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After maybe an hour of watching you rest, her thoughts running wild, Agatha wanted to put some things in motion. She found it so hard to remove herself from beside you but in the end made the move to get up and retrieve her phone. It was too easy to move off the bed without waking you. She took one last glance over her shoulder before making her way back to the living room.

Her fingers didn’t hesitate, she knew exactly who she wanted to dial, the phone rang twice before the other line picked up.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

The truth was, no, Agatha had no clue what time it was she thought she had only spent maybe 3 hours with you max, but a glance down at her watch showed that it was 11 p.m., where had the time gone? She was so distracted with you that time easily slipped.

“I need you to do one more thing for me tonight, Rio. It’s important.”

“God, another mess?”

“No, it’s just a retrieval. I need you to find Baby’s address and get some of her things to bring here. I want clothes, blankets, pillows, anything that looks like it’s used daily. Can you do that?”

Rio let out a sigh on the other end, “Yeah I’ll get it, you sure this is a good idea?”

Agatha’s anger was coming back, “What’s up with everyone questioning me today, just get it the fuck done.”

“Sorry, sorry, fine I’ll get it there in a couple hours.”

Agatha hung up first and made her way back to her room. You had maybe tossed a little in your sleep but you were still knocked out. Her fingers ached to touch you, lips hungered to kiss your shoulders and neck as you slept. She found it hard to move any closer. Eventually she would have to lay back down, she couldn’t just stare at you all night like a creep. She sent one more message to Rio before attempting to quietly move back to bed.

The springs ached a little under her weight as she slowly crawled close to you. Still you didn’t wake. Agatha laid on her side facing you and watching. Watching you breathe, watching you dream. Would you dream of her? How she took such good care of you? Would you have a nightmare? She hoped you wouldn’t but she’d be here if you needed her. She wanted to always be here.

Her arm unconsciously snaked towards your slumbering form, slithered up from the small of your back to hug around your waist and pull her body into yours. You smelled so floral, just the way she imagined. Maybe something like jasmine and rose. Her nose brushed close le to your hair and she took a deep quiet inhale of your scent it made her fingers clutch the front of your shirt. You wiggled a little in her hold before settling deeper against her, the pull of two orbits coming together in some strange cosmic pull. Her body felt like a magnet being attracted to yours, how in the world this felt so right was beyond her, but she would be damned before thinking of giving you up so easily. She could never let you go back to your home.

Agatha stayed like that being pulled in for way too long it made her mind do crazy things. She could feel the curve of your rear pressing into the bend of her hips, it made her core ache. Her breath cascaded down to the crook in your neck where she let her lips feather light drag against your skin. She tried to keep her breathing under control, as to not tickle you or rouse you. Agatha’s hips pressed forward ever so slightly to press herself more into your backside. Her skin was starting to feel too hot. She couldn’t stop how good this felt to her.

Her free hand that wasn’t wrapped around you began to slide down under her waistband. The tips of her fingers slightly pressing against her entrance. She was embarrassingly wet just from thinking about you pressed against her. She bit her lip and really thought if she was going to go through with this or not. While you’re right here in her arms, in her bed, sleeping so softly. Agatha pressed on her clit and made slow circles against herself. She let out a shaky breath against your neck and it made you stir against her, your back end pressing more against her hips pushing her hand harder against her core. Agatha bit her lip hard to repress a moan that threatened to come out.

She could feel how heavy her lids were but the ache between her legs persisted. She kept drawing more lazy circles against her bundle of nerves, getting closer to peaking. Agatha fully relished in the embarrassment. Her thoughts were a jumble of degrading herself for doing this right next to you and how good you feel against her. She was at a war with herself but her hand refused to stop. Agatha came that night with a tremble in her hand and legs. She fought hard against the moan that wanted to escape her lips. She stilled for a few minutes, the post orgasm haze clearing only to make way for the full on embarrassing feeling of touching herself and cumming pressed against you.

Agatha didn’t get much sleep that night.

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When she woke, the clock next her bed read 4:30 a.m. Rio should have been dropped off your stuff by now, she was one of the only people who worked for Agatha with access into her home. Full snores were coming from you now, she knew she would be safe to pull herself away and go start putting your stuff up in her home. Our home?

She wanted you to be comfortable when you woke, she wanted everything to look like it could be just as much yours as it was hers. Think of it as a weird nesting ritual. Slowly integrate all of your things around her home until you eventually became one with her. Just like you were taking up space in her heart and head now it was time to take up space in her house.

Agatha quietly pattered down to the living room, Rio had delivered pretty well on her part. There were several large cardboard boxes, opened up to show a lot of personal items. One in particular, was filled with only stuffed bunnies of different sizes and colors. Looking at all the things that made you, you, Agatha smiled a little to herself. Of course you would have something like stuffed bunnies you kept close. The rest of the boxes only contained clothes, a lot of toiletries, your shampoo, your perfumes, some towels. Everything just screamed ‘Baby’ to Agatha. Everything was in some shade of pink or pastel.

It took her a minute but eventually everything was put away somewhere she felt it belonged organically. When she looked at the clock again, the time was 6:15 a.m.

Perfect to start making breakfast, she thought.

Agatha got to work. Scrambled eggs, lightly salted. Sliced cucumbers and tomatoes. Two pieces of wheat toast for each of you, and two cups of fresh squeezed orange juice. Agatha couldn’t remember the last time she felt the need to do this with someone. Not even her past relationships made her fell this domestic. This needy to want to take care of someone else.

“Agatha?”

Right on time. Your voice sounded so sad and lost, you had to wake up without her but it was for a good reason she promises. She could hear the slight amount of panic in your voice, the warble on the last ‘a’. She briskly made her way back to the room and you looked so small. Your eyebrows were pinched in the center with your eyes looking glassy and full to the brim with tears waiting to be shed. She couldn’t believe she let you wake up alone like that but she was going to make it better now.

When Agatha rounded the corner into her bedroom your body visibly relaxed knowing she was nearby again. You scanned her up and down and finally settled on the tray of breakfast in her hands. She was paused at the door biting her lips, almost nervous to walk further into her own room but she pushed it away to sidle up next to you in bed.

“Sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, Baby, but I thought I’d surprise you with breakfast.”

