AN: A one-shot car mechanic AU! This is totally different than my other fics but I got the idea and decided to go for it!
A fair warning that it gets pretty hot and heavy towards the end.
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MONDAY
Eve and Elena walk next to each other down the sidewalk, Elena setting the pace faster than Eve cares to go. The summer sun warms their skin and cars zoom past on the street as they navigate around other pedestrians, occasionally breaking apart when an individual has the gall to walk between them.
Elena checks her watch, "We're barely at a thousand steps. We'll have to go down another block then circle back if we want to hit a mile."
Eve groans.
"You're the one who wanted to go out today."
Eve rolls her eyes and ignores Elena's comment.
Elena taps the face of her watch, "God, why is my heart rate so high? A hundred and eight and we're only walking?"
She picks up her pace, pumping her arms. Eve grudgingly tries to keep up.
"Why are you going faster? We're going for distance not time."
"Because I'm in terrible shape apparently. It's embarrassing."
"Oh my God."
Eve gets her legs moving as fast as Elena's, her heart rate picking up for a different reason.
The sound of mechanic drills gets louder as they approach the auto repair shop on the other side of the street, "V's Garage" as the showy cursive letters on the sign out front indicate.
Eve absently lets her gaze drift over, scanning the inside of the garage.
Her pace slows when her eyes find the tall woman in the navy-blue jumpsuit, running her hand through her blonde hair as she gestures angrily at the large around the middle man in the matching jumpsuit standing across from her. He simply shrugs his shoulders at her.
Eve slows little by little, coming almost to a stop as she watches the blonde throw up her hands in frustration then she picks up a wrench and points it at the car suspended on the lift, clearly worked up about something. She continues to gesture forcefully, one hand on her hip until suddenly the wrench flies out of her hand and across the garage clanking on the concrete.
Eve's eyes widen as she lets out a laugh.
The blonde woman shakes her head, appearing to be yelling at the man who hurries to retrieve the tool. She stares at the car on the lift a moment, then turns arou-
"Eve, are you coming?" Elena calls.
"Huh?" Eve turns.
Elena shoots her an impatient look from farther up the sidewalk. Eve chances another glance over at the garage but the blonde is no longer in sight.
She pulls herself away, hurrying to Elena who is now tapping a foot at her.
"You have a car that needs servicing or something?" she asks, eyeing the auto shop across the street.
Eve follows her gaze, her attention drawn to the garage once more, curiosity growing inside her.
"Uh, no."
TUESDAY
The street in front of Eve's house is quiet this morning. A lone jogger makes his way down the sidewalk, weaving around Eve who stands there staring at the back tire of the red Prius parked on the curb outside her house, the head of a nail completely flush with the tread.
The tire is not completely flat though it's certainly on its way, what little air that remains slowly escapes through the puncture.
Eve lets out a long sigh shaking her head, both hands on her hips and an irritated expression on her face as her eyes stay on the nail. She runs a hand through her wild curls as she contemplates how to resolve the situation.
Her brain immediately goes to the auto repair shop.
V's Garage if she remembers correctly.
She bites a nail as she replays the images of the blonde from the day before, glancing around the street as if to check that no one is watching her.
She takes a deep, steadying breath.
"Okay then," she exhales, making up her mind.
xxxxx
Eve opens the front door of the auto shop, a bell ringing overhead. She looks around the empty waiting room with its black and white checkered tiled floors and posters of vintage models of Aston Martins and Jaguars up on the walls.
She pauses, unsure if she should head to the Service desk or the Parts desk farther in the back. She glances through the glass wall that separates the waiting room and garage, a few cars already parked over inspection pits and one supported on a lift up off the ground, all the wheels removed.
Drills zip over a radio playing loud rock music.
Eve's eyes catch the blonde woman shouting something over her shoulder as she walks through the garage. She smiles when her gaze meets Eve's.
Eve's heart flutters. A small grin forms on her lips.
Then she suddenly forgets why she is there, standing in the middle of the waiting room of an auto repair shop on a Tuesday morning. She swallows as her mouth becomes dry.
The blonde woman pulls open the glass door, the clamor echoing around the quiet room before it closes behind her.
"Hi," she grins. "What can I help you with today?"
"Oh," Eve mutters, not prepared for the Russian accent that comes from the blonde.
Or the gleaming hazel eyes.
Or the lock of hair escaping the woman's bun for that matter.
Eve forces her mind to focus on the task at hand, realizing that more and more time is elapsing as she tries to get her mouth to form words.
"Russian," the blonde grins.
"What?"
"The accent."
"Oh," Eve creases her brow, having to look away from the woman for a moment, not prepared for the great deal of nervousness that has overcome her.
She glances at the woman's name tag, only the letter "V" sewn into it.
"V?" she can't stop herself from asking.
The blonde laughs, "For Villanelle."
"Oh," Eve chimes. "That's a cool name."
Villanelle laughs again, intrigued by the way this woman looks at her, her cheeks flushing as she smiles, clearly biting the inside of her lip.
"Oh, V's Garage!" Eve's scattered brain makes the connection, "You're V?"
"Yeah," Villanelle chuckles. "That's me. So what brought you in today?"
"Uh," Eve's mind blanks completely.
Villanelle grins a small grin to the side, waiting patiently for the woman to respond, eyes taking in her messy curls and deep brown eyes.
"I think I ran over a nail or something," Eve forces out.
xxxxx
Villanelle and Eve stare at the now flat as a pancake tire, Eve's Prius parked in the garage.
"You know you shouldn't drive on a flat," Villanelle glances at Eve.
"Oh, well, I don't live far, and I don't have a spare, so it seemed like the only option."
"Hm."
Villanelle squats down to examine the tire closer, easily finding the nail as well as what appears to be a smaller second puncture.
"Huh. Yeah you ran over a nail. Maybe even twice which I did not know was possible, but," she stands and looks at Eve, "I guess it can happen."
She smiles.
Their stares linger.
"Uh…"
Villanelle can't help but notice the fine lines on the woman's forehead and around her mouth. Her heart beats out of rhythm.
Eve looks at her expectantly.
"Uh."
Villanelle has to glance back down at the tire, trying to remember what she was about to say.
Her eyes find the nail.
Right.
"Uh, I will take a closer look at it and see if I can try to patch it for you, but if I had to guess I'd say you'll probably need a new tire."
"You personally or…?"
Villanelle lets out a laugh and bites the inside of her cheek before glancing back at Eve.
"Yes, I will be the one to work on it."
"Okay," Eve grins.
"Don't worry your car will be in very good hands, Eve."
Eve lets out a laugh, "Um, how long do you think it will take?"
"Mmm," Villanelle tilts her head side to side as she thinks, "thirty minutes. Forty-five tops."
This is somehow disappointing news to Eve. Her shoulders slump.
"Oh."
"But if you want I can do an oil change," Villanelle blurts. "Since you are already here."
"Oh," Eve perks up. "Uh..."
"Oil is at a discount price on Tuesdays."
The discount is actually on Thursdays not Tuesdays but Eve does not need to know that.
"Um, sure let's do it then," Eve shrugs with a grin.
"Great!" Villanelle exclaims, a little too loudly she quickly realizes.
Eve's grin grows.
"Uh," Villanelle flounders, "you can wait inside. I will come find you when everything is finished."
She smiles, just happy to get the words out so she can pull herself together while Eve goes inside.
But the woman does not move.
Why isn't she moving?
"My license?" Eve asks her.
"Oh," Villanelle looks shocked.
She checks her hands, both of which are empty, then pats down her pockets.
Does she have it? When did she take it? Why is she-
"You put it in your top pocket."
"Oh," Villanelle quickly retrieves it, her eyes wide, "you're right."
