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“You’re late,” Agatha sighed, slamming the passenger side door shut. She gave Rio, who looked severely unimpressed with her mood, a pointed look as she fastened her seatbelt.
The second the buckle clicked, her supervisor wordlessly stepped on the gas and sped up the car so fast it made the skin of Agatha’s face stretch toward her ears.
“Jesus fucking christ,” Agatha hissed through her teeth, dramatically grabbing onto her seat. “Carpooling is only a viable option if all passengers make it to their destination alive, Rio.”
She looked at Rio for a reaction, but was only met with a the view of a stoic fixation on the road and a lazy tug on the right side of her mouth.
"¿Cómo está tu gatito?” Rio asked, a casualness to her as if she was asking about the weather.
“No hablo español,” Agatha barked at her, only adding to Rio’s entertainment.
Agatha narrowed her eyes and studied her a bit longer. Too long, maybe; because even if she hadn’t realized how long, the amused expression on Rio’s face when she finally turned to look at her was telling her more than enough.
Agatha looked straight ahead the moment she got caught, making it only worse for herself.
“You like watching me ride you?” Rio said, a thick Spanish lilt to her words. Agatha’s head whipped back to the left as if an elastic had snapped.
“Excuse me?”
Rio just shrugged. Agatha huffed and brushed it off, awkwardly shuffling back and forth on the passenger’s seat.
That was… weird.
“Just keep your eyes on the road.”
Not an hour later, after the both of them were in their respective lab coats and elbow deep into their research project, it happened again.
“Rio!” Agatha called for her supervisor, her nose pressed against her computer screen and her back to the rest of the room. “Rio, can you have a quick look at this?”
At first: no reaction.
“Rio!”
But then—
“I’m gonna come!”
Again, Agatha turned around with a speed that could’ve snapped her neck in half. “What?!”
Rio looked up at her from behind her own screen, completely ignorant. “Hm?”
“What did you— ugh, I said, look at this,” she nodded at her computer. “Please.”
Rio nodded, the poster child of innocence. “Ya sé, Agatha. Te escuché. I say to you: I’m gonna come.”
“That’s not—” Agatha sighed in understanding, turned away, and knocked her head into the corner of her computer screen. Twice. “That’s not how you say that. When I ask you to come over, you say ‘I’ll be right there’ or ‘give me a second’.”
She knew it was no polite way to correct her supervisor, but truth be told; she’d told her more questionable things before.
“Ah. Disculpe, Agatha,” Rio said sincerely, the formality in her voice driving her up the wall.
“Hm, ‘s all good,” Agatha murmured, expecting that to be the end of it.
She should’ve known better.
By lunch, it had happened two more times.
The first one was embarrassing most of all, because one of the PhD students from a different project had been right there, after having asked Agatha a question only Rio could answer.
Agatha had called for her, and a distant “¿sí?” sounded from somewhere down the corridor. Confused, Agatha had craned her neck and shouted: “Where are you?”
“I’m so close, Agatha!”
“What the—” Agatha’s face flushed like she had been struck by a paint bomb. “Excuse our senior, she— she doesn’t speak English very well,” she stammered her way through an explanation. The student chuckled uncomfortably.
“Getting closer! Almost there!”
“Oh for fuck’s—”
When she had finally turned up, none the wiser of course, Agatha had contemplated which tool in the room would be most efficient for digging a hole as Rio walked off with the student, both of them using their hands and feet to understand each other.
The one after that was debatably worse, but undoubtedly less innocent.
This time, it had been Rio who had needed something from her, and so her supervisor had popped up by her work station like a muppet.
“¿Me prestas… tu… cinta métrica?” her supervisor asked, making sure to articulate well as she slowly pulled her hands apart to imitate measuring the desk.
“Sure,” Agatha said, posing as collectedness itself, tipping her chin at the roll of measuring tape on the other side of the desk before diving right back into her data. “‘S right there.”
Rio stepped in and crossed her arms, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. “Give it all to me, Agatha,” she ordered, which could’ve been an honest but unlucky choice of words, if not for the purr in her voice and the glimmer in her eye.
“Rio!” Agatha scolded, slamming her palm on the desk, startling herself with the sound. “You can’t… say it like that,” she continued in a whisper, looking around to see if someone heard.
Rio just wagged a finger at her. “You… no talk… de esa forma… to me.”
And Rio was right, unfortunately, she was, but she was also being a huge fucking asshole right now.
“I apologize, sir,” Agatha said through clenched teeth, knowing full well it would hit Rio right where it hurt.
And when Rio tore her eyes away from her, snatched the measuring tape off the desk and walked off without a word, Agatha knew she was finally gaining ground.
Right before the team was supposed to clock out, the tiebreaker happened.
Agatha needed Rio to confirm the last set of data, and called for her across the room.
Rio must’ve heard her the first time, of course, but apparently she decided Agatha could wait for her.
“Rio,” Agatha whined, dropping all formality. “C’mon, I want to go home.”
But Rio, raging idiot and master of straight faces, tsk’d at her and shouted back: “Make me come, Agatha.”
“What— does that even—”
A few muffled chuckles sounded from multiple desks across the room, and Agatha felt her face heat up again.
“Can you fucking walk yourself over here and validate these numbers so we can all get out of here?” Agatha hissed at the very edge of her patience. But that only seemed to antagonize Rio, who sat back in her chair and calmly placed her forearms on her desk.
“Come. Fucking. Get me.”
The snorts from the other researchers were impossible to ignore this time, and Agatha turned back to face her own screen, scowling— fine, if Rio wanted to be a cunt, she’d do it herself.
But then; she smelled her before she saw her. It had taken Rio less than fifteen seconds to pop up next to her with an apologetic smile on her face.
“Disculpe, Agatha,” she purred in earnest. “¿Dejame ver?”
Agatha stepped aside to give Rio space, curtsying dramatically.
“Ah, gracias, your majesty.”
As Rio zoned in on the numbers on the screen, Agatha growled low in her throat.
“Who’s the pendeja now?”
THREE DAYS PRIOR
In the lab, the unflappable Agatha Harkness was known for her stoic reactions to the newsworthy and lifechanging experiments she would perform.
She didn’t bat an eye when one of her cloned bee queens laid over a thousand fertile eggs, and her department celebrated with cake and champagne.
