After that intense experience, you took separate ways... for now.
Since Agatha's House was destroyed, you took her into yours. The sign of your little shop had been turned to 'Closed' for the past few days now, as you chose to spend your days in your little apartment right above it.
Both Agatha and you needed to recover from everything that took place. Agatha needed to come to terms with her permanently white hair and make up for lost time.
You were lying on the couch, your head resting on Agatha's lap. A book was being held in her one hand as the other gently passed through your hair, a gentle caress that relaxed you.
You lazily looked at her, both wearing simple silk robes for comfort, finding no need for clothes since they wouldn't stay on for long.
She was reading something that made her think, evident by how she chewed her bottom lip faintly.
Your gaze became more intense, and you focused longer than you wanted on her pink lip, which was trapped beneath her white teeth.
Of course, Agatha sensed it and looked down at you, freeing her lip. "You are staring, sugar."
You offer a cheeky smile, not embarrassed by you getting caught by her. "It's not my fault, really. Chewing that lip of yours is tempting."
"Hmm," she hummed in amusement, the edges of her lips curving into a smirk. "Is that so?"
"You don't believe me?" you asked, pushing your body up to be closer to her face.
She did not mind the proximity. Instead, she welcomed it, a sparkle of mischief in her blue eyes. "Should I?"
You knew what she was doing, trying to bait you into actually doing something.
And you, like the fish you were, happily let yourself get caught in her nets. Without another word, you placed one hand against her cheek and pressed your lips with hers; your actions were sweet and caring.
Agatha allowed her free hand, which had once been in your hair, to be placed upon yours, pressing it harder against her cheek. The other hand let the book fall to the ground as it moved to the back of your head and pushed you more into the kiss.
Your lips parted willingly, and she sighed in her mouth as she took control. Every moment with her felt like a dream you did not wish to wake up from.
Agatha's hand left yours and started to gently caress your body above the robe, heading for the slit that existed between your legs. Her touch made you moan, especially when you felt her warm hand against your thigh, pushing your robe further up.
The hand behind your head kept you there, kissing you even when the need for air was becoming too strong, letting you pull back faintly, only for her to attack your neck.
"Agatha," you moaned, feeling the hand behind your head, grabbing your hair and tugging it back, forcing you to expose more of your neck to her hungry lips. "Mmm."
Her greedy hand kept moving up and down, reaching too close to your centre and then trailing away, driving you crazy with her teasing.
You were trapped by invisible bonds caused by your love for her and her teasing. Every move of hers made you more needy of her—of her touch, her kisses, her presence.
"Yes, pet?" she whispered against your skin, her teeth gently grazing and preparing you for the bite she was about to place on you, a fresh mark for her to admire later.
Before she could, however, someone knocked at the back door that led to your apartment.
Agatha tried to ignore it, but the feeling of your pulse against her lips was too tempting to let go.
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Moon Phases (Agatha Harkness X Fem!Reader)
FanfictionYou have a past with Agatha, one as old as your age. Your roads often met, but she left you behind more than once. Now, once again, your paths cross, but this time, it is intentional. It started as a one-shot on my Tumblr account (mr-ys-phantasma)...
