the smile on her face look indifferent resulted in a crooked grimace. Rio jumped straight into it, giving Agatha no time at all to read her expression. “I noticed at no point did you indicate a hard no to us touching.”
The retort was instant, pulled into a spar that felt as natural as breathing to Agatha. “Well, we’ll be in close quarters. I’m sure we’ll touch each other.”
“That’s not what that means and I know you know that.” Agatha hummed noncommittedly.
“We’re there to bring Wanda’s fantasy to life, I’m there to watch,” she gave a one-armed shrug, body language haughty and tone detached, “she’ll be the centre of our attention and I don’t want to detract from that in any way. I’m sure we’ll both enjoy ourselves, maybe we’ll come a few times, too, but I don’t want you getting any ideas.”
With a lilt of her head, Rio poked. “Any ideas that this should be about you as well?”
When Agatha said nothing Rio appraised her carefully, dark eyes burning at the thoughts forming behind them. Agatha struggled to not falter under the scrutiny, pulling her shoulders back to stand tall.
Meanwhile Rio licked her lips, practically vibrating at the images she’d been conjuring up.
“I’m going to fuck your girlfriend Agatha.” Agatha sucked in a sudden sharp breath. “You’re going to see her stretching around me and come undone at my hands. I think as much as Wanda wants you to see her, I don’t think you’ll be able to take your eyes off me.” Rio’s voice husky, delivering the words between them with an easy confidence.
Vivid scenes were lighting up Agatha’s brain before she could help it, in fact the more she tried to not imagine it the more graphic and realistic the picture became. But she was nothing if not determined, she focused on the absence in the imagery and smirked. The part that Rio hadn’t fully thought through.
Enjoying the smug look on Rio’s for a second longer, Agatha drank it in, it was cute even, but it wouldn’t last.
“And I will be laying there, just out of reach, where you can’t touch me,” Agatha whispered slowly, watching closely as the pupils of Rio’s eyes dilated and her breathing became laboured.
Humming, she looked between Rio’s eyes and mouth. “Mmm… you’ll be touching Wanda desperate for it to be me, look at you, you’re practically drooling at the thought.” Rio clenched her jaw but seemed to be caught in two minds - to hear more from Agatha’s own tongue or to lash her own.
“Maybe I’ll even touch myself and give you a taste of what you could have.” Agatha tapped her chin playfully, “I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you Rio? Seeing me spread open playing with my pretty pu-”
CLANG
They both turned suddenly to the loud noise. Thankfully it was further away than initially thought. Neither of them sprung apart, too tightly wound in their game of chicken, controlling each muscle in anticipation of the other to pounce in some way but it was enough to break the spell.
“Whooops!” Wanda voice carried from down the hall, having dropped or knocked something over.
“Agatha, could you grab a brush?” Both Agatha and Rio turned to face each other once more, briefly amused but steadfastly challenging in their stares.
“You’re being summoned.” Rio said lightly, fidgeting where she stood, as if she hadn’t been moments from losing her mind from words alone but desperate to not be the first to pull away.
“Agatha?” Rio smiled knowing that time was on her side. With one last withering glance, Agatha sniffed and put some distance between them. This time relaxing into a real smile. If there was something you could count on it was Wanda’s impeccable timing, a little chaotic, but perfect nonetheless.
“Be right with you, Wanda.”
Sensing it was time to go and deciding not to push her luck, Rio inched towards the door. “I’ll leave you to it. Tell Wanda I said goodbye,” she gave a short salute in lieu of a wave.
“I’ll be seeing you, Rio.”
With a bemused expression Rio departed. “Te veo, Agatha.”