On a cold winter night in St. Petersburg, a clean layer of snow covered the city, making a scene that was both peaceful and ethereal. The large and fluffy snowflakes fell gently from the sky, like a soft whisper from the heavens above. Eve Polastri tracked Villanelle through the labyrinth of cobblestone streets and historic buildings, the sound of crunching snow underfoot echoing through the silent city, punctuated only by the occasional muffled car engine in the distance. The biting air nipped at any exposed skin, making Eve's breath materialize in the frigid air. The hazy glow of streetlights cast an otherworldly aura over the city, adding to the surreal ambiance. As Eve trudged through the snow, she could feel the cold seeping through her boots, chilling her to the bone. She wrapped her coat tighter around her, wishing she had worn more layers. But despite the cold, she couldn't help but feel exhilarated by the beauty of the snowfall. It was like a dream, a winter wonderland come to life.
As Eve Polastri tracked Villanelle through the labyrinth of cobblestone streets and historic buildings, the sound of crunching snow underfoot echoed through the silent city, punctuated only by the occasional muffled car engine in the distance. The biting air nipped at any exposed skin, making Eve's breath materialize in the frigid air. The hazy glow of streetlights cast an otherworldly aura over the city, adding to the surreal ambiance.
She knew Villanelle was close, and her instincts were leading her towards the Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood.
As she approached the church, she saw Villanelle standing there. Eve's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her , and she felt a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach. Villanelle smirked and beckoned Eve to follow her.
As Villanelle led Eve through the snow-covered streets of St. Petersburg, the looming structure of an opulent apartment building came into view. It was an impressive sight, with its grand façade and intricately carved stone details. The snow seemed to make it sparkle, casting a soft glow over the building and giving it an ethereal quality.
Eve steps inside, her eyes adjusting to the change in light. The contrast between the cold outside and the cozy warmth of Villanelle's apartment is stark, and it makes Eve feel at home. She turns to Villanelle, who has been watching her intently, and feels a pang of emotion. In that moment, she knew that she didn't want to leave.
Villanelle turned to face the brunette with a sly smile on her lips. "Eve, what a delightful surprise!" she drawled, her voice oozing seduction, circling her like a predator, her eyes glinting with mischief.
Villanelle motioned for Eve to remove her coat, and as she did, she felt the warmth envelop her body. The change in temperature made her feel instantly calmer, and the scent of the burning logs mixed with the light scent of perfume to make the room feel sensual.
As Eve strokes Villanelle's face again, their hands touch, and the warmth of the fireplace wraps them in a warm blanket. As they share a deep, passionate kiss, the taste of old red wine lingers on their lips. Villanelle's grip on her wrist loosened slightly, and Eve took the opportunity to pull away. As she moved back, she saw a flicker of emotion cross Villanelle's face—something that looked suspiciously like desire.
Villanelle's anger boiled over, and she took a step towards Eve. "What are you trying to do, Eve?
Eve didn't flinch. "No, Villanelle. I'm not trying to force you to be anything," she said, her voice steady. "If you don't want to be in my presence, I can leave." Villanelle's anger only seemed to grow, but before she could say anything, Eve turned on her heel and began to walk towards the door. But as she reached for the handle, she felt Villanelle's hand on her arm.
"Wait," Villanelle said, her voice softening slightly. "Don't go."
Eve turned back to face her, raising an eyebrow. "What changed your mind?" she asked. “You”
Villanelle's eyes were filled with a raw emotion that Eve had never seen before. Her shoulders were tense, and her hands were trembling ever so slightly as she poured their drinks. It was clear that something was bothering her, and Eve couldn't help but wonder what it was.
As Villanelle handed Eve a glass of whiskey, their hands brushed against each other, and Villanelle's gaze met hers. For a moment, they just stared at each other, and Eve felt like she could see through the mask that Villanelle had created to stay alive.
The intensity of the moment was palpable, and Villanelle fought to keep her composure. She took a deep breath, and her eyes darted away from Eve's gaze. "You're right," she said softly. "I shouldn't have reacted that way. I would like you to stay, Eve."
