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The elevator dinged above as the metal silver doors opened with ease. Agatha sighed with relief when the familiar apartment building hallway was before her. Just a few doors down she could escape society into her home for the weekend. She had no plans to leave or do anything besides be with her wife, possibly sleep all the forty eight hours away. Realistically, they needed to start searching for a house. Both were growing tired of the apartment, craving a space of their own tucked away from the rest of the world. 

The key gave her a hard time unlocking the door. A frustrating reminder to pester her landlord over getting it fixed. Another reason they wanted to leave. Barely any issues they had were ever fixed. It was always Rio taking care of them. Though it opened after a few turns and a subtle kick with the heel of her boot against the door. 

Agatha thought it’d be silent. Maybe the sound of Rio watching a movie or singing along to music as she made dinner. However, Agatha froze when the familiar soundtrack and sound effects hit her ears. 

No. No, fucking, holy shit- No.

She only bothered to kick her boots off, still wearing her jacket and holding her purse as she stormed to the living room. Low and behold,

Mortal fuckin’ Kombat. 

Oh, Agatha could slaughter Rio on the spot for this. However, she knew that wouldn’t be fair. It had never come up how her son had a phase throughout his teenage years. He was addicted to this game and would pester Agatha to complete the levels on, what was it called? Levels or towers? Whatever they were- She did not miss it in the slightest. 

But, Rio didn’t know. The sight wasn’t surprising either to find her on the couch, focused on the TV with the game controller super glued to her hands. To be honest, while other wives may grow tired and annoyed over their spouse zoning out to a video game for hours on end- 

Agatha never minded it. 

If anything, she used that time to read her book. Her head would be rested in Rio’s lap or vice versa. As long as they were in each other’s orbit without her wife locked away in some room. Why would she care? She was anti-social beyond belief. Rio was her person, the one she chose to spend the rest of her life with because she never had expectations of her. 

That all being said, Mortal Kombat was different. So annoyingly different. She thought her days of hearing it, seeing it, playing it and all of the above were over. Nicholas was in college, he could keep that game there with him and his buddies. 

Agatha huffed, tossing her purse on the kitchen bar that divided the two rooms. She started to take her jacket off, gesturing to the television with a strong, 

“Am I married to a game addict or to you, Rio?” Agatha scoffed. 

Rio looked away from the television for a split second before turning back to slam a few buttons on the controller, tossing it over her shoulder, 

“Hello to you too, mi amor”

A few seconds went by that were close to a minute before the game announced her defeat. She groaned, tossing the controller beside her on the couch as her hands hid her face. Agatha tried to hide the smirk over the sight, determined to come off as annoyed as possible. 

She stepped over, arms crossed tight against her chest. 

“What happened to dinner?” 

Rio slowly dragged her hands down so her eyes peaked above the tips of her fingers, a shy smile hidden behind her palms. 

“You look beautiful today,” She said in a muffled tone, earning an eye roll from her wife. “Oh, come on! You love when I play a video game. It’s your quiet time, you call it” 

Agatha mentally cursed herself out for that. Why hadn’t she been a normal wife like the rest? The ones who groaned at their thirty five year old spouse for having a hobby that would cause her to not notice the time. 

Plus, dinner wasn’t that big of a deal. Agatha was craving Chinese food more than she cared to admit. They had agreed to cut back on takeout, but that was always a hopeless thought. 

Before Agatha was able to shoot a reply back her way, Rio jumped to her feet and she slowly strode over. She kept her hands behind her back, her body tilted forward while the brown eyes sparkled in their own words. A sight Agatha knew so well. 

Rio wanted something. Whatever it was, Agatha knew she was about to hate and Rio would annoy her or beg the woman into it. 

Agatha put her finger up, lips parting as she prepared to deny and shoot her down before she-

“You should play with me”

Oh, you’ve got to be joking. 

The older woman laughed, shaking her head as she stepped back. 

“No. I don’t- There is no way in hell. Not a damn chance, Rio”

Her hands swung forward, tugging on the white blouse where the buttons met in the middle. She pursed her lips, sparkling eyes becoming dilated with a pout that was worse than her son’s. How that was possible, she never knew. 

“No. The sad act isn’t working this time and-”

“Pleaseeeee” Rio leaned forward. “I’ll buy you dinner! Chinese, I can see it all over your face that’s what you’ve been craving today”

Sometimes Agatha hated how well her wife knew her. A simple stare and she was able to read her, analyze, and pick apart every layer like Agatha was designed for Rio to know completely. Every now and then, she’d grow jealous of how Agatha wasn’t even able to figure out her own self like Rio could. 

She took in a deep breath, unable to resist letting her fingertips push the few dark brown strands, tucking them behind Rio’s ear. 

“Come on,” Rio smirked. “It’ll be fun”

Would it?

As always, the puppy eyes and pleading voice won Agatha over. She tossed her head back with a groan before giving in with an agitated voice, making sure Rio knew she wasn’t excited about this. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll play” Agatha nodded, rolling her shoulders back as a subtle smirk raised her lips. She wasn’t letting Rio reply before the idea that subtly sparked in her mind jumped out of her. “But, let's make this interesting” 

“Oh?”

“Whoever loses,” She started, pushing her pointer finger against Rio’s sternum. “Has to take off whatever piece of clothing the winner tells them to”

Rio paused for a brief moment , seemingly letting the words sink in to digest them. Agatha knew there’d be no argument. Not a chance. The best part about all this though?

