If We Were Alone Right Now, What Would You Do To Me? (Matteo, For Aggie! Sorry Hes Being So Mean )

❛  if we were alone right now, what would you do to me?  ❜ (Matteo, for Aggie! Sorry he’s being so mean 😭)

his question makes her breath hitch in her throat, her gaze flickering up to his after the words leave his mouth. she feels heat rise to her features and she swallows, her heart fluttering against her ribs. " i— i-i don't know, father. " she whispers and it's a lie. agatha knows what she would do, she's seen it in her dreams, she's seen it in her mind when it wanders. she always assumed that was all where it would stay: in her mind. it's for her eyes only, after all. there... there's no way she has any chance of anything with father matteo. nothing outside of friendship, at least. agatha would be fine with that if she didn't have feelings for him, and if not for the things he has said, the glances cast in her direction, she would've assumed he saw her only as a friend, too.

the faerie glances away, fidgeting, picking at a loose thread dangling from the strap of her denim bag. " i—... " she swallows again and dares to look back up at father matteo. " i-i would reach up a-and grab a fistful of your shirt and i— i-i'd p-pull you down and kiss you. m-my other hand w-would come up and cup your jaw as i p-pulled you closer s-s-so o-our bodies are touching, then i-i'd take your hand and— a-and i'd guide it to w-where i wanted you to t-touch me. i-i'd ask you to sit and i'd climb onto your lap, a-and... " agatha may seem innocent, but her thoughts regarding him are the complete opposite. with how close he is, can he hear how much and how hard her heart pounds against her ribs. can he feel the heat radiating off of her body? " ...and i'm n-not s-sure i can continue, father. "

“Oi, Aggie. No more cats. Ya have enough already.”

" aw, l-look at you! what a pretty little baby you are, yes y-you're such a precious sweetie pie! " she's all smiles as she squats down to pet the cat that happened to cross their path as they two are heading home. no collar, her coat is pretty dirty and she's on the thin side. the faerie takes it to mean no one is caring for the cat, though she's certainly affectionate enough. maybe she's used to people to some degree? maybe she could— ah. shiro seems to have noticed that might be agatha's intention.

" oh, b-but look at her! isn't she just adorable? th-the others will like her, i'm sure, a-and it'd benefit her if someone could r-really take care of her! oh, pretty please, shiro? p-pretty please with cherries on top? " don't make her pout and bat her lashes, shiro.

logging on to say i've given soryn a last name finally. it's marwood. okay bye, i'm going back to the sims

i used to think character playlists were songs the character would listen to

Plum sets down a cake near the faerie. "Happy birthday Aggie~!"

she steps through the front door, sighing now that she's home. she hangs up her denim jacket, her keys, kicks off her shoes and sets her bag on the couch. today was such a busy day that she completely forgot it was her birthday. agatha had no idea if plum was even planning anything! it seems he did, though, and she blinks in surprise at the cake as it's set down near her. it's decorated so prettily! " oh, plum, i-i completely forgot that it was my birthday. " agatha admits with a sheepish laugh, a hand coming up to rub her neck.

" i-it looks so good, though. i can't w-wait to try it. " she looks to plum, smiling, leaning in to kiss his temple. " h-how about we have a piece of it now? "

logging on to say i've given soryn a last name finally. it's marwood. okay bye, i'm going back to the sims