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It felt off character for her, being here with Villanelle, the murderer, the psychopath, the criminal, but also the woman constantly in her thoughts for the last few…years? At this point she doesn’t even care anymore; it’s been too long already. Feels like it was a life ago that she has been delivered this case to work on, a sequence of murders happening around the world, The Twelve, Bill, Carolyn, Konstantin… They all seem like insignificant figurants in a bigger script, bigger than Eve Polastri could have imagined back in the day.
Now, after all that happened, everyone she has lost and left behind because of her , it seems like a full circle moment that they are here now, together, alone , at last.
The van is parked a couple streets away from the hotel, Villanelle said it was safer to leave a stolen car away from them, just in case . The hotel was as simple as it gets , paid in advance, cash, “no credit cards” Villanelle also said, not like she need to warn Eve, as she is way more experienced in this way of living at this point, hence , it’s been years.
It’s middle afternoon, but it sounds quiet in the room, they didn’t turn the TV on, Villanelle just threw her body heavily on the bed, boots and all, claiming she was too tired from driving all morning and saying that Eve was going to drive next, to which Eve just smirked as she sat down on the edge of the bed, rethinking the fact that they got a double room with just one bed.
“What’s the plan?” Eve asked after a few minutes.
“No clue, I was occupied getting us back to civilization.”
“And who’s fault it is that we had to find our way back from a fucking island in the middle of fucking nowhere?”
Villanelle groaned and turned around, belly up , crossed her feet one above the other, boots still on. “It was never going to work right? Me and her?”
“Who? That wannabe woodswoman? Sorry about it, honey, but no.”
“Yes, I guess she’s just too… Controlling. And you are right, she lived too far away from everything.”
“I am what? Please repeat I don’t think I heard you properly.”
Villanelle just used the pillow under her head to hit Eve’s side, holding a laugh , the pillow forgotten on the floor.
“Stupid bitch. By the way, I liked the wild Eve thing that happened there, you seem to finally be finding your strength huh.”
“Finding my strength, what the hell? I’ve always been strong, excuse me.”
“Yes, you are strong, a very strong woman.” Her accent got thicker around the words, and she was sitting now , facing Eve from the top of the bed. “But you needed to get over whatever you had going on to actually be able to use your strength, and you got there now, haven’t you?”
“I guess… We changed.”
“We did.”
“You still in church?”
“Fuck no.” Villanelle relaxed, pulling the other pillow and using it as support behind her back. She put both hands behind her head and looked upwards. “It was very… Revealing though.”
Eve waited for a continuation that didn’t come, Villanelle seemed thoughtful, and not that talkative, not like she used to. Eve caught herself wanting things to be like they used to for a moment , however she didn’t admit it .
“ I’m glad that we changed .”
Oksana did not respond to that. Just kept staring at the ceiling.
Eve was staring at the blonde woman, she even looked different from when she saw her the first time, blonder, thinner, and she looked more mature, more… hurt.
“Are you glad about it?” Eve had to ask.
“I don’t know. At least this time I got to kiss you, didn’t I?” And there was, the smirk, the playful tone. Eve knew she was waiting to bring this back.
They didn’t do much in the van, after the first kiss, just shared a second, third, fourth… Until Eve felt Oksana’s hands getting way too out of control underneath her shirt, that was her clue to stop it. They had to carry on as the road back to London was long and she didn’t want to spend another night out in the woods. Villanelle just agreed and spent a few minutes trying to fix her hair before going back to the driver’s seat. The rest of the trip was silent, looks doing the talking between them .
Eve felt herself blushing, for the first time she couldn’t sustain her stare and had to look down at the floor, conveniently a coffee stain on the beige carpet caught her attention before Villanelle continued.
“Anyway, can we get a continuation of that?” Villanelle said after Eve’s silence lasted.
“A coffee first sounds better.”
“Are you for real?”
“Or maybe tea, I’m feeling Brit today.”
Villanelle groaned and got up , murmuring something about needing a lighter as she got out the room, leaving Eve on her own.
For a while Eve could never, in her craziest dreams, imagine that she and Oksana would ever get together. They were not the type to get together , and then what? Go on dates? Get married? No, she never hoped for that. At this point she knew exactly how she felt about the Russian assassin, knew how to be manipulated and how to manipulate too, she could be impulsive but controlled.
However, why was she restraining herself? It came to her that she was torturing herself more than Oksana , and to hell with that.
Villanelle returned about fifteen minutes later, two coffees in paper cups and a brown paper bag.
“Doesn’t look good but I thought you should be hungry.” She said leaving everything on the tiny counter by the wall closer to the door , a surprised gasp left her lips before she was hugged by Eve. A simple, tight and long hug . The Russian reciprocated.
“What’s about?” She had to ask when the short woman finally let her go, still holding her shoulders like she couldn’t bear with letting her go entirely, not yet.
“Just felt right.”
Villanelle seemed affected by that gesture trough the next few minutes as they ate and had their coffee. It was donuts, she brought old as hell donuts for them to eat. For sure it wasn’t good, but it was sweet and paired well with the bitter hotel coffee.
