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You have seen her a lot. She was riding her bike down the street, was gone for five hours and then rode back to her house. You didn’t know what she was doing, you just watched her long brown hair fly in the wind and the flowers in her basket.
She always had a bright smile on her rose lips and waved at bypassers.
Sometimes you even heard Agnes’ bright voice chirping a “hello” or “good day”. It always brought a smile on your face.
It wasn’t like you have been watching her, secretly hoping there would be an occasion where you’d meet her. But when Dottie asked you to join their meeting, you couldn’t say no, knowing she would be there. You also forgot what the meeting was about, maybe talking about the latest fashion, or chatting about men.
That you couldn’t gossip about. Men have never interested you, but what wouldn’t you do to see Agnes?
When the day finally came, you didn’t know what to wear, you spent hours doing your hair and makeup only to change it at the last second. You settled for a typical 70s crop top with the wide sleeves and tied it together at the front.
Unsure about the pants, you chose your favourite flared jeans and put on your go-go boots.
As the bell rang, you quickly brushed your hair, put on lip gloss and ran to the door.
Expecting Dottie to pick you up, you instead found Agnes with her bright smile and sparkling eyes.
“Hello, honey!” She chirped and looked you up and down. Suddenly, you wanted to change again.
She was wearing her black long-sleeved top and a skirt with the black and brown patterned skirt, which reached down to her knees.
You were unsure if you were showing too much skin, if you looked graceless.
“Did I leave the oven on, or is that just you, hot stuff?” She joked and held out her arm.
Taken aback, you stared at her for a moment before you snapped out of your thoughts and took her arm.
“I was unsure about what to wear”, you admitted as you left your porch.
“Oh nonsense. You look absolutely stunning. As if you just left an ABBA concert.” Her smile made you almost trip over your own feet.
“You know ABBA?”, she asked in a more serious tone and looked at you.
“Of course I do!” You responded, maybe a little too energetic. “I love their music”, you grinned.
“Good girl”, she beamed and stroked your cheek.
“Now”, she paused, “do you have a bike?”
“A bike?”
“A bike.”, she walked up to her Tiffany blue bike and rang the bell. “So we can join Dottie and the girls.”
“I do not”, you said, “but I can walk. You also don’t have to wait for me, I know where the meeting is.”
Agnes stopped and looked at you, her face was neutral, no expression about what she was thinking.
She walked up to you and put her arms around your waist.
“Hop on”, she said and let go. “I can carry both of us.”
What was she doing to you?
She just checked if you fit on the bike and yet your stomach was filled with butterflies and your hands felt as if you touched pure electricity.
“Dottie hates it when we’re late.” She grinned and nodded toward her bike.
You watched as she elegantly sat on her bike and adjusted herself.
“My lap or the bicycle rack”, she grinned.
You quickly walked up to the bike, not knowing where to go and not wanting to invade her private space, you sat on the rack, holding onto the saddle.
“You’re going to fall off, darling.”, she gave you a soft smile, took your hands in her own warm ones and put them on her waist.
“I’m not made out of glass, hold on tight, okay?”
Your thoughts were everywhere but here, so you accidentally let out a small scream and grabbed onto Agnes’ waist.
“That’s right”, she yelled against the wind, as your body perfectly fit onto hers like a puzzle piece.
After a while, you finally gained the courage to open your eyes and realized the beauty of Westview.
The baby blue sky had barely any clouds, one or two which looked like a teddy bear and a bird.
The sun was shining on your soft skin, even with the wind in your hair, you weren’t cold but comfortable.
You saw birds flying by, Agnes greeting people who drove by and wondered if this was a dream.
You wondered if this was real, as if it was straight from a TV show or if this really was your own life.
You, holding onto the most beautiful woman and her humming silently, as if she didn’t want to be heard.
You didn’t recognize the song, but wished to know more about her interests.
The bike came to a stop and with shaking legs you jumped off, smiling at Agnes.
“See? It wasn’t that bad”, she tapped you on the nose and entered Dottie’s backyard.
“Agnes, I see you’re late.” The blonde said, eyeing you. “Did she cause any trouble?”
Slightly offended at the woman’s sharp ‘she’ you rolled your eyes.
“What y/n here? Of course she didn’t!”
“You’re still”, she looked at the clock, “Eight minutes late. I knew I should’ve picked you up but friendly Agnes here”, she waved toward the brunette, “insisted on taking you.”
