Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Villanelle is sitting at the table, spinning a knife on the tabletop. She catches it and spins it and catches it and spins it, then lets it spin and spin til it slows, then twirls it again.

The light is catching the blade, glinting and glistening and smiling at her and winking and laughing as she whirls it faster and faster and she smiles back and laughs to herself because.....she knows what it is saying. It’s antagonizing her...it’s threatening her...it’s hideously laughing as it spins.

It’s saying Eve is lying to her. Eve is pretending. Eve is not really wanting her here. She’s not really washing those dishes in the sink smeared with shepherd’s pie. Why was she asking so many questions?

She’s watching Eve at the kitchen sink in the knit sweater she tossed on and wearing no “brar” under it. Tsk...she’s not sure she would want Eve out walking around outside with no “brar” on. It’s not ladylike. It’s disrespectful .....to that fudge-face of a husband.

Eve: Niko will be home soon.

Villanelle: Who? *smirks and twirls the knife faster*

Eve: Niko? My husband? The love of my life?

V: *smirk disappears and she loudly slams her hand down on the table stopping the motion of the knife*

E: *a jump scare morphs through Eve nearly splitting her spirit 3 ways out of her body*

V: *grasps the knife and slowly walks over to the counter where Eve has stopped mid reach for a plate in the sudsy water of the sink* The love *annoyed blink blinks*....of ...YOUR life did you say? *tone lowers...she slides one palm holding the knife in the curve of her thumb seductively up the counter top beside the sink and a palm smoothly across the back of Eve’s lower back to her hip giving her a possessive squeeze and jerk towards her, framing and blocking Eve’s body in against the sink with her own*

E: *Gasps with a quick intake of breath at the biting grasp of Villanelle’s fingers into her flesh* That’s going to leave a mark.

V: *she leans into Eve’s ear and murmurs in a coaxing and antagonizing tone* You don’t want it to Evvvvvve? Hmm? *She dips into Eve’s neck smelling the perfume she bought her ...she smirks and laughs*

E: What makes you think I want any of this?

V: *mouth twitches* Because you’re wearing my perfume Evvvvve *she draws out the Vvvvvv sound*

E: I was unpacking the bag you stole

V: Liar. Replaced with better stuff you mean? Nicer things? Clothes that make you look ...well...*she smirks as she looks down at Eve’s clothes and sweater and.... bra-less-ness* Although I may need to reconsider this knit tricot see through...

E: *hangs her head down to look and takes a gulp of air* I umm...

V: Are happy to see me. Yes, I know Evvvvve. You’re so happy. You were wearing my dress and drinking a glass of wine waiting for me to arrive. Now you’re positively dripping wet to see me. Arent’chu? Eh? *nudges her*

E: *Eve’s hands dangle over the edge of the sink with water droplets extending and dripping from her fingertips.....drip........drip.....drip....* I umm *she swallows hard*

V: Umm I umm..hmm Mm...hmm *tilts her head back a bit and looks down at Eve’s a$$ again because she didn’t get enough of a look earlier when she was naked* The clothes are wearing Youuuu Evvvve. *she looks down at her body thinking* Maybe I should wear you next....*she caresses her chin down the side of Eve’s neckline and inhales her hair letting her eyes flutter shut at the fragrance and sensory overload of the situation.*

E: You know N-

V:Niko will be home soon. Yes. You said that. It’s okay Evvvve. You don’t have to worry. We have time *laughs into Eve’s hair* He’s busy....the car won’t fix itself. *she laughs with gleeeeee now*

E: Whaaaa-t? *Eve’s eyes go wide* What Did you DO??

V: Noothinnnnng *innocent wide-eyed look* just a little boop and a little *she sashays the knife in a slashing manner* Don’t worrryyyyy....Evvvvve. We have soooo much time Eevvvvvvveee *she nuzzles her face into Eve’s neck*

E: *pretends to try and arch her neck away from Villanelle’s touch* If you’ hurt him..

V: You’ll what? Hmm? *squeezes her hip too hard again* Kill me? *smirk* Liar. You won’t do that because you know it would turn me on to see you try....

E: *huff*

V: No? *pouty face looking at Eve* Oh....that’s right....*tongue click* It would turn you on. Wouldn’t it Evvvv-

E: Stop that! *tries to shrug her off from her body crowding hers*

V: *innocent angel eyes* Stop what Evvvvvvve?

E: Dragging your mouth over the V like you’re-

V: You don’t want me dragging my mouth over your V? *amused laugh then clutches Eve pressing her right in tight against her body saying through clenched teeth* It’s not “IF” Eve. It’s “WHEN.” Every time you hear me draaaaggging that V in my mouth saying your name? That’s what I want you to think about. Me....*she leans in and drags her mouth over the curve of Eve’s neck* dragging my mouth...*she parts her lips slightly over Eve’s warm hot skin feeling her pulse quicken against her lips* Up over your V about to eat a whole lot more than a piece of your shepherd’s pie Evvvvvvvve *she parts her mouth over her neck and bites until Eve squeals and aggressively wiggles away from her*

E: VILLANELLE!! *her hand flies to her neck and she races to the bathroom to find a mirror and assess the damage.

V: *yells after Eve*YEAH THAT’S GOING TO LEAVE A MARK EVE! HAHAhahahaha *she keels over the counter hideously laughing, thumping the knife handle into the counter leaving marks*

Chapter Text

Eve: *hesitant breath as she looks at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her cheeks are flushed. She knows it’s not all rage…she slowly gathers the fabric of her shirt..she looks over her shoulder hearing Villanelle hideously laughing in her kitchen. She rolls her eyes.. Villanelle the talker…Eve the thinker. The analyst. She pulls the shirt up and gently presses the waistline of her pants down exposing her hip. She’s transfixed by the mark left from Villanelle’s fingers grasping at her.

She bites her lip as her mind tries to assess the situation, but soon wanders to the sensation she felt in her pelvis when Villanelle aggressively gripped and pulled her back against her body….held her there. Restricting her. Being trapped in her grasp like predator to prey. The strength. What if she just melted into her, letting her take what she-*

Villanelle: so clumsy Eve…tsk tsk banging into things…or back into things. *gestures gun fingers at Eve* BANG. BANG.

Eve: Can you not knock??

V: You’re the one knocking by the looks of it. Knocking into the counter…the table…me? maybe this counter if you want *she tests the strength of the surface, grasps the edge * hmm how much weight do you think this will hold?

E: *clenches her eyes shut and drops the hem of her shirt and tugs her pants into place, reaching for the soap*

V: Good idea…let’s both wash our hands first. Before things get too dirty *she leans against the door frame very amused, watching Eve watch her in the mirror… aggressively washing her hands…Villanelle glances down at Eve’s fingers and bites her lip slightly... Eve notices and slows her hands….Villanelle notices Eve noticing her noticing….

E: not you…just me…*slowing her hands and fingers sliding against each other…dragging her fingers up and down through each other letting the soap slick and slather….the water drip*

V: *lets out a panting laugh at first and looks away from Eve, then glances back, her eyes drawn to Eve's fingers...staring transfixed ..imagining her fingers covered in-* Are you saying you want me to be dirty Eve?

E: oh I don’t want you to be dirty Villanelle *stroking each finger slowly from knuckle to tip*

V: Liar. *she pushes away from the door frame with intention and her eyes are now locked into Eve’s; pupils dilated*

Chapter Text

Familiar with blind rage ignited by immediate disdain for blatant disrespect and apparent forced niceties until this point, Villanelle feels triggered by Eve with a passion way more dangerous than she ever felt for Anna.

Villanelle: *comes up behind Eve and smoothes her hand slowly up her back, staring at her frozen gaze looking back at her in the mirror* That’s rude Eve...we share a bath together...

Eve: you were waterboarding me in the bath pinning me down

Villanelle: *shrug* we shared a bath together...yes?

Eve: No

Villanelle: we were in a bath at the same time with water ....you were so wet Eve *chuckles* hmm *her fingers twirl and twine their way into the ends of Eve’s hair* Weren’t you? Hmm?