Her kindness made you swallow. She was being so sweet to you. You picked up one of the forks and started eating. Agatha watched you pick at the food, watched you eat slowly, perfectly separating everything in half to share with her. You only ate one of your slices of toast but that’s okay, she would let it slide this once. After watching you for a bit, Agatha decided to also start eating some of the breakfast she made. The two of you shared this comfortable silence. Your hand at some point grazed her thigh. Her skin bristled but she didn’t dare moved, just let you seek her out to ground yourself some more.

When Agatha noticed you had finished eating your half of the breakfast she got a thought.

“Stay right here, Baby. I got something for you.”

She ran off to fish out one of your stuffed bunnies she placed together on a bed in one of her spare rooms, then hurried back with the toy behind her.

She had this look on her face like she was nervous again. It was so weird to see her this nervous this often cause to be honest, she always came off as someone who owned every space she was in. When she showed up to your bakery, sure she blushed here and there, maybe avoided prolonged eye contact, but you could still feel that if business needed to be handled, she would do it. You couldn’t find the right word but if you had to put a name to it, Agatha looked…small.

Still hiding the object behind her back she took her place next to you once more, moving the tray away to give the two of you more space.

“What is it Agatha? Just show me.”

You giggled curious as to what it could be. She eventually relented and produced on of your stuffed bunnies from your own apartment.

“Agatha…how did you get this? Is this…mine?”

Her teeth worried at her bottom lip.

“I had a friend of mine get some things from your place. I figured when you woke up you might feel out of it and I wanted you to be comfortable…I hope it’s not weird, I’m sorry if it is, I just wanted things to feel nice.”

She was rambling with awkwardness, you could tell she was trying to ease up a bit but you still had yet to react out of the initial shock. You brain tried to wrap itself around the idea of someone being in your place. This was extremely weird, how did she know where you lived? How did this ‘friend’ get into your place. You were certain that the door had been locked on your way out. Why was your stuff here? In her home? There was a major conversation waiting to be had, but you kept it down for later. Carefully, you took the rabbit from Agatha’s hands and held it close to you.

She smiled watching you fiddle with its fuzzy little arms, worrying at a small tuft of fur.

“Thank you, for this…all of this…but I-“

Agatha paled at the unspoken ‘but’, but what? Please don’t leave, you can’t leave not yet. Agatha jumped into action, she took the tray and partially empty plate and made her way to the kitchen. She didn’t want to hear what else you had to say, maybe if she avoided it long enough she could keep you here. Just a little bit longer. Please, dear god, don’t leave her. She needs this, needs you.

She frantically paced around the kitchen haphazardly putting dishes in the sink, frantically scraping food off into the trash bin. Rinsing the dishes, not knowing what to do with her hands. She didn’t hear you step into the space. Didn’t hear you standing watching her be a mess in her own home. Her hair looked more frazzled, skin more clammy than before. Agatha was truly scared of what you might have to say about what she had done for you. To make things comfortable for you.

You looked at the now empty boxes sitting in her living area. Things clattered as background noise as she attempted to do anything to look busy still.

“Agatha…if you don’t mind. Where are the rest of my things.”

She stopped dead in her pacing, dishes both dirty and clean still in her hands. Slowly she put whatever it was down, and turned to face you. Trying to school her expression.

“They’re…they’re in a spare room. For you, that is.”

“I-I want to get changed and maybe shower? If that’s alright?”

Agatha waited a breath before answering you.

“Yeah. Yeah okay, come with me.”

She brought you to the room, it wasn’t as big or as nice as her bedroom, but it was still quite large. The bed was a queen size, the covers looked the same as yours back at the apartment and you wondered for a beat if they were yours. There were a couple of personal items on the top of the dresser and the bedside tables. A lamp you knew for a fact was yours, a litany of the stuffed bunnies you liked in the middle of the bed. A basket of your personal toiletries from your place lay at the food of the bed. You walked into the space inspecting everything. Nothing had been damaged it had simply just been…moved.

“The bathroom is the second door to the right down the hall. I’m going to make a couple phone calls, I’ll come find you after.”

Then she just left you there alone to take it all in. Your heart was racing. Even though you were into Agatha this all felt too weird to handle. Your body moved on autopilot grabbing your things and making your way to the bathroom while your brain worked a mile a minute over why and how most of your things were here.

The shower was also immaculate everything in the bathroom looked…expensive. A massive claw food tub off to the side, extremely large shower with rainfall shower heads over the top. The floors were black tiled with gold amenities and accents. All of the towels were deep violets or pastel lilac, you settles for the pretty bright ones. On a gold rack hanging on the wall was an extremely soft pastel purple bath robe.

You attempted to clear all the worries from your mind and just accept being in this space with her. Maybe she freaked out after you went pretty unresponsive after the robbery. You chalked all of it ip to her just wanting to make you comfortable and maybe going to extremes to make it happen. While it made you a bit worried, the gesture was still endearing. You don’t think anyone would ever do something like that for you. It felt nice to be cared for in some possessed way.

It took you a minute to figure out how the shower worked but after a while managed to get it right.

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Agatha ever the work horse set out to make a few ‘work’ calls and texts to some of her runners. She let some of them know she wasn’t going to be around for a few days. Taking care of ‘something important’.

You were important weren’t you? She always had this massive crush on you, but now you’re here. In her space. It made her giddy, it made her scared. No one ever had a reason to try and attack Agatha directly, would they try now? That she had a cute little thing in her grasp. She kept a tight lip especially by operating out of some no name town, but this could eventually put a target on both of your backs. Agatha definitely couldn’t let you leave now and you would probably want to.

She made a couple more calls.

“Rio? Hey, I need you to do a couple more things for me…”

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The robe was entirely too soft. It felt amazing wrapped around you, made you stand and bask in it for a few minutes too long. When you made to leave the bathroom, Agatha rounded the counter at the same time. She watched you retreat into the spare room, your legs were exposed up to the mid thigh and Agatha gawked like some horny teenager. Eye eyes ran up and down the entire length wishing that she could run her hands up them instead. The smell of your soaps wafted down the hallway. Cherry blossoms, she would never forget.

Only when you closed the door behind you did Agatha finally decide to move, she Rand back to her own room to change into something different, more casual. Her head dropped to her hands, she didn’t know what she was getting herself into. She needed to possess, craved to have. Her teeth sung with wanting to sink themselves into the soft pulse at your neck. Something inside of her was craving carnality. She ran to her conjoined bathroom, splashed some cold water on her face and then left to get you from the spare room.