Not knowing how to react to this information, you simply sat down and grabbed a drink.
“I knew this would come”, Agnes whispered, causing you to flinch, “I don’t know why she thinks she’s so important.”
The brunette took your glass and drank from it.
As she handed it back to you, you noticed light lipstick stains.
They weren’t visible, just a light shade of rose, you didn’t mind.
“How is anyone doing this sober”, she sighed and took your drink again, earning a furious stare from Dottie.
Hours seemed to go by, you didn’t know why you were here, you didn’t even want children - or a man. Yet still something kept you.
Something being a tipsy brunette with beautiful hair and a mesmerizing smile.
I just want to go, you thought, away from Dottie, away from those women.
Except her.
Why can’t I be alone with her? She seems so interesting, she talks a lot, but never about herself or what interests her.
You can’t help but wonder about Agnes.
Was she married? Did she have kids? Married to a man or-
No. Not every woman you fall in love with, is a sapphic. But she could be?
You’ve never seen a husband, or ring on her finger.
Boyfriend? Girlfriend?
“We should go”, Agnes whispered and interrupted your train of thoughts. “I want to get away from Dottie, and basically everyone else. But you.”
For a second, you thought she read your mind, as if she knew you wanted to get away as fast as possible.
“My dear”, she directed her attention toward Dottie. You didn’t like that. You didn’t like Agnes calling other people ‘dear’.
“My darling y/n here forgot to feed her cat. Can you believe it? That poor little thing. We should go and look if she’s okay.”
“Right”, you nodded and for a second, were scared if you forgot to feed Andromeda. How did Agnes know you had a cat?
“Alright. If you have any questions regarding today please phone me-”
Dottie couldn’t finish her sentence, as Agnes grabbed your hand, drank the rest of the champagne and ran off.
“See ya!”, you yelled with an apologetic smile which was soon overcome by giggling. “What are you doing?”, you asked as she came to a stop, still holding your cold hands.
“I was bored”, she laughed and hopped onto her bike, tapping on the rack, signalizing you to hop on.
“Where to?”, remembering the fear but fun you felt, when you were clinging onto the woman.
She grinned and held your face, “surprise.”
As you were told, you inelegantly climbed onto the blue bike and grabbed her waist again.
“That’s a good girl”, she touched your hands lightly and began driving.
Again, Agnes started humming a melody which you didn’t know, but enjoyed.
The sky was getting darker on one side, you saw, but more colorful on the other.
Luckily, you drove into the direction of the golden sun, which melted into a beautiful orange. The clouds had a light pink shimmer and the air got colder.
“Come on, dear, or it gets too dark”, Agnes smiled as you came to a stop. You quickly jumped off the bike, just to fall and land in her arms.
“No need to rush, though.”
You felt as you looked into her electric blue eyes a little too long, so you quickly got free of her arms and looked to the ground.
She seemed just as confused as you, when she shook her head and walked up to her door.
When you stepped in, you didn’t expect this dark house with muted and dull colors. It doesn’t seem like Agnes. Not at all. She seemed like a sunrise, like golden clouds and soft waves in the ocean. Like a colorful meadow in late spring, filled with flowers and bees, she felt like chirping birds, which gently woke you up in the morning.
Like coffee with more milk and sugar than actual coffee. Like the baby blue record player in your own house.
Then again, you didn’t know her. She could be hiding so many things from you and everyone. She could have a body in her basement and no one would notice.
But she still felt like a warm summer breeze, like a gentle perfume which smelled like roses and fruit.
Like a fruit salad with a lot of strawberries. Like a warm candle with a distinctive scent you can’t quite describe. Soft. She felt soft and fragile.
“Can you hold him?”, Agnes interrupted your thoughts and handed you a bunny. Ironic how it fit her. A cat might be great company as well but a rabbit seems more like the Agnes you know, or thought you know.
“Don’t get lost in that little head of yours, darling”, she smiled and put her hand on your back. In the other hand, she carried a picnic basket and you heard wine glasses clinking.
You wondered how fast she was able to pack all this, as if it was prepared, or put together by magic. She truly was magical.
“This time, it has to be my lap”, she took Senor Scratchy, as she called him, and put him in the basket of her bike, the picnic basket was secured on the bike rack.
“I won’t let you fall, I promise.”
You didn’t know why or how these words calmed you down, but you slowly climbed on the bike, sitting as far away from her as possible - on one saddle.
