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Villanelle and Eve had been out for a night of drinking and were now both sufficiently drunk. They managed to make it through the Alaskan snow with the help of a taxi back to their small cabin.
As they walked up to the house Villanelle pulled Eve’s arm around her in order to keep her steady. She was much better than Eve at holding her alcohol. But they both giggled like idiots when Villanelle dropped her house keys. In fact, they both began to kneel down to grab the keys causing them to knock heads.
“Ow,” Eve moaned rubbing her forehead. “Your head is too hard.”
“No, it’s yours that’s too hard,” Villanelle insisted.
Villanelle continued to struggle with the keys but was eventually able to open the door. Once inside Villanelle released Eve to be left to her own devices while she locked the door behind them.
As it would happen this would be a mistake. Villanelle turned after locking the door and found that Eve was nowhere in sight. “Baby?” She listened intently for a moment and the heard the sound of clinking glass coming from the kitchen. She stumbled her way there almost knocking over a vase.
Sure, enough there was Eve standing at the island in the middle of the kitchen holding a bottle of vodka in one hand and an empty glass in the other. She looked very pleased with herself.
“Eve,” Villanelle sound loudly, probably too loudly.
Her girlfriend paused before pouring out the alcohol to look at her. “What?” She asked innocently.
“You don’t need vodka!”
Eve’s lower lip came out in a pout. “But why?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka,” Villanelle said firmly. She then took the bottle from a very unhappy Eve and put them back in the cabinet where they came from.
“It is not,” Eve said indignantly.
Villanelle sighed and giggled. “Okay it’s not exactly six in the morning, but it might as well be.” She then turned back to Eve and glided over to her. She stretched out her arms and wrapped them around Eve pulling her close. “Come to bed?”
“Ugh, if you insist,” chuckled Eve.
“I do,” Villanelle replied giving Eve’s cold cheek a peck with her lips. As she did this a hand wandered down to Eve’s ass and gave it a squeeze.
“You, naughty girl,” Eve said drunkenly trying to be seductive and failing miserably. But in truth, this made her even more appealing to Villanelle. She thought Eve was absolutely adorable when drunk.
So up the stairs, the two stumbled and fumbled. They stopped occasionally to sloppily kiss one another.
When they finally reached the bedroom, Villanelle said, “get on the bed.”
“Anything you say,” Eve smirked. She then flopped backwards onto the bed making it creak and began undoing the buttons of her blouse.
Villanelle pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into a nearby chair then began on her pants. She was filled with anticipation as she stepped out of the black trousers. “You ready?” She asked looking up. But as soon as her hazel eyes fell on Eve, she stopped her progress and her eyebrows raised.
Eve was lying with her eyes closed and her arms limp by her side. She was very clearly asleep. Her mouth was slightly ajar and her blouse was only half undone.
Villanelle covered her mouth as she began to laugh and shake her head. “Of course, you did,” she sighed.” So she threw on a pair of her pajamas and then began to tend to Eve.
She removed the rest of her girlfriend’s clothes and smiled as she did so because Eve had fallen asleep with a grin on her lips. She then pulled some of Eve’s athletic shorts and a large comfy t-shirt onto her limp tired body. Villanelle then tucked Eve under the covers making sure they were up to her chin like she liked.
Villanelle then slipped under the covers beside her. She turned out the light and then leaned over to Eve giving her a drunken kiss. “Goodnight, baby.”