Eve: water gushing on my face will do that

Villanelle: Mm *purses her lips* will do what? *leans in waiting for the answer...she wants to hear Eve say it*

Eve: *rolls her eyes exasperated, then decides to play the game and opens her eyes again and looks directly at Villanelle in the mirror and says slowly....in a lowered tone* It made me so ...vvvvery...verrrryy

Villanelle: *spine flexes upwards...whispers* Very whaaaat Eve? *eyebrow arches*

Eve: Wet.....very very wet....soooo so so wet. Positively soaked....by you. From you. For you...

Villanelle: For meeeee?

Eve *freudian slip, she winces and auto corrects* From you

Villanelle: You were wet from ME Eve?

Eve: *touches her tongue to her top lip looking at the ceiling shaking her head*

Villanelle: mm *smirks and leans into Eve’s ear whispering* It’s okayyyy Eve. I feel it too...it’s...frustrating eh? I mean it just makes you want to...*Villanelle gives the ends of Eve’s hair twirled around her fingers a soft tug*

Eve: It makes me want to kill you

Villanelle: *eyes go wide with lust* Mmmm ssssstoop it with the foreplay Evvvvve you’re making me feel things. Such dirrrrtyyy taaaaalk. You’re the dirty one...the dirtiest even...tsk tsk ....you said I was dirty hmm hmm...you like it dirty I think...

Eve: Am I making you feel things the way you made Bill feel things?

Villanelle: *looks to the side* Pshhhaaa C’moooon *lets go of Eve’s hair and hops up on the bathroom counter facing her leaning back against the mirror* Lowwww Blowww Evvvve

Eve: Low blows you mean....one after the other...how many times did you stab him again?

Villanelle: Who’s counting?

Eve: Bill. Bill’s wife. Bill’s son. Me.

Villanelle: The baby is already counting?? HA!! *slaps her thigh in disbelief* Baby genius!! hahaha I apologized twice Eve..I may not be a baby genius but *holds up two fingers* One. Two. I can count. I said sorry twice at dinner. What more do you want?

Eve: I want Bill back.

Villanelle: And me gone? You know he was going to kill me right? *folds her leg up and splays it out resting her ankle across her knee*

Eve: Bull$hit

Villanelle: Oh yeah...followed me for blocks and blocks. I had nowhere else to go Eve. If he got me you know what would happen?

Eve: You’d be in prison. Where you belong.

Villanelle: HA HA HA! Ohhhh Evvve....is that what you want?? Me in a little cage....like an animal so you can play with me whenever you want? *reaches her hand out petting Eve’s hair back from her forehead*

Eve: *ignoring the touch* You’re a murderer

Villanelle: I’m an assassin. I get contracts and marks and I carry out those duties beautifully to perfection.

Eve: Bill wasn’t your mark

Villanelle: *caressing her fingertips down the side of Eve’s face dragging her gaze slowly over Eve’s eyes and down to her mouth* I was his mark though. Wasn’t I? And yours? *slips off the counter and pets the hair off Eve’s neck to get a look at the mark she left there*

Eve: You’re a job.

Villanelle: Uh huh. Blow job? Hand job? What kind of job am I to you Eve? Hmm? *pets her thumb back and forth over the mark on Eve’s neck, pressing her thumb into it*

Eve: *flexes her head away from Villanelle, but exposing her neck more* Nut Job

Villanelle: *smirks* look atchuu eh? Jokes and sarcasm and everyyyyything eh? *Smoothes her hand up into the back of Eve’s hair as high as it will go and grasps a handful aggressively pulling it up*

Eve: Ahh *winces looking at Villanelle in the mirror* You’re hurting me

Villanelle: That’s what you said when I was making you wet in the bath too hmmm....I think you like the feeling of pain Eve.

Eve: *murmur* psychopath

Villanelle: What did you say? *grasping her hair more into a pulling sensation*

Eve: Ahhhh! I SAID YOU’RE A PSYCHOPATH!!

Villanelle: Hmmm yeah that mark is not dark enough....*leans into Eve’s neck like she is going to bite the mark she made earlier*

Eve: NOOOoo! *turns and climbs back with Villanelle following in a motion forwards towards her again*

Villanelle: Scrambling away like the little mouse that you are Eve *leaning forwards more*

Eve: *scooches her pelvis back into the sink and..* $$hiiiiiT!! *the faucet in the sink bites into her lower back*

Villanelle: That’s what you get Eve...jumping and jiving and diving away from me like the house is on fire...where’s the fire?

Eve: Agh...the tap is biting me in the a$$ *huff*

Villanelle: mm...at least one of us is eh? HA! Let me help youuuuu Eve *slides her hands around Eve’s waist and down over her a$$ covering the faucet in her fist with one hand* There....better?

Eve: Uhhh ...*lip bite* sure. Better than what exactly? Not having you in my house? Not being in my bathroom? Not having your hands on my a$$ like you’re my husband.

Villanelle: Niko handles your a$$ like this? *Smirks* Who knew?

Eve: You know what I mean.

Villanelle: Oh I know what you mean Eve. You’ve thought of me being your husband and handling your a$$.

Eve: That’s not what I said.

Villanelle: Wouldn’t be just your a$$ though would it? Hmm? *gives Eve’s a$$ a squeeze with her other hand*

Eve: Your other hand does not need to be back there Villanelle.

Villanelle: No...but you want it to be don’t you.

Eve: *looking into Villanelle’s eyes* You’re all talk.

Villanelle: Am I? You want me to do more than talk Eve? *pulling her hands away from Eve’s a$$ and the tap, letting it bite into Eve again* What about now?

Eve: *Huffs then bites her lip in discomfort from the tap*

Villanelle: *looking down at Eve assessing her eyes and her mouth again as she purses her lips* who’s all talk? *she tentatively slides her palm up Eve’s jaw, letting her fingers splay into her hairline behind her ear...she gives Eve a stubborn tug of disdain then leans in with her eyes starting to close all romantic like Romeo DiCaprio with loose strands of hair dangling down into her brow...

Eve: *head tilts in disbelief and then breathlessly parts her lips*

Villanelle: *dips in towards Eve’s mouth parting her lips just barely grazing her lips to Eve’s and smirks.....pulling away slowly with satisfaction watching Eve’s parted, wanting lips follow hers with anticipation of touch...she coaxes Eve whispering* blow job or hand job Evvvvve?

Eve: *shoves Villanelle* I want you to leave. Now!

Villanelle: Okay next time. Don’t get too wet without me *pulls the tap on full tilt so it soaks Eve’s a$$.

Chapter Text

*Eve is pacing...up and down, back and forth. She’s biting her lips, her nails, the inside of her cheek. She feels like she is going to jump out of her skin she’s so agitated and it’s NOT because of Villanelle. It’s not.

She looks at the clock...Niko is not home yet. That’s why. Of course it’s that. What else would it be? She goes to pick up the plate Villanelle was eating off of earlier and squirts soap on it and aggressively starts scrubbing the plate.

She’s scrubbing it imagining that smirk on Villanelle’s face....and she scrubs and scrubs furiously like she’s trying to wipe that smirk off, but she can’t. It’s burned into her brain.

Eve: $hit ...stupid b!tch *she flips the plate into the sink in exasperation nearly breaking it* Get. Out. Of. My head. Villanelle. *she grabs a rag, she’ll be cleaning this house from top to bottom and then bottom to top. She remembers the weight of Villanelle on top of her in the bath, pinning her down. Her on the bottom. Underneathe her.*

Eve: Music. I need music. *she switches on Niko’s old emergency handheld radio the music blares out* Devil in a blue dress, blue dress, blue dress, devil with a blue dress on *Eve feels the beat then switches the channel* I’m a dick dick dick addicted to love! *Eve winces and searches further* You’ve got that James Dean daydream look in your eyyyes and I’ve got that ....

