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Alice felt numb inside.
Agatha was the last person she was expecting to find standing outside her door after her mom wasn't going to be around anymore.
'Hey, how's it going, Teen?' Agatha said, plastering her smile on.
The grin on Agatha's face only made Alice despise her all the more. Every muscle in her body tensed, and she didn't know if she wanted to claw at her for the pain she'd caused or cling to her for being the only person to really see her.
'What do you want, Agatha?' Every word felt like venom dripping from her lips; excising the knot of grief in her throat.
Contrition flitted over Agatha's face before settling into an all too familiar look of patronising sympathy, and Alice hated her for it. Agatha tried to reach out to her but Alice didn't need a viper's comfort. She shrugged her off, walking away to turn the record player off, sighing as she heard Agatha following her in.
Alice wanted to stay mad, to let all of her rage out on Agatha, but how could she?
She had failed to save her mom, and the only other people she had were those vultures of mom's hangers-on; feeding off her grief. Pretending they cared about anything other than money and power.
But Agatha was here—had returned for her.
Steeling herself before turning around, unaware of how close Agatha had closed in behind her—with far too hungry a look in her eyes for Alice's liking.
She let Agatha crowd her against the shelf to her back, a hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, finger trailing down to her jaw, bringing her chin up to meet her predatory eyes.
The silence overbearing—she wishes Agatha would speak, would say anything that Alice could bite into and tear to pieces. But she doesn't, and if Alice tries she's worried she might disintegrate.
Instead, Alice leans in, teeth scraping sharply along Agatha's neck, catching on a few wiry hairs, feeling the bob of Agatha's throat as she chuckles as if Alice couldn't sink her canines into her jugular and pull—bringing her teeth together over the pulsing spot and Agatha lets out a loud, guttural moan, hips shifting a little.
A hand grips Alice's hair, tugging her away from her target to meet Agatha's smug expression, 'having some fun there, Teen? Thought you didn't like hurting people.' Agatha says with faux concern.
'Fuck you.' Alice says, pushing Agatha back—her nails digging deep into her hips through her clothes—ignoring her jibing comments, her fluttering hands, the stupid fucking twinkle in her eye that means Alice is doing exactly what she wanted.
Fuck you, she thinks.
Fuck you
Fuck you
She's gripping so tightly her fingers are aching.
Fuck you
Fuck
Fuck
Her jaw tense from the pressure of keeping everything inside.
FUCK
Pushing Agatha down onto the low-backed sofa with all her might, her usual teasing look instead igniting a fire of rage in Alice's stomach.
The place where she dragged her teeth now a gash of red against Agatha's pale skin—too close, too similar—not similar enough—to the birthmark she shared with her mother.
Alice feels the tightness in her throat building, making it harder to breathe, the pain of her furrowed brow as if that can keep all her grief locked away. She feels the sharp sting in her nose of tears about to form. Clamping onto the soft flesh on the inside of her cheek for anything to distract her from the emotions welling up inside.
Heart racing, unsure if it was the tears threatening to overwhelm or having a familiar body so close—
'Cat got your tongue?' Agatha taunted.
At that Alice surged forward, tearing at her clothes, biting into any flesh her teeth could find. Grabbing Agatha's breasts as she finally took what she wanted from Agatha.
Agatha was moaning beneath her now, trying to wriggle her hands into Alice's trousers.
Alice held Agatha down with a hand on her chest, the beating heart assuring her that she was still here as Agatha's fingers worked their way up into her.
For once Agatha wasn't pushing Alice to be noisy. And Alice would hate her all the more for it; if it didn't save her from the thought that her mom might only be in the next room.
The only sounds in the room the harsh breaths between them and Agatha's hand working between her thighs.
Alice hid her face in Agatha's neck, biting and tugging at any skin she found to stop the tears from coming.
Agatha took the opportunity to place wet kisses along Alice's birthmark, licking long strips as if she's trying to taste as much of her as she can, her saliva cooling her ever-hot skin—the shock of the cold air pushing Alice closer to the edge.
Alice thought this was the closest to gentle Agatha had ever been with her. Like she might truly care for her—but before Alice can follow that thought Agatha brought up thumb up to her clit as she started scraping her teeth around the edge of the mark.
As she got closer the tears became torturous to keep at bay. The stinging fizzing down to her fingertips.
Every muscle in Alice's body was straining as hard as it could, as if that would stop the tide of emotion from pouring out of her.
Agatha's soft breaths reassuring against her ear. Her free hand coming to cradle the back of her head as Alice finally breaks apart.
Agatha's fingers slow down on her cunt, gently toying with the hair there mirroring the motions on her head, as she lets Alice shake above her as her orgasm and sobs rattle through her body.
Ashamed of everything that just happened, Alice tried to detangle herself from Agatha's arms, only to find firm hands holding her head in place.
Thumbs wiped away her mascara-stained tears, smudging them across her cheeks.
'It's okay.' She says, looking the most earnest Alice has ever seen her, encouraging Alice to relax back into her embrace. A hand running through her hair, gently scratching her scalp. Holding her tighter for each shuddering breath she lets out.
Agatha's other hand absentmindedly runs down her arm to the tattoo her mom had gotten her, slowly circling the pattern while humming a comforting tune.