Her wife had zero idea Agatha was a master at the game thanks to Nicky forcing her to play for years, and Agatha had no plans on telling her either. She wanted to play a game Agatha hated more than any other? Well, why not make it fun for herself?

“Strip poker, but Mortal Kombat edition?” Rio smirked, excitement bubbling within.

Agatha shrugged, 

“If you think you can handle it” 

And oh, it was on. So fucking on. 

The younger woman let out a strong laugh. Her body jumped slightly, feet barely lifting off the ground as she looked like a giddy child who won the best prize possible . She pecked Agatha’s lips a few times, bringing tiny snickers and giggles out of the other woman. Her hands then ruffled the blouse, tugging it as she leaned down an inch to look up at her. 

“Oh, you're fucking on! Prepared to be naked and begging for mercy, baby” 

Rio exclaimed before spinning around to find her phone, going into a ramble of how she’d order them dinner which gave Agatha some time to shower and pick clothes that would drive Rio into a desperate, lust filled, spiral. 

Agatha watched in amusement. A smug look unable to hide itself as she started to plan how this would go down. Did she want Rio’s pants off first or the hoodie that hid far too much right then? Would she make Rio wait for her touch, maybe even say she wouldn’t do anything until Rio won a single fight?

Oh. The possibilities were endless. She hated this game with every fiber of her being, but this edition of it ? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. 

“Your usual?” Rio asked. 

“What do you think?” Agatha asked. 

“God, you know-” Rio gestured her phone at her with a smirk. “I know there’s no way you’ve ever touched this game. So I’d be careful if I were you. I’ll leave you high and dry, naked on the couch if I please”

Agatha snorted, rolling her eyes as she waved a hand over her shoulder. She made her way down the hall to the bathroom, hearing Rio behind exclaiming an ego filled threat,

“I’m serious! You won’t be on top this time, Agatha!” 

“Oh, I’m sure, baby!” Agatha called back, dipping her head back before entering the bathroom. “Though, it’d be nice of you to teach me the controls first. Give me some sort of chance”

The woman didn’t know how the hell she restrained a laugh through the lie. The controls would be second nature. She’d most likely switch back to autopilot and fall into the memory of when Nicky would be chanting her on by her side. As much as she hated the game, Agatha could never regret those memories. Especially since they taught her the game to con her wife, trick her, and end up winning in more ways than one. 

Rio didn’t respond, already on the phone ordering their dinner. Though Agatha knew the face she was making too well. How her lips were lifted, smiling brightly as that damn tongue probably kept swiping in the inside of her cheek. God. Agatha may have always taken control and remained on top, but that little move? It made her melt completely. 

She shut the door behind her, stripping her clothes to jump into the shower, plotting her victory and debating if she’d confess to her scheme after all was said and done. 

_________

Agatha chose to wear grey sweatpants and a simple dark purple tank top. The spaghetti straps tight against her shoulders, the top low enough for her breasts to appear a smidge. Not only was the outfit comfortable, but she knew how Rio nearly drooled over the tank tops. Summer was her favorite time because of them. They rarely made an appearance during winter, but the heat was on and Agatha wanted Rio to think it’d only take three victories to leave her bare naked on the couch. 

She knew it had worked as they ate dinner side by side. Their legs glued against one another, feet kicked up on the coffee table, Rio’s eyes struggling to focus anywhere else. How quick she ate her food, clearing it in hopes they’d get to the game sooner rather than later. 

On the other hand, Agatha had been taking her sweet time. She rambled about her long day at work. Typically she’d be annoyed if Rio wasn’t listening, but couldn’t find a single care this time around . With the burning stare on her chest, how Rio only hummed responses that barely formed a word. How could she be annoyed? 

After an agonizing half an hour or so , Rio beamed when Agatha finally finished her dinner. She nearly face planted on the floor, tripping over her own feet to clean up. Agatha smirked, knowing well why the younger woman wasn’t letting her take care of their containers. She’d find a way to take another half an hour to do so . 

It got even better when Rio ran back with a wine glass, filled with red liquid to the brim. Agatha laughed warmly, raising her hand to take it from her as she spoke. 

“Oh, this is cute. What? Scared if I’m sober I’ll win?” 

Rio snickered, grabbing the two controllers off the TV stand before dropping them onto the couch. Her body leaned against Agatha’s shoulder, shivering when the older woman pressed a kiss on the top of her head. 

“I smoked a bit ago. So, I’m technically not sober myself” 

“Thought I smelled weed on you” Agatha chuckled. “No wonder you didn’t wait till I got home to shower with me”

“I’ll make it up to you tonight. Though, I doubt you’ll be able to stand or look at me with how hard your ass will be kicked after this”

Agatha took a generous sip of her wine before placing it on the end table beside her. She hummed, draping her arm over her wife’s chest, face buried in the damp hair that smelled of lavender conditioner. 

“Did you steal my conditioner again?” She mumbled.

Rio shrugged. 

“You tell me” 

She handed Agatha her controller, explaining to give her a moment to set it up. 

As her eyes scanned over the Playstation controller, she held back a smile over it. It was the new one, but all the buttons remained the same. 

The memories of the grey controller with Cheetos dust prints (Which Agatha nearly threw a tantrum over. Soon enough, Nicky learned to clean it before she got her hands on it), Nicky cursing under his breath, how Agatha would tell him off for doing so (Even though, she’d be cursing through the lecture of telling him to not curse). It all felt like yesterday they had been locked in his room playing the game overnight. As the ache in her heart somewhat appeared, a dull sensation that tugged her lips back to bite on them- 

She wondered if it was horrible of her to hate it. 