She barely looked up after she had managed to prove exponentially growing intelligence in a goldfish, even when a photo of her and E-392 (or as her department called him: Nugget) appeared in the newspaper.
On the day her sunflowers started producing cells to counter the cancerous clumps on their own stem, she logged off as if it was any other Tuesday, her team leader still rubbing his eyes in front of her computer screen.
And then, on a sunny afternoon in May, Rio Vidal stood before her.
Agatha only needed to look her up and down once; brown cargo pants that hid her casually pocketed hands, and an olive green ribbed crop top under a white lab coat. Her dark brown, almost black hair was up in a way it revealed numerous piercings in her ears. A pair of eyes, almost as dark as her hair, stared at her with an unimpressed gaze that Agatha only ever recognized from the mirror.
Rio’s mouth curved up at the faintest tremor of Agatha’s hand, making the clear liquid ripple in the beaker she was holding.
“New?” Agatha barked in an attempt to gain composure. “I swear you PhD babies get younger every year.”
“Miss Vidal will be the senior researcher on your next project,” her team lead provided with an apologetic look. “The university flew her in from Argentina.”
Agatha’s eyes shot from her boss to Rio and back, slowly nodding in understanding. “And… is she deaf?” She raised an eyebrow when Rio hadn’t said anything, or changed expressions for that matter.
“Her English is… rusty,” her team lead tried softening his words with an awkward cough. “But I trust you’ll get her up to speed.”
And after receiving a supportive pat on the shoulder, Agatha was left alone with the newest addition to her team. She wasn’t sure what to say while Rio seemed to be taking in the space, rolling back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her eyes landed on the rabbit cage and she stepped closer.
“Ah, los conejos,” Rio spoke for the first time, revealing a low, silky voice.
“Rude,” Agatha responded, not sure which insult Rio had used for the rabbits.
“Rude?” Rio repeated, pointing at Agatha. “Your name… Rude?”
Ah, so that’s how bad it was.
Agatha opened her mouth to correct her, but an ingenious idea made her lips curl into a smirk.
“No, my name…” she said slowly, placing her hand on her chest, “Is Your Majesty. Your… Ma-jes-ty.”
“Your Ma-jes-ty,” Rio repeated, and Agatha broke out in a smile.
“Wow, you’re learning fast!”
“Huh?”
“We’re gonna have so much fun, you and I.”
Rio had made it abundantly clear that she, despite being excluded from grunt work as the senior researcher, was going to be in charge of feeding the rabbits. And Agatha was fine with that, albeit Rio had shown more softness and care than Agatha herself ever would have— what a waste of time.
“You know they will be killed by the end of the trial, right?” she said, unimpressed and with her back toward Rio as she swiftly entered the newest data into the computer.
“Huh?”
Agatha turned around to gauge what part of her sentence had been unclear. She was met with the sight of her newly appointed supervisor sitting criss-cross on the floor of the rabbit pen; one fluffy bunny balanced on her head, one perched on her shoulder, and three more comfortably snuggled up against her legs.
Agatha pointed at the rabbit on top of Rio’s head, clicked her tongue, and dragged her finger across her throat. She made some choking noises and dropped her neck to the side for effect.
“Si creés que podés matarlos bajo mi supervisión, vas a conocer un lado diferente de mí,” Rio said, her voice measured, her smile dangerous.
“Huh?” It was Agatha’s time to be clueless.
Rio repeated her earlier gestures, including the click of her tongue and her dramatic murder scene, but she pointed at Agatha instead of the rabbit.
There was something strangely hot about being mocked by her younger supervisor, Agatha realized.
“As long as it’s a little death, you can murder me,” Agatha said with a lopsided smile.
“La pequeña muerte?” Rio’s eyebrows nearly disappeared under her hairline.
Oh— so some idioms did transcend language.
Agatha played it off with a shrug and turned back to the computer to hide her blush.
“Mi inglés puede ser malo, pero no soy… stupid,” Rio finished with a thick American accent.
“Never said you were.”
“Nehveh-seh-yuh-wuh,” she heard Rio imitate her just loud enough to be audible. Damn, was this woman flirting with her?
Agatha twisted back around— “Hey handsome. What'cha doing after work?”
“Que?”
She sighed. “After… trabajo.” Agatha tapped her watch. “What doing?” She shrugged and waved her hands.
“Este pedazo de mujer me está tirando onda, señor,” Rio chuckled, scratching one of the rabbits under its chin.
There was another word she knew. “Señor?” Agatha leaned her hands back on the desk while she waited for an yes or a no.
“¿Me vas a dar el tour?” Rio asked. She swirled her finger around the room to show her what she meant.
“Give you the tour?” Agatha asked, to which Rio nodded. “The tour to my bedroom, yeah.” She snickered darkly as Rio tried to figure out her words.
“Bed-room?”
“Yeah. You’re a lesbian, right? You look like a dyke.”
At that, Rio’s ears perked up, and she plucked the rabbits from her head and shoulder respectively before getting back up on her feet.
“Lesbian?” she repeated, looking Agatha up and down.
“Dyke?” Agatha asked in the same tone, giving Rio an equally scrutinizing once over.
“¡Ah, sí! ¡Sí, claro!” Rio said with renewed enthusiasm, taking a step toward Agatha.
“There we go. Now she’s interested,” Agatha said to herself, a sly smirk on her face.
“Sí, I want the… the tour,” the latina declared, sliding her hands back into her pockets with an easy confidence. “Pero vamos a tomar algo primero,” she added, imitating taking a shot and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
God, she needed to get inside this woman’s pants.
“Drinks?” Agatha deducted. “Sure, why not.”
Was it the smartest idea to fuck her new supervisor on the first day? Maybe not. But they were both adults, and this tension was going to stay forever if they didn’t do anything about it. So ‘sleeping with her supervisor’? No— investing in a productive future with minimal distractions, Agatha rather called it.
And Rio must’ve thought the same.
“So, why bunnies?” Agatha asked, one hand leaning on the barstool between her legs, her other hand holding up a foamy Belgian beer for Rio to clink her own against.
Rio followed her lead, brought their glasses together, and took a generous sip. Now that they were out of their lab coats, Agatha could see the intricate vines wrapped around her muscly biceps.