As Villanelle spoke, Eve saw the vulnerability in her eyes. It was clear that Villanelle was struggling with her emotions, still fighting against the attraction she felt towards Eve. But she was trying to be honest, to let down her guard and show a part of herself that she rarely shared with anyone.
Eve reached out to touch Villanelle's face, and she could feel the tension in her body. "You don't have to say anything," she reassured her. "Just let me be here with you."
Villanelle's eyes widened in surprise, and Eve could see the way that her hands trembled as she placed her glass on the table. It was clear that she was struggling with the intensity of her emotions, and the vulnerability that she was showing was both beautiful and heartbreaking.
As they gravitated toward the fireplace, Villanelle's authentic adoration unsettled her. Silent tears cascaded down her cheeks, and Eve held her close, feeling the warmth of her body against hers.
As the fire crackles and the sound of snowfall echoes through the city, Eve and Villanelle stand close, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. Villanelle's hands wander over Eve's back, her touch electric, and Eve can feel her own desire building with each passing moment.
But then, without warning, Villanelle pulls back slightly, her eyes searching Eve's face. "I'm scared, Eve," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm scared of what I feel when I'm with you."
Eve can see the fear and vulnerability in Villanelle's eyes, and she feels a pang of empathy for the enigmatic assassin. For so long, Villanelle has hidden behind a facade of confidence and bravado, but now Eve can see the cracks in that armor.
"It's okay to be scared," Eve whispers back, reaching up to stroke Villanelle's cheek. "I'm here for you, Villanelle. I won't let anything happen to you."
For a moment, Villanelle seems to relax, her body leaning into Eve's touch. "You're different than anyone else, Eve," she murmurs. "You make me feel things that I never thought were possible."
Eve can see the depth of feeling in Villanelle's eyes, and it takes her breath away. She can feel her own emotions building—a sense of tenderness and protectiveness welling up inside her.
"I'm here for you," she repeats, her voice steady. “Whatever you need, I'm here for you.”
As the warmth of the fire envelops them, Eve and Villanelle stand close, their lips just inches apart. The desire between them is palpable, and Eve can feel her heart racing as she leans in, capturing Villanelle's lips in a kiss that's both gentle and passionate.
Their lips meet, and it's as if everything else fades away. The sound of snowfall outside, the crackle of the fire—all of it fades into the background as they share this moment together.
Eve can feel the heat of Villanelle's body against her own, and she presses closer, deepening the kiss. Villanelle answers eagerly, and her own desire shows in the way she pulls Eve closer and runs her hands over her back.
For a moment, nothing else exists but this kiss and this moment between them. And as they pull away, gasping for breath, Eve can see the intensity of emotion in Villanelle's eyes.
"Stay with me," Villanelle whispers, her voice low and husky. "Stay with me tonight, Eve. Don't leave."
Eve doesn't hesitate. She knows that this is what she wants—what she's been craving since the moment she met Villanelle. So she nods, a small smile on her lips, and follows Villanelle deeper into the apartment, closing the door behind them as she does so.
***
Suddenly, Villanelle stopped walking and turned to look at her. "I need you she whispered, reaching forward and brushing a stray strand of hair from Eve's face. "Please come here."
Without hesitation, Eve stepped into Villanelle's arms, savoring the sensation of being embraced by this woman, who was more than capable of killing her if she wanted to. It was really strange: Villanelle was undeniably dangerous, yet there was also an undeniable innocence about her, too. A kind of purity.
Villanelle ran her fingers along Eve's neck. Then, slowly, her hands wandered across Eve's back, lingering on the swell of her hips, and Eve felt herself begin to tremble slightly.
"Your clothes are wet," Villanelle remarked, pulling away slightly. "Come with me."
Eve followed the tall woman as she led the way to the bedroom, pausing briefly to turn off the overhead light as she went. Once she had shut the door behind them, Villanelle gently pushed Eve onto the bed, kneeling beside her as she undid her boots, her fingertips trailing lightly against Eve's thighs.
