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“I can’t stay” from the prompt list. HURT ME, PAL.

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"I can't stay."

Agnes felt her stomach drop and the instant warmth of embarrassment and fear cover her neck and face. That three word sentence knocked the wind out of her when Agent Vidal mumbled it under her breath in the early morning light that peeped through the blinds and casted stray lights over them in bed. Vidal was still wrapped up in the navy sheets when she spoke and knew in that moment, Agnes was awake beside her.

Vidal knew Agnes had been awake for quite some time and it was only now, that Vidal had gotten the guts to speak what needed to be said.

Agnes tried to shift closer to Vidal under the covers; tried to reach her hand out to touch Vidal's arm. She wanted to pull her in close and hold her tight and maybe someway that simple act would make the agent change her mind. She knew it was futile; knew that Vidal was pretty clear on her decisions. That was something Agnes admired in the other woman, the way she would come to a conclusion and hold it tight and very rarely, if ever, sway from what she believed in. For once, Agnes wished she could stray from her determination.

"Why?"

Barely a whisper and close to a sob; Agnes had to clear her throat to keep herself in check. She wasn't going to crumble now; not so early on. She couldn't show Vidal that she was weak or soft and that, something like this, something so routine was going to break her. That was a death sentence Agnes believed, a sure way to never have Vidal come back to her in such capacity as this.

"Why, Vidal?"

Another passing moment of silence and Agnes heard the sheets rustle beside her as the agent tried to move away once more. She could tell Vidal was on the cusp of possibly changing her tune; maybe even thinking over what it would mean if she did stay with her. How much would she lose? How much could she possibly gain? Would she want this for another day longer with Agnes and, was it worth it? Was she worth it? Agnes held her breath and waited for Vidal's answer to hopefully make itself known.

No words came out of Vidal's mouth but she did turn herself over to face Agnes in the semi-dark room. She could see the pain and worry and defeat etched into the detectives face; lines of worry and loss that must lay there countless times over and over in moments exactly like this. How many other women had she brought to her bed and pleaded the same words? How many other woman had she asked to stay and they, couldn't give Agnes what she wanted?

Could she do that now for her and would she want to? Was this something she thought would be a good idea in the long run? Would Agnes think it would be good for them, to continue on this way? Two people working in different capacities with different lives and histories that started off pretty rocky, pretty tumultuous.

Vidal swore Agnes hated her guts the first day she walked into the police station. Vidal swore even in this second that Agnes still hated her guts; held something over her because she was a little 'higher up' and a little more 'polished'. She held things against Vidal because she didn't come across as hard and rough and filled with obvious pain and grief. Vidal was the light that Agnes shielded her eyes to. Would she want the light in for longer than a night? Longer than a day?

Vidal watched as Agnes' face changed; something stoic and nonchalant. The usual mask she wore at work that deemed her a 'hard-ass' and 'not easy to get along with'. Cold and calculating and maybe a little bit laced with pride, Agnes pushed the sheets away that covered her and exposed her naked self. Vidal eyed her hungrily; soaked in all the lines and curves and swells of the detectives' body like it was the first time she was seeing her naked. It truly felt that way and Vidal, caught the lump in her throat.

It was risky and maybe even a little pathetic but Agnes didn't care in that moment; couldn't let her decision make her second guess herself and how badly she needed to show Vidal that she was meant to stay with her. She hovered over the Agents' body before making her way down in a familiar way she had done just hours ago when the room was darker and the light from the lamp casted a warmer glow. The detective heard Vidal suck in her breath as Agnes made contact with her skin; lips pressed against her as she kissed her way down starting from Vidal's neck.

Vidal could only listen to her body and what it wanted, what it craved. It craved Agnes; again and again. Over and over. It was like a disease; an addiction. She wanted to go and move on but she knew truly she could never; so tangled up in this mystery of this woman she was so determined to crack open. Maybe that was the agent in her or maybe, it was because she saw so many things on the borderline of being so in sync and so similar to herself it made her afraid.

Agnes, she realized as the detective made her way down and nipped at her hip bones, was exactly like her.

"Agnes..."

The detective quickly looked up at the agent and tried to read her face; tried to determine then and there if she was going to stay or not. The slightest head nod and curve of Vidal's lips gave Agnes the answer she had been hoping for. She bowed her head once more and continued until she got just below Vidal's navel; lifting her head back up and pulling her body away.

She wanted Vidal to chase and beg; wanted her to show and tell Agnes that yes, her choice was hers and she needed her and the decision to stay was final. She didn't need to leave and break off whatever it was they had now. Agnes needed it so badly as her gaze burned into Vidal's naked body that had been uncovered by the sheet seconds ago. They were both vulnerable and naked; both baring their souls and hearts out to one another. Agnes suddenly felt lightheaded as she sat back onto her legs and watched Vidal very, very closely.

A predator waiting to strike its prey; she watched closely what its next move would be.

Vidal moved from her spot in Agnes' bed; pulled herself up to her hands and knees and crawled towards Agnes. Her hand reached forward and gripped the base of Agnes' cock that was still set between her legs. She hadn't taken her harness off before falling asleep last night. Had told Vidal that she wanted her to feel her press up against her while they slept.

