Femslash February 2022

Fashion (V and Eve, Killing Eve)

   Pairing: Eve Polastri x Villanelle 

   "Oh my God?!"

   Villanelle grins, standing behind Eve with a huge grin on her face, hands stuffed in her pockets. 

   "Impressed?"

   "Um, yeah, very much."

   The two of them are standing at the entrance of Villanelle's ten-foot-long walk-in closet. It's got to be filled with hundreds and hundreds of designer clothes and labels that she's collected over the years.

   Villanelle comes up and stands right next to her, nudging her shoulder. "So what do you think, Eve?"

   Eve shakes her head in disbelief. "It's. . .something alright. I'll give you that."

   "Ahh, isn't it? So many clothes, so little time, huh? So, do you see anything you like?"

   The black-haired girl's eyes slowly travel all around the room. "I don't think that matters. I wouldn't look good in any of this stuff anyway."

   "Is that so?" A sly grin begins to grow on Villanelle's face, "Well, why don't you try a couple of things on. Anything you want, dear Eve."

   Eve visibly shudders. "No thanks."

   "Come on, Eve. Just try one little thing. One dress. One shirt. One skirt. Oh, please, please please please?" She begs, tugging on the black-haired girl's arm.

   Eve is quick to shake her off. "There's no way that would end well."

   "Eve-"

   "Oksana."

   Villanelle pouts childishly. "I don't want you calling me that."

   "It's pretty."

   "Well, how about this? I pick you one thing for you to try on and in exchange, I'll. . .well, hmm. . ."

   "I want a supper somewhere fancy. Your treat." Eve tells her.

   Villanelle grins. "Deal. Wait here a second."

   She skips in the closet, already starting to rummage through the clothes.

   Eve sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I already feel like I'm going to reject this. . ."

-

   "I reject this." Eve sighs, glaring at herself in the full-length mirror.

   Villanelle claps excitedly from her position on their bed. "You look amazing, Eve! You're the most beautiful!"

   Eve slowly runs her hands along the fabric of the violet off-the-shoulder mermaid dress. "I can barely move; I feel so stiff."

   The blonde waves her hand dismissively. "Such is the price for beauty. It's the way the fashionable lives. Now do a twirl."

   "Villanelle-"

   "I said do a twirl!"

   Eve takes a good ten seconds to shuffle around in a circle, trying her best not to rip the pretty dress her girlfriend's loaning her. Villanelle purses her lips, looking rather displeased. 

   ". . .Okay, fine, maybe that was not the best choice for you. How about we try-"

   "Nope! The agreement was one article of clothing," Eve interrupts, "Now, help me get out of this dress without ripping it! I can imagine it was very expensive."

   Villanelle's face falls as she climbs off the bed. "It was. . .You really do look beautiful."

   "Just shut up and help me take this off."