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Sometimes, when Eve watched her girlfriend sleep - Villanelle’s face striped with shadows and washed with moonlight - she would catch herself thinking:
Damn, my girlfriend is really sexy.
She thought this while Villanelle slept next to her, resplendent in some oddly poofy, but unquestionably haute couture, pink nightgown. (Eve had a flannel nightshirt on, which Villanelle assured her was “definitely sexy. Trust me.” But then she had winked, so…?)
There were so many different ways to parse a Villanelle wink. Or smile. Or that clever thing she did with her tongue while they were in bed…
Abruptly Eve dragged her mind out of the gutter and back into bed with her girlfriend, where it belonged.
She reached for the opened bag of Nice n’ Spicy Nik Naks on the bedside table. Which were actually pretty vile and left a (white people spicy) dusting of fake cheese on the fingertips.
“Extruded corn snacks are delicious, Eve,” Villanelle had informed her once, and while Eve still absolutely disagreed with that assessment, she was in a snacking mood and the Nik Naks were within easy snacking reach.
Cautiously, slowly, she eased her hand into the bag - didn’t want to wake anyone up - but, well, maybe subtlety had never been her strong suit or maybe her girlfriend was a very light sleeper or maybe she shouldn’t have been reaching for the disgusting corn snacks to begin with, but-
Villanelle cracked an eye open.
“Are you stealing my extruded corn snacks, Eve?” she murmured, not even bothering to raise her head from the pillow, but managing to raise one perfectly manicured eyebrow all the same.
“I mean,” Eve shrugged, “I wouldn’t really say stealing. Stealing is such a harsh word.”
“Stealing is the perfect word,” Villanelle countered. “Because it’s what you’re doing right now.”
“Such an ugly word, stealing.”
“I caught you, fake-cheese-dust-handed.”
“Yeah, well.” Eve crunched loudly on a Nik Nak. It was satisfying in an overly-processed, not particularly tasty, extruded corn snack kind of way. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Lots of things,” Villanelle muttered, though she sounded seconds away from drifting back to sleep. “So many things.”
“Sexy things?” Eve tossed a Nik Nak toward her mouth. It bounced off her nose and fell onto the duvet.
Villanelle smirked, but graciously didn’t comment. “Definitely sexy things. Many sexy...” The sentence trailed off into a yawn.
Eve munched on a handful of Nik Naks. Deliberately. Without breaking eye contact.
Villanelle rolled her eyes. “Don’t get any extruded cheese dust on the pillowcases,” she muttered, before shifting around and letting sleep reclaim her.
“Never.” Eve refrained from wiping her cheese-dusty fingers on her flannel nightshirt. Because she was a classy lady like that. “Perish the thought.”
The Nik Naks really were unsatisfying. She rolled the bag up and turfed it back onto the nightstand.
Villanelle had already drifted back to la-la land, chest rising and falling slowly and breath soft and gentle in the quiet of the room.
Eve watched her for a moment, a contented smile spreading across her face.
Yep, it was true.
Her girlfriend was really sexy.