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The room fell silent as Eve absorbed the implications of Carolyn’s words. She looked back and forth between the others, searching for confirmation.
Is this actually happening?
“You’re kidding, right? Are we really going to let them take Villanelle? Do you even hear yourself, Carolyn?” She exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief.
Carolyn met her gaze with a steady determination. “It’s our only chance to infiltrate the Twelve. We need Villanelle to get us access.”
“She’s right,” confirmed Kenny, who was remaining silent for a while. When she looked at him with a frown, Eve noticed his apologetic gaze. “We were running in circles and all for nothing. This Helene sounds like she’s not the last person in the organization. If she has the power to give orders like this, then she is definitely higher in hierarchy then the Twelve’s handlers. Maybe she’s close to the top if not one of the main bosses.”
Eve couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You can’t be serious. You’re talking about using her like she's some kind of pawn. She's not a bargaining chip, she's one of us now!”
Kenny sighed in frustration. “Of course she’s not a pawn, Eve, but we need to think about the greater good here. The Twelve have been murdering, causing chaos and getting away with this for years . We might never get another chance like this.”
“Do I have a word in this?” Villanelle’s voice was both annoyed and tired. An assassin searched the room with her eyes, until it settled on Eve. “I won’t gonna lie that I’d love to run right into those assholes arms, but there’s literally nothing to lose, so chill . I’m gonna do it.”
Is she for real now? Motherfucker.
“What do you mean there’s nothing to lose? Your fucking life would be at stake–”
“Yes, my fucking life. Really, Eve, couldn’t you predict it coming?” The question made her freeze. Eve felt how the heart in her chest skipped a bit. The hell is she talking about?
An omega helplessly opened her mouth, but Villanelle kept saying “I’m their golden girl. One of the best. Did you really think they’d just let me go? It was a matter of time that they will try to recruit me back. The time has come and there’s two ways - either I’ll come back to them willingly or they’ll take me back by force. Probably dead then alive.”
“But–”
But I don’t want you to go.
“There’s no buts. I’ll go with Dasha.”
Eve just stared into Villanelle’s eyes, her emotions swirling within her. There was so much she wanted to say, but an assassin’s detached demeanor left her feeling helpless. Useless. She searched for a sign, any sign, that Villanelle might be bluffing, but there was nothing. Only a cool, calculating look that betrayed none of her true feelings.
She took a deep breath - her last hope, last chance to find something, anything in an assassin’s scent, but Villanelle’s smell was just like her eyes - empty.
Later that evening, Villanelle’s apartment was full with Carolyn’s agents.
“Konstantin would give us a sign, if Dasha reaches out to him for help to find you,” The plan was simple, yet she felt like it’s her debt to repeat it to Villanelle anyway. An alpha only nodded, watching the agents bugging her apartment with the same detached gaze. “We’ll be listening all the time, from this moment and until you leave with Dasha.”
If you leave with Dasha, she wanted to say. Hoped, even.
Eve raised her gaze from the tablet and hesitated for a moment “Are you sure you don’t want to wear an earpiece? We could always be in touch, even if it's a one-way line.”
Villanelle shrugged “What’s the point? If Dasha takes me to this Helene they’ll probably search me, so I’ll be inside on my own anyway. That could’ve worked the way it was in Rome, but if this prick Aaron was smart enough to not let me have an access to my stuff, the Twelve can’t be less smart either.”
“I could’ve come after you. You know, to cover your back,” muttered Eve quietly, avoiding her gaze. Yet again, she couldn’t look an assassin in the eye. “To help, if something goes wrong.”
“To bring me some bread with a microphone inside or to chop some prick with an ax kind of help?” asked Villanelle with a hint of joke in her voice.
Eve didn’t answer. The silence hung heavily in the room, like a stifling, oppressive blanket pressing down on everyone. Eve fidgeted awkwardly, her eyes avoiding Villanelle's gaze, while Villanelle’s expression remained impassive, as unreadable as it had been throughout the entire discussion at MI6.
Finally, Villanelle sighed, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Is that all? You already bugged all my stuff and set up surveillance. What's left to do?”
