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“So, how’s your sex life going?”

Eve froze and narrowed her eyebrows. Her colleague and best friend Bill just raises his own, with a gleeful smirk on his face. Eve chews on her sandwich slowly.

“Hi Eve. It’s so nice to see you. How’s your life, girl?” she grumbled, imitating Bill's voice. Bill laughs and throws a piece of salad at her. “Really Bill? First you stick your nose in my sex life- like, literally first thing in the morning, and now you throw your food at me? Are you okay?”

“Don’t mind him. Old man gave me a lecture about my personal life too.” mutter Elena, sipping from her cup. “Jess was with us, when he asked. Told, it could be senility.”

“And it was pretty rude of her.”

Eve just shrugged her shoulders and took another bite from her sandwich. Damn, this thing tasted good. Bill looked at her, awaiting.

“So? Eve?”

“Jesus, Bill! Will you fuck off of me with this and let me eat in peace?”

Bill slowly shook his head.

“Nope.”

“Fine! It's the same as usual, happy?”

“Not happy at all, Eve, which is why I asked you. Look,” Bill turned to her on his chair fully. His gaze became serious. “Two years. Two. Years. It’s been two bloody years since your divorce. And you are busy doing… what, exactly?”

Eve’s face winced a little.

“Uh, working? Living for myself?”

“No! I mean, yes, you are working like a horse, but what the hell are you doing outside the uni?”

Eve opened her mouth to answer, but Elena was quicker.

“She’s watching this cheese TV-Show with medics. The one with awfully many seasons and annoying main heroine’s besty.” Elena gave her a quick judging look. “You know, sometimes she reminds me of you.”

“It’s an okay show. God. And it’s not the only thing I do. I’m also… going for walks, sometimes.”

“Going to the shop for groceries and back isn’t a walk, Eve.” Bill let out a sigh and scratched his graying head. “Look, dear. I’m not trying to judge you or something. It’s just hard for me to see that you and Nico spread up, you just… Give up on yourself. It should be the best time of your life! Away from this fudgy asshole.”

Eve knew he was right. Of course he is, old bastard. It’s just-

“Look, Bill. I understand. Really. But it’s just… It’s been so fucking long since I’ve been single. Long time marriages just do it for you, you know. So all this shit with going out and looking for a one-night stand seems useless and energy-consuming to me.” She sighs. “Not to mention finding a man who knows how to fuck decently. God knows, remembering Niko, I feel like my libido is dying all over again.”

“Then find a woman.” kindly suggested Bill. “Cherchez la femme, as the French say. Also! About French women…”

“Bill…”

“Don’t tell me you're trying to get Eve laid with Helene again.” cringed Elena. “Bill, they are just not clicking together.”

“Not to mention that I’m straight.” added Eve, happy to see that at least Elena was on her side.

Alas, her happiness didn't last long.

“No, you are not, babe.” Elena laughs at the grimace of betrayal on Eve’s face. “Look, hon. Yes, you were in heterosexual marriage for, like, eternity. But, I’ve told you before, you are giving off a strong bisexual vibe. Your compliments to my ass every time we are drinking in a pub only confirms it.”

“Can’t a woman appreciate another woman's beauty platonically?”

Elena looked at her deadpanned.

“You grabbed it more than once, babe.”

“And almost bit it at the last Christmas party.” added Bill.

For a fuck sake.

“Okay, let’s pretend this is true. I’m bisexual. What should I do with this? I mean, how do lesbians flirt? How do you even know that the other woman is actually hitting on you and not just being nice?”

Suddenly, Bill grabbed her by the sides of her face and declared loudly.

“Just go to the gay bar and get some pussy! Don’t overthink!”

Luckily, when Eve glanced at her watch, she noticed that their lunch break was almost over. Bill says his goodbyes and quickly leaves, - it was his short day, since he needed to take his daughter to the therapist. Once Eve brought the tray back onto the counter, she encountered Elena waiting for her at the exit from the cafeteria.

“I’ve sent you the link, but don’t you dare to open it during the lecture. Do it at home after work.”

Eve frowned.

“Why?”

“Just trust me. You're gonna love it.”

It really was. Long. Fucking. Day.

Closing the door behind her back, Eve pressed her back against it and let out a long, exhausted sigh. She quickly kicked off her shoes and dropped her purse on the couch.

Fucking Frank Haleton.

Frank was always a dickswab. Bill knew this. Eve knew this. Everyone knew. But nevertheless, for some reason, it was this week, this fucking day when he was caught while taking a bribe from a student. A big one. And Eve, being the only decent replacement for him, had to take over his lectures and students, which doubled her working time.

“Be understanding, Eve,” rector Martens told her. Carolyn looked at her with an annoyed look, as if Eve was a child who did not get what she wanted and now played the scene. “Today the university needs your help more than ever, and tomorrow you may need our help. And be assured, I will remember this and help you in your time of need. Besides, paying double the bet is always a nice bonus, right?”

You can stick your double pay up your bony ass, Carolyn, thought Eve, barely able to function, as she walks up the stairs to her bedroom.

She let out a soft grunt, when her back finally hit the bed. Her eyes closed just for a second, when the phone in her pocket vibrated.

“I swear to God, if it’s another dumb fuck with his problems..” she mutter to herself, fishing her phone out and looking at the screen, but quickly shut her mouth. It was Bill.

Bill:
Hey, pal. Did you already check this webcam site Elena sent you today?

Eve blink slowly.

Eve:
Did I check a what?

Bill:
You know. The Twelve.

Eve:

Wait a sec.

She quickly switched to the chat with Elena and noticed the link Bill was talking about. Suddenly it hits her. The talk at the lunch about her sex-life, Bill playing procuress yet again and Elena, waiting for her by the exit.

Eve:
Elena, what the actual FUCK?

Did you send me a link to a site with prostitutes?

Elena:
Babe, they are not prostitutes. They are models, whom you can pay for a nice evening together online.

Eve:
Cut the bullshit. Why have you sended me this?

Elena:
Look, blame Bill for this, I’m the innocent one here. We chit-chat that morning, before our meeting at lunch and he showed me this site.

Eve:
And? You just thought it'd be a great idea to send me a site with these models, as you say?

Why?

Elena:
Because you said it yourself, you have zero experience with women! Look, babe, I know it might be scary and I know you kind of prude on some things.

But trust me - this is your best way to try something new and you’ll risk literally nothing. There’ll be no rejection, no mixed signals, no room for shame if you’ll fucked up. Just, I don’t know, try to flirt a little, look at some pretty girl, who'll do anything for you and listen to your body. Okay?

Eve:
Okay, so…

I'm just gonna do some virtual-kind-of-sex to try and understand if I am actually attracted to women or not?

Elena:
YES! And if it’ll be a mistake, well, then you’ll have the most extraordinary masturbating experience in your life.

Eve:
Okay, fine. I’ll think about it. Good night, mate.

Elena:
G’night. See you on Monday, babe. <3

With a long sigh, Eve closed her eyes again and relaxed into the sheets. She was so fucking tired. Thank God it’s friday, she thought, feeling how her aching calves began to lose the tense after a whole day on her feet.

“Maybe, I should pour myself some wine. Get a nice, hot bath with bubbles…” she talked to herself out loud. She opened her eyes and looked at the nightstand by the bed, where she knew was her vibrator hidden. “Give myself an orgasm or two. And then fall asleep all alone in my bed for the next twelve hours.”

Well, maybe she is all alone physically, but…

Her gaze switched to her desk, where her laptop was. Open screen was looking back at her like a black mirror.

Nope, she absolutely shouldn't do this.

But what if...

Eve shook her head, fighting the urge to go to check this The Twelve thing.

Just trust me. You're gonna love it, she remembered Elena’s words.

“Fuck it.” quickly snatching the laptop from the desk, Eve returns to bed. Once the screen came to life, she found her earlier chat with Elena.

After clicking on the link, Eve bit her lip, looking intently at the screen. The website page greeted her with the large inscription The Twelve. Scrolling below Eve gasped. Whoever made this site clearly knew what they were doing. Eve's eyes frantically ran around the gallery of photographs. None of them showed any faces of the girls presented, only their bodies. Breasts, hips, thighs, asses and legs. Holding her gaze on the image of a dark-skinned girl dressed in silk, probably worth ten times more than Eve’s apartment, arching her back, Eva slammed her laptop shut.

The fuck am I doing?

You’re looking for someone who will purr nice and safely in your ear while you touch yourself, her inner voice kindly told her.

Opening the laptop again, Eve went to the Assortment tab. Eve grimaces in disgust. Cringe. It's like she's choosing food in a restaurant.

Strangely enough, exactly the twelve models were presented on the site. Having scrolled through the profiles almost to the end, Eve clicked on number 10. Purely out of curiosity.

Villanelle.

The name, definitely fake, stood out from the others presented, as did the main photo. While the rest of the profiles showed, albeit very attractive, but still only images of breasts or lower abdomen with neatly manicured hands placed seductively on top, on Villanelle’s photo, part of her face was visible. Very little, but still. Eve saw Villanelle’s full lips as if they were blowing her a kiss through the screen. Saw her sharp chin and pointed jaw. On the photo, Villanelle had her hand wrapped around her own neck and Eve felt an involuntary surge of excitement as she looked at the girl’s long fingers and strong forearm. Pronounced collar bones peeked out from underneath Villanelle’s arm and glancing lower, Eve exhaled in disappointment, noticing that the photo cut off right before reaching breasts.

Nice, Polastri. You got aroused by a photo of a random escort, who, judging by the cleanliness and smoothness of her skin, is young enough to be your daughter. Fucking amazing.

The description was less intriguing: standard self-praise bordering with narcissism. “I will give you an unforgettable experience that you will come back for again and again” and blah blah blah. The price list which was describing the services Villanelle provided was, however, impressive.

“Once you choose the model, you are allowed to pay extra for adds. Villanelle can provide you with: BDSM(as Dominant or Submissive), Roleplay(within reason. The Twelve's policy prohibits users from threatening models with murder, rape or torture), Age-Play(for requesting a model to act out a child in a sexual context, the client will receive a permanent ban), Breath play, Spanking, Sex-Machine. Jesus,” Eve muttered to herself as she read. Her face wrinkled at the administrator's notes in the price list. “Why the fuck someone could be into this shit?”

Her gaze returned to the Breath play position and she suddenly remembered perfectly long fingers around Villanelle’s neck and suddenly felt her loins getting wetter, as she imagined those fingers around her own neck. Squeezing her just right.

Fuck, maybe I am into this…

Prices for add-ons were quite solid, from 30 to 90 Euros. Eva's eyebrows involuntarily shot up, as she noticed the last position.

For an extra price of 75 Euros, the client is free to select the language in which Villanelle will talk with you. The following languages are available for request: French, German, Italian and Russian.

A multilingual whore. Interesting.

Without even noticing, Eve quickly made an account on the site. She stares at the “Type your name” window, many thoughts run along her mind. Is it private? Can she actually write just her name? But what if someone notices? What if someone from the university finds out? Close to freak out, Eve quickly type out “Talullah Shark” and upload the last image from her gallery - some funny picture of alpaca Bill sended her recently, - instead of photo. Then she noticed a window for linking a bank card.

“For fucks sake”, muttering to herself, Eve typed her data, clicked on Villanelle’s icon and pressed confirm. After a couple of minutes, she received a message from the admin.

“Miss Shark!

Thank you for your application. We hope you’ll have a great time with our model.

At the moment Villanelle is busy on another session, the next available time for a new session is 00:30 am.

The standard session time is 30 minutes, but you can always extend the session by another 10 minutes (the maximum consecutive extension time is up to 40 additional minutes). The cost of a one-time extension is 20 Euros.

Please send a reply message with your preferences, according to the price list of the selected model and confirm payment.

Aim to please,
The Twelve”

“Jesus Christ”, breathlessly murmured Eve once she finished reading. “I’m actually doing this.”

With boneless fingers she typed away a short answer.

“Hi,

Standart session for 30 minutes without adds.

Thx,
Talullah”

Once she hit reply and confirmed payment - 200 freaking Euros!, - Eve with a grunt got out of her bed and headed to the kitchen. Taking a lone battle of wine from the refrigerator, she poured herself a glass. After taking her first sip, she looked up at the wall clock.

00:12 am.

Her session with Villanelle was due to start in less than twenty minutes. Hopefully, one glass is enough for courage, she thought, sipping her wine. Once she finished her glass, Eve went back to the bedroom. She wandered aimlessly around the bed for some time. She looked at herself in a full-length mirror. Deciding that she was wearing too many clothes for what was coming, Eve got rid of her blouse and skirt. She involuntarily jumped when she heard the sound of a call coming from the speakers of her laptop. Almost jumping onto the bed, she noticed that it was an income call from The Twelve’s site.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Eve scolded, quickly clicking on the button to accept the call. While the connection was loading, she just as fast clicked on a couple of icons at the bottom of the tab, turning off the camera and microphone.

“Hey, Talullah”, she was greeted with a soft voice, almost purring in her ears, once she plugged in her earphones. The next words made her freeze in place. “Your breath is quite unsteady. Are all worked up already, baby?”

Slowly her gaze lowered on the tab in the bottom of the calls window. The icon of the mic was on. She missclicked the button.

“Oh, fuck me”, she cursed in the low, breathlessly whisper.

She heard Villanelle giggling on the other end.

“I’m a webcam model, not a prostitute. Can’t do that, sorry. But, I can help you to relax and have a really good time. Do you want me to help you, baby?”

Her voice was like pure liquid silk was leaking into Eve’s ears and she felt herself getting wet. Eve’s breath hitch.

How the fuck… Nevermind.

“I.. ugh, I’m sorry. I thought I’ve turned off the mic. Didn’t expect to actually talk with you.”

The voice on the other end pouted.

“You wanted to turn it off? Why? You have an amazing voice, baby.” Eve heard some rustling in the background. She pictured Villanelle laying on her bed, moving slightly on the sheets, getting herself more comfy. She heard Villanelle sighing pleasantly. “Would be a shame if I wouldn't be able to hear how it sounds when you’ll cum.”

Eve froze again, dumbfounded with the girl’s boldness.

“Too much?” asked her the voice in earphones.

“No… ugh, just wasn’t expecting that.”

Villanelle softly hummed in her ears.

“First time?”

Eve slowly nodded, but remembering that Villanelle can’t actually see her, answered out loud.

“Yeah. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“It’s okay. I know what I’m doing,” the voice reassured her. Villanelle now sounded softer, kinder. “It makes sense why you haven’t chosen the adds at all.”

When Eve did not answer, she spoke again.

“Do you want me to take the lead? I'll start and you'll join me when you feel ready.”

“Yeah, that… that would be nice.”

“Good, good. Get yourself comfortable, then” more rustling of the sheets, a soft sigh. “Are you ready to see me? I’m gonna turn on my camera now.”

Eve in the meantime laid comfortable on her back, laptop on her stomach. She took her time to decide if she should take off the rest of her clothes, which were just her simple black bra and matching cotton underwear. Fuck it, she thought, as she quickly undid the clasps of her bra, sighing happily as she took it off. Panties stay on, for now.

“I’m ready.”

“Nice. Let’s get started then.”

The image that popped up on the screen of her laptop made Eve’s breath hitch. Villanelle was laying on her side, dressed in nothing, but navy-blue lingerie. Upper side of her face was covered with the mask, from the forehead to the very tip of her nose. Honey blond hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. Blood-red lips tug into the cheeky grin.

“Hi Talullah. Like what you see?”

Eve just stared at the sight of the young, gorgeous woman. With an empty mind, she kept running her eyes on the lean, but strong body. Villanelle’s skin was flawless with rare dots of moles: a couple on her chest under her collarbones, a few more scattered on her toned arms and thighs. She had no scars or tattoos. Due to the lack of lighting, it was difficult to tell what color her eyes were, but they were wide open and seemed to be looking straight into Eve's soul. Ironically, considering that she couldn’t see me, Eve thought.

She bit her lip, fighting the whine that kept trying to escape her lips.

Maybe I am into women, after all.

“You just… wow. You’re beautiful, Villanelle.” The girl’s name rolled from her tongue for the first time and she felt it, as if it was music. Villanelle laughed softly, her chest jumped with the vibration.

“I know, but thank you anyway.” the hand that was laying on her side - the same hand with sinfully long fingers, that makes Eve’s mouth watering, thighs clench, slowly travel along the flat stomach and move upward to her right breast. When manicured fingers bumped against the cup of her bra she sighs and purrs seductively. “What do you want me to do, baby? Tell me. My hand is yours to guide.”

And fuck.

Eve let out a barely audible whimper, her hand finds a way to her own breast, mirroring Villanelle. Her inner walls clench on nothing and Eve would’ve given everything she had to have those nice long fingers inside her right now.

“I want… I want your bra off.” she mutters, as the tips of her fingers circle her own nipple, pinching it lightly.

Villanelle obeyed without a word. Arms hid behind her back and just like that, within a moment, she was topless. Eve watched how her perfectly shaped, perky breasts jiggle, as Villanelle returned to her previous position on her side.

“Touch them.” whisper Eve. Her voice was husky, she barely recognised herself. With greedy eyes she watched Villanelle’s hand moving on her command. As if it was truly her own hand. The palm on the screen roughly grinds against Villanelle’s breast, giving it a firm squeeze. Villanelle sighs loudly, her eyes closed, red lips parted. She looked even prettier, when she gasped. “Both, Villanelle.”

“Can I sit?” asked Villanelle in turn and once she received a breathless “yes” from Eve, she slowly got up, sitting on her knees. Both hands lay on her breasts and she quietly moaned. Her fingers digging into the soft mounds, touch is rough and demanding. “Oh, fuck… Like this, baby?”

Her voice slipped a little and Eve noticed the sharpness of her accent that Villanelle was perfectly hiding. East European, then. Mindlessly, Eve’s other hand traveled down her stomach, fingers pressed against the front of her panties. They were already damp, soaked even. Her back arched, as she pressed the tips of her fingers even harder, hips jerked uncontrollably, as she grind her swollen clit against her fingers through her panties.

“Fuck!” Eve moans out loud, making Villanelle's attention perk up.

“Are you touching yourself, Talullah?” she asked a little coily. Bottom lip trapped in the perfect pearl of her white teeth. Hands on her own breasts relaxed, fingers circle taut nipples softly, barely touching.

“Yes. Fuck, yes, I am.” her fingers sped up. Throwing her head back, Eve moaned protractedly.

Sharp tongue flashed between red lips. Villanelle exhaled shakily.

“Describe?”

For a second, Eve froze. Should she? She had never done anything like this. For the last fourteen years, the height of her sex life were those rare occasions when she managed to ride Niko. When she could set the pace she needed and move the way she wanted. The way she’ll be pleased and sated. The rest of the time - a boring missionary and a snail's pace with fake orgasm in the end. The words fell off her tongue on their own.

“I touch myself through my panties. Just.. rubbing my clit.”

“Like this?”

Opening her eyes, Eve watched hungrily, how Villanelle’s thighs opened a little more and one of those impossibly attractive arms moved down. Fingers pressed to the visible wet spot on Villanelle’s panties and began to rub in tight, slow circles.

Fucking hell.

“Faster,” whispered Eve. Her own fingers pressed harder and she fastened her movements. She whimpers and her walls clench again. She felt empty, so fucking empty. “Fuck, you so hot…”

“I really like your voice, baby. Fuck, I’m drenched for it alone. Can you see?” and fuck yes, Eve can see it pretty clear. Yet, she needed more.

“Off. Take them off.”

Ruined panties slide down creamy thighs with ease. Eve bit her lip, watching Villanelle’s fingers return to her now exposed core. The tips of her fingers pinched a swollen clit in time with Eve’s, who slid her own panties aside. Eve’s fingers thrust inside in one shrap move, up to the knuckle. She groans, too turn on, too sleek with her need, dripping from her cunt on the sheets underneath her.

“You close, baby… I can hear it.” whimper Villanelle and her hips began to slowly buckle, as she shamelessly grind herself on her own fingers. Her other hand clutched her breast again. “What are you doing now? Tell me.”

Eve whimpered at the demand in Villanelle’s voice. The thrusts of her fingers became harder, as she fucked herself deeper, imagining it was Villanelle’s fingers instead of her own.

“I’m.. Fuck, I’m fucking myself. With my fingers.”

Villanelle groan. It was hard to see clearly through the screen, but Eve noticed how her eyes rolled.

“How much?” asked Villanelle in a hot whisper, making Eve’s back arch.

“Ah! Two. Two fingers.”

At that, Villanelle bit her lip with those perfect teeth again. Her long fingers slowly parted her folds and found their way inside. Eve moans uncontrollably at the sight, clenching on her own fingers. She was so fucking close.

“Make it three and cum for me, baby.” almost growled Villanelle and it was all Eve needed.

With a high pitched squeal, she came on her own fingers. Her cunt clenched hard, as she tried to keep thrusting to prolong her orgasm. Her thighs tremble violently, eyes rolled in pleasure, as she fell her head on the pillow, gasping for air. Closing her eyes, she heard Villanelle’s breath getting more and more unsteady. She heard her groans and moans, as she kept fucking herself, hard and fast.

Eve wanted to help. Wanted to make Villanelle cum as hard as she made her.

“You doing so good, baby” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse and scratchy. She heard Villanelle gasp in her ear at the praise. “So worked up… so bothered.. Do you want to cum, baby?”

Villanelle fucking whine.

“Fuck, yes. Yes, I do- F-fuck! Please, baby-”

Eve’s fingers mindlessly thrust in her own pussy again. Once. Twice. Hearing Villanelle, such a beautiful young woman, begging for her was new. Refreshing.

Fuck, I love it.

“Do it then. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Chapter Text

“Oksana, are you okay?”

Blinking slowly, Oksana shifted her gaze from her phone to the guy sitting beside her. He was looking at her with concern.

“Of course. Why are you asking, Kenny?” she managed a fake smile, quickly returning her gaze back to her phone.

Kenny shrugged.

“You just have that blank look again. As if you weren’t here,” he tentatively tapped his fingers on the lid of his laptop and asked in careful whisper. “Is it because of work? Something happened?”

The corner of Oksana’s lips twitched weakly. Her fingers that were holding the phone squeezed lightly. When she was a little girl, who was growing up in a godforsaken village in the Perm region of Russia, she deeply loved the STS channel. In the 2000s, this channel was ideal for children whose parents could not afford cable or satellite television. American films and cartoons were often shown there. In the mornings before school, she watched DuckTales while leisurely eating her breakfast. In the evenings, after another episode of Dad's Daugthers*, she liked to watch some movie, like Pirates of the Caribbean. But little Oksana’s favorite time was midday. She was returning from school and threw her backpack on the floor. And then she was sitting down on the sofa and began to sing along to Miley Cyrus’s song from the Hannah Montana TV-Show, which was fully dubbed in Russian. Due to her age, she hardly remembered the series itself, but the lines remained in her head to this day.

A ya zhivu dve zhizni
I ot kazhdoi beru to chto mne po nutru**

Huh. Well, adult Oksana is living two lives too. But you can’t take the best out of two worlds if they both pretty suck.

I mean, being a secret pop-star to live your normal life in peace? Sounds cool. Being a secret webcam model, because you need to pay for your studies? Well, that sucks. And here’s the thing with those friends of the main heroine. When they found out Miley’s secret, she was guilty for her lies, but happy in the end. When Kenny finds out about Villanelle… Well, let’s just say Oksana actually was planning a murder that day. Like, seriously think about the possibility and not just daydreaming for fun and killing time. It’s a good thing Kenny was a nice guy, who sees Oksana as a friend. He kept his mouth shut. But he still tried again and again to make Oksana accept his help.

“No,” she finally answered, hoping that Kenny would take a hint and drop it.

He didn’t.

“You know that if you need help with a money, I’m always ready to help-”

“I know. I’m fine.”

“What are you whispering about?”

They looked up at their fellow co-student who had approached them. The guy cast suspicious glances at them, waiting for an answer. Both answered almost simultaneously.

“Nothing.”

“Fuck off, Hugo.”

Hugo rolled his eyes and sat down on the seat next to Kenny.

“Oksana. Always a charmer.”

Oksana let out a breath of laughter.

“Try not to stick your nose into other people's conversations and I’ll be as charming as a purring kitten.” her r’s were sharp with her accent and she cringed at herself. She needs to talk in English more or she’ll never get rid of it. While the guys switched their attention to the new topic of the day - a new professor who’ll be readying lectures for them, instead of arrested professor Haleton. Poor, fucker. Got caught with a shitton of money and couldn’t get away with it. Good for her, anyway. Oksana knew that the previous teacher hated her guts, even though Frank Haleton didn’t show it. But she knew, she saw it in his eyes every time she walked past him.

“Shame that all of this money is now lost forever,” she thought to herself. Her eyes were still pinned to the screen of her phone. Her bank account was almost empty, since she paid most of her debts. More importantly, she managed to pay for the next semester, which means she wouldn’t have to work her ass out for at least one thing. And her visa will be prolonged automatically for another twelve months.

Twelve. Huh.

Oksana shifted on her seat and winced in discomfort, feeling herself almost painfully sore. How much had she touched herself for faceless strangers last night? Fourteen? Fifteen, if the first one, which was for her actual pleasure before work, was counted?

She groaned and stretched her back, brushing away the worst feeling she knew. Self-pity. Hell no, Oksana would not pity herself. Pity is for the weak. Pity is for losers, who just sit and cry about their sad lives and do nothing about it. No. Oksana is nothing like this.

She’s strong. She’s a survivor.

The door to the lecture hall suddenly opened. Oksana perks up, watching a woman she has not seen before. She was in her early forties, dressed in a disgustingly ugly mustard colored turtleneck and simple black trousers. Her dark curly hair was tied into a tight bun.

“Here’s our new professor,” commented Hugo in a loud whisper. He shifted on his seat and gave Oksana a dirty look. “Totally in Astankova’s taste.”

“It’s professor Polastri. I know her, she’s cool.” muttered Kenny. Noticing the same look from Hugo, now addressed to him, he narrowed his eyes. “She’s on short leg with my mom, cut it, you pervert.”

“Okay, mommies boy. So, Oksana. Smash or Pass?”

But Oksana didn’t listen to him, her sharp gaze was pinned to Eve Polastri’s figure. Small frame, petite, even. Wide hips. Yeah, she is totally in Oksana’s taste. She licked her lips.

Hugo chuckled.

“It’s a smash then.”

“Will you shut the fu-”

“Good morning everyone.” greeted the auditorium professor Polastri. Oksana quickly shut her mouth and straightened her posture. She adjusted the microphone and continued. “As you all know, professor Hameton was suspended from teaching for an indefinite period due to proceedings in connection with receiving a bribe on a particularly large scale. Rector Martens decided that I would teach the course of Psychology and Criminology instead of him. My name is Eve Polastri.” The professor left the podium and walked up to the blackboard and spelled out her name. “Outside the walls of this auditorium, I’m professor Polastri for you, but here you can just call me Eve. Now that the formalities are over, do you have any questions?”

A dozen hands rose into the air. Eve pointed at the girl in the front row, giving permission to speak.

