Hehe >:3

hehe >:3

Kissing the demon on the cheek Plum smiles to them. "Do you want to help me with making a pie?"

" of course! i would be more than happy to. " soryn grins, gently squeezing her shoulder before giving it a light pat. together they head into the kitchen and they get out the utensils, bowls, and ingredients, helping her measure things out and mix everything together while the oven was preheating. it's really nice, baking with her. soryn enjoys it so much, but in their defense, they enjoy any time they get to spend with her. now as the pie bakes in the oven, they sit at the dining table and chat over tea and coffee, recounting their respective day and how it was.

soon enough, they were enjoying some of the pie together after it had cooled down enough. " gods, we make an amazing lemon meringue pie. " he sighs, swallowing the last bite of their slice, washing it down with coffee. not the best chaser, but not the worst. " you are really succeeding at putting me onto lemon-flavored sweets. "

" you won't be able to walk straight when i'm done with you, my pretty... pretty dove... "

the dirty kind of teasing. / accepting!

her breath hitches at maren's words, a soft moan leaving her. gods, her wife really knows how to excite her, doesn't she? " only if you promise to carry me around and give me the princess treatment after we're done. " agatha tells her with a smile, gazing up at her as maren hovers over her, her fingers caressing her wife's arm. of course her beloved promises to do so, which is followed by many, many kisses and quite the night of rigorous lovemaking. sure enough, agatha was very sore later. she couldn't even get out of bed to take a bath, her maren had to prepare it for her and carry her into it! even here, relaxing in the tub, her legs feel like they've turned into jelly.

agatha lays back against her wife, holding her hand, bringing it to her lips to press gentle kisses to her knuckles. she closes her eyes, breathing in the scent of lavender hanging in the air from the bath bomb maren had tossed into the hot water. she hums softly in content, laying her head back against her wife's chest as she now holds her hand against her cheek, gently nuzzling her palm. " you always take such good care of me, my love. " agatha murmurs, then giggles softly. " making up for making a mess of me earlier? "

giving aggie a lil le/thal com/pany verse at some point <3

aggie had an art nouveau phase as a teen and never left it

i'm being abused