Who: Agatha Timms and Fredrick Catchlove
What: Agatha gets what she wants? After some difficulty, of course! With sexy results!
Where: Fredrick's squeaky flat



Agatha decided a few days ago that she wanted to have sex.

With Fredrick, of course, but the thought occurred to her at work one day and she'd been rather obsessed with the idea since. Unsure as to why, but rather determined to make it happen, Agatha was glad she had a reason to go over to Fredrick's flat. Just the usual; bickering about some philosophy ideals, going on about her latest SETMAC project (gorillas! A protest of the showing of King Kong was definitely being planned), and, you know---the rather intoxicating snogging that had made her mind wander so often that she decided that it was time to make this new step in their relationship.

Not that she knew exactly how you got to this step (technically she did, but--), but Agatha figured it couldn't be too hard to manage.

She was on his couch right now, looking down into her uncharacteristically low-cut shirt. Brand new, actually, because her wardrobe consisted of shirts and high collared sweaters, so this was--she felt rather exposed with this on. Maybe that was why she couldn't take her eyes off of her, er---assets, while she waited for Fredrick to return. Really, she didn't know how women could walk around in public like this, with all of their---selves just out and about and---

Snapping to attention at the sounds of the floor creaking, Agatha leaned back into the couch, eyebrows high as Fredrick returned.

"You need new floors."

"What's wrong with my floors, woman?" Fredrick teased, rocking back and forth on his feet to make his floors squeak louder. "They're beautiful, warm wood--well, when they're not covered up by junk, anyway."

Fredrick had been trying to not look down Agatha's shirt all night. He didn't want her to be reminded of how disgusting he had come off the first time he met her, checking her out, giving her the once over at least a dozen times. "Are you going to start complaining about my couch next?" he asked, extending a mug filled to the brim with some hot cocoa he'd just finished making.

Agatha took the mug with a snooty expression, though she was pleasantly surprised with the drink. Now, she would play along with him, because while she knew little to nothing about sex and the things that led up to it, she knew for sure that pissing off your partner beforehand was a bad idea. Or, well--she'd heard about angry sex, but she really didn't want her first time to be something like that, and---

She pushed her back into the couch after she took a drink, and put the mug onto a side table. Now, to execute her plan.

"I actually enjoy your couch quite a lot," she said, eyebrows high in amusement, crossing her legs. Agatha rarely needed to be sexy or seductive, but she was feeling rather natural at the moment.

Fredrick eyed her legs and his face split into a huge grin. Was she trying to seduce him? She was trying to seduce him! That's why she'd be all 'blah blah blah I think this idea is wrong I should come over and argue about it' which led to him searching through his cabinets for something other then beer to for them to drink.

"I thought you hated the print?" He teased, wanting to make her suffer for as long as he could. He took a very tiny sip of his hot cocoa.

She really did hate it when things didn't go her way. She should've known it wouldn't be easy, because Fredrick was honestly the only person on the face of the Earth that could send all of her plans out the window and completely startle her and---make her realize she wasn't right.

But. She wanted the sex more than she wanted to be right. So Fredrick better not mess this up.

"It's grown on me."

Fredrick plopped down next to her, bouncing up and down on the couch a little, his hot chocolate pecariously spilling over the chipped edge of the mug.

"Aww," he cooed at her, batting his eyelashes. "It's almost like a metaphor for our relationship. An ugly print has grown on you."

Jesus, did he ever love drawing things out for her. The idea popped in his head that maybe it was some kind of foreplay, though that might have been because he found himself stealing a glance at her legs again.

Finally, he was in snogging distance. Now, how they'd get to the bedroom, she...hadn't exactly figured out yet, but perhaps that would be something that came naturally. At least, she was banking on it, because she sure as hell had no idea how it was going to happen.

As much as she scolded him for it, Agatha couldn't deny to herself that Fredrick looking at her in that way was actually a bit of a turn on. Because--well, she was making him excited, that--that was good, right?

"You're much uglier than your couch," she said, leaning forward with a great smirk.

Fredrick pouted at Agatha. If she kept on teasing him, he'd just tease her back until she couldn't stand it. It was one of his favourite games to play. "You don't seem to mind all the time," he murmmured. He leaned back away from her face.

His shoulders hunched over, he said, "Then I guess you don't want to snog. I made that hot chocolate for naught."

He really was going to make this that difficult. Agatha had such a good retort for that, one that would have probably made Fredrick rather put off with her, but she decided to hold it back for a later date. Who knew when she'd need the ammo.

But, right now. She wanted to snog, because that led to sex, and she wanted to have sex.

Shaking her head in a silent statement that she would let his teasing slid Agatha pushed forward and put her hands onto Fredrick's shoulders, hoping to start what would be a pre-shagging snog.

Fredrick did nothing, patiently, and made his hand stay by his side. His eyebrows rose so high that they would have disappeared behind his hairline if he didn't keep it so short. "Do-do you really like this shirt or something?" He asked innocently. "My mum bought it me for Christmas. Thought maybe the color didn't go with my skin, but you know..."

"Holy shit, Fredrick!" she let out, unable to control herself much longer. Agatha threw up her hands, but not without swatting his shoulders first, "I want to bloody shag, and you're sitting here like----"

Oh, hell, she just said that out loud, didn't she? Her face burnt a deep crimson and she looked away, though she didn't move much from her nearly on top of him position. As much as he annoyed, she still had a mission to accomplish.

He placed his hands on her hips, pushing them down onto his. A wide grin appeared on his face. "So that's why you demanded to come here out of the blue? Couldn't stand it any longer? Your skin just itching to get against mine?" He lowered his voice, the grin impossible to control now, and whispered, "How long have you been thinking about it?"

See. This is what she wanted. Agatha's heart began to thud wildly in her chest, and she smiled slyly, enjoying her new position on top of him. She hadn't exactly expected this kind of talk, unsure if she could even consider it as 'dirty,' but---it was more sex talk than she'd ever had with a boy, so this was good. Very good.

"I decided for sure a few days ago," she said honestly, leaning forward, "but--I've been thinking about it for a bit. Go on," her voice went lower as she kissed his cheek, "you're going to tease me, aren't you?"