Eve thanked whatever gods had lined it up that she had picked a flat within walking distance to campus last month. Sure it wasn't an ideal place, but the rent was cheap and she wouldn't have to rely on a car or public transport for work. However, tonight she felt incredibly lucky the stars had aligned in such a way.

Normally the walk back to her flat from campus was, on average, ten minutes. Tonight though that walk felt longer with Villanelle by Eve's side. The blonde was constantly trying to grope anywhere she could on Eve as they walked. Hands on her waist, slipping to her ass, fingers trying to slip under her shirt, and Eve wasn't sure how much longer she could last on their short walk before she'd lose all inhibitions. The only thing keeping her sane in the moment was remembering that they were walking around where she worked.

She'd been doing fine to control herself from the precarious touching Villanelle was doing until Eve felt teasing fingers in her pants pockets. Long fingers teasingly pushed against her skin, separated by a thin layer of fabric. Eve let out a gasp when Villanelle's fingers ghosted over her abdomen, thankful the fabric's barrier kept Villanelle just out of reach before they were inside.

"Villanelle," Eve whispered. She could feel the smile plastered on Villanelle's face as she pressed herself into Eve's side and hair.

"Eve, je ne peux plus attendre," Villanelle purred, as she removed her hand from Eve's pocket.

Just the sound of Villanelle saying her name—regardless of whatever else was said—and the neediness in her voice was enough for Eve to hurriedly fumble for her keys to open the door to her flat. Once she had the keys out, it took a few tries before Eve was finally able to get the key in and open the door. As soon as they were in, Eve found herself pushed against the closed door. Her head swam while Villanelle's hands roamed wherever they could grasp.

Hungry, hazel eyes devoured Eve, and she felt like she was going to combust against the door as Villanelle's hands hovered at Eve's waistband. Her hips bucked impatiently, earning Eve a smirk.

"Quelqu'un d'autre est impatient, je vois," Villanelle said, dipping her hands into Eve's pants.

Eve moaned, her head rolling back as she felt Villanelle press her fingers against her hip bones. Villanelle didn't waste a moment and took the opportunity to leave a trail of bites and kisses along Eve's exposed neck. Eve's chest felt like it was going to explode if Villanelle kept teasing her like this.

When Villanelle's lips ghosted over Eve's chin, Eve took the opportunity to capture them with her own. The kiss was needier than the one they shared at the bar, but Eve couldn't get enough. If there was a way to fuse together with someone by kissing, Eve was going to find out how tonight.

Eve, unfortunately, broke away from their kiss, already missing the warmth. She took in gulps of air and tried to collect what she could of herself. "Sorry," Eve panted. "I haven't been this," she paused, "intimate in a while."

It wasn't a total lie. Even though she and Niko hadn't spent the most time together over the past year prior to the divorce, it paled in comparison to how Villanelle was burning her skin at every touch.

Villanelle cocked her head slightly, a breathy chuckle escaping, with her eyebrow raised. "C'est bon, je sais ce que je fais."

Eve stared at the blonde, trying to decipher what she had asked. The only word she had picked up on was 'okay,' and Eve couldn't think straight enough to figure out a logical conclusion. Before she could respond, Eve let out a mewl when Villanelle started rubbing her thumbs in circles on Eve's hips.

"Need you, now," Eve whispered, her hands finding their way around Villanelle's hips to pull her closer. She didn't care how needy it made her sound because Eve knew it was the truth. Everything in Eve's instincts told her she had to go through with this—even if it had been a while since she was intimate with someone—and she'd regret not seizing the opportunity.

"Chaque chose en son temps, mon coeur," Villanelle replied, nibbling at Eve's pressure point.

The heat from Villanelle's mouth on Eve's neck sent fire between her legs. She moaned and craned her neck to the side to give the blonde more access. Eve whined in protest as Villanelle removed her hands from Eve's hips, but gasped when Villanelle's hands made contact with her breasts.

"Avez-vous une chambre à coucher dans laquelle nous pourrions nous installer?" she playfully asked, mouth still against Eve's collar bones.

