In My Veins

6: Untitled - Rated Explicit

Author's Note:

Welcome to Chapter 6.

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In My Veins

"Eve Polastri always thought that her first-time sex with Villanelle would be rough; it isn't. At all."

OR: Eve Polastri and Villanelle take a blood oath to each other.

A sort-of sequel to "Do You Like Elton John".

Some fighting, some crying, and then some hot, hot, hot, hotel room sex.

F/F. Eve/Villanelle. Killing Eve. Fanfiction. Rated E for Explicit.

Spoilers through KE-S03-E05-E06

Chapter 6: Untitled - Rated Explicit.

"Eve Polastri always thought that her first-time sex with Villanelle would be rough; it isn't. At all."

Eve Polastri vividly remembers the first time she kissed Villanelle.

It was somewhere in London, on a bus, and she smashed her head afterward.

Which was her fault, of course, but she's thinking all about the kissing part now.

She knows Villanelle is also thinking about that first kiss.

Eve can tell by the look in her eye.

The look is predatory, a special predatory reserved for lusting over Eve.

Eve has come to differentiate this look from the other 'predatory look(s)' that Villanelle has.

The only look Eve wants to remember now is the one Villanelle is boring into her head right now.

"Kiss me, Villanelle," Eve dares the other woman to go on.

"Kiss me, Eve," Villanelle husks.

"You kiss me, Villanelle, I started it last time!" Eve husks right back at her.

Eve doesn't want to be the first one to cave this time; Villanelle wants to make sure Eve really wants this.

"Mm, you are right, and you deserve your reward..." Villanelle muses.

And with that, they both lean in.

And this time there's no headbutting.

This time there's no running out for the door.

This time they kiss and they keep kissing.

This time they kiss each other deeply.

"I love the way that you taste, Eve," Villanelle offers as she suckles Eve's lips into her own.

"Likewise," Eve flushes, as she moans out louder than she might have liked to admit to.

"You like me. You really like me. I want to feel your tongue," Villanelle whispers.

"As you wish," Eve banters back and slides her tongue past Villanelle's lips.

This time it's Villanelle's turn to moan, though Eve can feel her grip on tighter to her as she does.

As if Villanelle was literally trying to 'get a grip' and to stop calling out so much.

"I want to hear all your moans for me," Eve demands of Villanelle.