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Those breathy moans stayed with Eve long after she had fallen asleep, continued in her dreams and were the first thing she thought about upon waking to the sound of Villanelle’s voice. “Did you sleep well?” Villanelle asked, American accent in place, and Eve’s body tingled with warmth.
If Villanelle were in front of her that second Eve would drag her clothes from her body, rake her nails down her skin and kiss every inch of her until desire overrode sense.
The fantasies were alive when Hugo came around, but Eve wouldn’t allow them to fizzle. She sighed in relief when he stormed off, leaving her in the silence of the hotel room. Eve didn’t feel badly for Hugo. He’d gotten exactly what he had wanted and so had Eve.
Or almost, because Eve had wanted to listen to her all night, had been about to slip a hand down her pants when she’d remembered Hugo’s flirtations. Perhaps for one night she could have her cake and eat it too. It wasn’t even about him though, and really, she’d never considered him to be a part of the equation.
Already tired of thinking about him, Eve switched her thoughts to Villanelle who would no doubt be getting ready for the day. Perhaps she was in the shower, water droplets dripping down her bare back and in between her breasts. Eve licked her lips, wishing she could see that.
Unfortunately, they had a job to do. Eve couldn’t spend the day thinking about Villanelle with her legs spread, hand working between them as Eve listened to every breathy sigh and moan.
Before she could lose herself completely, Villanelle was back online. Down the earpiece was the sound of running water followed by a chuckle. “I wish you could join me,” Villanelle said, that American accent ever present. One could only hope that Aaron Peel wouldn’t have cameras in the bathroom, but there was no way of knowing for sure.
Eve’s blood pressure would go through the roof if she thought too hard about it. “I’m pretending these are your fingers,” Villanelle said. “They feel so good inside of me.”
Eve spun around the hotel room, half of her listening to Villanelle touching herself, the other wondering when Hugo would return. She began to caress her stomach, squeeze her breasts all the while imagining it was Villanelle touching her. The need to slip a hand down her pants grew with every long moan that filtered down the earpiece.
Picturing Villanelle gave Eve a happy place she wasn’t even aware existed. All this time she had been ignoring her obvious attraction, but her body’s responses could hide that desire no more. She imagined Villanelle naked, bent over, an elbow on the sink as her other hand worked furiously over her centre.
Seconds away from unbuttoning her pants, the door opened. “I’ve got coffee,” Hugo announced, and Eve managed to nod in his direction and listen at the same time.
“There’s a meeting today. Big investors.”
Eve swallowed thickly. Her nipples were tight and begging to be touched, but she wouldn’t drag Hugo back into this. It was between her and Villanelle, and only she could even come close to giving Eve the release that she craved. So she continued to listen until Villanelle orgasmed, loudly, and somehow engage in conversation with Hugo.
When it was over, Eve throbbed but knew her hands wouldn’t be enough to get the job done. She needed Villanelle. The only problem was that she was in another hotel, under cover, and she couldn’t drag her away without blowing the mission.
They went about their business as usual, but when Eve received a signal, she made some excuse about needing some air and returned to the restaurant. Villanelle was sat alone, so Eve took the table beside her, trying her hardest not to make eye contact.
Eve picked up a menu, burying her face inside. “Meal for one,” she muttered, and Villanelle hummed.
“Eating out,” Villanelle said. Eve squeezed her thighs together, all too aware the game was still on. “It’s what I imagine when I can’t sleep.”
“It’s all I’ve been imagining.”
Eve could just about see the smirk and glint in Villanelle’s eyes. “Give me two minutes,” she said, then got up and slipped into the toilets. Eve counted to forty before giving up. Her feet moved before her brain was aware of what she was doing.
Eve stepped inside as Villanelle was pushing the doors open in each stall. Their eyes caught in the mirror. “All clear,” she said, holding her gaze. “Up against the door.”
It usually infuriated Eve to take direction, but she pressed herself against the door and stayed put. Villanelle was in a dress, her pink hair down, and when she finally turned around, Eve’s eyes roamed her appreciatively, lingering on her cleavage before flickering back to her eyes.
“How about we play a little game?” Villanelle asked. “I think it’s my turn to watch. Or listen.”