Normally, Rio would reassure her during these moments. Agatha could picture and hear the way she’d laugh. Most likely say a small, 

“Every parent never wants to hear something they had to hear on repeat. Think about Alice and Jen, once the kid is older- They’ll never want to hear Baby Shark or whatever” 

Though this time, Rio wouldn’t be reassuring her like that. Agatha wasn’t that easy to break. Luckily the feeling was interrupted as Rio escaped her hold to sit up. Her legs were tucked under her, facing Agatha with the controller in her hand. 

“Okay! I don’t feel like playing through the tutorial, so hi. It’s me. Your beautiful wife as your tutor today”

Agatha smirked. 

“Oh? Thought this was a strip game. Are we roleplaying student/teacher now? How sexy”

Rio’s cheeks shaded a hint of red, shaking her head as she nudged her shoulder softly. 

“Focus!” She exclaimed. “Alright, so..”

Agatha forced herself to pay attention. Even if she knew every instruction Rio gave. How the Square button was a front punch, the Triangle equaled a back punch, the front kick belonged to X while the back kick belonged to Circle. Moving around was the thumbstick, the grab was L1, and the block was R2. Even if Agatha knew she’d be fine and sink into the game with ease, she was silently thankful it all remained the same. 

Rio’s eager grin was wide, a massive size filled with an ego Agatha couldn’t wait to get rid of. 

“Got it?” 

Agatha sighed, shaking her head as she rubbed her temple to appear stressed. 

“And how am I supposed to know you haven’t sabotaged me?” 

“Because you trust and love me and we would never con the other” 

She leaned down with every word, her nose brushing as her lips ghosted against Agatha’s. Both knew her words weren’t true. They loved pulling tricks over each other. Hell, their marriage was a scheme Agatha had fallen for. Rio had taunted her by saying Agatha wasn’t brave enough, how it would never happen, endlessly for weeks on end. Finally, the older woman dragged Rio to the courthouse, they were married within a few hours, and by nightfall, it had dawned on her then.

“Rio..”

“Hm?” 

“You tricked me into marrying you, didn’t you?”

Rio was silent and that was all the confirmation Agatha needed. She took in a strong inhale before deeply exhaling as her now wife snickered beside her. 

“It worked though” 

“I should’ve gotten a prenup” 

Agatha was about to close the gap between them when Rio jumped back to her side of the couch. An evil grin as she wiggled her eyebrows, looking over to her wife who was glaring at her for ditching the kiss she had instigated. 

“Oh, mi amor. No pouting! Give it a few rounds and I’ll kiss you all over, how’s that?”

Don’t be so sure of that...

The older woman dramatically sighed, tilting her head back for a few seconds, rolling her neck over to watch Rio focus on the TV. Her smile was soft even if desire and anticipation were running through her. Admiring Rio felt like one of the best gifts she’d ever been given in life . Typically when her wife played games, Agatha had endless time to watch her. She’d peek over her book, snicker when Rio frowned or scrunched her nose over whatever she was losing at. 

Unfortunately, Rio cut off her time, keeping it way too short for her liking. 

“You’ll have time to stare at me when I fuck you, Ag” Rio said, eyes never moving off the TV. “Come on, choose your character” 

Agatha pulled her eyes to the TV, seeing the one Rio had chosen. Before she could ask Rio who it was, the younger woman was giddy to tell her. Which of course, Agatha found far too adorable over a game she couldn’t stand. 

“D’vorah!” She beamed. “Imagine if I looked like her. Oh, I’d be so cool and-”

“A total turn off” Agatha snorted, shaking her head. 

Rio huffed. 

“You’re no fun”

“So I’ve been told” She muttered.

Agatha scanned the few faces, up and down, side to side before falling onto one guy who looked like some cowboy. She gestured at the TV with her remote, nodding her head up,

“Who’s that?” 

Rio cleared her throat before deepening her voice to the lowest tone possible, 

“Erron Black” 

The older woman slowly turned her head, unable to be completely annoyed by the way Rio was already laughing as she reached for her water to get rid of the tingle in her throat. 

“I hope you choke-”

“I’ll be choking you in a few minutes, babe” 

“Mhm, sure”

Agatha looked back at the list, scanning down until one had caught her eye. She didn’t know any of the names and never chose characters before. Nicky always did because one, she didn’t care to. Two, it was his game she was playing for him. 

She ended up choosing the guy Rio had told her, not paying attention. Her focus was on the plan she made up in her mind while the hot water washed away the day. It’d be perfect and Rio would most certainly not see it coming from any direction possible. 

“Oo, sexy choice” 

Agatha scoffed.

“So, you’re into men now. Is that it?”

Rio rolled her eyes. 

“You’d look good as a cowboy is all, mi amor” 

“Cowboy roleplay? You want that added to the list as well?” Agatha smirked. 

“I want every way to fuck you added to the list. This being the best one because you have zero chance at winning” 

Agatha couldn’t deny, the words Rio said about what she wanted to do to her did send a shot of desire between her legs. That still wasn’t enough to abandon her plan. 

The game had started the countdown and Agatha’s mind groaned in annoyance. She had not missed this. She already knew the moment she told Nicky how Rio made her play it, he’d demand it was only fair for her to play with him again. That thought made her smile a bit. But what brought out the wider smile?