Villanelle removed Eve's coat and the rest of her garments, her hands caressing Eve's skin. She felt the silkiness of Villanelle's hands against her stomach, and she could feel her own desire growing as Villanelle continued to explore her.
Then, suddenly, Villanelle leaned forward and kissed Eve's shoulder, eliciting a gasp from Eve. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around the taller woman's neck, holding on tight as Villanelle explored further, kissing down Eve's collarbone and moving her hands lower as she traced her fingers over Eve's breasts.
At last, Villanelle broke away, gazing intently at Eve with lustful eyes. "Do you want me?" she asked quietly, her voice husky. "Tell me."
Eve nodded enthusiastically, unable to take her eyes off Villanelle's body as she moved closer, her hands sliding underneath Eve's shirt, her fingernails grazing across Eve's abdomen as she lowered her head to kiss her again.
This time, Villanelle didn't wait for Eve to respond, instead pressing her lips against Eve's chest as she trailed kisses across her skin, teasing her nipples. She could hear Eve's breathing grow heavier, her heartbeat quickening, and she smiled wickedly, knowing exactly where she wanted to go next.
With a swift movement, Villanelle grabbed Eve's hand and tugged it upward, guiding her palm towards her own breast. She could feel the heat emanating from Eve's touch, her own body responding instantly to Eve's eagerness.
Eve gasped as Villanelle guided her fingers beneath her , her eyes widening as she touched Villanelle's soft flesh.
So she pressed her lips against Villanelle's ear, whispering softly. "Let me help you," she breathed. "I'll keep you safe."
Instantly, Villanelle stiffened, her expression tightening. But then she relaxed, a slow smile spreading across her features as she returned Eve's gaze.
"Thank you," she said simply. "That means more than you know."
As Villanelle lay back, Eve knelt above her and began unbuttoning her dress, allowing it to slide off of her shoulders and reveal the smooth expanse of her back. Villanelle reached back and untied her hair, letting it cascade down her naked form, and Eve marveled once again at how beautiful she was.
The two women stared at each other silently, neither speaking, lost in the sensations of their mutual attraction. Then, finally, Villanelle shifted slightly, raising her arm and resting it on the pillow behind her, giving Eve room to move.
Slowly, Eve leaned forwards, placing a kiss on Villanelle's exposed skin, tracing a path downwards, her tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of Villanelle's sweat. She could smell her arousal, and she licked her lips hungrily, tasting her lover's scent as she drew closer.
A shudder rippled through Villanelle's body as Eve's mouth descended upon her breast, her hand gripping Eve's hair firmly as she held her prisoner, preventing her from moving away. With a groan, Eve took a nipple into her mouth, sucking on it gently, her teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh.
But when Villanelle moaned, Eve quickly changed tactics, taking hold of her wrist and pinning it against the mattress. Instead, she focused entirely on the other breast, suckling strongly as she teased the nipple with her tongue.
As Eve continued to play with her breasts, Villanelle arched her back, pushing herself further into Eve's embrace.
A few moments pass.
She tilts her head forward, aligning her forehead with her, and looks directly into her eyes.
They both started laughing nervously.
"I don't know how to do this." Villanelle starts speaking in a whisper.
Eve shrugs, smiling.
"Neither do I."
The realization gives them some comfort. Together, they explore the idea. What would happen if she pinned her hands to the wall? How far would they go?
Would they make love first or start right away? Should they call for help?
The excitement builds in both of them as they imagine their bodies entangled, moving together, locked together. It's naughty and sweet at the same time.
If only they were trapped, just a little more.
"Maybe we should save the handcuffs for later?" Villanelle suggests lightening the moment, as both women are so nervous and vulnerable .
"Maybe."
Their laughs linger on the sheets. They hug themselves in the quiet darkness. The lamp outside dimly illuminates the room. She is amazed by the contrast. They stare into each other's eyes and kiss desperately; she wants to be filled, and she wants to make her her.