There was no denying what Eve had listened to last night and this morning, but this was far from what Eve needed. “I think you could do it better.”
Villanelle shrugged one shoulder. “Unbutton them, Eve.”
The commanding voice sent a shiver down Eve’s spine. “Here?” she asked, even if her hand was dancing over the buttons on her pants.
Eve’s heart leaped to her throat when Villanelle took a step closer. “Touch yourself and I’ll kiss you.”
Eve would do her one better. Once she popped the button and pulled down the zipper, she wiggled out of the pants until they were locked around her knees. Her underwear followed. Villanelle hummed appreciatively. That dark look and being on display for Villanelle only made Eve throb harder.
“It’s busy in there today, isn’t it?” Villanelle said, and her eyes shone.
With two fingers, Eve began to stoke her folds with her gaze locked on Villanelle’s. “I want this to be you,” Eve whispered.
Villanelle grinned and lowered her eyes to where Eve was touching herself. “I want to watch first.”
Eve moaned from deep within her chest, her cold and naked ass against the door only spurring her on. She spread her wetness over her clit, rubbed it a little harder, wondering if it would always feel so intense between them.
She flattened the palm of her free hand against the door, knees bent slightly, rubbing herself whilst simultaneously begging with her eyes for Villanelle to take over. She’d never had sex or masturbated in a public place before, but with Villanelle, she would take anything she could get.
The door pushed against her back, dulling the desire enough for Eve to come back to herself. Eve pressed her full weight against it, tugging her pants up and hoped that they wouldn’t get caught. When the person went away after a few futile attempts to get inside, Eve sagged against the door.
Villanelle came to her then, tipped her chin upwards and held her gaze. Eve could only drown in those eyes. “Times up,” she said, brushed her thumb against Eve’s lower lip then left her hanging. “Aaron’s meeting me here. Don’t want him wondering where I’ve gotten to.”
“I could kill you,” Eve said.
Villanelle laughed. “Before you got your kiss. Eve?”
She was right, of course, but Eve still had the urge when she was left alone in the bathroom. With her hands in the sink, she scrubbed at them and looked herself dead in the eye. Before this trip ended, she was going to get Villanelle into bed one way or another.
Eve was still reeling from the afternoon when the room door opened. Eve spun, about to make a comment to Hugo, but instead, Villanelle was the one who stood in the doorway. Eve bit her lip, unable to separate the fantasies in her head from reality.
The door shut behind her and she stepped into the room. Her fingers slid over the bed then she took in the surroundings. Villanelle’s shirt clung to her body, and for the first time since they’d met, Eve didn’t bother to hide her appreciation. Her eyes roamed all over her remembering the moans from last night.
And Eve knew she could have her. Worries about the job flickered into her mind then left. She didn’t care one bit to ask how Villanelle had gotten here. Screw it. There was no way her body would calm down until she could touch Villanelle.
Eve sent a quick text to Hugo telling him to stay clear of the hotel. Then she followed it up with another text, threatening to set Villanelle on him if he returned before she gave him the green light. He knew how easily Villanelle followed Eve’s orders, and although she had no way of knowing if he would call her bluff, she set the phone aside. There were more important things in front of her.
“Have you been enjoying Rome, Eve?”
Eve smiled, closing the distance between them until her body was pushing Villanelle’s up against a wall. “I think I’m going to enjoy this a whole lot more.” Villanelle’s arms wrapped around her waist, and her entire face lit up. With any niggling doubts squashed, Eve tipped her head to the side and leant in until her lips crashed against Villanelle’s.
Villanelle’s body was so soft when Eve pressed herself up against it, but still, she needed more. There had never been a woman to turn Eve’s head before now, but she already wanted to consume every inch of Villanelle until she could think of nothing else.
With her eyes closed, they kissed hotly, mouths open as every thought Eve had suppressed returned in a flash. They warmed her stomach, caused her to melt into Villanelle’s body, and although this woman was one of the most dangerous people Eve had ever known, she had never felt safer.
Villanelle tugged her lower lip between her teeth, biting gently. Eve’s hips bucked forwards, and she moaned and leaned back in for more. Villanelle’s tongue ran against her lips. Eve parted them, welcomed her, and she was already throbbing as Villanelle explored the inside of her mouth with soft hums and moans.