She smiles nervously as she hands it back to Eve, their fingers nearly grazing on the handoff.
xxxxx
Eve sits in the waiting room, the clock ticking evenly. It has been for the past thirty-seven minutes. Her phone vibrates in her hand. Elena responded to her previous text.
Got a flat tire and had to go to the shop to get it fixed. I'll be late. Don't tell Bill
Nice one. How'd you manage that? And the shop from yesterday?
Eve responds.
Nail. Popped it twice. And yes
Eve picks at her nail as she waits.
How convenient. Bill will get a good laugh at that
Eve's thumbs move fast.
Don't tell him!
She types more.
He'll just t
The glass door opens and Eve looks up. She throws her phone in her purse, abandoning the half-written message.
Villanelle grins at her, "Couldn't save your tire, had to put on a new one for you."
Eve glides over to the Service desk.
"Oh, that's alright. Probably better anyways."
Her hands tightly grip the strap of her purse as Villanelle slides an invoice across the counter.
"And I put in synthetic blend oil. Normally eighty quid, but for you sixty-five," she grins.
"Isn't it sixty-five for everyone on Tuesdays?"
Villanelle stares at her.
"Yes," she blinks. "Yes, that is correct."
She can feel her palms start to dampen. Eve grins at her which only makes them dampen more.
"Um," she utters, trying to refocus. "So you're at a total of 207.53 today."
"Jesus, okay."
Eve reaches into her purse and digs around for her wallet. Villanelle wipes her hands down the side of her pants, surprised by how clammy they are.
"Here," Eve sets a credit card on the counter.
"Thanks," Villanelle smiles, directing all her attention to the computer, this woman having an uncanny effect on her.
She slides the card through the reader.
Error
What?
She slides it again.
Error
Her heart starts to race. She glances up at Eve who watches her calmly. Villanelle swallows and tries again.
Error
Are you fucking kidding me?
"I think it's upside-down," Eve offers.
Villanelle looks at the card.
"Oh."
Yes. It is upside-down.
She flips it around and runs it again, clamping her jaw as she scolds herself in her head.
Payment Approved
"Okay," she sighs in relief. "Sorry about that."
Eve grins, sensing the blonde's nerves, "Not a problem."
Villanelle hands Eve her card back then pulls the receipt out of the machine.
"If I could just get you to sign here."
Eve grabs a pen from the holder on the counter.
"Sure."
Her hand shakes much to her surprise. She tries to hide it as she scribbles her name on the line.
The bell rings as the front door opens, but Villanelle's eyes stay on Eve as she slides the receipt back across the counter.
"There," Eve grins.
Villanelle snatches up the receipt.
"Thank you."
She staples it to another sheet of paper as Eve catches the man approaching out of the corner of her eye.
"This one is mine," Villanelle says, tossing the paper carelessly.
She grabs Eve's car keys from the hook on the wall behind the counter along with a copy of the invoice from the holder.
"And these are yours."
She hands Eve her keys with a huge grin, Eve's fingers brushing against hers as she takes them back.
"Thanks," Eve smiles.
"My pleasure, Eve."
xxxxx
Eve slouches on her couch at home, a glass of red wine in hand. She takes a sip as her fingers mindlessly play with the corner of the invoice. Her eyes stay on the top line.
Mechanic: Villanelle
Villanelle, Villanelle, Villanelle she repeats in her head as her finger runs back and forth over the paper.
It is a cool name. A unique name. Unique would have been a far better way to describe it. God, why'd she have to use "cool?"
Eve tosses back the rest of the wine then sighs.
She leaves the paper on the coffee table, getting up from the couch and heading to the kitchen for the bottle of wine. She pours herself another glass but only a splash flows out.
God, this bottle is empty already?
Eve drinks it all at once then sets her glass on the counter and pulls on the handle of the refrigerator.
God, the fridge is empty too?
She groans then throws the refrigerator door closed, the condiment bottles clanging on the shelf as it shuts.
She grabs her car keys off the counter then slips on shoes by the front door.
She probably shouldn't be driving after two glasses of wine. Was it two or three? Regardless, going somewhere for a quick bite will likely be faster than waiting around for takeaway and the hunger in her stomach is now gnawing at her.
She locks the doorknob from the inside, neglecting the deadbolt, then presses the unlock button on her car keys, the headlights flash at her.
Eve lazily pulls open the car door and climbs in. She pushes her curls back and rubs her eyes, momentarily second-guessing her decision to drive before inserting the key into the ignition and giving it a turn. The engine starts; all the lights on the dashboard light up once then disappear.
Except the check engine light.
It remains illuminated.
An alert tone dings.
WEDNESDAY
Villanelle stares up at the underside of a Land Rover, the fabric of her jumper drenched with sweat where it touches the leather of the roller board, a mechanic's creeper as it is so named.
She loosens the oil drain plug with a socket wrench, the plug rotating easier than she expected. Oil gushes out and soaks her arm.
She grunts in frustration and slides out from under the car, getting herself to her feet then heaving the wrench to the side. She shakes the oil off her arm as the large man she yelled at on Monday ambles her way, "Bear" sewn into his name tag.
"Smooth."
"Shut up," she growls, wiping the oil off with a rag.
He nods at the puddle of viscous brown liquid expanding out from underneath the car.
"You forget the drain pan?"
"What?" Villanelle turns to find motor oil leaking everywhere. "Гавно!"
Bear laughs at her, "Never seen you do that before."
She huffs and snatches the drain pan from the workbench then slides back under the car, shoving the pan under the jet of oil hoping to catch the rest.
A lankier man saunters up to Bear, "Hugo" on his name tag.
"What happened here?" he grins.
"Villanelle forgot a drain pan."
"What a rookie mistake," Hugo laughs.
"Shut up!" Villanelle yells from beneath the car.
Bear and Hugo laugh harder as Villanelle rolls out, her face and hair covered in oil.
"No, not the hair," Hugo teases.
Villanelle glares at him furiously as she stands, oil dripping down the side of her face.
"Clean this up," she hisses at him.
"What? It's your-"
"Do it!" she barks before storming off.
xxxxx
Eve sits at a desk across from Elena clicking away on her keyboard, her brow furrowed in concentration as she stares intently at the screen. Her eyes jump from left to right as she scans the document.
Elena watches her with her chin in her hand, waiting for Eve to notice her staring at her. She has been for the last minute.
Elena clears her throat.
Eve doesn't look up.
Elena clears it more dramatically.
"You feeling sick?" Kenny asks with concern, sitting at the desk in the cluster behind her.
"No, I'm trying to get Eve's attention."
Eve leans closer to her screen, squinting as her eyes jump back and forth faster than before. Her mouth moves as she reads to herself.
"Eve," Elena tries.
Nothing.
"Eve," Kenny calls louder.
Still nothing.
Elena rolls her eyes, "Oh for God's…"
She grabs a paperclip and throws it at Eve. It bounces off her forehead.
"What the hell?" Eve shoots her an irritated scowl.
"What are you doing over there? I've never seen you work so hard before."
Eve scoffs, "I'm trying to finish the Martens report so I can leave early for lunch."
"Taking a long lunch?" Kenny asks, clicking save on his document then leaning back in his chair to watch her.
"You have a date or something?" Elena follows up.
"What? No," Eve shakes her head, the scowl reappearing on her face. "I have to go back to the uh, auto repair car mechanic place."
"Oh God, again, Eve?"
"You're worse with cars than you are with computers," Kenny jokes.
Eve shoots him a look.
"Sorry. It's true though," he shrugs.
Eve scoffs and shakes her head, focusing back on the screen. She scrolls to the top of the document ready to scan it for a final time but clicks submit instead.
"Oh forget it, it's good enough."
She logs out of the computer and gathers up her things. Elena and Kenny exchange a glance.
"You tell Bill yet?" Kenny asks.
"No," Eve responds without looking at him.