There's no time to waste. She keeps rubbing her back while kissing her, occasionally biting her lip, pressing her soft breasts against her, and sliding her thighs against her hip bones.
She wraps her arms around her as she straddles her lap.
The skin of her chest is flushed red. She'll enjoy exploring her body. Knowing her, knowing how she likes things done, knowing how she likes to be treated She gently caresses her firm muscles. She traces the outline of her defined body with her fingertips, softly. She ran her fingers through her hair, noticing the texture. Down to her navel, her stomach smooths, muscles flexing slightly, rising and falling as she breathes.
Villanelle hands roam her body, touching every inch of it as she leans back against her. Her fingers run down Eve's spine, her nails scratching gently as she moves higher.
Her eyes were dark with desire; she was going to fuck this woman so good, hard, and deep. Then slow and sensual.
She rolls her hips slowly, enjoying the sensation of grinding on her lap. As she pulls back, she grips her wrist and pins her arm above her head, leaving her suspended. She screams. It hurts, but at the same time, the feeling heightens her already sensitive body. Every inch of her is alive, aware, and concentrated. Sensory overload.
blonde touch. God.
Her eyes roll back. All she can see is Villanelle's face. That's when she realizes it. She is breathing in Villanelle's scent, and the scent arouses her. The words “you smell incredible” come to mind, and she isn't wrong. Full of sexual potential. Made for each other, smelling like an aphrodisiac.
It's overpowering. It takes her breath away.
Villanelle rubs her thigh, moving down her leg. Tickling her ankle and knee. Spreading her legs wider, parting her outer lips, and pulling her clitoris and the edge of her to the surface. Hugging the side of her leg. Massaging it up and down. Feeling every bit of the nerves and tendons running up her leg. From the tip of her toes to the middle of her calf, and then straight up to her knee. Her thighs are covered in goosebumps. It feels divine. This is heaven.
She wiggles around, squirming, allowing her to move freely over her skin. She's a slow and thorough lover. Not rough or rough. Lovemaking and passion.
This is the most intimate moment they've shared. Everything between them is stripped bare. She wishes she could see how aroused she is. How she wants to be taken by her.
Villanelle obliges, giving her exactly what she asks for. Slow, long, and hard strokes from behind Pushing her onto her knees, pulling her tight around her, so her breasts press against her chest, and she grinds on top of her. Driving her pelvis forward, trying to thrust deeper and faster. Giving her a workout that sets her sex ablaze But it's nowhere near as exciting as what she can do to her. With her tongue and fingers,
How many times has she moaned out her name while riding her Every time she enters her and presses into her tightness, she presses against her sex walls, forcing those delicious knots inside her. She tortures her. Teasing her. Her breathless cries tell her that she is doing just fine.
Every part of her is wet. Wetter than before. She's ready to explode. To release all her tension. And she knows that Villanelle will let her.
How many times has she moaned out her name while riding her Every time she enters her and presses into her tightness, she presses against her sex walls, forcing those delicious knots inside her. She tortures her. Teasing her. Her breathless cries tell her that she is doing just fine.
Villanelle rides her body, getting access to the center of her pleasure. She was crying. Mumbling incoherent sounds. When she felt her filling her up, deep in her belly.
Villanelle slammed Eve down onto the mattress, leaned over her, buried her face in her neck, and growled into her ear. "
Eve purrs with contentment. Being taken care of in such a manner. Taken without hesitation.
Giving in. Giving up control. Knowing she belongs to her Knowing she owns her body Her sex. She allows herself to submit. Allows herself to allow Villanelle to bring her to the heights.
Villanelle is careful not to push too hard or too fast. Fingers tracing along her inner folds, she carefully touched the tips of her breasts. The small nipples underneath, teasing them until they become hard, hard nubs, poking out like angry slits. She loves teasing her and makes her gasp with every stroke. Even when she comes, her legs are wrapped around her waist. Her arms clutched her back. She pushes her sex up into her fist, seeking her fingers.
