You're Mine

That was all you

Villanelle waits on the couch, she is freshly showered and dressed in nothing but the red and black robe she had bought for Lara. It still smelt like her, a rich smell of citrus and spices mixed with her own unique smell. Villanelle cracks her knuckles with her thumb on her right hand as her mind drifts into thoughts of Lara's betrayal and how Villanelle had let her guard down with this trained killer; yet she had not killed her like she was sent to do.

"Why didn't she kill me?" Villanelle mumbles to herself, musing over the thought as two sharp knocks on the door pull her mind back into a comfortable void. She walks slowly to the door and opens it.

Eve's hair is a little messy, but there is something enticing about it and Villanelle has to stop her hands from reaching up and getting caught in those curls. She smells like alcohol and from the lopsided smile on her face, Villanelle knows she is a little drunk.

"Did you have another party without me Eve?" she says as she opens the door fully and motions for Eve to come in. "Drinks after work. Did you know Elena is back working at MI6? I'm so happy she's back, god I missed her" Eve says, and Villanelle watches her curiously as she walks into the hotel room and pulls her coat off and tosses it on to the couch along with her bag and looks around the hotel. "I don't know who that is" Villanelle says flatly, and Eve takes little notice of the lack of anything in her voice.

"This room is incredible" Eve says, mostly to herself as she walks around and touches the dark wooden furniture, it feels rich and smooth; Just like villanelle feels... The thought shocks her and she stops in her tracks and crosses her arms across her chest. She turns and sees Villanelle watching her with a curious look on her face; almost as if she knew what Eve was thinking.

"Why am I here?" Eve says finally and she watches as Villanelle strides across the room and opens the mini fridge and pulls out a bottle of champagne and takes two mugs off the bench. She walks over to the living room and places the mugs and champagne down as she sits on the plush leather couch. She stays silent as she opens the bottle and it makes a soft pop as she releases the cork. She pours it into the mugs and places the bottle back down before turning to Eve and pats the couch saying "Sit"

Eve follows the instruction and flops down in the couch and sinks in to it. "God this couch is amazing. Do you think I could steal it?" she says as she takes the mug Villanelle is offering her. "I will buy you a much better couch for your tiny apartment" she says, and Eve believes her, she's that convincing and confident in everything she does, its hard to not believe everything that comes from that beautiful mouth.

"You shot me. Why did you do it?" Eve asks as she stares at the mug in her hands before turning and placing the mug on the table and watches Villanelle who has stiffened slightly in her posture. Her lips are a straight line and Eve watches as Villanelle cracks her knuckles with her thumb. "Why did you stab me?" she says, her voice cold like ice and Eve feels it against her skin. It causes goosebumps and the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She's in a hotel with an assassin and no one knows she's here.

"I asked you first" Eve says defiantly, and Villanelle lets out a loud laugh and muses over her answer. "You hurt my feelings" she says softly and looks at Eve, there is something in her eyes, although Eve knows she is being a dick, there is still something there. Vulnerability maybe?

"Really?" Eve asks as she stands from the couch and runs her fingers through her hair. She shakes her head and laughs at this ridiculous situation. "I know that's not true" Eve says, and her voice is hard as she stares at Villanelle, coxing her, trying to push for a real answer. Villanelle drinks the rest of her champagne and places the cup on the table, she stands from the couch and pats down a crease in her silk blouse and turns her attention back to Eve, who is standing still and watching her with an exasperated look on her face.