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Eve unlocked the door to Villanelle’s apartment after tricking the neighbor, who was quite chatty, into giving her a spare key. The apartment was well decorated, but that didn’t matter to Eve.

Villanelle was an assassin, an assassin that disguised– it was hard to find her. However, to Eve it seemed like Villanelle followed her wherever she went. Her luggage went missing and was returned with an entirely new wardrobe inside. She knew it was Villanelle. The style of clothing was quintessentially Villanelle and the note reading, ‘Sorry baby x’ was all the convincing she needed. And not to mention, she had killed the sweetest and funniest man, her best friend and co-worker…on a fucking dance floor in Berlin. The song she had once loved jamming out to, was now a gruesome reminder of what she had lost. Villanelle had taken everything from Eve.

She walked through her hall door, and ended up in the bathroom. The design was impeccable. The bathtub’s handles were golden, shiny, and carved with delicate features. Eve scoffed, sitting on the rim of the tub, her hand grazing over the carvings. She was speechless when she walked towards a tall closet that had more carvings in the doors and trim.

When she opened it, she was greeted by her own reflection. A big mirror was attached to the back of the wardrobe with shelf space and drawers. Expensive perfumes sat on the shelf, one of them was used to kill the female politician a while back but she didn’t know which one it was. It felt more dangerous, one spray, and she could suffocate right there.

She opened a couple of the drawers and almost jumped back when she saw sharp silver blades, many of them. Small knives and bigger knives sat on a red velvet cloth. The next drawer had more smaller knives that sat next to a gun.

Eve’s jaw dropped a tad, surprised at what she saw, but also not. What kind of assassin didn’t have weapons? Especially one as sadistic as Villanelle. However, it was strange to think of the lives she could’ve taken with that singular knife…and who those bullets went through. She got flashbacks to the club, horrid flashbacks. The way she ran towards Bill, who had just been stabbed repeatedly by that woman. A wave of nausea washed over her as she imagined the possibility of one of these very knives being used to kill her best friend

The thoughts got to be too much so she quickly closed the drawers and shut the closet doors before walking into the bedroom. A low bed with a puffy comforter was in the middle of the room. Another large closet was in the corner next to a sleek vanity that contained all sorts of make up and perfumes. She opened the closet to find an endless supply of clothing, and a vast collection of disguises. She flipped through the items, a light brown object caught her attention. It was a mannequin head with a brunette wig on it. Eve flinched in shock. There were so many different disguises.

Suddenly, she remembered everything Villanelle had taken from her. Her husband, her best friend, her jobs, and her damn suitcase. She had glamorous furniture, make up, perfume, and clothing. She took lives and yet…she had everything. Villanelle didn’t deserve any of it. The rage bubbling inside her became too much and before she knew it, she was tearing clothes off the hangers and discarding them onto the floor. Once she realized what she had just done, she marched over to the mini fridge. It was filled with several champagne bottles. Eve took one and bursted it open, causing the foam to spill out.

More rage came as she started grabbing bottle after bottle from the fridge, throwing them on the ground which made shards of glass and champagne fly everywhere. She was making a fucking mess…and she didn’t give a shit.

She took a sloppy sip from the bottle as she stumbled back into the bedroom. With a thud, she kicked the organized vanity, sending the beauty products and valuables flying across the room, perfume bottles shattered as they collided with the ground. She hated Villanelle, but for some reason, she couldn’t stop thinking about her.

All day, every day, her thoughts were consumed by Villanelle. Nothing else. Her husband fought with her over the fact she couldn’t stop pursuing the blonde.

Suddenly, she heard keys jingling outside in the hallway. Eve realized what she had done. Oh my god…she trashed an assassins apartment. She scurried into the bathroom and peaked around the corner, seeing the blonde walk into the main area that was also the bedroom. She decided it was time to come out and confront the woman, but she had to grab a little weapon first. She opened the closet and took the gun from the drawer, hopefully it would protect her.

Silently, she stalked out of the bathroom through the hall door and into the main room in order to corner Villanelle. The blonde stood facing the opposite way, hand on neck wondering how in the world her apartment ended up like this. She had a beige shirt on and black leggings, her hair was in a messy, but tight bun.

