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The kiss, when it came, felt as natural as rain water to her.
Eve looked at her with razor-sharp focus just before, pulling her in. Villanelle had waited a long, long time for this. Their lips met for the first time in a year, only this time there was no friction between them anymore. Eve’s hand came up to touch the side of her face and Villanelle’s automatically touched Eve’s. The feeling that rocked her was indescribable, like fire and ice at once. She felt it pounding in her chest, in her stomach, in her groin. Eve.
They both pulled back but not apart. The closeness she felt was intoxicating but Villanelle paused, hand against Eve’s neck. Eve did not pull away either. Villanelle registered the subtle shock of it on her face and the tiny gasps from Eve’s parted lips.
She felt drunk.
Her brows furrowed as she wondered for the briefest second if this was really happening. Her feet were still on the ground, weren’t they?
Eve gave a quick smile, once, twice. Her gaze never wavered. Encouraged, Villanelle crushed their mouths together again, fuller this time. Eve leaned into it immediately and oh, this was really happening.
Villanelle moved an arm behind Eve, then back to her face, needing to feel the shape and solidity of her. Eve’s hands soothed over her back. They came back to her face, pushing back blonde hair to touch her cheek.
She needed to breathe at least once so they broke away again. Eve mirrored the smile on her face. For some reason that was what did it. Something in her broke and fell away. Euphoria flooded her system and she let it, kissing Eve with more rigor this time. Their bodies were crushed impossibly close and it was all Eve, Eve, Eve.
Eve started to chuckle in her throat. Somehow Villanelle knew it was a happy sound. She was grinning even as they were still kissing. Their feet moved toward the camper van, bodies still entangled as they walked like drunken lovers in the middle of the road. That’s what they were, she supposed.
When at last they pulled apart she was ecstatic to see a broad, toothy smile light up Eve’s face. She felt good. Really good. Feeling impish, she gave Eve’s ass a light smack. Still smiling, Eve smacked her back. How ridiculous they were. She didn’t care. They reached the van. She opened the driver’s door, scarcely paying attention. Her eyes were on Eve as Eve put distance between them, the cumbersome van in the way. Nope.
Villanelle slammed the door shut and rushed around to the passenger side. She grabbed Eve by the waist and under her jacket, fingers accidentally tickling her. A delighted peal of laughter came out of Eve’s mouth. Villanelle backed Eve up into the van. They skirted between the front seats and into the back where a sleeping cot lay. Eve couldn’t get enough of her mouth. The feeling of being wanted, truly wanted, only added to the euphoric, intoxicated feeling already pumping through the blonde’s veins.
But as much as Villanelle wanted to fuck Eve as soon as possible she instead said in a low, raw voice,
“You owe me, Eve.”
Eve paused and looked at her. It was impossible for Villanelle not to notice the flush on her cheeks, how heavy her eyes were.
“Is that so?” responded Eve. There was a touch of cockiness in her tone.
Villanelle took both of Eve’s wrists and pushed her against the camper, pinning her there. Eve sucked in a sharp breath. Villanelle’s pupils were huge as she bent her head and inhaled Eve’s scent under her jaw, just as she had done to Eve against a refrigerator long ago.
“Yes,” Villanelle answered. “You were mean to me in that hotel room, you know. It was rude. And you had me arrested.”
Her breath was against Eve’s cheek. Her tongue licked behind Eve’s ear and Eve shuddered visibly, legs going weak. She forced out a soundless laugh.
“That’s true.”
“I want you to make me feel good.”
Villanelle pulled back to look at her. Her voice, raw and deep and with her accent, made the wetness pool between Eve’s legs. God, how she wanted Villanelle to fuck her right now. She had not the slightest doubt the woman would give her a fantastic orgasm. But Villanelle was right. She had been an asshole, hadn’t she? And now it seemed she was offered a priceless opportunity.
Eve’s eyes swept over Villanelle and the shapeless, colorless jumper suit-whatever she wore. She wanted it off.
“What can I do?” she asked.
Villanelle’s lips curved upward and she bit her lower lip.
“Anything you want.”
The three words left her speechless. She had finally felt on equal ground with Villanelle already, but now, in this intimate space, Villanelle was conceding her power. To Eve.
Eve began stripping the clothes off the other woman, beginning with her coat. She rather liked the white tank top so she made Villanelle leave it on.
Everything else came off.
Villanelle was not shy as she lay down on the cot. Eve shed her own coat, shoes, and pants before eagerly hovering over the blonde. Their lips crashed again. Eve felt the same hot chills shoot down her body as she had during their kisses outside. Truthfully she didn’t feel like she knew what she was doing, but Villanelle made her feel comfortable and wanted. Needed.
So she found the hot and wet space between the other woman’s legs and discovered everything she could.
Villanelle was beginning to writhe under her touch, her breath hitching and becoming shaky. Eve almost moaned herself when she heard her name being muttered over and over again. Several times Eve came up to kiss her fiercely, their mouths colliding with little rhythm or style but neither woman caring. Each time she broke physical contact with Villanelle’s sex Villanelle groaned and guided her fingers down again. Eve watched her. She was as fascinated now as she had been when Villanelle had thrown her against the fridge and pressed a knife against her. Now, those sexy, predatory and superior features were in the throes of barely contained lust. Villanelle fisted the edge of the cot, other hand gripping Eve’s hair, eyes barely open.
“Eve, oh fuck…”
She was so close. Eve kissed her mouth.
“I’m yours, you know,” she whispered.
Villanelle opened her eyes wider, breathy smile appearing briefly on her face. Eve’s fingers found her clit and stayed there, moving faster and faster. Villanelle made a broken noise. She moved her hips, begging for more.
“Say you’re mine,” said Eve. “Tell me you’re mine and then you can come.”
“I’m…oh…”
Eve slowed down and Villanelle’s face winced painfully, the grip in Eve’s hair becoming tighter.
“Eve, please…”
“Say it for me.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours, oh fuck, I’m yours!”
Eve slid down her body and pressed her tongue into Villanelle once again. Within seconds her thighs locked up and she heard Villanelle gasp, felt her body go rigid. She twitched against Eve’s mouth as Eve worked her through it.
Eve came up and lay beside her. They had to face each other on the cramped cot. Eve broke out in a grin that the blonde instantly echoed, eyes still blown back.
Villanelle wrapped her arm around Eve’s waist. She curled in a bit and sighed.
“I am yours and you are mine. What boring Valentines we make.”
Eve snorted. She felt elated, but she was in no mood to fall asleep. Luckily neither was Villanelle. After a few minutes she pinned Eve’s wrists above her head and threw a leg across Eve’s waist, straddling her.
“Your turn,” she said.
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