“You there. Ask.”

The girl stood up.

“Thank you. Professor-”

“Eve. And for God's sake, sit down.”

The girl paused and hurried to sit back in her seat.

“You said that Professor Haleton was suspended. Can you tell us for how long he will be gone?”

Eve stared at her blankly. Oksana snorts.

“I just said that he is suspended indefinitely. Which means we don't know when professor Haleton will return. If he ever comes back at all. Next, you.”

“Um, Eve, is anything generally known about the case of professor Haleton? The university knows who brought him the money?”

Oksana rolled her eyes. Eve exhaled patiently.

“No idea. Apparently I should have been more specific. Do you have any questions about your studies? No?”

The students quickly lowered their hands. One raised up. Eve looked up at her and her eyes met Oksana’s.

“Ask.”

“Professor Haleton recently gave us the task of writing an essay on the Psychology of Female Criminals,” Oksana bowed her head with curiosity. “As I understand it, you’ll be checking them now?”

Eve's lips stretched into a light smile.

“Name?”

“Oksana Astankova.”

Eve walked to her desk and looked down at the piece of paper lying there. She chuckled.

“Learn from Miss Astankova to ask the right questions. Yes, I have your essays and it’ll be me who will estimate them. Some of your works I’ve already checked, but your grades will be announced only next week, when I’ll read them all.”

The students whispered among themselves.

“Oh, and Oksana?”

Raising her head, Oksana’s eyes met Eve’s gaze again.

“Yes?”

“I’ve checked your essay as well. Stay after the lecture for a conversation.”

Oksana was taken aback, blinking involuntarily. Why does Eve want to discuss her essay? Is there something wrong with it? Out of the corner of her ear, she heard Hugo let out a playful chuckle.

“I guess it’ll be her who will smash you, Oksana.”

The lecture went quite well. Despite the fact that Frank was a slippery, nasty bastard, he apparently knew how to keep his students in line. The students listened attentively, absorbing every word Eve said. No one interrupted or distracted her attention with chatter.

“Maybe it won’t be so difficult to teach two courses in parallel,” Eva thought as she finished the lecture. Turning off the microphone, she was distracted by her phone.

Bill:
Lunch at noon?

Eve glanced at her watch.

Eve:
I'll be there in fifteen minutes. I need to chat with one of Frank's students.

Bill:
Should I order something for you while I wait? There are salmon sandwiches in the cafeteria today.

Eve:
God, YES! And coffee, be a darling.

Bill:
Yes-yes, one salmon sandwich and shitty coffee from the machine, black as your soul. Order is accepted.

Eve:
Thx.

Someone coughed awkwardly at her side. Looking up, Eve noticed a student watching her intently.

Oksana Astankova.

“Hey,” Eve hastily put her phone in her pocket and extended her hand. Their hands met in a handshake and Eve noted how soft and pleasantly warm Oksana’s palm was. She glanced at the fingers that encircled her palm. Long and neat, like those of professional pianists. “Oksana, thank you for taking time for a talk.”

Letting go of Eve’s hand, Oksana slowly hid her hands in the pockets of her trousers, which fit perfectly at her waist. The student basically oozed style and confidence. Her chin and shoulders were kept as straight as possible. The pantsuit she was wearing fit her body like a second skin, as if it was tailor-made for her. Her blonde hair was neatly styled and flowed over her shoulders. Hazel eyes were calm and blank.

“I should be thanking you, Eve. This is my essay and if there is something wrong with it, I’ll be happy to know and correct my mistakes,” Oksana’s lips stretched, but the smile did not touch her eyes, which seemed completely devoid of any emotion. As if this smile was nothing more than an on-duty mask that Oksana put on when it was necessary.

Walking around the desk, Eve opened the lid of her laptop. When she found Oksana’s essay in the folder with the students works, she opened it and turned the laptop towards her. Oksana slowly approached her and bent slightly, looking at the screen.

Her essay was perfectly edited, with text verified exactly according to the model, flowing in black and white in a scattering of letters on the screen.

In Cyrillic.

“Blyat’,” Oksana cursed barely audibly. Blinking, she shook her head. “Eve, I'm deeply sorry. Apparently, I was too overwhelmed with studying and accidentally sent professor Haleton a draft instead of the final file. You see, I’m not that fluent in english yet to write straight in it-”

Raising her hand, Eve stopped Oksana’s stream of explanations.

“It’s okay, I get it. You write in native language and then translate. It’s normal for a foreign student like you. As far as I understand, you do have the translated version?”

Oksana nodded quickly.

“Yes, I have it on my laptop, I can send you it right now.”

“Then send it on my e-mail. I’ll wait.”

Eve sat down on a chair, lazily watching Oksana, who took out her laptop from her bag and pressed the power button, waiting for it to boot. Unlike her brand new suit, which was probably expensive, the device looked pretty old. The lid of Oksana’s MacBook was covered with scratches and scuffs, the apple icon was barely lit. Taking a closer look, Eve noticed that the model was clearly outdated. Released in 2015, probably. She involuntarily frowned. How did it happen that this girl, who was dressed like a model from a Vogue’s cover, had such a crappy device?

“Your Mac looks like it’s been through the Vietnam war,” she commented out loud. Oksana raised her eyes from the screen with a frown. “You should buy a new one.”

Oksana’s face flinched.

“There’s no need. This one works perfectly fine.” she muttered, clearly annoyed. She typed on the keypad. “Here it is. Do you want to have a look before I send it to you?”

“Sure, why not.”

Once Oksana turned her laptop to her, Eve moved it a little closer to herself and ran her eyes through the text. Her eyebrows raised with surprise.

“Wow. That’s actually pretty good, Oksana. Have you done the research for it all by yourself?” In the corner from her eye she noticed that Oksana nodded. Eve glanced at the screen of her own laptop, comparing the text. “Is this really the same essay? There is quite a difference in the amount of words.”

Oksana let out a soft sigh.

“Because of the difference of the languages. English is fairly comprehensive and easy to write, while Russian is much broader and more complex. A sentence of, - for example, - five words can be translated into English using only three, sometimes even two words. But I assure you, this is the same work. You are free to check it, if you need.”

Eve hummed in understanding and softly shook her head as well.

“There’s no need, I believe you. Besides, I’ve already asked a friend of mine, who worked in a Russian university to check your essay in their base and it was all clean. The work is new and hasn't been published anywhere. Yet.” Eve let out a soft smile, her eyes were still on the screen, reading Oksana’s work. “You should, though. I would’ve changed the structure a little, if I was you, but it’s a pretty strong essay. Could’ve published it and got yourself a reputation. Besides, I’m actually surprised that you’ve chosen a quite rare theme to research. The area around psychopaths is quite popular, but the woman-psychopaths? It’s just- Wow.”

“It is.” agreed Oksana. Her eyes suddenly shine with pride and excitement. “You see, I find it really upsetting that all research about “what’s” and “how’s” psychopaths' feelings and how they become violent are men-centered. But women can be psychopaths too and their calculation by superimposing male experience may be fundamentally incorrect. Because of this, preventing such women from becoming criminals can be extremely ineffective.”

Looking at the fire with which Oksana’s eyes were burning, while she shared her thoughts with her, Eve felt her own heart flutter. She desperately wanted to say, Fucking YES! You're absolutely right! - and continue their discussion. To share her own thoughts and improvements with Oksana, just to keep her enthusiasm burning.

She's smart. Intelligent and infectious in her passion for exploration. I wouldn't be surprised if working with her would be the best part of all this crap that happened because of Frank. It would be nice to meet her outside the auditorium for coffee and help her realize her potential, Eve thought with a smile on her face. Her gaze swept over the beautiful face in front of her. Such a lucky asshole. She’s not only smart, but she also won the genetic lottery. She is possibly the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Someone will be lucky to have her. Fit and tall. With clean skin and big eyes. And her hands are just- Stop, Eve, stop! Bad Eve. Just one orgasm on the webcam girl and now you are thirsting for a student? Cut it.

“I would like to talk with you more about it.” she suddenly blurted out. Oksana’s lips turned into a smile, but this time it was a real one. Eve noticed a sparkle in those wide hazel eyes. So fucking beautiful. Eve looked at her watch and quickly stood up from her chair. She was already late for her lunch with Bill. “I’m sorry, I need to go. I have a meeting with my colleague. Just send me an essay like we dealt, okay? I’ll read the rest and give you my review.”

She almost dropped her laptop in her bag and when she was in the doors added.

“I mean it, Oksana. You should really publish it.”

Oksana, who was still by her desk, laughed and then said something that made Eve froze.

“Don’t worry, Eve. I know what I’m doing.”

The memory hit her like a truck.

I’ve never done anything like that before.

It’s okay. I know what I’m doing.

Eve slowly gulped. Her fingers grip tight on the strap of her bag. Soft feminine voice with the sharp r’s replayed the words in her brain. East European- Russian accent. Check.

I'll start and you'll join me when you feel ready.

She looked over her shoulder, watching Oksana turning off and closing her laptop. Her gaze immediately lowered on her fingers. Same fingers she was drooling on, imagining how they might be felt inside her. Long-fucking-perfect-fingers. Double check.

Are you ready to see me?

Her left eye twitched when Oksana casually brushed her hair behind her ear. Long, blonde hair. Fucking. Check.

You just… wow. You’re beautiful, Villanelle.

As if she felt that Eve was staring at her, Oksana turned her head and Eve immediately pictured a plain black mask on the top side of her pretty face. Che- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

“Are you okay, Eve?”

Eve blink. Oksana’s eyebrows narrow slightly.

“It’s okay. Just couldn’t remember where my phone was.” she muttered and acted as if she really was looking for her phone, tapping at the pockets on her bag.

“You put it in your pocket. On your pants, the right one.” Oksana approaches her and carefully circles Eve on her way to the doors. She smiled again. “I’ll be waiting for your review. Goodbye, Eve.”

Essay - probably A. Virtual sex - definitely A+, thought Eve, cursing herself for being so dumb. Cursing Elena, for sending her The Twelve’s site. Cursing Bill, for showing it to her. Cursing Villanelle, for being too fucking attractive and giving Eve the most mindblowing orgasm without actually fucking her.

“Goodbye, Oksana.”

She was cursing Oksana, for being Villanelle.

Chapter Text

“Faster.”

Villanelle obeys and begins to move her hips faster, riding the silicone dildo with long-practiced movements. This doesn’t bring her the slightest bit of pleasure: the tempo is wrong for her liking, the dildo is too big, and the voice of the man, her client, who lets out groans and whines into the microphone, well- meh. She doesn’t like men’s voices, but this guy’s was creaky and nasty, like an old man’s.

“That's it, yes. Keep going like that. Such a good girl.”

Villanelle cringed at his praise, but didn't show it. The client's praise sounded as if it was addressed to the child rather than to the sexual partner. What a creep. She throws her head back and lets out a fake guttural moan. Just like most of the time, this part ended in less than five minutes. Client came, she "came" too and blew a kiss to the camera. Then she sighs and slowly gets up from the bed, taking her way to a bathroom. The dildo was cleaned and left to dry on the pile of towels on the floor. Taking her mask off, Villanelle became Oksana again. And Oksana had a lot of things to do. She took a quick shower and began to get ready for a new day.

“You're late,” commented Kenny, once she walked into the cafe where they decided to meet.

“Hello to you too, baby-face.” Oksana sits next to him and snatches a couple of fries from his plate. She quickly chews and quivers at Kenny’s judgeful stare. “What? If I had breakfast, I would be even more late.”

Kenny did not say anything and just pushed the plate closer to Oksana, who smirked and took the opportunity to take more fries.

“Did you invite the Oxford-boy as well?” she asked casually.

“No, I didn’t invite Hugo. I know you don’t like him.” Kenny answered just as simply.

He didn’t ask Oksana why she was late, because he knew the answer perfectly well. Because he knew that Oksana would at best ignore his concerns and at worst they would put on a fight again, like many times before.

When he found out Oksana's secret, completely by accident and, partly, through her own fault, they fought for the first time. No one was to blame. Kenny was just worried about his friend, and Oksana- she was scared. And she felt ashamed, although she will never admit it.

Then, a few months ago, Kenny suddenly started acting strange. He started bringing her coffee before classes and treating her to cafes. Oksana didn’t pay much attention to this at first. But there was more to come. Kenny started to ask about how she felt, if she had enough money. He even paid for a new SSD for her laptop, when the original one burned. Finally, he began inviting her to dinners after studies. Just like now, there was not even a bit of a romantic context in this - just eating and preparing for classes, but Oksana was already beginning to suspect that something was wrong.

“Are you trying to get into my panties?” she asked point blank at one of the dinners. She smirked, noticing that he out of surprise choked and began to cough convulsively, his face turning crimson. “So, I'm right, huh? Your crush on Ms.Felton has passed and you've decided to hit on me?”

Clearing his throat, Kenny reached for his glass of cola and took a few noisy sips. When he finished drinking, he quickly shook his head.

“No, no, Oksana. I mean, you're very beautiful, obviously, but I don't see you in that way. You are my dear friend and I am just showing concern for you.”

“I haven’t noticed such concern from you about anyone else. Cut the bullshit and tell me what's going on.”

Kenny hesitated. His fingers tapped nervously on the table.

“Do you promise not to get angry?”

Oksana blinked slowly. Her lips trembled faintly, stretching into a fake smile.

“Why would I be mad at you, Ken?”

“I know about The Twelve and Villanelle.”

Have you ever felt like your heart is sinking into your heels? Well, Oksana clearly felt it at that very moment. A hundred thoughts flashed through her head. How? Why? Fuck, maybe one of the other students was a client and recognized her and made a gossip. And if Kenny heard that gossip, then rumors are already spreading around campus, which means everyone already knows about it. Teachers, students, everyone knows her dirty secret and her reputation, which she honestly tried to earn through her studies, is going to hell and-

“I hacked The Twelve’s website,” Kenny suddenly said and the thoughts abruptly disappeared from Oksana’s head. Like a harpy, she glared at his face, causing Kenny to gulp before continuing. “Remember we discussed that whole topic with cybersecurity? The cases about dudes who hacked corporate websites and instead of blackmailing pointed out security gaps?”

It was so stupid that Oksana wanted to let out a nervous laugh. Of course! Of course, she remembered how Kenny wanted to pull off this scheme in order to get a job in this way, or at least an internship to start gaining experience. She remembered how nervous Kenny was, afraid that for hacking the system of some large company, instead of a reward, he might receive punishment in the form of charges and a summons to court. She remembered how she herself then told him, Well, if you are so afraid, then break into someone more modest. Someone whose internal data is more important to employees than to bigwigs.

“I came across their website and hacked their system in less than an hour.” Kenny continued to speak, but she did not hear him. “There was nothing special there, only transactions from clients to The Twelve’s bank account and from The Twelve themselves to their models... I saw your name there.”

“Who else knows?” she asked in a shrunken voice.

“I swear, I haven't told anyone and I don't plan to. I deleted all the data as soon as I saw it. I didn’t even write The Twelve about the gap in their defenses, because I did not want to risk your data to somehow leak into the net. Oksana, listen, I understand that life in London is very expensive and it’s very difficult for you as an immigrant, an orphan-”

“Shut up.”

“-but you don't have to do that. You can find another job. Yes, the payment there will be meager, but I can help you with finances. I have enough money.”

“No, your mother have enough money, not you. I don't need your handouts.”

“Then try to apply for a scholarship! Oksana, you don’t need to do this, you are better than this!”

“Don’t you think I know this?” Oksana burst out screaming, abruptly rising from her chair. Several visitors turned in their direction, watching the scene with interest. Noticing this, Oksana closed her eyes and mentally counted to ten. Once she calmed down, Oksana leaned towards her friend and cut off in a loud whisper. “Mind your own fucking business, Martens. If you continue like this, I swear I will strangle you with my own hands. Got it?”

That day Oksana quickly left the cafe and they did not speak for the next two weeks. It took some time, but Kenny was eventually able to come in terms with her choice. What else could he do? She was his friend.

“What did you talk about with professor Polastri the other day?” Kenny asked casually in the present. They were sitting with their laptops, working on the project for professor Pargrave. Oksana shrugged her shoulders and took a sip of coffee from her cup.

“Nothing special.” She narrowed her eyebrows checking her inbox. There still was no answer from Eve about her essay and it’s been a while now. Strange, maybe she forgot? “It turned out that I accidentally sent a draft of an essay instead of the final version and she wanted to clarify how this happened. She allowed me to send her the real one right away. Hell, she even praised it.”

Kenny looked up at her with concern.

“She praised the draft? I thought you wrote your works in Russian.”

“No, dum-dum. I showed her the final version of the essay in English. She read it in front of me and said I should get published.”

Kenny suddenly perked up. Putting away his laptop, he smiled.

“Really? Oksana, this is wonderful! If you publish your essay, you will improve your ranking at the university and increase your chances of getting a scholarship!”

Ah, there it is again.

“Ken, the scholarship budget for immigrant students has already been allocated. By the time I get high enough on the list, I’ll already graduate.”

“You don't know this. Besides, now that professor Haleton is no longer there, there will be no one to write complaints against you. All you need to do is to keep your grades up and try to not piss off professor Polastri. And everything will be fine. I mean it, she's really cool.”

Oksana just shrugged. Of course Kenny was right. Frank was one of the main problems due to which Oksana could not even get on the list of applicants for the scholarship. As soon as she entered his course, she thought that Frank Haleton was just a typical prime Englishman. A strict man of the old school, whose respect had to be earned. But neither the perfectly memorized lecture concepts, nor the flawless essays and answers in classes, nor the damn attendance without absences, even when she had a cold, nothing ever made the teacher start treating her the same as everyone else. Eve Polastri, judging by their earlier dialogue, did not have the slightest bit of bias. Moreover, judging by how much she liked the essay written by Oksana (even if she only read a tiny piece), perhaps the new professor will be able to appreciate her.

Her lips curl into a smile.

“Maybe you're right. I'll try to stay in her good standing.”

The last few days have been a complete disaster. Eve desperately tried to distract herself by reading students' essays and piling on even more work at university (not that there wasn't enough work, thanks to Frank). She tried not to think about Oksana, nor about Villanelle. On the good side, to some extent she came to the conclusion that it was easier to perceive this one young woman as two separate personas. After all, if so, then what did she do? Yes, she paid Villanelle for sexual favors, but so what? Villanelle is a webcam model, that's her job. And if another part of her is her student, so what? She didn’t have any intimate contact with Oksana herself. Plus, everything she did to Villanelle wasn't even physical, right? They didn't touch each other, didn't fuck each other.

But God knows, Eve would love this and this frightened her most of all.

At some point, having finished all the essays except a specific one, she found herself on the archive with student profiles. After hesitating, weighing the pros and cons, she clicked on the profile.

Oksana Anatolievna Astankova, 23 years old. Born in the city of Krasnokamsk in the Perm region, Russia. Graduated from Gymnasium No.1 with a gold medal, selected subjects for the Unified State Exam: English, Social studies, History.

“You're really quite smart, huh” Eve said out loud to herself, looking over the apostilles of the documents attached to the profile by Oksana. Judging by the exams she passed, Oksana could easily afford to go to any Russian Law university without any problems. Lowest points for the exam Oksana had was 87 for History.

She continued to leaf through the profile, carefully studying every attached certificate, every recommendation from teachers, until she reached the contact column. On the scanned document, Oksana’s phone number and email were written in neat handwriting. The column with the data of relatives was empty. Below, next to the Orphan graph was a check mark.

Fuck.

Covering her face with her hands, Eve leaned back in her chair and muffled a curse into her palms. Fucking wonderful. Now she’s not just a pathetic forty-year-old woman who virtually fucked her student, no. She also fucked an orphan who is trying to make pay for her life all alone, in foreign country.

Bravo, Polastri.

She jerked when she heard the notification of a new message. Taking her hands away from her face, she took out her phone, ready to once again give a cold shoulder on Bill’s offer to go to a pub. Her eyes widened when she read a message from an unknown number.

+44-xx-xxxx-xxxx:
Hi Eve. It’s Oksana Astankova.
Your colleague Ms.Felton gave me your number. I hope you don’t mind that I’m writing to you so late?

Oh, she was not okay at all! What the heck? Why now? Did she also recognize Eve’s voice and now gonna blackmail her for this? On the verge of psychosis, Eva jumped up from her chair and began pacing her room. A lump rose in her throat and with trembling fingers, she quickly added a new contact by name Astankova and typed out the answer.

Eve:
Hey, Oksana. Sure, it’s okay. Did you need something?

Three dots appeared on the screen and in less than half a minute Eve received the answer.

Astankova:
I wanted to ask if you checked my essay. Everyone has already received their grades, but I still haven’t found your answer in my email.

Thank God. Eve let out a loud sigh of relief. Oksana didn’t know anything. She just was a responsible student who wanted to check on her essay. Not a big deal.

Eve:
No, I haven't read it yet. But it’s the last one, so probably I’ll read it before sleep and send you a review with a grade in the morning.

Oksana type out right away.

Astankova:
It’s past ten in the evening, Eve. Isn’t it a little too late for you to read it now? There’s no hurry, I can wait as long as you need. Just wanted to clarify that you didn’t forget about me.

“Oh, like hell I can ever forget you after that session.” muttered Eve to herself.

Then there was another message.

Astankova:
I know that you have your own course beside ours and you probably have a lot more work now. Because of the professor's Haleton mess. So it’s okay really.

Eve smiled at her student’s concern. It was kind of sweet. But she quickly shakes off the feeling.

Eve:
It’s very nice of you to care, Oksana, but don’t worry. I can take care of my work, so wait for my email in the morning. If you have any questions, you can always write to me and we can discuss your work.

Oksana’s answer almost made her choke.

Astankova:
I’ll be working night shifts this weekend, so I'll probably be sleeping in daylights anyway. There’s really no need to hurry, Eve. Take a rest, please. I’ll feel really bad if you won’t sleep properly because of my essay.

So, this means she’ll be working tonight as well. Villanelle will be available all fucking night. What if- No. Nuh-ah. Nope. Bad Eve.

Eve:
I’ll think about it. Have a good night, Oksana.

Astankova:
Good night to you too, Eve.

Putting down the phone, Eve walked to the bedroom on wobbly legs. Falling face down into the pillow, she closed her tired eyes.

Everything is fine. Perfectly fine. She will check Oksana's essay in the morning and send her a review. Then, she will continue to work like a professional. She's a fucking professor, after all. She would get through this- whatever these feelings were that Villanelle stirred up in her. She just needs to hold on until the course is over. Easy.

I can help you to relax and have a really good time. Do you want me to help you, baby? Villanelle’s voice, viscous and sweet as honey, purred in her head and Eve felt a tremor run down her spine. Lazily tucking her hand under herself, she tucked her palm under the waistband of her trousers and touched herself through the thin fabric of her underwear. Her panties were already wet.

This little fucker. With her fucking sexy voice.

Eve whined into the pillow and, pushing her panties to the side, slowly ran her finger between her swollen folds. Her hips jumped at the sensation and pushed towards her own hand. Oksana’s- Villanelle’s neat, long fingers flashed in her mind. She saw Villanelle confidently working those fingers on camera while pleasuring herself. How the tips of her index and middle fingers moved in tight circles over her clitoris, how those perfect digits disappeared completely, all the way to the knuckles deep inside her pussy. Sinking her teeth into the pillowcase, Eve penetrated herself with two fingers at once, imagining that it was Villanelle who was thrusting inside of her.

Villanelle above her, behind her. Inside her. A slender but strong body pressed against her back with small, but perky breasts. Hot breath on her neck. If it was real, would Villanelle have pressed her hard into the bed with her free hand? Or she would bury her palm in Eve's rich mane of curls and roughly pull at the very roots with every thrust? Would her movements be like how Eve imagined now? Not fast, but hard and deep, causing her inner walls to clench around the digits, as well as her toes.

She desperately tried to imagine the ragged breathing breaking into moans behind her ear, but she couldn’t do it. Letting out a frustrated groan, she opened her eyes and glanced at the laptop.

She knew what would help her.

When the call loaded, she was surprised to see that Oksana- Villanelle did not bother waiting and immediately started the call with the camera on. With the same half-face mask, this time she was dressed in lace lingerie, blood red, matching her lipstick. Her hair was loose and flowed over her neat but strong shoulders in golden waves.

“Hi, Talullah. Nice to meet you here again.” she purred with a soft smirk.

Fuck. It’s been barely a minute, but she already felt how her skin began to heat up at the sight of Villanelle’s body on the screen. She took a cold shower to cool herself before the call, but it looks like it was for nothing. Smiling faintly at the image of the girl on the screen, Eve quickly typed out her answer.

Talullah:
Thank you, Villanelle. It's mutual.

“Why are you writing in the chat?” from Villanelle’s voice she would have guessed that her eyebrows, which were hidden under the mask, shot up. “Don’t you want to turn on the microphone?”

Talullah:
I can’t.

Villanelle pouted.

“Why?"

Because I'm afraid that you will recognize my voice and understand that a week ago you were masturbating through a video call with your teacher, thought Eve.

Fuck. Why is nothing in her life ever simple? Frantically trying to think of a reason, she just stared at her own hands. Meanwhile, Villanelle on her screen was patiently waiting for an answer. After about two minutes of waiting, she finally opened her mouth.

“Talullah,” Villanelle muttered her fake name quietly, almost playfully. Eve raised her head and gasped, noticing what was happening on the screen. Making herself comfortable on the sheets, Villanelle gently ran her fingers along her lower abdomen, occasionally inadvertently touching the hem of her panties. Fucking hell. “Are you… in public, right now?”

Now that was, actually, a pretty good cover for her.

Talullah:
Uh, you got me. I’m supposed to be working right now.

“Oh, so you are gonna touch yourself at your work? Kinky.”

Talullah:
Yeah, well. You know what they say. It’s great to try new things.

“True.” Villanelle bit her lip and looked at her playfully through the screen. “Does it mean you’d like to try something new with me as well?”

Oh, you have no fucking idea.

Talullah:
Actually, yes. I want to ask you to do something for me, if you don't mind.

“This is literally my job, Talullah.” Villanelle laughed charmingly. “Ask.”

Talullah:
OK. Cool.

Talullah:
Basically, I just need your voice. I mean, for you to tell me things.

Villanelle chuckled knowingly.

“Dirty talk?”

Talullah:
Yes. I have a fantasy. It’s quite strange and I will understand if it is too much for you and you refuse.

Another soft laugh.

“You've read the rules of The Twelve, haven't you? No pedo-stuff, threats or rape. This isn't something like this, is it?”

Talullah:
Ew, no. Of course not. In this fantasy, I am being taken from behind. Rough.

“Nothing strange yet.” muttered Villanelle.

Eve took a deep breath. She simultaneously hated herself and idolized at the same time since her idea, although risky, was ingenious in its own way.

Talullah:
This is a biblical fantasy. In this fantasy, you will be my tempting serpent, seducing me. Original sin, you know.

Villanelle's mouth opened slightly. Her eyes narrowed slightly through the slits of the mask and Eve tensed internally. Could she actually suspect her?