"You should you know," Elena says with a raised brow.
Eve lets out a long exasperated sigh.
"Fine."
She slings her purse over her shoulder as Elena smirks at her complacently.
"I wouldn't have a conscious without you," Eve rolls her eyes at her friend.
"I know. That's what I'm here for."
Eve strides across the room to a smaller office.
The office of the chief financial analyst.
She knocks on the door jamb.
Bill's eyes stay on his computer.
"What?"
"Uh…so…I'm going back to the shop today. Now. Don't know how long it will take."
"Why?" he asks without looking up.
"The check engine light came on."
"Oh, God, Eve," he throws his hands up and falls back in his chair, shaking his head at her.
"I know, I know. I'm dealing with it."
"You really are terrible with cars, you know that?"
"That's what I said!" Kenny shouts from the other room.
"What?" Eve glares over her shoulder at Kenny and Elena who try to hide their smiles.
She turns back to Bill who looks at her with a self-satisfied smirk.
"I told you."
"No, you didn't."
"I did too, you just don't want to admit it."
"Whatever," Eve rolls her eyes. "I'll be back this afternoon."
"We'll see," Bill grins.
"Oh, that's how you want to be?"
"It is," he nods.
Eve stifles a smile as she stares at him.
"I'm leaving."
She turns and heads for the exit.
"I knew it would happen again!" he calls after her. "You break everything you touch!"
Eve suddenly reappears in his doorway, a furious expression on her face.
"Okay, that one was-"
"Too far," he puts his hands up in acknowledgment, "I knew it when I said it. I'm sorry."
"You know what?" Eve glares at him, "I think I need to take a half-day."
"Oh, for-"
Eve turns sharply, heading for the exit once again.
"I'll see you tonight!" Bill shouts after her.
"We'll see!"
xxxxx
Eve taps her finger on the counter of the Service desk as Bear noisily scrolls the mouse of the computer.
"I was in here yesterday," she rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, I remember you," he eyes her.
Eve notices the blonde woman hurrying across the garage, a dark stain covering one side of her jumpsuit.
"We'll need your vehicle registration information, ma'am."
Eve scoffs, "I know. You told me that yesterday."
"Well then why-"
Villanelle throws open the glass door.
"Eve, what happened?"
"What happened to you?"
Bear glances at Villanelle, "She hasn't got her-"
"Thank you I will take it from here," Villanelle cuts him off before he can finish.
"But she hasn't-"
"I will take that up with my customer, thank you."
Bear tramps off grumbling.
"Did you already put a hole in the new tire?" Villanelle asks with a grin, hoping Eve won't ask more about the stain so she doesn't have to explain the oil incident.
A smile spreads across Eve's face just seeing the blonde again.
"No," she laughs. "It's the check engine light this time."
"Huh."
"Did you put the wrong oil in?" Eve asks with a flirty undertone, immediately regretting it.
"No. I do not make mistakes, Eve."
Eve's shoulders drop, "Right, I don't know why-"
"I will look at it again," Villanelle grins at her. "Figure out what the problem is."
"Great," Eve smiles appreciatively.
Villanelle wets her lips with her tongue as Eve bites the inside of her own lip, something inside her waking up.
Their eyes stay locked on each other. The ticking of the clock echoes.
"Keys?" Villanelle finally asks.
"Right."
Eve digs around in her purse as Villanelle watches in amusement, a feeling arising in her.
Eve sets her keys on the counter with a grin, their finger touching as she slides them to Villanelle, sending a shock through them both.
xxxxx
Eve runs her finger around the rim of her mug, staring at what's left of her beer. Chatter and the clattering of glasses fills the pub around them.
Elena watches her with curious eyes, Kenny's attention directed towards the man with the microphone about to ask the next trivia question.
The category is history tonight.
Eve switches the direction of her fingers around the rim.
"Eve, where are you right now?"
"Huh?" Eve looks up to find Elena staring at her. "Oh, sorry. I was just…"
She finishes the rest of her drink, trying to come up with a lie.
"Thinking about work."
"Our job requires literally no work, what could you possibly be thinking about?"
Bill moseys up to their table, "Sorry I'm late gang."
He takes the open seat next to Eve.
Elena leans over to him, "Eve is sulking about something. Won't say what."
"I'm not sulking."
"The hot young mechanic is it?"
Eve sits up in her seat, "What? No." She shoots him a dirty look, "Bill!"
"There's a hot mechanic? Eve, why didn't you say?"
"No, God there's no hot mechanic."
"That's not what you told me," Bill grins at her.
"Bill," Eve growls through clamped teeth, glaring at him.
"Is anyone but me actually playing tonight?" Kenny asks, their team down by five points.
The man up front speaks into the microphone his tone the same as a game show host, "What was the name of the group of spies from the UK that gave information to the Soviet Union during World War II?
"Oh, uh…" Kenny thinks, "oh I know this, it's…"
He looks to his team.
"No idea," Elena responds before taking a drink.
"Not my area of expertise," Bill shrugs, Eve still glaring at him.
"Cambridge Five," Eve answers as someone from a table next to them shouts the same.
"Eve, what?" Kenny's mouth falls open. "Why didn't you say it louder? We could have gotten it."
"Because," Eve crosses her arms and falls back in her seat, "I don't care."
"Oh, God, Eve. That's how it's going to be tonight?" Elena shakes her head then finishes her drink.
"Care for another?" Bill asks.
"Only if you're buying," Eve mumbles at him.
"I will. Even though you own me," he smirks.
"What? What are you-"
He gets up and heads for the bar before she can accost him further.
"So who's the mechanic?" Elena asks, bouncing her brow.
Eve stares at her, Villanelle's hazel eyes and lopsided grin flickering around her mind.
"No one," she says, then deliberately looks away from Elena.
"Well, clearly they're someone."
Eve shoots her a peeved look, "No. They're not."
The man with the microphone asks another question.
"How long did the Hundred Years' War last?"
"Oh, a hundred years!" Elena shouts.
"Tempting to guess that but no, that's not it," the man says. "Any other answers?"
"Elena," Kenny complains. "Don't answer unless you're sure."
"I was, I thought."
Kenny hangs his head in his hands, "This is the worst we've ever done I think."
"One hundred and sixteen!" a woman at the table near the front shouts.
"That's it! Give them a point!"
The man marks a tally on a chalkboard under the team name "MILF"
The group of four women sitting at the table up front came up with the abbreviation because each of their first names started with one of the letters, not because of the usual meaning as none of them have children though all of them are rather fanciable but that's beside the point. Needless to say, the ladies were very proud of themselves when they came up with the idea many trivia nights ago.
"God, why would they name it the Hundred Years' War if it went on for a hundred and sixteen?" Elena rolls her eyes. "Makes no sense."
Kenny groans, "You let the MILFs get another point."
Eve can't help but laugh.
Bill returns with three full mugs.
"Nice going," he grins at Elena as he hands her one.
"Stupid question," she takes a sizable sip. "Oh, and there definitely is a hot mechanic by the way."
"Oh my God," Eve groans, "no there's not."
"There absolutely is," Bill grins as he sits.
Eve rubs her eyes, irritation growing, "I don't want to talk about it."
"You don't want to talk about it means there's something to talk about," Elena smirks at her.
"Eve, just tell her," Bill urges.
"What? What do you want me to say?"
"Tell her what you told me," he shrugs.
Kenny glances at Eve with intrigue, missing the next question.
"I knew there was something!" Elena leans over to her, "You have to tell me now. Who is he?"
"Not-"
"No!" Eve growls before Bill can explain any further.
Elena's eyes widen, "Eve, what-"
"You know what," Eve stands, "I'm really just not in the mood for this tonight."
"Oh, Eve, come on, I'm just joking with you," Bills says.
"No," Eve slams half the drink he just got her, "I'm going home."
