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You know just what to say, things that scare me
I should walk away, but I can't move my feet
The more that I know you, the more that I want to
Something inside me's changed
I was so much younger yesterday
I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you
I don't need any butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo
By the way, right away, you do things to my body
I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you
Eve, are you genuinely giving me the silent treatment? Villanelle's deep, hoarse voice questions as she sits beside Eve, a flippant MI6 agent with a gun pressed against her chest. "I did what I had to for our survival," Villanelle grunts, feeling Eve's gentle touch on her scratched jaw and bruised lips. Both exhale deeply and take steady sighs. "Are you going to shoot me?" Villanelle's husky voice asks as tension mounts from Eve's seething anger. "I want to do more than just shoot you," Eve quietly protests, lying next to the cold-hearted assassin dressed in a loose brown shirt, skinny blue jeans, and black ankle boots. Villanelle's warm hands glide over Eve's as they rest on the expensive bedspread made in Spain—Eve and Villanelle shiver, swallowing hard, trying to take a deep breath. "You're adorable; you’re mad," Villanelle's thick voice playfully teases Eve with a hint of optimism.
"You don't think I can shoot you, Eve's gruff voice questions. In truth, Both former agents of MI6, Eve and Villanelle, mulled over life away from criminalities. However, Villanelle's mind cultivated a plan for them to escape the twelve and tour the world and contemplations their love's flourishing. Regardless, Eve sat up from the comfortable bed and slapped Villanelle. Villanelle's hands intertwined tightly with Eve's trembling hands. "Shoot me, Eve, Villanelle's smoking voice grumbled, licking Eve's gun passionately.
Moreso, Villanelle squatted down to Eve's eye level. "Come on, Eve, Villanelle's smokey voice grunted. "You're sick, Eve's clear voice shouted, shrugging her shoulders. Villanelle grabs her wristed, pleading for more. "Don't you dare walk away, Villanelle's gravel voice demanded the MI6 agent to stay put.