Aggie Had An Art Nouveau Phase As A Teen And Never Left It

aggie had an art nouveau phase as a teen and never left it

so close to 666-

" you won't be able to walk straight when i'm done with you, my pretty... pretty dove... "

the dirty kind of teasing. / accepting!

her breath hitches at maren's words, a soft moan leaving her. gods, her wife really knows how to excite her, doesn't she? " only if you promise to carry me around and give me the princess treatment after we're done. " agatha tells her with a smile, gazing up at her as maren hovers over her, her fingers caressing her wife's arm. of course her beloved promises to do so, which is followed by many, many kisses and quite the night of rigorous lovemaking. sure enough, agatha was very sore later. she couldn't even get out of bed to take a bath, her maren had to prepare it for her and carry her into it! even here, relaxing in the tub, her legs feel like they've turned into jelly.

agatha lays back against her wife, holding her hand, bringing it to her lips to press gentle kisses to her knuckles. she closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of lavender hanging in the air from the bath bomb maren had tossed into the hot water. she hums softly in content, laying her head back against her wife's chest as she now holds her hand against her cheek, gently nuzzling her palm. " you always take such good care of me, my love. " agatha murmurs, then giggles softly. " making up for making a mess of me earlier? "

[ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss. ( toshi and aggie owo )

it's been a couple of months since they admitted their feelings for each other. it's difficult finding the peace and time to spend together, but agatha fully acknowledged she knew what she was getting into when outright admitting her feelings for japan's number one hero, all might himself. their relationship had to be kept a secret, too, but she figured as such before telling how she felt. it sucks and it's awful at times, but... she understands. agatha does her best to make the most of the time they can spend together. not in public dates, but private dinners she cooks for the two.

she makes meals based on what he said he needed the most, citing it was what kept him going, what kept him strong. agatha was more than happy to follow his dietary restrictions; she's sure most, if not all, have them. dessert was usually out of the question, but tonight, agatha made something small and delectable, something that still applied to what toshinori needed.

she picks up the dishes, the silverware and the glasses as their idle chitchat continues, setting the dishes down in the sink to soak. agatha hears his comment on the wonderful meal and she turns, smiling sweetly at him. " n-no need to thank me, toshi. i-i w-was more than happy to c-cook for us. " she moves closer, resting her hand on his shoulder. his features seem to soften as he gazes up at her and whenever he does that, it sends her heart all aflutter. her cheeks flush as her gaze flickers elsewhere. " i'm j-just glad we get to— t-to s-spend time together again, e-even if it's only f-f-for a l-little while. " agatha looks at him again, meeting his gaze before her own wanders over his features. his handsome, chiseled features... she looks away again. damn it, she has to stop letting her mind wander whenever he's here!

agatha's gaze flickers down to his hand as she sees it come into view, looking to him when he cups her jaw. her heart is fluttering all over again, her cheeks flushing more. she looks to his other hand as it takes hers and gently pulls her into his lap. " t-toshi— "

" shh, shh. let's just make the most of tonight, agatha. " he softly tells her, his thumb caressing her cheek.

her heart skips a beat and she gives a tentative nod, draping her arms over his shoulders, her fingers gently brushing over his hair as she gazes up at him. there have been many instances where they nearly kissed, their lips mere inches away, but one thing or another got in the way and interrupted them. agatha hesitates to even try. what if something else interrupts them? he's the number one hero, after all, he's always available, always on call. does she really have him all to herself in this moment? well, if her mind never stops racing, she'll never kiss him.

agatha's hand moves to grasp his tie and she pulls him down, closing her eyes as she finally kisses him, her heart beating wildly against her ribs. she moans softly against toshinori's lips as she feels him wrap his arms around her frame and she deepens the kiss. she comes back up for air after a moment, panting softly.

" i-i— i've been w-wanting so badly to k-kiss you, toshi. " agatha admits breathlessly, looking up at him. " i... i'm afraid i— " she bites her lower lip, her thoughts a jumbled, flustered mess. " i-i want m-more. "

“Oi, Aggie. What’s for dinner? Do ya need help cookin’?” Shiro delivers a quick kiss to the back of her neck before wrapping his arms around her from the back and pulling her against his strong body.

" hey, shiro. " she smiles up at him, leaning back against him as he pulls her close. " tonight, i-i'm making sesame tofu and broccoli. i've only m-made it once before, but it came out so good. i don't need help, but i-if you're offering, i'd accept. " agatha takes one of his hands and brings it to her lips, gently kissing his knuckles before pulling away to resume cooking, her smile growing as shiro works alongside her.

i really wish google's image search wasn't flooded with ai bullshit