Step one of the devious scheme had commenced. 

In two rounds of the first game, Rio had won both. She laughed in victory, sticking her tongue out as her hand reached over, tugging the waistband of the sweatpants. 

“Rip ‘em off, baby” She instructed. 

Agatha rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance as she stood to slowly take them off. She felt Rio’s eyes on her the entire time. How the burn lingered along her thighs, down her calves, and back up again. The little gasp that escaped made Agatha wonder if she should let her win the entire thing. Especially as she turned to find Rio’s eyes stuck on the black lace pair of underwear. The one Agatha had bought a few months ago for Rio’s birthday. A surprise that left her wife nearly drooling. 

“I’m not sure you can win the next game if your eyes are on me, Rio” 

Her voice was silk, dipped in honey, and coated in sweetness just the way she knew Rio liked. She smirked the moment the brown eyes now coated in darkness, a lust that only was growing stronger by the second snapped up. Rio blinked a few times like a deer in headlights, shaking her head as she cleared her throat. 

“Nope,” She looked back at the TV. “I am- I’m, uh-”

“You’re what?” 

Agatha hummed as she sat back on the couch. The time her body turned for her head to rest on the pillow, legs draped over Rio’s lap with one crossed over the other. Rio had looked instantly, jumping from her sudden touch. She stared, visibly struggling to not touch her as she swallowed the desire down. 

“This is cheating,” She muttered. 

“Is it?” Agatha asked, clicking her tongue as she shook her head. “For a master player like yourself, my legs shouldn’t be a distraction. Don’t you agree, honey? Or would you like to admit you aren’t the champion you claim to be?”

Rio shook her head aggressively, looking back up as her thumbs moved quickly to start the next round. Agatha snickered, hearing the game call her attention, and just like before- She faked annoyance and grumbled with frustration. 

A few kicks, pathetic punches, and two rounds later-

“HA!” Rio laughed, nearly flying off the couch as she shoved Agatha’s legs off. “Alright. Off with the top. One more win and you are mine to devour, baby”

As intriguing as the word devour sounded, Agatha was more than ready to take the reigns of victory. She rolled her eyes, tossing the controller on the coffee table to peel the tank top off her body. At first, Agatha was going to lay back down and pay no attention to Rio. Though, it’d be more fun to win with the woman far too distracted to truly put up a fight. 

With the tank top spun in the air, tossed onto the floor with ease. Agatha swiftly snatched the controller as her body twisted around. Her upper body leaned against Rio, head on her shoulder as she pushed her chest in the air for just a second . Long enough to stretch her back and give Rio a closer look. 

“Oh..this is so unfair, Agatha. You are-”

Agatha felt her neck ache from the way she tilted back. She looked innocent, confused, and a bit frustrated with her so-called ‘defeat’.

“What? My tits are the nail in the coffin for you?” 

Rio’s eyes were on her breasts, the way her nipples perked up from the sudden exposure. Never sparing a single glance towards Agatha who was enjoying the show from below. 

“Final game..” She rasped. “And you are- The little act will be gone before you know it” 

Agatha snorted as Rio shook her head, grumbling under her breath a few extra curse words. 

Step two of her plan had started the second the next game had begun. Agatha’s tongue slipped between her lips, concentrating with all her attention till Rio’s character had been defeated within a few moments. The woman then snickered, pushing up as she stretched her arms up in the air. Rio’s eyes watched as her breasts lifted up, settling back down before being cut off as Agatha pushed out a strong,

“Ahem,” She pointed, waving her finger up and down. “Get rid of the flannel” 

Rio’s lips were parted, shaking her head as she stammered,

“What? How-”

“Well, you start with the buttons from top to bottom, vice versa- Dealers choice, really. Then you just roll it off your arms and-”

“Fuck! I know how to take my damn flannel off, but how did you-”

“Your champion self must be defeated by a simple pair of tits. How pathetic” She snorted. “Now, get a move on. Maybe focus a bit harder? You only have one round to win anyway”

Rio shook her head, slowly moving to take the flannel off. Agatha was checking her phone when the flannel made a soft thud against the floor. She locked the screen before looking over. A low chuckle with a soft whistle entered the air. 

“No bra or top underneath?” She laughed. “Are you even wearing boxers under those pants or is this the last rou-”

“Yeah. I fucking am” Rio snapped, picking up her controller to start the next game. 

Agatha pursed her lips, keeping to her side of the couch as she cooed a soft,

“Oh, don’t be such a sore loser, baby. You still win either way!” 

Rio muttered a low,

“But I want to fuck you” 

“You still have a chance to win! And maybe if you don’t, I’ll take pity on you and let-”

The game announcement had started and Agatha snapped her eyes over, finding Rio’s character tossing the first punch. She chuckled a low, annoyed, sound as she shook her head.

“Well…that’s not being good. Is it?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m going to win” 

Agatha didn’t know she could be more determined to win than before. Though when Rio was like this? The attitude? The fucking brat she was? Oh. She would destroy her to deal with this act of hers. 

The next two rounds went by with ease. Rio grumbled when her pants disappeared off her legs and by the time her boxers had to come off? She was in total disbelief. Too stunned to realize how Agatha took the controller from her hands, moving both her legs apart as she stood over her. Only when her head dipped low, her voice rasped a small, 

“Would you like to be fucked here or our be-”

“One more round” Rio snapped her eyes up, daring Agatha and challenging her as always. “One round and-”

“And what?” Agatha tilted her head. “The result doesn’t change and..”