Eve picked up on the word 'bed,' knowing what Villanelle wanted. She nodded in response, pushing the two of them away from the door. The bedroom wasn't all but about ten steps away from them. When Eve first moved in she wasn't too fond of how close the bedroom was to the entrance, but right now Eve couldn't have found a better placement for the room.

Villanelle bit her bottom lip as she pulled Eve closer. "Ouvrez la voie, boss."

Within moments, which were a bit too agonizingly long for Eve's taste, she wiggled out from between the door and Villanelle. As she began her trek, Eve felt a tug on her hand and was pulled into a deep kiss. Instantly, Eve's hands found Villanelle's face and cupped it and Villanelle returned the same motions. It was a bit clumsy, but somehow Eve managed to guide the both of them to her bedroom while they acted like the world would end if they broke the slightest of contact.

Her knees hit the back of the mattress, and as she fell Villanelle came toppling down on top of her. Eve moaned as Villanelle's hands got more exploratory now that they were in a more favorable position. Nerves began to bubble up in Eve's chest. It'd been awhile since Eve had slept with a woman—approximately the same time she had finished her French classes—but from what she could remember, it wasn't any different than when she took care of herself.

It didn't take long for Eve's dress shirt and pants to be discarded, or for her nerves to be replaced with excitement, leaving her in only her underwear. She shivered as Villanelle shifted her weight to straddle Eve, and groaned at the heat from Villanelle's center on her stomach. Villanelle's fingers moved over every inch of her newly exposed body, and Eve felt all her blood rushing between her legs. Instinctually, Eve moved her arms to VIllanelle's back. Her fingers brushed against a zipper and it wasn't long before Eve tugged on it so she could have Villanelle in the same state of undress.

Thankfully, Villanelle understood and helped Eve with slipping her arms out of the chiffon sleeves, thus leaving the dress to pool over her waist and cover Eve's abdomen. The view of Villanelle wearing a lacy black bra, hovering over Eve, instantly replaced the buzz from the alcohol with lust.

"Comme ce que vous voyez?"

Eve couldn't think of a response, nor did she care to, and instead opted for physicality. Her hands reached out to cup Villanelle's breasts; her thumbs running over the blonde's lace clad nipples. Eve was pleased with how they immediately hardened and elicited a throaty groan from Villanelle.

Before Eve could continue, Villanelle shifted her weight off of Eve to shed her dress so they were both in the same equal state of undress. As soon as it was discarded to the floor, Eve's hips rolled as Villanelle straddled her again. She gasped when the blonde's hands slipped under her back and beneath her bra strap. Eve gladly lifted herself up so Villanelle could remove it. As her own bra was being taken off, Eve practically tore Villanelle's bra off.

A moan slipped past Villanelle's lips as soon as Eve's hands were on her—both of them tossing their bras to the floor—and her hands cupped Eve's breasts. Instinctively, Eve leaned into Villanelle's touch. She could feel her insides ready to burst at every single touch.

As if she read her mind, Villanelle pulled Eve up into a rough kiss. Eve's hands snaked around Villanelle again, and her nails clawed down the blonde's back hard enough to leave marks.

Villanelle pulled back—releasing a moan—and began to trail kisses and bite marks along Eve's neck as Villanelle shifted her weight from Eve's waist to now straddling her thigh to have better access. Eve knew she'd be covered in visible bruises, thankful she didn't have to be anywhere tomorrow, but Eve somewhat liked the idea of having a visible marker of being openly desired.

She wasn't able to dwell too long on that thought though when she felt Villanelle's fingers slip into her underwear and her mouth on Eve's breast. Eve's head dipped back at the sudden contact as more blood rushed to her center. She hadn't felt this awake in months—fuck, years if she was going to be honest with herself—and she found herself wanting everything Villanelle could give her.

Her hips moved on their own accord, seeking out any contact with Villanelle's fingers. Slender fingers touched everywhere except where Eve wanted them most, and Eve wasn't sure how much longer she could hold out. As if reading her mind, Villanelle removed her fingers briefly—Eve whining at the loss of contact—to pull Eve's underwear down her thighs without breaking contact from the ministrations on Eve's breast. Cool air rushed over Eve as she shimmied her underwear down her thighs. Villanelle lifted herself to move the offending garment before returning to straddling Eve's thigh. As soon as it was gone Eve spread her legs to give better access to Villanelle. Eve felt a chuckle escape from the blonde as she bit down on Eve's hardening nipple.