“Eh?”
“Rabbits,” Agatha clarified, putting her beer down to hold up two fingers behind her own head. "Pourquoi?"
Rio laughed; a low, breathy sound. “Por qué,” she corrected. “No soy francésa.”
“Hey, at least I’m making an effort here,” Agatha berated her, knowing full well Rio wouldn’t understand a word.
“No hablemos de trabajo mientras intento que me lleves a casa,” Rio provided with a wink, and Agatha had no idea what it meant, but it couldn’t be bad if it made her stomach swirl.
“Okay, why don’t I teach you some of the essentials in English?” Agatha proposed, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. “Me, teach, you,” she pointed at herself and then at Rio. “English.”
“Sí,” Rio smirked, taking another sip of her beer and shuffling a bit closer on her barstool. “Enséñame, your majesty.”
“Your ma— oh, that’s right.” Agatha’s eyes glimmered. “So, for starters: you could tell me I’m beautiful.”
“I’m beautiful,” Rio confidently copied her.
“No,” Agatha laughed and lightly swatted her hand. “You are handsome. I am beautiful.”
“You are handsome,” Rio started once again, then looked down at her own hand in confusion. “Hand?”
Agatha leaned in a bit and lowered her voice. “Handsome just means beautiful for pretty boys like you.”
Rio pointed at herself: “Pretty boy?”
“Handsome,” Agatha nodded. “Now say it.”
Rio took another big gulp without breaking eye contact, and stated in broken, slow English: “I am handsome. Your majesty is very beautiful.”
“God, I love a fast learner. If I had any gold stars, you’d have earned yourself a sticker.” Agatha drew a star in the air, and mimicked peeling it off a sheet. Then she poked Rio in the bicep. “Gold star,” she said again. “Sticker.”
“Sé lo que es sticker,” Rio said, almost sounding offended. “Acá, por favor.” She grabbed Agatha’s finger, plucked it from her arm, and guided her up to poke herself in the cheek instead. “Here. Sticker.”
And Agatha, imperturbable Agatha, blushed once more.
“Oh? You want a sticker here?” When Rio’s hand fell, Agatha’s own hand stayed up, lightly tapping her supervisor on the cheekbone. Rio grinned at her mischievously, so before she could change her mind, Agatha leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on her cheek.
When she pulled back, she was delighted to see Rio didn’t seem unaffected by her either.
“¿Cómo se dice beso?” Rio asked, avoiding eye contact. When Agatha didn’t answer, Rio’s eyes briefly flicked to the side.
“Beso?” Agatha crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows, knowing the translation of beso full well.
She watched Rio purse her lips as she seemed to consider how to explain what she meant. The moment she made a decision was clearly visible in her eyes, and she carefully picked up Agatha’s hand to press the palm of it against her lips.
“Beso,” Rio clarified, bending the palm of Agatha’s hand against her cheek.
“Ohhh,” Agatha let out a long, understanding sigh. Then she decided she wasn’t done playing this game. “Still no comprendo, muchacho.”
Rio laughed her raspy laugh, and a strand of hair fell from her claw clip in front of her face. Agatha wanted to tuck it behind her ear so badly. She didn't.
“Muchacho?” Rio’s eyes flashed. “Si no fuera porque decís que no hablas Español, creería que lo hacés perfecto y estás tratando de agarrarme desprevenida.”
“I don’t know what you’re saying, but I believe we were in the middle of trying to get me to translate beso for you.” Agatha dropped her hand onto Rio’s knee and dug through the fabric of her pants into the flesh with her thumb. “Wanna show me what you mean?”
This time, Rio leaned in. “Hm?”
“Show me—” Agatha repeated herself, pointing from Rio’s lips to her own and back, “—what you mean?”
She expected Rio to give her another shy response, but was positively surprised when she felt a firm hand in her neck tugging her closer. Blunt fingernails dug into the skin right under her hairline, and a breath that smelled hypnotizingly like beer ghosted over her face. When Rio’s full lips captured her own, she couldn’t help but let a satisfied sigh leave her lungs.
Rio’s other hand found its way to Agatha’s waist, and she reveled in the feeling of being held by someone strong and capable. Rio released her, kissed her again, kissed her again, but before her tongue could swipe over Agatha’s bottom lip, Agatha whispered: “Kiss.”
“Kiss?”
Agatha nodded. “Beso,” she spoke against Rio’s wet lips. “Means kiss.”
“I like. Kiss.” Rio dipped down in an attempt to connect their lips again, but Agatha kept her at a distance by pulling back just the slightest bit.
“Technically, we’re venturing more into the territory of making out right now,” she explained formally, her voice still soft. “There’s pecking, kissing, making out... then eating pussy.”
And goddess knew what Agatha would give to get that opportunity right now.
“Podés besarme de una puta vez?” Rio said impatiently, and even though Agatha only registered the curse word she distantly recognized, Rio left no space to wonder what she meant. She pulled her in for another kiss that was meant to last, and the tips of Agatha’s ears started burning as somewhere in the distance someone loudly whistled.
But instead of pulling back out of the kiss, Rio doubled down, climbing down the barstool with her lips still attached to Agatha’s. Rio’s body heat enveloped her, pouring a veil of safety and being wanted over her suddenly frail and cracking posture. If Agatha could be kissed like this for the rest of her life, she’d sign on the dotted line without reading the rest of the contract.
So she deepened the kiss, gratefully accepting Rio’s soft moan into her mouth. She was so happy to realize she had been correct— not only did this specimen look hot as hell, but she was clearly passionate too.
“Yo sabía que ibas a ser una pendeja difícil,” Rio murmured, leaving Agatha’s ears ringing.
“I’m a what?”
“You… bad.”
“I’m bad?” Agatha leaned back, her eyebrows knitting together. “I’m a bad kisser?”
“No.” Rio shook her head, and one of her canines peeked through her sly smile. “Pendeja.” She chased Agatha’s bottom lip and nipped at it, while one of her hands traveled down to Agatha’s ass. She firmly gripped one cheek before releasing— and coming back down with way too loud a smack for a public bar. “Bad.”
