Eve is captivated by this gorgeous, tender, and exquisite "being" that repeatedly passes through her head. She takes a lengthy shower while thinking about Villanelle, and finds comfort in the knowledge that she can survive whatever lies ahead.
The water envelops her in a cocoon of warmth, but it is her strength and courage that allows Eve to step out of the shower feeling renewed and ready to confront Villanelle. The sight of Villanelle always gives her a rush of adrenaline, but it is the knowledge that she can take on whatever comes the way that fills her with newfound power and hope.
Villanelle loves, Eve. She thinks the MI6 agent has simply moved on from her. Because after the murder in Amsterdam, Eve doesn't appear at the scene of the crime. And the young assassin feels a hurt in her heart that she can't ignore, and it causes a whirlwind of feelings. She walks inside an art gallery, and as she wandered the halls, looking at the photo exhibition, her mind kept returning to the events of the night before.
Villanelle's gaze is lost in one of the photographs, her thoughts turning to the mystery of how someone could capture such a moment in time and display it with such emotion in a single image. Before the red light kills, Konstantin took her to a wonderful museum, but she was too oblivious to Eve, trying to find inspiration and a way to impress her. And she is now looking at this photograph, drawn to it, and she has questions, and art is a refuge right now.
Villanelle walked slowly towards a picture that appeared to move and hum with its energy as Eve, who had traveled all the way from London, watched Villanelle enter the gallery with intense curiosity, her eyes never leaving the young woman's body.
Villanelle felt her heart race and a warmth spread across her chest as she looked into the Asian woman's eye, filled with emotion and something unsaid that neither of them was yet able to understand.
"Do you like what you see?" Villanelle felt as if a sudden clarity had come over her, as she slowly nodded in agreement and stepped closer to the portrait.
Eve paused before leaning in close to whisper something in her ear.
"I came all the way to be with you,"
Eve traveled from London to meet the woman she loved, but was it too late? She didn't know what she would say, but she knew that this was her last chance
The Russian assassin was heartbroken. She decided she was going to treat her like a stranger, "A beautiful stranger."
"It's like possession, isn't it, Eve?" And yet here she was, facing the prospect of being treated like someone she didn't know. She felt conflicted about the idea of being so far away from someone she loved, but she believed that it would be the only way for her to deal with her emotions.
The words escaped her lips, Her looming presence at her shoulder had summoned them.
How so? Two velvet syllables warmed the pit of her throat like cognac She had decided to move away from the person she loved, yet she felt that it was the only way for her to come to terms with her conflicting emotions.
Oksana concentrated her attention on the naked embrace between the frame lovers. Her arms were wrapped behind her back, hers paling her breasts, She was locked in ecstasy. Her gaze softened, and she swayed back and forth as if a single breath were the only thing tethering her to the ground She could feel the weight of her decision slowly melting away as the love between the frame lovers became more and more tangible to her.
A photo-image of two lovers at the point of orgasmic union, an image of union that was both tantalizing and dangerous in its raw sexuality. Villanelle's gaze was drawn to the figures of the couple, their movements timeless and eternal, and she felt a spasm of longing.
She clarified, her breath constricting in this stranger's posing show, that she is not possessed. not by Eve. It was an intoxicating combination of desire and fear, a captivating risk.
"This couple in the picture is a force outside themselves. Universal, Cosmic:
"Timeless," Villanelle added before she could cringe at her word, "irresistible." "Electricity surges through their veins," connecting them to something larger than life and all-encompassing, a power not entirely within our control or even our understanding.
"I want to feel that way, Eve," she thought, a whisper in the back of her mind, as she tried to contain and understand the feeling.
"The woman in the picture is in need, and that need is the accelerant—her lust. These lovers can't stop themselves. Their desire, love, and passion" seem to burn like a wildfire, consuming them in its heat and desire But what was the feeling that made her heart beat faster, and why was it so strong? Was it love, lust, or something more? Her heart felt like it was on fire, burning with a wild passion she had never known before
And then Eve and she got too close, and whoosh. Their passions—Villanelle's desire and Eve's need—grew into a raging fire that threatened to consume them both. They were enveloped in a fog of swirling embers, but rather than fear the flames, they embraced them.
The fricative sound shook her. Her nipples are the extension of her metaphor of having liquified her core. So, this solid wall of women was a poet. Their courage was inspiring and uplifting, as was the sight of them standing together in the face of danger while making love to their bodies and the world around them.
