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Agatha is finally going to attend her last client today.
She's undoubtedly tired, but she’s happy. Fulfilled even.
Unlike the majority of her dentist peers, Agatha really enjoyed cleaning her customers' mouths. Dentists usually enjoy extracting and filling, but Agatha, who never went with the crowd, liked removing tartar from teeth.
Sue her.
She purposely made Mondays the day for dental cleanings, so that she’d have a good start of the week. She enjoyed it so much. Right now, she had just finished her customer Lilia's cleaning; she is an exemplary client really, she would always come to get her teeth cleaned every six months, as everyone should. She actually listened to what Agatha told her to do for her teeth and gum health. She cared about her buccal hygiene. If all her clients were like that her job would be so much easier.
‘We’re all done here, Lilia! See you in six months. And remember to floss!” Agatha says with a teasing tone, one that she knows will rile Lilia up.
And just like that, Lilia gasps indignantly.
“You know I always floss! This is blasphemy… Goodbye Agatha.” Lilia says as she leaves the room.
She enjoyed Lilia's presence. Alas. She had to clean up the operatory, it was already dark outside but there seemed to be one more client. Dentists usually have an assistant for the clean up and set up of the materials used for a cleaning, but Agatha liked to work alone. Her last assistant talked too much. Like, Agatha specifically got into dentistry because the patients cannot talk most of the time. She enjoyed the silence. And that kid would simply not shut his mouth up.
He is very annoying, and in the short time he worked with her, she learned that the area that he wanted to work in was orthodontics. He said it was his dream job. So what if she made some calls and arranged for him to work with her friend Jen who was, hands down, the best orthodontist in the country? She needed the kid out. And he would enjoy working with Jen more than anything Agatha would’ve made him do.
Still, for some reason unbeknownst to her, he has the need to call Agatha at least once a week and update her on whatever stupid situation is going on with his “silly little gay life” or whatever it was that he called it. Agatha hates this, obviously, and he’s aware of it. He seems to not give a fuck. So what the hell sure she’ll take the phone call and just. Entertain him. She sometimes also tells him stuff. Anyways.
After making sure the cleaning room was perfect she grabbed her clipboard and went to the waiting room to get the last client of the day. She reads the file and realizes it’s a new customer. From where she's standing she cannot see their face, but they’re basically the last person left on the local.
“Hi, you must be Rio Vidal. Did I pronounce that correc–” Agatha stops abruptly when the customer turns their head around.
It was–
This has got to be some sort of sick joke.
“Hi Doctor Harkness. You did pronounce my name correctly.” Rio says with that hint of crazy in her eyes. Of course. Of fucking course.
So that was Rio Vidal.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The woman who fucked her brains out on Saturday. The woman whose name she never asked for. The woman whose apartment she left at 5 am without uttering a word. The woman that had sat on her fa–
“So are you going to examine me, Doctor?” Rio had said, with that stupid sexy grin splattered on her face.
“Do I have to call the police? Are you like, a professional stalker?” She answers. She cannot do this right now.
“Would you be into that?” She says as she approaches Agatha.
She was too close for her liking. And oh boy.
“Fuck me,” Agatha mutters.
“Already did.” She says, with a glint in her eyes that Agatha knew would drive her insane for the rest of the consultation.
She sighs.
“Follow me, Rio” Agatha does not have the capacity for this right now.
Agatha curses every single deity and spiritual leader that she knows as she guides Rio to her office. Why her? Why now? Gosh. She tries to clear her brain, she has to in order to actually do her job. The one Rio paid for. The one she is incredibly good at. Okay.
When they enter Rio sits down immediately. Agatha reads Rio's file and she can feel Rios' gaze on her. It made her shiver. Fuck.
Agatha sighs again as she pinches the bridge of her nose.
“It says here you're in for a cleaning, but for your insurance to cover dental cleanings they have to be at least 6 months apart.” Okay, maybe she was going to get free from whatever situation this was.
“Okay” Okay? What the fuck does that even mean. Did she even hear what she said? Agatha seriously needed to hook up with smarter people.
“You had a cleaning 4 months ago.” She responds, flatly.