Agatha wanted to knock but her mind was still in that weird state of claim. It was running on too dark of thoughts for you. She pressed her forehead against the door, trying to calm down before you came out. If she didn’t, she didn’t know what she’d do. Once she got herself together she knocked twice lightly against the door.

There was a silent pause, no movement. She didn’t hear you walk up, but the door opened carefully. You peaked, wearing a bright pink cropped blouse with bubble sleeves and a pair of crème silk shorts with little ruffles along the hem. Agatha’s brain short circuited. You looked good enough to eat. That same singing from earlier came back. The dark thoughts rearing their ugly head. She was all staking claims and you were ripe for the claiming.

She smiled a predators smile. Eyeing you up and down, hair slightly damp, cheeks reddened from the hot shower.

“May I come in?”

Agatha’s voice was low and dangerous. You…sweet little Baby. You didn’t pick up on a single thing. So innocent. You opened the door wider for her to step through.

“Yeah I was thinking about maybe doing my hair but I could let it air dry.”

When Agatha walked in, she finally allowed herself to really look at all of your belongings. As she put them away in the room she did so very quickly before you had the chance to wake up, she didn’t give herself much time to really take in everything that screamed you. Her fingers grazed over the pile of stuffed bunnies, she stalked over to the dressers and tables, really soaked it all in, then she turned and the look of you made her want to jump.

You stood in the middle of the room watching her. Your hands clasped at the front. Hair draped over your shoulders. Her hands clenched and released at her sides. She wanted to sink her claws into you. She stalked, like a hungry tiger, until she stood in front of you. She wanted to stand close enough she got the image of you looking up to her with your big doe eyes. Waiting for what she might do. Might say.

Her hand came up to play with the ends of your hair as she soaked in your presence.

“Are you scared?”

“No? Do you…think I should?”

Agatha smirked. “No, I don’t think you should.”

You figured under her intense gaze, “Do you…want me to be?”

Your voice was making it hard for her to stay in control, but that question easily began to chip away at it. She exhaled sharply from her mouth. Her next words were barely above a whisper.

“Yes, I think I do.”

Your eyes shifted between her own. Trying in your own way to interpret what she could mean. You think you were beginning to pick up what this was beginning to be. The predator and the prey. It made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. She moved further into your space. You could feel the puffs of her breath against your own lips. Her eyes shifted all across your face, looking to see if you’d pull away from her. If you’d give her a sign or signal that you didn’t want this. She would be heartbroken but she’d respect whatever you wanted. When she stared back into your eyes all she was were deep dilated pupils. She had you. You weren’t going anywhere and it made her feral.

Like two orbits destined to collide, she surged forward, her lips pressing to yours in a deep and devouring kiss. Your brain took a minute to register what happened but then you were holding on for dear life. Her hold was all possession, hands gripping, pulling, clawing. You bent to her every move, all following what she would do next. Your hands came up to caress her face and the short strands at the back of her neck. Your own silent way of saying ‘I’ll still hold you even while you eat me whole’. The two of you were the strange clash of harsh and soft, light and dark, day and night.

When she was possessive, you were reassurance. The kiss was chaos on her end. She just wanted it all, everything you had to give. And all you wanted was to give. Agatha eventually parted, her forehead resting against yours. You tried to catch your breaths. Her hands still with a vice grip clung to the sides of your blouse, but yours caressed her cheeks. She was buzzing and you pulled her in to ease her tensions.

“I haven’t wanted anyone this bad before.”she breathed.

Her voice was rough. Unsteady.

“What are you going to do to me?”You whispered against her lips.

Her resolve crumbled completely. She pushed you back and slammed her fist against the wall. That ugly feral predator was fighting its way out of her skin.

“I’m going to make you mine, I’m going to protect you from everything. And I will kill anyone who dares to hurt you.”

You’d be lying if you said her aggression didn’t scare you. But you knew it wasn’t aimed at you, it was aimed in defense of you and that made the butterflies in your stomach stir even more. Your lips barely pressed against her own. You could feel every muscle in her body shake.

“If I let you, do you promise not to hurt me?”

The way your hand on the back of her head tightened let Agatha know you were being serious. This short moment of sincerity before you let her be her.

“I swear on it Baby, I would never lay a hand on you in anyway that you did not ask of me.”

You parted from her then with a small smile across you lips.

“Then I think we need to have a conversation.”

Despite her sickly appearance, the subject appears human at first glance. A more thorough examination reveals several physical anomalies associated with her condition.

Her eyes possess a faint glow, noticeable only in low-light environments. Her mouth continuously produces excessive saliva and has developed an additional row of sharp, crooked teeth, previously existing teeth have been altered. Subject’s jaw can now expand in a manner similar to that of ophidians and her tongue has grown significantly in length, measuring up to 34 cm.

Note: Fangs have been recorded to reach lengths of up to 7 cm. Any removed teeth regrow once sufficient nutrients are provided.

The subject is afflicted by a state of eternal hunger, which no amount of food seems capable of satisfying. All biological material consumed is digested within minutes. Exceptionally large meals have lasted up to two hours (see Test 2.4: 80 kg of cow muscle, nervous tissue, skin and bone).

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Observed Abilities:

Notable physical strength despite her frail appearance; capable of lifting up to 250 kilograms.

Maximum recorded bite force: 1,867 PSI.

Rapid recovery from injuries typically fatal to normal humans if provided sufficient nourishment.

Scotopic (low-light) vision and enhanced auditory sensitivity.

Ability to ingest and digest biological materials normally considered indigestible for humans (large intact bones, leather, hair, feathers, etc.)

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Subject History:

The subject was first encountered by the Order on the estate of the [REDACTED] family, found over the mutilated body of a celestial entity. She had already consumed its wings, it wasn’t fighting back, only attempting to reason with the entity. When field agents attempted to separate her from the angelic being, she became violently aggressive, injuring three agents while continuing to feed before being sedated and secured.

Interviews with estate staff confirmed that the subject is the daughter of [REDACTED], granting her minor nobility. Staff reported that the subject's appetite grew increasingly deranged as she aged, first demanding animals be killed and prepared in front of her, then insisting on killing them herself, and eventually devouring them alive, using only her teeth and nails, claiming that only when you eat something that’s still alive and fighting for it’s life you are having a true meal.

