Rio All Along

Chapter Seven

RIO VIDAL

"Why do you hate me?"

That singular question made me squeamish, hearing those words leave her mouth. Why would she think that?

"I do not hate you," I say with a halfhearted laugh, I could never hate the natural order of evil herself, that's all I know.

"You feel something towards me—"Agatha pauses her idioms, scoffing to herself. I don't break eye contact, my face unquestionably leaning itself towards her.

Her breathing is now getting quicker and I can feel the warm embrace of air closing around us.

"I can assure you, I feel nothing but burning fiery hate towards you love," I chuckle, moving a strand of hair behind my ear.

She sniggered and crossed her legs together, her head high now posing a sinister Cheshire smile.
I am mesmerised, truly.

"Is that right?" She says quietly, pulling a suspicious face.

I nod my head ever so slightly and her face stiffens almost.
"You need to return home, Agatha,"

Surprisingly, it comes out as convincing as I wanted it to be.

"We've not been out here that long, why rush?"
Agatha blurts, wow she must really not like her coven.

"I don't want you to get in trouble," I voice, seeing her face slowly melt.

"Rio, calm down you're scaring me,
why are you being nice?" She speaks, her face growing a cheeky smile.

I move closer into her and touch the top of her right arm slowly, using my thumb to make small
circles on her back. I can see her face begin to redden and her body twitches every once in a while.

"Are you okay with this? Agatha..?" I utter, trying not to regret my sudden choices.

She nods her head almost proudly, painting her face with a sinister smile. Our eyes are locked and she moves her hands towards my waist, delicately locking her arms around my back.

Eagerly, I cannot hesitate but to rush into the poisonous feeling inside of me, the one that yearns for Agatha Harkness.

My hands wrap around her neck and I bring her closer toward me, now slowly pressing my lips against hers, she has a graceful rhythm and I start to close my eyes.

We're sat on a cold rock, our body warmth colliding with one another's. There is now little snow on the floor but the wind is still fastened, our pouted lips pick up the pace ever so slightly.

Racing my fingers through her hair, I stroke her scalp slightly. She whimpers softly, chuckling in a low voice, but our eyes remain shut.

"Agatha, return to Salem with me, we shall go together," I say, hopefully in a convincing enough tone. I see her face drop slowly, but she locks her fingers around mine.

"Fine.."

My smile widens and I link my arm with her hers guiding us to jump down from the short sized rocks. "Let's go, Agatha,"

We walk along minor snow and trot mainly
through thick cold grass that had been frozen over by the melted snow.

I just hope we can hide this passion from the public, the entirety of Salem would not agree with some tragic girl with girl fairytale, instead they would see a horror, a sin.

I sigh slowly as we trek on a mud spatted path ahead of us, does she still hate me? That singular questions pawns itself in my head over and over, is this just one of her silly cons?

I guess I'm gonna find out.