<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Aggy-Closeup.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Agatha Dunwich<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Night, After Dinner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Agatha's House<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Onneca<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Agatha unsuccessfully stifled a snicker or two watching Onneca wiggle, shimmy and practically ooze along her bed.  It was a joy to watch her so happy and for the first time Agatha’s bed felt full and her room warm.  For the first time in what seemed like forever she felt home.  How Agatha ended up staring at Onneca’s dainty feet she wasn’t really sure, but they looked soft and fragile and ohhh so very ticklish.  She thought very much about wiggling her fingers along the graceful arch just to hear Onneca’s silvery laughter fill the suddenly quiet Gomorran night.   Onneca’s furtive smiles in the stillness were absolutely adorable and her hazel eyes would meet Agatha’s dancing green.  With each glance her smile would widen as her heart filled a little more with happiness.<br/><br/>“Unnatural feelings?  I don’t think anything about you is unnatural.” Agatha said softly watching the beautiful woman in her bed…in her bed…roll onto her stomach exposing the olive pads of her soles to the ever tempted fingers of the languishing redhead. Aggy had rolled to her side and propped her head up with her hand so she could watch the object of her desire explore the softness of the bed and the warm glow of the hardened maple.  Onneca’s gossamer nightgown was bunched from her movements to reveal supple olive calves, strong from kneeling and stooping to measure and fit, a lifetime making others beautiful when it was Onneca that was the true beauty of her shop.   Agatha’s eyes followed the line of the back of Onneca’s calves to the gentle mound who’s soft part was hinted at by the way her gown followed its pleasing contours.  Her vision slipped along the small of her back to the rippling black hair that fell across her shoulders.  Agatha’s gaze settled on the long slender digit tracing along the trunk that held some of the most intimate details of the young inventor.  She could almost feel the tip tracing over her as it did her secret box.<br/><br/>Agatha listened quietly, only taking her eyes off the hypnotic movements when she sensed Onneca looking at her again.  There was profound sympathy and understanding in her eyes.  While Onneca had come to California looking for the woman she loved, Agatha had been running for the memory of the woman she had lost.   Agatha’s eyes filled with tears, she had come here tonight to confess her feelings to Onneca and for the briefest of moments she felt as if Onneca was to do the same.  The smile that had begun to grow on her face grew confused and faded.<br/><br/><em>‘No..nonono.’ </em>She thought, shaking her head, sending little coils of copper locks bobbing about her face and shoulders.  “No, not married.  Never married.” She said quickly and stopped stunned in surprise.  “I…don’t…I…that is to say…um.  I lost someone too.”  Agatha said finally not sure where to start. “I thought that maybe I wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone if people thought…that I...” She shook her head again trying to start over.  “I do not wish to share my bed with a man.” She spoke the words softly.<br/><br/>For a moment Agatha was quiet and brushed away the hair from her eyes so that she could look at the woman she had fallen in love with.  “Oh, Onneca.  Why do you think I come to your bodega each day? I can sew a stitch, you know.” She admitted with an exasperated laugh at herself.  Agatha was sure she sounded a fool.  She pulled her legs up breaking their circle and laid down on her stomach, their shoulders close enough to touch.  Tentatively Agatha extended her hand to brush back a lock of Onneca’s hair wanting to hold her so badly.  “I have fallen in love with you Onny and I have been so afraid to tell you.”  Her eyes drifted from the lock of hair to her love’s eyes.  There, it was out and she couldn’t pull it back in or tuck it away or deny it any more.  “You don’t have to join the Collegium to be close to me.  All you have to do is ask.”<br/>