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If Eve could find it in herself to stop for a second, she might consider how this entire situation came to be. But that was just the thing, she spent so much time thinking, reconsidering, doubting herself. Maybe it was the mark of a good person, to doubt their desires and instincts, to rein them in.
Eve was not a good person. She learned that at great cost, both to herself, and to others.
She did not doubt herself this time. And, foolishly, she did not doubt Villanelle either. The sting of blunt nails creating red lines down her thighs brough Eve out of her head, and back to the woman she had just been thinking about.
“Don’t do that, Eve. I want you here, with me, for every second we have,” Villanelle’s sharp smiled showed in the darkened room, her hands grasping Eve’s legs roughly. She pushed Eve further onto the vanity of their rented bedroom, leaning forward until they were pressed together from chest to hip, slotting herself between Eve’s now open thighs like it was her god-given right to do so.
She pressed her cheek to Eve’s for a moment. Eve leaned her head down, and bit Villanelle’s shoulder as hard as she dared.
Villanelle’s delighted laughter could only be described as a cackle. Eve herself could not help but huff against the bruise she created. She ran her hands up Villanelle’s back, letting the rickety old piece of furniture support her weight, and sank her nails into Villanelle’s back.
“I’m here. Where else would I be now?”
Even Eve wasn’t sure what she sounded like. Happy, because she did dream about exactly this moment for years by now, or despondent for the life she had left behind?
Villanelle hummed distractly. One of her hands left Eve’s leg to touch Eve’s collarbone, tracing a path almost lazily down.
“Nowhere else. This is exactly where we’re supposed to be.”
One hand played with Eve’s breast, the other went up, up into the wet heat already waiting. Villanelle chuckled, saying something filthy about how she would make Eve come enough times she’d have to carry her over to the bed when they were done.
And it was all Eve could do to bite Villanelle back, literally. She knew she could have Villanelle on her knees for her with just the right words, the right actions. But for once, Eve wanted to let go. Let Villanelle finally have her way, let Eve’s own body, burning up for the assassin as it was, have the satisfaction of a good fuck. And deep down, allow herself the contentment of being with Villanelle with not a single drop of guilt left in her.