“Don't you- don't you want me to stay? For a bit?” carefully asked Eve, watching the agents packing their stuff and leaving the apartment. In the minutes, there was only her and Villanelle.
Villanelle shrugged, feigning indifference. “Why? To sit here and stare at each other?”
But there was something in the air, a slight change in Villanelle’s scent, a hint of vulnerability that betrayed her words. Left all alone with an omega, she couldn't fool the other woman that easily.
Eve just huffed in annoyance.
“You know, you can drop this whole I don't care act,” She interjected, her voice laced with quiet understanding. “You know I can smell you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Eve closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead. Why does it always need to be so difficult? She walked around the room, looking around at the apartment, as if she had seen it for the first time. She approached Villanelle's makeup desk and noticed along with the bottles of perfume and tubes a tiny medical jar. Her brows frowned and she took it in her hands.
Villanelle, who was watching her the whole time with curiosity, suddenly appeared by her side and snatched the jar with the playful expression “Eve! A little respect for the other's privacy?”
Are you for real?
“Hey, you know that Amanda is my doctor too. So I already know about your need to give her– a sample.”
“To jerk off in the jar, Eve,” she poked at an omega's side, making Eve give her an annoyed look. “As if this whole rut-thing woulnd't be strange enough without it.”
“Yeah, about it. What if you are still with the Twelve when your rut kicks in?”
Villanelle just shrugged, leaning against the desk. “What about it? I’ll lock myself in a room, I’ll deal with it.”
Eve’s patience strained to the limit finally snapped. “Yeah, right. You’re a responsible person, aren’t you? What if your mind will be cloudy and you’ll try to do something stupid, like run away in the middle of the night? Or what if you’ll try to find the nearest person to have relief?”
Villanelle’s eyes yet again turned empty. She dropped the jar back on the desk “I know. Which is why I asked you to spend it with me. To watch me. But you refused.”
She– wait, what?
“Hold on,” blinked slowly and took a step back. “When you said you wanted me to spend your first rut with you, you–”
“Wanted you to just be near me? Yes,” while Villanelle’s eyes remained empty, the scent became even more vulnerable. “I won't lie, Eve. I'd love us to have sex while I'm rutting, but honestly? I'm scared of this as fuck.”
Villanelle’s words made an omega's heart flutter. Stop it.
“You are?”
“I do. I'm not– It's not easy for me. All these emotions and now, with scents. I'm afraid that if I'll be in rut without something I know, something to comfort me, I'll totally go insane. That I’ll lose control.”
Without you to comfort me.
Eve’s annoyance slowly subsided as she realized the vulnerability behind Villanelle's words. An assassin's face was guarded and shielded with a blank expression, but her scent revealed all that was hiding behind this mask. And for the first time, Eve understood that the problems with Villanelle’s emotions were working in both ways. While an alpha was struggling with understanding others feelings, she also didn't know how to express her own. When she was wearing a chip, there were zero clues about her true feelings, so for Eve this facade was all she knew. That Villanelle truly doesn't feel anything, that all her expressions of emotions were for manipulation and nothing else. But now, when her pheromones were filled with concern, it was clear as day that Villanelle was telling the truth.
Eve took a deep breath, trying to find a suitable response. Her heart was beating faster, torn between the desire to comfort Villanelle and her own vulnerability.
“Villanelle,” she began, her voice soft. “You know... You know that I care about you, right? I don't want to see you hurt or struggling. But it's just- It's difficult for me to-”
An alpha's scent suddenly intensified, betraying her anxiety.
Eve’s jaw clenched when an alpha muttered quietly “But I killed Bill.”
She froze. The mention of Bill, the way Villanelle said his name, hit like a blow to the gut. The memories of his death still haunted her, the guilt and pain etched deeply into her mind and heart.
“Yes,” she managed to murmur, her voice strained. “You did.”
Villanelle simply nodded and turned around, avoiding an omega’s gaze, and made her way to the bathroom. She heard how the door closed behind an assassin and the room fell silent. Eve just stood there, her heart heavy with sorrow. After more than a year, Bill’s funeral still haunted her, as if he was murdered just a few days ago. And what Eve was doing? Pining for the woman who took his life.