“Don’t move…” Eve said, pointing the gun at Villanelle. The blonde turned around, seeing Eve with a gun made her let out a soft chuckle.

“Did you have a party…or something?” Villanelle asked jokingly, shaking her upper body and shoulders lightly.

“I lost two jobs, a husband, and a best friend because of you,” Eve replied, not amused by the blonde’s joke.

“Yeah,” Villanelle scoffed, “But you got some really nice clothes out of it…so”

Eve rolled her eyes in amazement. She’s really trying to joke around now, after being confronted for her horrendous actions?

“What are you going to do with that?” Villanelle asked, knowing Eve would never be able to use a gun like that.

“I’m gonna kill you-” Eve said, hesitating.

“No you’re not-” Villanelle rolled her eyes.

“I am-” she cut her off.

“You like me too much,” Villanelle smirked, crossing her arms.

Eve was lost for words, but she didn’t move the gun.

“So what now…Eve?” Villanelle asked impatiently, putting her hands on her hips.

“I’m going to tell you something…Sit down,” Eve ordered and Villanelle obeyed…for once.

The blonde sat down on a small stool with space between her and the end of the bed. Eve stared at her as she sat down, before lowering the gun and walking over to sit on the edge of the bed in front of Villanelle, putting the gun down on the bed next to her.

They stared at each other for a moment before Eve confessed, “I just…wanna know everything.”

Villanelle’s emotions were whirling around in her mind, she felt a great attraction to the woman sitting in front of her.

“I think about you too…I mean I masturbate about you a lot,” she bluntly confessed.

Eve was a bit alarmed by the blonde’s reply, not expecting what just came out of her mouth.

“Too much?” Villanelle asked when Eve looked speechless.

“No it’s…I wasn’t expecting that-”

Villanelle gave her a soft smile while looking around at the mess Eve made.

“So you trash my apartment… because you like me so much?”

“Uhh I- I know it’s not conventional” Eve muttered looking around and seeing Villanelle’s smug face.

“What do you want?” Eve asked, wanting to know what she truly seeked, ‘Honestly…don’t be a dick!”

Villanelle shrugged, “Normal stuff….nice life, cool flat, fun job…Someone to watch movies with.”

All Villanelle wanted was a normal life…and someone to watch movies with. Every time she asked Konstantin, he declined. Villanelle was lonely, even though she had all of this stuff, she didn’t want it. It didn’t make her happy.

Eve sighed and then her upper body fell back onto the bed. She laid there and scoffed, “God, I’m tired..”

Villanelle was brought aback by her, she trashed her apartment, confessed her feelings, and was now laying on her bed. She just sat there, watching Eve lay down before the blonde got up.

“Aren’t you tired?” Eve asked as she heard Villanelle stand up.

“A little,” Villanelle replied, taking the gun and grasping it in her hands as she laid down next to Eve.

After a few moments, Villanelle asked, “Will you stay for a bit?”

Eve looked over, noticing the gun in Villanelle’s hands.

“Are you gonna kill me?” Eve asked, directing her attention to the deadly weapon. Villanelle shook her head and then gently placed the gun on the ground next to the bed.

Villanelle shifted, laying on her side and gazed at the Asian woman next to her, who was still looking at the ceiling. Suddenly, Eve moved to her side, looking back at the blonde in front of her. Their faces were inches apart.

“Sure…” Eve answered, gazing at the blonde.

Villanelle reached her hand out to tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I’ve never…done anything like this before…” Eve admitted, awkwardly.

Villanelle shifted closer, “It’s okay, I know what I’m doing,” she said before inching closer to Eve and kissing her.

Their lips touched and Villanelle guided the kiss, making Eve melt into it. It got more passionate and Eve shifted to lay on her back and Villanelle crawled on top of her, leaning down to meet her lips.

Never in a million years would Eve think she’d ever be kissing a woman, let alone an assassin, especially after what she did to her apartment. She wasn’t really thinking about what would’ve happened, just the rage that fueled her.