Agatha’s resounding oh covered almost three octaves. The impact of Rio’s hand on her ass stung all the way through to her clit, and she felt herself clench.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “I’m taking you home, right now.” When Rio just blinked at her, she clarified: “For an English lesson, of course. Inglés. Lesson. At casa. Can’t have you talking like that.”
She didn’t wait for an answer, but figured Rio would have no problem protesting if she didn’t want to be led outside and into the night by a very determined Agatha. She was well aware she was making questionable choices, sleeping with someone she was supposed to work with for the next better part of a year, but— they’d get it out of the way and they’d be normal about it by Monday.
“Your place or mine?” Agatha asked as she stuck out her hand to flag down the nearest cab. “Eh— mi casa or tu casa, something like that?”
Rio buried her face in Agatha’s neck and softly bit into the tender flesh, making Agatha mewl. “Stop that, no cab is going to pick us up like this!” Once they would be behind closed doors, Rio could use her teeth all she wanted.
To make herself more clear, Agatha tore Rio away from her neck by lightly pulling her hair. Rio groaned, but complied, shaking her head to brush her bangs from her face.
“¡Ey, taxi!” she called out, approaching one of the vehicles slowly coming to a stop in front of them. The swagger in her step made Agatha swoon. Rio opened the backdoor and motioned for Agatha to get in, which she rewarded with an impressed downward curve of her mouth.
"¿Podés llevarnos al hotel frente a la galería de arte del centro?" Rio jabbered in quick Spanish.
Agatha huffed and blinked when the driver answered and stepped on the gas.
"Claro. Te noto apurada, ¿que no?"
"Ah... Sí, ya sabés cómo es," Rio replied, now scratching the back of her head. The driver’s lungs instantly expelled an asthmatic laugh, which he held onto for the next three blocks.
“The fuck,” Agatha murmured, side-eyeing Rio as she fumbled with the seatbelt. “How did you know that he speaks—”
“La música,” Rio grinned proudly, both because she understood the question and because she impressed Agatha. She pointed at the radio: "Es muy de latino escuchar a Chayanne. ¿Cierto?"
The driver clapped in excitement and Agatha wondered what please keep your hands on the wheel in Spanish was, but Rio sensed her discomfort and reassured her by placing a hand on her thigh.
Which could’ve almost been chivalrous, if she didn’t use every bump in the road as an excuse to slide her hand closer to Agatha’s core.
“What’s that hand doing,” Agatha murmured through a clenched jaw, and even without understanding the words she was sure Rio would know what she meant. But before Rio could answer, the driver unleashed a full monologue of which Agatha could only understand the words sí, pero, and español.
Rio didn’t shut him down, but indulged him instead; lifting her hand from Agatha’s thigh to talk back animatedly.
Agatha zoned out and watched the streetlights as they went by, trying not to think of the whiplash Rio was giving her.
She didn’t know how many minutes had passed when a sudden excited: "Esta es nuestra parada!" broke her trance.
"¿Venís?" Rio asked, already half out of the car and her hand outstretched. Apparently she already paid the driver; probably tipped him well too.
“Oh, so now I exist?” Agatha rolled her eyes but unbuckled herself anyway, climbing out of the cab without taking Rio’s hand.
“¡Gracias! ¡Disfruta tu noche!” Rio shouted before smashing the door shut. The driver honked, and Rio turned toward Agatha.
"¿Se enojó mi reina?" she whispered in Agatha’s ear before sliding an arm around her waist to tug her in the direction of the entrance of the building.
When Agatha didn’t respond, Rio bared her teeth and started growling to show her what she meant. “¿Enojada?” She pointed at Agatha and lifted her brows.
Oh. Angry.
“No, I’m not angry,” Agatha huffed as the sliding doors opened and Rio led them to the elevator. “You’re free to talk to whoever the fuck you want.”
Rio’s toothy grin told her all she needed to know. The latina pushed the elevator button a few more times in rapid fashion before the doors finally opened, and she dragged Agatha in by the waist.
Once the doors were closed behind them, Rio’s mouth was on her neck again. Agatha stifled a moan as she felt her softly suckling on her jugular. She tried pushing Rio away, again, but with less determination than she’d had earlier.
“No puedo esperar a llevarte al balcón,” Rio husked into her ear, one of her hands finding its way up Agatha’s body to cup her breast over her clothes.
“Mmh,” Agatha voiced her encouragement, without any idea of what Rio was saying. The elevator dinged and Rio tugged her out of the elevator by the belt loop, towing her along with the fervor of a dog owner pulling their misbehaving pet along on a leash, making Agatha stumble through the hallway, until they finally reached Rio’s door.
“Love what you’ve done with the place,” Agatha cockily remarked upon seeing the barely personalized, clinical hotel room. Rio must’ve moved in not too long ago, because her suitcase was still partly unpacked.
Rio grumbled something unintelligible (or maybe it was Spanish after all) as she kicked her shoes off and closed the door behind them.
"Vení acá y besame de una puta vez,” she growled, and Agatha recognized some words from the bar.
“You’re not even gonna offer me a drink?” Agatha mock gasped, her hand flying to her chest. “We’re gonna be working together, Rio. It would do you well to be nice to me.”
And Rio, who hadn’t caught a single word of that, bit her lip in some sort of attempt to restrain herself. “Decilo otra vez,” she said, her voice hoarse. "Decí mi nombre.”
Now that, Agatha understood.
“Ri-o,” she drawled, tasting the name on her tongue as she pushed herself off against the wall, tsk-ing as she gave herself the grand tour. “Rio Vidal.”
"Vení acá," Rio pointed at the floor by her feet, summoning Agatha back.
Agatha turned around, pensively tapping her chin. “Mm… no,” she said in a Spanish accent.
Rio took a step closer, her pupils widening. “Your Majesty— venga acá,” she said, more power behind her words this time.
Agatha started cackling. “Oh, aren’t you adorable?” she said with an amused smile, slowly walking backward.
"Vení acá, ahora.” Rio’s eyes stayed fixated on hers as she traced Agatha’s steps.
“Come get me, handsome.” Agatha crooked a finger and beckoned her.
“Ven. Aquí. Ahora.”
“Come. Fucking. Get me.”
