" It Looks Worse Than It Feels. " -James To Aggie

" it looks worse than it feels. " -James to Aggie

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff! / accepting!

agatha sighs, looking away, her hands lowering to her lap. she shakes her head. " how it looks or feels is beside the point, james. i told you not to get into fights for me. just because some guy comes up to me, flirting with me, i-it doesn't mean he won't take 'i have a boyfriend' for an answer. " she sighs again and resumes gently dabbing the alcohol wipe at the cut on his cheek. when the guy punched him after james struck first, his ring had cut into his skin. agatha shakes her head again. this was her fault. it always is. she places a bandaid over the cut after putting some salve over it.

agatha tends to his hands now, carefully wiping the blood from his knuckles, staying silent for a few moments longer. " you react like that like... like you're afraid i'll flirt back o-or i'll leave with them. " her gaze flickers up to his eyes. " do you think you're not good enough for me? do you think the moment someone 'better' comes along, i'll leave? because you know me better than that, james. you know i wouldn't, you know i believe you're more than enough for me. " gently she smooths over the bandaids she puts over james' knuckles. she traces her thumb over them before bringing his hand to her lips, pressing the gentlest of kisses over the bandaids.

" i don't want or need anyone else in my life but you. you know that, but i'll gladly remind you every time you want or need to hear it. " agatha smiles, leaning up to kiss his lips. " there is no 'better' when you're already the best. you're my everything and i'm not going anywhere. you're stuck with me for life, james. "

there's a lot to consider, isn't there? nnoitra is her best friend, so if there's anyone she doesn't want to ruin her existing relationship with, it's him. even if things don't work out, even if they split amicably, it wouldn't be quite the same, would it? agatha doesn't want to hurt him, but at the same time, there was something about him asking for a date that she finds exciting. who better to go on a date with than a very good friend? there's no awkward chit chat, no weird getting-to-know-each-other stage. they can just be as they are with the added bonus of romance.

that, and agatha was trying to be more spontanous, to not put such an intense thought process behind one decission. a big decision, sure, but she wants to take the leap. she doesn't want to let her worries, her fears, or her doubts eat her up from the inside. she swallows and her thumbs hover over the touchscreen once more. don't overthink it, just do it. a smile forms on her lips as she begins to type.

> i'm game! > how about... oh! you know that new diner that opened up last month? i've heard great things about it. > it's near the theater! how about we meet there for a date? > how does 4pm today sound? maybe we could even walk over to the theater and catch a movie, too!

agatha sends the last message and sets the phone down, she did it. she's taken the leap, though maybe it's more like a series of leaps. swiping on his profile was one, messaging was another. but this feels different from the tinder dates that didn't go anywhere. already she has a really good feeling about this and it's overpowering the din of anxious thoughts in her head, pushing them to the back. oh, she's so nervous and excited at the same time! it's hard to contain herself, bouncing her leg as she awaits a response.

He was putting some real fucking effort into this shit. It was summer, which meant he had more energy than he usually did. That was the best time to look for a relationship. He'd be showing himself from his --- well --- least worst? Side. Yeah. He had no expectations. Why would anyone wanna date him? He had NO trouble finding people to sleep with. It was easiest for him to pick up guys, so in that department he could even be a little bit more picky, and choose the guys he found the most attractive. It wasn't as easy to pick up girls. They usually weren't in it only for sex. Most guys just wanted to try sleeping with a guy Nnoitra's size ( and no, not just his height )--- Women were more difficult. He needed to chat with them for far longer to get them out on a date, and Nnoitra was the worst when it came to small-talk ( and even worse if he had to text it ). He hadn't had that many dates with women, in the end. He'd never dated a chick, and he was beginning to understand why.

He was swiping tinder. He didn't swipe right on everyone, like he knew some guys did. He wasn't going to date an ugly woman. Pretty rich, coming from him, who didn't have much to show for in the looks-department.

He didn't necessarily reject women who were more on the chubby side. As long as they weren't straight-out fat. He'd prefer for her not to weigh more than him. It was too bad you only got a picture, and not a voice sample. A woman's voice was one of the most important things for Nnoitra. Or, rather, certain types of voices were an instant turn-off.