Villanelle and Eve’s lips were practically glued to each other, neither of them pulling away. The taste of Villanelle was better than she could have imagined. She let out a breathy moan as the blonde sucked on her bottom lip. Her long pale fingers ran through Eve’s thick dark curls as her lips were connected to Eve’s.

Villanelle’s hands slowly started moving down, past her shoulders and to her hips. Eve gasped a little bit and pulled away, leaving Villanelle a bit alarmed.

“Did I bite your lip?” the blonde asked, wondering why she pulled away.

“No it’s not that, it’s just….your hand. On my hips,”

“Oh, I thought you liked that, Eve,”

“No, I do…I just…I don’t know…” Eve assured her frantically.

Villanelle let out a small breathy huff, smiling a bit at how cute Eve gets when she’s flustered.

“We can go slowly, Eve…if you want to continue-”

Eve looked at her and nodded, leaning in for another kiss. It was gentle and different from the one they just had. It was about understanding and trust in each other. It was something Eve had never felt before, not even with Niko.

The kiss broke, and Villanelle sat up, looking down at Eve. The blonde suddenly took her beige shirt off, revealing a firm black brace around her chest and stomach. It was rough and padded to protect herself from anyone that might be able to shoot her.

Villanelle chuckled softly when Eve realized what she was wearing, “It’s for protection…” she explained before undoing the velcro tabs. She removed the gear and tossed it off the bed and onto the ground. The loss of the gear made Eve’s attention draw back to Villanelle’s chest, she was wearing a grey sports bra, her nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“Like what you see?” Villanelle asked, smirking at Eve, who was in awe but a bit shy.

Villanelle gently took Eve’s hand, placing it over her sports bra so she could feel her boobs. Eve’s hand cupped the side of her chest, amazed at how they felt. She’d touched and cupped her own before, but never another woman’s.

Villanelle pulled her sports bra over her head, tossing it on the ground next to the gear. She looked back at Eve, who was smirking.

“Eve…take your top off…I want to see your skin,” Villanelle whispered. She got off of the Asian woman, and allowed her to sit up.

“Okay…but just….look away”

“Eve, seriously…”

“Villanelle!” Eve, firmly begged.

Villanelle sighed, and glanced away, but giving her a slight side eye and saw Eve in a bra that looked like it was older than the dinosaurs. She couldn’t help but turn her head back and chuckle in shock.

“Hey! You said you’d look away!!” Eve complained, as her fingers worked to undo the clasp.

“I know, Eve, I’m sorry, it’s just…how old is that thing?!” She said, trying not to laugh.

Eve rolled her eyes before dropping it off the side of the bed. Villanelle’s eyes were drawn to Eve’s chest, and her expression turned more serious as she leaned in for another kiss. Her hands started gently caressing Eve’s breasts causing her to let out soft whimpers.

Villanelle lips traveled down her jawline, kissing all over her neck to her collarbone and soon enough, to her nipples. Eve leaned back a bit, giving Villanelle more access to her nipples, which were in fact, getting harder by the second. She let out soft whimpers and heavy breaths, her eyes slowly drifting closed.

Suddenly, she heard a phone ring in her bag near the wall and Eve’s eyes shot open.

“Ignore it…” Villanelle muttered, her tongue swirling around Eve’s tit.

She tried ignoring it, letting it go to voicemail, but a few seconds later, it rang again. She gently shifted, alerting the blonde to stop, she hopped off the bed and walked over to the wall, grabbing her phone. The screen lit up, with a circle of her and her Niko.

“Shit…” she cussed, “It’s Niko…I have to take this, I’m sorry…” She apologized before answering and walking into the bathroom.

Eve answered the phone, her husband was on the other line, back at home in London.

“Hey babe…What’s going on?” She asked.

“What’s going on? Are you serious…I’ve just found out from Carolyn that you never made it back to London cause you’re….god knows where.”

“Niko…I’m, I just thought spending an extra day in France would be peaceful…I’ve been so stressed lately and I need a vacation-”

Silence from the other line…”A vacation…Am I talking to Eve Polastri? You never take vacations?” he got confused and shocked by what he was hearing.

