"Can I Go Down On You" (Shiro)

"Can I go down on you" (Shiro)

consent is sexy. / accepting!

it wasn't really sex that made her afraid, it was the being even more vulnerable part that makes her afraid. it was letting shiro see her in her entirety, completely laid bare before him. admittedly, it was why she waited so long. he knew that, he knew she wanted to wait until she felt ready and comfortable, even when it was driving him a bit crazy. agatha appreciated it, of course, that he was willing to wait. he never pressed, never pushed, he gave her time. they did try a few times, but she backed out before shiro could remove her clothes.

he knew of her scars, had even seen the ones on her arms, but agatha didn't let him see the extent of them and just how many more covered her body. part of her did worry there would come a point where he would draw a line, where it would be too much and he would leave. his girlfriend was too scarred, too damaged, to continue to love. agatha feels horrible for believing these things of him, of a man as good and kind as shiro, but it was just the way her mind worked. deep down, she was always afraid. afraid she was too damaged and too much for anyone.

but she wasn't. not really, not to shiro.

agatha watches with baited breath as he helps her out of her skirt and panties, her fingers curling into the blankets under her. she swallows as she studies his expression, expecting some mixture of sadness, frustration, and perhaps worst of all, disgust. surely all the pain and hurt she has caused herself would disgust shiro, right? it doesn't seem to, though. rather he gazes down at her in understanding and love. it's not like he didn't know how much agatha took all her bullies had said, the things they'd done, to heart. no, he knew well enough by now.

maybe he was consoled by the fact there were no new marks in sight. she hadn't been in that dark mindset for a little while now. they were both quite busy with the big move, really, her mind focused on other things. they were finally in the new house though they haven't yet fully unpacked everything. even in their bedroom she can see things are still in boxes and bins. even that isn't her focus at the moment. she's still focused on shiro, watching him, taking in that loving expression of his. he gazes at her in reverence, like she was a work of art. a statue, weathered but still beautiful.

all of agatha's fears regarding how he might look at her just... melt away, and she visibly relaxes more and she finally exhales. she smiles now, reaching for one of his hands, holding it in her own and lacing their fingers together. she watches shiro as he gives her hand a squeeze and begins to lower himself.

can i eat you out?

the question makes agatha's heart flutter as she's overcome by excitement and anticipation. her cheeks flush hotly and she gives a nod. " please? i-i-i r-really want to f-feel your mouth. "

from frank hjbnfhj

are you agatha's type? / accepting!

her brow furrows. " liar, i know you like cats! "

thinking about fae maybe having the ability to give up their immortality if they feel their mortal partner is the one they want to be with for the rest of their life

agatha feels... extremely proud and happy that he was really putting the cookbook to good use. not that she assumed nnoitra would simply let it collect dust on a shelf, it was just... well, she made a gift for him and he was using it!! talk about feeling useful. it makes her wiggle in the booth a little, unable to contain her happiness and excitement, though agatha soon manages to calm herself.

" really? that honestly makes me so happy. i've tried the same recipe multiple times! there's some i think i've made so many times i have all the ingredients and measurements stored right up here. " agatha lightly taps her temple with her finger, a soft giggle leaving her. " i hope we can cook together more often, especially since i have more energy for it these days. " would she sound like an asshole for assuming she would be doing most of the cooking if the date is successful and they get into a relationship? it was just, well, it wasn't anything against him, agatha just knows he really enjoys her cooking.

" oh, don't be ashamed about your first scrambled eggs. " agatha snorts, shaking her head. " you should've seen one of the times i made grilled cheese. i had the heat too high on the burner and i got distracted with something else. one side was almost completely black and it even left a perfect bread-shaped imprint of burnt bread on the pan. " she tells him with a giggle, her hand rubbing her neck. she was still a little embarrassed about that, but if there was any time to learn to not be distracted while cooking, it was that one. " it wasn't particularly fun to scrape off the burnt bits off the pan. "

even while nnoitra had finished eating, agatha was still making her way through her burger and first milkshake. it was all quite filling, so she wanted to pace herself a little more. she's almost done, though.

she glances back up at nnoitra after wiping her mouth with her napkin. her head tilts slightly. " there is something i always wanted to ask you, pretty much since the day i met you, but i guess i was worried it'd come off as being too nosy or pressing on something that might be a personal topic. " agatha says, straightening up, her gaze flickering to the eye covered by the eyepatch. " what... did happen to your eye? " she asks now, sipping her milkshake. " obviously, if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. i won't pry! "

One of the notable things about their time spent together, that Nnoitra hadn't even thought about until now, was that he could actually make her laugh. He was not a funny guy, even though he could crack jokes ( as long as he was in a good mood ). None of his other friendships involved him making the other person laugh, at least he didn't think so.

He thought about this while he ate the burger, and the onion rings. He was a pretty quick eater unfortunately, so even with the size of the meal, it wouldn't take him long to finish. Not that he needed to pace himself. He could always just order more food. He was for sure going to have another milkshake. His appetite seemingly endless.

❝ Mah, ain't like we gotta watch action if ya don't like it. ❞ That was only fair. It wasn't a must-watch thing for him. He'd MUCH rather watch horror or sci-fi.