*Eve let’s the song play remembering the look on Villanelle’s face as she was watching her in the mirror...* haaa *she takes a gulp of wine shaking her head to get the thought out* Is that the best you got??! IS THAT THE BEST YOU’VE GOT?! *she yells at the ceiling and she twirls in her kitchen starting to feel giddy with rage and agitation and feelings she can’t quite define*

Eve: Tight little skiiiiirt *she dips her a$$ down low soaked from the sink still* We go crashing down sumthin’ down down...hmm hmm *scrubbing the kitchen table top with the rag imagining Villanelle coming up behind her like she did in the bathroom...she pinches her eyes shut for a moment....seeing Villanelle lifting her up onto the tabletop ...sliding her hands up her thighs and over her hips ...down over her a$$ again*

Eve: I’m not doing this with you!!! *she bites her lip spinning and spinning again, trying to deflect and not sit up on the table and lay down on her back letting Villanelle crawl up on top of her...letting the cat have the mouse for dinner*

*Eve gets dizzy and sits down, her head swirling with songs and wine and scenarios and “what ifs” and “let’s take a time out from this game” and hypothetical questions of “what are we now?” Villanelle’s clear skin....her arrogance though....Eve shakes her head...she’s thinking about her eyes*

Eve: Gawd....What am I going to do ..*she’s talking to herself again* Don’t look at me like that....don’t. You know what you’re doing Villanelle. *she’s having a one sided conversation imagining Villanelle’s antagonistic infuriating .....sexy mischievous glint in her wanting eyes. She says one thing but her touch and her eyes say another. The way her hands touched her like she was an expensive, rare thing of beauty. Not like Niko with his aimless grabs and ...bricks for hands landing wherever.*

Eve: We can’t do this.....you and I and you know that Villanelle *she combs her hands back through her hair, imagining it’s Villanelle’s hands in her hair. The way she was soft and tender twirling her curls and petting her hair away ...and then...Eve bites her lip....and then not tender. Aggressive...passionate...lustful*

Eve: I know you wouldn’t really hurt me, it’s not that....*Eve pushes away from the table and looks and sees Villanelle’s fork still sitting on the table in front of where she was sitting. Eve is feeling unhinged and mental....she grasps the fork staring at it...twirling it around in her hand a few times...she’s thinking about Villanelle’s lips....how they were so close to hers, the breathlessness...she lifts the fork to her mouth thinking about Villanelle’s mouth and parts her lips....sliding it into her mouth all the way...closing her eyes and her hand trembling slowly pulling it back out of her mouth letting her lips drag against the prongs at the thought of her mouth and Villanelle’s mouth and- *

Niko: Sorry I was late darling

Eve: *jolts and drops the fork and it clangs on the floor with a loud metal reverberation* $HIT! Gawd Niko! You scared the life out of me! *she dips down breathlessly scrambled in her thoughts and not in her mind at all right now...manic panic almost*

Niko: Eve are you alright *he walks over to kiss her on the mouth and she turns her cheek to him reflexively* is everything okay are you ..

Eve: I’m fine. Fine. Everything is fine, I just thought I heard someone trying to break in earlier and ....I’ve been on edge ever since...

Niko: Some lunatic slashed my tires and then my phone was dead. Dom was able to get his brother’s car to get us home, but I’m sorry if you were worried love.

Eve: No worries darling, I just, I can heat your dinner ...actually, I ate the Shepherd’s Pie...

Niko: You ate it? I thought you hated Shepherd’s Pie...

Eve: Oh you know...just...if you’re hungry enough, you’ll eat anything haa...mm *smoothes her hair back*

Niko: What is this....*pets her hair off her neck and sees the mark*

Eve: What is what?

Niko: Is that...you have a bruise forming on your neck Eve, like a hickey

Eve: WHAT?? No....that’s impossible...

Niko: I see it....it’s right there...

Eve: ohhh HAHA that! I umm....wacked it on the drawer knob it was sticking out I bent down and turned right into it yknow how clumsy I get when I’m tired somtimes

Niko: You do? *confused about how it happened....*

Eve: Darling why don’t we go get something to eat.

Niko: I just got home Eve and the car is abandoned on the side of the street still.

Eve: We can call a tow and figure it out and get you some food. I just....need to get out of this house, I feel like I’m going to go crazy.

Niko: Stir crazy you mean?

Eve: Sure. Darling let’s just get out., I need fresh air before I lose my mind.

Niko: whatever you want Eve.

Eve: Great let me just change.....*Eve’s mind wanders to what she’s trying not to want...all of Villanelle...over all of her....all over the kitchen and the table and the bathroom and the bedroom and the-*

Niko: Better put on a sweater Eve, there’s a chill in the air outside

Eve: Okay darling *feeling like she’s a house on fire actively burning to the ground*

Chapter Text

*Eve and Elena are wasting time in the office waiting for Kenny to gather some intel on the possible whereabouts of Nadia. She has been M.I.A., presumed injured, given there were two locations with blood in the field. A trail of blood drops leading away from the scene was evident. The vehicle was empty and abandoned, a deceased male, shot dead located and Villanelle.....*

Elena: So your girlfriend is missing in action

Eve: The third assassin has not been located *Eve pulls at her turtleneck sweater*

Elena: Oh we located her Eve. Remember? She chased the car shooting at us down the lane and then you decided to play peacemaker, assassin whisperer, risking all of our lives. Did you not hear the insane panic in my voice Eve.....

Eve: All I know is she wanted me

Elena: Oh I have no doubt of that. She wanted you....

Eve: *pinching the bridge of her nose* You know what I mean Elena

Elena: Or maybe you wanted her. Is this the assassin with the huge knockers that you had me look up?

Eve: I could use a smoke, do you want to go out for a smoke

Elena: *looking at Eve analyzing her body language...the discomfort at the question* If you feel like you need a smoke before divulging all the juicy details of your wild ride with the huge knockers assassin, then don’t let me stop you Eve *amused tone*

Eve: *rolls her eyes and grabs her bag* c’mon, Kenny is going to be a while longer. I’ll just text him *quickly thumbing the words into her cell phone*

*Some 23 min later, sharing take-away, coffee and smokes, they are all settled in for a debriefing on Villanelle*

Elena: okay we got the greasy food, the caffeine, the smokes, the guilty pleasures flowing....now for the last guilty pleasure...Villanelle. Talk to me.

Eve: *takes a huuuuge sucking drag on her cigarette, keeping eye contact with Elena*

Elena: Oh gawd...THAT bad? What did she do?

Eve: Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu *blows out the smoke in a fluid stream upwards* She killed Frank is what she did

Elena: Bloody Hellll!! ....I feel bad now...I mean we really played some games with him didn’t we? *shaking her head and putting the lighter to her cigarette*

Eve: Yeah well....when you’re in bed with the enemy, selling secrets and intel for personal gain with no regard for any of our lives *shakes her head again, taking a drag*

Elena: He got his didn’t he? Those poor kids....first Bill....now Frank??

Eve: You realize Frank is essentially the one who got Bill killed *stabbing a fork into the food in the cardboard takeaway container*

Elena: Hmmm....Not Villanelle? *winces through the smoke at Eve blowing a puff to the side with a side smirk*

Eve: Villanelle is like....she’s like a caged animal. You kick a dog enough times and it’s going to snap and bite and viciously attack anyone nearing it without question. Shoot now, ask questions later.

Elena: Or stab even....she stabbed Bill how many times?

Eve: who’s even counting at this point *hears Villanelle’s voice saying this same thing and shakes the thought away*

Elena: Okay so Frank jiggered Bill, Villanelle.. it was self-defence...?? -confused look-

Eve: *sucking that cigarette like it’s a milkshake too thick for the straw; scowling lost in conflicting thoughts and a malfunctioning moral compass* All I’m saying is she killed Frank...he was in MY dress Elena...

Elena: How did he look? *takes a puff with a guilty amused look*

Eve: Like a caricature, broken down doll

Elena: What all was in that luggage anyways? The one Villanelle ...blinged out for you.

Eve: *exhaling Os with the smoke* Well this amazing dress *smiles to herself*

Elena: WHAT?? Tell me...

Eve: You wouldn’t believe it *head shake*

Elena: I want to know every bloody detail Eve!

Eve: *pauses thinking if she should* M’kay look....this is off the record just me and you...

Elena: Gal pals shooting the breeze, lips are sealed *nodding*

Eve: Gawd I can’t believe... *head shake then thumbs her eyebrow as she holds the cigarette between her fingers letting it burn more and more ash* She bought me like a fitted designer dress, black satin, near pencil skirt....

Elena: Noooo!

Eve: YES!