Agatha’s fingers trailed down her chest, over her abdomen to the waistband of the dark green boxers that faded over time. She made a mental note to grab Rio's new pairs the following week. Rio was impossible when it came to clothes shopping. However, that thought disappeared from her as she tugged gently, giving Rio time to push her away.

When she didn’t, Agatha slipped her fingertips enough to feel the subtle patch of the trimmed dark patch of hair she knew so well. The woman snickered, pulling back and hearing Rio puff out a small pout. 

“Oh? Is that a pout? Did you want me to go lower or-”

Rio shook her head, determination in her veins. A piece of her Agatha always admired. 

“One round”

Agatha sighed dramatically, tossing her hand up as she turned to grab the controllers. Not without a tiny laugh, gesturing to her boxers as she said a low,

“Now, you may be adding to the game, but follow the rules” She ordered.

Rio looked confused before piecing it together. She staggered on her feet, legs already trembling which Agatha couldn’t help but snort at. It earned her a soft glare, but how could she care when Rio was about to be naked next to her?

“You know,” Agatha picked up her wine, taking a sip as she leaned back with a leg crossed over the other. “I gotta’ say, I’m pretty happy with myself right now. Didn’t think I’d be playing a stupid video game with my wife naked on the couch next to me, but..” She turned her head to make sure her wine was placed back on the table, feeling a dip in the couch beside her. “I don’t think I have complaints-”

Her words cut off from how Rio was beside her. A leg draped up on the back of the couch, the other sprawled over Agatha’s lap. She laid back, attention to the TV as if her soaked cunt was not shining up at her wife with zero shame. 

Agatha scoffed,

“And I’m the unfair one?” She asked. 

The younger woman looked back at her, eyes wide as she feigned confusion. 

“What?” She asked. “I’m just getting comfortab-”

“You’re fucking drenched. I can see it from here”

“So?” Rio’s smirk began to grow. “Is it a distraction, sweetheart? ”

Agatha’s nostrils flared and she regretted taking in a heavy breath within a moment. She gasped when the sweet, musky scent entered her like poison. Almost like a pie on the windowsill in those cliche films. As if she’d float in the air to its source.  

The woman pulled her lips back while her eyes drifted down. She clenched the controller, her heart thundering as her stomach turned and spiraled in circles like a tornado was taking residence inside of her. Thankfully, Rio’s snicker had snapped her out of it. 

She looked up before back to the TV, eyes hard and her stare narrowed.  

“One more round,” Agatha muttered. “And then I’m going to make you regret the fucking brat acting you’ve been pulling”

The woman swore her wife had whimpered subtly and usually, she’d tease her over it. Not when she needed her focus to be on winning so her lips could latch onto the woman. She needed to taste the scent that was forming drool in her mouth, threatening to slip down her chin. 

After the countdown, the harsh clicks of the buttons on their controllers, low curses tossed at one another, and-

“Erron Black wins” 

Was heard on the TV screen. 

Agatha snorted, head tilted over to find Rio’s stunned face still staring at the TV.

“Oh, honey,” The woman said in a low voice. Rich with amusement and fake care about how she lost. She leaned over to grab the controller, tossing it onto the coffee table once again. “You can’t be that upse-”

“I was winning!” Rio exclaimed. 

The other woman smiled as she pushed onto her knees, crawling over the woman slowly. Her fingers carefully traced along her jaw before grasping, tilting her head gently over so their eyes met. 

When Agatha saw the subtle sadness in her eyes, the little pout on her lips- Maybe she felt a tad bit sad. Not enough to ignore her happiness over how her scheme worked. She knew Rio wasn’t realistically upset with her. If she was, Agatha would be offering another round and lose purposely to make her happy. 

“How about this?” Agatha started. “If you’re good for me, up to it by the time I’m done with you, I’ll let you do whatever you wan-”

“Oh, fuck off!” Rio groaned. “We both know I’m always too tired after”

“Then this weekend..” 

Agatha hated sometimes how her wife was able to take her ego self and make her give a negotiation instead. The feeling never stayed long. Especially as the woman’s pout softened, lightening up as she asked a low,

“Promise?” 

The woman above hummed, lowering to place a kiss on her nose before pulling back. 

“If you’re uncomfortable though, just-”

“Oh, fucks sake!” Rio laughed. “I may be a sore loser, but the day I argue against you fucking me after winning some strip game? Get my brain scanned or some shit” 

Agatha smirked, tapping her cheek gently as she rasped a low,

“There she is” 

She winked before lowering to kiss her lips, but Rio pushed her down with a smirk. Agatha stared for a moment , just enough to let her wife think she would follow the silent order. Rio should know better by now, but Agatha somewhat knew she did. She just liked egging her on for her to take control. 

The older woman leaned back up. This time her hands grabbed the ones on her shoulders, pushing them above Rio’s head to hit against the arm of the couch. Her thigh slotted between her legs, holding a moan of her own when the pricked edges of Rio's hair on her mound scratched her skin softly. Barely enough from how her wife had drenched through her folds, nearly dripping onto the couch. 

“I don’t remember you winning, Rio”

The woman wriggled in her hold, trying to ground against her thigh as her lips parted to whisper a remark. Agatha beat her to it by pulling her thigh away and pressing her hands down harder. 

“Again, who won the game here?” 

Rio swallowed, tilting her head back with her eyes never leaving Agatha’s. 