She could faintly hear the sound of water running in the bathroom and she knew pretty good, that with the vulnerability Villanelle felt around her, Eve could easily do what she had promised a long time ago. She could kill her, she tried to when they laid together on an assassin’s bed in Paris. It would be easy to open one of Villanelle’s drawers and take a knife, just like before. To approach her slowly from behind, while an alpha showered and ran her hand down her spine. To make her feel safe, wanted . To let her guard down, while her other hand reached closer to the long, pretty neck and sunk the blade in, right through the artery. To watch her falling onto the marble floor, with palm pressing to the wound, trying to stop bleeding. To watch Villanelle dying. For Bill. For Gemma, too.
Eve’s hand laid on the handle. With a deep inhale, she quietly creaked the door open.
Villanelle was standing under the shower, with her back towards Eve. The water streamed over her body, running down her back like in small rivulets, catching the light and glistening on her skin. An assassin didn’t turn her head, didn’t say anything, but Eve knew that Villanelle noticed her. She could say it by the way muscles on an alpha’s back flex.
Eve took a step into the bathroom and closed the door behind herself. The room was filled with the sound of the running water, steam rising from the shower, and Villanelle’s scent, thick and heavy in the air. She could clearly sense Villanelle's curiosity. For a moment they just stood there, like a tableau, caught in the intimacy of the moment. Then, slowly, Eve stepped into the shower behind Villanelle.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she reached out and touched Villanelle’s shoulder blade. An assassin tensed slightly at the touch, her shoulders stiffening for a moment before she relaxed, leaning back slightly into the contact. Eve's hand traced a soft, exploratory path along Villanelle’s spine, drawing patterns across the warm and damp skin. The water cascaded over both of them, steaming with heat, and an omega felt her clothes quickly getting wet, clinging to her skin.
When an assassin finally turned her head and looked at her, Eve's breath hitched in her throat. The sight of Villanelle's face, with wet blonde hair stuck to her cheeks, and the water running down her chin was captivating. Her own heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of desire and guilt.
Eve swallowed hard as her eyes roamed over Villanelle's face, taking in every detail. Her hand continued to move slowly down Villanelle's spine, feeling the firm muscles underneath the smooth skin. The steam from the shower enveloped them both like a humid, intimate cocoon.
Her other hand find its way around an assassin’s waist and–
Villanelle’s eyes widened, when the very tips of Eve’s fingers pressed against the puckered skin on her stomach, just above her hip. The scar she gifted her.
In a swift motion, Villanelle grabbed Eve's wrist, her grip firm and possessive. And just like this, in the next moment, an omega’s back hit the tiles with a thud, making her gasp. She looked up at Villanelle, who’s scent got stronger, laced with dominance.
“What are you doing, Eve?” Villanelle asked her in a low voice, her accent getting thicker.
Eve’s mouth opened and closed helplessly. Really, what was she doing? One moment she fantasizes about slicing Villanelle’s throat open and the next she’s touching her. Without permission, without a word.
“I don’t know,” she answers honestly. Her eyes betrayed her, switching down for a brief moment, taking in an assassin’s naked body. And damn her, naked Villanelle was looking just fine. Tonned, but strong, her body wasn’t sculpted with muscles, but was nonetheless impressive. An omega felt a shiver run down her spine, when she felt fingers around her wrist closing tighter.
"You don’t know?” Villanelle echoed, her eyes narrow slightly. “You put your hands on me, touch my scar and you don’t know what you’re doing?”
Eve’s eyes widened as an assassin leaned in. She felt her nose brushing against the sensitive pulse point on her neck, felt how her nostrils flaring as the other woman inhaled deeply. By instinct, she leaned back, baring her neck to an alpha, who’s fingers grip on her wrist tightly. Villanelle smelled the faint scent of Eve’s arousal, mixed with the sweet and slightly musky scent of her pheromones. It was intoxicating, and an assassin couldn’t help but lean in closer, her nose nuzzling the soft flesh of Eve’s neck. She closed her eyes and muttered softly “You really love to give me mixed signals, do you?”
“I do?” asked Eve in a husky voice. She felt Villanelle nodding against her neck, the tips of her hair tickled her skin.