Elena: How did it look? *Smirk*

Eve: *head shake taking another drag on her smoke*

Elena: That good eh? *eyebrow bounce* Tell me

Eve: Fit like a surgical glove Elena...we’re talking....*bites her lip shaking her head again*

Elena: A$$ for days eh?

Eve: ELENA!!

Elena: Whuuuut? You’ve got a great a$$ *Shrug* anybody with eyes can see that Eve *shovels some food in her mouth*

Eve: okay well Vilanelle noticed too then

Elena: *talking with her mouth full* I bet she did ...probably has a wall in her flat dedicated to your a$$. Just covered in butt shots and a$$ and every angle imaginable. A shrine to all things Eve’s a$$!

Eve: You are impossible! Anyways...the dress fit like it was made for me.... now how would she know that?

Elena: She seems very well acquainted with your body Eve *amused as she takes a swig of her coffee*

Eve: that’s what’s concerning me

Elena: or exciting you? *knowing smirking glint in her eye*

Eve: Ohhh shuuuut Uuuuup!

Elena: *stuffs more food in her mouth* what else was in there

Eve: Big huge bottle of perfume...said Villanelle on it.

Elena: Made for you Eve? How did it smell....

Eve: *Eve looks up at the sky shaking her head and takes another sucking drag on her cigarette*

Elena: Oh Gawd...you’re in trouble Eve.

Eve: *nodding exhaling smoke* yeah she’s going to try and kill me maybe

Elena: Not that kind of trouble *eyebrow bounce*

Eve: Ohhhh ffffuuu- youuuu

Elena: Not me, her....or have you not thought about that yet today!

Eve: *stuffs a massive mouthful of food in her mouth, too large to even possibly answer the question*

Elena: That’s right....keep stuffing it in whenever the answer is “yes”

Eve: *napkin to her mouth trying not to laugh*

Elena: So then she breaks in....

Eve: *Nodding*

Elena: Hair up or hair down?

Eve: *chewing doing a swirl with her finger at the back of her head indicating up*

Elena: dressed up? Dressed down?

Eve: *points down as she chews*

Elena: were you scared Eve?

Eve: *cough* I was terrified Elena, utterly terrified *chewing more*

Elena: utterly ...hmm

Eve: What?

Elena: You loved it

Eve: *finger in her mouth picking at her teeth* Elena, I’m a trained professional, this is an assassin. She killed Bill.

Elena: What now then, hmm?

Eve: Figuring out what she wants, so I can take it away from her and kill it

Elena: And what if what she wants is you Eve? What then?

Eve: It’s turning into a game Elena. Like chess

Elena: cat and mouse....who’s the cat again?

Eve: *gets a replay moving mental picture of Villanelle crawling up on top of her catlike on the kitchen table. Eve crosses her legs real quick squeezing them together at the visual sensation.* Maybe I’m the cheese ....to draw her into the trap.

Elena: Be careful Eve. Bill tried to trap her and you saw what happened to him.

Eve: I don’t think she would hurt me like that.

Elena: You’re like a bloody teeter totter on that point Eve! You’re either delusional or deceived or both. She stabs Bill, she castrates Frank. She was in jail for castration and murder and a long list of other awful things.

Eve: all her victims were men though Elena. She can’t castrate me *pushes away the empty take-away carton*

Elena: Tell that to the girl she slashed and dashed in the hospital! Surely you haven’t forgotten already Eve! *delayed silence*…Did she threaten you?

Eve: Not in so many words *remembers Villanelle leaning into her neck biting her, giving her a hickey…she grips her coffee cup feeling thirsty ...thirstyyy thirstyyyy*....implied it.

Elena: Kenny is tracking down this Nadia girl, she was part of the trio of assassins who kidnapped Frank. Maybe you are too close to this case Eve. The emotions of Bill...

Eve: No. He needs to be vindicated.

Elena: You think you’re the one to right that wrong? It won’t bring him back Eve. I don’t want to see you in a body bag next.

Eve: What if I’m a$$ up in the body bag? *blows smoke at Elena*

Elena: Oh well then forget I said anyyyything Eve!! When can we get started?! Hahahaha

Eve: *smiles and laughs with her* Soon as Kenny gives me intel on Nadia.

Elena: How far are you going to follow these threads Eve?

Eve: until Villanelle pays for what she did.

Elena: What if she shows up again in a sexy, fitted black suit....looking like a dream, no shirt, just the jacket and fitted pants... knockers and cleavage showing, she wants you to play a different kind of game.

Eve: Let her. I can play games too. *Eve’s mind drifts over that mental picture Elena’s painted of Villanelle, only she puts a tie on her and a vest and pinstripes and her hands are in her pockets and....* what?

Elena: *suspicious look* uh huh. Listen it’s getting all a bit chaotic isn’t it?

Eve: This is different. I know Villanelle’s weakness now.

Elena: Which is?

Eve: *gets up and flicks her cigarette to the side, blowing smoke upwards* Me.

Chapter Text

*Villanelle has found herself in a place that she vowed she would never go back to ever again. The darkness in her soul...The pure hell of a Russian prison is like a dagger to her Achilles. If she weren’t so beautiful and intelligent in this smorgasbord of easily manipulated potentials with limp lifeless hair...fractured felines, failed criminals ...inept ...broken-down dolls..*

Villanelle: *smiles to herself remembering Frank in that dress posing* Are you done yet?

Nadia: Almost....

Villanelle: I know it’s been a while, but...*Villanelle thumbs her eyebrow with annoyance* I’m pretty sure it’s still in the same place it was the last time we -

Nadia: I can’t with you supervising like a schoolteacher

Villanelle: You seemed to be turned on before when we played the schoolteacher games Nadia...or have you forgotten?

Nadia: Yes, but I was Anna and you were late with your homework

Villanelle: *puts her arm behind her head looking at the ceiling, the lights, counting the squares. She arches her eyebrow exasperated that Nadia is determined to finish what she started...time to bring it home* There....*slides her hand into the side of Nadia’s hair and grips the back of her head* Lower.....*pulls at her hair* fassssster *coughs up a courtesy moan to move things along* mmm keeep...doing *pulling Nadia against her...letting her mind drift to the smell of her perfume on Eve’s neck* YES....*Eve’s a$$ in that dress* YES! *Eve’s a$$ out of the dress* yesyesyesyeyeyesysyes!! *feels something with that last visual and waits a few moments...then clears her throat* Now?

Nadia: *puts her head up and rolls her eyes, then brushes the back of her hand against her mouth and crawls up beside Villanelle on the prison cell cot and cuddles into her* Did you...

Villanelle: *blank expression then with an eyebrow expectantly raised* Did I?

Nadia: *snuggles her face into Villanelle’s neck, sliding her hand around her side squeezing*

Villanelle: *deflects from the question* I’m so glad we were able to kiss and make up like this Nadia.....*pets the back of her hair reluctantly* I was worried you would mm *choosing her words* blame me for the car malfunctioning....reversing while in drive. These cars are like tin cans held together with bolts and nuts and unnecessary crossed wires can cause so many of these recalls nowadays. I was sure you were dead.

Nadia: *silent stillness*

Villanelle: And then you ran when you saw me in the kitchen here....remember that? *laughs squeezing the back of Nadia’s neck...pinning her to her with a non-verbal threat...* you know I would never hurt you right? Accidents happen....alll the time.

Nadia: *nods gently remaining speechless*

Villanelle: goood ...smashing Pumpkins is not something I want to do....*releasing her grip and then caressing the back of her neck with her fingertips* Now that we’ve solved that and kissed....*she presses her lips to the top of Nadia’s head* and made uuuup *squeezes Nadia’s shoulder and slides her palm back and forth across her shoulder blades soothing her* Tell me again what was said in that meeting with Caroline and Constantine...*she fixes her stare on the door expressionless as Nadia starts talking*

Nadia: They wanted to know who I work for, who sent us to shoot Frank...what it is we were after.

Villanelle: And what did you tell them? *swirling her fingers in circles gently up and down Nadia’s upper back*

Nadia: I said I didn’t know

Villanelle: and? *eyebrow arch*

Nadia: I was only doing a job and Frank was the target

Villanelle: Good giiirrrrlll *whisper* such a good girrrrllll *rubs Nadia’s earlobe between her thumb and finger gently*

Nadia: *softly starts kissing into Villanelle’s neck* am I your good girl?