"Oh, bloody hell. Can you even drive?"
"Are you fucking serious?"
"I mean because you've been drinking. Jesus, Eve," Bill shakes his head.
"I've driven in worse shape before."
"That's not a good reason to drive now," Kenny mutters under his breath.
"Eve-"
"Have fun," she snaps at Bill. "I'm leaving."
Bill and Elena shake their heads in unison.
"You going after her?" Elena asks him.
"No, are you?"
"No," Elena lets out a laugh.
"Where was the place to be during the Summer of Love?" the man asks in the microphone.
"San Francisco!" Eve yells on her way out.
"That's it! Who said that?" he looks around.
"She's on our team!" Elena yells. "We'll take the point!"
xxxxx
Eve runs a hand over her head trying to ease her frustration as she drives home, the street lights shining across her face as she passes under them.
"God," she scoffs and shakes her head, somehow getting herself more irritated.
She comes to a stop at the red light, the first car in line.
"What was Bill-"
The engine chugs.
Then bogs down.
Then dies.
Her eyes get big as she sits up straighter.
"Oh God."
Two cars come to a stop behind her.
"Oh God. Uh…"
She panics while trying to figure out what to do.
The light turns green.
"Oh Jesus, oh God, okay."
She throws it in park and turns the engine off then back on.
It sputters and starts to life as the driver of the car behind her honks the horn.
"I know, I'm trying!" Eve yells, glaring in the rearview.
She puts her foot on the gas gently, slowly accelerating.
The car stalls out and dies every time she slows down under 30 km/h on the way home. Each time she comes to a complete stop regardless of the traffic behind her, turns off the engine, waits, curses loudly, turns it back on, then curses again.
After what feels like forever, she finally makes it home and parks on the curb outside her house. She falls back in her seat looking entirely fed-up and exhausted.
She runs her hand through her curls.
A smile spreads across her face.
THURSDAY
Villanelle lets out a long sigh, swiveling on the stool in front of the computer in the garage, the sun hot on her back. She types the service report for Eve's car from the day prior, the spark plug needing to be replaced.
This would normally take her no time at all but somehow she's been occupied with it for the past forty minutes.
She reads over the report, clicking her tongue as her eyes scan over each line.
Customer: Eve Polastri
Make: Toyota
Model: Prius
Year: 2008
Registration Number: -
The woman has neglected to bring her registration papers for the second time now.
Job #1: Customer states vehicle check engine light on. Performed multipoint inspection. Checked ignition system. Spark plug loose spark plug loose spark
She huffs in frustration and holds down the backspace key to delete the repeated segment then drums her fingers on the keys as she takes a sip of her coffee, making Bear fetch her a second cup from the place next door, her sleep less than adequate last night.
For the past two nights actually.
She grimaces at the hot liquid thinking to herself that she should have ordered an iced coffee. She meant to after the first cup was infuriatingly too hot for this weather but it slipped her mind.
Because her mind is somewhere else entirely.
On Eve Polastri.
The owner of the red Toyota Prius.
Villanelle sighs again. She should be done with this report by now, and she should be working on the transmission for the white Bentley but the owner is a real prick so she decides that he can wait one more day. Maybe two.
She takes another sip of her too warm coffee then glances over at the Service desk inside. Her eyes light up when they find Eve standing there.
She flies off the stool and practically runs inside, Hugo having to slam the brakes off the Nissan he's driving into the garage.
Villanelle pulls open the door.
Bear clicks on the computer, "Our next available appointment is-"
"Eve, what is it this time?"
Eve's eyes flick up and down on Villanelle, the top of her jumpsuit pulled down and tied around her waist, a grey tank clinging to her body, sweat darkening steaks on her stomach and under her breasts.
"Uh," Eve utters, blinking as she searches around her head.
Bear glances back and forth between them. Villanelle smiles as she ushers him away from the computer.
"Uh…" Eve forces her brain to cooperate. "It stalled on the way home last night. Every time I stopped."
"Maybe you need a new car," Villanelle grins at her.
"Maybe it's operator error," Bear mumbles under his breath. "You know she still hasn't-"
"I will take it from here," Villanelle snaps at him. "The Bentley still needs new gears put on."
"That one is on your service."
"I'm busy with another customer right now and it needs to be done today."
"But-"
"Thank you."
Bear sets his jaw and throws open the door, fuming in frustration.
Villanelle gives Eve an apologetic look, "Sorry."
"You look hot," Eve comments, the words just falling out of her mouth.
Villanelle raises her brow in surprise as Eve berates herself in her head. She should have stuck to one of the well-rehearsed lines.
"I mean it's hot outside," she tries to recover. "You look warm. Like you've been in the sun all morning," she nods, getting out somewhat of a logical sentence.
"Oh," Villanelle smiles, glowing on the inside. "Yes. It is hot out today."
Earlier that morning she decided to wear her jumpsuit the way it is now, pulled down and tied around her waist because she knows how good it looks on her. And she was desperately hoping Eve would come by today to see it, pining for her to actually, and she did.
Villanelle is very pleased with herself in this moment.
"Uh," she rubs her lips together, forcing the smile to go away, "you said it stalled?"
Eve's heart beats fast in her chest.
"Uh…" she creases her brow, trying to remember if she did in fact say that. "Yeah. Yeah, it did."
"Hm well, I will take another look at it today."
Villanelle grins and puts both hands on her hips, getting the most she can out of her outfit.
"Uh," Eve's jaw nearly drops, "um. Is it going to take long?"
"Mmm…"
Villanelle glances over her shoulder through the glass into the garage, cars parked in every service lane, more outside.
She looks back at Eve with a smile, "I will move you to the front of the line, but it still could take an hour. Maybe more."
xxxxx
Elena sits next to Eve in the waiting area, both munching on salads, Elena's health-conscious choice.
"So which one is it?" she asks before eating another fork full.
"What?"
Eve answers absentmindedly, her eyes fixed on Villanelle who is bent over and checking under the hood of her car.
She does not need to be arching her back that much at all, in fact it's entirely unnecessary but she knows Eve is watching her so she's putting on quite the show.
Quite
The
Show
Elena points her fork at the garage.
"Which one's the hot one? It can't be him," she aims her fork at Bear, sweat drenching the collar of his jumpsuit.
Eve's heart flutters faster as Villanelle slams the hood of her car. Her body vibrates when the blonde pulls open the door to the waiting room.
She jumps out of her seat, nearly spilling lettuce all over the checkered floor.
"A woman?" Elena asks incredulously. "God, are you serious? I owe Bill another twenty quid."
"Why do you keep betting him?" Eve hisses over her shoulder.
"It's normally easy money!"
A man with perfectly styled hair and steel rimmed glasses cuts in front of Eve, stepping up to the Service desk.
"Aaron Peel. Here to pick up the Bentley."
"I'm with another customer," Villanelle says without skipping a beat.
"Uh no, I was here first. I need my car, now."
"You'll have to wait a moment, sorry."
"I can see it, right there," he points at the luxury car on the other side of the glass.
Villanelle looks over her shoulder as if she isn't aware of the fact that the car is parked ten meters away.
"Yes. And if you notice, there is a yellow service tag on the windshield which means it's still in progress."
"You can't be-"
"You are more than welcome to wait here or you can come back later," she smiles over-the-top.
Aaron scoffs, "I will not be waiting here."
"Great. I'll have your mechanic give you a call when it's ready."
"This is absurd."
"If you could please step to the side so I can help my other customer."
Aaron shakes his head and turns on his heel, giving Eve an incensed glare on his way out.
Eve walks up to the counter with a grin.
Villanelle looks at her with big eyes, "Sorry."
Eve chuckles, "No, no. That was fun to watch."
Villanelle smiles, biting the inside of her cheek in satisfaction.
