Agatha, While In A Relationship, Has Sought Out Sex As A Form Of Comfort After Nightmares. It's The Quickest

agatha, while in a relationship, has sought out sex as a form of comfort after nightmares. it's the quickest and easiest way to make her forget the nightmare and exhaust her enough and put her back at enough ease to be able to fall back asleep. obviously, this is agatha, i don't think i have to say she won't start feeling her partner up without consent. she'll wake them (if her nightmare didn't wake them as well), tell them what happened, and ask if they feel up to a round. if not, then she won't press, and she'll either just curl up against her partner or get out of bed and find some other form of comfort. she might make herself some tea and read, she might draw or paint.

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

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" 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. "

a laugh leaves the faerie and she gives a nod, though, even with a hell of a green thumb of her own, it never crossed her mind to grow such things. agatha takes a drag now herself, exhaling it through her nose as she gets more comfortable. " m-my p-parents wanted to get me into therapy a-and onto medicine, but th-they c-couldn't afford it. " she murmurs, rubbing her neck. would her life be any different if they'd been able to get that stuff for her? agatha isn't sure. she's gone so long without ever having had any of that stuff that... she isn't sure who she'd be after trying it when she's so used to feeling the way she does. she opens one of the bags of chips now, placing it between herself and donna. " i-i w-wonder what it is about this stuff that g-gives you the munchies. "

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Donna took a hit and slowly let the smoke leave through her mouth. "I have a green thumb." She told Agatha. "So I took to it naturally." Next to doll making, she did enjoy gardening quite a lot.

"Not to mention this stuff helps with anxiety. Otherwise I'd be on pills and... That's not quite as enjoyable." She joked. "But, everyone's body is different for a reason." She sighed.

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

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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. "

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" fuck you, i choose who i want, and i choose you, dumbass. "