“Hm. As I understand it, you’ll be the first woman in this fantasy? Eve?”

Eve felt a sweet shiver run down her spine as soon as Villanelle said her name.

Fuck, it’s gonna be amazing.

Talullah:
Yes.

Villanelle licked her lips slowly.

“Then I’ll be your Lucifer, baby.”

And just like this, Eve finds herself on her stomach again. Villanelle's camera was turned off as unnecessary. There was only her voice, whispering sweetly and passionately to Eve. With every word, every praise, she felt that she was getting closer and closer to the alluring bliss of pleasure.

Pushing into herself with three fingers at once, roughly and deeply, she heard the soft sounds of kisses - how the fuck did Villanelle do that? What was she kissing there? - Eve could swear that she actually felt those soft lips on her own skin. On her neck, shoulders, between the shoulder blades.

“You are so beautiful, Eve. So pure. For me, only for me.” Villanelle whispered between smooching sounds. Her breathing was uneven. Her voice became deeper with each passing minute, her accent thicker. “Are you mine now, Eve? Say you're mine. Surrender to me.”

“Yours. Fuck, I’m yours.” Eve whispered with desperation into the pillow, knowing well that Villanelle couldn’t hear her. Her slippery fingers curl in her own pussy just right, hitting the soft spot. She arched her back, feeling her orgasm so close. “Villanelle-”

There’s a soft growl on the other end, almost animalistic. That made Eve’s knees tremble hard and almost give up.

Damn Villanelles and her spells.

“I want you to be mine, do you hear me? I want you all to myself.” Villanelle’s breath became rigid and Eve’s could almost feel on the back of her neck. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

Hell yes, she’s gonna cum.

With a mute scream Eve shut her eyes tight and felt her inner walls clench hard on her fingers. The rush of wetness dripped down her thighs and her knees finally gave up. She fell on her sheets, greedily gasping for air. When she opened her eyes, all she could see was deep dark circles.

Did she-

Lowering her lust-drunk gaze she noticed that the sheets under her crotch were soaked.

Yep. Looks like squirt.

“Sooo, did you enjoy your little biblical fantasy?” Villanelle’s voice asked her playfully.

Eve just laughed and reached for a laptop.

Talullah:
You could say that. I just fucking squirted for the first time in my life.

Villanelle snorted in her ear.

“Pleasure to serve. You have ten minutes left. Are you up for round two? What do you want, baby?”

Talullah:
I want you to fucking ruin me.

Chapter Text

Eve's eyes rolled back in pleasure. Her mouth opened slightly and an uncontrollable moan escaped her lips. With trembling fingers, she dug into a strong back, slippery with sweat, and she arched her own. The fingers inside her moved faster, breaking the previously established leisurely pace.

“Oh fuck, yes! Yes! Harder, please!”

An answer for her was a smug chuckle.

“Since you asked so politely.”

A third finger was added to the other two which were buried inside her and Eve almost screamed. The knot in her lower stomach tightened and the heat between her legs became stronger, overwhelming her. Soft lips greedily pressed against her neck.

“That's it, yes. Just like that, keep going.”

Her hips started to move with renewed vigor when Eve began to practically push herself onto the fingers thrusting into her. One of her hands flew higher and grabbed the golden strands in a death grip.

“Villanelle- Fuck!”

The woman above her raised herself slightly on her elbow and her hazel eyes stared at her almost slyly. Her lips, swollen from kisses, stretched into a knowing smirk. Villanelle slowly circled her throat with her fingers and then her palm pressed down, cutting off Eve's access to air.

“You're so needy, are you?” she asked a rhetorical question, looking at Eve without blinking. Her hand squeezed Eve’s throat a little tighter and Eve reflexively tried to breathe in. She already felt her lungs burn. “Eve... tsk-tsk-tsk... What would your colleagues say if they’ll find out how thirsty you are for me?”

Honestly? Elena would probably tell her that she is insane. Bill would stay silent, too shocked to comment on it, but soon enough would mock her with that. Carolyn- Well, Carolyn would be Carolyn. 

“This is extremely unprofessional of you, Eve.”, she would say, adjusting her neatly framed glasses. And then she would shrug. “Otherwise, I’ve had a young lover once myself and it was quite the experience. So good for you, though.” 

Oh yes, it’s so fucking good.

The fingers inside her curl just right, in time with deep thrusts. Her inner walls, impossibly sleek with her wetness flutter and clench tight, as the hand on her throat squeezes her even harder. Eve's hand shot up and her fingers wrapped around a thin, but strong wrist. The grip immediately weakened. Eve coughs, barely able to speak.

“Villanelle- Fuck, Villanelle, I'm gonna cum…” she manages to gasp in breathless hask.

“Then do it, Eve.” Villanelle’s lips stretch in another smile, as she whispers hotly against Eve’s parted lips. “Cum for me.”

Just before a sweet shudder was about to rip through her thighs and Eve almost fell into the bliss of orgasm, her eyes flew open. She inhaled sharply and rolled over onto her side. Her throat was unbearably dry. The sheets, wet from sweat, stuck disgustingly to her feverishly hot skin and Eve hurried to get out of bed. 

A wet dream, really?

Hastily throwing the worn-out bed linen into the laundry basket, along with her soaked panties, Eve turned on the water and stood under  the cool shower, trying to wash away the sweat and remnants of shame.

What the fuck is wrong with me? she thought, lazily running the washcloth over her own skin. The smell of lavender soap filled her nose and her thoughts went back to Villanelle. What kind of soap did she use? If Eve presses her nose to her long neck, wet after a shower, what scent will she smell? Will it be delicate and soft, like something floral? Or sharp and tart? Oh, maybe Villanelle used the unscented one. Such that would allow Eve to enjoy only the natural, entirely and exclusively Oksana’s natural scent.  

Okay, stop. Fucking stop it right now.

Afterward, munching on some hastily made toast with fried cheese, Eve was focused on what was truly important. Her gaze slowly and carefully slid over the lines of Oksana’s essay, which she promised to check last evening. Sure, Eve was already familiar with some of the research provided by Oksana. The psychology of female criminals was her passion and she herself read almost all the few studies that were published. 

What pleased her beyond words was that Oksana’s work contained many examples of such women from the countries of the former Soviet Union and their psychological portraits from a variety of experts. The ones Eve didn’t know until now at all. There were cases of brutal murders due to postpartum depression, which judging by Oksana’s conclusions, was not considered an illness in Russia at all. There were also examples of women suffering from various forms of mental disorders, many of which were labeled by doctors as psychopathy. The reasons for committing serious crimes were mainly due to a too late diagnosis or, which was even worse, to incorrect diagnosis at all.

At the end of my research I conducted, I can conclude that despite the negative social and economic circumstances in the lives of the female criminals I cited, the crimes committed or murders could have been avoided if these women had received expert help in time. 

Unfortunately, these women were not provided with decent medical treatment and after committing their crimes, the chance of recovery and return in society with further integration seems impossible. Prisons in the countries of the former Soviet Union do not provide their inmates with adequate mental health treatment and ultimately these women will continue to live marginalized lives. Instead of returning to society as a mentally healthy citizens they will relapse. Instead of medical treatment they receive inhumane prison sentences and torture from guards and other prisoners. And it’s just the tip of the iceberg, since in Russia, for example, the percentage of acquittals is less than 1%. 

This fact means that many prisoners who end up in prison may not even be criminals at all, but their lives and mental health will be irreversibly destroyed.

I don't have a clear answer as to how such a sad end can be avoided for mentally ill criminals in 100% of the time. However, the minimum that society and governments must do to minimize such cases is to popularize and make the services of psychiatrists more accessible to citizens. Improving the qualifications of psychiatrists, both in government institutions and in private clinics. Conduct preventive psychiatric assessments of citizens in the workplace and in schools, since the symptoms of many mental disorders begin to form in childhood.

Convince people that their mental health is no less important than their physical health. With that, we may not save all, but at least someone. 

“Holy shit,” mutters Eve at the quiet pessimistic ending of Oksana’s essay. She took off her reading glasses and rubbed her eyes. Just as she thought, the essay was pretty good. Sure, there was a bit of emotional manipulation between sour facts, but Oksana indeed did quite a lot of research on her own. 

Eve:

Hello, Oksana. I just finished reading your essay. I’m sending you it right back with some edits and suggestions for structure. It’s an A work, don’t worry, but I still think you must publish it. I’ll talk about it with rector Martens first thing on Monday.

After sending a promised file with edits on Oksana’s email, Eve stretched her back and stood up from her chair. There were a lot of things she needed to do. Since she divorced Niko, keeping the house in order fell entirely on her shoulders. Her house wasn’t bad, just old and therefore required regular care. Perhaps, Eve thought, those days were the only ones when she just a little bit regretted the divorce. After checking the pipes in the bathroom and under the sink in the kitchen, she headed upstairs. She carefully examined the walls and ceilings for moisture. London is a very rainy city and despite futile attempts to strengthen the roof, moisture often accumulated under the roof and soaked into the walls. 

“It looks dry enough for now.”, she muttered under her breath and to be more sure, she carefully felt the area under the ceiling above her bed with her palm. She had already woken up due to cold drops dripping on her face and she avoided repeating such an experience with all she had.

After covering the mattress with fresh bedding, she went down to the kitchen and inspected the refrigerator. She was not surprised to find it almost empty. On the nearly empty shelves, she was greeted only by two bottles of cheap wine, a small jar of leftover worcestershire sauce and a container of kimchi that her mother had given her on her last visit. In the freezer there was a bag of dumplings she had prepared earlier, which immediately went into the frying pan.

When the dumplings were covered with a pleasant golden crust, and the air was filled with the aroma of shrimps, her phone vibrated.

Bill:

Darling. The Lamb & Flag. Me, you and Elena. Tonight.

Eve let out a soft sigh.

Eve:

It was the most unattractive way to ask me for a drink, Bill.

Bill:

My treat.

Eve:

Better. Which time?

Bill:

Keiko will be free to take little gremlin on nine, so I’ll be at nine-forty or so. Elena texted that she might be a little late.

Eve:  

Only you could call your baby gremlin. 

Bill:

Yup. That’s why I’m a funny dad and you're a boring aunty.

Eve:

Fuck you.

Eve:

Anyway, I'll see you there.

Bill:

Wear something nice. It’s a good place, so probably you’ll meet some nice men.

Bill:  

Or women ;)

Eve:

I swear to God, if you trying to sign me up on another blind date I’ll strangle you to death.

Bill:

Don’t treat me with a good time, sweetheart.

Bill:

Damn it, this little monster shit herself again. Gotta go. See you at The Lamb & Flag.

When Eve arrived at the pub it was already ten in the evening. The room was already packed to capacity. The tables were occupied, as were the seats at the bar. Making her way through the crowd, she frantically ran her eyes, trying to find Bill. He was already waiting for her at a small table for four personas in the far corner and, noticing her, waved his hand in greeting.

“Hi, darling! I'm glad you didn't find another excuse to stay home and actually came!” He greeted her cheerfully, rising from his seat. Gentlemanly pulling out a chair for Eve, he left a friendly kiss on her cheek. He looked at her up and down, noticing the navi-colored dress with a deep decolte underneath her coat and let out a low whistle. “Damn, girl! And you dressed up! You look gorgeous.”

“And you look like a cartoon chipmunk in that hat.” she softly laughed at him, sitting on her chair. She took the menu and briefly nodded at his pint of beer, already half empty. “You started without us already, don’t you?” 

“What can I say? You ladies always take your time to get ready. And the beer won't wait.”

“Yeah, whatever you say.”

Eve, who usually drinks wine, decided to order something stronger and ordered gin. Surprisingly, the drink was brought to her quite quickly, despite the pub being busy with visitors.

“So, I take it Elena won't come?” she asked after taking her first sip.

Bill shook his head.

“I wrote to her shortly before your arrival. She's already on her way, but you know. Traffic on the roads is crazy at this time. “

Eve nodded slowly, carefully studying his face. After sipping more of her drink, she asked:

“Do you promise me you guys are not setting me up? Elena won't show up with another one of her lonely friends?”

The corner of Bill's lips twitched faintly. 

“You offend me, sweetheart. Think I could set you up like this? Never.”

“Well, I don’t know, last time you swore just as much, and then Helene came-”

“Sweet Jesus, are you going to remind me of this all my life?”

“-and I listened to an hour-long lecture about how difficult it is to find a worthy partner when all her time is taken up by work and caring for her daughter.” 

“Yes, I got it, Eve. Really. This is not a setup. It’s just that the three of us haven’t gone out together for a long time. And we wanted to have a great time, like the good old times. Now will you turn off the killjoy?”

They drink in comfortable silence between them for another ten or so minutes, listening to the soft music in the background. Bill asked a waiter-boy for another round and just as Eve took a sip from her second glass of gin, she heard a familiar voice behind her back.

“Hi, Eve.” She almost spit out her drink.

No fucking way. 

Slowly, Eve looked behind her shoulder and here she is. Oksana was standing right behind her, almost towering above her. Her honey hair was pulled in a low ponytail tonight. A few stands were framing her pretty face, making her high cheekbones less sharp. She looked even younger. She was dressed in another suit, fully black this time. Under perfectly fitted blazer Eve notice a fucking transparent blouse through which her plain black bra was visible clear as day.

While Eve was frozen, counting the dots of Oksana’s moles, which also were visible pretty good, Bill was watching her expression with a strange glint in his eyes.

“Good evening, Miss Astankova.” He greeted Oksana cheerfully.

Hazel eyes slowly blink and switch from Eve to Bill.

“Professor Pargrave, hello to you too! My apologies, I didn’t recognize you right away.” She reaches her hand and gives Bill a handshake. Her lips curl into a polite grin. “Nice hat.”

Oh, they know each other. Great.  

“It’s nice to see you too, Oksana.” Eve’s hand met with Oksana in another handshake and it felt almost electric, when their skin touched. Oksana’s palm gave her a soft squeeze and Eve felt a lump in her throat, when a scene from her dream appeared before her eyes. 

Same hand, same soft squeeze, but on her throat instead of a hand.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Would you like to join us?” asked the girl Bill and Eve immediately shot him a narrow gaze, which he completely ignored.  

“I would love to, but my friends would probably murder me if I do.” Oksana nodded behind her shoulder and Eve noticed familiar faces of the guys with whom Oksana was sitting at her lecture. In one of them she recognized Carolyn’s son. “We couldn’t go out together for months because of studying and it was really hard for me to switch hours with my co-worker tonight. Besides, it would be a shame to stick in and ruin your date.”

Our what?

Bill suddenly let out a loud bark of laughter and Oksana narrowed her eyebrows slightly, visibly confused.

“Ugh- I’m sorry. I’ve heard that Eve’s husband is a teacher too, I thought it might be you.”

This time it was Eve who laughed.

“Oh my God, no! No, I’m not married to Bill .”

“She’s divorced , actually.” quickly added Bill and Eve used all her willpower to not to kick his ankle under the table. This fucking gossipy old man!

Oksana hummed something under her breath and let another polite smile touch her lips. Eve noticed that yet again this smile didn’t reach her eyes at all. Another mask.

“Anyway, I wanted to thank you for your edits for my essay.” She switched her focus on Eve again. “It was really helpful and I wanted to say that I’ve thought about your advice about the publication and made my decision.”

Eve momentarily perked up.

“Oh? You’ve decided to get your work published?”

Oksana nodded.

“Yeah. And I wanted to thank you for encouraging me to do it as well. But also, I wanted to ask if you’d like to help me a little more with this. I’ve never done anything like this before and don't quite understand the process, so your experience would be really helpful.” Oksana bowed her head slightly. “Actually, I thought that we could expand my essay into a full-fledged scientific work, covering not only the countries of the former Soviet Union, but also to add some western research. Europe, maybe even the USA. I believe that you are well versed in this area?”

Hold on…

“You- you want me to share my research about western female criminales with you to expand your essay?”

Oksana narrowed her eyebrows and quickly shook her head.

“That is not exactly what I meant, no,” She licked her lips and lost herself in her thoughts for a second. By the way her gaze ran, as if she was reading an invisible book, Eve understood that the girl was translating in her head her next words. “I want you to be… my scientific adviser, I guess? I want to get published under your supervision and, only if you’d find it interesting, share our research on female criminals as scientific partners as well.”

And then Eve understood what Oksana was asking her of. 

“So, you want to turn your essay into a full-fledged scientific work and you chose me as your partner for this?” She repeated dumbly and Oksana nodded again.

“Yes, this is exactly what I want.”

Once she heard the unequivocal answer, Eve did not know what to say. She would be blatantly lying if she said that she was not interested in Oksana’s proposal. Eve herself has not published her research for many years. Her last scientific work on criminal psychology was published more than ten years ago and she wrote all her subsequent work for herself. Then it was just dusting in her desk. She did not had time to finish and publish them. Work at the university and Niko took up all her time. Now, when she is divorced, she actually have time. So why not? Especially when her potential scientific partner has already done a good half of the work, if not more.

Because this “scientific partner” is at the same time your almost-sexual partner, without even knowing it. Your horny ass literally woke up from a wet dream about her this morning. No no no. This is a bad idea, a very bad idea-

“I agree. I’ll be your scientific partner.” Eve answered and Oksana’s face lit up with a new, this time a real one, smile.

“Great. I really appreciate it, Eve.” There was a loud drunken groan, vaguely similar to Oksana's last name, somewhere behind her and Oksana rolled her eyes. She was clearly annoyed. “Looks like my friends already miss me too much. I'm afraid it's time for me to return to them or they came for me themselves. Good evening Eve, professor Pargrave.”

Both say their goodbyes to her and when Oksana leaves, Bill pierces Eve with a mischievous gaze. Draining her glass, Eve exhaled heavily.

“If you wanna tell me something, then just do it.”

After a short silence Bill reached for his pint of beer. Taking a noisy sip, he carefully leaned closer to her and asked quietly.

“You noticed that she was hitting on you, right?”

Eve immediately let out a nervous laugh.

“What? Are you nuts? What are you talking about, Bill?”

“I mean, she is obviously gay as hell.” At that, Eve let out another loud bark of laughter and Bill shoved her shoulder. “Quit it, girl. You didn’t notice how her eyes kept returning to your tittes, because you were staring at hers yourself.”

“She’s wearing a fucking see-through blouze, Bill! It’s not gay to appreciate another woman's body if she is showing it right into your face.” She quickly looked at her own deep cut above her breasts. Her dress was pushing them up pretty good. “And it works both ways, since you asked me to wear something nice. So shut up.”

Bill chuckled at her lightly, clearly not buying it.

“Okay. Maybe, just maybe, I’m not that straight as I thought I am.” finally admitted Eve. “I was checking her out without even noticing. Fine. So what?”

Bill says nothing. Just wiggle his bushy eyebrows. Eve gasp. 

“No!”

“I didn’t say anything, love.”

“You didn’t have to. Your expression told me everything!”

“Told you what?” Elena, who had just appeared at their table, asked brightly. Taking off her coat and placing it on the back of the chair, she sat at Eve’s side and watched both her friends with curiosity. “Ugh, sorry for getting this late, guys. Traffic is a real bitch on saturdays.”

“Eve wants to get into Astankova’s pants.” quickly answers Bill. 

“She what?!”

“Bill what the fuck?!”

“They were staring at each other with goo-goo eyes and talking about their future partnership and research sharing .” Bill totally ignored Eve’s murderous look and smiled gleefully at Elena’s horrified expression. 

Elena gave Eve a judgment look.

“Babe? Is it true?”

For a fuck sake.

“No! Oksana and I were simply discussing her essay and she invited me to publish it in collaboration with her. Scientific partnership, not- whatever Bill had in mind.”

“Keep telling it to yourself, you dirty woman.”

“Okay, can you just stop? Both of you.” finally told them Elena. She let out a heavy sigh. “I’m too sober right now to deal with your childish arguments. So, I’m gonna buy myself a glass of something nice and both of you just drop it, okay? Can you do this for me?”

Surprisingly, Elena's words had an immediate effect on both of them. Bill bit his tongue and stopped baiting Eve to talk about her and Oksana. And it was all Eve needed. They ordered another round of drinks for themselves and soon fell into a detached conversation about work and life outside of university. Most of the conversation was between Elena, who was complaining about yet another failed suitor from Tinder, and Bill, who shared with them the wisdom of his new life as a parent. Eve listened to them in half an ear, lazily glancing over the visitors. Her gaze kept returning to the blond head flashing among the crowd. Oksana, noticeably bored, lazily sipped from her glass as well, listening to the stories of the actively gesticulating young man sitting opposite of her. He laughed, apparently at his own joke, causing only a slight grin from Oksana; her lips moved barely noticeable as she told him something, but it was impossible to hear what. Kenny, sitting to her right, shook his head disapprovingly.

I wonder what they are discussing there.

As Bill excused himself to a bathroom, Elena moved closer to Eve and whispered in her ear.

“Spit it out.”

“What?”

“What Bill said about you and Astankova. I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been staring at her all evening. Are you really into her?”

Eve sighs and looks down at the glass in her hand. She took a sip and muttered.

“I don’t know. Maybe?” She was quite tipsy by now and talking about it with Elena was somehow easier. Elena did not say anything, letting her speak. “I mean, how can I say, if I saw her, like, two times?”

Four times. Half of the time while masturbating to her wildly. Five, if you count the dream.

Thank God she wasn’t that drunk to spill those things as well.

“I can tell that she is smart. Intelligent. I like it about her.” She continued talking, letting herself to look at Oksana again. The girl was sitting with the same bored expression. Long finger circle around the rim of the glass.

“And her look? Do you like it as well?”

“I have eyes, Elena. She is gorgeous.” Eve let out a soft sigh and murmured softly. “Sooo… yeah. I think, I do feel attracted to her. Just a little.”

Elena slowly nodded, drumming her fingers on the table.

“Thank you for being honest. But please be careful with that, mate. I won’t judge if there’ll be- something between you. But remember, those kinds of flings never end well.”

Eve snorted at her words.

“Please, you are talking like there is a chance that something actually could happen between me and her. Come on, why on earth would she be interested in me? I'm old enough to be her mother.”

“Maybe she’s into that sort of stuff. Mommy issue is not that rare anymore.” snickered Elena and Eve shoved her shoulder playfully.

“Oh, fuck you.” she cursed at her without meaning. Taking her coat off, she stood up from her seat. “I need to pee, will you watch my coat?”

“Sure thing, babe.”

Fortunately for Eve, there were already fewer people and the bathroom was free. Having finished, she sat in the stall for some time, scrolling through the feed on her phone and enjoying the silence. The incessant roar in the pub was already giving her a noticeable headache. There was the sound of a door opening. It was followed by footsteps and the creaking of a faucet. The water began to gurgle in the sink. 

Leaving the toilet stall, Eve felt her heart skipping a beat, when she saw a woman who had entered the toilet.

She let out an awkward laugh.

“Hello again.” Oksana’s reflection nodded weakly in response to her greeting, without looking up at her. Standing at the nearby sink, Eve washed her hands and critically examined her reflection, trying not to look away in Oksana’s direction. The girl was busy splashing her face with the water, clearly trying to get more sober. 

Perfect fucking timing, she thought gloomily, taking lipstick out of her purse. Pulling out her lips, she touched up her makeup and heard gasp. Her eyes nevertheless darted treacherously to the side. 

Resting her palms on the sink, Oksana looked at her without blinking with an unreadable expression on her face. Hazel eyes ran up and down her body and Eve suddenly remembered that when they met in the pub earlier, she was still wearing her coat. Now Oksana saw her body, covered in a tight, a little bit slutty, dress in all its glory. Her cheeks were flushed, pupils of her eyes were pretty noticeably dilated, making hazel eyes turn into almost black.

Oh.

Oh.

Somehow, Eve’s tipsy and totally-not-gay mind understood what Oksana’s expression meant. She hadn’t caught such a look at herself for a very long time. Niko had looked at her with a similar look many years ago, back when they were young and had just met each other. It was not just desire or lust, but a hunger. An endless thirst to devour, to take and claim.

And it was very very bad. Not because now Eve saw that Oksana is actually want her, but because the rational side of her mind now was too tipsy to make her think with her brain and not with- you know.

Eve gulped at the thought, a fantasy, that if Oksana now approached her and do literally anything, she would let her. Anything she wants, any way she wants - Oksana would have. Just like this. And as if reading her mind, Oksana closed the faucet and slowly took a few steps in her direction. She stopped right behind her and Eve froze in place, switching her gaze to the mirror. In the reflection, Oksana’s gaze travels down, from the back of her neck to the curve of her ass. When she learned in and Eve felt her hot unsteady breath, smelling with alcohol, on the top of her head, she closed her eyes. Ready for- anything.

There was a soft tug and suddenly Eve’s curl fell free from the bun. The tip of Oksana’s nose pressed at the back of her head and Eve felt her taking a deep breath.

Did she just smell me?

She found the strength to open her eyes and saw that Oksana was looking at her right back through the reflection. The lower part of her face was hidden behind Eve’s head. She watched how Oksana’s hands raised and those long fingers buried deep in her curls, fluffing her hair a little.

“Much better.” murmured Oksana in a husky whisper. Her accent got much thicker. “Gorgeous.”

And just like that, she turned away and left the bathroom, leaving Eve stunned and just a little bit bothered. 

What the actual fuck?

Chapter Text

Feeling the rays of the sun on her face, Oksana weakly groaned and turned sleepily, rolling over onto her stomach. Her face buried deep into the pillow and she took a deep breath. It was her mistake as the acrid pungent smell of vomit filled her nostrils.

“What the— ”, lifting her head from the pillow, Oksana stared with sleepy eyes at the soiled pillowcase. She immediately felt a lump in her throat and despite her weakness and terrible migraine, she jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. Bent over the toilet, she threw up the contents of her stomach, which were meager: only bile and the remains of alcohol.

“Blya– Blyat’, never again– ”, she swore to herself and bent over the toilet once more, when a new portion of vomit hurried out.

As if mocking her, her phone trilled from the bedroom. Muttering indistinctly, Oksana rested her forehead on her forearm and closed her eyes. The sharp sound that was coaxing her ears hit her nerves like tiny hammers. By pushing two fingers into her mouth, she tried to induce a new wave of vomiting, but realizing that she simply had nothing left to throw up, she stood up and carefully leaned her palms on the sink.

She grimaced in horror as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. What a fuck up. Turning on the water, she began to wash her face in an attempt to remove the hangover hot swelling from her face. At some point, she caught herself feeling déjà vu. Her gaze briefly darted to the side, unconsciously expecting to see the female figure, dressed in a seductively tight navy-blue dress, onto which she had masturbated furiously the previous night.

Shaking her head to dismiss the obsession, she found a toothbrush and began brushing her teeth. She had to rinse her mouth at least five times to get rid of the sour aftertaste of vomit.