“Well, I don’t know. I just thought Paris was nice this time of year,”

A hesitation came before he responded, “Eve please tell me you’re not on some side quest for this….Assassin-”

“I’m...not!!” she replied back quickly.

“Eve…I want you home tomorrow,” and said in a stern tone before hanging up.

Eve was annoyed at how untrusting he was. Who was he to tell her what to do? She scoffed before walking back to the bedroom to see Villanelle sitting on the edge of the bed, patiently. Niko had pissed her off by being so demanding over the phone that she felt more drawn to the idea of being with a woman. The feeling lit a spark inside her and she instantly felt turned on. It might have been seeing Villanelle topless or the feeling of having an affair, but she was horny now.

Villanelle smiled seeing Eve walk back over, and was shocked when Eve pushed her back against the bed. She laid there as Eve crawled on top of her, straddling her hips firmly. Villanelle’s eyes widened. Eve was so shy earlier, why is she being so dominating now? She definitely wasn’t complaining, but what changed so suddenly? She decided to forget about it for now and live in the moment, that conversation can wait.

Eve leaned down and their lips connected, and Villanelle’s tongue swirled around hers. The kiss was heated with heavy breaths and moans from both of them. Eve broke the kiss and whispered, “I need you…”

Villanelle’s eyes burned with desire and she shifted their bodies so Eve was laying down with her legs hanging off the bed. Villanelle got up and leaned down to kiss Eve’s stomach, all the way down to the waistband of her pants. Her fingers slid under and hooked onto them, slowly pulling them down her thighs and past her knees. Eve lifted her legs to allow Villanelle to pull them off completely before she tossed them aside. Her underwear was a light beige and not very fancy. Villanelle snorted at the sight of it.

“Eve, when was the last time you got laid?” she questioned.

“Villanelle!” Eve replied, sounding embarrassed that she had to answer that question but Villanelle was not going to back down.

“Answer the question, Eve…” Villanelle said calmly.

Eve hesitated before admitting, “a couple of months.”

Villanelle’s eyes widened. How has that…that man ignored her sexually for months?! She couldn’t even go a week without touching herself to the thought of that dark curly hair.

Villanelle smirked and leaned forward, crawling up between her legs so she was on top before going in for another kiss, desperate to make the woman in front of her happy…happy enough so she may see that men aren’t all that.

Eve kissed back, feeling the blonde’s tongue slowly slip back into her mouth. (where it belongs) Her legs wrapped around Villanelle’s waist, pulling her body closer.

A few minutes later, the kiss broke, both of them were breathing heavily from the passion and lack of air.

“Eve, I want to taste you,” Villanelle whispered before quickly climbing off of her and kneeling onto the ground next to the bed. Eve slowly sat up, her legs still over the edge of the bed. Villanelle’s hands gently caressed both of Eve’s knees, spreading them apart. Her hand ran up her thigh which caused a spark to shoot up her spine. She needed Villanelle’s touch desperately. Her fingers grazed over the beige panties that separated her from Eve’s presumably wet core.

Villanelle gently pulled the panties down her thighs and past her knees before tossing them aside. And yes, they were wet. Eve looked down at her, gulping as she watched Villanelle get closer. Her tongue gently licked her inner thighs, which brought anticipation. Villanelle’s soft lips started kissing closer and closer to her folds.

“Are you gonna…” Eve mumbled, not used to the teasing.

“Patience, Eve,” she said looking up before her attention was brought back to her wet folds. She slowly grazed her tongue down her core from the top to bottom which made Eve’s body jolt to the new sensation.

Her breath got heavier as Villanelle’s tongue went at a steady pace, circling and sucking at her bundle of sensitive nerves. She gripped on to a pillow that was within reach. Her fingers digging into the soft fabric. Seeing a woman down there for the first time felt unreal. She didn’t expect it to feel this amazing.

