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“That man is even uglier than Niko” is the first thing out of Villanelle’s mouth when Eve walks in the door. She’s curled up on the couch, drinking from a bottle of wine with a look of absolute disgust on her face. “Seriously, Eve, I don’t understand.”
“Oh my god.” Eve drops her bag on the floor for the sole purpose of freeing her hands so she can throw them up in the air exasperatedly. “Oksana, we’ve talked about this!”
“His ugliness is impressive enough that we should talk about it again.”
“Seriously, Villanelle, it’s not a big deal.”
“ Seriously, Villanelle ,” she parrots back in a mocking tone. “I just made out with the ugliest man on the planet instead of kissing my girlfriend because I have terrible taste. But it’s not a big deal. Don’t be so needy.”
“Okay. First of all, did you miss the part where he straight up attacked me?”
“I did see that,” Villanelle admits. “You were not very good at first, in the fight. You have to remember all the things I’ve been teaching you, instead of panicking and just flopping all over the place. It took you, like, ten seconds to actually do damage.” She tsks . “It was very sad to watch.”
“I was doing my best.” Eve glares. “He caught me off guard. God, Carolyn’s going to have my head.” She starts to pace back and forth as the reality of the situation sinks in. “Our cover is blown! We’re probably going to have to move again. This is a disaster.”
“I don’t care about that,” Villanelle says impatiently. “I care that you kissed him! It was disgusting. And cruel.”
“I’ve told you! It didn’t mean anything, it was just to get information. I promise ,” she adds when Villanelle narrows her eyes at her.
“Ughhhhhhhhh.” Villanelle flops dramatically back onto the couch.
Eve isn’t completely heartless, and she sees that underneath Villanelle’s joking, whiny exterior, this is really bugging her. They talked about it - they made the decision together - but it must be hard for Villanelle to see Eve kissing someone else. Hell, just thinking about Villanelle’s lips touching another person’s makes Eve’s blood start to boil.
So she sits gently on the couch next to the blonde woman, laying her hand on her girlfriend’s thigh. “I know it’s difficult.”
Villanelle pouts. “I hate Carolyn for making us do this.”
“I know. But it’s what’s allowing us this freedom. I’m just happy we’re together, in any capacity.” Eve winces at her words. “ God, that sounded sappy. Forget I said that.”
“Never,” Villanelle says gleefully. “I love it when you get sappy.”
“But you know that he didn’t mean anything to me, right? I mean, even before he attacked me. I want you to know that.” Eve looks straight into Villanelle’s eyes. “He was a means to an end. A way to get closer to the Twelve, a way for us to be safe, and that’s it.”
She leans in, biting her lip. “Plus, you’re a much better kisser.”
“I am,” Oksana preens. “I know what you want, Eve. That man is not going to give it to you.” She bites her lip, reaching over to brush Eve’s cheek with her hand. “But I will.”
Sex should be the furthest thing from Eve’s mind right now, but with Villanelle so close…
“When you kissed him,” Oksana whispers, mouth only millimeters away from Eve’s own, “did you think about me?”
“Of course I did.”
Their lips meet, and Villanelle tangles her fingers in Eve’s hair. Before they can get too distracted, though, Villanelle pulls back with a sour expression.
“That’s a new perfume.” Her jaw is clenched.
“I’m sorry! He bought it for me. He wanted me to try it.”
“You smell terrible. He has bad taste.”
Eve laughs and reaches for Villanelle’s face again, but she dodges out of Eve’s reach with a petulant expression. “I’m not going to touch you until you shower.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I don’t want you to smell like him. I don’t want you to be thinking about him.”
Eve sighs. “Villanelle. He tried to kill me. What do you think was going on between us? You think I’m going to lie in bed tonight, what, fantasizing about him?”
“To be fair, I tried to kill you too. Maybe you just have a type.”
“I do not have a - that’s beside the point,” Eve sputters. “Shut up. We’re talking about you.”
“No, we are talking about him.” Villanelle’s lip curls in disgust. “I’m glad he is gone. Maybe the next assignment Carolyn has for you will not involve breaking your girlfriend’s heart.”
“I wasn’t aware,” Eve says dryly, curling a strand of Villanelle’s hair around her finger, “that I had that much power.”
Villanelle opens her eyes wide. “I am very fragile.”
“Awwww, poor baby,” Eve says condescendingly, and kisses the top of her girlfriend’s head. “I’ll take a shower, and then I’ll call Carolyn, and then I’ll show you how little I care about that man and how much I care about you.”
When Eve turns her back on the couch, Villanelle does a little victory dance.