Having brought herself into a more or less decent appearance, Oksana returned to the bedroom. The phone had been silent for a long time and only occasionally vibrated, notifying her of new messages. Safely ignoring the device, Oksana jerked the sheets off the mattress and the pillowcases off the pillows. Having hastily washed the bed linen(as well as the patch on the mattress at the headboard) in a basin in the bathroom - the old fashioned way, as her father taught her, - Oksana returned to the bedroom and critically examined the damage caused to her drunken alter ego (Drunksana, as Hugo loved to mock her after evenings like this). Fortunately, the equipment she short-sightedly left behind after work survived: the tripod with the camera remained in the same place, as well as the light; laptop was still lying on the desktop in the corner of her small bedroom. Her suit, which she had systematically gotten rid of last night, laid on the floor.

With a painful groan, she allowed herself to fall onto the bare mattress. Her head continued to buzz. Fucking Hugo with his fucking cocktails, she thought gloomily and hearing the phone dully vibrate on the cabinet again, Oksana stretched out her arm and grabbed it. Checking it, she noticed a missed call from Kenny and several new messages in their shared chat with her guys.

Kenny:

Oksana, are you alive?

Hugo:

I bet twenty pounds that she's in an alcoholic coma right now.

Or tumbling under the sheets with that hottie from the pub.

Kenny:

???

“Hottie” who?

Hugo:

You know, the one she approached yesterday. Have you forgotten how she ditched us for her?

Kenny:

Oh my God. Don't tell me you just called professor Polastri a “hottie”.

Hugo:

That was her??? Damn, I didn’t recognize her at all!

Kenny:

Well, I guess that what happens with pervs like you when they are drunk enough and looking at the women's buttes and not at their faces.

Hugo:

I mean, she centrally has a pretty nice ass in that dress…

Oh fuck yes, she really have , thought Oksana and mentally cringed at herself. Nice, now she is agreeing with misogynistic little creep like Hugo. Great.

As if you haven't been a creep, when your drunk ass fucking smelled Eve last night in a fucking bathroom and then fucked youself nice and rough first thing after arriving home.

Oksana:

Are you done?

Hugo:

Heeey! Good morning, sunshine. How are you doing?

Oksana:

Vomiting.

Hugo:

Ouch. So much for the famous russian resistance to booze.

Kenny:

Drink a glass of water and go back to sleep. I’ll call to wake you up before work.

Oksana:

Thanks, Ken.

And you can go fuck yourself, Hugo. I won't drink with you. 

Ever. Again.

Hugo:

Would it make you feel better if I told you I’m vomiting too?

She didn’t have time to send a caustic reply, because after the message,  Hugo sent them a selfie where he, no less rumpled than she is, was showing his thumb at the camera. Judging by the background, he was squatting next to the toilet, just like she was just a couple of minutes ago.

Oksana:

You look like shit.

Ok, you're right, I do actually feel better now.

Hugo:

Glad my suffering makes you happy. Now do as doctor Kenny says and go to sleep, bitch.

Oksana was not one of those people who easily do what they say. However, after a short chat with Hugo and Kenny, she did drink some water and slowly crawled from the bare bed to the couch. The sleeping area left much to be desired. When Oksana first moved into this apartment, the landlord strictly forbade her to get rid of old furniture of which there was not much: a shabby dining table with a couple of chairs in the small kitchen, which Oksana even liked; a peeling moth-eaten chair, which after much persuasion the owner managed to take away to save it in his– wherever he store his crap; and the couch itself, on which Oksana had to sleep for the first year and a half after moving in. It was stupid to complain. Her plan worked, she got out of Russia and was able to enroll in a decent university for the course of her dreams. It was only during the sixth month of sleeping on this stunning piece of furniture that pain began to pierce her spine every now and then, every time a nerve was pinched in her lower back. So, the first major purchase for her (besides the solid amount of money for her studies) was a new queen size bed. After the first night on a well-supporting mattress and silk sheets from Rizzari, Oksana was practically purring.

Well, it looks like it's time to go back to the roots. She slept on the couch, not bothering to lay it out for another good half a day, until she was woken up by the promised call from Kenny and she began to get herself in proper shape before work.

At her dressing table with cosmetics, Oksana felt no less comfortable than at her laptop. With deft and quick movements, she applied makeup and, as usual, finishing her look with bright scarlet lipstick, peering at her reflection. Traces of the morning hangover disappeared as if by magic.

“Beautiful,” she mutters to her own reflection before putting on the mask.

After she connected all the tech equipment that was necessary for work, Villanelle turned on the light and quickly changed into one of her favorite sets of lingerie. She logged in her personal account on The Twelve and noted the new message from the Curator.

Curator #K:

Bosses are very pleased with you this month. They'll send you a bonus on your private account.

She smiled. Konstantin, as always, neither greeting nor farewell - straight away and to the point. The news was indeed good: although The Twelve had relatively good conditions, they took the lion’s share of the models’ earnings for themselves, so such rare and therefore especially valuable bonuses were especially pleasant.

Model #10:

Yey! Btw, have your bosses already developed a work plan for the next month?

Konstantin responded instantly.

Curator #K:

Why? Any plans?

Model #10:

Curiosity.

Curator #K:

Curiosity killed the cat, solnyshko . If you have something to do, then say it honestly. Don’t be a baby about it. I'll think about what I can do.

Model #10:

Fine. I have additional work planned for my studies, most likely I won’t be able to work during the day on weekdays. So probably, I could work only on night shifts.

Curator #K:

Nights are paid at a double rate, which is why our girls work mostly past midnight. If you drop your days, 2 and 7 will have to work only days. And I bet they’ll not agree with this and neither will our bosses.

Model #10:

So, does it mean that I , as the best girl, can get a bonus, but it’s impossible to set for me a schedule with only night shifts for just a month? 😑

Come on, Konstantin. Don't be a fat prick.

Curator #K:

I did not say that. I’ll think about what I can do. But can’t give you any promises.

Yey!

Immediately, Konstantin sent another message.

Curator #K:

How's your classes going?

Model #10:

Awww. Are you worried about me???? 🥺

Curator #K:
Net. Otyebis’.

Ouch. Now that was rude.

Model #10:
Ty ved' znayesh', chto ya mogu nastuchat' adminu i perevesti yemu vse tvoi grubosti? Ne ispytyvay menya.

Curator #K:
Ne bud’ pizdoy. I idi uzhe rabotay.

Model #10:
Do you think if I had a client I would’ve chatted with you? Now I’m really hurt. You know I’m a professional.

Curator #K:
I do think so, yes.

Ohohoh, so this is what it is today? Konstantin in the mocking mood? Well, if he trying to say that she is naughty, then she will be fucking—

A new message pop-up.

Curator #K:
You do need to go work, by the way. I just received a transaction on you. Your new regular.

Villanelle blink and suddenly her lips turn into a smirk. Oh, Talullah came back? What a nice surprise. Guess her shift won’t be as boring as she thought.

Model #10:

Nice. Then I’ve gotta go. Can't make this nice lady wait.

She didn’t wait Konastantin’s answer, quickly closing the chat and switching to the main panel. Before her finger hit the button of call, Villanelle made herself lay less comfortable, but more sexy next to the camera. 

When the screen loaded, she grinned wide at the camera and almost sang.

“Talullah! I was just thinking about my new favorite regular!” When she didn't hear any answer, she narrowed her brows and more calmly added. “Are you without a mic again? Talullah, I’m not judging, but masturbating at work again ? Tsk, naughty and can end very badly. 

Hot as fuck, though.

There was a soft ring of the new massage in chat. 

Talullah:

No. Just have trouble with my mic. Wait a sec.

Oh, thank fuck. Don’t get her wrong, Villanelle didn’t have troubles with using only one-sided phone sex on her work. If she’ll be honest, it was actually the best thing for her, since the client didn’t see her and she could imitate that she is touching herself, instead of actually doing this. You see, this type of work has its downsides, and for Villanelle they were quite significant. 

Villanelle loves sex. She loves to touch other people, loves to touch herself and she really enjoys imagining a variety of scenarios with other women, while she is alone. And it’s very difficult to receive such pleasure when, due to constant masturbation on camera, her sensitivity goes to zero and instead of a pleasant time with an orgasm in the end, she only receives a sluggish attempt to scratch an itch off, feeling more pain and discomfort instead of pleasure.

In her first session with Talullah, Villanelle was more than satisfied. The woman was her second client that night, so she was able to receive a real one, not a fake orgasm. It was surprising, even for herself. When her client who “had never done anything like this” suddenly took the session into her own hands and began to guide her, praise her , Villanelle felt like a burning hot lava was spreading through her veins. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she might want a client back. Her movements were almost desperate and honest in her desire to satisfy herself, to have a real orgasm, were not a mechanical working script. Talullah of course didn’t notice, but she and Villanelle even lingered a little that night, purring sweet nothings to each other. She deserved a little aftercare at my expense , Villanelle reasoned.

The second time– 

Oh, damn . 

The second time came in the middle of her work shift, when she couldn’t cum even if she wanted to. And she really wanted to cum. God knows, Villanelle has never been so horny in her life. Biblical fucking fantasy. There wasn't a single saint thought in Villanelle's head at that moment. All she saw through her closed eyelids was an image of the wide hips that was begging for her hands, a rich mane of wild dark curls in which she wanted to bury her fingers and tug hard and dark eyes looking at her in awe with pure hunger. The true Eve she wanted– no, needed in that moment. Her fingers were rubbing rapidly on her long time overstimulated clit, desperate to cum. And dear lord, Talullah’s moans in her ear didn’t make it any easier for her. The husk in her voice was reminding her Eve Polastri so fucking much and Villanelle loved it .

She didn’t cum that time, obviously and it was a torture. Yet, she managed to remember it perfectly. Every sigh, every moan from Eve– Talullah , she remembered it all and she used those memories last night, when she was alone after pub, her body fully recovered from work and–

There was a scratchy noise and a polite cough.

“Um, Villanelle? Can you hear me?” 

Villanelle blinked slowly and almost automatically switched the settings on her laptop, so the sound went directly in her wireless earphones. 

“Yes, hear you loud and clear,” breathed Villanelle. Well, maybe not this clear, since Talullah's voice just like before was a bit scratchy, with an annoying echo in the end. Should Villanelle carefully suggest her to buy a better mic? So she could’ve hear Talullah’s voice more clearly. This low, sometimes adorably unsure sexy voice…

“So? How can I serve you tonight, my dearest client?” she asked playfully and Talullah laughed awkwardly on the other end.

“Oh, umm, I didn’t choose yet, honestly”, the answer made Villanelle pout. Does this mean Talullah doesn’t want another Eve fantasy ? Ah, what a shame. 

“Well, all you need is just to ask. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” echoed Talullah and Villanelle slowly licked her lips at the shy curiosity in the woman’s voice.

“Anything.”

There was a short silence and then–

“Can you, uh, talk with me in another language?”

Villanelle cackles softly. A little surprised, but not disappointed.

“Yeah. I can do that. In which one you’d like me to speak with you? Deutsch ? Frances ? Ah, Espanol ?” she purred softly, switching her accent easily. God, she hoped Talullah would choose French. Villanelle loves French, it’s sounds so smooth and sexy, and it’s been a while since Villanelle or Oksana herself talked on it–

“I want Russian, actually.” simply asked Talullah.

Villanelle’s eye flinch.

Ew. Russian. Not sexy . 

She managed to smile anyway and softly tried to talk Talullah out of her mind.

“Russian is not… the best option, Talullah. Are you sure you want this one? I can sound really good in Frances, mon ami–”

“I want to hear you in Russian.”

Villanelle let out a deep breath, - this annoying fucking woman, - and then spoke in her native language. No accent, clean and sharp.

“Ty hot’ znaesh russkiy?” she muttered slowly and heard Talulla gasp almost immediately. Villanelle’s eyebrows rise at the reaction.

As a native, she knew all the pros and cons of the language. It really was rich with words and the ways to use them in any situation. She couldn’t deny it. There were also so many fun phraseological units that made her laugh and she couldn’t explain it to non-russian speaker even if she really wanted to. Yet, speaking russian in a sexual way was– 

Disgusting , at least.  

Since those kinds of words are mostly used to curse, threaten or derange the one with whom you are talking, it was just unpleasant to say them to a lover. Needless to say that the words were too sharp and rude(and Villanelle hates rude people) there was no desire to pronounce them while having sex at all. Once, she noticed a tab with some russian porn on Hugo’s laptop and cringed immediately. She called him a weirdo, he called her a prude. Good Lord, not this shit again, she thought to herself, when she had a rare client who wanted her to speak in russian. They didn’t understand a fuck of what she told them, yet they willingly paid the money and jerk off on that. 

Sometimes, it was fun, though. When Villanelle felt naughty, she tasted the waters, slipping some random words in her russian speech. When she knew for sure that the client didn't understand what she was saying, she usually opened the link to some russian site with recipes and read something for them in her low, seductive voice.

Maybe I should just read Talullah the recipe of shepherd pie in russian. She’ll rub the one out and I won’t die from cringe. Maybe I’ll even cook it, it seems tasty, thought Villanelle, lazily scrolling the recipe with her eyes. Actually, she can speak whatever the fuck she want, even– huh .

Even call Talullah Eve, just in a different way.

“Yeva,” purred Villanelle softly. Talullah let out a barely noticeable moan and Villanelle’s lips turned into a smirk. Yep, that would be so fucking good.

Closing her eyes, she lost herself in her own fantasy, which she had dreamed about the previous night. And here she was, back in the bathroom of the pub, with Eve looking at her in the mirror.

Inhaling Eve's scent like a bloodhound, Villanelle pressed her chest against her back. To the so damn attractive back, that was perfectly visible through the cutout on the back of her dress. Villanelle could’ve fallen in love with this dress. It hugged Eve’s forms just right.

“Yeva, ty takaya krasivaya,” she exhaled, burying her nose in Eve’s neck and running the tip of it along the entire length. There was no need for her to imagine the shuddered sigh, thanks to Talullah. Her gaze went to the mirror, where in the reflection, as if in reality, she saw Eve close her eyes and lightly throw back her head, exposing her neck and Villanelle accepted the gift, quickly grasping it with her long fingers. “Ya ne mogu otorvat’ ot tebya vzglyada.”

“Oh f-fuck,” weakly muttered Eve– Talullah . One of her hands clumped on Villanelle’s forearm, which was snaked around her middle. The other one reached back and grabbed the back of Villanelle’s neck, bringing her closer.  

Villanelle giggle.

“Ty ved’ dazhe ne ponimaesh, chto ya govoryu, da?” she muttered softly, as her lips pressed to Eve’s pulse point. Her tongue darts out for a short moment to lick it and then her teeth dip in the tender skin in a playful bite. “Yeva, ty hochesh menya? Hochesh, chtobi ya zastavila tebya konchit’?”

There was a whimper. In her fantasy, Eve slowly opens her eyes, dark with need.

“Yes,” she whispered, looking Villanelle in the eye. 

And Villanelle groan. 

In reality, her hand quickly moved down her body, slipping under the hem of her panties. She was so wet already, that her finger slipped inside with ease and she added another almost immediately.

“Ya hochu– Blyat’, ya hochu nagnut tebya nad etoy rakovinoy i trahnut tebya,” Villanelle whispered with fever, pressing hot kisses along Eve’s neck, while her fingers close a little harder around the other woman throat. “Zhestko i bistro, poka ty ne nachnesh umolyat menya ostanovitsya.”

“Fuck, yes! Yes, yes, yes, keep going,” whined Eve and Villanelle could’ve almost felt her desperation. She licked her lips, her fingers began to move faster between her legs. “Fuck, Villanelle–”

Villanelle imagines herself bending Eve over the sink. Dark curls, like a river, fell forward, covering her face and Villanelle quickly grasped them in a tight fist. She tugged at them a little hard, while her other hand raised Eve’s dress up to her waist. With bold fingers she grabbed a handful of Eve’s ass.

“Three fingers. Face in pillow,” she muttered to Talullah her instruction. Her accent gets thicker from hunger and talking in her native language. “Be rough, pupsik .”

Talullah let out a loud moan just in time with Eve, when Villanelle’s fingers, in her fantasy, tug her panties to the side and thrust her fingers between her slick folds without any resistance. 

“Mhm, da. Takaya mokraya i tugaya. Tolko dlya menya,” muttered Villanelle. Her fingers curled in her own pussy and her back arched in time with the fantasy-Eve, whose face was controlled with pleasure, whose fingers close tightly around the sink, whose legs quickly began to tremble–

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon. Don’t stop. Fuck– please, please, don’t stop, Villanelle–”

“Konchi dlya menya, detka. Davai, ya hochu pochuvstvovat, kak tvoya kiska sozhmetsya vokrug moih paltsev. Yeva, konchi dlya menya.”

She heard Talullah scream as she came, right before her own orgasm washed her over with tha strong wave of pleasure. Once she recovered, covered in sweat, with her own fingers still deep inside her pussy, Villanelle bit her lip and looked at the screen of the laptop. In the mirrored picture of herself, she was absolutely ruined, but by Talullah or herself. 

It was all about Eve fucking Polastri.

Eve took off the tiny microphone from the board of her blazer, watching her students getting up from their sites and leaving the auditorium. The lecture just ended and she should be happy to be finally free for today. But she wasn’t free, not at all. Like a prisoner before shooting, she watched the tall figure of Oksana Astankova sitting where she was, not moving even for an inch. Her hazel eyes were staring back  at Eve and she felt a shiver running down her spine.

It was Monday afternoon. And it was their first after class meeting for Oksana’s essay. And Eve was fine. Totally, one hundred percent fine. Why would she not? She didn’t do anything wrong, she didn’t fucked a student, she just–

“Eve, are you okay?”

Blinking slowly, Eve raised her head to notice that Oksana left her seat and was now towering over her desk. Her hair was pulled up into the bun on the back of her head and she was dressed in an oversized, - a little buggy, even - light gray suit with a tight white t-shirt underneath. Her lips curled into a knowing smirk, when she noticed Eve’s attention to her look. 

That smug little shit.

“Yeah. I just was busy. Thinking,” muttered Eve, taking off her glasses. She noticed from the corner of her eye, that Oksana pouted a little, when she put them in the case and then in her purse. “So… are you ready to work on your essay?”

“I’m always ready, Eve,” murmured Villanelle. She bowed her head to the side. “Are we gonna do this right here?”

Are we still talking about the essay, thought Eve, feeling the well familiar feeling inside her. The heat, the want.

She remember Oksana’s gaze in the mirror, the way her breasts almost touched her back, when she learn in and fucking smelled her. 

No. Nope. Bad idea to be with her all alone.

“Actually, I’m a little sleepy after all those lectures. I thought that a cup of coffee would be nice. So, maybe we can sit in the cafe down the street?” answers Eve, almost as if she didn’t make an excuse just now. The cafe should be fine, yeah? 

Only if you won’t meet her in the bathroom again.

Oksana’s eyes slowly search her face for something. Then, she licked her lips and nodded.

“Yeah. I think that would be great. Shall we, then?”

In the cafe Eve felt more comfortable. They were sitting in front of each other. Oksana was slowly sipping her diabetic's nightmare of coffee, with a good amount of irish cream syrup. Eve’s own teeth ache at the picture in front of her, even though she drinks the simple black coffee. 

Oksana gave her the access to her Cloud and they worked on the file with the essay together. Well, Oskana was mostly typing, quite fast, correcting and editing the paragraphs that Eve was noting for her.

“Here, look,” Eve noted another sentence in the text. “You used here the example of a study of Russian psychiatric clinics, but the sentence conflicts a little with the text that comes after. There is no need to edit or cut it, just move it closer to the end where you draw conclusions.”

Oksana quickly nodded and did as she asked without question. Her face was totally focused and it made her even more attractive. Good thing, that we are working in public, thought Eve, watching those long fingers quickly working on the keyboard.

Suddenly, the phone on their table buzzes and both of them in sync reach out for it. Their fingers brush against each other. It felt as if a discharge of current passed through her fingertips and Eve shivered at the feeling. She raised her eyes to see that Oksana wasn’t looking at her. Her eyes were glued to the phone, her eyes widened and face as pale as snow was unreadable. 

Eve lowered her gaze to the display of the phone. Her phone, with the pop up notification:

Dear Talullah! The Twelve thanking you for using our services. As a sign of appreciation for your frequent use, we will upgrade your profile level from Bronze to Silver. Thank you for choosing us!

Fuck. FUCK.

With deft fingers Eve snatched her phone and coughed awkwardly.

“Um, Oksana–”

“I've gotta go,” coldly answers Oksana, quickly standing up from her seat and stuffing her laptop in her bag. Eve wanted to say something to stop her, but couldn’t find the words, just watching the other woman leaving some cash on the table. “Here, for the coffee. See you on the lecture, professor.”

“It’s Eve,” muttered Eve weakly, but Oksana was already gone, leaving through the glass doors of the cafe. Eve let out a deep breath and dropped her head on the table. “Fuck.”

Chapter Text

The next few weeks for Eve were… nervous. Terrifying, even.

From the moment Oksana hurriedly left the cafe, Eve never managed to talk to her. Of course, the girl regularly attended lectures and continued her studies as if nothing had happened, but she never responded to any of the messages from Eve.

Sitting at her favorite table by the windows in the cafeteria, waiting for Elena and Bill, Eva scrolled through her feed ready at any moment to give herself a couple more mental kicks.

Eve:(Saved draft)
Hi, you walk away without a goodbye. Whatever you saw or thought last day, it's not how it looks. Can we talk about it in private, please?

Eve:

Hello. This is Eve. You left very quickly after our meeting, we did not have time to set a time for the next meeting about your essay. Let me know when it's convenient for you.

Eve:(Saved draft)
I didn’t know it was you in the beginning, I promise. I’m not a stalker or some creep. Please, let’s just talk.

Eve:(Saved draft)

Whatever you think of me now it’s not worth it to give up on your essay. Please–

Eve:

Oksana, hello. It's me again. Will you come see me after the lecture today? The publication deadline is approaching and we may not be able to complete your essay in time. If you want to be published in the October release, we need to get down to work now . Text me or come by after the lecture on Friday.

Eve:(Saved draft)

Please, don’t let yourself lose a good chance because of me.

Eve:

Oksana, there is a week left before publication. Can you at least text me whether this is relevant for you or not?

There were few messages that she decided to send and they were all about studies. Yet, all Eve wanted now was to text and beg to talk about what happened in the cafe, but she always chicken out. How could she not? Hasn't she already discredited herself enough? She, an adult woman, a professor , was caught by her student doing... those things. Nasty things. With her student. If Oksana had turned to dean Martens, Eve would not have been at all surprised, but judging by the radio silence from the student and the fact that Eve had not yet been kicked out of the university it was clear that she did not want such a thing.

This fact should’ve been reassuring, but it did not make Eve’s inner sufferings any easier. Firstly, it was not clear how to continue working with Oksana on her essay. Eve was determined to help her with the publication and everything went to pieces, a disaster.

“Sorry, Eve, but you know the rules,” Jess, her colleague in the specialty, said tiredly into the phone. Jess was the first person to whom Eve decided to go for Oksana’s publication. “Publications for October release are already scheduled, there is simply no place for another one. Everything is planned for the next six months. I can save a place for her in January, but I need to be absolutely sure that your student will not disappear like she is now.”

“Yes– yes, of course, Jess. I'll think something out, just please, if anyone suddenly withdraws their publication or something and a place for her essay appears, please let me know. Everything turned out ugly now, I know, but I assure you that this work is worth publishing.”

“I really hope it is. Bye, Eve.”

Secondly, and Eve would never admit this to anyone in her right mind, she missed the sessions with Villanelle . She had the idea of ​​trying to contact her through The Twelve and bring her to a conversation there, but the girl’s reaction could be unpredictable, considering what a disaster their relationship had become in real life.

Sighing, Eve took a couple more bites of her favorite sandwich. We had to figure out what to do with Oksana , first. Of course, she is a teacher, she can always find ways to force the student to cooperate, but something deep inside her told, that Oksana would not be happy at all about this. She shared these concerns with Bill and Elena, who came up later.

“Why are you even babysitting with her? Look, here’s what you need to do,” Elena, sitting comfortably on a plastic chair, made a serious face. “You enter the auditorium for a lecture, say your hellos to your students and right from the beginning confidently say: Astankova, you must stay in the end of the class after the lecture.”

Eve raised her eyebrows.

“That's all? Just call her out in front of the other students?”

“That's all! Eve, for the love of god, it’s like this is your first year teaching. Haven't you had problematic students before? It's always like that with them. You need to show who is in charge here and then everything will be resolved quickly.”

“But she’s not a problematic one, Elena!” Eve groaned, dropping her head into her hands. “There's just– a little misunderstanding between us.”

“A little context about this whole situation wouldn’t hurt,” Bill chimed in, having been silent until now. He looked at Eve suspiciously. “Spill the beans, what did you do?”

“I didn't do shit, Bill.”

“Bullshit. If you had done nothing, this situation would not have happened. She was eye-fucking you in the pub and now she’s ignoring you for your sweet soul. Did you actually fuck her and not call back?”

“For Christ sake, can you be not so loud about fucking in public space?” Eve immediately shushed him, looking around cautiously. Fortunately, the cafeteria was quite noisy and none of the students or other teachers attached any importance to his remark. “I already told you all about this crap. Nobody eye-fucking no one here. She is my student .”

Bill just chuckled in disbelief. Elena looked at Eve with a knowing look.

“Put her in her place, Eve,” she repeated with emphasis, taking a sip of coffee. “Just trust me and do as I say. Otherwise, she will continue to run from you.”

I’ve already trusted you once. Now I’m in the deep shit and can’t get out of it, thought Eve but says nothing.

After another week of Oksana, once again, ignoring her messages, Eve gave up and did exactly as Elena said.

“Good morning class,” she greeted, throwing her bag onto the teacher’s seat. Putting on her glasses, she looked around the class and, catching her gaze on Oksana, looking boredly at the screen of her laptop, continued her speech. “Today we have a test on past topics. You can use your conspects, notes, anything that you learned in the last four weeks. But no internet, is that clear? Good. Oh, and Miss Astankova? You must stay after the test, we need to talk about your studies.”

Oksana didn’t even spare her a glance. The class began to whisper and Oksana’s constant neighbor - Kenny, elbowed her. Zero reaction.

This little fucker–

“Miss Astankova?” Eve repeated harder and louder and Oksana reluctantly turned her eyes to her. Indifference and detachment were visible in her hazel eyes. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes.”

Finally, a whole word!

“Nice. Then I’ll ask you to also collect the work of your classmates and leave them on my desk. Could you do that for me?”

Oksana didn’t answer anything out loud, just nodded briefly.

Huh. It wasn't that difficult. Looks like Elena was right, after all.

While the students were busy working on the test, Eve was enthusiastically working at her laptop on the plan for the next lecture, occasionally glancing at the students. Well – at Oksana, most of the time. The girl completed her test quite quickly and half of the time just lazily looked at the walls, at the ceiling, from time to time sighing heavily. Visibly bored as fuck.

What, you don’t like it when you get caught and can't escape? Nice . It will teach you how to ignore your fucking teacher.

At the end of the lesson, lost deeply in her work, Eve almost jumped in surprise when a hefty stack of paper with student tests landed on her desk in front of her. Looking up at Oksana, who casually propped up her desk with her hip, she involuntarily swallowed, frantically searching for words.