The celestial being later stated that it had been sent to guide the subject back to the light. However, upon approaching her, they were met with immediate violence and overwhelming hunger. The angel is now being hosted as a guest on Site-09 and is currently aiding with the Order’s efforts.

Since containment, the subject has remained uncooperative, displaying open contempt toward the Order and its attempts to rehabilitate her. She frequently complains about her rations, referring to them as “still food,” unworthy of consumption. Despite this, she consumes several times the standard daily intake for someone of her body weight.

Facility staff have taken to referring to the subject as “Rav.” She has responded positively to this designation, appearing eager to abandon her previous identity.

Agatha’s heart raced out of her chest. She knew it was inevitable. Eventually everything would have to be explained. But with the way she was losing control of her composure, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep her hands off of you. She wanted to brace herself for whatever you would ask but it all was so unpredictable. She didn’t think she could handle if you asked what she did for work. Should she lie?

Agatha moved away out of your space and sat down on the bed still maintaining eye contact.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What do we need to talk about?”

Your eyebrows shot up, “‘What?’ We need to talk about this. About…us.”

Agatha watched the way your throat bobbed at the harsh gulp after ‘us’. She’d be lying if she wasn’t nervous too. Up until yesterday, the only thing the two of you ever exchanged was a wave and friendly greeting. Things were happening much too fast.

“I feel something. Something strong for you and I can’t explain it.”

Agatha just looked down at her feet as she allowed you to continue talking.

“It’s so stupid, I always had this crush on you. But yesterday after…all of that. I don’t know. It really solidified me not wanting to be away from you. I don’t want to spend any time without you. And I feel insane because we hardly know each other! You’ve just been this constant bright point in my life. You’ve supported my business for years! You always smile at me and when I make you blush…ugh. I’ve wanted this for so long but I want it the right way.”

You started pacing back and forth in the spare room. Your hands coming up to run through your hair before coming to fiddle with the bottom of your blouse.

“I always wondered what this would be like finally spending time with you. I wanted it to happen under better circumstances. What even happened to those guys anyway? You just carry a gun like that for fun?”

Agatha really started to sweat now but the back of her mind still clung to the small compliments, you wanted this just as much as she did. And she agreed, she also wanted this under different circumstances but she had it now. All she had to do was secure it. This thing. Blooming between her and you. Whatever it was. Two planets with colliding orbits.

“It’s for self defense.” It was the first innocent thing she could come up with, but she should’ve known you were smarter than that.

“Yeah? In a town smaller than an atom? Agatha, this is hands down one of the quietest towns this side of the hemisphere. I could understand self defense, if the entire police force wasn’t going bankrupt because running off of parking tickets wasn’t really cutting it anymore.”

She didn’t have anything else to say, all she could do was sit there and stress bite her lip because you were right. It’s why she chose to operate business out of Westview. It was almost uncomfortably quiet and as long as you were a good neighbor, no one ever really pried. The only real nosy person here was Agatha herself. She knew about everything that went down but she had to. To keep herself out of sight from the wrong eyes. So what now? Where would the two of you go from here?

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t slightly intrigued by this…dangerous side of you. But I want to be close, I want to trust you and hold you and kiss you. I just don’t know if I can handle being hurt by you.”

Agatha’s head shot up, fully looking at you now with wide wild eyes. She would never, could never. But how would you know that? This was too new. She stood slowly from her spot on the bed, eyes never leaving their hold on yours and walked carefully. When she was within arms reach, Agatha dropped to her knees still keeping eye contact. They went from hard and serious to soft and conveying. Everything she was about to say, she wanted you to know she means all of it.

“Baby, I need you desperately to understand, that I would never lay a finger on you in aggression. No matter what I go through or how I feel nothing in this world would compel me to do that to you. And if, for some fucked up reason I ever do,” Agatha grabs your hand and places a small knife, no longer than a leaf on a flower, in your hand and pressed it to her neck, “—then you have my permission to kill me yourself.”

Your eyes paced between both of her crystal blues, looking for any sign that she might be toying with you. Any indication that she would take it all back, but there was nothing you could see. Only the desperation to have you near, keep you close to her. If she could, Agatha would fold you up and tuck you close into the space by her heart. Some sick part of her wanted to mold the two of you together so that she would never be without you for the rest of her life.

When you finally nodded, with tears starting to well up, Agatha pressed her face closer to your thighs. Her arms wrapped around your legs holding you tight to her. Your own feather light touch carding through her thick hair. How lucky you are it seems to be craved. But there were still things you needed to know.

“Hey Agatha?”

“Yes Baby?” Her voice broke towards the end, holding back too many emotions.

Your hand caressed her cheek, a silent way to reassure her that you wouldn’t care about the outcome, you just wanted to be here. Wrapped around each other.

“You never did tell me what you do for a living.”

You felt Agatha’s jaw clench under your palm. She couldn’t think quickly enough. Tell you the truth and hopefully you won’t be scared and runaway from her, she couldn’t let you loose after you found out anyways. Or lie and attempt to keep up that lie until eventually everything crashed around her and you found out anyway what she did and then decided to leave her because she lied.

She unwrapped her arms and stood to face you fully, Agatha had made up her mind.

“I’m one of the best underground weapons salesman in the whole country. I can get my hands on just about any gun made throughout the world and I sell them to smaller criminals. Sometimes bigger. If anyone out there wants to do some damage without a bunch of eyes I’m usually the person they call to get it done.”

You didn’t move, just held her stare for the longest time. Her heart was pounding in her rib cage but so was yours. It was all out there now, and you could either stay and love her through it, or run and face the consequences of knowing. But you didn’t want to run, did you? No, the baddest woman in the world was wrapped up in your hands.

“That is…so-“

Agatha could just hold her breath. She was bracing herself for the inevitable rejection until she looked into your eyes. And really looked, at the way they dilated when she was all you could see.

“-hot.”

The two of you snapped together like rubber bands after being pulled taught halfway across the room. Lips meeting together in a frenzy, all tongue and teeth. Agatha’s hands scattered all over your body while yours immediately fisted in her hair, tilting her head this way and that to connect the two of you deeper. Her rough grip found its way to the back of your thighs where she drug her nails up eliciting a sharp moan from you. Until she cupped the bottom of your ass getting you to jump up and wrap your legs around her waist.