Villanelle: You know you are Anna *squeezes her eyes shut in annoyance* and....what did they say they would do for you Nadia...

Nadia: They said they wanted to get me out of here. That I could be used as an asset...the one lady said I could even be an assassin helping them

Villanelle: *clutches at Nadia’s shirt* One lady? How many ladies were there Nadia? Count. One? Two?

Nadia: Two *she pulls back looking at Villanelle’s expression*....why?

Villanelle: *clenching her jaw muscles* How long were you going to wait to tell me that Nadia?

Nadia: I didn’t think it was important

Villanelle: okay just....*nodding for her to continue* describe her..was she short...small...big hair?

Nadia: Big flowing curls... black hair

Villanelle: Haaaa! *filling with awe and glee knowing .....KNOWING!!!!* Was....her name Eve by any chance? *waiting on baited breath*

Nadia: She was an Asian woman with amazing hair. I did not know her name. She’s going to see me again...

Villanelle: when Nadia? WHEN? *can hardly control herself grasping at the back of Nadia’s hair*

Nadia: This afternoon, in a few hours

Villanelle: *filled with a euphoric wave of delight that Eve has found her* haaaa haha

Nadia: what? Why??

Villanelle: *head shake* I need you to do something real quick for me Nadia

Nadia: anything *leans in kissing under Villanelle’s jawline*

Villanelle: Not that *annoyed* I need you to do what you were doing before

Nadia: again??

Villanelle: Yes...hurry *urgently reaching to undo her pants, pressing Nadia down and replaying in her mind the fantasy/reality/soon-to-be again dynamic between her and Eve in that kitchen with the Shepherd’s Pie and the shirt, with the two separate pieces, and Eve’s a$$ up on the bathroom counter and her turning Eve on with all the killing she’s been doing....so much killing...slides her hands around Nadia’s neck, who’s doing a sub-par job of finding her orgasm*

Nadia: Mmmmmm ...*gasp* Villanelllllllleeeeee

Villanelle: EVvvvveee *gasps at the wave of arousal surging and spiking through her, as she smothers Nadia between her thighs, while strangling the breath out of her too*

*Clutching Nadia's neck with her long slender fingers..fingers Eve was fantasizing about as she washed and lathered her hands...Villanelle arching her spine off the cot in orgasm as she visualizes Eve in that dress...her dress....black satin..breathless....with want....wanting Villanelle to stop talking....as she chokes and chokes....and strangles...and kills...imagining Eve watching her...aroused out of her mind watching her..as Nadia’s struggle fades and becomes weaker and weaker...until she is a lifeless pawn in a lover’s game about to begin*

Chapter Text

*Eve waits in a separate room, with four, grey, cold, stone walls. A Russian prison, twice in one day…she rolls her eyes and gathers her jacket around her tighter as the damp wet cold seeps into her bones and her teeth start to chatter. Her mind drifts to Villanelle...so young, so troubled, living in a place like this..abandoned...alone. She shakes her thoughts and remembers how Villanelle killed and tormented and tortured-*

*The door swings open and in walks Villanelle with a smug look on her face. Eve remains expressionless as her eyes fix on Villanelle’s*

Jail Guard – Nadia. *huffing look at Eve*

Villanelle – *the jail guard pats her down and slides her hands all over her backside and down her legs and up between her legs grasping. She arches her eyebrow at Eve when the hand grasps at her groin and pats down her other leg* See Eve? I get full service in here. Thank you Druska....we can finish what we started later *air kisses at her as she leaves*

*The windowless door slams shut and they are alone*

Eve: *totally mentally unprepared for Villanelle, she starts to feel itchy and grasps at her neck* H-H-how? How are you here?

Villanelle: Miss me Eve? Tsk tsk *leans forward* Woooww...I really did leave a mark didn’t I? *looking at the hickey on Eve’s neck* Well the usual ways Eve....I committed a crime. *she collapses down into the chair*

Eve: What crime? Bill? Frank? Pick one from the fourteen other stunts.

Villanelle: *sigh* I never stunned anyone Eve. Stun guns are...too zappy *twitches her nose*

Eve: STUNT....

Villanelle: *confused* I mean I’m stunning....we know that.

Eve: Nevermind. Where is Nadia.

Villanelle: Nice to see you too Eve....why is there a cot in here? *arching back on her chair legs*

Eve: I’m not here for you.

Villanelle: *thuds her chair back down to the floor* You sure?

Eve: Tell me where Nadia is or I will be yelling for that jail guard in 3 seconds

Villanelle: Nadia had too much to drink *Smirks* she’s intoxicated *stifling a laugh*

Eve: Three....

Villanelle: She’s having a nap.

Eve: Two...

Villanelle: She had an asthma attack she can’t talk right now. *staring Eve down to defy her*

Eve: How do they not know?

Villanelle: Because we are numbers in here Eve. Not faces. They look in the cell, they see a head with a rag on it, sleeping in a cot, they think it’s Nadia.

Eve: I doubt they wouldn’t know your face *she catches herself too late and bites her lip*

Villanelle: *leans her elbows on the table and smirks at Eve* I know right? I mean...psshhh *gestures to her facecard* You would think...

Eve: *glances at the cupid’s bow forming Villanelle’s top lip and closes her eyes and rubs her forehead in frustration* How did you get in here? What were you doing?

Villanelle: Sex in public *eyes go wide at Eve and gasps* It was sSOoooo loud but SO SO worth it, yknow? Sometimes you just get the urge and you just have to *she slides her palms to the sides of the table and thrusts her hips up, wrapping her ankles around the chair legs, making it hop off the ground and the table does a screech on the floor inching closer to Eve*

Eve: *feels a surge between her legs* Ha! *head shake* Right. Sex in public *head nod at Villanelle*

Villanelle: I also have been known to y’know....*puts her hand over one eye and spreads her fingers and peeks out at Eve* PEEP! Peeep peeep peeep *opening and closing her fingers with each peep*

Eve: Peekaboo?

Villanelle: Sure. I “peekaboo” people in their houses...well.. *eye roll* I mean pff people....women specifically *blink blink innocently looking at Eve*

Eve: Voyeurism you mean.

Villanelle: I mean....no, we don’t go on vacations together Eve. I’m looking at them...y’know? It’s a game? They act like they don’t know....that I’m watching them...try on clothes.

Eve: *clawing for her scarf around her neck feeling like the room is 100 degrees* You..you you...

Villanelle: Sometimes they’re even in the bath....making things very soapy eh? You like baths don’t you?

Eve: Okay enough! *pinches the bridge of her nose* You are here now.

Villanelle: Yes. With you. Again. Miss me Eve? Hmm? Just between us....you can tell me.

Eve: So...Nadia? We’re here to discuss your options. We talked earlier, have you given any further thought to my offer?

Villanelle: *sits up straighter and takes her elbows off the table* I did think about it actually.

Eve: Really?

Villanelle: Yes. My answer is No.

Eve: No? To what?

Villanelle: To your question.....

Eve: You don’t even know what the question was you smug-

Villanelle: *tone goes cold and humour and sarcasm fades immediately as she lowers her tone and clenches her jaw* I do not. Need you. To save me. I never did. *she shouts* EVVVVVVE!!!!

Eve: *startles and her heart jumps hearing Villanelle’s lethal tone so cold and void of ...* Lower your voice.

Villanelle: WHY EVE?! SCARED THEY’LL TAKE ME AWAY FROM YOU?!? AHAhaha

Eve: SHUT UP! Shutup!!

Villanelle: Ahhhhh *Sigh* Eve...you are tooo easy. I knew soon as I was in a little cage, you’d come to find me and play with me.

Eve: This isn’t playtime Villanelle. This is serious.

Villanelle: If it was serious they wouldn’t have put us in this windowless room without cameras Eve *Smirk*

Eve: What in h&ll are you talking about?

Villanelle: This room. The prison cot? I’m not cuffed or chained or anything. Didn’t you wonder why?

Eve: *looking around the room dumbfounded* I-I-I

Villanelle: I-I-I....More like YES YES YES! *does scissor hands together over and over*

Eve: STOP THAT!!