Eve wanted to consume and be consumed. She moaned deeply. She was so distracted by the kiss that the soft fingertips at the top of her pants caused her to jump. Eve gasped, the kiss pausing long enough for her to look into Villanelle’s eyes. “Please,” she whispered, her voice husky and filled with need.
Villanella’s hand slipped into her pants, and for a moment Eve was stuck looking at the bulge it created. When two fingers pressed against her, she sighed, rocking her hips and tipped her head backwards. Already she was in ecstasy. She could only imagine what it would feel like to have their naked bodies sliding together.
Villanelle stroked her softly, brushed her clit and circled it, pushed her fingers through her folds and teased at her entrance where wetness had gathered. “Eve?” Villanelle smirked, clearly impressed with herself.
“Fuck it.” Eve might usually be more reserved, but she’d been craving Villanelle for a lot longer than a night. “Villanelle, please, take me.”
Villanelle slid the tips of her fingers inside her and stilled. They’re eyes met. “This enough?” she asked, knowing full well it wasn’t even close. When Eve groaned, Villanelle pushed in a little further, and Eve’s walls clenched around them.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me,” Eve said.
Villanelle laughed, placed her lips to the corner of Eve’s mouth then drove her fingers deeply inside her. Eve almost buckled, hand going flat against the wall and forehead pressing against Villanelle’s shoulder. She remained slumped against her as those fingers moved in and out at a maddingly slow pace.
Eve moaned. “Gunna…kill you…for real…this time.”
“Shh, I’m just getting warmed up. You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to be buried inside you.”
Wetness flooded to her centre. Eve arched her back, rocking herself into Villanelle as waves of pleasure rippled through her. With their chests brushing together, Eve wondered if Villanelle’s nipples were as hard as her own. She began tugging at the blouse to find out. She yanked at the material until it hung off Villanelle’s shoulder then she pulled down the cup of Villanelle’s skin coloured bra so it hung inside out. She cupped Villanelle’s bare breast and squeezed, her pebbled tip pushing against Eve’s palm.
This still wasn’t enough. Eve pushed her body firmly into Villanelle’s as if they could mould together and be one. “Harder,” she asked. “Villanelle, I…I need you.”
Villanelle moved faster then, squelching in and out of her, her thumb curling up to press against her clit. Nonsense flew from Eve’s mouth, then she placed wet kisses along Villanelle’s neck, her hips fucking in time to Villanelle’s fingers until the spasms built.
Eve shuddered and clung onto the woman in front of her. She rocked her hips until the pleasure subsided, but didn’t move even after Villanelle had withdrew her hand. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” she said, tugging Eve against her chest.
For a moment, they were still, but it wasn’t long until Eve began to play with Villanelle’s nipple. It hardened from her touch, leaving her wondering what else she could get Villanelle’s body to do. Eve had barley noticed that Villanelle had changed, but it was a small blip on her radar when she began to undress her.
Once she was done, Eve took a step back to appreciate her. “Stay there,” she ordered.
Villanelle was naked except for the blouse that hung loosely around her shoulders. Eve put it back on because she though it looked hot. It concealed a small amount of her breasts and sides, but Eve could only admire the way it made her look. “That’s my girl,” Eve soothed, trying something, and when Villanelle swallowed and her eyes fluttered, she knew she had hit the mark.
Eve slipped off her pants then chucked the rest of her clothes onto the ground. Now naked, she slipped her hands onto Villanelle’s hips, caressing with her thumbs. As Eve was momentarily satisfied, she could finally take her time.
Her right hand moved over Villanelle’s thigh, then she stroked the soft, damp curls before the tips of her fingers moved lower. “It’s my turn,” Eve said, cupping her as Villanelle whimpered.
Eve had imagined all the ways Villanelle would take charge in the bedroom, and how much Eve would enjoy it, but she also imagined what would cause that power to shift, and although Eve desired to fuck her until Villanelle couldn’t remember her name, this was almost better.
“Eve,” Villanelle whispered.
Eve curled around her body and kissed her neck, sucked on it. The tips of her fingers grew wetter by the second, gathering in the crook of them, but she didn’t move them. Her lips made a wet trail along Villanelle’s jaw before briefly kissing her lips. As much as she wanted to ravish her, Eve relished in taking her time.