It was not lost on the agent that this was a part of Agnes she could not sever nor fully remove. This was how she saw herself and Vidal, understood Agnes completely.

A shaky breath pushed from Agnes' lips as she stared down and watched as Vidal stroked her off. Slow and precise her hand moved while Vidal, brought herself closer. Her lips made contact with Agnes' stomach as they kissed under her navel and out to the sides until she met her hip bone. Kisses turned soft bites and she felt Agnes push her hips towards Vidal's hand; a reaction to internal even Vidal didn't question it.

"...tell me what you need..."

Maybe they had both said it at the same time but it was a question that posed between them in both of their minds simultaneously. Agnes wanted to do whatever she could to keep Vidal here and Vidal, wanted to do whatever she could to show to Agnes that she wanted to be there.

They moved in tandem as Agnes' hand ran through Vidal's hair and Vidal, moved her head down to the base of Agnes' cock before her mouth made contact with the head. There was a unity they couldn't break; unspoken in their mutual understanding of one another even if they didn't recognize it right away.

The pang and twitch between Agnes' legs that shot up right through her clit and made her moan as she tugged a little harder on Vidal's hair. The heaviness in Vidal's throat and the saliva that pooled under her tongue made her moan as she took more of Agnes into her mouth. They were playing a game only they understood; something that had existed in them long ago that they couldn't place.

Vidal pulled herself away; unwound the fingers in her hair and released the silicone from inside of her mouth. She gasped loudly as she tried to catch her breath; looking up at Agnes with only what could be described as a look of desperation. Agnes felt that burning pit of desire in her lower abdomen only spark and grow higher, wilder.

Vidal reached forwards again and grabbed the base a second time. Her left hand came to join her right as she carefully removed the toy from its nest inside of the o-ring. She could cut the silence in the room with a knife and could sense the curiosity that burned inside of Agnes only growing with each passing second. She removed the toy fully and left Agnes bare with just the harness around her hips. They locked eyes for only a split second before Agnes gave the quick nod of her head and the outwards jut of her chin before she untucked her legs from underneath herself to lay back down onto her bed.

Agnes had at one point, thought Vidal to be too green to push herself in any which way that wasn't by the books. She had debated if she could even tap into the sort of things that filtered through Agnes' head; things she hadn't even dared to speak out loud. Such things, she had never said to anyone; no partners or hook-ups before. Thoughts and feelings and emotions that lived in the deepest, darkest parts of her mind that she barely touched.

Vidal got behind her and pressed herself up close; tangled her legs with Agnes' as she dropped her left hand over the woman's side so that she could reach up and cup her breast as she teased the toy between Agnes' legs at the same time. She held the base still as she used the head to trace around Agnes' labia and upwards to her clit. Sharp sucks of breath that sounded icy caught in Agnes' throat and Vidal, brought her face into the crook of Agnes' neck. Agnes pushed backwards while Vidal kissed and licked and sucked at Agnes' tender skin. The second Vidal bit down onto Agnes' earlobe was when she felt the different sensation of weight on the other end of the toy and realized, Agnes had grabbed the front of it and was guiding it into herself.

She was impatient; that was a fact that Vidal had learned very early on with working with the detective. Agnes wasn't one to sit on her hands and hope something would come along. Always the first to pounce, to move. She had to take a crack at things before anyone else even realized they could. She guided her own cock inside of herself and pressed back into Vidal; pressed hard until she could feel just how wet Vidal was as well on the back of her legs and against her ass. Vidal moaned into her ear as she kept her hand holding the base of the toy as well; didn't want to let go just because Agnes took the other half of the control they both so eagerly fought for.

"...that'sitAgnes...keepgoing...keepfuckingyourself...keepgoing..."

Up against her ear with the wetness of Vidal's breath against her, Agnes pressed herself back once more and tried her hardest to feel every inch of Vidal's hot and sweaty skin pressed to her own. It was a necessity of needing to absorb Vidal; become meshed so perfectly together she could feel the agent inside and out of herself. The silicone cock with their hands both holding the shaft and pumping it was merely an extension of what Agnes felt inside and the desire to have Vidal stay.

It was no longer just an extension of herself, Agnes came to realize as she tightened up her muscles around herself. She could feel the pressure building until it was close to spilling over the edge; her toes and fingers curling as they tried to hold onto something while her head pushed harder into Vidal's shoulder she was sure her bones would crack under the pressure. The phantom limb that made itself known and familiar to her was not hers any longer but theirs. This extension, transcended her own body in such a way that when Vidal used it, it had become hers, too.

Vidal's movements got harder and rougher; faster which caused Agnes' hand to go limp and fall off. She basically rolled over and Vidal followed until she was on top of her now with her hand reaching around Agnes waist to keep up the movements as she fucked her down into her mattress. Face pushed down and fingers gripping at the navy sheets, Agnes felt her eyes close and her mind clear and the sudden realization washed over her as her orgasm did that Vidal, was not going anywhere she wouldn't be.