Villanelle: They think we are lovers Eve *smirk* having a *does scissor hands again only slower ...banging the V of her fingers together slowly then faster and faster and faster* AHHh!! Huuu! AHHHH! HUUU! YES!!

Eve: *through clenched teeth* Shhhhhuuuut the F&ck up you idiot!

Villanelle: They have to think we’re having sex Eve. You’re the quietest orgasm ever, I know but... UHHHH!!! Huuuu UUUHHHH huuuu *bucking the table leg with her knee making it screech on the floor* YESSS!! HUUU HUUU *gasping*

Eve: *covers her ears and then her eyes* Sh*T!

Villanelle: C’mon Eve *Smirk* make it convincing *Bangs the table leg again groaning* FUUUU *wheezes* Kkk HUUuu HUUU YES!! *curses in Russian and grits her teeth* AHHUUhuuHau AHHhh....*releasing sound exhaling looking at Eve like a predator*

Eve: *feeling herself get wet and flex inward when Villanelle thrusts and speaks Russian* I am not playing your perverted game Villanelle *she reaches for her water bottle with a slight shake to her hand taking a drink*

Villanelle: *watching Eve’s hand shake as her chest rises and falls letting herself pant audibly on purpose* Huuu Huuuu.....Huuu.....Huuuu

Eve: *having a staring contest with Villanelle; still drinking the water til it’s gone* ahhh mkay. We got that out of the way.

Villanelle: Did we? *Smirks* Wanna go again? *thumbs her lips dragging her bottom lip down slightly flicking the tip of her thumb with her tongue, looking at Eve’s lips wet from the water*

Eve: You’ve played your little game.

Villanelle: In withdrawal from me Eve? *wink* I thought I only made your legs shake.

Eve: Where is Nadia.

Villanelle: Nadia *head nod and pouty lip* she was Sooooo tired from your boring questions before Eve. I tried to cheer her up y’know? You’ll love this part...I even had to use my legs at one point *covers her mouth with a mock gasp*

Eve: *closes her eyes and hangs her head down*

Villanelle: It’s like.... You sucked the life right out of her or something. *starts doing a sucking and slurping derogatory sound*

Eve: *head nod* I don’t know why I even bother at this point.

Villanelle: So that’s a no for sucking then? Hmm....interesting....I was sure you’d love that part...I mean...obviously *angelic, shy, embarrassed expression as she points to her amazing lips*

Eve: *lingers looking at Villanelle’s lips a touch too long*

Villanelle: I’m more of a hands on kind of girl y’know what I mean? *slowly drums her fingers in sequence on the table looking at Eve and then slows the sequence and just lets her middle finger....drum....and drum.....and drum against the table*

Eve: *feeling on edge tries to speak through a now dry mouth and throaty foggy sound* Did you ....*bites her lip* Did you put your hands on Nadia?

Villanelle: Did I ever. You want to hear about it?

Eve: Yes.

Villanelle: I knew you would. HAAA! I knew you would!! *gives a hammer fist pound to the tabletop a few times* Okay so.....Nadia was between my legs right.

Eve: *stops resisting and rests her elbow on the table and cradles her chin in her open palm watching Villanelle silently*

Villanelle: So she likes to be choked

Eve: Mm hmm...

Villanelle: So I thought I’d spice it up right because she was so depressed after talking to you and your boring plans for the future

Eve: Right.

Villanelle: SO ...I decided to play this old game we used to play. I’d joke her...sorry, choke her.. while she had the ride of her life in the honey comb

Eve: The honey comb being?

Villanelle: pff.....Eve *offended*

Eve: C’mon Villanelle give me the details. Where was this ride? Where was the honey from?

Villanelle: Eve...you’re ruining the moment *annoyed look staring her down*

Eve: What? How?

Villanelle: You’re making this all about business.

Eve: Because this is business Villanelle. What do you think is going on here? That I’d come in here to see Nadia, see you instead and swoon and fall into your open legs mouth first?

Villanelle: *Appauled and offended even more now* paah ...haaa wouldn’t be the first time…jealous? *leans back in her chair again so the legs are off the floor in the front and giving Eve such an arrogant look*

Eve: YES! GIVE IT TO MEEEE!!! *kicks hard at Villanelle’s chair so she falls back with a thump to the floor. Eve stands up enraged and yanks the table front and back so it loudly screeches back and forth* FUUUUU&KK MEEEEE!!!!! *bang bang bang bang against the table* Is that personal enough for you??! *spits out the words* You arrogant dickhead?!

Villanelle: *gaping, jaw dropped at Eve in a state of awe and arousal in a heap on the floor*

Eve: GUARD!!! GUARD!!!! *Screaming banging on the door* Get me the H&LL out of this HELL HOLE!! *hammering the door like she’s been buried alive and she’s suffocating, burning up mad and going crazy inside*

Villanelle: *Sits up and puts her wrists together like an obedient little lamb, smiling perfectly, as the guard comes in and hauls her to her feet, cuffing her wrists and dragging her through the door back to her cell mercilessly*

Eve: *Turns and looks over her shoulder watching Villanelle look at her in a side glance, they share a suspended stare. The guard sticks a bully stick into her back and grasps her arm behind her back way too far as she winces and grimaces. Eve catches her breath from the rage she had seconds ago and now feels....she feels....she feels.* Noo....Villanelle *she whispers and reaches out slightly to her, but Villanelle disappears through another door back into the prison*

*Eve feels dishevelled like she’s just had a fight and angry sex and ....she’s running her fingers back through her hair spotting Caroline in the backseat of the waiting car and Constantine in the front seat*

Caroline: So? How did it go? Eve hurry up and get in and put your coat on, it’s 20 below.

Eve: Gawd...*gets into the car, trying to shove her arms in her coat, fighting the sleeve in exasperation, sweating* Did you know they have visiting rooms in the prison for conjugal visits with prisoners now??

Constantine: HAAA!!! HAAA!!

Eve: What?

Constantine: No they don’t! Maybe in America, but not in a Russian prison.

Caroline: That’s ridiculous Eve. Who told you that?

Eve: *bites her lip, looking out the window in frozen silence; her arm still stuck in her coat sleeve* Nobody.

Villanelle: *smiles to herself thinking about Eve and rolls over in her cot. She starts to giggle and then laugh uncontrollably as the guards break into Nadia’s cell and drag her out with her arms behind her back to the solitary confinement hole. She laughs harder and harder seeing them drag Nadia’s lifeless dummy body out from under the bed*

Chapter Text

Villanelle is sitting on a cold metal chair staring at the laptop with Constantine’s face plastered all over it. Her next mark, her next kill.

The paint is peeling off the ceiling like a haunted house of wax dripping and drooping away from the concrete. Old ghosts looming in the corners watching her next move...snickering and pointing at her laughing.

She hisses darting her eyes away from the corners and looks over at Anton....pinhead, dickhead, with his brains splattered all over the floor. Nobody tells her to SIT DOOWWwwn. She smiles to herself. There’s nothing quite like being part of an epic prison break and telling THE MAN, that he’s not THE MAN. She’s THE MAN and don’t you forget it.

Her mind is reeling with options...

Find Constantine and kill him. Find Constantine and not kill him. Find Constantine’s family and hold them hostage until he gives her what she wants. Which is? What does she want?

She wants to get out of this hell hole country and get back to her Paris apartment with her perfumes and her clothes and her THINGSsss that she likes collecting. The things she likes looking at...touching.

Her bed with those expensive sheets she stole from that Italian man she stabbed in the eye with her hairpin. All the sex she’s had in those sheets since hmm what she wouldn’t give for a hot bath in that tub with the fish taps.

She can’t leave though. She doesn’t have her passports and identification, money even. Constantine took all of that from her. If she escapes without finishing this kill what then? Will the 12 hunt her down? Kill her? They’ll kill her anyway if she doesn’t kill Constantine in 48 hours.

RRRrreallyy RRREallly annoying.

Her mind starts to wander to ....women. Eve...should she pull Eve into this? How can she use Eve in a way that will benefit both of them?