Agatha was on cloud nine, her little peach didn’t care. Didn’t care that she had a ring of lackeys to do all of her dirty work, didn’t care that she was a weapons smuggler, didn’t care that she probably had a million and one targets on her back. You just wanted your big bad Agatha, and you fucking got her.

Agatha clumsily stumbled to the bed and dropped you against the mattress. You both laughed together like teenagers but the magnetic pull between you two didn’t stop. Your lips kept coming back to each other over and over again. Lewd sounds rang out throughout the room from your wet mouths smacking together. Tongues coming out to play in a sick display of lust, the two of you were gross for each other.

Even as she loomed over you, Agatha just couldn’t feel like she was close enough. Her hips pressed against yours hard as her mouth never separated. Settling eventually to start rocking against you. The more she rocked, the farther you spread your legs to allow her in, beautifully opening up like a flower. You hungered for more of her. Your hands scratching like claws at her shirt eventually pried it off of her. Both of you taking part in this dance of erotic passion. With every piece of clothing shed from the two of you, the further you felt like you were finally being buried into her skin.

Your nails and hers, leaving burning red trails through fields of silken skin. Teeth biting and marking necks, chests, breasts. Her legs slotted against your own, you both moved as one unit losing any sense of time or clarity. All you knew was her, the way she smelled, tasted, sounded, felt moving against your sweaty body. You would commit everything that was so beautifully Agatha to memory, and she you. At some point the two of you moved completely naked and sweating, pressed together, cunts moving against one another as Agatha attempted to bring you both to ecstasy.

The only sound that rang through her ears were the moans that slipped through your lips unable to hold anything back. You didn’t want to anyway. The room was feeling suffocating with the heat the two of you were creating. Moans bouncing off of walls, the wet sounds of both of you rubbing against one another putting you both in a trance. Agatha’s back looked like she had been in a nasty scuffle the way red lines and dots of blood coated the expanse of skin. Blooming purple hickeys littered not only down her neck but across your chest. Both of you moving as if you’ve only known each other your whole lives. Agatha effectively erasing anyone else who has ever touched you from your mind.

Her brows pinched in the middle as she neared her climax. She sat up to look down at you and the sight made her heart skip. You were beautiful and disheveled hair spread out and messy, chest covered in bite and kiss marks made by her mouth, your brests bouncing with every rock of Agatha’s hips, legs spread on either side of her waist. The two of you looked like some sick display of depraved art and she loved all of it. Her hips rocked harder and faster, Agatha’s bundle of nerves pressed against yours. Your hands sought out hers and hooked your fingers together. She wanted to come so bad, she wanted to see you fall apart under her. She wanted this and more.

She wanted long nights wrapped around each other, she wanted lazy mornings, she wanted to lock you away in this room to do whatever with while no one ever laid eyes on you again, she wanted to go back and shield your mind from those two bastards who decided to try and rob you. She wanted to shield you from anything bad ever again. You were hers to touch and kiss and fuck and love.

Her heart swelled thinking about it more. She did love you, she was obsessed with you, but you didn’t need to know that right now. With the way your fingers intertwined and the delicious feeling of your wet heat sliding against her own, Agatha was about to be brought to her demise. Her heart raced threatening to burst from her rib cage, you were growing louder, she knew you had to be close. Beads of sweat dripped down her chest, tempting your lips to taste. You sat up, hips still slotted to run your tongue up the center of her chest to taste her salty sweat. Her brain malfunctioned watching you taste her in such a way. She somehow willed her hips to move faster, she was desperate now to come against you, desperate to make you come for her. The two of you stared deep into each others souls, she was feeling everything, your chest rubbing against hers, the feeling of her stomach pressed against yours when she’d bring her hips in, the undeniable torrential downpour falling from between her heat to mix with your own. She felt like sin, Agatha knew that if anyone could see the way the two of you were with each other right now, it would make a dominatrix blush.

Agatha felt her clit pulse with her impending orgasm, all it took was two more intense ruts for her to finally spill over the edge. Agatha fell head first into her upending doom. At the sight of Agatha’s beautiful face scrunched in pleasure, her ecstatic screams traveling through the halls, you followed shortly after. The two of you meeting together in a symphony of your own undoings. Hands held, clawed, into each other willing the other to stay close. Agatha’s chest rose and fell deeply as she attempted to catch her breath. Your cheeks were flushed and skin damp with a layer of sweat making the hairs that fell stick to your forehead and neck. You looked so beautifully destroyed by her hands. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and being able to make someone so cute and delicate look so orgasmically disheveled.

Agatha begrudgingly untangled her legs from yours to plop herself down on the bed and pull your body flush against her own. She didn’t care if the position made you lay directly on top of her, she loved the feeling of your weight pressing against her sweaty heated body. Her arms held you close and let her nails scratch up and down your back.

She could feel your breathing begin to slow finally as you nuzzled your nose into the crook of her neck. The whole feeling, everything made her heart clench. She could never let you go. Just the thought began to send her into a panic.

“You do know…I’m never letting you leave.” Agatha just stared into the ceiling, voice a gruff whisper afraid of disrupting the quiet a little too much.

You lifted your head from her neck and giggled, “yeah? What about my bakery, Agatha? I still have to work.”

She didn’t even take a moment to think, didn’t need to, she knew what she wanted you to do.

“Promote Jen to Manager, let her run the place and stay with me. I don’t want to let you go, ever. Stay here so I can take care of you.”

You couldn’t deny, that idea sounded very tempting to you but what about your freedoms? You loved to bake, would you really be willing to give it up so easily? Agatha stayed eyeing you, she couldn’t help tell you were wrapping your head around this but she wasn’t going to take anything else for an answer. She’d be damned if you slipped through her fingers again. You could feel her arms tightening around you the longer you pondered.

“But Agatha, I love to bake. I finally got my dream job after years and it was so successful, I just don’t know if I can give it up so easily.”

Her arms were crushing your waist at this point they had gotten so tight. Her jaw clenched before relenting, “okay, but only on one condition…”

You raised an eyebrow but still decided to hear her out.