“Yeah well, I was feeling very dirty so I just had to come. ” She was going to die. This woman that she had fucked and that had showed up at her work, was definitely going to kill her.
“You’re not well. Like, mentally.”
Rio just smiled and goddammit. She licked her lips.
She stops her brain from forming any sort of non-work-related image of Rio. This woman was deeply disturbed. And of course, to her horror, it turned her on. Fuck.
“You’re going to pay out of pocket then?” She’s trying. Right now, she tries to steer the situation, and she knows she won't get far, but she tries. It’s common decency at this point.
“Money is not an issue.” She decides that she hates this Rio Vidal, the woman that apparently shits money. What is her deal. What do you mean money is not an issue? Money is always an issue. Actually, money is mostly always the issue.
Agatha stared at her. This woman was relentless. But Agatha was insufferable.
Whatever this was, Agatha was going to win. She always won.
“Okay then. Wait for me on the operatory 3. Go sit down, and the paper cloth that’s in front of you? Put it on.” If Rio's eyes got any darker she would’ve sworn she was getting possessed by a demon. Not that Agatha would mind. Matter of fact, Rio being a demon would explain a lot of things.
“Whatever you say doc.” Rio says as she gives her a stupid wink and leaves her office. Agatha always thought people–except for Agatha obviously– looked ridiculous winking, but Rio looked So Hot. Fuck her.
Agatha shudders. She has to slowly regain control of this godforsaken fucked up situation. She has to fucking get it together and be professional. She was a doctor, she should act like one. Okay.
While walking to the operatory, she focuses on changing her entire demeanor. She smirks when she catches Rio looking at her like she wanted Agatha to bend her over and fucking finger-blast her right then and there. To her surprise, Agatha realized that she wouldn’t need much convincing to do exactly that. No convincing at all practically.
She puts her gloves on and moves her swivel chair closer to the treatment chair.
She looked predatory, and you know what, maybe, that was how Rio wanted her. At least that was how she had liked her the other night. Maybe this was Rio’s plan all along. Why was she thinking like this oh my God she had to hurry the fuck up and get Rio out of her operatory quickly .
“I read that dentists can tell if someone sucks dick by the state of the roof of the mouth. Can you tell?” Rio asks very nonchalantly.
The way Rio is behaving would be similar to how Agatha imagines a human cat in her first heat would behave. And it's driving Agatha insane.
“I did not know you engaged in that sort of activity.”
“Oh, I absolutely love it. The dick being plastic is the best part ‘cause if I want I can bite it. I think it has become like some sort of oral fixation. I mean don't get me wrong, if a girl has a real one I would get to work on it too.” She says, with another wink. And she's thinking she might kill her this time.
With her bare hands.
Then she thinks and actually, Rio might be into that. Strangulation. She passes a shaky hand through her hair and just looks at her with a bewildered expression. She then shakes her head and sighs. She's completely flabbergasted by this woman's antics. She should seriously not fuck her patient in the treatment room. It would be unhygienic. Apart from being completely unprofessional obviously. Okay.
“Often associated with the act of oral sex, palatal petechiae, or bruising on the mouth, can be detected by any dentist yes.”
“That’s hot.”
What the hell?
“Do you want me to check? Is that why you’re here?” She would like to dismantle her. She knows people don't get dismantled really. But she could try.
“Would that require you to put your fingers inside my mouth?”
Oh what the fuck. Agatha needs a drink. Or 5.
“Not really.” She is such a good actress she should consider joining a theater group because the way she's acting so unfazed by the stuff coming out of Rio's mouth is standing-ovation-worthy.
“Damn that’s a bummer. I really wanted your fingers inside of me again.”
Okay. Agatha hooked up with a psychiatric patient.
“You are going to get me fired”
“I’m getting you, Agatha Harkness, fired from Harkness Dental Clinic?”
Okay, Rio was crazy but she was also a smartass. A deadly combination.
“Stop talking and open up your mouth.”
“Yes ma’am.”
Agatha is not even surprised at how fast Rio obeys her, given that she also submits to her as if it were nothing. Agatha is very glad she is wearing a mask because if she weren’t, Rio would've seen her blushing for the entirety of the conversation they just held. Anyways.
