Fics like for who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again

Agatha smiles as Rio draws near. With bared fangs and eyes shining crimson with hunger, she looks every inch the apex predator Rio knows her to be. Anticipation thickens Rio’s blood, forcing her heart to pound harder, faster. They both know Agatha can hear it. Heat sparks at the base of her spine, moving upwards, catching fire. Rio shrugs off her leather jacket, plucks the wineglass from Agatha’s hand, and moves to straddle Agatha’s thighs like she belongs there. Here, there’s no need for pretense. No need to act like there’s any other way this encounter will end. Rio, who’s always enjoyed order, appreciates honesty wherever she can get it. “Someone’s eager,” Agatha croons. The observation might sting if it weren’t laced with such obvious fondness. Rio already enjoys their arrangement more than any sane person rightly should. “I’ve missed you,” Rio admits, breath catching as Agatha’s nimble fingers find the hem of her dress and begin bunching the fabric up and away. The whole way over here, she’d tried to keep the monetary aspect of this exchange at the forefront of her mind. But the truth of the matter is this: she’d let Agatha devour her for the simple pleasure of being so deeply and wholly desired.

Fics like for who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again

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