The cook book was the best gift she'd ever given someone? He was surprised that HE would be the recipient of that gift then. But yeah, it was a fucking great gift. It was a girly thing, appreciating how thoughtful a gift was... But mah, it was different with the cook-book, because it was the first time anyone had bothered to help him out with his dyslexia. Was it so weird that he appreciated that?

❝ It was kinda my new-years resolution, 'ta learn 'ta cook at least basic shit. Ain't no way I could'a started that without yer book. ❞ It was true. He felt a little stupid for talking about this. Learning to cook basic stuff... Wasn't something you should be proud of. Yet, he was. He hoped it didn't show too much ( though he was grinning ).

❝ I've tried almost all'a 'da recipes now. I only got two left, 'da most difficult ones. I try 'ta make a dish many times before movin' on 'ta 'da next one. So I ain't skippin' steps, yanno? My first scrambled eggs... Lets just say only I would eat that shit. ❞ Now he too was laughing ( more of a chuckle, maybe ). He'd worked his way from the most basic recipes to the more complex ones ( which were still considered super easy, he was sure ).

thinking about giving agatha a condition known as "asteroid hyalosis", which causes particles to form in the eyes and give them a sparkling effect. the doctor that discovered the condition describes the particles as "stars on a clear night". it's uncommon for it to have an effect on someone's sight and even more uncommon for surgery to be required

" good, i'm glad! " agatha's smile grows big and wide. really, it isn't hard at all to make her happy and that's probably evident enough when he agrees that they could cook together. they could cook, bake, and given they share good deal of mutual interests, they could do so much together! all in all, she was generally fairly easy to please. does it come off as her having low standards? she isn't sure. her standards aren't very high, but agatha just sees herself as fairly...well, not low maintenance, but somewhere around the middle.

she finishes eating, gently pushing her plate to the side and untucking her napkin from her collar, balling it up and placing it on the plate. bringing her milkshake toward her, she drinks more from the glass.

agaths looks back up at nnoitra when he speaks. she props her elbows against the edge of the table, lacing her fingers together under her chin to show he had her full attention while he talks about how he lost his eye.

" goodness, that must've been pretty terrifying, huh? " she asks with a soft laugh. she feels she handled his story fairly well, but maybe it helps he didn't go into any gory details. he was straight to the point and agatha definitely appreciates it. sure, she watches a lot of horror movies, but that was fictional. she isn't sure she would've had the stomach for details of a real life event like that.

she takes another sip from her milkshake. " must've been pretty painful. i can't imagine going through something like that. " she tells nnoitra, scrunching her face a little as she shakes her head. her features relax and she continues, " it must've been strange, too, suddenly having limited vision. was it easy to adapt? i imagine it took some time getting used to it. it's probably even a miracle you survived all of that! " she exclaims, but then agatha's gaze softens. " i'm glad you did, nnoitra. i'm happy you're still here. " not just because of being able to have a date with him, but because of all of the time they've spent together. agatha is happy to have nnoitra in her life.

It didn't take much to make her happy, huh? All he'd done was use the gift she'd given him. It was actually a very good thing that it was easy to make her happy, because --- Nnoitra was fucking shitty at stuff like that.

❝ Hell yeah we can cook 'ta'gether! ❞ He grinned, looking really engaged in this idea. Then she could show him some stuff and techniques. Nnoitra was very much a visual learner ( youtube was his go-to whenever he needed to figure something out ). ❝ Yanno even if 'da grilled cheese was pitch black I'd still eat it. ❞ No, he wasn't kidding. It was hard to imagine Agatha making such a mistake while cooking, but... Yeah, it DID make him feel a little better, to know that it wasn't JUST him being completely useless.

He'd finished eating now, and was just chewing on the final onion ring. The milkshake was empty too. He swirled the straw around in the glass, trying to see if there was any cream he'd be able to scoop up ( there wasn't ).

When Agatha mysteriously started with: There is something I've always wanted to ask you - he looked up and over at her. He was pretty sure he knew what she'd ask him.

Yeah, she wanted to know about his eye. Everyone always wanted to know about that, which was all good.

❝ 'S fine, I don't mind. ❞ He never understood the point of being sensitive about shit like that. He'd much rather people just ASK him about his bad eye, instead of speculating.

❝ When I was eighteen, I got stabbed. ❞ It was such a long time ago now, so it definitely didn't bother him. The traumatic memory somewhat faded now. What had helped processing what had happened was definitely the fact that he knew he'd deserved it.

❝ 'Daz how I went blind on that eye. Afterwards 'da stab wound got infected so 'daz why my eyepatch is so big. 'Ta cover 'da whole scar. ❞ He gestured around the rim of the eyepatch. ❝ Ya'd think gettin' stabbed was enough, yeah? But a few years ago, I got shot too. ❞ He breathed out a can-you-believe-this-shit-laugh. ❝ 'Da exit scar 's right here - ❞ He pointed to a few inches behind his ear. Of course the scar there was covered by hair ( and, it was pretty small anyway ). ❝ 'S a pretty good story, yeah? ❞ He didn't want he to be too freaked out about it, hence why he was trying to make light of it. He knew she was going to say something like: I'm sorry. Girls always did that when he told them, because they didn't know WHAT to say. They thought they had to feel sorry for him, but honestly, Nnoitra didn't need that shit. He hated pity.