"Who is that?" she can't help but ask, nodding at Elena, a touch of jealousy in her tone.
Eve glances at Elena who raises a brow back.
She turns back to Villanelle, "Oh, just a friend."
Villanelle's heart sinks, "A friend?"
"Yeah from work. Just a coworker really," Eve dismisses. "Came to bring me lunch."
"Oh, good," Villanelle smiles sounding relieved, which she suddenly recognizes.
Eve scrunches her brow, grinning in amusement.
"Good uh, for you, because, you got lunch," Villanelle tries to save herself.
"Oh," Eve smiles, "yeah."
"Mm, what is not so good for you is that I have to keep the car overnight."
"Oh, really?"
"Mhm. Unfortunately your car needs a new fuel pump valve which we don't have here right now so I will have to try to get one from the parts warehouse tonight and replace it in the morning."
"Oh, shit. Okay, uh-"
"Maybe your friend can give you a ride tomorrow?"
"Oh, yeah," Eve glances at Elena again who smirks at her, having put it all together now.
Eve's eyes widen, she turns back to Villanelle who just barely caught Elena's expression.
"Yeah, she can give me a ride. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Oh," Villanelle scrunches her brow, "okay."
Eve turns and glares at Elena who has to try very hard to contain herself.
"Let's go," Eve snaps.
"That's the-"
"No," Eve growls.
"Oh, Eve you can't be-"
"Stop, no! We're leaving. Now!"
Elena laughs in disbelief and shakes her head at Eve who forces herself to keep her gaze ahead, not looking at Villanelle as they exit.
FRIDAY
The bell rings as Eve opens the door to the shop, her curls extra silky this morning and she's dressed in nice slacks and a blouse. It took her over a half hour to finally decide on the combination.
She strides up to the Service desk, glancing out at the garage hoping to see the blonde. She rests her elbows on the counter as she waits.
Villanelle leans up against Eve's car, a smile flashes across her face when she sees Eve through the glass. She makes her way towards her new favorite customer.
She pulls open the door, "Eve. You're here early."
"Oh. Yeah, sorry, I thought I'd come by early. Is it done yet?"
"It is," Villanelle grins. "I finished it last night."
"Oh, I hope you didn't have to stay late."
"I did a little but it's alright, I don't mind."
"Okay," Eve smiles, gratefully. "Thanks, Villanelle."
"Eve, of course," she grins.
She's always grinning around Eve it seems.
Eve toys with the zipper on her purse as Villanelle presses her hips into the desk, wishing it weren't between them, imagining throwing the computer out of the way.
"I told you your car would be in good hands," she purrs.
Eve smiles sweetly and leans in a little closer, pulled towards Villanelle by some electric current.
Villanelle sways on her feet and leans over the desk slightly, drawn to Eve.
Eve bites her lower lip.
Villanelle's pupils widen.
Bear comes through the door; they both jump and look at him with guilty expressions. He doesn't even notice as he retrieves an order form from the holder behind the Parts desk.
Villanelle smiles nervously and runs her hands down her pants, her palms surprisingly wet. Eve swallows and breathes out a laugh.
They stare at each other, feelings of desire growing.
"Uh," adrenaline shoots through Villanelle, "I've been meaning to give you this."
She grabs a pen with trembling fingers and jots her phone number down on the back of her business card.
"My personal number."
"Oh," Eve smiles, unable to conceal the excitement in her voice.
"In case you need to get a hold of me directly."
"Right."
"And that way you don't have to deal with these guys again," she nods over at Bear with an eye roll.
Eve lets out a chuckle as Villanelle hands her the card. She runs her fingers over the blonde's.
"Thanks," she smiles.
"Come by on Monday."
"Monday?"
"For the invoice," Villanelle quickly makes up an excuse. "I still have to figure out the pricing for the valve."
"Okay," Eve grins. "I'll see you on Monday."
SATURDAY
Eve tugs open the driver's side door, the Prius parked outside her house. She holds her phone to her ear with her shoulder.
"Yeah I know I'm late, Bill," she says as she climbs in, slamming the door and slipping the key into the ignition.
"I don't understand how you can consistently be late to things but never do anything about it," Bill's gruff voice chides on the other side of the line.
"Like you're one to talk," Eve scoffs.
"That was one incident, this is habitual."
Eve turns the key, "I'm on time to important stuff."
The engine rattles but doesn't start.
"Clearly you're not."
Eve tries the key again.
The engine rattles but won't turn over.
"Oh, Jesus Christ."
"What?"
"Now it's not even starting," Eve gripes as she tries the key again.
"For God's sake, Eve!"
"You yelling at me never helps," she snaps.
She tries again.
It clicks once.
"Well what do you expect? This is the fourth time something's gone wrong!"
"It's not my fault!"
Eve turns the key.
Nothing.
"Whose fault is it then, Eve?"
She turns the key, repeatedly.
Click, click, click but the engine doesn't turn over.
"Stop trying! You're going to-"
"I'll call you back!"
Eve hangs up with a grunt then slumps over the steering wheel in defeat.
This damn car.
She tries the key again.
Nothing.
She lets out a long sigh.
Then she remembers.
Her eyes dart over to the card in the cup holder and she grabs it, flipping it over and dialing the number on the back.
It rings.
Oh God it's ringing.
Eve panics, trying to prepare what she'll say and how she'll say it.
Villanelle answers halfway through the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi, uh. It's Eve."
"Eve," Villanelle breathes into the phone. "Hi. How's the car?"
"Uh, well, you know it's fine except that it's not starting."
"It won't start?"
"No."
"At all?"
"No."
"Huh."
Eve lets out a sigh, "I don't know what happened. It was fine driving around yesterday then I tried to start it this morning and it just won't start, no matter how many times I turn the key."
"Hm. Where are you?"
"At home."
"Oh."
A silence fills the space.
"Um, I know it's a Saturday, and you've worked on my car all week, but do you think you could maybe come by and look at it? You can charge me more-"
"No, I will come over," Villanelle responds rather fast. "No extra charge."
"Oh. Really, are you sure?"
Villanelle laughs, "Yeah. Text me your address. I'll come over as soon as I can."
"Oh, God, thank you so much, Villanelle. Really."
"Of course. I will see you in a bit."
"Okay, sounds good."
Eve hangs up.
Then her heart drops.
Villanelle is coming over.
Villanelle the hot blonde mechanic is coming over.
xxxxx
Villanelle knocks on Eve's front door, wearing light wash jeans and a white T-shirt that's tight in the top, her hair in a messy high bun.
Eve takes a steadying breath on the other side of the door.
She opens it, a smile already on her face.
"Hi."
"Hi, Eve," Villanelle grins.
Eve takes in Villanelle's outfit, not used to seeing her in anything other than a navy-blue jumper.
"Uh…so. The car."
Villanelle steps out of the way as Eve leads her to the Prius parked on the curb.
"I really don't know what happened."
She opens the door.
"And I swear to God if starts now, just because you're here…"
She climbs in and slides the key in the ignition then turns it.
It clicks.
Then nothing.
"See? That's what it does."
"Mhm," Villanelle smiles at her. "Do you mind if I?"
"Oh, no," Eve climbs out. "No at all. It's all yours."
Villanelle leans over the seat and turns the key already knowing it won't start. Eve can't stop her eyes from checking out Villanelle's ass in those jeans.
"Well," Villanelle flicks her finger over the switch to pop the hood. "Let's see what's going on."
Eve follows her to the front of the car.
Villanelle sliders her finger under the hood, nimbly finding the lever to release it. She flicks it and raises the hood, securing it with the prop.
"Hm…"
She scans the engine for anything that stands out right away. Eve glances at her then at the engine having no idea what she's looking at.
Villanelle bites her lip as she leans over and peeks around here and there.
Eve again can't stop her eyes from peering down the front of Villanelle's shirt and-
OH.