Rio pounced. She caught Agatha so off-guard by her sudden speed, she could only yelp before the lapels of her shirt got scrunched up in Rio’s fists. Their mouths connected aggressively, teeth clanking, and Rio sharply breathed her in— hands slowly descending to her ass, which Rio seemed to favor.
"Vas a aprender algo de respeto,” Rio grunted, out of breath. It sounded like a threat, and if Agatha was being honest, she’d prefer if it was.
“Pendeja?” Agatha remembered, as innocently as possible, blinking up at Rio between kisses.
The corner of Rio’s mouth ticked up and she huffed, then snapped at Agatha’s bottom lip. “Sí, sos.”
Without further announcement or explanation, Rio grabbed her by the arm and dragged her through the room to the sliding doors which led to the balcony. An obnoxious screech sounded as Rio opened them.
“Where are we going?” Agatha said, only half-chuckling. But Rio wordlessly lifted her up, stepped outside, and placed her back on her feet with her back against the railing. Before Agatha could protest, Rio’s mouth was back on hers.
Agatha’s shoulders dropped and she let herself relax into the kiss; the cool outside air, Rio’s warm lips, the remnants of beer on her tongue.
“You taste amazing,” Agatha murmured into her mouth, already addicted to Rio’s soft but passionate kisses.
Rio ignored her, but stepped in even closer, nudging Agatha’s legs apart to shove her own thigh in between. The moment Rio’s firm thigh muscle bumped against Agatha’s pussy, she felt her body flush from her toes to her hairline.
“God,” she groaned, bucking her hips against Rio’s outstretched thigh. “Feels good.” But Rio didn’t seem to be in a rush, taking her time kissing the absolute life out of Agatha as her hands stayed on her hips.
“Now touch me,” Agatha told her, ignoring the crack in her own voice. She reached for one of Rio’s hands, and to make it clear what she meant, she flicked the button of her own jeans open.
“Ah.” Rio clicked her tongue a couple of times. “No, mi reina. Hacete acabar en mi pierna.”
“Rio, I don’t know what you’re saying and I don’t have time to play charades, I need you to—”
Rio shut her up by pressing her palm against Agatha’s mouth, apparently not wanting to engage in a discussion either. The sudden dominant gesture made Agatha’s stomach clench and she fought to not have her eyes roll back.
“Mi pierna—” Rio said in a threatening voice, firmly pressing her thigh against Agatha’s cunt.
“Your… leg?” Agatha guessed against Rio’s palm.
“Ajá,” Rio nodded. “Hacete acabar,” she added slowly, and she took her hand away to dig her fingers into Agatha’s hips and make her move. As Agatha’s eyes narrowed at what she assumed the translation was, Rio threw her head back and let out an high-pitched, absolutely sinful moan.
And even though the moan was obviously fake, Agatha felt herself nearly combust. She swatted Rio in the chest, who looked back down at her and grinned like a cat who got the canary.
“Make myself come on your leg?” Agatha hissed, the sound still muffled. “I’m not an animal.”
“No animal,” Rio confirmed with a shake of her head. “Pen—”
“Pendeja, yeah, we know,” Agatha shook her shoulders and flipped her hair back. “Can’t you just punish me in bed like how a normal person would take on a brat?”
Rio clearly didn’t catch a single word, but it was obvious Agatha wasn’t a fan of humping her leg on the balcony. However, that didn’t seem to stop her from motivating Agatha to do it anyway. She buried her face in Agatha’s neck and used the grip on her hips to make it clear what she wanted.
As Agatha's hands flew to the railing on either side of her, she couldn’t deny it felt good, but she bit her bottom lip to not let Rio in on that little secret.
As her supervisor started kissing and biting at her pulse point, while her clit so deliciously dragged over Rio’s cargo pants clad thigh, she couldn’t stop a whimper from leaving her throat.
In response, Rio made an unintelligible sound against the skin of her neck. Her hands left Agatha’s hips to cup her face and stare into her eyes, and in that moment, Rio was the only thing that mattered in Agatha’s world.
The expectant expression on her face was enough to tell Agatha what Rio was telling her to do, and how could she deny this very horny, very skilled human who clearly wanted her so badly?
As Agatha’s hips started undulating on their own, without Rio’s help, Rio’s eyes darkened like she was the one being touched instead.
“Así," Rio growled, nodding once. “Así, mi reina."
Seeing how much chasing her own pleasure turned Rio on, was the hottest motivation Agatha could get.
“You like this?” Agatha panted, arching her back into the railing of the balcony as her hips picked up speed. “You like watching me ride you?”
The more Agatha’s chest stretched away from her, the more Rio leaned in, as if she couldn’t stand any space between them. Agatha’s eyes dropped, but she squeezed them shut right away upon seeing Rio’s hardened nipples strain straight through her ribbed top. That was just too much.
“Hermosa,” Rio whispered, and Agatha tipped her chin up, huffing out a laugh, started glowing at the compliment. She knew what they must look like together like this, and that spurred her on even more.
Against her own expectations, Agatha actually felt herself build toward an orgasm. She had never come without any direct stimulation before —not that she had ever tried— but her clit was usually pretty particular about how it needed to be touched. This time however, it didn’t seem so picky as the seam of her own jeans and the determination of her supervisor rubbed against it so perfectly, she couldn’t keep her moans to herself anymore.
“God, Rio,” she breathed, her voice strained. Her own hands moved to Rio’s hips for extra grip, and to silently beg her to complement her movements. Rio understood her without a word, and started thrusting against Agatha’s rhythm to work her up even faster.
“Así.” Rio was clearly losing her breath as well, and the sight of it fried Agatha’s brain on the spot. Rio dove in and kissed her like she had nothing, or everything, to lose. “De nuevo, así.”
“Rio,” Agatha moaned, her inhibitions flying out and into the chilly night air. “I think I’m— oh, I’m getting close. Fuck— right there, just like that—”
“Qué bien portada," Rio said after licking along the shell of her ear, and Agatha was clueless of what it meant, but Rio sounded in awe so she felt praised anyway.
“You’re gonna make me… Oh, Rio, I’m gonna come,” Agatha gasped, half at the delicious sensation growing from her clit, and half at the surprise of the fact that this was actually happening.
