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Eve had dressed in loose pajama pants and a tank top. The towel she had on was too revealing and too much of a temptation for both herself and Villanelle. She along the arm of the opposite side of the couch, her feet planted against the cushions. Brushing through her tangled, damp curls, Eve looked at Villanelle expectantly.
“I loved school.” Villanelle began. “Well, mostly. I think I really just loved my language teacher.”
Eve’s brows furrowed. There was something about the way that Villanelle spoke that made her feel just a little bit… jealous.
“She knew I needed extra attention, not because I was not smart but because I was not,” Villanelle searched for the right word, “ loved , I think. I’m Russian. We are not coddled as children, but instead taught to be independent thinkers.” Villanelle pulled her feet under her bum, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible while telling Eve the most un comfortable parts of her life story.
“And I think there was a part of her that was not loved either. I played a bit on her emotions, I will admit. She taught Spanish, English, German and French, and I found myself absolutely enamored with all things French. The language, the food, the customs.
“She offered private lessons to all of her students, but I knew I was special. It got to the point that she invited me to take extra lessons at her home on weekends. Weekends turned into weekdays as well. Her husband would cook dinner for us. He was nice enough, but there was something about his smile.” Villanelle made a vague gesture toward her own face. “It never quite reached his eyes. Anyway, it started to make sense when I noticed the dark bruises around her wrists, sides of her neck. One night, when he was working late, she finally confided in me that he was jealous of how much time we had been spending together. That was the first time we made love.”
Eve’s brows raised. “How old were you?”
“Sixteen.”
“You were a child.”
“Not according to Russian law.” Villanelle shrugged a shoulder. “Besides, I seduced her.” She actually looked a bit proud of that fact.
“But you were a child.” Eve repeated.
The blonde leaned forward, telling her, “Eve, you are a terrible listener.”
Eve put her hands up in surrender. “Sorry.”
“For two years, we had an affair. On the night of graduation, she told me she wanted to leave him. We were going to run away to Paris together and we made a plan to meet at the airport an hour after the graduation ceremony. I got to the airport, called her many times. No answer. I figured she got cold feet, so I went to her house to try to convince her to come with me, and when I got there, she was dead.”
Eve’s hand flew to her mouth in an attempt to cover her shock.
“Her husband was standing over her body. He choked her to death. Literally killed her with his bare hands. And when he saw me, his rage did not subside. He started screaming at me how I was responsible for this, how her blood was on my hands. Chased me down, caught me in the kitchen. Really it is all a blur from there.”
“Villanelle.” Eve said softly. When the younger woman looked up at her, Eve sighed. Despite herself, Eve stepped onto the couch and crawled across the expanse of it until she reached Villanelle. Sitting beside her, Eve pulled her close, one arm around Villanelle’s shoulders. “Tell me what happened.”
Villanelle rested her head on Eve’s shoulder and took a deep breath. “I remember reaching for a knife when he grabbed my hair and shoved me against the counter. ‘You get off on fucking married people?’, he said. He pushed me over and I felt… it.” Villanelle stopped, her voice shaking. She swallowed audibly and then continued, “Then I heard his pants unbuckling. I strained to grab a knife and just as he was pulling my dress up, I reached it. Next thing I know, he’s yelling in pain. He let my hair go. I yanked the knife out, turned around and plunged it back into his thigh. When he fell to the ground, I slit his throat. Then cut it off.”
“You castrated him?”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you.” Eve stroked the soft hairs at Villanelle’s temple. Moments past before she asked, “What was her name?”
Villanelle cleared her throat and surreptitiously wiped her eyes before sitting up. She sat the glass back onto the coffee table and stood from the couch, trying to put distance between herself and Eve. This was the problem: she was weak around Eve. They would not have had this conversation if Villanelle had simply walked in the opposite direction of Eve the moment she stepped foot into the club.
But as it were, she’d set forth these series of events by pulling Eve so deeply into her world that now it was impossible for either of them to live without the other.
Villanelle went to the window and pulled back the curtains a fraction, just enough to see outside. “Anna.” She finally replied. “Her name was Anna.”
“What happened after you castrated him?”
“I went to jail. Do you know what prison is like in Russia?” When Eve didn’t answer, Villanelle told her, “It is dark. Dank. Disgusting.”
“Did Anna’s husband survive?”
“Not long enough to testify.”
“What happened to him?”
