Warnings: smut.
a/n: I'm not used to write smut, so i'm really sorry if it sucks.
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"It's a small bed" Agatha said when you guided her to the bedroom. Her cheeks were still red and you were loving it.
"Well, I've never needed more space" you said and closed the door behind you.
The witch stood there, not daring to move. She flinched when she noticed that you were changing your clothes too. Just. In front. Her. Her mind told her to look away, to get out of the room and come back when you were done. But she couldn't move.
She was mesmerized by you. The way your skillful hands untied your dress and carelessly dropped it to the floor. The way the fabric slid down your body, revealing more and more skin as it fell.
Your skin looked beautiful in the candlelight, and for a moment she was jealous of the flame that was so close to you. And those legs, lord, those legs. She wished her own hands could follow the path your stockings traveled.
She definitely shouldn't have to be having these thoughts about the person who just killed her mother a few hours ago.
"She also saved you and gave you shelter" her treacherous mind whispered to her.
She had to hold back a moan that would have been too embarrassing, when she noticed that you were completely naked in front of her, taking your time choosing your own nightgown. You were turning your back on her, almost as if you had forgotten she was there.
"Or maybe she just doesn't mind you looking" the voice in her head said again.
Agatha shook her head. She had to control those thoughts before they made her do something embarrassing.
"Are you okay little bird?" you asked, turning around as you pulled the nightgown over your head.
You turned around early, or maybe just in time, so the cloth hadn't come down all the way yet, allowing the witch to see your front without any problems.
Agatha didn't say anything, too mesmerized by you.
You smiled to yourself. You had felt the girl's eyes on you from the moment you started to change. You had to admit it was flattering to have such pretty eyes on your body.
And the blush never went away.
Okay, maybe that was going to be a problem.
"Birdie" you said again, laughing at the slight shudder of the other woman.
"Sorry" she mumbled and finally looked away. Your laugh made her feel guilty.
You walked to her and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to you. The witch actually had to bite her tongue to avoid the moan this time. You were right when you said all your nightgowns were thin and short, which meant that she could feel you better now.
"So much better" her mind joked and the witch was hating that voice.
"we need to do something about that blush of yours, darling" you whispered.
Agatha frowned. Her blush? Do something about her blush? If it wasn't for you, she wouldn't be blushing right now, so it was definitely not her fault.
"We need to make it go" you continued but didn't move.
"You're not helping then" The witch mumbled and freezed when she realised she said it out loud.
"What was that, birdie?" you smirked
She didn't say anything else, too ashamed.
"Oh come on now, the little bird forgot how to sing?" you mocked but finally let her go. You took a step back and just watched her.