“Hi,” she blurted out, barely understanding whether it was correct or not to greet the person, after you just sit with them in one room for more than an hour.

Oksana nodded again briefly and looked away, watching as other students left the auditorium. Hugo and Kenny, who had lingered in the doorway, exchanged glances with her and Oksana contorted her face, as if in this way answering some question known only to them.

“Sit down,” said Eve, pointing to a chair when the last students left the room and the door slammed behind them. Either from stress or self-confidence, that raised in her after she managed to make Oksana listen to her for the first time, her voice was rougher and harsher than she would like and much softer she added. “Please.”

Rolling her eyes comically and exhaling a small “Okay,” Oksana walked around the desk and leisurely sat down on a chair next to Eve. She undid the single button on her blazer and sat comfortably in her chair, crossing her legs at ankles. Her hazel eyes stared expectantly at Eve.

Eve slowly took off her glasses, - from the corner of her eye she noticed that Oksana’s lips turned into pout again. What’s the thing with her and glasses ? - and then she finds a strength in her to talk.

“Look. I won’t be shitting around with what happened and all this bullshit, so let’s get straight, okay?” Oksana barely audibly snorted and Eve let out a soft sigh. “There are– many things that I have to say to you, Oksana. But I think that you have something to say to me too. Since it’s you, who is giving me the cold shoulder.”

She watched Oksana’s jaw clench, as if Eve actually stroked her nerve. Bullseye. She wanted to say something. Yet, here was a tiny-tiny problem–

“For the next– half of the hour,” muttered Eve, looking briefly at the clock on the wall. “You are not my student and I’am not your teacher. I am me , you are you , that simple. So you can say to me whatever you want. It stays between us and won't affect your studies.”

Oksana’s eyes still suspiciously squinted sparkle with interest. Curiosity, as if she was a cat watching its owner playing with the laser-toy. 

“Really?” she asked a little breathlessly. 

Her tone, husky and low, made a shiver run down Eve’s spine and she nodded.

“Yeah. Spit it out.”

Drumming her long fingers on the desk, Oksana briefly looked at the ceiling, thinking. Then, she let out a sigh and looked Eve in the eye.

“You know that I am Villanelle,” Oksana didn’t ask. She stated the fact.

Eve slowly nodded.

“Yes. I know.”

“When you found out, Talullah ?”

The way Oksana pronounced her fake name made Eve shift on her seat. Yet she managed to save her posture again.

“From the beginning,” muttered Eve, watching how Oksana’s eyes widened. “I– uh, look, on our first session I didn’t know who you were. Obviously . But when we talked in the auditorium after the lecture, when we actually met– Then , I recognized you.”

Eve noticed how long fingers that were drumming on the desk stopped and curled into a tight fist. Oksana hummed.

“How?”

“How what?”

Oksana let out a frustrated scoff.

“How did you recognize me?”

“Oh– um, it’s your voice, actually. Your manner of talking is different when– you know, when you Villanelle, but the voice is still the same. And you don’t hide your accent.”

“That’s it? Just my voice?” Oksana raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

Eve hesitated for a moment and Oksana noticed it right away.

“What else, Eve?”

“There– there was a phrase. You said something like I’know what I’m doing and it was exactly the same way you said it in the session before.”

Oksana clearly didn’t buy it.

“What else?”

Eve avert her eyes.

“Come on. You said it yourself, it’ll stay between you and me– ”

“Your hands.”

Oksana blink slowly.

“My hands?” she lowered her gaze on her own hands studying them with a narrow. “What is it about them?”

“They fucking hot, okay?” gave up Eve. One of her hands tangles in her curls as she sighs weakly. “You have those long, beautiful fingers. Like a fucking piano player.”

When Oksana didn’t answer, Eve slowly raised her eyes and looked at her student. The girl was looking at her palm, curling her fingers. Jesus fucking Christ. 

“Can you not? Please.”

Oksana let out a breathy laugh, but stopped. Her hands laid flat on the desk.

“So, Eve. I guess we have a problem here, no?” Oksana bowed her head, before standing up from her seat. She adjusted her blazer and walked in the circle around Eve’s desk. 

Eve let out a nervous squeal at the sudden change in Oksana’s dementor. Like by the snap, her voice became lower. More liquid. More seductive. More Villanelle .

“First time you didn’t know who I was. But after you– what, exactly? Decided that oh fuck it and just keep using my services?” 

Fuck yes, this is how it is. Right? Yes, Eve fought her own demons with one hand, while the other was too busy with her fucking herself senselles to Villanelle’s soft gasps and whimpers.

Meanwhile, Oksana still circles her like a shark.

“I bet it became even better for you, when you realized who I am. It’s really a wet dream of all pervy teachers, huh? To know that your hot student is a whore, to be able to use them without any consequences.” Eve noticed that Oksana sneaked a quick look at her with a devious smirk. “You wanted to fuck me so bad– ”

“Villanelle. I wanted to fuck Villanelle ,” Snapped Eve. She couldn’t see Oksana when the girl circled her again, but she felt her hands carefully laid on the back of her chair. “It’s– It’s not my fault that she’s you .”

She felt Oksana’s long fingers buried in her curls. Gently, almost shy. 

“Is it how it is?” muttered Vill– Oksana , as she slowly lowered her head. Cascade of blond hair fell around Eve and she quickly raised her head, meeting Oksana’s face upside down. “You want Villanelle , nothing more?”

Hazel eyes watched her face carefully. Fully alert. Eve felt fingers in her curls tighten, when she hesitated. She barely hides a pathetic moan with a humm.

“Yeah. Only Villanelle.” whispered Eve. Oksana just stared at her, just like that night in the pub’s bathroom. Suddenly, she smiled and Eve felt her fingers travel from her hair to cheek, caressing it softly. 

“That’s good to know, Eve.” Oksana’s thumb slowly brushed against her bottom lip and Eve, without thinking, licked it, making the girl gasp. “So, what about Oksana , then?”

“She is quite a talented student, whom I really want to help with publication. Nothing more.”

It looks like Eve’s answer satisfied Oksana enough. The girl slowly pulled away and let Eve turn around in the chair towards her. She looked Eve up and down for a long time, then admitted:

“I also enjoyed our sessions. Pretty much .”

Oh? 

Eve involuntarily licked her lips.

“Isn't it– uh– your job?”

Oksana rolled her eyes, annoyed.

“My job is to pretend that I’m feeling fucking awesome, that I’m getting turn on and cumming like a crazy for my clients, so they could jerk off to it,” Oksana furrowed her brows and again leaned her hips on the desk behind her. “Getting real pleasure from work is a really rare event. For me, at least. But I do felt good with you, Talullah .”

“Really?”

“On our first session, I came for the first time in at least six months,” Oksana shrugged and then grinned. “It was a good idea with the Bible fantasy. Smart.”

Eva blushed slightly and looked away.

“It was stupid. I set myself up, you would have guessed it without that message from The Twelve, sooner or later.” 

Oksana did not comment on that. Just looked at Eve with the same alert gaze. 

Suddenly, Eve felt a little bolder, maybe because of Oksana’s revelation about their sessions, maybe because of the not-teacher-student ground she declared for them, she didn’t know for sure. But still, she asked “So, do you want to– continue?”

Oksana’s eyes widen. Eve watched her slowly licking her lips, while the girl was clearly thinking, a little confused.

“You mean essay thing or– ”

“Both,” answers Eve quickly. 

She noticed this again. This glint in Oksana’s eyes, as if she was both surprised by Eve and deeply pleased. 

“You were honest with me, Eve,” muttered Oksana. Her hazel eyes never left Eve’s. “ at last . So I’ll repay you with honesty. See, I really would love to get on the list of applicants for a scholarship.”

Eve narrowed her eyebrows.

“I’m afraid I can’t help you with that, Oksana. Even if I could’ve, it could be seen as– ” 

“No-no-no,” Oksana quickly stopped her talking with a light shake of her head. “I won’t ask you for a favor like this. I would never. All I ask is to promise to me, that our– outdoor activities won’t affect my needs. We’ll do as we planned: we’ll work on publication together and when it’s all done and my chances for scholarship raise, I’ll do my best to squeeze into the list. All by myself.”

Huh. Now that sounds actually fair. All Oksana was asking is to not fuck things up and Eve, actually, wanted the same. In the end, the scariest thing(for now) already happened. They both knew about each other. Eve liked her sessions with Villanelle and it looks like Oksana is totally fine with that. Maybe it’s can actually work in the end–

Suddenly, Oksana’s face brightened with an idea “Oh, I think we’ll need some rules about it. Don’t you think?”

Well, now I don’t really like where this is going, thought Eve.

“If you say so,” she shrugged and then looked at her watch. Their thirty minutes of honesty almost ended and with them Oksana’s break between studies. “Look, I’m glad that we talked this out. I really am, but you need to go if you don’t want to get late. We can– uh, discuss the rules at our essay meeting. Same cafe that was last time, after your classes. Sound good?”

Quickly hopping off the desk, Oksana suddenly appears right before Eve. She watched the girl taking her hand in her own and bowing her head gracefully. The quick kiss that Oksana left on her skin felt hot and Eve actually blushed. Like a fucking highschool-girl before her crush, really.

“I’ll see you after classes, Eve” murmured Oksana with a wide smile, before leaving the auditorium in fast, almost childishly cheerful gait.

Eve just stayed in her place, sitting on her chair. Her fingers mindlessly circle barely visible traces of Oksana’s lipstick on the back of her hand.

“God, what have I gotten myself into?” she muttered weakly to herself.

Chapter Text

The Russian language is rich in curse words. Unlike English, in which everything is tied to a simple and succinct “fuck”, in Russian it would be possible to publish a full dictionary using only swear words, which, however, would only be replenished with new swear words from year to year. Oksana, however, was not a particular fan of her native swearing. Being a person who grew up in the village in the middle of nowhere, she was familiar with swear words from a very early age, like the lion's share of her compatriots.

Pizdets was the first such word that she managed to learn. Probably, she heard it from her father when he, watching the football match on TV, commented out loud on what was happening on the screen. Or on the street from some drunk old man. She couldn’t remember it clearly, to be honest. But little Oksana received quite a beating when she returned home one day and showed her father grades in her school diary. There also was a note from the teacher in red ink: Was caught swearing in front of her classmates .

“What a disappointment of a child. Only nine years old and already have a dirty mouth,” Anatoly scolded her as he checked her diary. He wrote his signature next to the note, ignoring her perfect grades(which about Oksana was pouting at him for the next couple of weeks), he looked up at his daughter with a stern look. “Where did you get it from?”

Oksana chose to remain silent about the fact that the word was probably heard from him. Her father was not the kind of parent who punished their children with violence, but she didn’t want to take risks and test Anatoly’s patience once again. After her mothers death, he wasn't the same kind, always smiling man.

Over time Oksana's vocabulary was replenished with new curse words. She heard them on the streets, from peers, from relatives and even on TV. So, after some time, Oksana learned that the word pizdets has a synonym - pizdos .

“You see, pizdets is when everything is bad,” a classmate explained to her in a loud whisper, while they were sitting in class. “And pizdos is when everything is super bad. Like, catastrophically .”

So, when Oksana out of reflex reach out for a phone after it’s blink with a notification, when she noticed that it was Eve’s phone with a fucking notification from The Twelve–

Pizdos.

She quickly stood up and hurried to run away, not knowing where, not seeing shit before her, with the only thought, - the only word , - spinning in her mind like a record.

Pizdos. Pizdos. Pizdos. Pizdos. Pizdospizdospizdospizdospizdospizdospizdospizdospizdos–

Oksana didn’t notice then how her legs by themselves took her to the door of the house in South Kensington. 

“Ah, Astankova. Good evening,” greeted her Carolyn Martens. She was wearing a plush robe and a towel on her head, which was wrapped in a turban. She looked more like a classic housewife than a university dean. “How can I help you?”

“Hello. I– uh, is Ken at home now?”

Luckily, Kenny indeed was here. Oksana politely refused Carolyn's offer to go into the house. On some instinctive level, the woman gave her goosebumps with her strange equanimity.

“Hey. Sorry, I was busy with a project for professor Pargrave. I hope you didn't wait long?” She looked up absently at Kenny, who came out to her about fifteen minutes later. Noticing her downtrodden appearance, he frowned. “Are you okay?”

Is she okay?

“Your mom creeps me out,” muttered Oksana, avoiding his question. She shot a quick look in the window, where Carolyn was sitting on the couch with the book and a glass of– water? She hoped that it was water. “Is she drinking vodka? From the glass?”

“Isn’t anyone drinking it from the glass?”

Ugh. Brits are fucking strange.

“She put ice in it and sipped it like a whiskey without a blink. Are you sure she is not a psychopath?”

“Oksana, for a love of– ”

“I mean, criminal psychology is our specialization and she definitely show’s some symptoms– ”

“Because she’s drinking vodka from the glass? Well, then you are a psychopath too then. You eat pizza with pineapple.”

“It’s tasty. And vodka is disgusting.”

“Will you, please, stop accusing my mom about being a psychopath and tell me what’s going on or can I go– ”

“Professor Polastri is my client,” Oksana blurted out.

For a split second, Kenny froze, processing what she just said. And then his eyes widened and his voice almost broke into falsetto.

“ WHAT?! ”

“Don't yell or your psychopathic mother will think that I'm killing you here.”

Kenny’s mouth opened and closed helplessly, like a fish. “ I– I mean what ? Are you sure? How is it even possible?”

Oksana let out a long sigh and punched the ground with her boot. “Fuck if I’d know. I guess teachers love to masturbate on webcam too.”

“It’s just– Strange, you know. I would never have thought that professor– that Eve could do such a thing.”

“Do what, exactly? Masturbate or use the webcam services?”

“Both.”

Oksana snorted. Sometimes Kenny’s innocence amuses her.

“Well, that’s a fact. She registered on The Twelve under the fake name and used my services at least three times. That’s only me, I don't know about the other models. The worst part– I think she knows. She knows that Villanelle is me.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Let’s just say there were some interesting strings that lead to this.”

“Which is?”

“Sweet Jesus, Ken, are you really want me to quote you things that we told to each other while mutually mastur– ”

“Fuck, no. No . Shut up, please. I don’t want to know.”

“Okay-okay, chill,” Oksana laughed at the way Kenny’s face screwed up in disgust. She lowered her gaze to the ground and let out a long, tired sigh. “This is so– Fuck. What should I do? I can’t just let it go, as if nothing happened? What if she actually knows? What if she told someone?”

Kenny narrowed his eyes “Like to whom?”

“I don’t know. Ms. Felton, professor Pargrave,” Oksana’s eyes quickly shifted back to the window. “Your mom.”

“If it makes it any better for you, my mom wouldn’t give a shit about it. I mean, if all this thing with your work on The Twelve became public, she would probably say Oh well, good for her and drop it.” answers Kenny, mimicking Carolyn’s voice perfectly, making Oksana snort.

“Yeah, unfortunately no, it doesn’t make it any better.”

They stood in comfortable silence for a while, watching through the window how Carolyn licked her finger and turned another page. 

“I don’t think that Eve would tell anybody about you,” Kenny finally tells her, after another minute of silence.

Oksana winced.

“You just told me that you never thought she could use a webcam. How you can be so sure she won’t fuck me over?”

“She won’t. She is– an non-ordinary woman. Not as she might look like. But she is not an asshole.”

Strangely, Oksana wanted to believe him.

That was weeks before. Now, after some time dodging Eve as much as she could, here Oksana was again. Sitting in the same cafe with Eve. She noticed that the woman was sneaking glances at her from time to time, but Oksana stoically ignored those glances, trying to focus on their work. Her fingers quickly typed on the keyboard, adding some new information which Eve gladly shared with her. Yet, Oksana felt distracted. And maybe, just maybe , a little horny. 

Her skin still tingles with adrenalin, after the talk they shared in the auditorium and her lips felt hot after the short kiss she managed to press to the back of Eve’s hand. She remembers Eve’s words, her revelation about wanting her. Well, about wanting Villanelle , but it still counts, no? It all made sense now. Eve’s glances, her strange behavior, her reaction to Oksana in the pub. The way her pupils widen when Oksana learns in above her, burying her fingers in those soft, gorgeous mane of dark curls. She looked so vulnerable, that all that Oksana wanted in this moment to tug at her hair a little harder, to learn in a little closer, so their breathing became one and–

Fuck, okay, she is horny.

She was so deep in her thoughts, that she didn’t notice Eve muttering something quietly to her.

“Can you repeat, please?” she asked a little shyly, watching Eve’s face expression changing from neutral to annoyed.

“I was asking,” Eve learned in closer to her a asks in a loud whisper. “about the rules. Is that why you are so distracted? Are you thinking about the rules?”

Oh. Yes. The rules, sure.

“Something like that, yes” Oksana carefully eyed her own phone and slowly moved it on the table closer to herself. They already had an unpleasant sneak peek on the others screen, it’ll be better to avoid new ones. “What about you? Did you come up with something?” 

When Eve looked at her with a clear question in her eyes, Oksana added “It’s gotta be a mutual thing. So, is there anything you want, Eve?”

She could see how the gears were turning in Eve's head, while the woman was thinking.

Finally, the woman whispers to her “Okay, uh… My first rule is to never ever talk about the things we do on sessions outside of them. And other way around, on sessions we won’t talk about our lives outside the sessions. It should be totally separated.”

Oksana’s eyebrows raised.

“Ah, like a Fight Club. Sure, we can do it.” Oksana opened a new document on her laptop and quickly typed out the first rule.

1. Don’t talk about Fuck Club.

Eve narrows her eyes at her choice of words.

“No. Nonono. Change it. It sounds like we are members of some kind of kinky party. And it doesn’t make sense at all, since we not– well– ”

“Since we are not fucking?” What a shame , thought Oksana, smirking at Eve’s yet again annoyed face. She looks adorable. “Okay, I can’t change it to Masturbate Club. It sounds too long and a little pathetic. As if we are two lonely people who are too desperate. Oh, I know!”

She quickly rewrite:

1. Don’t talk about Horny Club.

Looking with pride at her work, Villanelle turned her gaze to Eve, who’s face expression was somewhere between annoyance and horror. She watched the woman slowly, patiently sighing.

“Okay. Okay, yeah, this is better. I guess.” Muttered Eve weakly.

Nodding softly, Oksana quickly added the rule from herself. This one made Eve’s eyes narrow.

2. Identity must be secured.

“What does that mean? How can we secure ourselves more? I already have an account with a fake name, no?”

Oh, sweet summer child.

Oksana snicker “Well, yes. Account with a fake name, which tied to your phone and bank account on your real name. If someone checks this thing out or, worse, hack The Twelve’s system, anyone could know right away that this is you. High risks for reputation, Eve.”

Eve’s eyes widened. She noticeably tenses, clearly nervous “Really? Wha– what should I do then? Oh fuck, what if someone already know?”

“Eve. Chill . First things first, you need to delete Talullah’s account. The Twelve doesn’t have enough servers to archive all this shit, so probably it would be erased completely soon enough after you delete it. Second, you need to make a safe anonymous acc, where you could transit your money and make a clean phone number–”

“Jesus, it looks like we are some kind of spies or something. Can’t we just continue like this? As Talullah and Villanelle?”

Oksana shrugged her shoulders.

“If you are okay with knowing that your data would be on The Twelve’s servers - be my guest. But I would like to know, that if the truth about me leaked away and my reputation would be destroyed, at least the seduction of my teacher wouldn’t be one of my sins.”

Not again, anyway.

Eve remained silent for a while. Suddenly, Oksana’s mind brightened with an idea. A really bad idea.

“Or we could… you know… maybe , we could do it without The Twelve at all?”

Really really bad idea.

Eve’s brows narrow yet again. She adjusted her glasses and watched Oksana carefully. “Like… just having phone-sex on the video call? By ourselves?”

“Or on a regular call, yes.” Nodded Oksana, watching Eve’s reaction. Was it strange? That she wanted to dismiss the trading aspect from their– whatever it is?

“And… you’ll be okay with this?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Eve huffed.

“Because on The Twelve it’s your job. I paid you for those sessions.”

Oksana’s lips are barely noticeable jerks. “I’ve already told you, Eve. I liked what we were doing. So, it won’t be a problem for me at all.”

Eve studied her face carefully. As if trying to notice the catch in Oksana’s words. “Okay. That’s sounds more easily than fucking with bank account and other crap.”

Oksana let out a deep breath she didn’t even notice she holded.

3. No questions about the other lovers.

Another one was added by Eve. 

Oksana instantly pouted “What? At all? Damn it, and here I was, looking forward to learn all the dirty things about your lovers.”

“There weren't many of them anyway. I’ve been married for most of my sexual life.” muttered Eve and Oksana looked at her in pure shock.

“Really? No flings? No heated romances on the side?”

Eve scoffed “I’m not a cheater type, Oksana. My ex-husband wasn’t great in bed, but I was loyal and understanding.”

Until he wasn’t, wanted to tell her Oksana, but quickly bit her tongue down. She heard rumors about Eve’s fallen apart marriage and while they weren’t in touch, totally only for information, made some research on Niko Polastri. She couldn’t tell, what she was expected about Eve’s ex-husband, but then she saw the photo– Okay, what the fuck? Eve, gorgeous, smart and oh, so beautiful Eve, who could’ve had anyone , decided to marry this fudge with a mustache? More than that, this man finds the courage in him to cheat on this woman.

“So, not even a little chit-chat about Mr.Polastri as well?” innocently asked Oksana, carefully watching Eve’s reaction. 

The woman winced and shook her head “God, no. I divorced him two years ago and don’t want to even think about him or of his girlfriend.”

“Fair. Okay, we’ll write this down,” muttered Oksana. Her eyes glint with playfulness. “But tell me, are you not curious about mine lovers? At all?”

Eve’s face suddenly changed, as if she didn’t think this out. Still, she stubbornly shook her head. “No. I’m not interested in who you did or will fuck.”

Ah, but you are interested in this, thought Oksana with a crooked smile.

4. Personal meetings only in public.

“Why?” asked her Eve, right away. Oksana just gave her a meaningful look. Whatever the woman saw in her eyes, it wasn’t enough.

Which is why Oksana carefully learned closer to her and dropped her voice to the loud whisper.

“Eve, we are attached to each other, right?” She didn’t wait for an answer they both already knew and took Eve’s hand gently in her own. Her fingers played lazily with Eve’s. “So tell me, what would’ve happened if we knew about the mutuality of our attraction in the bathroom that night?”

When she looked Eve in the eyes, she saw this. The same look that was staring back at her in the mirror, this piercing gaze, full of passion, desire. Oksana noticed how those deep, brown eyes lowered its gaze to her lips and her mouth curled into another knowing smirk.

Eve gulps and whispers back “Yeah. We totally can’t be all alone with each other.”

Yes, it’s gonna work in the end. All they need is to follow those four simple rules. Oksana will make sure of this.

Well, five rules.

5. Do not fall in love.

The five one she typed out at home, staring at the screen of her laptop with a piercing gaze. Her phone blinks with a notification.

+44-xx-xxxx-xxxx:
Hey. It’s me.

Oksana:
Me who?

+44-xx-xxxx-xxxx:
Horny Club. I just bought a new sim.

Do you have some time before work?

Oksana finds herself smiling, as her hand lazily travels down her stomach, fingers played with the hem of her sweats.

Yeah, it will definitely work well.

Oksana:
For you? Always .

Chapter Text

“Are you close, Eve?” In response, all she could’ve done was a pathetic whimper. Her teeth sink into the pillowcase, as her hips thrusts wildly, grounding herself on the three fingers inside her. Her clit ached and throbbed with need and she grind against the mattress underneath, but it wasn't nearly enough. Villanelle laughed breathlessly and almost sang-song with teasing in her voice “I can’t hear you, Eve!”

Eve swallow and managed to mutter weakly “Yes– yes, I’m so fuck– close…” Her eyes yet again found the screen of her laptop, were Villanelle was fucking herself in deep, slow moves on the silicone cock. Eve licked her lips, watching how the cobalt colored length, shiny with traces of Villanelle’s juices, was thrusting in and out of the girl's cunt.

Villanelle let out a stifled groan and rolled her hips harder on the toy “Fuck! That’s good. I wish I could’ve seen you. What are you doing Eve? Describe for me.”

Eve let out another pathetic whine “I’m– fuck, I’m on my stomach,” she pressed her face into the pillow, feeling herself clenching around her sore fingers. “Three, shit– three fingers inside.”

When she looked at the screen again, she watched one of Villanelle’s hands moving slowly up her body, from the thigh to her breast, long fingers close around it, squeezing softly. She knew what she was doing. Villanelle knew pretty well that Eve imagined her own hand on this beautiful body instead. The thought made Eve’s cunt clench harder and she gasped. “Fuck, yes! Almost there, baby… almost, fuck– Villanelle !”

She saw how Villanelle’s teeth sank into her bottom lip, as the girl purred softly “Come for me, Eve.”

The waves of her orgasm, - the hardest she had for now, - were still tracing through her body, when Eve found a strength in her to pull off fingers from her cunt and slowly roll on her back. She took a deep breath with a dreamy smile on her face, listening to the uneven breathing in her ears. Villanelle came right after her, she heard her high pitch moan pretty well. Shame I couldn’t see her, thought Eve. Her face was pressed too deep into the pillow and her eyes were close too tight, that she still couldn’t see straight. The dark circles are still dancing before her eyes. The soft blink of her phone made her groan and she lazily reached out to grab it. Her eyebrows raise at the text message she gets.

Oksana:

Hey. Have you got the invitation to the Halloween party?

Eve let out a breathless laugh “Oh god, couldn’t you just ask me? We are literally on the call right now.”

Villanelle hummed and murmured in her ear “Rule number one, Eve. It’s Oksana asking.”

Oh, right. This rule.

“I mean, this one question doesn’t compromise either of us. So, it could be an exception” she dropped her phone on the sheets and rolled on her back, stretching with a soft grunt. “The answer is no, I don’t have a clue what you are talking about.”

Villanelle was quiet for a moment, clearly thinking. For a second, Eve thought that the girl would probably object to her, but she just let it slip, accepting Eve’s exception “My classmate Hugo is hosting a Halloween party. He’s inviting other students and teachers. Your colleagues, professor Pargrave and Ms.Felton are also invited.”

That picked Eve’s attention.

“Really? Wow, I thought the students won’t be happy with teachers at the parties. You know, since on those types of events definitely will be booze or drugs. Or both."

“Speaking from personal experience?” asked her Oksana curiously.

Eve huffed “I graduated in the USA. What are you thinking?”

“I’ve seen America only in movies, Eve. Is it a yes?”

“It’s a maybe .”

Oksana giggles “I see… so, are you coming? To the party, I mean?”

Eve shrugged her shoulders, but remembering that Oksana couldn’t see her muttered “I dunno. I mean, if there will be an invitation, then maybe.”

“Nice!” The joy and excitement in Oksana’s almost made her lips curl into a smile, but Eve quickly braced herself. “It’s going to be amazing!”

“You're acting like a child, do you know that?”

“Of course I am! It will be my first Halloween!” answers Oksana with the same excitement. “Do you know how we celebrated Halloween in my town?”

