Agatha Harkness had never been one for socializing. Since moving into the quaint neighborhood on the outskirts of town, she had kept to herself, reveling in the solitude that came with her magical pursuits and her collection of oddities. Her home, with its creaky wooden floors and vintage charm, felt like a sanctuary—until the day her world was rocked by the arrival of the new neighbor.
It started with a commotion. Agatha sat on her front porch, flipping through the pages of a dusty grimoire, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on her skin. But the peaceful quiet was shattered by the unmistakable sound of boxes being dragged across the pavement. She glanced up to see a moving truck parked next door, and her heart sank. The last thing she needed was another neighbor to invade her solitude.
“Can’t people just move in quietly?” she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.
With a resigned sigh, Agatha decided to investigate. She stood up, adjusting her oversized sweater, and made her way to the fence that separated her yard from the chaos next door.
As she peeked over, she saw her: a stunning woman with sun-kissed skin, hair pulled back in a messy bun, and a tank top that clung to her form in all the right places. The woman was struggling to lift a heavy box, her muscles flexing and glistening with sweat under the sun. Agatha couldn’t help but admire the view for a moment longer than she intended.
“Need some help?” Agatha called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
The woman looked up, a playful glint in her eye. “And let you see me struggle? No, thank you! I’ve got this.”
Agatha huffed, crossing her arms defiantly. “Is that so? Looks like you could use a hand.”
“Maybe I do,” the woman replied, a smirk dancing on her lips. “But I’d rather not take help from the grumpy neighbor.”
Agatha’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Grumpy? I’ll have you know, I’m simply not fond of socializing.”
“Maybe you should try it sometime,” the woman shot back, her tone teasing. “I’m Rio, by the way. Just moved in.”
“Agatha,” she replied, surprised at the sudden flutter in her chest. She hated how easy it was for Rio to get under her skin. “And just so you know, I’m not grumpy; I’m just focused.”
“Sure, focused,” Rio laughed, tossing her hair back. “You keep telling yourself that.”
The exchange left Agatha both irritated and intrigued. She turned back to her porch, trying to dismiss the spark of interest ignited by the new neighbor. As she settled back into her book, she couldn’t shake the image of Rio, her playful confidence and radiant smile lingering in Agatha's mind.
Days Turned Into Weeks
Over the next few weeks, Agatha and Rio’s encounters became a routine. They exchanged snarky comments over the fence, their banter turning playful and increasingly charged. Agatha found herself looking forward to these moments, her heart racing whenever Rio appeared. It was maddening.
One evening, Agatha had just finished watering her garden when she spotted Rio in her yard, tossing a frisbee to a dog that seemed far too enthusiastic. With the sun setting behind her, Rio’s figure was framed perfectly, and Agatha felt a heat rising in her cheeks.
“Hey, Agatha!” Rio called out, tossing the frisbee aside and walking toward the fence. “You should join us! This little guy could use some company.”
“Sorry, but I’m not really into dog-sitting,” Agatha replied, forcing a nonchalant tone.
“Suit yourself,” Rio shrugged, her smile unfading. “But you’re missing out on a good time.”
As Rio turned to return to her game, Agatha felt a sudden urge to call out to her. “Wait!” she said, surprising herself. “What kind of dog is that?”
Rio’s face lit up with excitement as she turned back. “His name is Max, and he’s a mix of everything! You really should come meet him; I think you two would get along.”
Before she knew it, Agatha found herself walking toward the fence, curiosity pulling her in. Max bounded toward her, tongue lolling, and Agatha couldn’t help but laugh.
“Okay, okay, I admit he’s cute,” Agatha said, crouching to scratch behind Max's ears.
Rio leaned against the fence, watching Agatha with a glint of amusement in her eyes. “See? Socializing isn’t so bad after all.”
Agatha felt a warmth spread through her at the compliment, and for a brief moment, the world around them faded away. She met Rio’s gaze, and the connection between them felt palpable.
“Maybe,” Agatha said, a smirk creeping onto her face. “But don’t expect me to make a habit of this.”
Rio stepped closer, leaning over the fence, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll take what I can get. But don’t be surprised if I keep pushing for more.”
Agatha’s heart raced at the challenge in Rio’s voice. “I can handle a little push,” she replied, trying to sound confident.
“Oh, I think you can handle a lot more than that,” Rio shot back, her tone suddenly low and sultry.
A wave of heat coursed through Agatha, and she felt her defenses crumbling. Something about Rio ignited a desire within her that she had long buried.
As Agatha returned to her porch, her thoughts spun with excitement and anticipation. The summer nights felt hotter now, and the image of Rio lingered in her mind—her sun-kissed skin, the way her muscles flexed with each playful movement, that smirk that promised mischief.
Suddenly, Agatha found herself lost in a daydream. She imagined what it would be like to have Rio pressed against her, their bodies tangled together under the warm glow of the moonlight. She could almost feel the heat radiating off Rio’s skin as she traced her fingers down Agatha’s arms, teasingly exploring every inch.
In her fantasy, Rio’s lips found Agatha’s, capturing them in a passionate kiss that ignited a fire within her. The way Rio would whisper sweet nothings into her ear, their laughter mingling with the summer breeze, sent shivers down her spine.
Agatha's breath hitched at the thought of Rio's hands exploring her body, igniting sensations she had long kept hidden. The very idea made her pulse quicken, and she couldn’t help but fantasize about the heated moments they could share—the urgency, the passion, the raw need that simmered just beneath the surface of their playful banter.
What if she dared to cross that line?
With her heart racing and the stars beginning to twinkle overhead, Agatha knew she was in trouble. This summer might just be the hottest one yet, and Rio was at the center of it all.
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Affair With the Hot Neighbor → Agathario AU
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