Their eyes met and Villanelle began to tremble. Only then did Eve push inside of her, slowly at first, but when she realised how slippery her walls were, how they stretched to accommodate her, did she push two fingers all the way in.
Villanelle shuddered. “Eve, I—”
“Shh Baby. I’ve got you.”
Eve kissed her whilst her fingers moved at a steady pace. Pressing her elbow against the wall just behind Villanelle’s head, she used her free hand to stroke the back of Villanelle’s neck. Their foreheads pressed together, and their eyes were locked as Eve took her.
They’d felt connected before now, but as Villanelle bucked from the wall, the tops of her thighs rubbing against Eve’s with each thrust, Eve had never realised how right their connection had always felt. Not until she realised she could never stop getting her fill of Villanelle, how she wanted to explore every inch of her body and pick apart of thought in her brain.
Villanelle slipped a hand between them to rub at her clit. “I’m—I’m…” she buckled against the wall, wetness and warmth flooding to Eve’s palm. After a few moments, Eve withdrew her hand, but she wasn’t nearly done with her.
Before she could make another move, Villanelle shoved against her shoulder, matching her step for step until the backs of Eve’s legs hit the bed. “Time to make you see stars,” she said and Eve shivered.
Villanelle pushed her backwards, flung off the blouse, and before she knew it, one of her legs was bent over Villanelle’s shoulders, the pads of Villanelle’s fingers digging into her thigh, and her hands fisted the sheet and Villanelle’s hair as she pressed the flat of her tongue against Eve’s centre and licked and sucked until Eve’s hips were lifting and she was thrashing against Villanelle’s mouth chanting eat my pussy, oh god Villanelle, eat me, until she orgasmed with everything she had.
There was hardly time to recover. Villanelle kissed up her sweaty torso, pushed her lips to Eve’s, sharing the taste of her, and slipped her fingers back inside. “I love it when you’re full of me,” Villanelle whispered, and Eve whimpered, her thighs shaking, but she managed to shift them enough so she could slip a hand between them and slip into Villanelle.
“I want to come when I’m inside you,” Eve said, looking her dead in the eyes.
Villanelle buried her head in her neck, already rocking against those fingers. The back of her hand was pressed against the bed, middle two fingers still inside Eve, and she realised it would be up to her to make herself cum on them.
They rocked simultaneously, the bed squeaking with each movement, caught each other’s lips and pressed them to bare skin, and whilst they were buried inside each other, the weight of Villanelle pushing Eve into the bed, Eve thought that they were almost close enough. She grabbed Villanelle’s ass, fingers digging in and pushed her towards Eve’s body, to those fingers, and Villanelle responded by twisting her hand and pressing her thumb to Eve’s clit.
The orgasm crashed through Eve first, and her hips bucked up into the solid body above her, and although her entire body had turned soft, she managed to flip Villanelle onto her back. There was a protest that lasted ten seconds before Eve placed herself between Villanelles legs.
The smell of her was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It made her tilt her head closer and press her lips into the soft folds. Wetness spread against Eve’s mouth, Villanelle’s she reminded herself. Her arms wrapped around Villanelle’s toned thighs to keep her legs spread, then Eve consumed every inch of her as she could.
It took a while. Villanelle had been more direct with her, but Eve wanted to enjoy ever last second. Her tongue pushed inside, nose pressed up against her centre, and with her eyes closed, Eve finally felt that closeness she’d been after. She dragged her tongue upwards, shivering at Villanelle’s moans and continued to explore until she was certain Villanelle was attempting to fuck her mouth.
Eve welcomed it, continued until Villanelle’s fingers painfully fisted into her hair and her moans were squeaky. Villanelle’s thighs shook then her whole body spasmed before she flopped against the bed with a thud.
Eve laughed, the taste of her filling her mouth, and began to crawl back up the bed. She could probably keep going, fuck and be fucked all night, but they could take a moment to rest, collect themselves, but one thing she knew for sure—
“We’re doing that for the rest of our lives,” Eve said, hovering above Villanelle, and her eyes lit up, before she tugged Eve back in for a long, drawn out kiss.