“You do.”
“Sorry, baby,” she noticed Villanelle’s body stiffening against hers. Before she knew it she already spoke again. “I don’t like it. The plan, I mean.”
“You came in while I’m showering to tell me that?” muttered Villanelle, nudging her chin with her nose. “This is so stupid.”
Villanelle leaned back, her eyes met with Eve’s.
“Tell me, what do you want, Eve,” she whispered with some kind of plea in her voice, making Eve’s heart sink. In Villanelle’s eyes, full with longing, she noticed a familiar sparkle. “Tell me, what do you want while I still can give it to you.”
You. I want you.
Villanelle blink when she felt how Eve’s other hand, free of her grasp, cupped her cheek. Without further ado, she leaned in, her lips meeting Eve’s in a soft, long kiss. Her grip on an omega’s wrist weakened and then she finally let go, instead gripping on the hem of Eve’s turtleneck, tugging it up.
The cloth fell on the floor with a wet sound, but neither of them cared. With shaking hands Eve helped her take the rest of her clothes, stucking for a while with her pants gripped her ankles too tight. When she was finally naked, an assassin paused, taking her in with hungry eyes. Eve felt the other woman's gaze burning her skin and she felt herself getting embarrassed. She knew she was older than Villanelle and her body probably not so fit and smooth anymore, but her concern was quickly erased, when Villanelle’s arms reached out and pulled her in a sensual embrace, her lips meeting hers in another kiss.
“You’re so beautiful,” muttered Villanelle, her lips grasing against Eve’s, catching the bottom one between her teeth and tugging it softly. “I want to devour you.”
Do it, please just do it, thought Eve, as her own hands сurled around Villanelle’s neck, letting the woman nuzzle into her neck again, breathing her in. She felt her solid thigh finding its place between her own, against her wetness and she gasped, pushing down on it, grinding slowly.
“I can’t get enough of your smell,” Villanelle’s soft murmuring, along with the greedy kisses down her neck didn’t help her at all. An assassin’s hand slid up her body, from hip to her breast, fingers squeezed her flesh gently. Eve’s back arched, her nails raked in Villanelle’s skin, when those long fingers circled her hard peak and pinched softly. One of her hands pulled at long blond hair, tugging an assassin’s head lower. Quickly understanding Eve’s silent plea, Villanelle obeyed, leaning in and catching her nipple between her lips, sucking on it.
“Oh, god. F-fuck, Villanelle,” Eve’s grip tighten, her nails deepen into the other womans back. Her hips began to grind a little harder against Villanelle’s thigh, but it wasn’t enough. She glided on to her too easily, too smoothly.
When Villanelle suddenly stood away, breaking the contact, she whined in frustration, ready to curse at an assassin.
She watched Villanelle stepping out of the shower, grabbing her phone from the pile of her clothes, typing something.
“Ugh, couldn’t it wait? Whatever it is?” she asked a bit harsher than she meant.
“I’m asking Kenny to turn off the cameras and bugs until tomorrow,” answered Villanelle, giving her a knowing smirk, which made Eve’s knee weak. “Making out in the shower is nice, but I prefer to have you in bed tonight.”
Their legs were stumbling when they made their way out of the shower. Once in the bedroom, Villanelle didn’t waste any time, hooking her arms under Eve’s thighs and carrying her to the bed as if she weighed nothing.
“Show off,” muttered Eve with a small smile, when her back hit the mattress, the sheets underneath her felt heavenly smooth and cold, cooling off the heat in her body.
“You love it,” said Villanelle confidently, quickly leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to the other woman's lips. She began to press one after another down Eve’s neck, until her mouth found the omega’s breast again. She pulled the hard nipple with her teeth, making Eve gasp loudly.
The ache between Eve’s legs was almost unbearable now. She felt her walls squeezing around nothing, demanding something to ease her arousal. Her head rolled back, pressing into the pillow, but then her nose caught another scent that made her blood boil even more, but not with excitement.
She groan and slapped Villanelle’s shoulder, her voice tremble with anger “Could’ve change the sheets after you fucked her.”