“Shit…” she let out a soft moan as Villanelle’s tongue increased its pace on the clit, flicking it more often. Her moans fueled the blonde, her hand reached up to her stomach and traveled along her body till they reached Eve’s hard nipples. She caressed and squeezed them as her other hand wrapped around Eve’s thigh, holding her in place. Her moans got louder as Villanelle’s desire burned and her movements got more intense.

“Fuck, Villanelle…God…” she cried out, her head leaning back and her back arched as she could feel her pleasure building up in her core.

Suddenly, the wave of immense pleasure flooded her body like never before and she let out a loud groan. One hand was gripping the pillow while the other was holding onto the blonde hair, keeping her in place. Her clit was throbbing under the pressure and Villanelle was not stopping. She had been longing for this for many months. All those nights she imagined touching Eve while she played with herself, and now she finally has her.

Eve’s body started relaxing and her grip on her and the sheets loosened. Vilanelle could tell so she slowed down to a stop, pulling away gently. Eve’s chest was rising up and down heavily, as she watched the blonde look up at her. How was her tongue that amazing?!

Villanelle smirked, gazing at the mess she had just made. Her core and inner thighs were covered in Eve’s juices, not to mention Villanelle’s mouth as well.

“You’re quite a mess now…” Villanelle said, getting up and putting one knee on the bed next to Eve’s thigh, while her other knee was standing between them, almost straddling her. Eve sat up and Villanelle leaned in. “Taste me, Eve,” she whispered.

Their lips locked, Villanelle’s tongue gently pressing up against Eve’s lips, desperate to enter her mouth. Eve pulled away, leaving Villanelle a bit disappointed.

“Can you go inside…of me?” Eve muttered, getting shy. She had never said anything like that to Niko, not in that way.

Villanelle smirked and chuckled, “I will do anything you want, Eve…” she rested her hips on the bed, sitting next to Eve, her leg still between hers. Her hand slowly traveled down her stomach and onto her thigh, slowly grazing along the inner part near her core. Eve let out a deep breath, her eyes closed getting lost in Villanelle’s soft touch again.

Villanelle leaned in, her lips placed gentle kisses on the side of Eve’s neck and collarbones. Her fingers slide between Eve’s wet folds before tracing circles around her clit which made Eve let out a moan. She let out whimpers as Villanelle’s finger teased her entrance before sliding it in with no resistance. She created a slow pace, pushing her finger in and then pulling it out.

“Villanelle-” She gasped out, their eyes locked, “Faster…”

Her eyes lit up when she found out Eve wanted more. She picked up the pace a bit and slid another finger in smoothly. Eve grunted, her mouth fell open as she gazed into Villanelle’s eyes, her eyelids fluttering open and closed from the pleasure. Villanelle smirked at how well Eve was taking this. As she continued her steady pace, her lips drew to Eve’s for an intense kiss. It muffled Eve’s moans, and Villanelle could feel the vibration from it on her lips, which made her smile.

Wet sounds got louder as Villanelle continued with her motions. She could tell Eve was getting close to her peak. Her breath was heavy and her hips were struggling to stay in place.

“Oh my god…Villanelle…I’m…” Eve panted, the build up of pleasure was intense. She let out a loud moan when Villanelle’s thumb reached up to rub small circles around her throbbing clit. It didn’t take long for that to throw her over the edge. Her lower body was squirming and her hand gripped onto the bedding tightly. Villanelle’s eyes burned passionately as she watched Eve ride out her orgasm.

Once her body relaxed, Villanelle’s fingers slowed down, and she gently slid them out which made Eve miss her touch.

“Jesus, Villanelle..” Eve said, laying back on the bed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, she looked over at Villanelle who was still sitting there, looking down in admiration.

Once Eve caught her breath, she sat up and gazed into Villanelle’s eyes.

“I’m getting thirsty, Eve…” Villanelle whispered, licking her lips slowly.

Eve smiled and looked around before getting up, which made Villanelle confused. Eve walked over to the minifridge and pulled out the last bottle of champagne. She popped it open while walking back to the bed and sat down. Villanelle chuckled at her obliviousness, she looked so sexy drinking it straight from the bottle.