She is not wearing a bra.
An all too familiar feeling starts to throb between Eve's legs.
Lacking any self-control whatsoever, Eve leans in closer to Villanelle, the blonde aware of this but keeping her gaze down on the engine, pretending to be focused on the battery.
Eve catches a hint of the perfume Villanelle put on her neck just before coming over, a soft floral scent.
The throbbing between her legs grows and spreads further into her body, setting off a feeling in Villanelle. Her nipples harden and she is sure Eve notices.
Who wouldn't notice through that tight white shirt?
Her fingers mindlessly trace back and forth over the battery cable as she decides her next move. Eve watches her fingers toy with the rubber cap.
The feeling between her legs intensifies.
Jesus Christ. What is she going-
"Well," Villanelle stands up and Eve stumbles away from her.
God she was leaning in close. Did Villanelle notice? Did she-
"I think I can fix it," Villanelle says, pulling Eve out of her jumbled thoughts.
"Oh," Eve sighs nervously. "Uh. That's good."
"Mhm."
Villanelle can feel her nipples under her shirt and Eve trying to keep her eyes up on hers while clearly noticing is really only making the situation worse. A shudder runs through her entire body.
"Um…" Villanelle thinks of a way to escape the situation.
It's not that she doesn't want to be around Eve, she does, it's just that if she's around her for any longer then she's going to want to do the things she's been imagining in her head at night for the past week.
Oh God she's picturing it now.
"Um," she interrupts her own thoughts, "it might take me a while so…maybe you should wait inside?"
"Oh, yeah."
Eve suddenly questions why she's still standing there. Should she have gone inside sooner? Was she staring? Oh God was she staring this entire time?
"Do you need anything?" It just comes out of her mouth.
Need anything!?
"No that's okay," Villanelle laughs. "I have all my tools."
OH.
She has tools.
"Okay," Eve forces out with a smile. "Um…okay."
She turns and leaves Villanelle on the curb, the feeling between her legs begging her to do otherwise.
Oh Jesus.
Villanelle watches Eve, no, she stares at Eve's ass as she walks away, her body impelling her to act on the feeling that is causing the tingling desire between her legs.
Fucking hell.
She braces herself on the car and forces her eyes to stay on the engine, trying to lessen the feeling but being entirely unsuccessful in doing so.
She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
The feeling grows.
What!?
She takes another deep breath, determined to regain control of herself. She lets it out, looking around the engine as she waits.
It subsides slightly.
Her shoulders fall in relief as her eyes glance over at Eve's front door to find the woman staring at her, a hand tightly gripping the doorknob.
Desire pulses through her again, worse than before. Far worse.
She has to do something about this.
She stands up straight and grins at Eve.
"Are you going to watch me all day?" she asks, her tone more of an invitation than anything else.
"Uh, what? Huh, no," Eve fumbles around for words, completely flustered by the blonde. "I was just going inside."
Villanelle chuckles, relieved she's not alone in this feeling.
"I'll knock when I've finished. When it's finished," she corrects with wide eyes, suddenly feeling the need to.
Eve nods with a grin.
"If that's okay?" Villanelle follows up.
"Please," Eve nods, then immediately turns and steps inside, closing the door behind her.
Please?
Please!?
She runs both hands over her head, "Oh my God."
The hot blonde mechanic is outside her front door and the feeling between her legs throbs so hard it hurts and if she's not mistaken the blonde feels something too because her-
Eve's phone vibrates in her back pocket; she jumps and gasps.
The vibrating is not doing her any fucking favors.
She pulls out her phone to see that Bill is calling.
OH.
She frowns and quickly silences it.
Well, that fanned the flames a little.
Eve clenches her jaw, feeling guilty for being late to Bill and Keiko's daughter's birthday party. At this rate, she might not make it at all. I guess she could take an Uber and just leave the car key with Villanelle, hoping she wouldn't steal the car.
Eve bites the inside of her cheek as she thinks.
No, she has to stay.
To make sure the car doesn't get stolen.
That's it. That's the story.
Eve bites her nail, the throbbing growing again. Her body forces her to the living room so she can peek out the window at Villanelle who's bent over in front of her car, resting her head on her forearms, one leg shaking up and down.
Eve wonders if she's alright.
Should she go check on her? Just in case? What if she hurt herself?
No.
Eve forces herself to sit on the couch.
For a whole eight minutes.
Villanelle tightens the battery cable connection then sighs.
That should do it.
She slams the hood down then stares at the shiny red metal for a moment.
She has to go get Eve.
The tingling between her legs pulses again as a more devilish thought arises.
How can she politely ask herself inside?
It tempts her.
Her legs carry her to Eve's front door as she thinks of a believable excuse.
Eve stands in the entrance, hand on the doorknob, biting her cheek as she practices what she'll say one more time.
She nods to herself then opens the door to find Villanelle standing inches away from her, about to rap her knuckles on the wood.
"Oh!" they exclaim at the same time, staring at each other with wild eyes.
"Uh, I was just coming to get you," Villanelle explains. "Sorry, I-"
"No, I was just going to check on you."
Neither move.
Villanelle goes to speak, "Do you think I could-"
"Do you want to come inside and take a break?" Eve beats her to it. "To get out of the sun?"
Villanelle sighs, relieved, "Yes, absolutely." She catches herself, "I mean, that would be great. Thank you."
Eve wavers on her feet as she steps out of the way, allowing Villanelle inside.
"Uh," Eve mutters.
Villanelle stops in her tracks and turns.
"Shoes off," Eve grins, "please."
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I should have asked."
"No, that's okay."
Eve closes the front door as Villanelle kicks off her boots. She looks at Eve expectantly.
"Oh," Eve scoots past her, "this way."
She leads Villanelle to the kitchen, part of her brain very disapproving of the fact that she invited the blonde inside, the other more compelling part rewarding her efforts, the throbbing making its way deeper inside of her.
"Um," Villanelle says behind her, "do you think I could use your bathroom? To wash my hands?"
Eve turns to her as she holds up her hands, both covered in splotches of grease.
"Oh, sure, yeah, of course. You can just use the kitchen sink if you want?"
"Really? Are you sure? This is all grim," she wiggles her dirty fingers with a smirk.
"Uh, yeah. Doesn't matter to me," Eve shrugs, just wanting Villanelle to stay in the kitchen.
She watches Villanelle slather her hands with soap, rubbing them together, working her long fingers until she washes off all the grease.
She should probably direct her attention elsewhere but she can't seem to get herself to so she watches the entire process all the way up until the point where Villanelle turns to look for a towel at which she abruptly redirects her gaze into the living room at nothing.
"Um…" Villanelle looks around and finds a hand towel, stealing a glance at Eve as she dries her hands.
"Do you want a glass of water or something?" Eve offers.
"Um…sure," Villanelle responds, thinking to herself that it's always polite to accept an offer from a woman.
It would be discourteous not to.
Eve quickly retrieves a glass from the shelf and fills it with ice from the freezer, the coolness shocking her senses and pulling her out of her head for a moment. She tops off the glass with water then sets it on the counter for Villanelle.
She guzzles down nearly all of it.
"Thanks," she smiles. "I guess I was more thirsty than I thought."
"Yeah," Eve eyes her.
Villanelle swallows.
"I can't thank you enough for coming over, on a weekend," Eve gushes.
"Oh, it's not a problem at all, really," Villanelle smiles then sets down the empty glass.
She catches Eve noticing the wetness of her fingers from the condensation on the glass.
Oh.
She takes a step closer to Eve, her body doing what her mind has been trying to get in the way of this entire week.
She leans her back against the counter, grinning to one side as she looks at Eve who bites the inside of her lip, her nipples showing underneath her tank now.
Neither move.
They talk at the same time.