Agatha’s helpless sounds made Rio start to really put her back into it, rocking her nearly through the balcony railing, as Agatha’s hip movements completely lost their rhythm. She uncontrollably rutted against Rio’s thigh like a dog in heat, not giving a single fuck that she maybe was an animal after all.
“Fffffuck,” Agatha keened, throwing her head back.
“No!” Rio exclaimed, one hand flying up to grab Agatha’s chin. “Mirame!” she ordered, and whatever it was, she seemed very serious about it. Agatha’s gaze dropped back down, she locked eyes with Rio, and the firm grip on her chin made her drop her jaw. Rio didn’t leave that opportunity unused and slipped her thumb into Agatha’s mouth. Her brain had apparently long left the function, because Agatha, without any hesitation, started sucking.
The moan Rio couldn’t seem to hold back at that is what tipped Agatha over the edge. Her body started convulsing, out of rhythm with her thrusts, and she held onto Rio for dear life. As she reached her peak, she wailed a string of profanities in Rio’s ear— words she for sure shouldn’t be teaching her.
Rio murmured soft praises back, or maybe she didn’t even realize she was saying them out loud; but she was visibly captivated by the woman working herself through an orgasm against her leg.
Despite being treated like a brat, Agatha felt worshipped— and coming down from her orgasm, slowly dragging herself along Rio’s thigh until her clit gave a painful, warning throb, she realized it felt heavenly, even though it had done nothing to take the edge off. If anything, it had made her desire for Rio worse.
"Te necesito horizontal," Rio stated, looking about as dizzy as Agatha felt.
“We gonna touch for real now?” she asked while dropping her forehead against Rio’s, suggestively sliding one of her hands up to finally cup Rio’s inviting breast through her shirt.
Rio’s absent smile turned into a grin, but before she could answer—
“Are you fucking done? The whole building can hear you! If I wanted to listen to cheap porn, I’d call the front desk and ask for the adult channel’s code!”
Agatha’s eyes grew wide and she stepped away from the railing, pushing Rio away in the process. She bolted for the sliding doors to hide inside, but Rio had other plans.
“¡Ey!” Her supervisor stepped into the spot she’d just had Agatha pressed up against, placed her hands on the railing and tipped her upper body over the edge to be able to shout down: "¡Metete en tus propios asuntos, forro de mierda! ¡Si quiero coger con esta mina en mi puto balcón, voy a coger con ella en mi puto balcón y me vas a hacer soltarla únicamente con una orden del juez!”
Agatha clapped both hands against her mouth at her intense tone. Rio turned back around with a lazy smile, shook her hair out of her face before following Agatha inside.
“What the fuck did you say to them?” And why the fuck was it the hottest thing she’d ever witnessed?
Rio shrugged, brushing her hand past Agatha’s ass as she walked by, and tapped the window. “I say… close window.”
And though Agatha knew that those were too many words to tell someone to close their window, she couldn’t care to call Rio out on it when the other woman casually strolled to the bed and let herself fall onto her back with her hands behind her head. Her face contorted as she landed on the claw clip on the back of her head, so she took it out with a swift movement, shaking her head before laying back down.
If Agatha didn’t get to touch her within the next couple of seconds, she might actually die. This wasn’t a want; it was a need.
Now confident that Rio wanted her just as much, Agatha started unbuttoning her own shirt as she slowly followed her to the bed, making sure to keep Rio’s attention on her the whole way. Agatha’s eyes roamed over the other woman’s body; from her still visible nipples, to the sliver of soft skin of her stomach, to the apex of her thighs, where the fabric rustled a bit as Rio seemed to suffer from a mild case of restless legs right at this second.
Agatha slid her shirt off, carelessly threw it aside, and clambered onto the bed on her knees. Every millimeter of distance between her and Rio made her hungrier and hungrier— she was desperate for a taste of the other woman’s pussy, and she’d let her know.
“Quiero—” she purred in her best high school Spanish, “—comer tu gatito.”
But instead of the lustful shiver she’d expected from Rio, the latina shot upright in bed and a strangled noise escaped her throat.
¿Qué? ¿Que le querés hacer QUÉ a mi gatito?”
“Um—” Agatha gained the vague suspicion that pussy might not translate well to Spanish. She chuckled humorlessly to brush it off, and shuffled forward to reach for Rio’s waistband.
“No, no, no,” Rio stopped her by slapping her hand away, “quierés comer mi gatito?”
“It’s fine,” Agatha huffed, aimlessly waving her hand around. “Now let me—”
Rio snatched both of her hands before they could reach for her pants again. Her brows ticked together in unspoken question, the amusement very clear on her face.
Agatha rolled her eyes and kept them pointed at the ceiling, to not look Rio in the eyes as she talked. “Pussy,” she sighed, almost sounding bored, roughly cupping her own cunt to add the visual. Then she vaguely gestured at Rio’s. “I thought— gatito—”
The moment the word kitten left her mouth again, Rio lost fucking lost it. She plopped back onto the back, belly laughing so loudly she had to cover her face with one of her hands— which Agatha considered to be a hypocritical reaction from someone who just noisily fucked someone on a balcony.
If Agatha weren’t so agitated, she’d have found Rio’s melodious laugh adorable.
“Okay, we get it,” she snapped, scowling down at Rio’s shaking form. “That’s bold— you don’t even speak fucking English. At least I tried.”
Rio fell silent, peeked up at Agatha through her fingers, and squealed “Mi gatito,” before falling right back into her laughing fit.
“Hey!” Agatha didn’t want it to, but Rio’s laughter was highly contagious. She felt a grin tugging at the corner of her mouth, but reached for one of the pillows to give herself something to do instead. Without warning, she flung the pillow right onto Rio’s chest with both hands.
Rio gasped and tore the pillow from Agatha’s hands, clutching it to her chest with a mortified expression on her face. “Yo me lo pensaría dos veces, your majesty,” she said sincerely, her pupils widening just like they had outside.
Agatha, again, figured she didn’t have time for this. “So what is it, then?” she challenged Rio. “What’s pussy in Spanish?”
To her surprise, it was Rio’s turn to get all flushed. “Is okay,” she managed in English. “No necesitás saber—”
“Oh no, that is not how this works,” Agatha interrupted her, sitting down on top of Rio’s thighs with a malicious grin. She plucked the pillow from Rio’s arms and tossed it aside. “Aww. This bad boy turning all shy now? C’mon, say it.”