"I want that they have," Villanelle said, with something actively volcanic behind her hazel eyes. Eve observed that It was a peculiar sight, an undercover MI5 agent and an assassin standing in front of an art exhibition together, sharing a silent moment.
Villanelle's ecstatic heartbeat slowed as another emotion cast its shadow: rage. With an overpowering sense of anger, she could feel the heat of it searing through her veins. The faint flicker of the firelight gave an ethereal ambiance to the room, and despite herself, she couldn't help but be captivated by it.
Do you want that? what they have. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and her breathing stopped. What exactly do you want, Eve?
"I want you," but we're talking about a picture?
Yes, but we are also talking about us, Eve.
"Would you like what they have?" "Say it."
"Fuck "maybe"
"Come with me, Eve. You can't admit to yourself or me that you love me, but you can admit to yourself and me that you want to have sex with me right now. I can see it in your eyes, since the day we met, and we will inevitably have to come face to face with our desires sooner or later.
"This is the time." I will not expect anything else from you, Eve, not more than what we both need right now. I can feel the electricity between us, pulsating with every second that passes, and we both know that it's time to finally act on our yearning.
Villanelle's scent, slender body, racing heart, fight, or right?" She pulled out her lips. Eve wrapped her hand around Villanelle and said, "Okay." She had no idea what would transpire, but she trusted that she would accept Villanelle's open invitation.
"Let's do this." With a determined expression on her face, the MI5 agent stated.
Villanelle ripped up Eve's tank top, hooked her neck, and grabbed her tits, plucking them free from their best satin cups to enjoy an unrestricted tongue, lapping her breasts and her nipples as she let out deep, sultry sighs. The restroom stall was white porcelain on a black tile, each surface polished to a sheen. When she put herself there, she could see herself in outline. Her persistent shove caused her ass to become pressed up against the wall, her arms spread, and her body braced.
"Fuck, I want you," she yelled. With her eyes closed, she could almost hear the beat of the music playing in her mind Her breath was slow, her heart pounding, as she savored the feel of the cold wall against her body.
Eve felt the adrenaline pumping through her veins and the rush of lust wash over her as Villanelle explored her body with vigor. Villanelle paused briefly and looked up at Eve, her eyes ablaze with raw desire. With a husky voice, Villanelle whispered, "I'm going to make you feel so good," before diving back into her exploration of Eve’s body Eve felt a wave of pleasure cascaded through her, knowing that Villanelle meant every word
She was licking her jaw. Her skirt peeled upwards over her nearly naked ass, wrapping around her waist and yanking aside her soaked strip of pants. To expose the lips she had waxed just days before her solo cultural excursion, and the trails of hair that trickled down her thighs, each one tickling her senses in turn as she slowly began to move her hands along her body, exploring the landscape of pleasure that was now opening up to her
"Oh, my God," Eve muttered at the sour sound of Villanelle's trousers unfastening, at the release of whatever had been bulging beneath, at the upper portions stepping against her lower spine, and then she pressed them up against her, pillowing her bare cheeks as she stood there in anticipation
Oksana moaned and pushed a thick silicon cock and Eve's steeliness against the warm and slippery walls of her own body. She felt the fervor that seemed to come from within and fill her, and she wanted it even more as she exhaled and started to move her hips in a rhythm that seemed to match the pounding of her lust.
It felt like every part of her body was melting and sharpening at the same time, creating a beautiful pain that was both overwhelming and pleasurable.
"You want me."
"Yes"
"You always wanted me to fuck you hard." Her desire for him intensified with every passing second, and her body started to move on its own, completely under a spell. Oksana felt her heart racing as she moved, her breathing becoming more ragged with each passing second
Finding the friction between them irresistible, she accelerated as she realized the extent of her desire as if it had only just now revealed itself to her Releasing her hips, she pushed them against Eve's own, grinding and moving them in tandem, as they explored each other’s desires in perfect synchronicity Their bodies becoming more and more in tune, they moved in a trance-like state of pleasure, as Eve moaned beneath her.
"Eve, that's what you're doing." Villanelle hissed in her ear, then drew back and fitted herself. Oksana could feel the sensations building inside of her, becoming more passionate with each thrust, and she moved with it, arching her body and pressing against Villanelle's as the heat inside her seemed to swell and burst with every movement.