“Hey, look what I found in that hippies van.. ” Oksana took a joint out of her pocket . “Wanna smoke it?”
“Jesus, it’s been ages since I smoked weed.” Eve started laughing, knowing it was such an Eve thing to say that.
“I’m not surprised, I’m sure you and your boring as fuck ex husband never did this kind of thing huh?”
“What? Getting high after having the worst coffee ever?”
“ Yes , and then having sex while high too.”
“Is that what you wanna do?” That simple question changed the mood in the room, Eve did her best to keep her stare, and that was good cause she saw the way Villanelle just devoured her with her look, gazing up and down a few times before saying, accent thick and voice cracking.
“ I’ve wanted it for ages.”
That was a hint for Eve, and new Eve surely knew how to take a hint, and a few punches too, she looked at the blonde’s lips, eyes, then lips again, she was going to say something, she had no idea what, but she really wanted to say something, guess it was too late as Villanelle had her lips against her in a second.
It was nothing like their first kiss, not so longed it became unexpected, not anymore. They kissed like they knew each other for ever. Eve melted, sighed and pulled blonde hair when she felt if on her fingers. They were sitting in bed, which probably made it easier for Villanelle to lay Eve down and get on top of her, not breaking the kiss that now was just a mess of pecks and tongue , hot and wet.
“Light it up already.” Eve had to push Villanelle by the shoulders for a moment, before she lost the moment.
The Russian sat back, breathing hard, cheeks a light shade of pink.
“ So you really going down this road huh. Eve Polastri .” She wasn’t mocking, nor surprised, it was an affirmation, like Oksana, finally, understood why Eve changed, why she rejected her at Rome , like all the moments they went trough before had led them to this afternoon, crappy hotel room, tired and smoking stolen weed from the most annoying couple they ever met.
Eve didn’t cough after the first puffs, although it’s been a while , her smoker memory kicked in.
Villanelle looked high after only a couple hits, even her posture got more relaxed, as her eyes seemed heavier and the tension between them got thicker.
“Kiss me.” Eve asked as she put the joint out in the discarded coffee cup. Villanelle did with no hesitation .
They returned to their initial position, Villanelle on top of Eve, supporting herself with a sideways elbow. There was nothing more to be said. They closed their eyes and got completely lost in each other. They no longer needed sight to guide themselves, as their bodies were engraved in the photographic memory of their brains. They had always desired each other, but had to wait so long to meet, so many years for Eve, so many other people for Villanelle. People who never understood what they needed, people too mediocre, people lacking the necessary drive to follow an instinct more primal than modern society ; obsession, the fine line between what is necessary to live and the excess, the pleasure and the pain.
It was undoubtedly painful, both physically and emotionally. It cost Eve all the principles she swore to live by in the past. She was just an ordinary civilian, a privileged person, an empty shell obsessed with her work. Not that the innocent, abused, and exploited Oksana Astankova emerged unscathed. Her instinct is only fiercer, capable of pushing the limits of human capacity, to die or to kill. Villanelle was born out of the impossible decisions Oksana had to make to survive. So how could she not be transformed by it? Despite most of her primal characteristics being natural, the smallest and darkest part of her monstrosity is merely a reflection of the one who created her.
Eve regained a sense of control over her body as Oksana's skillful lips approached the most sensitive part of her being. She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment when she undressed herself or when was undressed by the Russian, but she felt the need to explore the other body in the same way. With immense self-control, Eve used her free hand, lost in the blonde hair, to detach Oksana's mouth from her exposed breasts.
"Take off your clothes," Villanelle moaned softly probably on purpose, and then obediently complied, rising and removing piece by piece of her outfit while Eve laughed uncontrollably on the bed.
Her next moment of full awareness came when the blonde was already between her legs, and everything she felt was channeled into the points of contact between them. It was almost an out-of-body experience as Eve saw herself writhing and being restrained by an arm over her belly. She heard herself uttering incomprehensible half-words, murmurs, and sharp moans from the depths of her throat. She felt as if she were floating around herself, unable to concentrate on anything other than what anchored her in reality—the fervent and fulfilling touch of Villanelle, which seemed to be everywhere at once, completing her. For a few long moments, she didn't feel empty but rather whole.
When she came to her senses, her face lit up with a smile that she hadn't felt herself have in a long time. The over painted mold stains on the ceiling suddenly seemed very amusing to Eve, and she found herself laughing out loud.
"What's so funny?" Villanelle embraced her, nuzzling her nose into the older woman's neck, clearly snuggling up to her.
"I don't know, everything, you," Eve replied, turning to hold Oksana's face in both hands and placing kisses all over her features until reaching her eager, waiting mouth.
"Take it easy, give me a second," Eve stepped back, still smiling foolishly.
"I'm afraid we don't have that much time if you still insist in this grand revenge of yours ," Villanelle said, trying to kiss her again.
"We'll have all the time in the world after this, Vil. All the time in the world to get high, travel, have sex, and whatever you want. I promise," Eve sealed the promise with another kiss before getting up and heading towards the bathroom.
A few moments later, they set off to meet Carolyn at the MI6 agents' bar.