Disclaimer: Ownership of the characters from V for Vendetta remains with the original creators. I merely invite them out to play with me once in a while to relieve the boredom.
Chapter 1
Evey's nerve almost failed her.
"I'm not sure I can do this." She said out loud to no one in particular. The shadow gallery was still, apart from the distant sound of metal striking metal. He was in the training room, fencing with one of his many medieval suits of armour.
She reached for the glass of wine that she had poured herself earlier and gulped down a large mouthful, in an effort to quell her sudden attack of nerves. Unaccustomed to drinking alcohol, the rich red ruby liquid burnt a fiery path down towards her stomach, instantly warming her and renewing her vigour.
V had this coming!
Evey had timed it just right. He would head for the bathroom after his workout, where he would shower and change into fresh clothing. He would then go into the kitchen, don his ridiculous flowery red apron and prepare their evening meal. It was the same routine night after night. However, that would not be the case tonight. Evie had adopted that role tonight.
She stood at the kitchen counter and continued to chop the carrots.
She looked at the kitchen clock; right on time, hearing V exiting the training room and enter his bedroom. A few minutes passed and she heard his bedroom door open and then bathroom door open and close.
Nearly time.
She placed the carrots in a pan of salted water on the cooker top and began to shred the Savoy cabbage. She heard the shower start in the bathroom and she estimated that he would finish his ablutions and present himself in the kitchen within ten minutes.
Evey steadied her hand.
He deserved this, she reminded herself.
This was payback.
Payback for all those times that he had tempted her and disturbed her sleep. She was positive he did it on purpose.
For the past two months she had been his prisoner, no sorry, houseguest. Although he had been a model gaoler and a perfect gentleman, he had wielded a unique method of torture against Evie. He'd sensitised her to every nuisance of his very being. In short, she found him simply irresistible.
That body of his, encased in black basket-weave silk and leather, his finely honed musculature, it was driving her insane! She had never quite realised just what a sexual being she was until she was housed in such closed quarters with this fine example of masculinity. He was, in her inexperienced opinion, the epitome of male perfection.
Sure, she knew he had scars from the fire at Larkhill. She had seen his hands that first morning when he had stood in this very room and prepared her eggy-in-a-basket for breakfast, but it didn't bother her. She had never been attracted to conventionally good-looking men per se. That's why she had accepted the invitation to dine with Gordon Dietrich on that fateful night. However, any such blossoming attraction she had felt towards him had long since evaporated after spending time with the delicious V.
"Ooh V". She whispered breathily and then growled unconsciously in desire.
She wanted strip away that cool and courteous veneer and make him lose control. Just like she did every time she closed her eyes and dipped into the unconscious realm of sleep.
For the last month or so, she had experienced the most erotic dreams about her and V. To be frank, her imagination had invented new and innovative ways to screw.
She had fucked V every which way and more in her mind!
But for the last two weeks, she had become convinced that this was not solely a linear interaction. In fact, she was pretty sure that the sexual chemistry that she was experiencing was in fact, not only reciprocated, but being actively encouraged by him. Little things that occurred reinforced this belief.
He would come behind her as she was reading or watching the television and ask her the simplest and straightforward questions. This in itself was not enough to suggest this but it was how asked her. She recognised the signs, the increased respirations as they drew near to one another and the apparent unwillingness to break close contact with each other.
"Are you enjoying the film Evey?" or "Would you like a cup of tea Evey?" He would ask her slowly, in his beautiful baritone voice, enunciating every syllable.
"No, what I really want V is you to pick me up and carry me into your bedroom and fuck me until my fillings fall out!" She wanted to reply.
"Yes, thank you V." She would politely answer.
Well tonight it was do or die. She had made the decision to seduce him one way or the other. She was prepared for either outcome; his acceptance or her advances rebuffed.
The time grew closer and with the cabbage shredded, she needed something else to do that wasn't too difficult, to keep her mind on but would keep her busy until he entered the kitchen. Cleaning down the surfaces should suffice. Evey grabbed the cloth and slowly began to clean up the mess.
On the other side of the gallery, she heard the bathroom door open and close. His boots clacked on the gallery's stone floor, as he approached the kitchen.
Showtime!