Instead of examining, what Agatha is actually doing is trying to escape Rio's darting tongue as she probes inside Rio's mouth. Rio keeps trying to touch her finger with her tongue. At least she had healthy teeth. She tries to forget about how skillful Rio's tongue is, how it felt sucking and circling her– Okay.
“Okay Rio, you are going to have to hold this, it's a suction device, for the water that I will be using in a moment inside your mouth. Can you do that for me?”
“This feels a little bit pornographic no?”
“Stop talking and open wide.”
“For you always.” She says with her devilish grin.
Rio's mouth was actually really big. Anyways. Work.
She got to work inside of Rio– Jesus. She started working inside Rio's mouth,–okay that’s not good but it’s better– with her dentist tools because she is a dentist. And dentists do this. Fuck. To her disappointment, there was not much to do inside of Rio’s mouth. She would've loved to gouge her a bit. Make her bleed a little. Too bad her teeth were very well maintained. She was almost done and she realized that Rio being quiet was a bit unsettling, because even if she couldn’t speak, she could listen to her body, and her body was louder than her voice.
Agatha tried to clean it all with the water pump. But dumbass Rio would not move the suction device and she gagged and spit all the water on top of herself.
Fucking Rio.
She got her green sweatshirt all wet.
“Oops. Sorry, I forgot to mention I'm a bit clumsy.”
“You are literally lying down, that's just stupidity.”
“If that's what you want to call it sure.” Rio responds.
It was like 1 degree right now. Rio could not walk around with a wet sweatshirt.
“Is your undershirt wet too?”
“Well I know for a fact that my underwear–”
“Give me the sweatshirt.” She doesn’t let her finish. She knows Rio likes that.
Rio looks at her. “Okay.” She then says, and by the look that Rio gave her, she knew something was up. She realized a little too late as Rio took her sweatshirt off that she was wearing nothing under said sweatshirt. Agatha quickly pushed the sweatshirt down to cover her again.
“Jesus Christ Rio just–wait.”
“What? It’s not like you haven't seen it already.” Rio basically purrs.
Allah, Jesus, Shiva, Jehova, all of them? Any of them, please help her right now.
“There are cameras here, Rio.”
“Kinky.”
She’s going to slap her for real. She takes off her mask, throws it on the table, and grabs Rio’s wrist. She guides her to the back of the local where they have a washing and drying machine.
Rio looks at her expectantly, with those stupid gorgeous brown eyes, waiting for Agatha to say something.
“Okay take off the sweatshirt now.”
Rio then takes off her sweatshirt and gives it to Agatha. Her eyes betray her calm composure, gawking at Rio's naked front. When life gives you lemons or whatever. Rio’s smirk brings her out of her trance. She turns around and shoves the sweatshirt into the machine and presses the ON button. She also grabs a towel and wraps Rio on it.
“Soooo what now?” Rio asks, taking one step closer to her. Agatha obviously takes a step back.
“We wait.” She says, and fuck her heavy breathing betraying her nonchalance. All of that money spent on those stupid yoga classes and she still couldn’t control her breathing.
“I’m feeling a bit impatient, to be honest.” Rio says as she continues to step forward, cornering Agatha on the machine.
“You like the anticipation.” She says as she turns around, because she realized the dryer did, in fact, not start. She hits the button again, and, yeah. Nothing happens. Great. Amazing.
Rio laughs. Agatha groans. Rio grabs her waist and presses herself onto Agatha’s back, her mouth dangerously close to Agatha’s ear.
“Well then, it's okay I’ll just get pneumonia and accept my fate and just die. My last day on earth being spent with you has been really nice” Why on earth does this woman talk about death in such a sexy way?
“Rio shut up you will not die.” She says as she bends down to take Rio’s sweatshirt from inside the dryer.
“Don't you dare get stuck in there doc.” In such a sultry way that Agatha actually short-circuits.
Okay then. Change of fucking plans.
Agatha tosses Rio her sweatshirt, grabs her wrist, again, and drags her to the clinic’s waiting room. Rio looks at her with her eyebrows raised, asking.
