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The mention of Bills name enrages something in Eve, she reaches for the knife on the table, her Russian guest quickly notes this.
“don’t do that”
Eve grabs the knife slowly
“don’t do that”
Villanelle takes the knife from her, pushing her quickly against the fridge she grabbed their dinner from 10 minutes earlier. Villanelle held the knife tip up to her throat. It frightened her. It turned her on, but that was a thought that lingered somewhere deep in her, somewhere that her thoughts rarely surfaced. In that moment, as if Villanelle could reach in and hear those secluded thoughts she leaned in and smelled her neck. Moments before this intoxicating, infuriating, impeccable blonde broke into her home Eve was dousing herself in the perfume Villanelle had brought her.
She let out a knowing chuckle “you’re wearing it”
Eve smiled, she didn’t exactly mean to. A psychopath was still holding the tip of a knife against her. A small kitchen knife sure, but if anything that would make it worse. Imagine, the knife Niko uses to dice onions puncturing her arteries.
“I couldn’t resist, when I smelled it I wondered…” she stopped herself, she had a job to do. Questions that needed to be answered. But the closeness of the woman’s body made her feel something, something.
“You wondered if it’s what I smell like? I’ve wondered what you taste like”
Eve’s eyes widened “oh…”
Villanelle stepped back, putting the knife in her pocket, she leaned against the kitchen counter, her palms pushing on the wooden bench making her biceps flex, Eve took note of this.
Eve took a deep breath, both relieved and disappointed by the sudden distance between them. Her heartbeat had slowed, yet she felt a pulse somewhere deeper in her, lower in her stomach. It clenches at her. A warmth rides over her as she wonders what to do next. Ask more questions? Scream at her until she leaves? Serve more shepherds pie? But then the blondes thick accent cuts through the air
“So you try on my perfume, put on my dress…what else have you done, Eve?”
She’s startled by the question, embarrassed. It’s obvious too. She has a complete lack of control.
“w-well, I-I don’t think - I mean”
“you can tell me. I’m sure it’s nothing I haven’t done”
“I masturbated about you”
She couldn’t believe those words came out of her mouth, Villanelle’s face lit up, Eve had never seen a bigger grin, a cockier one. A sexier one.
“What did you think of me doing?” Villanelle approached her, Eve was thankful the space between them would close again. Eve wanted to fight whatever was happening. She murdered Bill. I have a husband. But there was that something. Something. And for fuck sake, she needed it.
Villanelle pushed her onto the table and traced her neck with the tip of her tongue, just lightly. She didn’t want to push it. Not yet.
“Well, are you going to tell me”
Eve stuttered, the feeling of Villanelle’s warm tongue brought back those feelings that rarely surfaced, that funnily enough, had only come up around the time a certain woman with delicate, cat like features came up.
“I thought about everything you could do to me. How you’d feel next to me, on top of me. Inside of me. How your tongue would feel. I thought about how good you would look as you taste me, and how much i’d love to taste you. I thought about your hands, your mouth, your eyes. I wondered if your eyes would focus more on me than they do when you kill”
Villanelles eyes began to gloss over, she began to breath heavily, bringing her body closer to Eve.
“And what made you cum?”
“The idea that I could excite you more than killing somebody, could I?”
She already had, but Villanelle liked her ago filled, not filling others.
Eve was a mess already, feeling Villanelles body get heavier against hers, her breath getting warmer and slower. Thank god for Niko’s bridge games.
Villanelle took her chin in her hand, bringing her face closer, letting their lips sit nearer, feeling the warmth of each other breathe.
Eve kissed her, unable to wait another moment, Villanelle pushed her down, laying her flat on the table. She grabbed her face with both her hands and let the kiss engulf her. Eve clutched at her back, feeling the fabric of her shirt, aching for skin.
“Stand up” Feeling the Russian pull away from the kiss felt like time had stopped. But she did as she was told. Villanelle took her top off, as if she had read Eve’s mind. Villanelle smiled at how daring Eve’s eyes became at the sight of her tits.
She took off Eve’s clothes, pressing her body against Eve’s bare body. Eve could barely stand, the warmth had completely taken over, she wanted to be devoured, eaten, totally destroyed and left for the taking.
Villanelle pushed her against the nearest wall and took the knife out of her pocket, pushing it lightly against Eve’s inner thigh
“Do you think I would hurt you?”
Eve looked at her with complete desire, trust
“yes”
Villanelle pressed harder, drawing a little blood.
She got onto her knees and licked the blood, letting some of it rest on her lips
She got back up and kissed Eve, smothering the blood on her lips while she rubbed her clit. She began shaking against the wall.
Villanelle got back on her knees, her tongue met with Eve, right where she needed her. Eve’s hand grabbed the blonde’s hair. Pulling and shaking. She was bucking her hips and calling her name. Villanelle was lingering in each moment, not letting the taste escape her.
“Fuck Vill - I’m gonna”
Villanelle got up and put her hand around Eve’s throat
“if you want to cum, you have to beg”
She pressed her hand tighter around Eve’s throat until the veins bulged from her forehead, then let go.
“please, please Villanelle”
She put two fingers in Eve’s mouth, they easily hit the back of her throat but Eve didn’t mind. Then she slid them in Eve, curving them upward. Slowly in and out. Progressively fucking harder and faster. Eve was screaming at this point, and without letting her fingers leave Eve, she got back on her knees and let her tongue trace Eve’s clit. Eve tugged at Villanelle’s hair so hard she could’ve pulled some out but the pain just made her her own kind of mess.
“Please let me cum Villanelle, please, I can’t hold it”
“Mhmmm” she kept her fingers curling in and out of her while her tongue felt her pulse and harden against it. Her hips buckled and her knees shook and she fell to the ground, pushing Villanelle flat on her back.
“My god, I’ve never - well, lets just say that was new”
Villanelle laughed, kissing Eve.
Eve traced the outline of Villanelle’s pants, wanting desperately to taste her, to feel what a mess she made of her. To know that maybe, she could have some sense of control over her.
She slid her hand under her pants and felt
“jesus, you did enjoy that”
“well, I have masturbated about you a lot too, the real thing is much better”
She took off her pants and got between her legs
“i’ve never done this before, you have to tell me if I’m not good. And don’t be a dick!”
Villanelle took a deep breath in, enjoying the sight of Eve between her legs, she took a handful of that amazing hair in her hands and guided Eve’s head down.
The second Eve’s tongue felt her pussy, she knew she wanted to taste this again, and again, and again.
“Fuck, Eve, are you sure you haven’t done this before?”
Eve shook her head, not stopping to answer.
Villanelle flicked her head back, arching her back, enjoying every second. The warmth of Eve’s tongue lapped her cunt and she came harder than she ever had, clenching her face between her thighs. Eve laughed.
“So no pointers?”
“You are amazing”
They both got dressed and sat up on the couch, dizzy and weak, both wanting more but not wanting to over indulge too soon.
“there’s something about you” Eve stated
“Something about you too”
“Do you want to go upstairs?”
“I was thinking we could go to Paris”