Eve tries not to cry out. Villanelle kisses her neck, pressing her lips against her pulse.
She keeps talking to her, trying to talk her down. "Don't cum again. " She tells her. Tries to slow herself down and draw it out. She should relax. Relax her jaw; let her penetrate deeper. Releasing her hand, letting her curl her fingers around her . Squeezing it lightly, her thumb moved along the length. Keeping it firm but soft. Not squeezing hard enough to hurt or stretch. Just right. So fucking perfect.
Feeling that pressure inside her, knowing she is close. And that she does want to reach orgasm with her lover. That's why she wanted to hold on. Give her more pleasure. More kisses, more love, more intimacy
And then she's there. Cumming. Overwhelmed by the feelings coursing through her. By the way Villanelle touches her. The warmth radiating from her, Villanelle hands on her hips, holding her steady.
Slowly, she started to move her hips. Slow strokes, taking her pleasure as she worked on her. She slid back and forth inside her. Kneading her ass Breaking the rhythm. Leaving the pace slow and gentle
Grunting. Moaning. Kissing her neck. Placing soft kisses there. Each kiss was like an electric shock. Sparking light throughout her body. Hearing herself moan. Hear her grunt of pleasure.
Villanelle guided her movements, allowing her to do whatever she pleased. She could grind herself against her. Move faster or slower. Swinging her hips around. Bracing herself against the bed frame,
Villanelle groaned in appreciation. "Look at you. So beautiful." Kissing her cheeks. Her lips. Gliding up her jaw line. Nose. Teeth. Grinding her pelvis against her. Digging her nails into her back. Squeezing her ass. Hooking her legs around her thighs. Wriggling around on top of her Hands pulling on her hair. Her head bowed back. Slowing down.
They were pressed up against each other, their bodies still rolling in place. Hugging each other tightly. Feeling the heat. Feeling the blissful fire burning inside her. She groaned, not wanting to leave the embrace of her mouth.
Eve's kisses had grown more demanding. Quicker. Hungrier. Wetter. Villanelle responded, pulling her face down to hers. Sinking her tongue into her mouth. They shared hot breaths. Hot saliva. Tongues dancing, slippery, and wet. Muscles tightening, drawing ripples of pleasure up and down their backs. She rested her palms on her hips, rocking back and forth.
Their muscles tremble, and it appears as though their legs are collapsing inward. Blood pumping, hearts thumping, and pulses timed Liquid fire started to fill her interior. Eve could feel the initial gush strike deep inside. the start of a flood We're approaching the point of no return for uncontrollable orgasm. Throbbing swiftly and hard advancing inside. taking hold of her breasts. her body sliding across her. caught between anguish and pleasure. Sensibly feel her lips encircling her neck. She pressed her chest against her. Her fingers were deep inside her hair. She fucked her as she pumped back and forth. Ascending higher and bursting with deliciousness, becoming stronger, quicker, and harder. tightening her fingers even more, and calling out Villanele's name.
"I love you, Villanelle."
"Stay with me, Eve. I love you."
Eve smiles at her, stroking her hair and whispering, "Are you ok? You're shaking. Are you cold?"
"Yes," Villanelle admits, and Eve snuggles into her shoulder, wrapping one arm around her, holding cold?" feeling her heartbeat quicken.
Eve's heart skips a beat. "What happened? Did something happen?"
Villanelle looks at her, her eyes glassy, and she shakes her head. "No." She whispers.
"I feel like Im dreaming; I don't want this to be a dream. Tell me you feel me, that you know how much I love you, Eve."
"I love you, baby; Im yours now."
They laugh quietly together. Holding each other in silence, embracing their closeness. Their hearts are beating as one, and it's beautiful.
In each other's arms. The warmth of their bodies and the feeling of safety and love They stayed like that for a while, enjoying the moment of intimacy and closeness. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered except for the two of them in each other's embrace. And fall asleep like deeply.