“Wait here.” She says and Rio just nods. Pathetic woman.
Agatha goes back to her office to grab her purse. She then turns off all the lights and then activates the alarm. Effectively closing the dental place.
“Follow me.”
Rio obeys. Good. Whatever.
The dental clinic was in a corporate building, with a lot of other medical clinics and labs, but it was late, and nobody was in sight. Which was good given the fact that Rio was wearing a fucking towel.
“So like where are we going? ‘Cause like don't get me wrong, I'm totally fine with you kidnaping me, if you're into that, but”–“My house is around the block” Agatha interrupts her.
Agatha realizes she likes interrupting Rio. Okay. She’ll unpack that later.
Rio raised her eyebrows and smiled wickedly. Fuck her. Agatha is a good business owner who takes care of her clients . That is all she is doing. This specific client being insufferably hot and in a quest to fuck her and drive her insane was beside the point.
Actually, wait.
What the fuck was Agatha thinking, taking Rio to her Home. She never took anyone to her house, it was hers. Ever since that one girl, Agatha said she never took anyone home again. The woman just wouldn’t take the fucking hint and Agatha had to just tell her to fucking leave her house. Agatha then made the executive rule that nobody was going back to her house.
Nobody except Rio apparently.
Stupid weird horny woman. Stupid weird very hot and sexy insufferable woman.
They arrive at the parking lot and Agatha unlocks her car.
“Damn even your car is sexy” Agatha seems to fuck people that are not normal.
“Are you like that lady from that movie?” She asks her.
“What?” Rio asks as she hops on the car, and stares at her curiously. She should buy Rio some sunglasses because she could not keep looking at her eyes. She was completely losing it.
“She fucks the car.” She deadpans as she gets inside her black Volvo and turns it on. Carly Rae Jepsen's album, Dedicated, starts playing on the speakers immediately. She and Carly are kindred spirits, she knows this. And fuck Jojo Siwa.
Rio gives her the look . And by the look, she means the whole fucking big-brown-puppy-eyes-glinting-fucking-adorably-cute look that like makes her want to gouge her mouth off. Jesus. She shouldn't have looked at her. And now that she thinks about it, Rio most likely looks incredibly hot with sunglasses so she discards the idea, for now at least.
“Sally Carrera?” Rio answers slowly. She should just fuck her right there, next to the trashcan. She decides to pull the car out of the parking lot. They have to get to the road to get to her house. Fast.
“No you idiot. There’s a movie that a woman fucks a car and she’s pregnant with the car's child. Titane”
“What type of movies do you watch?” Rio asks, looking bemused. She's so stupid.
“Good ones.” She says as she finally reaches the parking lot exit to the actual street. Mashallah.
“We should watch a movie sometime”
She doesn't respond because. What.
She can sense Rio staring. But it’s weird, it’s not like her usual stare. The one filled with sex. This seems sad even? She does not like this.
Agatha sighs. Here we go.
“What now” She demands.
“Why did you leave?” Rio asks, with an unreadable expression on her face.
Agatha turns her head to look at her “You have to be more specific with your questions dear.”
“Why did you leave my house at 4 am in the morning?” Rio retorts.
Thanks to the not-so-stupid wheel of emotions that her therapist made her memorize she can tell Rio is feeling disappointed. Which is… interesting.
“First of all you can say 4 am, it is implied with the am that it's in the morning. Second, I know you're young but there's no way you haven't heard about the concept of a one-night stand.”
“Um, I know you’re older but there’s no way you haven’t heard about the concept of a fuck buddy? ”
Oh.
“You want to be my fuck buddy? Aww that's adorable, do you want to have a secret handshake too?” Agatha teases, because what is Rio even suggesting?
“I was thinking we could repeat the sex, because actually what's adorable is the fact that I made you come like what, 8 times? And we only stopped because my hand”–“OKAY RIO. Okay.”
If you grabbed a strawberry and put it next to Agatha's face, you could not tell them apart. Agatha was feeling red.
“You know, when people have sex that good, they usually talk about it after.” Rio says, her dark eyes making holes in Agatha's side profile.
