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Pile o' Bones
“You know,” Agatha said, returning to the bedroom after she left to retrieve a washcloth and a bowl of soapy water, “usually when somebody has been fucked as good as you have, they say that they’re boneless…”
Rio couldn’t say that she was boneless, but she could say that she was very satisfied – even though she was currently just a pile of bones in the middle of their bed, slowly coming back to herself after whatever the hell that just was.
“Baby,” she said, “you’re lucky I’m still here at all and not just a pile of bone dust.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it,” Agatha snorted, sitting gently on the bed next to the pile of her wife, placing the bowl of warm water on the bedside table. “This is all skill, baby. Years of practice.”
She picked up Rio’s skull and carefully wiped the top of it, watching as the eye sockets squinted, like Rio was closing her non-existent eyes in relief.
“This is very dramatic, though,” Agatha murmured with a snort, pressing a kiss to Rio’s forehead before she placed the skull down and reached for the next piece of her body.
“I literally cannot control it,” Rio swore. “You made me lose control of my powers.”
“Ooh,” Agatha hummed, “I didn’t know I was that talented.”
“Don’t get a big head about it,” Rio’s disembodied voice said above her. “I’ll put myself back together…eventually.”
Agatha laughed at that as she continued to wipe down each and every one of her wife’s bones with the gentle stroke of her washcloth.