Rio shook her head, her hair turning into a mess as she did. “No.” She pressed her lips together like a toddler.
“Ri-oooo,” Agatha mocked her, pressing all of Rio’s buttons at once by slowly sliding her hands up the other woman’s body. “Tell me,” she whispered, leaning in until she was a couple of inches above Rio’s face. “C’mon, tell me, how do you say pussy?”
As she pronounced the last word, two fingers of her left hand walked back down Rio’s body, firmly pressing against her clothed cunt for emphasis. Rio let out a strained groan, her lips still pressed together.
“Concha,” Rio whispered back eventually, watching Agatha like a hawk.
“Mm.” Agatha nodded in understanding, now using her fingers to pop open the button of Rio’s pants. “So if I wanted to—” Her eyes flicked down. “Comer tu concha?” she tried again.
Rio laughed again; a short, breathless one this time. “Comemela,” she corrected her, only to gulp upon realizing what she had just said out loud. She groaned at her own defeat, briefly closed her eyes, and then decided to double down. “Chupamela, por favor.”
Agatha knew she could easily tease her some more, but decided to reward her instead. She leaned in and sucked on Rio’s bottom lip as she made quick work of tugging Rio’s waistband down over her hips. “Can’t wait to taste you,” she murmured, before crawling back down and giving Rio’s black boxers her undivided attention.
The first thing she did was bury her face in Rio’s still clothed pussy, breathing her in before pressing a couple of open-mouthed kisses on the fabric where Rio’s clit would be.
Rio was mewling already— this was going to be easy.
Next, she sucked the skin just below her bellybutton, undoubtedly leaving a mark, as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of the boxers before tugging them down to join the cargo pants by Rio’s knees.
As Rio’s pussy came into view, Agatha once again realized how fucking hungry for this piece of art she was.
“Mm— concha,” she teased when her face hovered right over Rio’s bush, knowing full well it would make Rio squirm in discomfort.
“Callate,” Rio said through clenched teeth, and Agatha felt a determined hand against the back of her head. Her eyes rolled back as that hand pressed her down and she had no choice but to inhale a mouthful of pussy. “Callate y chupamela, your-puta-majesty.”
Agatha reveled in the sounds Rio made from the first moment she spread her lower lips with her tongue, easily finding her clit and licking it like a woman starved.
From the corner of her eye, she watched the hand that was not in her hair clench the sheets, and the wetness on her chin increased significantly. Rio tasted exactly how she looked, tasted like pure sex, like the flavor of her could turn Agatha on if she were to taste it blindfolded and at random. Agatha would die a happy woman right here; her nose in Rio’s bush, tongue on her clit, chin dripping in slick.
“¿Sentís lo que me hacés?” Rio panted, her hips gyrating under Agatha’s skillful touch. Agatha didn’t have the heart to break and ask her what she meant, so she took a solid 20 seconds figuring out her own translation— feel… what… do… Feel what you’re doing to me?
Agatha took the hint and brought one of her hands under her chin, teasing at Rio’s entrance. Upon feeling how wet Rio was, she moaned.
“Fucking love— that you get— like this,” she murmured between sucking Rio’s clit into her mouth, her fingers lightly stretching but never entering. “You’re so— shit— you’re so wet. Give it all to me, Rio.”
Rio’s breath hitched at hearing her own name again.
“Tocame—” she tried, then gasped, then tried again, “tocame así.” The hand that had been clenching the sheets now made its way down, tugging on Agatha’s wrist to get her to slip her fingers inside. “Adentro.”
When Agatha grinned, refusing just to be difficult, Rio pressed herself up on her elbows and her upper body came off the bed.
“Ey,” she called out, her voice now leaving no room for negotiation. When Agatha stopped her movements and looked up, Rio narrowed her eyes at her. “Ahora.”
“Yes, sir,” Agatha answered mockingly and out of pure bratty reflex, but the extra layer behind Agatha calling her actual supervisor sir seemed to dawn on both of them at the same time.
“Mierda,” exclaimed Rio, her head dropping back onto the pillow, at the same time as Agatha hissed “fuck” into her cunt. And if her own hips started rocking against the bed in desperate need of stimulation, that was a completely subconscious choice.
Upon watching Rio lose her sanity too, she decided to make it worse by giving in; she slid one finger inside of her first, then a second when she noticed the lack of friction.
“Así, así," Rio groaned, not able to keep herself still anymore. “M-m— more,” she stammered in English, and Agatha couldn’t decide whether she was impressed or offended. If Rio’s mind was still clear enough to make demands in English, she wasn’t fucking her well enough.
So she thrusted her fingers in deeper, feeling around for that one spongy spot that would make Rio cry out. Meanwhile, she treated her clit like a delicacy, sucking and licking in a steady rhythm that she felt like she could keep for years if she had to.
She was just pressing the pads of her fingers against Rio’s g-spot as she heard something akin to a giggle— so she stilled her hand and looked up, but Rio looked perfectly content in the throes of passion, slack jawed and eyes closed, until she realized Agatha had stopped moving.
“Seguí,” she pressed, almost sounding offended, bucking her hips up to tell Agatha to keep going.
Agatha brushed it off and dove back in, curling her fingers against Rio’s sweet spot again until—
No, that was definitely a giggle.
She looked up again, and caught Rio’s face contorting this time, both of her hands flying up to cover her mouth. Well, too fucking late.
“What the hell?” exclaimed Agatha, her lips still against Rio’s mound and her fingers unmoving. That triggered Rio into bursting out in laughter, desperately trying to keep it together, but obviously failing.
“Perdón!” she shrieked, one hand on her shaking belly, the other cutting off her own air supply by squeezing her own mouth and nose. That, however, only made it worse; her laughter now escaped her body through various unsexy snorts. “Mi gatito!” she managed in such a high-pitched voice it was nearly inaudible.
Agatha slipped her fingers out of the laughing woman, sat up, and crossed her arms.
“Dios mío,” Rio scolded herself, massaging her apparently painful cheeks with her thumbs. “Excuse-me,” she said, her voice measured, to show Agatha how serious she was. “Excuse-me. Perdón.”