“I’ve never had sex that good” She realizes the mistake as soon as the words escape her mouth. Rio’s stare, the sex stare, is back, and oh boy.
Fuck.
Fuck.Fuck.Fuckity.Fuck.Fuck her stupid life. Fuck Rio. Fuck this.
“Oh?”
“I mean, I meant to say that- well, you could’ve told me to stay if you didn’t want me to leave”
Rio chuckles. Seriously fuck her.
“Oh my sweetest Agatha, must I remind you that you snuck out of my apartment after I passed out?” Rio was enjoying this. That depraved sexy young woman was having the time of her life watching Agatha squirm and panic because of her.
“I didn’t want to intrude” Agatha tries to snap back, but it comes out weak and a bit pathetic. She hates that Rio caught this.
“Sleeping after going at it for like, what, 4 hours? is not intruding. But okay, my bad for not letting you know I wanted to wake up next to you after sex before we had sex” Rio responds, with a different tone this time. Rio was being understanding, and Agatha did not understand why. Ironic huh.
“I have personally never met a mind reader thank you very much, so yeah you should’ve shared your thoughts and intentions about, well, us and what happened or happens or what you want to happen–”
“My plan for when we woke up was to fuck you again, make you breakfast and then ask for your number” Agatha hates the way Rio says that, so fucking nonchalantly as if Agatha’s heart rate didn’t just fucking speed up. She had to catch a grip because even though it was dark outside, Rio could see that she was definitely blushing.
“Oh” That was all she was able to get out. She had to reevaluate.
“But it’s okay, I like a little challenge. Thank God I’m friends with Alice and she gave me your last name.”
She makes a mental note that the next time she goes to the lesbian bar she's going to yell at Alice and make her give her free drinks for at least a week.
“I’m pretty sure that her disclosing client information with another client is illegal.”
“Are you complaining?”
Agatha doesn’t respond. Apparently, that suffices for an answer to Rio because she smiles. Cute. Whatever. Fuck.
“And then you made everything more interesting because you have no social media so naturally I had to show up to your job.”
“So I was right, you’re like, a professional stalker.”
“I was just very determined to see you again.”
“I detest the term fuck buddies. We are not going to be fuck buddies.”
“You can call it whatever you want baby.”
Fuck Rio Vidal and her stupid terms of endearment that make her blush.
The universe seems to hate her because ‘Want You In My Room’ starts playing.
“Cool song.” Rio says with the most stupid ass grin splattered on her face. She wants to kiss it off of her so badly. Agatha looks at Rio like she is going to murder her for real. And Rio just looks aroused. Again, what a crazy woman.
Agatha hates her stupid little gay life or whatever Billy seems to call it.
The rest of the drive no one says a word, Carly is just singing about wanting her lover ‘On the bed, on the floor’ and Agatha thinks she might be the first person recorded in history to experience these levels of wanting something so bad. She was going to explode. She hopes they call it ‘Lesbian Combustion’.
They arrive at the garage and right after she parks the car Rio jumps on top of Agatha and latches her mouth to hers. Okay well, maybe Rio's levels of want might match hers. Nice.
Agatha instantly grabs her waist to pull her closer and she realizes that Rio left the towel on her seat, meaning she was naked from the waist up. She loves her life.
“Fuck Agatha” Rio moans in her mouth. Agatha decides to explore a little, leaving a trail of kisses from her cheek, to her ear, to her neck and–
They both jump as they make the car horn sound.
They lock eyes and just laugh. Rio is really pretty. ?
“Can we go inside? I loved jumping on top of you like a feral animal but my back will not forgive me if we stay in this position” Rio asks and Agatha thinks it's adorable that Rio thinks she wouldn't do anything she asked her right now.
“Okay, but that didn’t stop you from begging me to put you in crazy positions.” Rio rolls her eyes as she grins and opens the door, jumping out of the car. She looks so cute with her glassy eyes and flushed– Stop. Okay.
Rio is leaning on the car waiting for Agatha, and she lets out a surprised gasp when she grabs her wrists again and leads her to her room. No time to show her around the house. There will be time for a tour later. When they wake up or whatever. She smiles. Oh, Agatha was fucked.