Villanelle: Hmmm....*she leans back in her chair thinking, stroking her chin*

She envisions phoning Eve, baiting her, tricking her into helping her. Give and take...information for safe passage out of Russia. Then again...she’s never liked to do things the safe way. She also doesn’t want to mix business with pleasure. Well...not right now anyway.

Villanelle: Eve.....*she bites her lip* Constantine.....*her mind wanders to a third option...*

Villanelle: Anna *her chair thumps back down to the ground and she stands up. She slides the gun into the back of her pants under her shirt* Time to make a house call.

Villanelle approaches Anna’s building looking up at the structure...memories start flashing in her mind of them laughing in the street and Anna trying to tickle Villanelle to get her to smile. Villanelle pulling away from Anna laughing as their picture was taken.

It was a simpler time. The fixation was young and fresh and innocent.

Villanelle enters the building climbing the stairs two at a time. She’s outside Anna’s doorway....the last time she darkened this doorway she had blood all over her hands. Max’s blood under her fingernails. Took forever to get her nails clean again...that was the worst part.

Villanelle paces the hall up and down pursing her lips in a state of lingering denial about her anxiety of seeing Anna again. The sound of Anna’s screams filling her ears when she found out what Villanelle had done to Max....

Villanelle pinches her eyes shut and goes to knock on Anna’s door and then swerves away from it again humming to herself about what she is going to say.

She smirks to herself at the sight in her mind of Max...”MAXI” *she rolls her eyes* being utterly dickless after she mutilated him and Anna still choosing him over her. She was in shock....it happens. *she pets her hair back and adjusts the low bun at the back. She pets her sleeves up on her shirt then pets them back down.

Villanelle: Fffffff *Sigh* hmm hmm *she stops ...standing near the door leaning her palm against the door frame* Anna....I come in peace...*she closes her eyes then looks up at the ceiling...she tilts her chin back down and straightens her spine flexing her shoulder blades and stretches her neck to the side cracking it. She lets her eyes go dead and knocks on the door like she is the police*

Anna: *calling from inside* Cooooomiiiiing

Villanelle: *smirks* Not yet

Footsteps approaching...a chain is unlatched, the handle is drawn....

Anna: Back for mo- *she stops mid sentence gasping in utter shock like she has seen a ghost*

Villanelle: Miss me?

Anna: *puts a hand to her mouth* N-N-N Noo...No no no No

Villanelle: Uhhh Yes *nod* Open the door *smile* Please.

Anna: What are you- ...who...HOW?

Villanelle: What am I?

Anna: *scrunches her eyes shut* You know what I mean.

Villanelle: I think what you mean is. Villanelle I am so happy to see you again. What miracle is this that we are together again? Yes?

Anna: I was told you were dead! *covers her face with her hands and shakes her head* No...no no. This can’t be happening. You can’t be here.

Villanelle: I can and I am. Can I come in? It is the least you can do.

Anna: The least I can....YOU KILLED MY-

Villanelle: LOWER YOUR....*polite smile catching herself and reeling in the simmering rage* Lower your voice. Please. *angelic smile* I just want to talk. For old times sake? Closure?

Anna: *takes her hands away from her face and looks at Villanelle with silent simmering disdain* Closure...mm *head nod* Yes. *she opens the door wider and allows Villanelle into her home once again*

Villanelle: *steps back in time into the room where it all began and it all ended so horribly wrong* Ha! *notices the picture of Anna and her Maxi framed on the wall*

Anna: What are you doing here? *standing with her arms crossed*

Villanelle: I thought you would be happy to see me....

Anna: You ended my life. Do you know that?

Villanelle: You ended mine. Ever been in a Russian prison Anna?

Anna: It’s where you belong. Where you STILL belong~!

Villanelle: *continuously steps into Anna’s personal space walking her back until her backside bumps into the dining table. She is forced to sit down with Vilanelle looming above her looking down at her* Say that again? *tilts her head and bends her ear right close to Anna’s lips*

Anna: You’re a psychotic killer and you castrated my HUSBAND!!!

Villanelle: *winces* Anna you act like you didn’t ask me to do it....

Anna: I DID NO SUCH THING!!!

Villanelle: Again....*grits her teeth and puts a finger to Anna’s lips* Lower your voice *pets a finger down Anna's throat teasing the idea of choking it out of her* You seem to be having some memory problems maybe I need to remind you of how the conversation went. *she takes out her gun from the back of her pants* Maybe this will jog your memory *waffles it in front of her face*

Anna: *Gasp* HU! N-N-No ...*scooching her pelvis back further on the table*

Villanelle: Nah-uh uhhh no running awayyy...*Villanelle catches her around the knee, gripping and tugging her closer again* Tell me...what you said. That last night. Remember?

Anna: No! Stop it! *pinching the bridge of her nose*

Villanelle: We’d spent the whole day fff- ...

Anna: you misunderstood what I was saying!

Villanelle: You saiiiid...if something ever happened to Maxi...if dear dear Maxi ever had an accident...if Maxi didn't have a penis....I would be the one that you would-

Anna: I’m not listening to this! *gets up and pushes past Villanelle*

Villanelle: *lets her as she rolls her eyes and follows her into the living room* You will if I say you will. SIT DOWN *pointing to the chair in the corner*

Anna: NO!

Villanelle: So authoritative still eh? Still wanting control? Telling me what to do...you always liked that eh? Teacher’s pet...Teacher student...I wonder what the school would think if they got an anonymous call...reporting inappropriate behaviour with a female student? *mock gasp* what would they say? What would they doooo? Pull your teaching license Anna?

Anna: You wouldn’t!

Villanelle: Wouldn’t I? You think you know me still?

Anna: I know you Villanelle. I always have and still do. *reaching out palming Villanelle’s cheek like Eve did*

Villanelle: *winces and flutters her eyes closed at the touch of her hand* There’s nothing to know.

Anna: You are wrong.

Villanelle: Tell me what it is I want then Anna. If you know so much.

Anna: To be seen. *she smoothes her palm further up Villanelle’s jaw letting her fingers slide into her hairline behind her ear*

Villanelle: *nostrils flare holding Anna's gaze*

Anna: To be loved for who you are.

Villanelle: *eyes go big and puppydog-like looking at Anna* mm *she bites her lip and holds it with her teeth* Wrong again. See? You don’t know anything. I’m a psychopath did you say?

Anna: *closes her eyes at her own words being spoken back*

Villanelle: We’re not capable of love.

Anna: You are not-

Villanelle: DON’T... patronize me. I’m not a love struck teenager hot for teacher anymore. Maybe I was just lust struck. You’ve gotten old by the way. *petting the gun softly down Anna's neck to just below her collarbones; staring her down*

Anna: I know....

Villanelle:...I like it...*glistening eyes*

Anna: You’ve changed too.

Villanelle: I’m beautiful I know.

Anna: *takes her hand away slowly from Villanelle’s face* Beautiful and confident...so much confidence. Remember how shy you would be in our lessons sometimes trying to learn English...

Villanelle: *whimsical smile remembering* I was naive.

Anna: You were so eager to learn. Remember you couldn’t wrap your tongue around that one word what was it....

Villanelle: I could wrap my tongue around other things though couldn’t I? *smirks at Anna with a knowing look*

Anna: ....*bites her lip and blushes looking down then back up into Villanelle’s eyes* You were very persistent....

Villanelle: I knew what I wanted *looking at Anna’s hair, reaching out to touch it*

Anna: You wanted it....all the time....*eyes glowing at the memory*

Villanelle: *nod* I learned a lot. You were a very good teacher *smirk* How many students did you have again?

Anna: Just you.

Villanelle: *wraps a strand of Anna’s hair around her finger and gives it a soft pulling tug* Just me. *head nod*

Anna: Yes....

Villanelle: Kind of ironic the number of times you couldn’t wait to sit back in that chair and let me-

Anna: *bites her lip* Stop it..

Villanelle: Ha! No that’s not what you’d say. You’d say....”Come here.”