"Si impatient," Villanelle said, tongue grazing across Eve's breast.

"Shut up and just fuck me," Eve hissed.

Villanelle didn't waste a moment and returned her fingers back to Eve's center. Eve's hands found their way into Villanelle's hair, attempting to encourage her to stop teasing. She took her time, however, and gently ran a single finger over Eve's entrance.

"Dis-le gentiment, mon coeur," Villanelle whispered, looking up at Eve through hooded eyes.

"Asshole," Eve breathed.

Viillanelle's fingers continued to tease, ghosting past Eve's clit before making a shallow dip into her that left Eve desperately seeking for more friction. Her vision began to cloud, her head buzzing, the more Villanelle danced around where Eve wanted her.

"Please."

It was all Eve could muster as her thoughts clouded with desperation. A sharp bite to the side of her breast and swift entry of two fingers was enough to pull Eve back into the moment. Eve gasped at how easily she was able to slip in two fingers, but didn't dwell on it for two long as Villanelle expertly pumped and curled her fingers inside Eve.

Her fingers dug into the sheets as she tried to ground herself while Villanelle continued to drive her insane.

"Oh God," Eve moaned.

"S'il vous plaît, Eve, Pas besoin d'être si formel."

Eve was far too gone to even decipher what all Villanelle had said—other than knowing in her bones it was something egotistical—and could only form a string of moans in response. While she felt herself blissed out with every curl of Villanelle's fingers, Eve became aware of a hand on top of hers. Villanelle's spare hand guided Eve's down her stomach and held it just above her pantyline.

"Touche-moi aussi, Eve."

She nodded, unable to form any other response, and lowered her hand to make a teasing stroke over Villanelle's panties, already able to feel the wet stain forming at the blonde's center. She was instantly met with a gasp from Villanelle and an eager buck in an attempt to seek friction. Eve slowly moved her fingers back and forth, imitating what Villanelle had done earlier, eliciting a drawn out moan from the other woman.

Her fingers moved to the edge of Villanelle's panties where they met her thigh, and slipped just under the elastic. Eve was amazed at how wet Villanelle was–or how wet she was because of Eve, she thought–and pushed in two fingers. She curled her fingers and wasted no time in matching the same rhythm Villanelle was using on her.

Villanelle moaned Eve's name over and over with every thrust Eve gave her, and Eve felt like she could get drunk off of the way her name tumbled out of Villanelle's lips. Eve didn't hesitate in pulling Villanelle into a rough kiss, and inched closer to the edge with every curl of Villanelle's fingers.

"Jouis avec moi, Eve," Villanelle breathed when she broke apart from their kiss.

Eve nodded, hoping she picked up on what was said. Before she could ask though, her muscles clenched around Villanelle's fingers the same time Villanelle did around her own. Both breathed out a moan, their chests heaving against each other.

Villanelle smiled lazily at Eve–chalking up whatever was tugging at her chest was due to the sex she just had–and Eve captured her lips again in a soft kiss. Eve fell back onto the bed, pulling Villanelle with her, and shifted so they were laying next to each other. They were still connected, and neither one made a move to remove themselves first.

"Je suis si heureux d'avoir pu te voir ce soir, Eve," Villanelle said.

Eve could feel her eyelids growing heavy, and could only hum a response to Villanelle. She lazily pulled a nearby blanket over them with her unoccupied hand, and pulled Villanelle closer. In their new position, Eve was the first one to concede to removing herself, and opted to wrap her newly freed hand around Villanelle's waist. For the first time in a very long time, Eve drifted off into a peaceful sleep.


It had been two weeks since Eve's encounter with Villanelle, and in those two weeks Eve could only think about the blonde. To say she was slightly disappointed when she woke up the morning after their night together to an empty bed would be an understatement. However, as much as Eve tried telling herself it was fine to have a one-night thing after being freshly separated and how it would be good to move on and potentially have as many no-strings attached flings, she just couldn't shake Villanelle from her mind.