“Alrighty”, she said, a hint of concern in her voice, as she started driving. Out of habit, she put one hand around your waist, securing you and holding you tight to herself
Agnes must’ve noticed how your hands cramped around the handlebars.
“See? You’re safe with me.”
You nodded quickly, not wanting to look up from the road.
Again, her body fits onto yours and you watched her legs going up and down on the pedals. Her warmth comforted you enough to open your eyes.
The sun was deep gold now, almost orange. The sky had streaks of red, pink and purple. Birds were chirping in the distance.
Your breath stopped as you saw the big blue lake shimmering with the mesmerizing colors of the late summer sky above you. Swans were swimming through the pink water, ducks were sitting by the shore and you were certain you heard a few frogs sing in the distance.
“Don’t fall from the bike again, honey”, Agnes joked as you came to a stop. “Fall for me instead”, she smirked and you quickly got off.
Fall… for her? She said it as if it was hard.
“Will you carry Scratchy? Oh, and make sure you pet him, he doesn’t like being held but not pet.” You carefully took the bunny and Agnes bent down to give him a kiss, her eyes meeting yours once again. “That little diva”, she added and took the basket.
You admired the late and its’ colorful play, you didn’t even notice how fast Agnes had set up the whole picnic.
“Surprise!”, she covered your eyes, but you could hear her excited smile. Agnes guided you up to the small hill her surprise was on. You had to giggle as she had to walk faster since she was smaller than you.
“You know you need to uncover my eyes so I can see your surprise.” You joked and she took her soft hands off your face.
To be honest, you enjoyed her holding your cheeks, it felt comforting.
“Surprise!”, she exclaimed and jumped up and down.
“Oh it’s perfect!”, you beamed. “You really thought about everything, did you?”
“Red wine?” She asked.
“As if you read my mind”, you grinned and sat down on the soft blanket, putting Senor Scratchy next to you. Unexpectedly, he stayed there and just ate a little grass.
“It’s really beautiful, thank you.”
“Ah no biggie”, Agatha waved, “much better than Dottie. Just us.”
Not interpreting too much, since you were on your second glass already, you noticed a slight pink shimmer on her cheeks. A wave of shyness seemed to have washed over her as she hesitantly took the food, her eyes fixated on you. But not your eyes, either your necklace or Senor Scratchy.
“It’s really nice here”, you said, resting one hand on her thigh. There it was, the rosy shimmer which complimented her beautiful lips.
A sudden shiver rushed over you and you cramped together. The sun almost drowned in the lake and the sky looked like dark blue satin and the first stars were showing.
“It’s so beautiful”, you sighed.
“It really is.”
You felt Agnes scoot over to you and put a jacket on your shoulders.
“Aren’t you cold?”
“Don’t worry about me”, she smiled and closed the jacket, slowly.
Her eyes mesmerized by the zipper until she looked up and focused on your slightly parted lips.
“Just us”, she whispered again. Her eyes met yours. You didn’t break the gaze, didn’t dare to break it.
Just us. You repeated in your head. Three glasses of wine and just us.
You didn’t know where to put your hands; they were cold and shaking. Shaking, but not from fear, rather from excitement.
“I won’t let you fall”, she breathed. It was a mere whisper, supposed to be unheard by you, by the swan, by the frogs and stars.
She told the moon, she promised the moon.
Hesitantly, her hands slowly cupped your cheeks, her soft thumb brushing over them.
Longing.
Yearning.
She came closer until you felt her hot breath on your nose. You smelled the wine, the strawberries she ate, the desire she had.
Neither you or the woman in front of you wanted to move, were holding onto the delicate moment of intimacy without your lips touching.
“I won’t hurt you”, she whispered as you stared at her eyes filled with nothing but endearment.
You didn’t know where to put your hands; they were warm and calm. She held them in hers, keeping you steady.
You closed your eyes, not ready, not wanting to wait either. Her lips were no surprise, as you felt you knew them. As you felt you have kissed them before.
She was warm, her lips parting as she deepened the kiss. She brushed from your chin up to your burning cheek, cooling it with her gentle touch.
“I can be good.” Your lips parted but you weren’t ready to go, you weren’t ready to crumble without her touch. Agnes seemed to notice, bringing you hands up to her chest, feeling her fast heartbeat.
“I know.” you whispered as her forehead rested on yours. In that moment you and her both knew, she wouldn’t let you go.