“I move all of your things here in my home. Every time you have to be at the bakery I’ll be your bodyguard, I don’t want you out of my sight or out of reach. Those guys have already payed for the damage they’ve done, I couldn’t live with myself if I let something similar or worse happen to you or your business. Do we have a deal?”

Well, did she have a deal?

“I’ll give you to the count of 5, Herb, where’s the product?”

“I-it got lost! In transportation! It wasn’t me I swear!”

Agatha would consider herself a connoisseur in very expensive luxurious items. She always had an eye for soft delicate fabrics, sweet and rich desserts, finest tailored suits, and the coldest, rarest weapons Westview had to run. She was known as the wicked witch of Westview, one of the most avoided crime bosses with a war path that had the ability to stretch for miles.

“You were in charge of bringing it to me, yet…I see you empty handed. Do you know how much those little bunnies cost me?”

“I-I’m s-s-sorry boss please I’ll do a-anything!”

“Anything?”

“Yes please, boss, anything?”

“Hmm…”

Agatha pretended to ponder the pawns blubbering nonsense, but between the tears carving their way through the grime of his cheek, and the snot no doubt making its way passed his lips, she decided…this man was fucking disgusting. She turned on her heel to exit the dark room, sauntering with a grace that made it feel like her feet never touched an inch of soiled ground.

“Light him up boys.”

With a flick of her hand and without looking back, Agatha left the premises leaving the dirty work for her pack of brutes.

It took a lot of time and hard grinding work to get to this position of not having to get her hands dirty anymore. Agatha Harkness, literally fought tooth and nail for her position at the top of the throne. She always had an eye for the finer things and of course not coming from a wealthier background…well she had to take matters into her own hands, however she saw fit.

That’s how she got into illegal arms smuggling and essentially starting her own crime ring. Eventually gutting the one man she ever allowed close enough, the one that taught her everything she needed to know about being the baddest witch in one of the smallest towns. Something so small and shitty the feds would never be able to sniff out a thing.

She marched out of the abandoned warehouse building with a purpose and migraine. Handling business never failed to wear her out. She was above handling rats, above arguing with dummies. Sometimes a boss’ job is never done. She humbled herself for still being able to ‘roll around with the cockroaches’ as she called it. She needed a pick-me-up.

Agatha sauntered to her sleek black sedan, dusting off her plum colored dress pants and crème blouse and gracefully got into her car.

She liked to frequent this little place closer toward downtown (if you could call it that). They served the best blueberry cream cheese pastries, with the most divine wild berry gentilly cake anyone could get their hands on, but that wasn’t the only reason for her continued return.

She had a soft spot for the little pastry chef that ran her own little shop. Always had her eye out for her ever since they met. “Met” was a reach, for the last 2 years 6 months 3 weeks and 14 days, Agatha has shown up to your little bakery to see you. The pastries were just a plus. Once a day she’d walk in the room smelling of fresh crème and baked doughs, order a slice of something she liked, and sit in the back corner booth and day dream of the day she could ask for more from you.

A date, a kiss, fuck it, it didn’t matter an extra breath she just wanted you in her life closer than you were now. But Agatha she was a stalking predator, a panther maneuvering through thick foliage and you were her sweet lamb. Agatha could only view herself as all rough edges. Nothing about her was sweet. She was sharp and possessive. She craved carnally, and fought fearlessly. You were everything she couldn’t possibly have.

Agatha white knuckled her grip on the steering wheel the whole way. Her jaw tensed as she could only think of how soft you probably felt under her harsh grasp. Her hands were rough and calloused, oh but she bet yours were softer than satin gliding along her tired muscles.

She visibly relaxed when she parked in front of the bakery, and when she entered, it was like exhaling a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You smiled at her so warm and peachy. She swore her life moved in slow motion as she watched your lashes flutter against your rosy cheeks. Your hair was pulled back in a low bun, her eyes trailed down to look at the baby pink dress with white trimming you were wearing. She could almost feel beneath her palms the texture of that dress and how it would feel pressed against your hips. She bet you smelled of rose hip oil and cinnamon.

“Agatha! Welcome in, I just finished a strawberry gentilly cake, I know how much you like them, Jen is finishing cutting it up in the back!”

Agatha blushed, visibly blushed, as you went on about how much you remembered her liking gentilly cakes. They were airy and sweet but not tooth rotting sweet. Not enough to make her swear it off. Sweet enough to want more every time, just like you.

“Hey Baby! Sure I’d love a slice.”

She watched as the blushed crawled from the center of your nose across to both cheeks. It made her bite the inside of her lip, heaven help her.

“For here or to go?”

“Here!” Agatha spoke too quickly. “Always here.”

She tried to laugh off her nerves lest she look too eager to you. She didn’t know that you wouldn’t mind, one single bit. She didn’t know how you stared at her face trying to memorize the creases by her eyes or the smile lines when she laughed. She never caught your lingering gaze on her brunette tresses as you imagined how the strands would feel weaving through your fingers. She even missed the way you would sneak glances every time she was avoiding staring for to long. The two of you danced around each other like orbiting planets destined to collide.

Agatha took her usual seat at the back of the bakery. She found herself being too nervous for some reason. She had been doing this for years why was she so nervous. She stress-bit her lip and nervously played with her own fingers. Even trying a breathing exercise to will her frantic heartbeat down. You’re okay, you’ll be okay. She kept telling herself. Trying to will away the tension she was feeling just being in this building. She was able to busy herself with her phone, checking on messages, watching CCTV footage to make sure nothing looked suspicious.

She jumped when you entered her peripheral. When did you walk up? How had she not heard you? Her crystal blues met your eyes as you gently placed her slice of cake down with a small cup of iced lemon tea. Agatha gave you a bashful smile then watched you walk all the way behind the counter again.

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Somehow staying for a slice turned into Agatha fiddling with her phone for a couple hours. You had shown up intermittently to check on her and make sure she didn’t need anything. Every time she reassured she was fine, even if she wanted to beg or whine for your number or a date. Maybe even take your hand and kiss the back of your knuckles. Would you blush harder at her? Would you allow her to take you anywhere you desired? How would you look at her when she was finally able to wrap herself—

“Freeze! Nobody move!”

Two robbers ran in straight to the counter. Both of them had bags but only one had a gun, the other a knife. Everyone who was already in the building began to panic but Agatha’s eyes just went wide.