Left. Left. Left. Left. Definitely left.

He kept swiping.

Wait --- Wasn't that Agatha?

Yeah, that was her alright. He had no idea she was on tinder. He was holding his thumb over the screen, hesitating on which way he should swipe. She was incredibly nice. Not just your average "nice". She'd made him a whole-ass cook-book, just for him. It was the only reason why he'd been able to learn how to cook some basic things. She'd helped him decorate his apartment and made it "cozy". He always had a good time hanging out with her. She always - ALWAYS spoke kindly to him, without being condescending. She was girlfriend material. But they were friends. If she'd wanted anything other than friendship with him, then surely she would've given him some sorta... Sign. She had never flirted with him. He was, without a doubt, friendzoned. Had he thought about fucking her? OF COURSE. Nnoitra had thought about fucking all of his female friends ( and acquaintances ). That was just what a guy did.

He swiped right.

Fuck it. If she was horrified and disgusted by it, he could just laugh it off as an accident. Tell her he was just swiping aimlessly.

He took a chug from his beer bottle. It was early to be drinking, and it was still hours until he had to go to work. He should head out soon, actually. He'd been lazing on the couch for long enough. He was thinking of going to the beach again. He actually preferred to meet potential dates in real life, rather than online ( because he sucked at texting ).

His phone buzzed. A tinder message. He put his beer down, arching his brow slightly.

It was from Agatha.

She didn't seem... Disgusted at least. Like she said, she was surprised. He figured she was way too polite and timid to tell him straight out "sorry I'm not interested in you", so there was a good chance she was just trying to let him down gently here. He breathed out. DAMN he fucking hated mind-games. How should he reply anyway? Mah, he wasn't a coward, so he'd let his intentions be known.

to - agatha - 「 i'm up 4 a date」

to - agatha - 「 if u game」

Now, if she said "I just wanna be friends", he could still text her "I meant a friend date of course". Or whatever. He didn't want to fuck up their friendship over this. No harm done though. What COULD do harm was if they actually DID go on a romantic date, and it went horribly. He hadn't thought about that yet ( because he didn't think he'd get that far ).

" o-oh— " she'd tell him not to worry about it but he's already taken a couple of the bags from her arms that she was struggling only a little to carry. " i, um, i-i'm s-s-stronger than i look, sir. " agatha tells him with a laugh, but still, she nods and thanks him, leading him away from the truck and into the back of the shop, setting the bags down on a pallet. " here, th-they c-can be set down right here with the rest. "

i said i would send an ask @fiorserpen but lazy makes me do this

"Whoa there now-" Attention moving from his phone to the blonde holding a few too many bags of fertilizer now, he puts his cell away as he moves to grab about all the bags but one for her. "A little lass like you shouldn't be overdoing it on moving things like this. Where are you bringing these? I'll help y' out, alright?"

❛ let me come in you, please. i want to fill you up. ❜ -James to Aggie 🤭

more smut. / accepting!

" you beg so nicely, you know that? " she peers down at him, a smile forming on her lips. she supposes it helps that she enjoys the feeling of him filling her whenever they have sex or make love. agatha straddles his hips, rolling her own hips as she rides him, a hand pressing gently against his abdomen to keep him down against the bed. " i think you deserve it, so cum. please, james, i-i want to feel you cum inside me. " that seems to be all the encouragement he needs, feeling his hands on her hips, holding them still as he thrusts into her from below. agatha holds his hands, moaning with each thrust. " j-just like that, my love. f-fill me up, please. "

with her teasing from before, it didn't take him long to be brought to the edge, and now, with his relentless pounding, agatha feels herself being brought to the edge right with him. gods, it feels so good, holding james' hands tighter against her hips, seeing stars at the edges of her vision as she gets closer and closer to her orgasm.

and finally, as her beloved buries himself fully inside of her, his hips twitching upward as he fills her up, she cums hard right alongside him, whimpering as her walls twitch and clench around him. soon, agatha collapses down onto him, panting to catch her breath. she hums, moving her head to rest more comfortably against his chest, feeling and hearing their hearts calm and beat more steadily together. she looks up at james with a lazy smile. " that was amazing, my love. "

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