“How?”

“Nohow. We don’t celebrate it.”

“That’s… kind of sad,” muttered Eve. She wasn't a big fan of Halloween herself, probably because even if she was raised in the states, she still was a daughter of her strict korean parents. Her umma didn’t understand the idea of Halloween at all and appa, well… He was supportive about his daughter’s wish to integrate, but it wasn’t enough. So, she celebrated Halloween two, maybe three years in the row in her early teens and quickly gave up on this. Still, the thought of a kid who wanted to dress up and play trick or treat but couldn’t, somehow made her heart sting. Just a little.

“What costume you’ll be wearing?” asked her Oksana playfully.

Eve huffed “None.”

Oksana gasps “You’ll come naked ? Wow, kinky, Eve.”

This asshole.

“Of course I won’t be naked, you dick. I’ll be wearing just regular clothes.”

Oksana whined at her answer “But this is Halloween, Eve! You must dress up for the occasion!”

Eve rolled her eyes in annoyance “Okay-okay, just stop whining, you crybaby. I’ll think about it. What costume will you choose anyway?”

“I won’t tell you.” The answer made Eve flinch.

“Really? You want me to go to the costume party and you won’t tell me what you'll be dressed in?”

“Nope,” says Oksana with a glee in her voice.

“You are the worst. I hate you, I won’t come.”

“You just did a couple of minutes ago.”

Eve heard her laughing at her own joke and rolled her eyes, not even trying to suppress her own grin.

What a child, really.

The invitation was found in the Spam folder. Eve rolled her eyes at the colorful flayer which totally was made by Villanelle. The party was planned pretty fancy though.

“Hellraiser Marathon? At the party? Jesus, does Tiller have a fucking cinema in his house?”

“The boy's parents are pretty rich, so it could be possible” muttered Bill while carefully stitching a patch to the costume on his knees. He carefully watched his work and swears “Bloody hell, I fucked it up. I sewed the patch crookedly.”

Eve smiled at him lightly “It’s fine, Bill. It’s a Halloween costume, not a dress for a fancy date.”

Bill shushed her.

“Silence, darling. It’s your costume, so I’ll do anything to make you look gorgeous. Now, where were my scissors…”

Eve gladly reaches out to the coffee table and passes her friend the scissors. Learning on the armchair, she watched him working on the stitches. “You're still good at this, though.”

Bill snorted “Of course I’am. I still go trick or treat every year.”

“Well, you have company now,” She shifted her gaze to Aya, who’s been watching some show for kids on the TV. The girl's deep brown eyes were glued to the screen, while her tiny fingers were clawed in the plush bear. “Damn, she grows fast, isn’t she?”

“I mean, she is almost three years old. Still don’t talk shit, though. Keiko wants to take her to the child psychologist.”

Eve winces at his words “Is it necessary? She’ll talk when she is ready.”

Bill hummed in agreement “That’s what I told her. Still, maybe we should. Who knows, maybe she do have some troubles and we don’t even know.”

Aya suddenly perked and turned her head towards her father. Eve giggles at the curious expression on the small baby face and reaches out to poke the girl on the nose “Don’t listen to him, Aya. You are fine.” The girl, as if understanding her words, turns her attention back to TV. “See? She understands everything pretty well.”

“Ah, she just loves my voice. Here,” Bill stood up and watched the costume in his hands. “Yup, much better. Do you need a plush cat for your character? I think I bought for Aya orange one not that long ago.”

“Uh, no. That would be too much. But thank you, really. You are my savior.”

“Anytime, hon,” says Bill, carefully closing the little box with his sewing supplies. “So… you're going to the party with Astankova, huh?”

Took him long enough.

Eve just shrugs “I'm going to the party and she’ll be there as well. Elena will be there too. And plenty of our students.”

It’s not a date, she wanted to add, but said instead “It’s a shame that you won’t be here. Sure you don’t want to hang out?”

“It’s not about what I want. This party started pretty late and I’m not that young to be awake all night,” He carefully took his daughter in his arms and placed a soft kiss on her head. “Besides, this little gremlin would miss me too much.”

“Right. As if she isn’t tired with you at all,” Eve just rolled her eyes, putting the costume in her bag and giving him a hug before leaving. “Tell Keiko I said hi, okay?”

The week before Halloween went quickly. Eve already had her costume, thanks to Bill’s kind hands, so one problem was sold. The other one, well…

“Who is texting you all the time?” asked Elena, who was busy with her makeup. Eve noticed in the mirror reflection how her eyebrows teasingly raise. “Did you get laid, at last?”

“Nope. It’s just– you know, about work stuff,” quickly lied Eve. Her phone blinked with another new message and Elena just snorted at her.

Eve:

Can you stop? Just because of your spamming I won’t tell you what my costume is.

V:
But Eveeeeee

I wanna know! Pretty please?

Eve:

No. I told you before, I’ll tell you only if you tell me what your costume will be.

V:

>:(

You’re no fun.

Eve:
Not my problem. Now shush. Elena is here and she begins to suspect things.

V:

Like what?

Eve:

Like I have a secret lover. So stop texting.

V:

Well, she isn’t wrong. You kind of have a secret lover.

Eve winced at her answer, trying to ignore the warmth that began to grow in her chest. A lover, huh.

Eve:

I’m not. We didn't even kiss at least once, let alone banging. I mean irl.

“Can you help me with this?” She looked up from her phone, noticing Elena waiting for her. She removed her phone and helped her zip up her dress. “Thanks, mate. You can return to your not-date now.” She chose to ignore Elena’s comment. When she saw Oksana’s answer, her lips parted in disbelief.

V:

Would you like to change it?

Eve bit her lip, thinking carefully about an answer. She would lie, if she said that the offer didn't tempt her. Their sessions with Villanelle became a pretty nice routine and she did think, much more than once, how it would be, if they had a real thing. But here’s the problem. Villanelle is still Oksana and she is still her student .

Eve:

Didn’t we write the fourth rule to avoid it?

V:

We did.

Doesn’t mean we can’t make an exception. Like the one we did last week.

Eve wanted to disagree with her. The exception with their first rule was pretty harmless, but this? This could change everything and not in a good way. Yet, Oksana, as if sensing her hesitating(through the fucking text chat), desided to back off.

V:

Relax, Eve. I’m just thinking out loud because I’m bored. 

And horny.

Eve glanced briefly at Elena and typed quickly.

Eve:

Yeah? How much?

V:

(image attached)

See for yourself ;)

Her heart missed a beat when she tapped at the attached photo. It wasn’t a nude photo, without knowing the context, you couldn’t tell, what’s it even about. Just a photo of Villanelle’s hand, but her fingers… her fingers were wet and shiny with slick. She began to type an answer, but their Uber just arrived. Along with Elena, she went down without hurry and got into the car. Watching her from the corner of her eye, Elena narrowed her eyebrows, when she noticed that Eve yet again was looking at her phone “Any chances that you’ll drop your phone for at least a minute?”

“Sorry. We are trying to figure something out here.” She muttered weakly, sending Villanelle a simple Wow in return.

Elena hummed “So, who are we ?”

A lie-but-not-completely slip with ease from her tongue “Oksana and I can’t get an agreement on the schedule for the next week. She can't find time because of work.”

“She is working? Where?”

Another easy lie “Don’t know. We didn’t discuss it much. Something on freelance.”

“If it’s freelance then she shouldn’t have such a problem, no?”

Shit.

Eve looked up at her friend and shrugged with a stony face. “She probably has a deadline soon.” Her eyes return to the phone.

Eve:

Wow.

V:

That’s it? Just a wow?

Come one, you can do better than this.

Helloooo

Are you here?

Eeeeeve

Are you masturbating? Without me? That’s rude.

Eve

Eve

Evvvvvvve

Eve:

I was getting in the car, you dick. You really should work on your patience. And my “wow” was fine, thank you. Your ego is already big enough, why should I stroke it even more?

V:

Fine. I was thinking of sending you something more spicy, but since you are so rude to me…

What a dick, honestly.

Eve:

Fine. 

Oh my God, you’re so wet for me, baby.

Happy?

V:

Not gonna work now, the moment is ruined.

So no photo for you.

Eve let out a frustrated groan. Elena turns to her immediately, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, just give me a sec,” muttered Eve without looking at her, typing an answer for Villanelle.

Eve:

If I’ll give you a hint what my costume is, will you send me a new pic?

V:

Depends on how helpful this hint will be.

Eve:

You can ask me three questions about my costume. Sounds good?

V:

Hmmm, yeah. I think I can work with that.

Does your costume have a mask?

Eve:

No.

V:

Okay. So not a slasher killer and probably not a superhero. But I’ll ask anyway: is it a comic book character?

Eve:

Not originally, but they were in a comic series. I think. Shit, I'm not sure.

V:

Shit. Fine. 

Is this character hot?

Eve:

Really? This is your last question?

V:

Well, this is useless anyway, there is no way I’ll guess who it is. At least I’ll know that they are sexy.

Eve:
Okay. I think yes, she is pretty hot.

V:
So it’s she then. Thank you for a free hint Eve, you are the best.

I need to go, though. I’ll send you a photo after the party. Bye <3

Eve:

What the fuck?

Villanelle?

God, I hate you.

“This girl must be a pain in the ass,” says Elena with a smirk, watching how Eve with frustration dropped her phone in the bag.

“You have no idea.”

Chapter Text

When they arrived, Eve was convinced that Bill was right. Hugo's parents were definitely rich as fuck. It was noticeable even at the entrance of the building, which was difficult to call a house. It was a whole mansion, deep outside of the city, with a large surrounding area.

“Bloody hell. The boy indeed lives in grand style,” Elena commented, following her out of the car.

“He is. I bet payment for caring for the bushes around here costs more than my entire house,” muttered Eve in agreement.

Inside the house seems even larger than outside. The oak-paneled hall was spacious, but already quite crowded. Eve spotted at least ten people, and judging by the shouts coming from the living room and the kitchen, there were many more in the house. She even managed to recognize some of the faces as her own students.

“Well, hello there,” the host of the party was dressed in a recognizable striped sweater and a hat, his face was covered in makeup that made it look like burned skin. He waved his gloved hand with blades on his fingers in a friendly manner. “Ladies, it’s an honor to have you here. When professor Pargrave declined my invitation I was afraid that you won't come as well.”

Eve reachout for a handshake “It’s nice to see you too, Hugo,” she winced in confusion, when the student instead of shaking took her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “Uh– thank you?”

“My pleasure, Eve,” when he reached for Elena’s hand, the woman quickly took a step back.

“Nuh-huh, boy. Those charms won’t work on me. Now, where can I find myself a drink?”

“In the kitchen, it’s on the right,” they heard a voice from behind, making both Eve and Elena jump in surprise.

“Jesus Christ! Don’t sneak on people like that. Especially not while you dressed like this,” shout out Elena punching the man that approached them. He was dressed in the same jumpsuit as Eve, but his color was closer to navy blue. Black holes instead of eyes were the only contrast spots on the pale face of the mask.

“I’m sorry, miss Felton,” the man mumbled and carefully took off his Michael Myerses mask, revealing a kind face and soft curls of brown hair. “I didn’t mean to scare you,” He turned his attention to Eve. “Hi Eve. Glad you came.”

“Hello to you too, Kenny,” Eve glasses between the boys with a narrow. “So… the classics, huh? I guess the third one is your Jason?”

Their reaction wasn’t helpful. Hugo just smirks and Kenny, averting his gaze, begins to spin the fake knife in his hands nervously. Eve slowly raises her eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

Biting his lip, Hugo shook his head “Not Jason, no.”

Elena was giving them confused looks “Um, some context, please? What are you talking about?”

“The third one is Oksana,” muttered Kenny. His gaze was still directed somewhere off to the side.

Following his gaze, Eve saw nothing out of the ordinary, just people in their costumes laughing loudly among themselves, but the guess sent shivers down her spine. “Is she there?” she asked, trying to spot a familiar face among the unmasked ones.

“Not anymore,” Kenny answered shortly. He blinked, then looked at Elena. “Oh. Drinks, right. Should I take you to the kitchen?”

“Yes, please,” Elena answered him with a smile, snaking her arm around his elbow. She gave Eve a short, serious look, silently demanding an explanation later.

Left alone with Hugo, as much as it was possible in a crowded room, Eve took a deep breath.

“So, can you give me any hints?”

Hugo raised his eyebrows with the same smirk “Where's the benefit for me?”

“It’s a no?”

“It’s a trade. What can you offer me for the information?”

Eve rolled her eyes at his tone “Damn it, what do you want?”

Hugo chewed his lip, thinking “I don’t know… would it be bad if I ask for a kiss?”

She snorted at him “Yeah, no. Not gonna happen.”

“A little one? On the cheek?”

“No.”

He narrowed his eyebrows playfully “You making it really hard to trade you know? Okay… a week off from classes?”

“A day.”

“Three days.”

“One day. In any week you’ll want.”

Hugo raised his hands, giving up “Okay, fine. One day, one hint.” Eve’s attention perks up, when he lowers his face to her ear, whispering “It’s not Jason, but it is a classic killer.”

When he pulled away, she blink slowly and narrow at him “That’s it? A classic killer, which one?”

Hugo just shrugged his shoulders and took a sip from his glass “It’s for you to find out,” he licked his lips and gave her a strange look. “Be careful. You’re in her taste.”

Her heart skipped a beat “Explain?”

He nodded at her costume “Your choice of character. She’s in love with Ellen Ripley.”

It was annoying. Eve let out a sigh and looked at her phone again. Still no messages from Oksana. She was sitting among the other guests in the basement that was made into the private cinema. When Hugo invited his guests to watch the horror movies, she expected that it will be in the living room, but as it turned out, her indeed had a fucking cinema in his house. Rich people are strange, she thinks, bringing a cup to her lips, which was empty. Fucking great. She looked around. In the dark room, all the faces(and masks) were glued to the large screen before them. People were comfortably sitting on their sites, some of them took their places right on the floor, which was covered with a soft carpet. Careful to not disturbed anyone, Eve rises from her seat and sneaks out from the room, walking up the stairs. In the kitchen, she quickly made herself Gin Tonic and threw a couple of ice cubes into the glass. When the cold drink runs down her throat, Eve almost moans. God, she was thirsty after that stuffy basement filled with people. Her phone suddenly rings. She narrows as she sees the unknown number, but decides to answer anyway.

“Hello?”

The voice from the speaker, unnaturally creaky, clearly altered by some app, laughs “Hi, Eve. Enjoying your night?”

Eve snorted at the question, taking another sip from her glass “Pretty much. Who am I talking to?”

The voice mocking her “Didn’t you recognize me? I feel offended, honestly.”

“Cut the shit. Is it you Bill?”

“I’m not Bill,” the voice pouted at her. The person on the other end asks her coyly, “What is your favorite horror movie?”

Oooh, this is what it is about. Just another prank from someone who watched too many movies.

“Twilight” answers Eve totally deadpan.

“It’s not a horror movie.”

“It is when you are not into vampires, romance or romance with vampires.”

The voice laughed at her comment “Ah, I see. Well then, I wanted to ask you some questions, to make a little quiz  game. Thought to go easy on you with your favorite horror movie.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” hummed Eve. She slowly made her way out from the kitchen, walking to the main doors of the house. She looked briefly out the window. The territory next to the house was empty. Just bushes and trees, illuminated by the light of the lanterns. “How’s your night, Bill? This boring, since you decided to prank me?”

“I’m not Bill,” repeated the voice. Eve snorted again. Yeah, sure. “Okay then, let’s get started with the Alien. Since you decided to dress as Ripley, I guess you’ve seen it.”

Jesus. Bill is really boring.

“Shoot then.”

The voice muttered the first question in her ear, “In the first movie, the crew of the Nostromo landed on the planet. What was it called?”

“Pff, that's easy. LV-426,” Eve took another sip and turned her back to the window, walking slowly into the empty living room. She sat on the large couch, tucking her legs underneath her. “You should be harder than this.”

“Careful, Eve. Don’t let yourself be too cocky. Or you might lose,” the voice’s warning made her shackle.

“And what if I’ll lose?”

“I’ll cut you open like a fish,” says the person on the other end. Eve felt, how her skin tingled, a shiver ran down her spine. She froze, while the voice added in the cheerful tone “But I’m sure you’ll win. Besides, it'll be a shame to kill you. You look so pretty in this costume, sitting on the couch with a glass in your hand. Is it gin tonic?”

What. The. Fuck.

She gulped, hating how weak her voice became “You’re not Bill?”

“I’m not fucking Bill, Eve. I’ve told you that twice before.”

Eve let out a humorless, nervous laugh, looking around. Whoever it was, they definitely can see her. Her gaze switched to the only exit, the arc to the hall, thinking if she could make it fast enough to run out of the room and down the stairs into the basement. Where she won’t be alone. Or, maybe she could run back into the kitchen and grab a knife. Looks like the person could see her panic as well, since as if reading her mind, they warned her again. 

“Don’t do anything stupid, Eve. Come one, four more questions and you're free to go.”

What a fucking relief.

“Promise?”

“Promise,” assured her the voice.

“Fine. Ask your fucking questions.”

“Nice. Your second question is about the monster itself. The crew couldn’t kill it on the Nostromo, even if they had weapons. It was dangerous, because… ?”

“Because of its blood. Xenomorph had acidic blood. It could damage the ship's hull.”

“Correct. See? You are doing great, you answered two, three to go. Third question is a little harder. Where are the xenomorph eggs coming from?”

Really?

“From the Queen? An alien queen lays eggs?”

“Are you telling or asking?”

God, what a prick.

“I’m telling.”

“Wrong answer.”

Eve suddenly felt cold, “What do you mean? It was in the fucking movie!”

“In the Aliens , yes. But we are talking about the Alien . First movie canon only. So, would you like to try again?”

Eve bites her lip. She remembers that she saw something about it, not so long ago. A deleted scene from the movie, with the captain of the ship. “Uh– from the… from the people? They make their eggs using people for this?”

“Correct. But don’t think I’ll be this understanding again. If you'll make a mistake, that's it. So, the next one is about the creators. Ridley Scott shooted the movie, O'Bannon wrote the script, but who was the design creator of the xenomorph?”

“Giger. Hans Giger,” quickly answers Eve. Never in her life has she been this grateful to Bill, who once dragged her to the artist’s exhibition.

The voice whistle, impressed. “Not bad. Didn’t see you as a person who’d be interested in creating stuff,” Eve wasn’t. Not at all. “Okay, we are at the finish line. Are you ready?”

“Fuck no. But you’ll ask anyway.”

The voice agreed “True. Final question. How was Lambert killed?”

And suddenly, Eve was stunned. Because she’s seen a movie more than once. God, she rewatched it literally a month ago with Bill and Elena. But she didn’t remember. There was… a tail… a scream…

“Eve?”

“It wasn’t– It wasn’t shown in the movie. She died off screen.”

“I know,” the voice agreed with her. “But we had a fat hint in it, you don’t need to be a detective to put two plus two. So, how did she die, Eve?”

A tail. A scream. Lot’s of screams. Strange, but terrifying noises.

“Should I put you on a timer?” muttered the voice. “Ten… nine… eight…”

“It cut her open.”

The voice stopped counting. There was a heavy silence and Eve continued.

“That’s it? It moved its tail between her legs and cut her open from the groin to the throat?”

“It’s a very, very cool idea for killing the character, Eve,” answered the voice with a hint of awe. “But no. It’s not how she died.”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

“I’m very sorry, Eve. You’ve lost.”

On wobbly legs, Eve jumped up from the couch and ran out of the living room towards the hall. A figure in a dark robe and a ghostly mask emerged from around the corner, right at her. The masked man raised his hand with a knife, and before he could do anything, Eve felt her body pierce with adrenaline. Without a shadow of a doubt, her hand clenched into a fist and she struck. After her fist met the white mask, two things happened. Her wrist was pierced by the pain from the blow, and the figure, weakly staggering, dropped the knife, and fell to his knees with a groan. Gloved hands flew up to his masked face.

“Yebaniy rot! Blyat’!” the figure howled in a feminine voice that Eve knew well.

Oksana. She hit Oksana. Right in the face.

“Oh my god… oh my god, oh my god,” Eve quickly crouched down in front of her and gently pulled her hands away from her masked face. Pulling the mask off, Eve was met with teary hazel eyes. Oksana’s face was a little red and sweaty, probably because she was wearing the costume for a while. The trail of blood was leaking slowly from her right nostril “Jesus Christ, it’s bleeding.”

Oksana hissed through her teeth when Eve reached out and touched the bridge of her nose “Don’t flatter yourself, you didn’t break it. Oh fuck it hurts.”

Eve just scoffed at her “Yeah? Well, now you’ll think before creeping people out,” her voice softened, when she noticed the girl rapidly blinking, wincing in pain. “Hey, let’s sit you down on the couch. I’ll bring you a drink.”

After she helped Oksana stand up and walked her to the couch, where she was seated earlier, Eve quickly brought her a glass of water from the kitchen. Oksana killed it with three loud gulps.

“Are you okay?” she asked gently. A bruise began to slowly appear on Oksana’s face, but the girl just shrugged her shoulders.

“I’m fine.”

“That’s good,” hummed Eve and suddenly slapped her on the shoulder. Oksana shouted in surprise, hazel eyes narrow at Eve annoyingly. “That was for your stupid little prank, asshole. You almost gave me a heart attack.”

Oksana opened her mouth to say something, but Eve quickly cut her out. “Nope. Uh-huh. Shush. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“But Eve! It was so, so funny. Like you wouldn’t believe it,” Oksana sat back and stared at Eve with sparkling eyes. "Scaring people is so fucking fun. When we went trick or treating with Hugo and Kenny, we even made some kid cry!” Eve was about to say that it’s not something she should be feeling proud about, but hey, she wasn’t a child person either. “And I always wanted to fuck around a little in ghostface persona.”

Eve giggled at her expression, poking at Oksana’s cheek “God, you really are like a kid with all this Halloween stuff. Manage to charm some folks to give you candies?”

With sparkling eyes, Oksana quickly shoved her hand into the wide sleeve of her robe and pulled out a handful of candies in colorful wrappers. Eve barks with a laugh. “Oh my god. You carried your treats in your sleeves ? Are you for real?”

“What? It’s pretty handy,” Oksana dropped the candies on the coffee table. She took one and after removing the wrapper, put it in her mouth. She hummed. “This one is good, tastes like cola. You should try.”

“Since you're treating,” smiled at her Eve, taking a candy. It was indeed tasty.

The rest of the night passed quickly. They sat and chatted with Oksana until the first movie ended and the rest of the guests went up to the main floor to rest. Most of them went home without waiting for the second movie.

“Such a pussies. Can’t even handle the first part of Hellraiser,” Hugo complained, falling onto the couch next to Oksana. Popping a candy into his mouth, he frowned, noticing a bruise on her face. “What happened to your face?”

“Walked into the doorframe. What happened to yours?” Oksana answered casually.

They watched the second movie together. Going down to the basement, Eve frowned, noticing that Oksana had taken up most of the couch. When asked her to move, the girl only rolled her eyes and pulled her legs up, giving Eve more space, but by the middle of the movie they were resting comfortably on Eve’s lap. Sometimes Eve caught Elena's suspicious gaze and immediately removed her hands, which were resting on Oksana's ankles.

Somewhere in between the third and fourth movie, she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder.

“Eve,” murmured a soft voice. She opened her eyes and noticed Oksana’s wide eyes looking at her with a frown. “Hey, are you sleeping? Do you want to go home, maybe?”

Rubbing her eyes, Eve looked around. The only people left in the basement were the two of them, Elena and Kenny, who to her surprise were dozing off on the couch next to them, cuddling. Noticing what had caught her attention, Oksana giggled. “They passed out about an hour ago. I never would have guessed that miss Felton snored.”

“You have no idea,” murmured Eve and reached out for her phone. She let out a sigh when noticed that it was still too early to ride the train. She considered ordering an Uber, but Oksana quickly talked her out of it.

“I haven’t been drinking tonight anyway,” she answered with a grin at the silent question in Eve’s eyes. “Besides, I need to make up for the prank I pulled on you somehow.”

Most of the ride Eve tried to get back to sleeping, but with Oksana’s drivestyle it wasn’t possible. The girl was driving as if they were running for their lives. Never in her life Eve was so happy to have a strong stomach. When they arrived, Villanelle got out of the car with her and walked her to the door. Her face was a little tired and the bruise on her nose became darker. Her hazel eyes, bright and alive, were glued to Eve’s, when the woman turned to her to say goodbye.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Looking at me like that, asshole.”

“I can’t. It’s not my fault that you look gorgeous.”

Remembering Hugo’s words, Eve scoffed. “Because you have a crush on Ripley?”

Oksana slowly shook her head “No. Because it’s you,” her lips curl into a smile, “I’m grateful for this night, Eve. It was fun to spend Halloween with you.”

Her heart swells with the warm feeling and Eve avert her eyes, the words slip from her tongue without thinking, “You acting as if we were on date.”

“What if Villanelle saw it as a date?” muttered Oksana. Her hands, still covered with the gloves, find their way on Eve’s hips. Fingers sink into the fabric of her jumpsuit.

Raising her gaze, Eve noticed the sparkle in hazel eyes. The dangerous sparkle that made her knees buckle. She watched Oksana’s eyes switch to her lips when she licked them.

Kiss me. Just fucking kiss me.

Her own hands moved to lay on Oksana’s shoulders, “I think Villanelle is just bored. And horny.”

Oksana let out a breathy laugh. Her fingers tighten their grip on her hips and she learns in, grazing her bruised nose against Eve’s, “Aren't you too, Eve?”

She didn’t kiss her. Just stays here, face to face, burning Eve’s mouth with her breathing. That’s when Eve remembered the fourth rule, the rule that says to not be alone together. That’s when Eve says mentally Fuck it .

Her lips blindly find Villanelle’s and Eve moan at the feeling. She felt Villanelle’s shoulders go stiff under her palms and she tried to pull away, to apologize for misunderstanding, because she thought Villanelle wants this too, and–

Her back hits against the door behind her, when Villanelle suddenly rushes forward, kissing her back eagerly. And in this moment, sleep was the last thing she needed, because now Eve was wide awake. Their teeths knocked when they both tried to deepen the kiss at the same time. Villanelle laughed, Eve let out an annoyed sigh. Their lips meet again and when Villanelle’s tongue slips in her mouth, Eve gasps, feeling the thigh pressing between her legs. Villanelle kisses her as if her life depends on it, hotly and passionately, curling her tongue with Eve’s in some kind of mad tango. Her hips pressed forward, thigh that was pressed against Eve’s embarrassingly wet cunt grind against her hard. Finally, Eve found a strength in her to pull away first, her eyes were switching between Villanelle’s lips, wet and swollen from the kiss and those wide eyes, dark with need, with hunger.

And yet again, Eve asks without thinking “Do you want to have sex?”