“I asked you a question” Agatha’s tone strengthened, darkening to the level that made Rio cry out in pleasure each time. “Don’t tell me you’re not just a pathetic loser, but a useless-”

“You distracted me”

Agatha raised her eyebrows, debating answering with the truth for a split second. 

No, I tricked you. Get it right. 

She’d say it later or maybe never. One day Nicky would open up about it and Rio could click it together then . Whichever the choice would be, Agatha certainly wasn’t telling her now. It’d only make Rio argue with her more and fuck, she wanted to shut her the hell up. 

“You seemed so confident in yourself” Agatha snickered. “What do you mean distr-”

“You know what I mean”

“I’m afraid not, dear” She smiled. “You agreed to the game. Whoever won got to choose what piece of clothing the oth-”

“I fucking know how the game worked, Agatha” Rio cut off. 

Agatha didn’t waste a second to push her thigh forward, this time a bit harder as she forced Rio’s arms to stretch farther away. 

“Then you should fucking know, you lost. I won”

No matter how many times they’d be rough like this in bed, Agatha always searched for reassurance. They had a safeword of course. If Rio ever said a small, 

“Ballad”

Agatha knew to switch gears and take care of her wife, to make sure she was okay. That was never enough for her and Rio knew it. When the second of hesitation appeared, Rio let a wide grin grow on her face. The one that always pushed Agatha to the edge. A way she tested, challenged, and dared her to do her worst. 

The older woman chuckled, shaking her head as she rasped,

“You’re unbelievable” 

She looked away to find Rio’s sweatpants on the floor. Her hand let go of the woman’s wrist to reach for it. Instantly Rio used her free hand to slither over Agatha’s neck, trying to pull her in a chokehold, but failed miserably when Agatha snapped back up. 

“Are you fucking kiddin-”

Rio giggled a bit, swiping her tongue on the inside of her cheek as she craned her neck.

“I did win tw-”

“You lost,” Agatha stated. 

The sweatpants wrapped around Rio’s wrists tightened just enough to apply pressure but let her slip out if needed. That alone should’ve been a sign to Rio that something was up. If she wasn’t so drunk on lust, annoyed it wasn’t her on top, she could’ve pinned two and two together to realize Agatha must’ve felt a little bad for lying about something. She was only ever a tad bit soft when there was a pang of guilt. 

“Keep your hands there,” Agatha ordered. “They fly down once, and I swear-”

“You? Swear? I’ve never heard you curse a day in your life. This is a sho -Shit!” 

Rio’s back arched, and a whimper followed the hiss that had cut her taunting words off. Agatha smirked, thumb and pointer finger releasing the pressure she used to pinch the woman’s nipple. She had pulled up, silencing her with the simple touch that always worked like a charm. 

“You done yet?” Agatha asked. “I’m growing tired here-”

“That’s because you’re what? Inching to fifty years old or-”

Rio’s second taunt was turned into a higher moan, eyes squeezed shut as Agatha twisted and pulled hard- This time both nipples instead of one. When she slowly let go, the woman sighed as she leaned forward to whisper against her ear,

“Why are you still talking?” 

The woman below felt her entire body shiver into a mess of goosebumps that covered her head to toe. She tried to think of a comeback, a remark, something to-

“I can hear you in that head of yours,” Agatha said. “And I swear, one more word..I’m not touching you”

Rio’s eyes widened, the act dropping and being wiped clean like it never existed. She whimpered, shaking her head frantically while feeling the low chuckle blow hot air against her ear. 

“Here I was thinking..”

Agatha pulled back, hands moving to press on her ribcage, along her waist until they rested above her hips. 

“You may not know what is it ? Moral Comba-”

“Mortal” Rio corrected.

The woman grinned, tilting her head to the side as she watched Rio realize her slip up. 

“What did I just say?”

Rio’s eyes widened again as she gasped, shaking her head harder this time around . 

“No! No, I’ll be quiet- Shit! I mean it, starting now. Not a word. A single-”

“You really don’t want me to fuck you, do you?” 

“I do! I do, please. Agatha, baby, I-”

“You’re still fucking talking” Agatha pointed out. 

Her lips parted to speak again, but this time she was able to catch herself. She locked her jaw, tightening it as if she could use it as a restraint to keep quiet. Rio loved and hated when Agatha pulled this move. It was so hot and frustrating at the same time. Her wife always had her pinned, physically and metaphorically. How easy it was for her to make Rio weak, break her into pieces that’d become dust when all was said and done. 

She whimpered when the back of Agatha’s fingers traced over her jaw. Her other hand slithers down to where Rio had been craving her most. The pulse within her began to pound like thunder, inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate for Agatha’s fingers to fill the vacant void. 

Agatha’s hand moved from her jaw to wrap around her neck, pushing up to make sure Rio’s attention was focused above. Allowing their eyes to stay together, never parting as she gasped when her two fingers swiped between her own folds. She watched the realization hit Rio, a little frown as her lips parted to complain but the way Agatha sent a warning glare- She didn’t say a word.

Her fingers moved from her own, surprising Rio when they dipped below. A low moan scraped Agatha’s throat, whispering a small, 

“You’re soaked..”

She teased Rio’s entrance with her fingertips before dragging them up, pushing against her clit, and disappearing like they were never there. Rio whined as her hips thrust, shutting up the second the cold fingers trailed up her abdomen. They left a streak that Agatha blew cool air on, smiling when more goosebumps scattered Rio’s skin. 