Eve handed her the bottle and Villanelle gladly took it. After a big gulp, she handed back the bottle and Eve kept taking short sips. Villanelle sat there, thinking about power play. Would Eve even be interested in that kind of stuff?

Eve glanced at Villanelle, noticing she was lost in thought.

“Are you okay?” she asked, taking another quick sip.

“I’m just thinking–” she muttered, “What do you think of power play?”

Eve thought for a moment. She and Niko never really did any of that stuff. He always thought it was a bit weird, so she never got to explore it.

“I’ve…never done anything like that…before,” she mumbled, admitting, “Niko and I never really did any of that.”

She smirked, “Even better…it’s better without a man anyways.”

Eve caught the facial express and it turned her on. She knew Villanelle had to be kinky, but she didn’t know how easily it would be for her to get turned on by it.

Villanelle got up and walked to her dresser, opening the bottom drawer. Eve couldn’t remember what she had seen in that drawer. Villanelle pulled out some things, but Eve couldn’t see past her very well. The drawer closed, and Villanelle sauntered back towards the bed.

Eve’s mouth dropped a tad when she saw a knife and handcuffs in her grasp. The knife was about the size of her hand and it had beautiful carvings in the handle. All she could think about was who lost their lives to that knife. She gulped, hoping the knife wouldn’t be used on her.

“Is this okay, Eve?” Villanelle asked, setting the handcuffs on the bed and grazing her finger along the knife blade.

“What… What is it for?”

“Just to add something interesting to this…if you’re comfortable with it,” she set the knife down too.

“Okay…but it’s not being used on me…is it?”

A smile broke on Villanelle’s face as she let out a soft chuckle, “No, it’s not…unless you want it to be.”

Eve shook her head, looking at the sharp blade. She doesn’t even want to begin to think about how Villanelle could easily stab her right then and there, leaving her to bleed out.

“What do I do?” Eve muttered, getting shy again at the thought of what the….toys were for.

Villanelle picked up the handcuffs, and gently put them in Eve’s grasp.

“I want you to restrain me…so I can’t hurt you,” Villanelle smirked. “I’m dangerous, Eve.”

Eve looked down at the handcuffs. Oh my god…Villanelle wanted Eve to take control. Something she hasn’t done with a woman yet.

“I haven’t…done this before-” Eve muttered, feeling embarrassed.

Villanelle gazed into her eyes, thinking about how she could make Eve more confident and sure about this.

“Rage…Use rage. Think of how you felt…when I killed Bill. Stabbing him…on that dance floor.” She said ominously and somehow, seductively.

Eve thought for a moment…It was disgusting how she used her friend in this context. But she loved how angry it made her. The thoughts were flooding her mind and she was feeling the rage build up by the second.

She glanced over at Villanelle before pouncing at the younger woman, pinning her down on the bed. Villanelle’s eyes widened, loving how pissed off she was. She looked up at Eve, who was straddling her hips while her upper body hovered over hers. Her face was inches away, and she could smell her.

Eve’s eyes looked at every detail on Villanelle’s face before kissing her passionately. Villanelle’s hands flew to the back of Eve’s head, gripping onto her dark locks. Eve’s hand was deep into the mattress next to Villanelle’s head, keeping her balance.

When their kiss finally broke, Villanelle whispers in her ear, “Punish me, Eve…” and then places soft kisses on the skin right next to her earlobe.

She pulls back, gazing at how submissive Villanelle was being. Being in charge was not something she was used to, even if she was full of rage. However, the teasing wink and smirk Villanelle gave her pushed her over the edge.

She grabbed the handcuffs and raised Villanelle’s arms over her head, digging her wrists into the pillow. She used her other hand to attach the cuffs around her wrists, locking it. Villanelle felt so turned on seeing Eve dominate her. Feeling vulnerable was something she did not enjoy, but when it was Eve…she’d do anything for her.

“Is there a…safety feature or something?” Eve paused and asked.

Villanelle licked her lips, “No…they’re real, so you better not lose the key,” she said flirtatiously while winking.