Chapter Text

Never in her life Eve had felt so thrilling. It was as if every cell in her body was vibrating, sending goosebumps on her skin, shivering down her spine, which ended with the hot, tight feeling in her groin. She whimpered pathetically against Villanelle’s mouth, when her calves kicked against the couch behind her and she fell on her back, tugging the girl with her. Villanelle groans herself, landing on top of Eve a little awkwardly, but quickly adjusts herself, pushing her thigh between the other woman’s legs. When her mouth finally left Eve’s and wet lips lowered to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down her throat, Eve bit her lip, her fingers pressed hard into the cloth of the dark robe the girl was still wearing.

“Off. Take it off,” muttered Eve in a husk whisper, tugging at Villanelle’s robe, but the girl just laughed at her.

“Later,” whispers Villanelle back, biting gently right under Eve’s pulse point. Her gloved hands blindly found the buttons of the other woman’s jumpsuit and with experienced fingers she began to undo them, one by one. “Fuck, you looked so good in this costume on the party, I couldn’t took my eyes of you all night.” 

Eve let out a breathless chuckle “Huh, are you really?”

Villanelle hummed in agreement “Mhm. I mean, Ellen Ripley? Fuck, you dressed up like the most badass and hot woman. How could I not?” She carefully tugged the upper half of the jumpsuit off of Eve and hiked the gray t-shirt she found underneath up. Her lips pressed to the other woman’s sternum firmly. “It’s like having sex with your first crush.”

Eve bit her lip, arching her back and eagerly pulling her shirt off. It was hard to see Villanelle's face in the darkness of the room, but Eve could have sworn she saw the girl's eyes flash dangerously as she unhooked her bra, sending it along with the shirt to the floor. Her piercing gaze made Eve shrug, her hands began to move, to hide her naked form. She felt a pang of embarrassment. After all, she wasn’t a young woman anymore. She was much older, her skin wasn’t all flawless and perfect, but it looks like Villanelle didn’t care about this at all. The girl catches her hands in her own, tugging them to her lips, kissing Eve’s knuckles. This gentle gesture made her heart skip a beat.

“Don’t do this, please. You’ve seen my body many times, I want to see yours too,” whispers Villanelle hotly against her skin. She dropped Eve’s hands and lowered her head, the tip of her nose drawing a line down the other woman’s chest. Warm lips circle the nipple that quickly gets hard. Her tongue gave it a quick lick before she took it in her mouth and sucked softly. A muted gasp rolled out of Eve’s mouth, her hand finding its way in the soft, blond locks, tugging at them, making Villanelle groan against her breast.

“Fuck, this is good. Keep going,” breathlessly muttered Eve. Her hips trembled and pushed against Villanelle’s thigh and the girl hummed lowly, sucking harder. “Ah! God, please… Villanelle… ”

The girl nipped at the soft peak, her fingers reaching out to pinch slightly at the other “Please what , Eve?”

“Touch me, asshole.”

A giggle “I am touching you.”

Eve let out a frustrated groan which quickly turned into a whimper, when those long fingers twisted her nipple, “Fuck! Damn it, stop teasing me, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”

The girl did not answer, not with words anyway. Eve looked down at her, watching Villanelle moving on from her now sensitive breasts to her stomach. The girl's  gloved hands pressed firmly into her ribcage, fingers spread over the flushed, warm skin as her mouth traveled lower and lower down Eve's abdomen.

Villanelle’s lips circle her navel lightly and Eve arches her back at the tickle feeling, suppressing a giggle. She felt the tips of her fingers sliding lower, pressing into her hip bones, just above the line of her jumpsuit pants.

“Can I take those off?” asked Villanelle in a low whisper, her accent gets thicker. Her hazel eyes looked at Eve with a dark, hungry gaze.

And honestly, how could’ve she said no to her? Maybe, just maybe, if Eve wasn’t so turned on, she'd have had a chance to think straight, to cut this off before their move too far.

Maybe she could. But she didn’t.

“Yes,” Eve let the word slip out breathlessly, shifting her hips up off the couch, allowing Villanelle to undo the buttons along with the zipper and pull her trousers, - and her knickers, - down. She felt the cold air and Villanelle's warm hand as the girl ran her fingers softly against Eve's inner thigh.

Villanelle just stared at her, letting now both of her palms lay on the woman’s thighs, tracing the hot, tender skin with her fingers. And then again, Eve felt a twinge of insecurity. Damn it, if she knew she’d get laid tonight, she’d at least shaved. She’d wear a nicer underwear, she’d–

Suddenly, all the thoughts left her mind, when Villanelle lowered her head and ran a broad line at the apex of her thighs with her tongue.

“A–ah! Fuck,” the hushed word stumbled quickly past her lips and came out in a whimper. Her head fell back on the couch and her hand reached above her head, fingers clutched at the cushions, grasping for purchase. Villanelle’s tongue flicked against her again and she bit back a moan.

Villanelle just smiled, pressing her nose into the soft curls. Her tongue probed between Eve’s folds, tasting, and moved higher to circle her clit lightly, before sucking on the tight bundle of nerves. She hummed against the woman’s now drenched core, “God, you taste even better than I’ve imagined.”

Eve’s response came out in a strangled noise from the back of her throat, her body twitching under Villanelle’s with each suck and lick of her tender flesh. Her entire universe was shrinking down to a point, like a black hole where Villanelle’s mouth was. She tried to gather the last brain cells she had left in her to speak, but all that came out was a shaky plea, “More… Fuck, Villanelle, please– ”

Her fingers lace into Villanelle’s hair again and the girl groan at the touch. The vibration from her mouth made the woman shudder, her thigh raised on its own and Villanelle quickly catched it, placing it on her shoulder. Her mouth left Eve’s pussy just for a second to whisper “So good. I could’ve eaten you out all night and it wouldn’t be enough. Not even close.”

“Please,” Eve managed to choke out again. “Please, just don’t stop, don’t stop, please– ” she was babbling now, begging for more. It was almost embarrassing in any other circumstances what a mess Villanelle’s mouth was turning her into, but all she could think about was the hot, slick sensation of the girl’s tongue sliding against her folds again. The whole fucking world could’ve crumbled around them, but as long as Villanelle’s mouth stayed on her, Eve wouldn’t give a shit. She felt her walls clumping around nothing. “In– inside. Fuck, I need you inside, please– ”

When Villanelle’s mouth left her throbbing with need cunt, she managed to look down at the girl, who was staring back without blinking. She watched Villanelle’s hand reaching up to her own face, her chin glisten with Eve’s juices. She bit at the cloth on the tip of her finger and slowly pulled the glove off of her palm. The sight shouldn’t be this exciting, but Eve felt her pussy clenching again and she whined, pushing her hips upward.

“God,” she heard herself whisper, watching as Villanelle tossed the glove away and ran her bare hand up her leg. The girl just laughs softly, moving her warm palm up and down Eve’s thigh, before sliding it closer to the woman’s drenched core.

The very tips of her long fingers ran between Eve’s folds, collecting the wetness and before Eve could’ve reacted, Villanelle pushed two of them inside, up to the knuckle. Her chest convulsed and she inhaled a shuddered gasp, her own fingers grasping the soft blond locks even harder. For a brief moment, Villanelle’s fingers did nothing, as if letting Eve adjust to her. The walls of her pussy clenched around them, desperate for the motions to start. Eve bit her lip and pushed her hips up again, but Villanelle’s free palm pressed her hips down and held her still, forcing her to stay where she was. The look that the girl gave her made Eve whimper, her thighs tremble.

Slowly, Villanelle’s fingers began to move, thrusting in and out of her wet cunt. Hazel eyes watched the woman’s expression without blinking, making Eve’s own eyes roll back, but before she could drop her head on the cushion, the fingers inside her stopped.

“Look at me, Eve” her eyes immediately opened and she let out the whimper, when those long fingers began to thrust inside her again, curling against the soft spot inside her just right. 

Eve’s hips tremble with each thrust, trying to take Villanelle deeper. She was so close to coming, the heat inside her became stronger and she knew she couldn’t hold on much longer. Her fingers dug into Villanelle’s scalp as she desperately tried to keep looking into Villanelle’s eyes, meeting that intense gaze, but even that was becoming hard. Suddenly, Villanelle lowered her head again and, holding Eve’s gaze, opened her mouth. The woman watched how the girl’s tongue ran a circle around her swollen clint, giving Eve a show and in the next moment her mouth sucked on it, hard.

“Villanelle– ” the name came out in a strangled cry and her hand grip at the blonde hair like her life depends on it. Her breathing grew quicker, her chest, shiny with sweat, rising and falling quickly. The tension that was building inside her body threatened to snap any second. She was close, so close. Eve felt the tears stinging her eyes, but she couldn’t even blink, too lost in the eyes that was looking back at her almost predatory. “Please, I can’t– ”

She couldn't end her plea when finally, fucking finally , Villanelle decided to change tempo. She felt her pussy stretching pleasantly when the girl added a third finger and set a fast, maybe even too fast rhythm, thrusting roughly inside Eve’s ruined core. Her mouth kept working on Eve’s clit with doubled effort. Keeping eye contact with Villanelle was impossible now, but gladly for her, the girl didn’t give a fuck about it at this point. Eve’s head fell on the cushion and her eyes shut tightly, but the fingers inside her kept thrusting inside her until finally, her walls clenched hard around them. All her muscles were pulling in tautly, her thighs trembling around Villanelle’s head when Eve came with the girl’s name on her tongue.

Gasping for air, she felt Villanelle’s thrusting getting slower, prolonging her orgasm carefully. Eve opened her eyes, watching the girl letting go of her pulsating clit and pressing soft kisses to her inner thigh, murmuring something under her breath. When her breath became normal, Villanelle slowly pulled her fingers out of her pussy and Eve’s whine in protest at the empty feeling. The girl just giggled at her and, lowering Eve’s leg gently, climbed up her body to press her lips against Eve’s in a long, soft kiss. She ran her fingers through sweat-damp strands of dark curls, making the woman below her moan at the taste of herself on her tongue.

“Was it good?” muttered Villanelle between kisses and the question made Eve actually snort.

“Good? It was fucking amazing. I haven't had an orgasm like this in years,” answers Eve. She traced her hand from the girl's hair to her face, brushing her fingers along her flushed, red-hot cheeks, the gesture so intimate that for a moment, both of them forgot all about  who they were and what they’d just done. 

Villanelle smiled, nuzzling into her palm and pressing a gentle kiss to her palm “Good. Glad I haven’t lost my skills on solo working.”

Eve just blinked at her. A nasty thought appeared in her mind. Hasn't she lost skills herself? It was years since she had sex and honestly, her experience wasn’t that big, since she only had intimacy with men. Damn, I’m not even sure if I can eat her out good enough, she thought. She felt a poke at her cheek and raised her gaze to meet with the girl’s eyes.

“You don’t need to do anything, Eve. I’m perfectly fine with just making you cum,” said Villanelle seriously and Eve blinked at her stupidly.

“Are– are you sure? It’s new to me, but I can try if you’ll tell me what to do and–”

Villanelle quickly cutted off her bumbling “I won’t be able to cum anyway. I was– uh, I was working before I came to a party. So my sensitivity is kind of fucked now.”

Oh. That makes sense, but still…

“But I want to touch you,” blurted out Eve before she could’ve stopped herself. Villanelle gave her a sad smile, which made the woman’s heart skip a beat. Stop. It’s about sex. She bit her lip and continued “I do want you, you know? And you gave me like– one of the best orgasms in my life, so I want to return the favor. In any way you’d want to.”

“Okay,” answers Villanelle softly, learning in and giving Eve another kiss. Once their lips parted she whispers “Shall we move to bed then?”

When they made their way upstairs, Eve cursed herself, mentally kicking herself for not cleaning her bedroom. Some of her clothes that fell out of the closet were laying on the floor, the cover of her bed was halfway down and on the nightstand she noticed a mug with unfinished coffee. The sight made her cringe, her gaze quickly turning to Villanelle, who’s reaction was unreadable.

Fucking perfect, Eve. Now she’ll think that you are a pig, who can’t even keep your bedroom in order. She watched Villanelle’s gaze lowering on the laptop that was laying on the nightstand next to her mug and her lips curled into a smirk.

“Sooo, this is where you are partying , Eve?” she purred playfully, her brows quickly jumped up and down.

For a moment Eve hesitated, not sure what the hell she was talking about, but then it hit her. Oh, their sessions. Of course.

“Yup,” she stood a little awkwardly. She felt ridiculous. Her student, who’s also her partner-in-masturtation in her fucking room. Her student, who’s fully clothed, now was sitting on her bed, leaning on the hands behind her and looking at her with the same dark gaze. Her student, who just ate her pussy out like the best meal ever not so long ago, literally around ten minutes ago.

Stop it. It’s just sex. With Villanelle, not Oksana. Not your student.

“I can hear from here, how the gears are turning in your brain,” commented Villanelle, watching her carefully. She lowered her head to the side. “It’s okay if you change your mind, you know?”

Eve quickly shook her head and approached the bed. She was now standing between the girl's legs, looking down at her with a nervous smile. “I’m fine. It’s just… It’s been so long since I had anyone in my room. Since divorce and all this shit. And ugh– I’m naked .”

“You are,” agreed Villanelle. Her gaze lowered from her face to the chest. “You have a really nice body, by the way.” 

Eve rolled her eyes and placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders, her fingers curling, tugging at the cloth of the black robe. The fucking Ghostface costume that Villanelle was still wearing. “I’ll believe it when I see how wet you are for me. Now take this off.”

Villanelle’s eyes sparkle with excitement. She slowly took Eve’s hands off of her shoulders and with a quick motion took off the robe. She was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and black jeans underneath.

“For a record, it’s really getting to look like this scene from the Scream,” she muttered with a grin. Eve just rolled her eyes.

“Well, I’m not a virgin and you are not a serial killer, so cut it off,” the woman leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met, warm tongues fighting each other for dominance in a hot, slippery dance. When Eve pulled away, she quickly added. “I really hope you are not, because if you are a killer and your partner Ghostface going to run into us fucking I’m going to stub you.”

She didn’t let Villanelle answer, pushing her backward to lay on the bed. They kept kissing passionately, while Eve’s hands roamed the girl’s body, groping at her and tugging at the rest of her clothes, until Villanelle got fully naked just like her. And oh my fucking god, she was gorgeous. Of course, Eve knew pretty well how fit Villanelle’s body is, how flawless her skin, but watching through the camera and seeing in real life, left alone getting to touch, was something else. She was mesmerized, when her palms ran softly down, exploring. She begins with the girl’s shoulders, then her chest, ignoring her breasts on purpose for now, and down to the flat stomach. She watched Villanelle’s skin tighten, her barely visible abs clenches under her fingertips and honestly, fuck her for being so erotically beautiful.

“Fuck, you gorgeous,” whispered Eve, learing in to press a kiss on Villanelle’s long, graceful neck. The girl giggled, sending vibrations with her throat.

“I know, you’ve told me before. But thank you,” she murmured back. Her arms snaked around Eve’s shoulders, making the woman lay fully on top of her.

Eve let out an unexpected moan at the feeling of their skin touching. Without a thought she pressed herself more into Villanelle’s body underneath her, pinning the girl into the sheets. Her thighs moved to straddle her, but suddenly, she was stopped.

“Wait,” Villanelle asks her and the woman immediately stops any movement, freezing on the spot like a statue. Even her lips that were greedily exploring the girl's neck stopped, hovering over her throat. She was ready to hop off, but Villanelle just shifted underneath her, changing position and placing her thigh between her legs. “Here, let’s try this for now.”

Let’s try what, wanted to ask Eve, but when Villanelle’s hands found her ass and pushed her down, she understood pretty well.

“Oh f-fuck,” the woman gasp and grind against the thigh that was pressed between her legs securely. Her own thigh finds Villanelle’s core hot and so fucking ready, that Eve could’ve cum again just at the thought about it here and now. She began to thrust her hips, slowly and carefully at first, searching for the rhythm they’d both like.

“You can go faster, it’s okay. Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” whispers Villanelle into her neck, her nose was buried in Eve’s curls. The girl didn’t moan, but her breath quickly became uneven and by the way her own hips thrusts upward and her fingers gripping more tightly into her asscheeks Eve knew that the girl was feeling actually good. Biting her lip, Eve leaned on her elbow to look at her face and holy shit . Seeing Villanelle like this, with her eyes closed, brows knitted in pleasure and her fucking mouth hunging open in soundless gasp made her own hips thrust harder and faster. And before she could’ve stopped herself, Eve began to speak.

“You feel so good for me, baby,” she whispers hotly, feeling how Villanelle’s body immediately responds to the praise. Her back arched and her eyes snapped open, staring back at the woman with an unfocused gaze, her eyes fogged with need. Eve let out a low whine at the sight and her cunt, slick with her juices, grind harder against the girl’s thigh. “So beautiful for me. Do you want me to touch you?”

All Villanelle could do is to whimper lowly and nod. Eve’s hand snaked between their bodies and found the girl's breast. It was fitting her palm perfectly and without a second thought Eve gave the soft flesh a gentle squeeze. Another whimper, louder this time escaped Villanelle’s lips and Eve couldn’t help herself, but smirks. 

“Your breasts are pretty sensitive, am I right, baby? Do you want me to touch you here more? Do you want my mouth on them?”

Villanelle whined breathlessly and nodded again, but Eve was already pretty drunk with the power she had now. She clicked her tongue in disapproval.

“Use your words, baby.”

She felt a gush of wetness against her thigh, right where Villanelle’s core was grinding against her. Yep, Villanelle definitely liked to be dominated.

Her plump lips parted in another moan when the girl managed to ask “Please, Eve… Fuck, please touch my tits.”

“With my hands?” asked her Eve. She squeezed Villanelle’s breast again before her fingers circled the nipple slowly and then pinched on it. “Or my mouth?”

“Mouth. Use your mouth, Eve, please…” Villanelle almost sobbed and it was all she needed. Lowering her head, the woman took her nipple in her mouth. She traces the taut peak with her tongue and sucks on it, making Villanelle’s fingers leave her cheek to grip at her curls, pressing her face into her tits tightly.

Their thrusts became almost violently fast and hard, their skin felt hot and slippery with the sweat and if with every other partner Eve would gross out by this, then now she was even more turned on by this. Her lips kept teasing Villanelle’s breasts, switching between them from time to time. The grip of the girl’s fingers in her hair only encouraged her to give her more.

Suddenly, even for Villanelle herself, the girl bumble between breathless moans “I’m gonna– Fuck!”

Eve watched in awe how the girl’s back arched hard, her chest pushed into the other woman’s face and all of her body trembled. Villanelle came with a muted scream on her lips, with her eyes tightly closed and tears in the corners of her eyes. Eve kept rocking her hips against the girl, not carrying at all about her own orgasm, just giving in the sight of Villanelle cumming underneath her, with her, because of her . She reached out to cup the girl’s cheekbone, making the hazel eyes open lazily.

“Are you okay, baby?” she asks softly. Too softly.

But Villanelle looked so vulnerable.

Stop it. She is not your girlfriend.

Villanelle nuzzled into her palm, just like before and muttered in a soft whisper “I’m fine. Just overwhelmed.”

Eve nodded “Good. That’s– good. Ugh– can I, you know, can I kiss you?”

Villanelle’s lips curl into a grin and she learns up to Eve, catching her lips a soft, tender kiss. 

A kiss that wasn’t about sex at all. 

Chapter Text

The first time when Oksana woke up was still early in the morning. The sun just came out, its rays were hitting her back with warmth, but most of Eve’s bedroom was still pretty dark. She blinked a couple of times, her sleepy eyes explored the room around her, while she tried to remember where she was. Then, she felt a warm, soft breathing against her chest and the heaviness of the arm that was laying on top of her. Her gaze lowers to the woman who was sleeping peacefully in her arms. She found Eve being a messy, but cute sleeper. Her wild mane was splayed on Oksana’s shoulder, the ends of those soft curls tickles her skin, but it feels so nice that the girl couldn’t mind it at all. Without a thought, she reached out to carefully brush some of them off the woman’s face and her heart ached when Eve, still deep in her slumber, nuzzled into her hand, pressing her face against her warm palm. Her nose was pretty cold and Oksana tried her best not to disturb the woman, when she tugged the blanket around them higher, covering Eve’s shoulders with it. Eve’s arm tightened its grip around Oksana’s torso and the girl slowly drifted back to sleep.

The second time wasn’t that peaceful, mostly because it was from the ringing of her phone. Oksana groaned and shifted, trying to reach for the device and finally, when the blanket was defeated, she crawled to the edge of the bed and found her phone where it was left: in the back pocket of her jeans, that were laying on the floor. She was surprised when she noticed the name of the caller.

“Borya? Ty chego zvonish tak rano, chto-to sluchilos’?” she asked right away without greeting. Her voice was low and husky, still recovering from sleep. She heard a tiny, childish voice on the other end.

“U nas uzhe dva chasa dnya, sonya!” Her little brother giggled at her groaning and mocked her, “Ty opyat’ ne spala vsyu noch’ iz-za ucheby?”

Oh, brother. Oksana shot a quick look behind her shoulder. After she left her side of the bed, Eve shifted from hers and now was laying on her front, hugging her pillow. She licked her lips at the sight of the woman’s naked back, with those cute little moles here and there, but quickly get herself together.

“Tipo togo. Ty ne otvetil na vopros. Vse horosho?”

She felt how Borya hesitated, when the boy stayed silent for a few seconds. Then, he quietly muttered “Petya skazal, chto ty ne priedesh’ na pokhorony. Skazal, chto ty sil’no zanyata. Eto pravda? Ty pravda ne smozhesh’ vybrat’sya na denek ili dva?”

Oksana suddenly felt a knot tying in her guts. The same one she felt, when one day she got home from school and noticed an ambulance next to her family’s little house and her father, sitting on the bench nearby, talking with the doctors with red, puffy eyes. 

“Chto? Ty o chem? Ch’i pokhorony?”

Her brother’s answer makes her blood boil with anger “Ty ne znaesh? Babushka umerla na proshloj nedele.”

The events after Borya’s call were in blur. Oksana managed to assure her little brother that she’ll do her best to buy a ticket home as fast as she can and dressed up in a hurry. Of course she left a short note for Eve on the nightstand. She was in a hurry, but she wasn’t an asshole. And last thing Oksana wanted is for Eve to think that she used the woman for sex and ditched first thing in the morning. Once she was in her apartment, she took a quick shower and wrote an email to decan Martens that she needed a few days off, along with the text for Kenny.

Oksana:
Hey. I need to fly back home for family matters. Like, ASAP. So if you’ll ask your mom to check her email until Monday it would be great.

Kenny:
Are you for real? Are you going to fly back in Russia? Why?

Oksana:
My asshole brother forgot to tell me that our grandmother died. So yes, I’m booking the tickets.

She didn’t check her friend’s answer, too busy with packing.

Once she made it at the airport, she remembered that she needed to alert another person. Konstantin picked up his phone right away.

“I told you to call only if it's an emergency,” she heard him grumbling and rolled her eyes, trying to squeeze her backpack on the carry-on shelf.

“It is an emergency, Konstantin. I’m literally on the plane to Moscow right now. Can you please cover my back at work? Tell them I’ll take double shifts once I get back to London.”

Konstantin let out an annoyed groan, “What the– Villanelle, what on the earth are you doing?”

She sat down on her seat, the one by the window. The weather outside was pretty nasty, but it’s typical for this city. Usually, Oksana likes rain: the sound of it, the smell, it was somehow comforting. But today, droplets on the glass reminded her too much about the other things. About things she would like to forget.

“Going to a funeral. So, will you help me?” she says quietly, briefly looking around, as if she was talking about some dirty secret.

The man on the other side was silent for a moment, but when he spoke again, his voice was a bit softer, “Of course I’ll cover you. Do you need anything else?”

Oksana swallows the lump in her throat and blink away a tear that almost spills “Some rubles would be nice.”

Her flight to Moscow, Sheremetyevo airport, was pretty easy. Oksana managed to sleep most of the time. When she woke up the plane was already landing, so she undid her seating belt and turned off the airplane mode on her phone. The text message she noticed first made her smile.

Eve:

Hey. Thank you for the note. I would like to talk about last night, so feel free to call me back when you are ready, okay?

Awww, Eve wants to talk! How sweet! Oksana bit her lip, ready to type back something nice, something like I’m thinking about last night too , or I’ve watched you sleeping this morning. You were so cute when you were mumbling in your sleep , or– or something hot? Something like I can still taste you on my tongue, shame I can’t go down on you again right now .

Unfortunately, the plane fully stopped and she sighs, taking her backpack from the shelf. She left the board and soon found herself in the main area of the Sheremetyevo airport. There was still plenty of time for her to walk around and stretch her legs after the flight, so she made her way to the nearest food court and bought herself a cup of coffee. When she looked at her phone again, her brows frowned.

Eve:

Hello again. I just received an email from Carolyn, she warned that you won't be at classes for a couple of days. Is there something wrong? 

Pretty unharmful message, but Oksana wasn’t stupid. The question really was “Is there something wrong with us ”. Whatever this “us” is.

V:

Hi Eve! I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to disappear like this. 

Actually, I wanted to spend this morning in your bed, maybe eat you out instead of breakfast (draft saved)

You know you nuzzled in my hand when you were sleeping? It was so cute, but I think you need a better, warmer blanket, cos your nose was cold as ice :( (draft saved)

There is some stuff at home that I need to take care of. I didn’t plan it, so I only warned decan Martens and Konstantin before I left.

Eve readed her text right away. She watched the dots of Eve’s typing appear and disappear until finally, the woman just asks.

Eve:

Who’s Konstantin? 

Oksana snorted.

V:
He is my curator in The Twelve. 

Eve:

Oh, okay.

So, you’re in Russia already?

V:

Yep, just landed in Moscow, waiting for my flight to Perm.

I can buy you some souvenirs if you want.

Eve:
Not a fan of matryoshka dolls, sorry.

Oksana suddenly barked out a loud laugh that made some of the other visitors of the food court turn in her direction.  

V:

Even if it’s a Star Wars matryoshka?

Eve:
Are you fucking with me? I doubt anyone in their right mind would do a Star Wars matryoshka. 

V:

Mhm, you know, I’d love to find one for you right now, but I’ll just keep drinking my coffee and tell you that: go google it.

Eve answers after a couple of minutes.

Eve:

I can’t fucking believe it actually exists. 

V:

I told you so  :^)))

So, do you want one? It’ll look really nice next to this creepy doll that sits on the shelf in your living room.

Eve:

God, no. No, no, no. Don’t you dare to bring this cursed thing in my house.

And for the record, this doll is Niko’s gift. He loved to bring home those types of things from our trips. He was out of control, I swear to God.

V:

How much?

Eve:

We had a shared storage with the stuff we didn’t need and 70% of things were trashy souvenirs. Plates, toys, flags, snowballs ect.

V:
Jesus. Okay, I’ll buy you some chocolate then. You like chocolate, right?

They chatted for a while, until it was time for Oksana to go. She was flying Pobeda’s flight and while it wasn’t the worst plane she had ever been on board, it was still quite uncomfortable, mostly because of her height. So when she finally landed in Perm, her legs were killing her. Outside of the airport she took a moment to just stop and breathe. The air in Perm was cold and tiny pieces of snowflakes were already falling from the sky, slowly dancing around and down, on the ground. She was almost home.