Anna: *quiet silence...slowly sits down in the chair and looks up at Villanelle* Come here

Chapter Text

*Carolyn sits in a leather chair beside a crackling fire in a closed club, holding a drink swirling it around watching the cubes clink in her glass waiting for Eve to arrive. The place is empty except for one server..she called in a favour from an...OLD old friend. He provided her a space to work and have private meetings while in the area. This trip has flirted too close to danger. Worse than that mission in 1984 where the plan flew so hard off the rails she came face to face with a full frontal in a Turkish bath. She winces and sips her drink as Eve arrives*

Eve: Carolyn *exasperated* sorry I’m late...got caught with my-

Carolyn : As long as it’s not on camera Eve, who’s to know? Please....*points to the chair opposite her*

Eve: *sits down and looks up seeing a massive art piece on the far wall behind Carolyn depicting a topless female wearing a black balaclava with Mickey ears. *Eve’s jaw drops* Uhhh....

Carolyn : Are you thirsty Eve? Is there anything you want to eat?

Eve: *Continues to stare at the piece with her mind wandering to Villanelle...she shakes her head straight...to look back at Carolyn* a...d-drink? umm I’m thirsty I could use a drink actually...*ahem* *she glances again at the breasts and claws her scarf away from her neck feeling very warm from the heat....of the nearby fireplace*

Carolyn : *nods to a man behind the bar who starts preparing something* So.....tell me...

Eve: Well I visited Anna as we discussed.

Carolyn : *sips her drink slowly* Extraordinary...what did you think?

Eve: She was nice, I mean we have a lot of similarities actually.

Carolyn : I knew you would.

Eve: Villanelle seemed to have a very strong fixation with her.

Carolyn : mm *nod* was it a mutual fixation?

Eve: I would say yes. She has kept all the letters....there’s dozens of them. Love letters I’d say.

Carolyn: Did you keep your promise? *looking at the flames burning the log to bits, snapping and crackling in the fireplace, as Eve receives her drink from the server*

Eve: *sips at that brown liquor and takes a quick intake of breath at how strong it is* I did....

Carolyn : I need to hear you say it Eve.

Eve: I never told Anna that Villanelle was still alive. Carolyn what is this about...

Carolyn: Jolly good *smile* Eve....there is something that you need to know.

Eve: okay.....

Carolyn: Anna was recruited and has been an asset with the Translation Bureau providing intel and other ....observations and translations on missions..

Eve: *delayed silence* how long?

Carolyn: Always

Eve: *head nod* even back to the Villanelle days pre-prison?

Carolyn: What matters now Eve is that she has no knowledge that Villanelle is here and that there are intersecting lines that both of them are unaware of....her and Max are...or rather, were an operative couple.

Eve: meaning?

Carolyn: we had arranged their domestic situation as a cover. Max worked in a position similar to Kenny with IT and sourcing...tracking etc. Anna was working at the school because she had access to students and teachers and faculty and different resources that benefited us....

Eve: So ....where does Villanelle fit into all this now?

Carolyn: Not everything is about Villanelle Eve

Eve: *looking up at the naked tits of the woman in the artwork behind Carolyn and takes a big gulp of her drink* Huuuu *sour face*

Carolyn: Back then, things went sideways....to put it lightly. Anna and Villanelle had...an entanglement of sorts.

Eve: She told me they never had sex. She was very direct and emphatic about that.

Carolyn: *amused smile and takes a drink* Yes well...old friends....new friends...just friends...

Eve: *bites her lip* So Villanelle became fixated with her....obsessed?

Carolyn: Yes....it started to interfere shall we say. Too much with the missions and the plans and Max started losing focus. He took things personally....this was a business arrangement with Anna. It got complicated.

Eve: Villanelle loves to complicate *smiles to herself and looks at the flames*

Carolyn: *nod* mm....yes well she did just that. Max wasn’t supposed to be in the apartment. He was warned to stay away and let Anna handle it. She said she was handling it...until she wasn’t.

Eve: Nobody can handle Villanelle....*glancing up at the topless artwork again...letting her eyes wander from top to bottom slowly*

Carolyn: Not even you? *arches an eyebrow and takes a drink without reacting to the high alcohol content*

Eve: I would need more time

Carolyn: Funny....that’s what Anna said, just before Max lost his...

*server approaches with a plate of sausages. Eve and Caroline both look at the sausages and then each other*

Carolyn: No thank you *smile*..... Villanelle can be very persuasive Eve. If she thinks she is getting to you, she won’t stop until she gets what she is trying to get.

Eve: which is?

Carolyn: Name it. Anything. There is no limit or boundary to what she may want at any given time.

Eve: It’s a game.

Carolyn: Yes...well...Max wasn’t having fun with that game when he lost his knob in a game of snakes and ladders did he?

Eve: What if Villanelle goes to Anna’s house....

Carolyn: Why would she Eve?

*Eve bites her lip and slides her hand in her coat pocket, fingering Villanelle's....passport and credit card*

Carolyn: The woman put her in prison....she castrated her, albeit, faux husband, but...the lines became blurred between her and Max. The role playing became very real to him at least. Not sure about her....

Eve: Did you ever consider recruiting Villanelle?

Carolyn: ha! What kind of outfit do you think we are running here Eve? I’m now employing mutilators, liars, thieves and criminals?

Eve: I mean....the skill level would be unparalleled no?

Carolyn: *smiles and sips her drink* I just need to know if you think Anna...is stable.

Eve: Oh yeah...totally stable. Defiant and she almost seemed sentimental and defensive of Villanelle at times in the conversation. She still has clothes and perfume from her....

Carolyn: *nods* Jealous?

Eve: Ha! *bites her lip* of what exactly? A teenager and a woman old enough to be her mother?? ha hahaha *drags her hands back through her hair combing it over and over*

Carolyn: *watching Eve’s reaction with a knowing look* You wouldn’t be the first one Eve. This job has a lot of twists and turns. Trust me...things can get murky real fast.

Eve: This is business Carolyn. I’m a professional. Anna may have been emotional and lead by sentimental feelings to rescue a teenager in a bad situation.....

Carolyn: She’s not a teenager anymore Eve. She’s a young woman. A very persuasive one at that.

Eve: *mind drifts to Villanelle when she first saw Eve in the bathroom....the look in her eye was so captivating* hmm *nod* I need your permission to continue with this mission Carolyn, knowing that you will back me if needed.

Carolyn: What do you intend to do Eve? We do not know where she is....Kenny has tried getting intel. Everything is turning up a dead end, as if she was a ghost.

Eve: Ghost with no face *muses to herself*

Carolyn: I’m sorry?

Eve: Oh no...just something I’ve been researching another project....

Carolyn: Ah...*goes to get up from her chair* We’re keeping dibs on Anna Eve...I thought you should know. I’m sure this is a shock to you that she is closer than you thought. She may become a key role if necessary.

Eve: What do you mean by that Carolyn?

Carolyn: I mean if you can’t.....*eyebrows go up*

Eve: What? She can??? *gagged with offence at the suggestion*

Carolyn: Nothing is off the table is all I am saying. We need to find Villanelle before the 12 do and we need to reign in this mission. I’ve given you a lot of leeway until now.

* They turn to leave and Carolyn looks up at the naked mural and then looks at Eve*

Carolyn: Whatever it takes Eve.

*A mobile coffee vendor cart trying to drum up business rides past Eve and Caroline in the street, yelling the name of the shop and: Espresso! Iced Coffee!! JAVA!!! BLACK COFFEEE!!!!*

Carolyn: What kind of psychopath drinks black coffee? Eve let me know how it goes.

*Kenny is waiting with his laptop bag slung over his shoulder*

Eve: Kenny and I will get right on it ...maybe utilize Elena too.

Carolyn: yes well...Kenny may have to do some recon on Anna as well just to make sure. *she nods to Kenny and he nods back as she gets into a waiting car that has pulled up at the curb*

Kenny: *walks up to Eve* Hey...how did it go?

Eve: Did you know Anna was working for us? *staring straight ahead without blinking*

Kenny: *nods quietly*

Eve: *gives Kenny a very dirty disappointed look* We need to hack into those prison cameras and get eyes on Anna’s home too. Villanelle may go there for her passport and credit cards. Look, I found them hidden in the lining of a jacket Villanelle gave Anna and I pinched them *she pulls them out and shows Kenny*

Kenny: Wow...I have something for you too *he extends a hand out to Eve* Just as you ordered. Coffee. Black.

Eve: *bites her lip* Thanks.