“Open” 

Agatha said the word before looking up, smiling to find Rio not hesitating to follow the order. She was always so eager when the woman pulled this move. How she mixed their juices together , like a sweet blend to die for. Her fingers pushed between the soft lips, being sucked in with such power that left Agatha speechless for just a split second. 

“Oh..greedy thing tonight, aren’t you?” 

Rio moaned, the vibration warm against her fingers. She sighed as Rio swirled her tongue around, collecting every drop as if the supply was a limited edition. When her teeth gently bit down on Agatha’s knuckles, the little smirk on her lips that always made her heart swell-

“You really don’t know how to behave for more than three minutes, huh?”

Agatha asked, pulling her fingers out before smearing and drying them on Rio’s cheek. Her wife only shrugged, not offering a verbal response.

“Hm, I’m impressed. I expected you to break your silence”

Rio then parted her lips, but they snapped back shut as she arched her back. Clearly growing frustrated at how Agatha was demanding silence from her. 

“Cute” Agatha chuckled, shaking her head before deciding to give Rio some grace. “I guess, I’ll be courteous” 

She shrugged while dipping down to leave kisses over Rio’s skin. Down her neck, collarbone, over her chest and abdomen until she was inches away. Close enough to feel the subtle heat from between Rio’s legs against her.

“You may be a sore loser, but..” Agatha sighed, fingers hovering because she knew damn well- Rio would reply to the next comment. “I take pity on the wea-”

“Oh, that’s-”

Agatha snickered the moment her fingers dipped between the soaked folds, pressing against her clit as she started to rub small circles at a painfully slow pace. Though still enough to silence Rio, twisted her words into moans that sounded so beautiful to her ears. After the day she had, more so the entire week-

Fuck.

She couldn’t hate that damn game. Not when it brought her to this, where Rio was becoming a puddle beneath her. How her touch alone was the sole reason for it. No matter the time that passed, how long they had been married- 

If Agatha could spend eternity, every waking moment, making Rio cum? Shamelessly, she would. 

“Mi amor, por favor, Ag-”

“And I’m the unfair one? Fuck” Agatha rasped, shaking her head as she moved her fingers to slip the two middle ones in with no warning. “So unfair when you speak Spanish. You know what that does to me”

Rio was too busy arching her back in the air, head tilted as she strangled from screaming a moan. Another reason they needed their own house. They had complaints a few times from the neighbors. Funny enough, they never spoke to a single one of them, but they all for sure knew Agatha’s name by now. 

Agatha’s thumb snaked up till she surprised Rio, making her jolt when she lightly pressed into her clit. She worked her fingers slowly, letting her adjust before she started to pick up the pace. Her lips kissed over her hip bone, biting the skin of her thigh before licking a stripe over it as if she had magic to soothe the ache. 

“Ag..” Rio whimpered, head tossed into her arm as she thrusted her hips in sync with Agatha’s thrusts. 

All roughness, dominance had been drained from Agatha’s body. Maybe if she actually won fair and square, she’d be taking no pity or mercy on her wife. Though with the beautiful sight above, the sweet sounds, and how needy she was-

“What do you need?” 

“You” 

Agatha chuckled. 

“Baby, you ha-”

“More, more” 

The woman sighed, smiling softly as she lowered down. Her free hand used her thumb to pull the woman’s folds up and apart. She took her thumb off her clit, taking in the sight of how it ached to be touched. Her tongue slipped between her lips, pulling her fingers out before pressing all three in like it was nothing. While Rio was clenching around her fingers, her body thrashing while biting on the pair of sweatpants still wrapped around her wrists to suffocate the sounds- 

“My sore loser” 

Agatha whispered against her clit before taking the sensitive bud in her mouth. She picked up the speed of every movement. Her fingers thrust with vengeance, tongue swirling as her lips sucked harshly as if Rio’s cunt had done something to offend her. 

And again, if Agatha didn’t lie about her skills when it came to Mortal Kombat, she wouldn’t be giving her this. She would’ve made Rio beg to let her cum. Every orgasm would be on the verge of happening before being ripped away. Agatha shivered at the thought, noting to make that possible this weekend just from how relaxing it sounded.  

Rio ended up ignoring the earlier command, her hands flew down to grip Agatha’s hair. She tugged at the roots, pulling her in to press harder against her. Her legs started to close, her body lifting off the couch as every muscle in her became tense. 

Every single time Rio was about to cum, she exploded through her release with such strength that nearly made her blind. She always chanted the two words Agatha nearly came between her own legs. The signal that told her she was a second away from falling off the edge of glory. 

“Te amo, te amo-” Her words turned into a squealing whine, keening as she sat up and held tight while Agatha fucked her through it. “Te amo, te amo..”

When her peak tipped over, the fall became lighter as Agatha’s movements slowed down. The two words were softer, slower, till they drifted into a whisper. 

“Te amo, te..amo, te amo ”

Agatha pumped her fingers a few more times, letting go of her clit with a soft pop before looking up to see the woman’s chest rising and falling at a fast pace. She listened to the soft pants, little heaves that tried to steady herself. The woman slipped her fingers out, waiting for a second before licking a wide streak over her entrance, between her folds, and over her clit that earned a whine and hips thrusting against her face. 

“So sensitive..” She chuckled. 