The mysterious woman had encapsulated Eve's thoughts, and she couldn't stop thinking about what Villanelle was doing, what she ate, what she was thinking, or really anything that gave Eve an excuse to think about her. She would never admit it to anybody, but she had stopped by The White Rabbit Tavern at least twice since that night to find Villanelle again, but had no luck. The territory from casual to obsession was racing close to Eve—she knew that—but she had no way of satiating her thoughts.

Eve pushed her thoughts of Villanelle away as she hurried to her office and shoved her breakfast down. Her alarm hadn't gone off this morning, so she was already running late to her meeting with her new teaching assistant. Originally she was told they were just shy of a few applicants and that she'd have one the following semester. However, Carolyn had told her last week that they had a last minute application and Eve was in luck.

She checked the email Carolyn had sent with the student's name, Oksana Astankova, as she swallowed the remainder of her breakfast. This was Eve's first experience with a teaching assistant, and honestly had no idea what to expect. Since it was a last minute placement, Eve didn't quite have the time to fully prepare anything, so this initial meeting she had told Oksana to meet with Eve in her office for a small introduction and briefly discuss what the semester would entail.

As she reached her office door, she shoved her phone into her pocket and smoothed the few fly aways from her ponytail down.

"Sorry I'm late," Eve said as she opened the office door. "My alarm didn't g–"

Familiar blonde hair, and a backside she had gotten to know very well, stood in front of her. There was no way this was happening, Eve thought, it had to be some kind of coincidence that her teaching assistant looked similar to her.

Before Eve could pretend she didn't know the person in front of her, the blonde turned around and shattered any hope–and dignity–Eve had left.

"Hi Eve," Villanelle said.

"Villanelle," Eve started, taking note of the now Slavic accent she donned with no French to be found. "What are you doing here? Where's Oksana?"

"You're looking right at her," Villanelle said, moving her hands up and down to emphasize her statement. "And I prefer to go by Villanelle, Oksana's too boring of a name."

Eve felt like she was going to be sick. There was no way the universe was that cruel to her to make the woman she had a one-night thing with–and okay may have been obsessing over–be her teaching assistant for the semester.

"Okay," Eve paused, trying to gather her thoughts. "Wait a minute, I thought you only spoke French?"

"Sorry baby, when I go out and intend for a one night thing, it's easier for a clean break away." Villanelle, or Oksana, winked at Eve. "But if I would've known we'd meet again," she paused as Eve felt her eyes linger on her. "I may have gone against instinct."

A lump was beginning to form in Eve's throat. If she had known she'd be opening Pandora's Box a few weeks ago when she went to The White Rabbit Tavern instead of going to karaoke, she at least would have appreciated a warning.


A/N: oh my gosh thank you everyone who has shown the first chapter so much love ; ; ya'll have no idea what it meant to me after not writing for so long 3 i decided to update a day sooner than i originally had planned, so i hope this chapter lived up to expectations~ i'm currently writing chapter three and plan on finishing it asap depending on the week plays out with work! i'm also not making any promises that this fic will update weekly, but i will do my best to update regularly because i'm having so much fun writing it!

shoutout again to my friend rinnie for checking my french and to agaywithcoffee for beta-ing this chapter for me! ^^ 3

as always, you can find me on tumblr under rainbowinbeigeboots ^^

french translations:

Eve, je ne peux plus attendre = Eve, I can't wait any longer

Quelqu'un d'autre est impatient, je vois = Someone else is impatient I see,

C'est bon, je sais ce que je fais = It's okay, I know what I'm doing

Avez-vous une chambre à coucher dans laquelle nous pourrions nous installer? = Do you have a bed we could move to?

Ouvrez la voie, boss = Lead the way, boss

Comme ce que vous voyez? = Like what you see?

Si impatient = So impatient

Dis-le gentiment, mon coeur = Say it nicely, sweetheart

S'il vous plaît, Eve, Pas besoin d'être si formel = Please, Eve, no need to be so formal

Touche-moi aussi, Eve = Touch me too, Eve

Jouis avec moi, Eve = Come with me, Eve,

Je suis si heureux d'avoir pu te voir ce soir, Eve = I'm so happy I got to see you tonight, Eve,