Eve nodded and leaned down to feel her neck on her lips. She placed soft kisses on the sensitive skin which brought a hum from Villanelle. After a minute of that, Villanelle shifted her head hinting at Eve to stop.

She pulled away and looked at Villanelle, puzzled. Wasn’t she enjoying it? Villanelle laid there, her head leaned up a bit as she looked at the knife then at Eve. She nodded, a slight smirk appeared on her face, excited to see how Eve would use it on her.

Eve picked up the knife and the blade was so shiny she could see herself. It was like looking into a mirror, except it was a different person than who always reflected back. The person in the blade was not a shy middle aged woman who was unhappy with her husband. No, this person was about to fuck the female assassin she’d been hyperfixated on for the past several months.

She took the knife, and very cautiously grazed it over her chest traveling down to her abdomen. She was careful not to give Villanelle any cuts, even if she deserved some of them.

Eve’s free hand rubbed and caressed Villanelle’s inner thigh. A deep breath came out from the blonde as her hands stayed restrained above her head. Her wrists rested on the soft pillow and her legs were spread open for Eve.

The anticipation was killing Villanelle. She needed to know how Eve’s touch would feel on her clit. Second by second she grew more impatient as Eve continued to only feel her inner thighs.

“Eve, please…stop teasing,” she let out a breathy beg.

Eve didn’t realize how impatient and turned on she was making the blonde feel, just by touching her thighs. Her hand trailed to Villanelle’s wet core before sliding the tip of her middle finger between her wet folds and down her slit. The moan that Villanelle let out motivated Eve’s fingers to swirl around her clit.

“Faster…I like it fast, Eve,” she whined softly.

Eve’s finger sped up and she pressed firmly onto the sensitive bundle of nerves. Villanelle liked it fast, and Eve was not surprised.

Villanelle groaned, her back arching off the bed a tad, and her wrists felt the cuffs getting tighter. The restraints were working and there was no way for Villanelle to hold onto anything except the pillow above her. Her hips flinched every time Eve’s finger would hit an angle that was extra sensitive.

She let out a breathy plea, “Eve, tell me how upset your husband was knowing you are here…Don’t lie to me…I know he got angry at you during that call.”

Eve was surprised by Villanelle’s request. Getting off to how upset a man was for choosing to be with her.

She whispered, “He was very upset at me…but that just made me want you even more.”

Villanelle nodded while gripping the pillow, which was straining her arms, but she didn’t care. Eve sat there on the edge of the bed enjoying the sight of the blonde getting so worked up over her confession. So much so, it was making her wet again.

“How mad were you…when I took everything from your life?” Villanelle whimpered, her eyes were closed not wanting to see Eve’s reaction, just the sound of her voice.

Eve paused. Sure, getting off to her marital issues was messed up, but getting off to the rage she felt being heartbroken by Villanelle’s actions over and over, was really fucked up.

But she kind of liked it.

“Answer the question, Eve.”

With no warning, Eve took the knife in her other hand and pressed it under Villanelle’s chin, holding her head back. She was on her knees next to the blonde, a knife in one hand against her skin while her other hand was rubbing Villanelle’s clit. The passion that sparked in Villanelle’s eyes was like a candle being lit. Her eyes were burning as she let out a quiet whimper, not being able to open her mouth very wide.

Eve kept her steady pace on her core and kept a firm grasp on the knife, holding the blonde in place.

“You took everything from me…and I should hate you for that,” she whispered with rage before sliding in two digits. “Except I don’t.”

She began sliding her middle and ring finger in and out of Villanelle’s pulsating core. The blonde was doing her best to not shake uncontrollably since a knife was still held against her.

“Fuck, Eve,” she managed to mumble in a soft moan.

Eve’s fingers continued, the sounds of the blonde’s arousal filled the room, and her juices dripped to her inner thighs.

She slid another finger in which brought a loud whine from her. “This one is for ruining my life.”

Her three fingers were deep inside, but it wasn’t enough. She slid in the fourth digit, the digit that pushed Villanelle over the edge. “And that one is because I’m obsessed with you…” she panted, watching the blonde unravel before her.

