It didn't take a detective, despite being one for her, to pick up on her sudden federal shielded shadow's apparent fascination with wrists.
Or more to the point with her wrists.
Agnes grins inwardly as she again tests her newest observation by slowly, deliberately rolling up the sleeve of her loose-fitting flannel.
It amused her seeing agent Vidal's eyes clouded with something like awed greed when Agnes had rolled in -late- munching on a stale donut and wearing a dark green button-up rather than usual for her dark blue or purple-black.
The effect was almost immediate. As soon as her pulse point was nakedly exposed, Agent Vidal's eyes shifted towards the small allowance of visibility into her office through the half-closed blinds. Like a shark scenting blood, Agnes compared.
"Freaking suite wearing vampire." Agnes muses, not knowing why this comparison thrilled her even more as she spies an almost agreeing curling of a smile on her target's lips; with a smile of her own, the cop notices how Rio's captivating dark eyes darken even more as she gazes greedily at the small flashing of skin the curious detective offered as she leaned back in her chair running a hand through her hair in not so faked frustration with her current case.
The case is just how best to push the buttons of the incredibly distracting federal agent Vidal.
Agnes needed to immediately twist her chair away from the window, not expecting the teasing flick of Rio's tongue to dart out, wetting the fed's slightly parted lips when Rio's eyes caught her watching the unfolding progress of her skin flashing experiment.
Not even that tiny action triggered anything remotely interesting, like a flipped jump in Agnes's heart rate.
Because it didn't.
And in no way in hell was Agnes going to admit that after another bord glance at the now war path looking fed stomping towards her office, the frustrated detective had quickly needed to shove her chair closer to the edge of her desk to hide the fact the lap of her pants was already sporting a noticeable damp spot between her thighs the closer Rio came.
"three, two-" Agnes mentally counted out slowly as she pretended not to be just as actively keeping an eye on the higher ranked officer hovering over her newest open case as her hands scrambled for something to reach for as she got her breathing back under control.
She knew that some part of her mind was nagging at her. She knew the consequences awaiting her for daring to tease her. Or at least her body did as another twist of heat pooled low in her abdomen.
Heck, even the lush office plants Rio had insisted on being placed outside and around Agnes's office seem to have snapped to attention the closer Agent Vidal got to them.
"Uhh—Co-come in." Agnes stumbles out at the surprisingly soft knocking from the other side of the closed office door
Why did it bother her so much? She wonders, glaring as if in some unspoken warning when she notices one of the overgrown looking spindle-like mini trees 'keeping guard' at her door, which seemed to be rocking backward as Rio entered.
More than a few lush leafy branches reaching out just a little too long for Rio's retreating back.
"Now, Now, no need to murder the greenery." Rio hums as the door swings closed behind her. "They know you're the only one allowed to touch. They only get to look while I strengthen them all up. Not like anyone here knows how to care for them properly."
"Says you." Agnes grunts, still glaring at the now sad-seeming tree plant withering a little outside her office door. "and if you knew the rest of us were incompetent in caring for them, why bringing them here in the first place, cluttering everything up?"
"Think of them like my own little birds from that iron game chair show more than a few of your coworkers watch when they are meant to be doing, you know, police stuff." Rio offers, now sitting intimately close even when leaning so coolly at the corner of Agnes's desk.
"What, so you're like, Varys and the plants go around whispering all our deep dark secrets to you?" Agnes scoffs.
But from how Rio's eyes brightened at the suggestion, Agnes regretted rolling her eyes. "Now you're getting it." Rio seems to be agreeing with another underwear-dampening smile curling her lips.
"Must be a fed thing then." Agnes shrugs off, rolling her chair just a little closer under the cover of her desk. She tugs angrily at the suddenly restrictive fit of her shirt collar.
"Hum. Not entirely." Rio was quick to counter, and Agnes counted a small win at the tight flexing in Rio's jaw when the flustered detective gave another quick flashing of her inner wrist in the leaning in fed's direction.
"I see you've been doing wonders with this little beauty."
Agnes rolls her eyes at the soft cooing note layering Rio's voice now.