Villanelle crossed her arms over her chest and turned back to Eve. “Something tells me Konstantin had something to do with that. He never speaks about it though.”
“Wait. Konstantin? Your driver?”
Villanelle smirked. “Who did you think I worked for? A secret organization of assassins?”
Well, now that she mentioned it…
“Who does Konstantin work for?”
“Oh, no. I am not doing your work for you, Eve Polastri. I have already said too much anyway.”
“You haven’t said anything! How did you start doing what you do now?”
“Uh,” Villanelle blew air out of her mouth and shook her head, “Konstantin got me out of prison.”
“How?”
“I never asked. I was out of that hellhole, but I was indebted to him. He asked me if I wanted to make a lot of money by getting rid of men like Maxi.”
“Anna’s husband?”
Villanelle nodded. “I was still hurt and I was running on anger, so I agreed. And here we are.”
“Here we are.” Eve remarked.
“What are you going to do with me now, Eve?”
“I don’t know.”
“If you turn me in, you’ll never see me again.”
“And if I don’t, I’ll live my life always looking over my shoulder. Always trying to stay one step ahead of Carolyn.”
“Not if I stop.” Villanelle’s tone was earnest, almost pleading as she walked back to Eve. She sat on the coffee table in front of the older woman and took her hands.
“How?”
“I don’t know.” Villanelle responded, honestly. “We can move. I heard Alaska will pay you to live there.”
“Konstantin will find you.”
“I am no longer indebted to him, Eve. He will understand.”
“So, why do you kill people now?”
“I told you. Because I am good at it. These are terrible people. And it has afforded me with the lifestyle that I have become accustomed to.”
Villanelle dropped to her knees for the second time that night and looked up at Eve. “I am not asking you to make a decision tonight. I know there is much for you to think about. Just promise me you will .”
Villanelle was confident that Eve wouldn’t turn her in. Over the last couple of months, Eve and Villanelle had developed a bond that was both inexplicable and unbreakable. It was clear in the way Eve cared for Villanelle even after finding out she was capable of murder. Villanelle didn’t like to admit her feelings very often, but she felt things when she was with Eve. Feelings that she had only felt one other time in her life. Eve was hers, plain and simple.
For Eve, she had never felt the way she did with Villanelle. Not even with her ex-husband, Niko. She felt obsessive and possessive over Villanelle, and was completely enamored with her. Not to mention the woman could light a fire inside of her with just one look. It was something that Niko had never quite mastered, no matter how many hints Eve threw his way. Villanelle was unique, and Eve liked who she was with Villanelle.
Eve nodded. “I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you.” Villanelle murmured, voice soft. Her thumbs caressed the back of Eve’s hands and she rose onto her knees to kiss Eve’s right cheek. Then the left. Her forehead. Nose. And when her lips brushed Eve’s, she felt the shuddering breath that the brunette let out. She remained there, waiting for Eve to lean forward.
“We shouldn’t.” Eve whispered, hands moving to either side of Villanelle’s face. She pressed her forehead against Villanelle’s.
“I know.”
“It just confuses everything.”
“I know.” Villanelle repeated, eyes wide and watery like a puppy dog. Eve groaned softly pulling Villanelle toward her, their lips colliding. Villanelle moaned into Eve’s mouth, surprised that Eve had given in. She lurched forward, effectively maneuvering Eve onto her back. They kissed frantically as they tried as best they could to remove articles of clothing from one another. Shirts went quickly, followed by Eve’s loose pajama bottoms and Villanelle kissed down her naked body to finish what she’d started in the bedroom.
She lifted Eve’s right leg onto her shoulder and went to work. Her tongue slid through Eve’s wet folds and they both sighed with relief. Eve pinched her own nipples and spread her legs as wide as she could on the couch.
She knew what Villanelle was trying to do; the blonde was attempting to fuck her into submission.
And Eve was going to allow it.
“ Yes! Just like that! ” She moaned as Villanelle flicked her tongue around Eve’s clit before sucking softly.
Fucking Villanelle . She was so so good at this.
Sex.
Fucking.
But if Eve was going to completely destroy her career, her life, for this woman, was it worth it? Was good sex with a smoking hot blonde enough ?
Villanelle pulled her mouth away from Eve’s pussy, kissing back up her body. Eve tugged Villanelle to her and kissed her soundly, tasting herself on Villanelle’s tongue. She groaned into Villanelle’s mouth and squirmed against the blonde.