“Could’ve fucking you instead,” murmured Villanelle around her hard peak, as her hand found Eve’s other breast, giving it the same attention. “But you wanted to play a dickhead, so don’t blame me.”
She was right, of course she is and Eve knew it pretty well. Still, she couldn’t help herself, but let out more pheromones before grinding on the sheets with her body, making Villanelle laugh. She slapped her again.
“Shut up, asshole.”
“Stop marking my bed like a nasty dog and I will,” managed to answer an assassin between giggles. Her palms moved down Eve’s torso, caressing softly her abdomen, her hips and then laying heavily on her thighs. She pressed on them lightly, asking silently for Eve to open up for her. “Besides, don’t you remember? I’m not with them, when I’m with them.”
Eve’s eyes rolled in annoyance, though she did open her legs wider, letting the other woman lay between them. Her fingers slid into Villanelle’s damp hair, softly caressing her scalp, as Villanelle began to kiss her lower belly, moving lower and lower, until her nose brushed against Eve’s soft curls down there. The omega gasped and couldn’t help, but asked “How did you do this?”
“How did I do what?”
Eve’s jaw clenched “How you fucked her?”
She felt Villanelle’s hot breath on her clit and instinctively thrust her hips up.
“Do you really wanna know?” hazel eyes met her for a brief moment and Eve nodded slowly. Villanelle’s fingers tightened its grip on her thighs. “I bringed her here, laid her on my bed, undressed her–”
She was talking about fucking this waitress as if she was describing what she has eaten for lunch. Eve frowned and pulled harder on her hair, making Villanelle gasp.
“Ouch! Fine, I fucked her with my strap, are you happy now?”
Eve slowly shook her head. Her hand find Villanelle’s, their fingers interwands. She brings their locked hands between her thighs. An assassin’s gaze darkens, her fingers circle the other woman’s clit in slow, careful moves. “I was thinking about my rut. About how I’d fucked you if I could.”
Her touch became harder, the circles around Eve’s swollen nub tighter and faster, before she moved them lower and slipped one inside. A soft moan escaped Eve’s lips, as Villanelle finally lowered her head and pressed a kiss to her clit.
“I imagined doing it slowly and tenderly, but passionately. Couldn’t decide, though, how I’d like to take you first. Facing you or to be behind you, while you are on your hands and knees. To let you straddle and ride me, to use me until you cum or to press you hard into the bed and fuck you into the matress hard and fast.”
Her tongue swirled around Eve’s clit, sucking on it while her finger kept thrusting inside her, slow and steady. Gasping softly, Eve let go of Villanelle’s hair, her hands moved up her own body to grope her breasts, squeezing them roughly.
“Add another,” she asked breathlessly, her brown eyes glued to an assassin’s, who’s been devouring her pussy with her tongue in careful strokes of her tongue. Villanelle obeyed again, pulling back a little and thrusting back inside Eve’s dripping core with two fingers, making the omega whimper. “Ah- What did you choose in the end?”
“The last one.”
The image of Villanelle above her, pounding inside her violently, pressing her hard in the bed with all of her weight made Eve’s walls clench hard around an assassin’s fingers, which didn’t escape from the blonde. She sucked hard on Eve’s clit and hummed, her voice vibrating against the other woman’s nub “You’d like it, do you?”
Eve’s pussy clenched again, harder this time.
“Mhm– I hate, ah, the missionary,” she protested weakly. Her fingers pinched at her own nipples and her thighs trembled.
Villanelle’s eyes narrowed, the thrusts of her fingers became faster. In her scent Eve could’ve smell another note of possessiveness, much stronger than before.
“I think, you’ll change your mind when you’ll try it with me,” she said casually.
“Stop.”
Villanelle froze. Her fingers stopped, buried deep inside her, but still curling a little inside Eve. The tip of her tongue pressed against her clit for a moment longer, before she pulled her head back. Then, her eyes meet the omega’s, with a silent question. The woman's hand went from her breast back to Villanelle’s soft hair, slid down their length to her neck, until her fingers slightly pressed on her byte mark. An assassin's skin was burning hot and Eve could feel the fast flutter of her pulse under her fingers.
“Come up here. Show me how good you are.”