Oksana felt her orgasm rip through her body like a wave, each motion bringing them closer to their climax as the heat and pleasure rose in her until they were both consumed in it, their cries and breaths filling the space between them
"This is exactly what I need," she said with a smile on her face. What shall I do to you,... She shafted as the cock clashed, piercing her like a sword, ramming her to fullness with a single mighty stroke. She felt a wave of pleasure ripple through her body, and with each movement, the intensity grew until it was almost unbearable
"You love this, don't you?" She nodded, her breathing becoming shallower and faster with every clash of the fat silicon cock "What shall I do to you?" Villanelle asked, their eyes meeting with a fiery intensity Her lips curled into a playful smile, and Eve responded with an eager nod.
She repeated. Her voice grew deeper with excitement as she continued to thrust inside her. Eve begged for more, her pleasure evident in the cries of bliss that echoed through the room as her body began to quiver.
"I can fuck you again," she said quietly into Eve's ear as she moved in and out of her Eve nodded and bit her lower lip, clutching tightly with each thrust
"God yes," Eve groaned, buried in her petite body's deepest caverns, as she stifled a pained scream of pleasure Villanelle's movements were fierce and relentless, intensifying with each thrust as her voice became louder and her passionate grunts echoed her own, as she hammered against her with all her might, unable to contain the fire that raged within her Their bodies were entwined in a rhythm of undulating motion as if a siren song was playing and they were drawn in by its call.
Villanelle moved her hands around Eve's body, exploring and tantalizing as she asked about
every inch of her.
"You're mine now." Eve felt the heat radiating off of Villanelle, and the passion in her words sent a thrill through her. She felt Villanelle's breath against her neck, and she felt the energy in each of their movements as she continued to be fucked, this time deeper and more aggressively than ever before.
Oksana's need to be in charge got stronger as she beat Eve and took charge of the situation.
"This delights you." She took pleasure in knowing that her dominance was turning heads, and it made her feel powerful and excited to continue pushing their boundaries.
Villanelle had never felt so alive, the thundering beat of ads pounding against her walls in all their fury as she threw her head back in pleasure and finally gave herself completely over to the experience.
The Asian woman called out her name as her body shivered with ecstasy, and Villanelle continued to slam against Eve's sex until their shared climax shattered them both into a million pieces, and more of Villanelle's body trembled in satisfaction.
With a quivering breath, Eve called out her lover's name as the intensity of pleasure rushed through her body and overtook them both.
Villanelle drew back and rushed again, this time more forcefully, her hands clamped on her lower belly, her massiveness stretching her out.
She took it all, juicing her from root to tip, her sex and all, setting the rest of her ablaze with nods and more. She clutched her tightly and fed herself to her, enraged by her sex, like a famished sucker, packing in all that Eve's fuckhungry body could take.
With each jolt, Eve's breathing became more erratic and deep, her cries growing louder as she flew higher and higher into an ocean of pleasure.
Both were done. She didn't care even then. She only wanted to feast her eyes—and her silicon—cock that had ravished the Asian woman with fabulous abandon. As the sweat rolled down their bodies, they locked eyes, and Villanelle grinned with a satisfied smirk.
God, it was as gorgeous in the stick's glinting aftermath as she had imagined it in a flitting, pumping glory, and it lasted a long time. At that moment, Villanelle was aware of a kind of leverage she had not experienced before the power to control Eve with her body.
"Maybe we can do this again," Oksana said, buckling her trousers, and she kissed her mouth before she left. Villanelle stayed there for a moment longer, letting the reality of what had just happened wash over her, At that moment, she felt a particular freedom and control unlike any she had experienced before.
"Villanelle!" "Where are you going?" Eve inquired. "I needed to see you; I love you," Eve stated. Villanelle smiled and brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear before she answered, "I don't believe a word you say,"
Villanelle felt a warmth in her chest and knew that she had been yearning for this moment, but this was not easy. She can't trust her heart, and Eve was too weak to allow her in. She looked away for a moment, the fear of trusting her heart again was palpable and too strong to ignore, but Eve could see it in her face—the longing and love that were in Villanelle's heart She looked at Eve, tears forming in her eyes.
"We are not the same, Eve," she said, her voice a broken whisper
"See you another time." "Or maybe not." Eve looked sadly at the woman in front of her, understanding the unspoken words.
Villanelle had finally broken away from the constraints that had held her back for so long, allowing her to make decisions for herself and feel a sense of control and liberation.
She caught her breath, adjusted her knickers, and cleaned up, heading for the shameless endorphins. promising herself some time for reflection over coffee on her way home.
She made one stop before leaving, at the gallery's gift shop. A memento. A print of her new favorite picture.