"Not like it's hard." She scoffs as Rio crosses with cat-like quiet over to the decretive pot of violets shoved on top of one of the office cluttered filing cabinets jammed behind Agnes's desk. "You said when you dumped it on me that those kinds of plants grow well even in a dungeon like this place." She pauses, waving a hand around the lowly lighted office.
Even Rio catches herself swaying in time with the moving flicks of Agnes's bared wrist.
Like a snake charmer insnaring a deadly viper.
"Tricky, tricky, detective." Rio tisks, shaking herself out of the intentionally set trap she'd so willingly triggered.
Agnes visibly gulps at the more hiss-like whisper of the agent's voice.
"If you wanted my undivided attention, you could have just asked for it." Rio reminds
At this, Agnes bristles, "I don't want anything from you." She spits.
Rio chuckles low in the back of her throat at the pitiable defense. "Sure, you don't."
The annoyingly bright pot of violets was sent crashing to the ground with the force of Rio's back slamming hard against the cabinet it was sitting on.
Not that either woman cared much as Agnes's mouth swallowed Rio's groan with a lip-bruising kiss.
But soon, it was Agnes's turn to moan when Rio's thigh wedged against the jeans-covered source of the denim and underwear-wetting heat between the cop's legs.
"Hum, as much as I want to hear you, and believe me, I've more than missed hearing you in pleasure that I give you, my lady, you do have to be a little quieter, my sweet," Rio warns as long fingers pull at the hair tie freeing Agens's hair from the messy ponytail, the rushing cop had decided to throw it in on the way out the door that morning. "My little potted guards can only block so much noise." The fed was trying to tell her.
"Fuck them." Agnes snaps as her hands scratch hard down the flexing expanse of Rio's stomach more than enjoying the sheer strength under her fingers as she backs the fed up, so Rio was now leaning more against the edge of Agnes's desk.
"You know I don't share well, you most of all." Rio was quick to remind as the fed's arms looped softly around Agnes's shoulders.
"Even now?" Agnes asks, wondering why it surprised her so much to hear the declaration whispered so truthfully as she pauses in riding both Rio and herself of the separating layers of clothes.
Who the hell cared that they were still in a fully staffed police office during the active workday? If someone- anyone- were to walk in and find them unclothed and in such an intimately compromised position that they would both lose their jobs?
Agnes sure as hell didn't.
"I'm yours, my love, then, now, always." Rio vows, whispering the words directly into her ear, "You hating me for what I had to do can't ever change that." as the fed's fingers toy with the now loose fall of Agnes's hair, drawing Agnes even deeper into the heat fogged need threatening to combust under her skin the longer she feels Rio's oddly cool body against hers.
Like she was pressing herself against water-cooled glass rather than another human body, she was about to fuck hard against her office desk.
Rather than answer, Agnes kisses the other woman again.
Harder. Rougher. Hungrier.
And Agnes was bending the fed back over her desk, still kissing. Hands still wondering. Rio's thigh was still somehow wedged against Agnes's wet center.
Rio's hand closed tight around the closer reaching of Agnes's wrist; at the same time, the detective's fingers began a slow teasing brushing along the slickening folds between Rio's legs.
The butch-dressed federal agent was not early wet enough to match the sizzling fire flicking under Agnes's skin.
"Keep going, my love," Rio purrs, more than a little touched at the hesitation furrowing the detective's brows at her apparent denial of things progressing further. "I just want to feel you." Rio was begging at the same time, her hips bucking against the stilled touch of Agnes's fingers between her slickened thighs. "Please, I've missed your spark." She groaned, falling back against the braced offering of the desktop, still greedily holding Agnes's wrist. Her thumb rubbed along the humming pulse point of Agnes's wrist.
The humming spark of lust-twisted magic was not as strong as usual, with Agatha lost in the spell fog of the Red Witch's brain hex, but Rio wasn't going to pass a chance for such intimacy when her love was so greedily hunting for it.
Agnes should be puzzled at the odd wording, but the heat clawing between her thighs didn't leave much room for any thoughts other than driving Rio just as mad as Rio was making her as she allowed the whimpering fed to pull her back for another heated kiss.