The woman pushed up to be above her wife, waiting till Rio opened her eyes still remaining hooded. Though enough to see how her fingers slipped into her own mouth. Agatha groaned as she licked and sucked them off, her other hand freeing Rio’s wrists from the sweatpants that had been binding her. Even if the woman was exhausted, spent from how hard she had crashed through her orgasm. Her hands still flew to hold Agatha’s face, earning a soft laugh from her wife who released the fingers from her mouth. 

“Still feeling like a sore los-”

“Shut up and kiss me” Rio mumbled before pulling her down. 

Their lips felt bruising from how hard they clashed. Agatha’s laugh was muffled, her hands slithered down to hold Rio’s neck, thumbs tracing random shapes against her skin. It was a ritual for them, unspoken to how no matter who fucked who, they always kissed endlessly for God knows how long. Till one was out of breath, maybe till the other desired to go again. This time was the first. Agatha surprisingly had been the one to become breathless. Even more when Rio sucked on her tongue as she slipped away, whimpering from the pressure. 

Foreheads pressed against one another, soft panting was hot against their lips that were curled into lazy smiles. 

“Who knew my wife was such a gamer herself?” Rio asked. 

Agatha couldn’t wait. She almost left it to her son to mention how he used to make her play years ago. That way she’d be saved from Rio’s wrath until he left. Maybe she’d run to safety with him. But, this was too good. Her own smile became wicked as she sat up, resting on her wife’s abdomen. 

She ran a hand through her hair, sighing as she dropped the bomb,

“Did I ever tell you about Nicky? Funny enough, he had a Mortal Kombat phase for a few years. Another thing you two have in common. Swear, am I even his biological parent here or-”

Rio sat up a bit on her elbows, the wide smile contorted into a frown as her jaw slacked open. She wasted no time to scoff, exclaiming a strong,  

“You TRICKED me?!” 

Agatha snorted, shrugging her shoulders as she gestured up and down Rio’s body. How even through her tough look. How she tried to appear pissed off and agitated. She was still spent, fucked out of her mind. Agatha knew she’d end up carrying her to bed. 

“You look very inconvenienced by it, dear,” She said, tossing a hand against her chest dramatically. “My oh so, sincere, apologies” 

Rio squinted her eyes, shaking her head as she laid back down. Her hands flew up to pinch Agatha’s hips. A tiny yelp followed by a little giggle blessed her ears. 

“I want a rematch”

“Oh, a sudden burst of energy? How cu-”

“Every Friday night. You. Me. Mortal kom-”

Agatha scoffed, smile fading as she shook her head. She didn’t lose. Why the hell was she getting a punishment of sorts?

“Ugh, no! I did my time with that damn game. Can't you, what is it, play online with Nicky?” She waved her hand in the air. “He'd fight your weird little character in a heartbeat!” 

Rio laughed. 

“You trick-”

“Oh, this is rich coming from the woman who tricked me into damn marriage”

“I dare say Mortal Kombat is more serious than that”

“...I’m legally married to you! That’s a damn game!”

“I don’t care!” 

They both paused the argument, unable to restrain the smiles that ended up as bright as LED headlights everyone hated again. It was how nearly all of their little arguments went. The pathetic ones that didn’t matter. Especially when one tricked the other. A love language that may have seemed twisted to others, but built for them perfectly. 

“Please?” Rio asked.

Agatha rolled her eyes. 

“I just fucked the hell out of you, Rio and you're still begging me?” 

Rio pursed her bottom lip, pulling the puppy eyes from before that made Agatha groan.  

“Fine!” She gave in, tossing her hands in the air as she shook her head. “But, I still think the game is ridiculous and- Hey!” 

Rio had lunged up, pushing Agatha so her back collided with the couch. She was the one on the bottom now as Rio hovered above. The older woman couldn’t hold back her laughter, yelling a loud, 

“This isn’t fair!” 

“So is tricking your wife! Mortal Kombat is a very serious mat-”

“It’s a game!”

“Yeah, well, we’re bringing it to life right now. Prepare to lose, mi amor”

Her lips attached to Agatha’s again. Unlike laziness, a comfortable pace from before. This was energized, crazed with revenge and lust that may have felt a little life-threatening. 

Then again, there was no losing to this game. How could there be when Rio was her wife? When a stupid game made them laugh so hard? How Agatha only fell harder and further in love more than she ever thought would be possible?

The moment Rio’s lips trailed away to cross her cheek, to her ear, and down her throat- Agatha rasped through a rough breath, 

“You know, I never play that uh …fuck- Mario Cars, either”

Rio paused her movements. She scoffed, shaking her head softly. 

“Yeah. Not falling for that, Agatha. Nice try” 

Agatha laughed, holding her shoulder while her other hand held the nape of her neck. She tilted her neck back, giving Rio more access to cover her skin with however many kisses she desired.

"I'm serious! I-" Rio bit down on her earlobe, bringing out a low groan that cut her words off. "Jesus, listen- I-"

"Oh, I want to listen. Just not words"

"That's-"

Rio pushed up, a taunting grin dared Agatha in the worst of ways. A perfect settling, but unsettling feeling in her gut. She knew this was payback.

And her words only confirmed it.

"Why are you still talking?"

Her wife had echoed the question she had asked not long ago. Agatha huffed, rolling her eyes and offering a few final words before she'd be silenced.

"We better keep this a part of Mortal Kombat nights-"

"Friday Mortal Kombat Strip Nights!" Rio beamed.

Agatha laughed, shaking her head as she adored the sight above.

Mortal Kombat isn't that bad..