“Uhuh,” Agatha replied, unimpressed. Again, she couldn’t decide between being highly offended or amused. “If you want me to stop,” she spoke as slowly as possible, so Rio would understand, “you can just tell me.”
“No, no!” Rio shouted, half panicking and half still laughing. “No— Sos fenomenal. Fenomenal.”
Agatha blinked at her. Rio blinked back.
Then her lips slowly curled inward, on the verge of losing the battle against her own laughter again. She looked ridiculous.
Agatha’s own lips inadvertently mimicked Rio’s, bringing both of them to their doom.
“Ah— fuck!” Rio exclaimed between giggles and hiccups, and Agatha got caught so off guard by the word she had no choice but to join in.
“Oh, fuck you,” Agatha chuckled despite herself, reaching for the earlier discarded pillow to smash Rio in the head with. Rio didn’t fight it this time, knowing she probably deserved it.
Instead, she added fuel to the fire. “Miau,” she purred, bending her hands as if they were paws, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Are you fucking serious right now— Rio!”
“Miau!” Rio said again, licking her own fist before Agatha’s pillow whacked her in the head again.
“I can’t believe— you’re impossible,” Agatha huffed, not able to stop her own giggle from escaping as Rio stole the pillow from her and flung it off the bed. In lieu of her improvised weapon, she dug her fingers into Rio’s sides— making her howl.
“Ay, mi reina, no!” Rio yelled, squirming to get away from Agatha’s nimble fingers. “No, por favor!”
“You want to keep laughing, Rio? I’ll give you something to laugh about,” Agatha sneered, tickling her ribs while Rio clawed at her hands. “Time to beg for mercy.”
Rio inhaled loudly in mock-offense. “¿A tu merced?” A dramatic pause followed, “¡nunca!”
In an impressive showcase of her trained muscles, Rio flipped them both over, pinning Agatha to the bed. “No mercy,” she breathed into her face, rolling her eyes at her own American accent.
With Rio’s full body weight pressed against hers, Agatha suddenly forgot why she was frustrated with her to begin with. She melted right into her, as if that was the only way she could make them fit together, filling every blank space with a part of herself. Her body started throbbing, leaving no mystery for Agatha to wonder what it wanted.
And neither did Rio.
With their noses almost touching, her gaze turned heated, and one of Rio’s hands found its way to Agatha’s neck. She placed her fingers on her trapezius and her thumb on the hollow of her throat; not a threat, but a suggestion. Her other hand found Agatha’s, and brought it straight back to her exposed cunt.
“Make me come.” Rio rasped, which was for sure not a suggestion. It made Agatha’s blood pressure rise to alarming levels. Rio must’ve puzzled those words together from her own plea earlier.
Agatha didn’t even have the presence of mind to protest, instead sinking two of her fingers right back into Rio’s pussy.
“Así, tocame así,” Rio moaned, pushing herself up to ride Agatha’s fingers. Her thumb stayed right in the center of her throat.
Agatha, with her eyes now glued to the mouthwatering vision in front of her, finally started thinking with her cunt instead of her brain. She brought one of her hands up to cover Rio’s wrist, and squeezed— and when a questioning look cast over Rio’s face, she nodded.
Rio eagerly took that permission and wrapped her hand fully around Agatha’s throat, digging her thumb into the artery on one side, index finger on the other.
“Shit,” Agatha exclaimed breathlessly, her eyes rolling back again. She heard Rio moan in response, felt her hips speed up, and decided she could show Rio that she had picked up on some words herself.
"Así, señor,” she gasped, straining to get the words out with Rio’s hand around her throat. “Seguí, hacete acabar.”
Rio’s lower body shook in a very vivid reaction to those words— “Oh! Mier— Mierda! Puta madre!” she yelled loud enough to warrant a knock on the door from the person who had tried to make a noise complaint earlier.
Agatha didn’t care; Rio seemed to be reaching unbelievable heights as she frantically rode her fingers.
“Good boy,” Agatha laughed, then moaned as she felt Rio’s pussy squeeze her fingers. She’d lost eye contact now, Rio’s eyes having slammed shut sometime between señor and seguí. She kept her mouth closed too, breathing heavily through her nose, but that would just not do.
“Hey,” Agatha scolded, smacking her palm against Rio’s naked ass. “Let me hear you.”
“Huh?” Rio eloquently replied, too dazed to speak at all, let alone English. Agatha used the brief window wherein she had Rio’s full attention to forcefully thrust her fingers up, bucking her hips into her own hand to get even deeper.
Rio jolted, a long moan —and a couple of expletives— escaping her lungs.
“Exactly,” grinned Agatha. “Así, that’s what I wanna hear.”
And Rio, to Agatha’s relief, caught on; she started riding her fingers in earnest, not holding back her own whimpers and curses this time.
Agatha rewarded her by angling her thumb away from the rest of her hand for Rio to rub her clit against— which was both the best and the worst move Agatha could’ve made, because Rio came in seconds.
“Dios, así— así— puuuuta—”
She went completely rigid, but her grasp on Agatha’s throat loosened, which made her gulp in large amounts of fresh air; not that she needed it. Who needed air when a literal goddess was having such a beautiful and long, —god, she hadn’t moved in over half a minute now— orgasm?
The tiniest sounds kept leaving Rio’s throat as her lower body spasmed. Agatha could feel her squeeze and fucking squeeze her fingers until there was nothing left.
After what must’ve been close to a minute, Rio’s hips bucked violently and she growled: “Mierda.”
She let herself fall forward, her face buried in Agatha’s neck, which started to feel like her new home by now. Breathing heavily, she croaked: “Mierda, mi reina. Your majesty.”
She started nuzzling the spot under Agatha’s ear, but Agatha turned her head so their noses touched.
“Actually,” Agatha started confessing in a low voice. “It’s Agatha. Your majesty is not my name.” She pressed a fleeting kiss to Rio’s nose as she chuckled and brought her hand up to bury in Rio’s hair, lightly scratching her scalp.
“Duh.” Rio sighed, almost sounding bored. “Ya sé, Agatha. Te dije que no soy estúpida.”
Agatha jerked her head back to look at her fucked out supervisor, feeling utterly betrayed.
She blinked. Exhaled. Tucked Rio’s face back into her neck.
Well then. Maybe she was the stupid one.