"I was wo-"
"Do you-"
Villanelle tries again, "You can-"
"No I-"
They both laugh, all their nerves on edge.
The tingling rips through Villanelle as the throbbing blazes through Eve.
Oh, fuck it.
"Do you think you could help me with something else?" Eve blurts. "It won't take long."
Villanelle raises her brows with a burning curiosity, hoping very much that she and Eve are on the same page.
"Sure," she grins easily.
"It's upstairs."
"Oh."
God please be on the same page.
Eve leads her upstairs to her bedroom. Villanelle has to fight every impulse and not pounce on Eve as soon as her eyes see the bed.
"Uh…" Eve looks at her.
She suddenly realizes that her plan did not extend any further than getting Villanelle upstairs because she never imagined it would even get to this point anyways. This is the part in her fantasy where she takes Villanelle right then and there, but that kind of stuff never happens in real life.
"Uh…" she searches hard for a reason for bringing the woman into her bedroom, something, anything for Christ's sake, "can you, uh…oh, I wanted to move the desk where that dresser is, then put the other one against that wall."
"Okay," Villanelle grins.
She hauls the dresser out of the way first then moves the desk over, the muscles in her arms flexing and straining.
Oh, Jesus.
The feeling between Eve's legs intensifies and radiates through her, captivating all her attention.
"Reorganizing or something?" Villanelle asks playfully as she lugs the other dresser.
"My ex just moved out."
It's not a lie, but it's certainly a way to let Villanelle know that she's available at the moment.
In this moment.
Here.
Now.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Villanelle says, though she's not sorry at all.
"It's fine, he was a dick," Eve dismisses.
He?
Villanelle was not expecting that.
She finishes moving the dresser, wondering if she's been misreading Eve's signals this entire time.
Her heart sinks.
She turns to Eve ready to make an exit and go home to finish the job herself but finds the woman sitting on the bed, one hip falling open.
Oh.
God.
She was definitely not wrong.
She was right.
And now she's staring at Eve who is staring at her while she sits on her bed, legs spread far wider than they have any business being.
The tingling between Villanelle's legs heightens and not only that she can feel herself getting wet. She slinks closer to Eve, unable to think about anything other than if Eve is wet too.
"Is that it?" she asks. "Or…?"
Eve lets herself get more turned on not caring about the consequences anymore.
Villanelle raises a brow as she saunters closer, fiddling her fingers down by the button on her jeans. Eve lets her charged dark eyes dart to Villanelle's hands then back up at her eager hazel eyes. Villanelle grins to one side, slinking up to Eve.
Eve's body quivers.
She swallows.
"You've already been so helpful," she murmurs, the timbre of her voice lower than normal.
Villanelle lets out a chuckle, "Eve, really. I don't mind, at all."
A nervous smile flickers on Eve's face, the throbbing urging her to act.
Now.
"Plus," Villanelle steps closer, biting her lip, "I got to see the inside of your house…not just the inside of your car."
"Oh," Eve utters, her heart thudding faster.
She has to do something about the feeling between her legs.
Now.
There's no other option.
Villanelle smirks, the space between them shrinking. She sighs out a grin, gazing down at Eve, her eyes glued to Eve's full lips.
"What else, can I help you with, Eve?"
And Eve can no longer resist.
She grabs Villanelle's hip and pulls her in, Villanelle falling over her as their lips meet in a fervent kiss, tongues slipping between teeth wasting no time.
Eve slips her hands under Villanelle's shirt gliding her nails across her warm skin then clawing at her. Villanelle kisses her hungrily, more and more as Eve squeezes her breast then runs her thumb in a circle around her nipple.
"Eve," she exhales.
"Mhm," Eve moans in her mouth, a hand gliding to Villanelle's ass.
"Are you sure?" Villanelle asks in a whisper.
"Yeah," Eve nods, her mind made up hours ago.
Villanelle pulls her shirt off in one fell swoop.
"Oh," Eve mutters upon seeing her topless.
Villanelle smirks then kisses her again, holding her by the throat as she jams her tongue into her mouth. She lets Eve swiftly undo the button of her jeans then the zipper, Eve working her pants down over her hips, underwear too.
Villanelle pulls them off as Eve rips off her tank, tossing it to the side without care then undoing the button of her own jeans. She slides them down partway and Villanelle helps her with the rest, tugging them off before climbing on top of her.
Eve's fingers find Villanelle's clit and OH.
"You're so wet," she sighs.
Villanelle can't help the moan that escapes her throat. Her hand drifts between Eve's legs and she moans again feeling how wet Eve is on her fingers.
Eve squeezes her ass, her nails digging in as her finger runs back and forth over Villanelle's clit, making the blonde clench her legs together. She kisses Eve as she straddles her, resolute on not being the first to come.
She sucks on Eve's neck as Eve claws at her back, frustrated that Villanelle is more in control now but really not willing to put up a fight.
Villanelle's tongue is warm on Eve's neck. She nips her earlobe before traveling farther down, letting her tongue twirl around Eve's nipple until it hardens. She bites at it once. Eve moans and thrusts her hips into Villanelle's.
Villanelle runs her tongue around Eve's other nipple then kisses her gently between the breasts, down her stomach, over her belly button until her lips are between Eve's legs.
She kisses Eve again then glides her tongue over her clit.
Eve sighs as her stomach quivers. Villanelle lets out a breathy laugh and runs her tongue in circles then back and forth then in a way that Eve can only describe as fucking good.
Her tongue glides into Eve, tasting her, rolling around inside until she's back at her clit, flicking it back and forth.
"Oh God," Eve moans, squeezing her legs, "yeah, flick it."
Villanelle obliges.
She flicks her tongue back and forth, one hand reaching up and grabbing Eve's breast.
Eve squeezes her hand over Villanelle's.
"God," she pants, "faster."
Villanelle twirls her tongue in circles then flicks the tip of it as fast as she can.
Eve's breath shakes and her body quivers, her muscles tensing. Her back arches as she feels Villanelle inside her, her fingers gliding right where they need to be, her tongue still working circles on her clit.
Eve moans from deep within and squeezes her own breasts, letting Villanelle fuck her with her fingers and her tongue.
She squirms around, tightening around Villanelle's fingers, she can't stop it.
But she really wants to because it feels so good and she doesn't want it to be over yet.
"Oh fuck," she sighs. "Villanelle," her breath wobbles on the inhale.
She clenches her jaw, her muscles spasming as Villanelle fucks her hard, Eve's wetness making it easy for her to moves her fingers.
"Fuck," Eve pants, "fuck, fuck." She squeezes her legs together.
NO.
It's too fast.
She drops her legs and grabs Villanelle by the face, pulling her up and forcing her to meet her lips. Villanelle lets her fingers slide out but continues to trace them over Eve's clit.
Eve shoves her tongue in Villanelle's mouth, dancing it around as she wraps a leg around her then rolls her over onto her back.
OH.
Eve holds Villanelle down by her shoulders, leaning away playfully as Villanelle goes in for a kiss. She smirks at the blonde who looks at her with fiery hazel eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel Eve inside her.
Eve takes her time, grinding herself against Villanelle making her whimper. She kisses her on the mouth then works her way down to her breast, locking her lips around her nipple as she sucks and plays with it with her tongue.
Villanelle moans out a sigh, "Oh yeah. Suck on my tits."
Eve sucks harder, her hand squeezing Villanelle's other breast. She sucks and plays with her nipple in her mouth, grinding herself against Villanelle as she does. Then she shimmies herself down lower, pinching Villanelle's nipple between her fingers as she kisses her just above the belly button, then on the clit.
Villanelle tenses and relaxes at the same time, her legs falling open wider. Eve laughs breathily, pinching Villanelle's nipple as she laps her up, tongue going deep inside her.
"Oh God," Villanelle moans as Eve stiffens her tongue and moves it in and out of her, her finger flicking Villanelle's nipple.
