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She walks into the bedroom and finds it empty.
Looking over to the bathroom, the door is ajar and she can now hear the quiet sounds of her wife humming to herself.
“Baby, are you ready yet?” she calls out, walking over to the doorway and finding Villanelle in the midst of putting on her mascara.
“Almost, babe,” Villanelle replies, leveling her gaze to meet Eve’s in the mirror. A lopsided grin pulls at her lips. “Hi.”
“Hi yourself,” she replies, folding her arms across her chest as her stare wanders over her wife. “You look insanely beautiful.”
A faint pink tinges Villanelle’s cheeks at her compliment. “And you’re gorgeous,” she smoothly replies. “Are we running late?” Villanelle distractedly asks her as she starts to browse over her selection of lipsticks.
She shakes her head, giving Villanelle a reassuring smile when she glances up at her. “No, we still have plenty of time before our Uber gets here.”
Looking over from her perusal, Villanelle throws her a teasing smirk. “Wanna make out on the bed and grope each other a little then?”
She laughs at the suggestion, glaring playfully at her wife. “As tempting as that is, you know it will not just stop at a ‘little’ groping.” Eve pushes off the doorway, walking closer until she's standing right behind Villanelle. “Not when it's us,” she softly murmurs, wrapping her arms around Villanelle’s waist as she rests her chin on Villanelle’s shoulder.
Villanelle hums quietly, a dreamy smile on her lips as she leans back into Eve’s embrace. “That's very true.” Her head turns, gently nuzzling her nose to Eve’s cheek. “I just can't get enough of you.”
She sighs at the soft whisper of her wife’s words, her heart fluttering at the way Villanelle’s eyes slowly close, her face filled with nothing but peace and contentment. Eve is struck once again with the heart-twisting realization of just how deeply she loves her. “Will you ever?”
Hazel eyes slowly open to meet hers, thoughtful as they stare back. She then turns around, staying within the circle of Eve’s arms before placing her hands on Eve’s shoulders, thumbs brushing gently on either side of her neck.
She waits patiently as Villanelle lets out a slow, deep breath. “I still get butterflies every time you smile at me. Like it's the first time I’m seeing you, all over again.”
Speechless, Eve ducks her head down as a blush so hot and fierce spreads across her cheeks. It never fails to amaze her just how Villanelle can so easily disarm her like this, with an earnest smile and an even sweeter sentiment. And Villanelle never seems to expect her to say anything back, as if she's more than happy to have Eve hear her say these things to her and to be able to see Eve accept them too.
So instead she gestures towards the array of lipsticks behind Villanelle. “Can I?”
Her answer comes in the form of Villanelle’s silent nod, pushing herself to sit up on the counter beside the sink as Eve moves to stand between her legs, looking over her options. But it’s all pretense really. She already knows exactly which one she wants to put on Villanelle, a shimmering bright red thing that will have Eve looking nowhere else but on Villanelle’s mouth for the entire night.
It has always been one of her favorites.
“Ready?” she asks, uncapping the lipstick.
Her heart skips a beat, watching as Villanelle wordlessly tips her head back. Eve’s gaze lowers to Villanelle’s pouting lips, so full and pink and absolutely begging to be kissed. She catches Villanelle’s eyes and Eve knows in that moment that her wife is extremely aware of what she's doing. Even more so when she places her hands low on Eve’s waist, giving it a firm squeeze.
With a shaky sigh, Eve places a gentle hand to Villanelle’s warm cheek, her thumb resting over her wife’s chin, and with thankfully steady hands, she starts to apply the first coat. Jealousy burns irrationally in the pit of her belly at how the lipstick so intimately sweeps and lingers red over Villanelle’s mouth in the way that she so desperately wants to.
But somehow, Eve pushes through until she’s finished with her task, returning the cap to the tube of lipstick.
“All done, darling,” she whispers, placing the cosmetic back next to the sink before returning her gaze to meet her wife’s eyes, doing her absolute best not to lower it.
“Thank you,” Villanelle just as softly replies, her eyes staring so intensely back but then she suddenly breathes out a distressed sigh.
Concerned by the soft noise, she frowns. “What’s wrong?”
Villanelle sighs once again. “You’re going to have to do it again.”
“What?” She shakes her head, still unclear as to what her wife is trying to tell her. She checks over Villanelle’s painted lips, perfectly sinful and shimmering red, but can’t seem to find what it is that Villanelle sees wrong with it.
Villanelle then gives her a look before leaning up to kiss her.
Oh.
Soft, pliant lips move effortlessly over hers and Eve welcomes them, responding with her own keen intention. Her palms are warm on Villanelle’s legs as they circle around her hips, pulling her closer— so close that she can so easily feel the pressing heat of her. She moans against Villanelle’s lips, her own mouth parting to deepen their kiss further as her hands steadily climb up Villanelle’s thighs only to freeze at the near-violent buzzing of a phone.
When they pull apart with a reluctant sigh, Eve can't help but see the absolutely heart-stopping mess she has made now of Villanelle’s lipstick. Eve can’t imagine the smear of red that's more than likely on her own lips now too.
“Think that's our driver telling us that he’s late?” Villanelle asks, breathless and hopeful as she watches Eve grab the phone behind her.
She chuckles, showing Villanelle the message preview on the lock screen. “He’s waiting outside, baby.”
“Damn,” Villanelle sighs wistfully, her shoulders dropping in disappointment. She gives Eve a charmingly crooked smirk, tightening her legs around her. “To be continued?”
Eve nods with a bright smile, already more than eager to come back home and finish what they started.
And with great hesitance, they separate, Eve sighing ruefully as she watches Villanelle hop down from the counter and pulls down the hem of her dress. They quickly wipe, retouch and reapply their make-up, a silent agreement to do it all by themselves, knowing all too well that they'd only get distracted otherwise.
“Ready?” she asks once she sees that they're both done, a tender smile on her lips. Her heart flutters excitedly at how so beautiful Villanelle looks right now and how fortunate she feels at being able to experience moments like this with Villanelle. She notices then a particularly coy smile growing on her wife’s face and she returns it with a questioning look. “What is it?”
Villanelle reaches up to cup Eve’s cheek in her palm. Her thumb brushes lightly and ever so carefully over the edge of Eve’s kiss-swollen mouth, her hazel eyes tender and wistful in their gaze.
She shakes her head, chuckling lightly before she sighs, soft and sweet.
“Butterflies.”