She watched the two men storm over to the register and point the gun at her Baby’s face. Agatha bristled, rage began to boil, how dare they threaten her babygirl. How dare the attempt to soil this place at all while she was here.

“We don’t want any trouble! Give us all the money in your register!”

Agatha had to watch your scared face pale, you fumbled with the register attempting to get them anything they were asking for as fast as possible. They made one mistake though, none of the men had eyes on Agatha. She quietly stood from her spot in the booth and drew her gun from her back holster. The men were too busy waiting on you to fish out all of the money they didn’t hear or see when Agatha pressed the mouth of her gun to the temple of the one man with a weapon.

At the dock of her gun everybody froze.

“I want everyone out right now!”

She commanded that room in that instant. Every patron left chaotically, you remained frozen in your spot behind the counter. The man holding the gun still had his hand raised. Agatha’s deadly blue gaze shifted to you.

“Listen to me, Baby, I need you to go to the back and hide. Either a bathroom or a closet, and don’t come out until I come to get you. Bring Jen with you too, I’m going to handle this mess, okay?”

You nodded hard and backed up carefully to the door that led to the back of house. Once you were safe you scrambled to grab Jen and do exactly what Agatha had requested. The two of you held each other as you heard a lot of commotion come from the dining area. Agatha never visibly looked like someone who could take two grown men, but you doubt she would’ve made you leave if she couldn’t.

All of a sudden two gunshots rang out in your building. You and Jen heals your breaths as you waited to find out what was going to happen next. You almost jumped from your skin when the door swung open but it was just her. She was safe, your hero.

Agatha bent down quickly to hold you and your arms wrapped around her in return. You could feel her warm palm cup the back of your head while the other stayed protectively at your back. Her breathing was ragged as she tried to calm down now that you were one hundred percent safe. Jen was the first to break the silence, but inadvertently made the two of you separate from one another.

“What happened out there? What happened to those guys?”

Agatha’s gaze shifted between the two of you trying to think of how to go about this.

“I need you both to something very important and listen to my instructions; Jen, you’re going to leave out the back, get in your car and go home, you didn’t see anything you just ran, okay?”

Jen nodded in blind confirmation and left without asking any more questions. Then Agatha looked to you again.

“Baby, I need you to come with me okay? I have some guys coming to clean this mess up, they’ll make the place look just like new. I’ll help with an alibi on the way to my place alright? Are you going to let me take care of you?”

Your eyes began to fill with tears, the adrenaline probably wearing off, it pained you to leave your bakery in the hands of some people you didn’t know. Hell you hardly even knew Agatha outside of her usual orders, but she helped you today. What if those men decided to do something worse, what if she hadn’t been there to help you at all? You owed it to her to at least listen and go with her. Your body began to shake and Agatha wrapped her arms around you again to hold you still and will you to calm down.

Carefully she was able to get you to your feet and usher you out to her car. As you passed through the bakery, Agatha kept one of her hands on the side of your head to tuck you into the crook of her neck.

“Keep your eyes down, Baby. You’re safe now okay?”

The stress and anxiety still buzzed through your bones, and as you looked off to the side, the pool of blood at the floor made your eyes start to water again. You couldn’t hold back a sob as everything started to surface slowly. You were robbed. At gun point. And Agatha saved you. And your business.

She was holding on to you so strong too. Her arms weren’t shaking, her breathing wasn’t erratic, the only think Agatha knew in that moment was to be strong for you and get you comfortable. Somewhere between the building and the car you blacked out and only came to when you heard the sound of the driver side door close. You don’t remember getting in or sitting down.

Your sweaty shaking palm reached out to her own forcing your conjoined hands into your own space. You needed something to ground you to hold you. Your whole body felt on fire and Agatha was the cooling water calming you down. Your two soft hands held Agatha’s one larger hand in your lap focusing on your breathing and running your fingertips over her skin.

The car ride to Agatha’s mansion was a little too quiet. The thumb of her hand that was still being held in your lap lazily drew its own circles across your knuckles. A small way for Agatha to reassure you that you were still safe, still taken care of. You looked so small and fragile at this moment, it made Agatha’s heart ache to hold you properly. Why did her home have to take so long to drive to?

Every now and then Agatha would look over to make sure you weren’t crying, but all she would see is a blank stare looking off into the tree line. She doubted you’d even blinked the whole ride. Agatha attempted to break the silence a little bit.

“Hey Baby? I know it’s a little soon but I just wanted to go over an alibi real quick, can you do that for me?”

You didn’t give a verbal answer, just a subtle nod of your head. It would have to work for now.

“I know a couple people saw what happened back there, but if anyone asks a friend was able to smack the gun away and scare those two guys off with a fight. That sound good to you?”

She watched as more tears began to fill your eyes. Even the mention of what happened today was still overwhelming enough to affect you. Her hand grabbed yours tighter, hoping to bring you back down to earth, draw you in. You’re safe, I’m right here. They’re gone now.

You just nodded your head again, slower this time. Your small hands clutched to Agatha’s a little tighter. You didn’t want to let go. Almost as if she’d fly away if you did and everything would come back.

Agatha didn’t attempt to speak the rest of the drive, just left you alone with your thoughts hoping that once the two of you were at her home, you’d feel better being away from the commotion.

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She finally pulled up to the house. Her “humble” three story, six bedroom French styled mansion stood classically tall with the sun setting just behind it casting a strange golden halo around the building. You still sat eerily still, not quite snapped from your daze.

Agatha received a call just as she set the car in park. She let out an exasperated sigh.

“Stay right here, okay Baby? I’ll come get you after this call.”

This time you didn’t nod or move, just watched as Agatha got out of the car and walked a good distance away to talk to whoever was on the other end.

“Everything spotless?”

“Yeah boss, not a drop left. Put everything back the way it was.”

“Good, clean up the cameras, any tape from today I want in my possession. Stories are already handled.”

“You sure we can trust those girls?”

Agatha ran hot, “How dare you fucking question me, get me the fucking tapes before I run back and kill you myself.”

Agatha hung up without another word. What a fucking asshole.