Villanelle’s lower body was struggling to stay in place while her head was pressed back against the pillow. Her cuffed wrists attempted to fight the restraints but were unsuccessful and her hands were in fists. Villanelle’s jaw dropped from the pleasure that coursed through her tense body. Moans and whimpers filled the room.

As her body came down from its peak, Eve slowed her fingers down, removing finger by finger till there was only one remaining inside. Villanelle’s breaths got less rapid, it’d been a while since she’d felt an orgasm that powerful.

The woman and men she’d picked from bars and clubs hadn’t done nearly as good as Eve did. Even her vibrators didn’t give her pleasure that could compare to that.

The last finger slid out of her entrance and Villanelle laid there, her inner thighs were sore and her legs were limp. She watched as Eve took the knife away and set it down next to them. Her face relaxed without the constant pressure of a knife against her skin. Eve jumped off the bed and ran to the bathroom to grab a towel. She wiped her hands and cleaned off Villanelle’s thighs from the mess she had made.

Villanelle then brought her wrists over her head and rested them on her stomach, ready to be released.

Eve scrambled to find the key.

Oh no.

Where was it?!?!

She shifted her body, maybe it slipped under her.

Not there. Oh god.

Villanelle could tell something was wrong. Her heart rate started to increase.

“Eve... you did not...” she asked in fear, her eyes focused on the panicked woman in front of her.

“I don’t know!! I thought I put them right here?!” she shouted, frantically looking around.

“EVE!!!” she shouted back, her voice was dripping with irritation. She told her before this that they were real and to keep track of the key.

She leaned her head back in disbelief before she heard Eve shout, “THERE!” She looked up to see Eve crawling on the floor. The key had fallen onto the ground, and under the bed a bit.

Villanelle sighed, letting go of the breath she was holding. Eve got back onto the bed and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing Villanelle.

“Do you know how embarrassing that would have been…trying to get help because I got stuck in handcuffs?”

Eve chuckled, “Well I found the key, so you don’t have to worry.” Villanelle smirked and shook her head in disbelief, she couldn’t believe that happened.

She tossed the handcuffs off the bed and sat up leaning against her headboard. Eve hopped off the bed and began putting her clothes back on. She walked toward the dresser and found a pair of casual clothes for Villanelle.

Gently, Eve helped Villanelle into her clothes before laying her back down on the bed. She walked to the other side to climb into the bed with her.

She lay there, facing the woman she had just pleasured. They gazed into each other's eyes, the trust they just experienced was like no other.

But it was not enough.

Suddenly Eve wrapped her hand around with the knife they had just used and she punctured it into Villanelle’s stomach. Eve then straddled Villanelle as the sharp blade went deep inside her stomach, blood gushing out as she pressed.

The look of betrayal on Villanelle’s face painted a permanent picture in Eve’s mind.

“I really liked you…” she said, her voice cracking with excruciating pain. “It hurts-”

༻ Sorry Baby x ༺

“So that’s how we met for the first time…” Eve said. “Oh also, she stalked me, drove my husband away, left me with nothing.”

Villanelle got defensive, “She stalked me! She put me in prison… she tongued my boss!!”

Villanelle and Eve looked over at each other, an optimistic couple sat, separating them. A man and woman that, before this, had shared their very sweet yet disturbing kidney transplant story. However, the two were left speechless after the riveting and kinking story told by the interesting lesbian couple.

Obviously, those lesbians didn’t know what TMI was…

The fireplace was going, and the heat was hugging them. The rain was coming down outside, thus making them stay overnight in the cabin with the annoying couple. Damn it rain…

Villanelle wore a light beige knitted sweater while Eve had a white shirt and a brown cardigan. They both stared at each other as the couple were silent. No words after that disturbing sex story and trauma dumping. Villanelle gave her a smooth wink which caused a blush to appear on Eve’s toned face.

“Oh…well, it seems like it’s worked out in the end…” They said hesitantly, looking at Eve and then Villanelle.

The room was awkwardly silent.

Villanelle broke the silence with an out-of-pocket comment.

“You know I was actually supposed to be Killing Eve?”