She can't help but moan again.
"Oh fuck, Eve."
Eve exhales, getting her tongue to dive deeper in and out, continuing this rhythm, Villanelle clenching harder and harder until Eve pulls out and sucks on her clit.
Villanelle thrusts her hips, craving for Eve to be back inside again. Eve dances her tongue in circles then slips a finger in as her lips travel back up to Villanelle's nipple, sucking on it then meeting her lips.
Villanelle moans in her throat as she kisses Eve, their tongue twirling around each other. She wraps her arms around Eve, holding their heated bodies together.
Eve glides her finger in and out, her forehead resting on Villanelle's, gazing into her eyes as she moves faster.
"Harder," Villanelle begs.
Eve slips another finger inside and fucks Villanelle harder as she kisses her. Villanelle pants heavy on her lips, her muscles tensing and tightening.
Eve's fingers feel so fucking good.
She works them faster, as deep as they'll go, then pushes one of Villanelle's hips open and straddles her leg. She squeezes Villanelle's breast with one hand, the fingers of her other continuing to move in and out.
She grinds on Villanelle's leg, rubbing her clit up and down as she gets her hips moving in sync with her fingers.
Villanelle grabs her by the waist helping her thrust faster, getting closer and closer to her apex. She throws her head back on the pillow.
Eve grunts and moves her fingers faster, her clit throbbing deeper as she rubs it on Villanelle.
She places her hand on Villanelle's throat, feeling her clenching tighter around her fingers.
"Eve," Villanelle breathes, "I'm getting close."
Eve grunts and thrusts her hips faster, clamping down on Villanelle's throat hard enough to restrict her breathing but not so hard as to choke her out. Villanelle nods in assent, reaching up and grabbing Eve's breast, feeling the slippery mess Eve is making on her leg.
"Oh God," Eve leans in closer, moving her hips as fast as possible, her fingers faster than that.
Villanelle groans reaching her peak, "Ah, fuck."
Her breath quakes as her hips buck up, her back arching off the mattress, hands gripping and leaving marks on Eve. Eve glides in and out of Villanelle as she comes on her fingers, her own clit throbbing deeper and deeper.
Villanelle grabs Eve by the throat and pulls her in close, kissing her hard on the lips.
"Come all over me," she pants.
Eve groans and thrusts her hips, rubbing her clit on Villanelle faster and faster.
"Oh, God," she moans.
"Yeah," Villanelle breathes.
The throbbing in her clit overflows and she lets out a whine. Villanelle kisses her, Eve's grip on her throat loosening as her hips spasm and jerk. She takes sharp breaths, moaning into Villanelle's mouth, her breath wet and warm.
Villanelle slaps her ass and Eve laughs, her hips slowing their rocking but her breath still ragged. She kisses Villanelle who nips her bottom lip between her teeth.
Eve smiles and nuzzles her forehead against Villanelle's, their lips quivering as they touch. Eve grinds her clit on Villanelle's leg, getting a few aftershocks then flicks Villanelle's clit with her fingers trying to give her the same.
Villanelle lets out a laugh as a few pulses reverberate through her. Eve grins then all but collapses on the blonde with a chuckle, wiggling around, sending a few more jolts through each of them.
Villanelle grins, brushing Eve's hair off her face as she settles against her, her head resting on her chest.
"That was-"
"Great," Eve finishes for her.
Villanelle chuckles and kisses the top of Eve's head, wrapping an arm around her, holding her close. Eve runs her thumb across Villanelle's jaw then takes a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent on the blonde's neck.
They both close their eyes, melting into the warm feeling of being pressed against one another.
Villanelle's fingers play with Eve's curls; Eve traces patterns on Villanelle's collar bone.
"So what's wrong with it?" she asks after a long moment of stillness.
"With what?"
"The car," Eve laughs, sitting up and giving Villanelle a quizzical look.
"Oh," Villanelle grins, feeling her cheeks get hot. She bites her lip, "Nothing."
"What? But I thought-"
"I change your tire, I loosen your spark plug. I fix the spark plug, I break the fuel pump," Villanelle shrugs with a look of pure innocence on her face.
Eve lets out a laugh, "What?"
"You didn't think you actually had that bad of luck, did you?" Villanelle asks, brushing a curl from Eve's face.
"Well," Eve bites the inside of her lip, "I kind of thought it was more like good luck."
Villanelle beams and pulls Eve in for a kiss. She grins then shifts around so they lie facing each other, legs intertwined.
"Can you actually fix?" Eve asks, running her fingers down the blonde's arm.
"You don't want me to work on it anymore?" Villanelle frowns, a sudden sadness in her eyes.
"No, no, it's just that…." Eve takes a breath, "technically it's not my car."
Bewilderment washes over Villanelle, "What?"
"Yeah," Eve cringes.
"What, did you steal it? Whose is it?"
"No, I didn't steal it."
"Eve," Villanelle presses.
"It's a friend's," Eve chuckles.
Villanelle scrunches her brow in confusion, waiting for further explanation.
Eve smiles and lets out a sigh, "I borrowed it from my friend Bill, told him I'd return it when it was fixed."
"What for? You don't have a car?"
"Um…well…" Eve grins, her cheeks flushing.
A huge smile spreads across Villanelle's face as her eyes flicker.
"So you steal your friend's car, run over a nail on purpose, just so you can come into my shop?"
"Well I couldn't just walk in there, I needed an excuse."
Villanelle's cheeks hurt from smiling so wide.
"Eve."
"I know," she rolls her eyes.
"Eve," Villanelle squeezes her waist. "Do you even work on that street?"
"What?"
"You walk by all the time."
"What? No I don't," Eve deflects.
Villanelle laughs, "Yes, you do." She pulls Eve closer, "That's okay though. I am always happier when I see you."
Eve lets out a laugh, not believing her, "Really?"
Villanelle nods, her eyes soft on Eve's. Eve smiles, entirely smitten with this woman. She bites her lip and grins wider, looking away self-consciously.
"So if you are returning the car, does that mean I won't be seeing you again?"
"Oh," the smile falls from Eve's face, "no, I hope not."
Villanelle grins at Eve's obvious infatuation.
"Are you hungry?" she asks out of nowhere.
"Uh," Eve notices a faint feeling of hunger in her stomach, "yeah, actually."
"Do you want to go get Korean barbeque? The place across the street from the shop?"
"Why because I'm Korean?" Eve jests.
"No because I see you eat there all the time."
"Oh," Eve laughs, "yeah. I would kill for some galbi right now."
"Okay," Villanelle grins then kisses Eve before she can get up.
They retrieve their clothes from the floor, slipping their pants back on first.
"I will buy because I've already made you pay a lot of money for nothing."
Eve pauses, her tank halfway over her head, "Oh God, you're right. I paid like four hundred quid for you to fix nothing."
She pulls it on with a frown, Villanelle slinking up to her, shirt still in her hand.
"Don't worry," Villanelle grins, "I will cancel all the invoices."
She grabs Eve by the waist and kisses her. Eve wraps her arms around the woman, thinking on it more.
"Jesus, your rates are expensive."
"I know, I jack them up when unsuspecting women like you come in," she smirks.
Eve rolls her eyes, "Oh." She playfully pushes Villanelle away with a smile. "So it'll start now?"
"Oh yeah," Villanelle slips her shirt on. "Just needed to tighten the battery cable, took me three seconds."
Eve laughs, letting out a cackle.
Villanelle follows her down the stairs.
"We can drop the car off after then you can meet Bill. He's heard all about you, I'm sure he's dying to actually meet you."
Villanelle scrunches up her nose in a smile.
[Don't Go Breaking My Heart – Elton John & Kiki Dee]
AN: This was fun to write - I hope you enjoyed it too! Feedback is welcome :)