She shrugged off that bit of anger before coming over to your side of the car. You still stayed there, slow almost delayed, in your seat. Your head slowly turned to look at her. Agatha held her hand out for you to hold on to and help you out of the car. Finally up and next to her, Agatha couldn’t help but notice how much shorter than her you were. Only about a few inches, but when you had to look up at her with those big glossy eyes, it made something pull at her heart. She wanted this all of the time, cursing the fact it took you being robbed to get you here. You should be at her home under different circumstances.

She was lost in the way you looked up at her, not realizing when she put her hands on your waist. Not realizing you put your own hands on her shoulders. Her eyes honed in on the way your peach colored lips parted as the two of you just stared. It took some strong willpower to break the trance she had slipped into.

Wrapping her arm around your waist, she ushered you inside her home. The space was too quiet. Both of your footsteps echoed off of the walls. Agatha was in a state of silent panic the entire way in, she could feel the heat radiating from you deep into her own aching bones. She loved it how warm you were. How close you stuck to her side.

When you finally came to her living room, she brought you to the couch to sit. As she went to walk away to the kitchen for some water you stopped her, gripping her wrist in a vice she didn’t expect from her soft Baby. Her heart clenched at the whimper you let out.

“I’m just going run to the kitchen to get you some water, is that alright.”

You shook your head. “No please don’t leave, please.”

Agatha’s heart broke watching you break like this, if she could bring those men back to like she’d kill them over and over just for the way they hurt you like this.

“You’re safe now Baby, we’re in my home. No one is going to harm you here, I promise you.”

You didn’t look convinced, just stood from the couch and pushed yourself into her body. You don’t know what had overcame you but there was this strange internal need to be close. She can’t leave you here alone, what if they came back? What if your whole world shattered. Your arms wrapped around her torso with your head tucking into her chest. Agatha’s jaw clenched. You were so soft, so sweet. Her heart was pounding in her chest. There was no doubt you could feel it. Agatha relented.

“Alright sweetheart, come with me. I’ll get us some water and then we’ll go lay down.”

You followed her all the way to the kitchen, subconsciously Agatha turned to you to pick you up and sit you on the counter. She mentally reprimanded herself for doing something stupid like that, but when you didn’t question it, she just continued on. You watched as she moved with around her home with the familiar grace of someone who inhabited a space for years. She bounced around humming as she grabbed cups and ice then filling them up. Then almost as if she thought it would make you feel better, went back to the fridge and got a cucumber. You sat there and admired her hands as they worked to peel and slice. Her face was so nonchalant as she worked. You wish you could be like that.

You wished the events at the bakery didn’t drain your softness, your happiness. You wished you could exist in this moment, you and her. This event seemed so unreal, the two of you always passed around each other. She always came in and got a little dessert and sometimes a coffee or a tea. She always said ‘hey’ with a smile. Was always kind, somewhere in the back of your mind you thought she could be into you just for how often she came in. Honestly after two years of seeing her almost every day, you were shocked that neither of you ever made pass at each other. For you it was nerves, but for her? Well you didn’t know why she never said anything. Never asked for a number, never asked for a date, never was flirty. She was just always nice. You just chalked it up to her liking your sweets. It started to throw you off why she brought you to her home.

Suddenly, Agatha moved in, back into your orbit with a plate of sliced cucumbers and mozzarella.

“I understand if maybe you aren’t hungry, but I want you to try and eat something.”

Agatha placed the plate down next to you and moved her hands to your knees. Her fingers twitched against your skin. She looked nervous to be there. Why did she look so nervous? You wanted her to be there. After a minute of looking back and forth between her and the plate, you relented and took the first bite of cucumber and cheese. There was nothing really special about it but because it came from her, was so delicious.

You saw the faintest tick from the corner of her mouth, she was pleased you’d try to eat something for her. To make her feel better. Her fingers idly rubbed your skin as you continued to eat. You got about halfway before picking up a slice to feed to Agatha.

Her eyes jolted to look up at your face. She couldn’t believe it. What had she done to get this little angel in her home. Oh, yeah that’s right…

Her mouth parted slightly before opening fully to accept your offering. She watched your eyes light up a little and finally smile for the first time since that ‘incident’. She was happy to see it, even if it didn’t fully reach your eyes. She leaned more against you as you alternated between feeding her and yourself.

Agatha relished in this closeness. Like the two of you weren’t simply sort of strangers, as if the both of you existed like this the whole time. How odd, what kind of pull was this to have with someone that she simultaneously knew and didn’t know enough of. Once the plate was empty she led you through her house to her main bedroom.

The space was cozy yet massive. She easily had an Alaskan king with silky violet sheets, pillows, and duvet cover. The far dresser looked like carved mahogany covered with expensive perfumes. She didn’t have a single photo in sight, just lots of little trinkets some jewelry, anything that screamed Agatha. Her room was what you thought a crows might look, all fancy shiny objects carefully placed around in spots she wanted to show them off. It almost made you blush to look at all of it. To catch a glimpse into her personality.

Agatha’s back was to you but she tried to hide her blush. It felt far too intimate to allow you into this space but she wanted to, she craved you here. She looked around her own room and began to imagine what it would be like if your own trinkets were integrated, weaved amongst her own. What would it be like to really exist in this space with her.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the thump of a body landing on top of her bed. When she turned she saw you face down, spread starfish in the middle. Agatha burst out laughing uncontrollably.

“Baby, what in the world are you doing!”

Your response came out muffled, “I couldn’t help myself, your bed just looked so comfortable.”

Agatha’s heart clenched for what had to be about the 5th time now. She sat down on the bed next to you and ran her fingers down your back.

“Sweet Baby, you’re so silly you know that.”

When you turned your head to look at her, you smiled a real smile. This all was feeling too natural to you. Agatha scooted up to the head of the bed and patted the space beside her. Not really wanting to moved from your spot, you sluggishly crawled up to lay next to her. The two of you stayed there staring up at the ceiling until finally, the exhaustion took over. Your eyes began to close until sleep took you under.

Agatha looked over at you. She couldn’t stop watching. Your chest rising and falling softly, the part in your lips where little wisps of breath would release. Her eyes drug across your skin, no blemishes, no scars. It made her sad to see. She had been running with the wolves her whole life. Agatha had been cut, shot, beaten, all in the name of getting ahold of something she would always covet. But you, you were by far her most prized gift. She would do anything to have you, to keep you here. Would that be something you were okay with?