“Bedroom.” She told her younger counterpart. Without a word, Villanelle sat up, pulling Eve with her. Arms and legs wrapped around the blonde, Eve chuckled as she was lifted up and off of the couch and carried to the bedroom. Villanelle lie her in the center of the queen-sized bed and then removed the rest of her own clothes. Skin against skin; Villanelle bit her bottom lip and ran her hands up Eve’s legs and down her thighs.
“The things I’m going to do to you.” She promised.
Eve was never a fan of missionary. She now knew it was because she had never experienced it the way she did with Villanelle. Knees spread, ankles clasped behind Villanelle’s back and the blonde’s warm weight atop hers, Eve nearly sobbed at how good it felt when Villanelle’s pussy slid against hers. And the earnest way Villanelle gazed at her was unnerving.
Villanelle felt things for Eve, and she was trying to tell her. But the words were garbled and came out as whispered pleas and loud cries of passion. Clit to clit and heart against heart, the two lovers used their bodies to bring the other to their peaks.
But something was different. Eve was aware of it. And Villanelle couldn’t deny it either.
Their rhythm was slow and in sync. There was no rush. No impatience. Villanelle circled her hips once. Twice. A third time and Eve called out her name, nails dragging along the drenched skin of her back.
“Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.” Eve whispered. She half expected Villanelle to stop right there. To remind her that she had to ask politely for her orgasm.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she ground down harder and told Eve, “Come for me. I just want to make you feel good.”
This wasn’t fucking.
Before Eve had simply let Villanelle fuck her. And spank her. And torture her until she thought she would never get to come again.
No, this wasn’t the same. This was lovemaking. And as Eve reached its crescendo, she could quite literally feel the doubt leave her mind and the tension leave her body. Skin prickling, pussy creaming and eyes blinded by stars, Eve nearly lost consciousness when she heard, “Fuck, I love you” spill from Villanelle’s lips.
Her eyes rolled upwards. Her back arched and the nails against Villanelle’s back drew blood to the surface as Eve came.
6:43AM
They had finally exhausted themselves. The sun was rising and Eve knew Carolyn would be knocked on her door soon. She lay on top of Villanelle. Sometime during their lovemaking, they wound up on the floor and only now were they realizing it.
Eve looked down at her as Villanelle massaged her lazily. “You are going to have terrible rug burn on your bottom.”
“And you are going to have it on your knees.”
Eve smacked her arm softly. “That’s not funny.”
“Hey!” Villanelle smacked Eve’s ass and smirked when it had the opposite effect than she wanted. “You are insatiable, Eve.”
“It’s your fault.”
She looked pleased with herself as she reached up and tucked Eve’s hair behind her ear. “Yes. It is, isn’t it?”
Eve nodded, her smile fading ever so slowly.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Did you mean what you said when you—.. you know?”
“You can say ‘orgasmed’, Eve. Or came. Or squirted because, really, that last time— wow .” Villanelle teased until Eve hid her face between Villanelle’s neck and shoulder.
“And yes. For the record, I did mean it. I love you, Eve. I think I have ever since you left The Vault”
“How is that possible if it started as a game to you?”
“It was not a game to me. I told you, I had no intention of dominating you inside of it. I figured you would be scared off the second you saw it, but you weren’t. Then you looked at me with those fucking kiss me eyes and I just couldn’t stop myself.” She continued to stroke Eve’s back.
Eve‘s head shot up. “I did not give you ‘kiss me eyes’!”
“You did. You wanted to command an audience, but all you did was command me . Now look at me: talking about my feelings . You made me soft, Eve.”
“You, Villanelle Astankova, were always soft.” Eve told her.
“You realize I have to kill you now.”
Eve lifted her head up, and pointed a finger at Villanelle in warning. “Too soon.”
“I am sorry.” Villanelle kissed the finger before taking it into her mouth. Eve watched with peaked interest as her tongue swirled around the digit. “Let me make it up to you.”
“How are you going to do that?” Eve squealed as Villanelle flipped them over without warning and kissed her neck.
“Haven’t you had enough?”
“No matter how often I have you, I somehow always want you. For breakfast, lunch and dinner.” Villanelle told her, and Eve could tell she meant every word. “I could get drunk on the taste of you, alone. I love you, Eve Polastri.”
“I love you too.”