When she got off the bus in Krasnokamsk, the sky was already dark and the snow was falling much heavier. Shivering from the cold wind, Oksana tugged the collar of her coat higher to cover her neck. She was already regretting not taking a scarf with her. The snow was crunching under her boots when she walked by a familiar road, to her parents house. Oksana paused just outside of the fence, thinking that maybe, she should’ve called Pyotr first. But then, remembering how her brother didn’t said a word to her about their grandmother–

She kicked the fence with her heavy boot, making the cheap metal to clank loudly and shake “Open up, mudak!”

There were some cursings and loud thuds of the steps, the light turned on in the small window of the second floor that she managed to see.

“Gospodi, blyat’, kakoi svolochi tam neimetstya?” she heard a familiar muttering along with the crunch of the snow. Then, there was another loud clunk and the door was finally open. Her brother Pyotr looked at her as if she was an alien. She noticed how his eyes widened for a second and his mouth twitched, almost turning into a smile. “Look who is here. What took you so long?”

Oksana just scoffed and pushed the door further, stepping in the yard of their house “I’d be there earlier if some dickhead told me about grandma Tonya right away.”

Pyotr rolled his eyes, closing the gates behind her “Look, I didn’t meant to hurt you, okay? I know you’re busy. Besides, last time we invited you on dads–”

“It’s different,” Oksana said sharply. On the porch of the house, she shook the snow off her coat and boots and pushed the front door, muttering under her breath “You know it’s different.”

She was a little taken aback when she noticed that the house hadn't changed much since she left it years ago. As if it was frozen in time, waiting for her to come back. Oksana took her time exploring the living room, while Pyotr made his way in the kitchen. 

“Green without sugar?” he asked casually, placing the kettle on the gas burner.

“Would be nice, thanks,” says Oksana. She noticed the old scrapings on the door frame, tiny nicks with her and her brothers names. Her mom loved to do this while she and Pyotr were growing and it looks like after their dad passed away, the oldest brother returned to this family tradition. Her fingers touched each nick, mesmerizing.  

Petya 21, 170

Oksana 12, 152

Bor’ka 11, 143

“I was thinking about boiling pelmeni for dinner, would you like some?”

“Do you have sour cream?”

“Of course.”

“Then yes.”

“Cool,” muttered Pyotr, barely audible. He took a bag of homemade pelmeni out of the freezer and dumped most of it into a pot of boiling water. He poured the water into mugs, threw a tea bag inside of each and nodded for Oksana to come to the table.

Once she took her seat, she heard footsteps behind her, the floorboards of the stairs creaked. Her little brother appeared in the doorway, freezing in place as he noticed her.

“Oksana!” Borya almost knocked her over with the chair, when the boy ran toward and hugged her tight.

“Hey there, bratik ,” Oksana snakes one of her arms around her brother and tapped lightly on his back. “You're gonna choke me to death with your grip.”

“You came! I didn’t think you’d actually come home!”

“It’s only for a couple of days, but yeah, I’m here,” mutters Oksana, placing a quick kiss on Borya’s head. “Now, you’re gonna tell me what else I’ve missed, okay?”

Eve:
Are you busy now?

Oksana’s eyes blinked stupidly at the sudden message. She was laying on the couch in the living room. She had dinner and chatted with her brothers for a while and once they were done it was far after midnight. If Pyotr was right, their grandmother Tonya passed away peacefully, in her sleep. He found her in her own bed, in the regular sleeping position. Tatiana, their step mother(and Borya’s mom) was working on the night shift, so Oksana could rest peacefully under the roof of her childhood house without another portion of bullshit from the woman. 

Still, it was a little uncomfortable to sleep in the living room. She remembered her father sleeping on the same couch a long time ago, when the sickness began to eat her mother alive. When the colores left her face, when she becomes thinner and thinner with every month, when her beautiful hair were everywhere, but her own head–

Oksana blinks again, trying to push the memories as far in her brain as she can. Her fingers typed out an answer. 

V:
Nope. Just laying, looking at the ceiling. I think I spotted a mold in the corner.

Eve:
Ew.

Are you okay, though?

Was she? Oksana let out a soft sigh, her eyes switched to the side. There was an old family picture of her family on the counter. With both, her granfather and grandmother, still alive and full of joy. Grandma Tonya, in white polka dot dress, with grayness just beginning to touch her hair. Grandpa Alexei, with a thick, rich beard and a cigarette between his lips. Her parents, happy and healthy. Anatoly, her dad was hugging her by the shoulders from behind and his skin isn’t all yellow from cirrhosis, there’s not a sign of the dark circles under his eyes. And mom– mom is gorgeous. With her full lips curling in a smile, she was holding Pyotr, who was just a toddler in her arms and in her eyes was this familiar sparkle. Sparkle of life. Now there was only her and Pyotr. The only fragments of their shuttered family.

V:
Yep. All good.

Eve:
Okay. Cool.

V:
Are you okay, Eve?

You wanted to talk earlier.

Eve:
No, it’s okay. It can wait until you come back.

V:

Okay.

Dots appear and disappear for a while. And then–

Eve: 

Are you alone?

V:

Maybe…

Why?

Eve:
(image attached)

Oksana tapped at the image and her eyes widened in disbelief. Because wow. Like, wow. The photo was taken through a mirror. The phone Eve was holding in her hand almost completely hid her face, but the rest of her... She was wearing a navy lingerie that accentuated her curves perfectly, especially her breasts. She was sitting on the bed, the same bed Oksana had been lucky enough to wake up in earlier that morning, and her legs were crossed, her left arm was lazily thrown behind her to keep her semi-upright position. Her dark curls, which were usually tied in a messy bun, were now down. Oksana zoomed in on the photo, trying to get a closer look at Eve and noticed that she was wearing glasses, which the woman usually only wore in class.

V:

Eve!!!

It’s unfair to send me this now! >:0

Eve:

Why so? Because you must stay quiet, baby?

Dear Lord… This woman will be the death of her.

V:

Uh, yes???

My brothers are literally above me, upstairs. And the soundproof in this house is shit. 

Eve:

Can’t see where's my problem in your situation.

V: 

Seriously???

You cannot send me this and expect it to not affect me.

Eve: 

Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing.

And your reaction is exactly what I wanted :) 

V: 

>:000

You’re evil, you know that?

…

Can I see your face?

Eve:

Nope.

V:

Eve

I need this.

Eve:

Say the magic word.

V:

Please.

Eve:

Good girl.

The praise made a thrill run down Oksana’s spine and she licked her lips, as her hand traveled down her stomach to the hem of her  sleeping shorts. She didn’t even need to check, she felt pretty good just how wet she was right now. Eve sent another image. In the next picture, а selfie, she was now laying sideways, with her face on display. Her eyes were half-lidded, but her gaze was intense, dark even. The way her skin glowed, her hair framing her face, and the angle of the light shining on her, glinting a little on her glasses, made this picture look almost artistic. And Oksana whined out loud.

V:

God damn it.

Eve:

You like it this much?

V:

Yeah

Eve:

Shame that you're not here.

Oksana couldn't help but bit her lip, trying to remain quiet, so her brothers wouldn't hear a thing. She knew when someone was provoking and taunting her, and she knew that Eve was doing it on purpose to get a reaction. And Eve, goddamn her, was succeeding in this.

V:

You wish I was?

Eve ignored her question.

Eve:

I can call you, if you want me to.

Oksana’s breath hitch and she had to swallow heavily, before typing out an answer. Her eyes were glued to the screen as her hand lurked under her shorts, fingers casually running up and down her mound. The need to see what Eve had in mind was nearly uncontrollable and, at this point, it was impossible to care if her brothers were  asleep or not.

V:

I need you to

Without wasting any time on waiting for Eve’s answer, she pressed on the call herself. Eve picked up almost immediately.

“Couldn’t even wait, huh?”

“No,” answers Oksana in a low whisper. Her fingers slipped between her folds and she suppressed a whimper “I really can't talk too much, though…”

“Mhm, what a bummer,” said Eve, her tone a bit teasing, and Oksana could practically hear her grinning through the call. If it wasn’t for her brothers asleep upstairs, she would’ve probably cursed right here and now. So she pressed her lips tightly together for a moment, before answering humming in agreement. She could clearly hear Eve’s quiet breath – soft sound that, under these circumstances, were both torturous and heavenly. 

She whispered “Please, Eve…”

“Are you touching yourself, baby?”

“Mhm,” Oksana murmured, biting her lip again, to muffle any possible sound that might’ve escaped her lips. Her fingertips dipped in her entrance to collect some wetness before she moved back and higher, pressing lightly on her clit  “God, you can’t blame me, this lingerie… and glasses…”

Eve chuckled softly, “I’m glad you like it so much.”

The sound, even though being a simple chuckle, sent another shiver down Oksana’s spine and her fingers moved more aggressively, circling her clit faster. 

“That’s good. You’ll be quiet?”

Eve asked lowly, the teasing was still there, and Oksana barely suppressed a quiet gasp, before she managed to hum again.

“Yeah? Because if you make a sound without my permission I’m hanging up.”

Oksana found herself whimpering again. And by Eve’s soft chuckle, she heard her.

“Are we clear?”

Eve said, her voice suddenly deeper, more sensual and Oksana swallowed heavily.

“Yes... Fuck, yes.”

“Good girl,” whispered Eve and Villanelle felt her entire body shuddering. It always had this effect on her, when Eve praised her like this, in that tone and, right now, she was struggling to stay still and silent. All she wanted was to whine and moan as loud as she could. “Now, I want you to put a finger inside. Just one, slowly.”

Eve’s voice was low, but firm, and Oksana followed her order. Her middle finger slipped between her folds and inside, as slow as she could. She bit her lip, to keep quiet, as her eyes closed for a moment and her back arched slightly. 

“Does it feel good?”

Villanelle nodded before realizing that was no good and quickly hummed again, her head falling back against the pillow. She started moving her finger slowly, feeling her muscles tighten around it and her skin heat up. Her toes curled and she could hear every noise she made way too loudly in her ears.

“I can’t hear you, baby,” said Eve. Oksana gritted her teeth, forcing herself to answer, as her body trembled.

“It… feels good.”

“There you go, good job, baby,” Eve murmured again. Oksana heard a quiet rustle from the speaker and another shiver of excitement went down her spine, realizing that Eve was moving “Add another one.”

Oksana nodded, even if she knew there was no way Eve could see her do it, and pressed another finger against her entrance. As she slowly thrust inside herself with two fingers, a gasp escaped her lips, and this time a little louder. She arched further into her own touch.

“Eve…” she mumbled, closing her eyes again and concentrating on the feeling. Her voice was strained, and she felt a bit lightheaded, as she was struggling to stay silent.

“It's a shame I couldn't touch you last night. Not the way I'd wanted to,” she repeated quietly. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and Oksana tasted copper on her tongue, when she bit down on her lower lip  a little too much to keep her sounds contained. “I wish I could’ve been inside you. To know just how soft and tight you are,” The woman continued, and Villanelle almost choked on her own tongue. She could hear her shifting around again. There was a quiet gasp from Eve’s end of the call and her hand started moving faster.

“Are you touching yourself, too?” Oksana managed to choke out, her voice raspy with breathlessness, before her mind caught up with her and she realized just how stupid she had actually sounded. There wasn't any reply from Eve, her silence speaking for itself, and it sent a new wave of heat straight through Oksana and into her core. “God, Eve…”

“I do,” Eve replied shortly, her voice lower than usual. “That's the whole point,” she heard a rustling sound again, and this time Oksana’s fingers moved faster inside her and her legs trembled harder, “Are you close, baby?”

“Yes,” Oksana whispered and she heard another gasp from Eve’s end, even though it sounded more like a laugh. She knew that the woman was getting worked up too, even though she was quiet about it.

Oksana’s hips started moving on their own, pressing into her own hand, seeking her own fingers deeper inside. It wasn’t enough, but it was close, as the tightness in her stomach was almost unbearable.

“Then cum for me.”

Her body seized, as a low moan that she tried to suppress, slipped out from between her bitten lips. Her head fell back against the pillow and her thighs squeezed shut, when she came, shuddering heavily. She couldn’t hear much, except for her own heartbeat in her ears, as the hand, that was gripping on the phone, fell down on the couch. When her breathing started to slow down, she heard Eve’s voice from the speaker.

Her arm felt almost boneless when she lazily pressed her phone back to her ear “I think I almost black out for a second. Could you repeat what you said?”

Eve giggled “I asked: was it good? But I guess I have my answer.”

“I… Yes, it was,” Oksana mumbled in a raspy voice. There was a chuckle on the other end of the line, and she closed her eyes again, as her mind was slowly catching up. “Eve?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress with my strap once I’ll be back in London.”

Chapter Text

Oksana hated funerals. Not that she was a guest on many of those events, of course not. When her grandpa passed she was a little girl, so her parents didn't bring her to say goodbye. And while she was too young, she didn't understand the meaning of death.

"When does deda come back?" she asked her father one day, chewing an apple while staring at the TV's display.

Anatoly's shoulders are stiff, but his voice was neutral. 

"Deda won't come back, daughter. He's gone, I'm afraid."

Her father's answer was more than enough and Oksana just nodded, eyes glued to her favorite cartoon show. What was that? Tom and Jerry? Looney Tunes? She couldn't remember now.

When the spring came and it was time for Krasnaya Gorka, she noticed a new cross and little hill by her great-grandparents grave. When she asked, it was her mother who answered.

"It's your grandpa's grave, sweety" told Nadezhda, carefully working with a hack around the area. She gave her daughter a quick look. "He passed away in September, remember?"

Oksana only blinked "What's passed mean?"

"Ugh- it means his time has come. He was old and his health wasn't good, so God took him to heaven."

"God?" Oksana muttered quietly, confused. Why would God need her grandfather? Didn't he have one or two himself?

"God needs good and kind people, and your grandfather was a really nice one," said Nadezhda warmly.

"And bad people?" asked Oksana, still a bit perplexed.

"They go elsewhere," Nadezhda replied, and as her eyes lingered on the little girl, an almost imperceptible shiver ran through her. She brushed it off and focused back on gardening. "Look, why don’t you help me with the cleaning? I’m sure, grandpa would be happy to see from above that you are honoring him."

And Oksana did help, tearing off the grass around the grave until her hands were hurting. She didn’t like the process, not at all. Though, the praise from mom was nice. On their way home, Nadezhda even bought her favorite candies, which weren’t cheap in their village.

But those were memories. In the present, Oksana was standing near the church, waiting until otpevanye was done. She looked at the face of Jesus, looking back at her blankly from the icon on the wall.

Her lips twitched into a fake smile "Why so sad? Another good person for your daddy."

"Still harassing poor Jesus?" her eyes switched to her brother Pyotr, who just walked out from the wooden building.

"Is it done?" asked Oksana, ignoring a rhetorical question.

Pyotr nodded "Yeah. They’ll bring the casket out in five, maybe ten minutes. Are you sure you don’t want to go inside? To say goodbye?"

"What’s the point? She won’t hear me anyway."

"Fair point," murmured Pyotr. She could see that her brother wanted to say something else, but he just stood here by her side in silence.

Once the casket was lowered into the ground, Oksana felt that it was the first time this day she could breathe. As if the giant weight was removed from her shoulders. The cemetery wasn’t really far from the village, so they were coming back to the house on their feet. Borya was walking ahead, with his head down, sometimes rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket. Oksana’s eyes narrowed, when she noticed that his mother leaned in to him and in a hushed voice told him something that made her brother to jerk.

"I swear, if this hag would make him actually freak out, I’m gonna strangle her while she sleeps," she whispered to Pyotr, who gave her an unimpressed look.

"Bad idea. You’ll go to prison and for what? To give him another psychological trauma?"

Oksana rolled her eyes "Please, she’ll give him a hell of a bunch of traumas until he turns eighteen."

At home, they all sat around the table, dining in silence. Oksana mindlessly poked the bites of vegetables on her plate, not really paying attention to the people around her. Besides her siblings and Tatiana, there were few neighbors, who were old friends of her grandma.

She almost jumped in surprise when the shot of vodka was lowered on the table before her with a loud clunk.  

"For our dearest Antonina. May she rest in peace" one of the neighbors, an old man with little, piggy-like eyes, grumbled his toast and switched his gaze to her, winking at her. "You’re an adult now, Oksana? You can keep a shot, yeah?"

God damn it. 

"Sure. To grandma," Oksana downed her vodka, feeling the burning sensation in her throat. The shot was enough to make her grimace. She could feel the eyes of the nosy old woman and the leering gaze of the old man who had given her the vodka, making her skin crawl. Oksana tried to ignore it, focusing on the slice of apple in front of her. She took a large bite, the crisp sweetness a nice contrast to the lingering taste of alcohol in her mouth.

The meal continued, everyone slowly finishing their plates and engaging in idle chit chat. Oksana, to her disappointment, was soon surrounded by the old man and his wife, who seemed to be particularly interested in her. The man leaned forward, his tiny eyes examining her up and down, as if he was trying to guess her every thought.

"So, Oksana," he started, his voice dripping with the usual smugness. "You're all grown up now, huh? Have you found a boyfriend?"

For a fucks sake.

"Don’t have much time for this," she said wryly. Borya, who was seated by her side, suddenly perked up.

"Oksana is studying in one of the greatest universities in London! And she’s working hard to pay for it and to help me and Pyotr with money!"

Borya's outburst made Oksana want to roll her eyes and tell him to shut up. She didn't need him to defend her, but she was slightly touched by his concern.

The old man chuckled, tilting his head as he eyed Oksana with a sly grin.

"Ah, of course. You’re studying abroad, are you? How smart of you," he said dryly. "And what are you studying? Something fancy?"

"Criminal psychology."

The old man's wife, a woman with a face like a cat, nodded in agreement. "That's very impressive, though, why couldn't you do it here, in Russia? I've heard Moscow has a study program that is even better and won't cost you so much," she said in a voice that implied she didn't find it impressive at all. "You could've always returned and completed your studies here."

Oksana felt a flash of annoyance at the woman's words. She clenched her jaw, trying to keep her emotions under control. She didn't need these people to lecture her about her choices.

"I liked the program in London," she forced out, her voice tight. "Besides, I wanted to go somewhere new. See the world, you know."

The old man chuckled again, his eyes narrowing.

"Ah, always the strong independent one, hmm?" he teased. "You know, when I was your age–"

"–That was fifty years ago," Oksana quipped, not bothering to hide her annoyance.The old man’s smile tightened at her interruption, clearly not amused by her snarky remark. His wife, on the other hand, gave out a small huff of disapproval.

"You should watch your tone, dear," she chided. "Your grandmother would never approve of this kind of attitude."

"She wouldn't let some old alcoholic loser on rusty Moskvich to talk shit on her grand-daughter either." The words were cruel, but Oksana didn’t care. She could see the brief flicker of rage in the old man’s eyes, quickly replaced by annoyance, and the look of affronted disbelief on his wife's face. Nobody spoke for a moment.

Finally, the old man leaned towards her again, his voice now dripping with fake sweetness.

"You are an ungrateful little brat, you know that?"

Oksana scawled "My father called me worse than that. Try again."

"Enough," a sudden thud of the fist on the table made the room fall in silence. Tatiana, looking at her with disgust nodded at the door. "Get out."

"Mom! They started it!" quickly protested Borya, clutching tightly at Oksana's arm, when she moved to get up. His protest fell on deaf ears, as Tatiana's sharp tone left no room for argument. 

"And I'm finished. You . Get out of this house, now."

Oksana looked at Tatiana for a moment before sighing and gently pulling her arm free from Borya’s grip. She pushed her chair back and stood up, shoving her hands into her pockets.

"This is fine. It’s not like it’s my home anyway."

Oksana felt her nose start to freeze. She was waiting for the bus for almost twenty minutes and, if she could believe the schedule, the one she needed should be there in a matter of time. The phone in her pocket buzzed.

Eve:

Hey. Are you doing alright?

Oksana let out a groan, her head fell back on the back of the bench. She was glad for the woman’s attention, honestly. But right now, her head wasn’t in the right place for casual texting. And spilling all of her family drama to Eve didn’t feel right, not at all.

She typed out an answer anyway.

V:

Hey. The funeral went well. I'm flying out in the morning, so I'll be home by the evening.

Eve:

That’s great! We’ve been missing you in the lesson. 

Are you, personally? Did you miss me?

The thought made Oksana mentally cringe at herself.

V:

Missed you too (deleted)

I’m having a really shitty evening :( (deleted)

Would you like to meet me at the airport? (deleted)

We could’ve met at my place and continue what we started on Halloween (deleted)

Did I miss much from the last lecture?

Eve:

You did, but don’t worry about it. It was, like, a few pages from the textbook. I’ve been sharing practical examples, mostly and discussing them with your classmates.

V:

Oh, I missed a discussion? Damn, I love to discuss things :(

Eve:

Are you for real whining about that ? Just sad you couldn’t show off?

V:

Eve, please. I’m smart and gorgeous, of course I’m sad I couldn't show off.

Eve:

Oh my god, this ego of yours. 

"Texting with your girlfriend?" Oksana quickly turned off her phone and looked up. Just like this morning, Pyotr was standing right by her side. 

Oksana frowns. 

"What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. 

"I'm keeping you company."

Pyotr lowered himself on the bench with the gruff, looking at her expectantly. 

"So?"

"So what?"

"Your girlfriend. Who is she?"

"I don’t do girlfriends , Pyotr."

"Really? Then why were you smiling like an idiot?" Oksana’s mouth fell open for a second. Was she really smiling at Eve’s message? Maybe. Was it because she developed feelings for her? Well, Eve’s hot . Sex was good, could be even better from that perspective. She’s smart, funny, and she smell so good–

"I think I’m falling for someone," she suddenly said out loud. Pyotr’s brows raised, but he remained silent, letting his sister talk. "But it’s not a big deal. Just a fling."

"Why? If you like her, she must be really special."

"She is. But things are complicated."

Pyotr gasped. 

"Are you dating a married woman?"

Oksana screwed her face "Thank god no! She was divorced before we met."

"Then I can’t see what the problem is here," Pyotr shifted on his seat, turning to face her. 

Silence fell over them again. Pyotr just sat there, studying her, his gaze never leaving her face, even for a second. She could feel the weight of his stare, making her skin prickle with discomfort. After a few minutes, she couldn't take it anymore.

"What?" she snapped, turning to look at him.

"You're not banging with a teacher again, are you?"

Oksana averted her eyes and she heard her brother letting out a heavy breath.

"Jesus Christ, Oksana. Didn’t this whole thing with Anna teached you a lesson? Wasn’t that enough?"

"It’s not like with Anna this time, Petya. Not at all," muttered Oksana weakly. 

"Yeah? How so?"

"We are on the same page. And I’m adult ."

"Right. You adult, huh."

Pyotr let out another sigh and ran his hand over his face as if the topic of their conversation was physically exhausting for him. Oksana bristled, feeling a wave of irritation rise within her. She didn't need his judgment, not after this already pretty fucked up evening.

"Why do you care, anyway?" she snapped. "I can do whatever I want. I'm not a high school girl anymore."

"Yet you are still acting like one, sometimes," quietly said Pyotr. "Look, I’m not trying to attack you. I’m on your side, sister. Always . But, believe it or not, I care for you. And I don’t want you to end up like– like last time."

"It won’t end up like the last time. I’m in control, I can manage it."

"Hope you are right," he sighed again. "Well then, can you at least tell me anything about her?"

Oksana's irritation faded a bit at her brother's concern. She shifted on the bench and thought for a moment.

"She's smart," she said at last. "Smarter than most people I've met. Funny. And really good-looking."

Pyotr patiently listened to her, while she continued.

"She's kind. When we met, she was so passionate about my essay, saying that I can do even better. Made me believe that I actually can do something worthy in my studies."

"In criminal psychology?"

"Yeah. We are working together to get my work published," she hesitated for a moment. "Actually, it could've been published last month if I hasn't fucked up."

"What did you do?"

I freaked out when I learned that she also my client. Oh, haven't I mentioned it before? I'm jerking off for a strangers on camera to pay my bills. Yeah, you know, studying in London is expensive.

She was smart enough not to tell Pyotr any of this, though the thought about the look on his face, if she did, almost made her laugh.

"I panicked," she told him half-truth. 

Pyotr observed his sister in silence for a few moments, his eyes studying her expression with a certain curiosity. After a long pause, he finally spoke up.

"You do really like her."

It wasn't a question. More like a statement of the obvious. Oksana didn't respond, she just looked away, avoiding his eyes. Pyotr chuckled softly.

"What, no sarcastic remarks this time?"

"Shut up."

They were seated for a while in comfortable silence. The snow was falling around them, but Oksana barely noticed it. Then, she quietly asked, "Was it really necessary for babushka to die so we could speak to each other again?"

"Perhaps," said Pyotr in the same quiet voice. "I was really angry at you, you know? When dad died and you didn't give a shit about it."

Here it is.

"I did. But I just- I couldn't. I couldn't go back and bury him like nothing's happened," Oksana blinked out the snowflake from her eye. "God, he was such an asshole."

"He was," agreed Pyotr. "But he was our dad."

"He was our dad," Oksana echoed his words, feeling the bitter taste it left in her mouth.

They were quiet for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts, as the snowflakes gently drifted around them. Then, Pyotr spoke up again.

"You know, he asked about you. A lot. Before he died, I mean."

Oksana stiffened, the knot in her stomach suddenly tightened. She didn't want to think about their father, yet here they were, talking about him.

"Really?"

"You should've seen Tatiana's face," he snorted. "I thought she would have a stroke from anger."

Better her than dad, thought Oksana briefly, only humming in return.

"What I'm trying to say, that though he did what he did, he loved you. Probably more than me or Borya, or even mom. He did and he missed you."

Oksana clenched her jaw, her throat suddenly feeling tight. She hated the way her eyes stung, but she refused to shed a tear. She had spent years hardening her heart, building walls around herself to avoid feeling anything, and now his words threatened to break through that armor.

"Well then, he really sucked at showing it."

Chapter Text

“And now you need to stretch your back and reach forward with your hand, until it touches the red spot. Further. Further, Eve. Damn it, just touch the damn red spot!”

“Yeah-yeah. I have the red one just fine,” murmured Eve, taking a glass filled with wine. Elena rolled eyes from the other side of the Twister sheet. She ignored her friend's gaze and took a couple of gulps, before stretching and placing her hand on the red spot. “You sure you don’t want to join us, Bill?”

“Nope, I’m doing just fine here,” hummed Bill with a grin. Aya was cuddled by his side, gazing at them with a clear excitement in her little eyes.

It was the last evening before Oksana would return to London and honestly, Eve wasn’t sure about her feelings, not at all.  That morning, - or rather day - when she woke up after Halloween night, she freaked out. How could she not? She fucked her student, did the stupidest thing she could’ve ever do. And what was even worst is that the sex was good, better then– hell, better than she even had in her last fucking marriage. Later, when she checked up on Oksana, when the girl was already in Russia, it cost her three glasses of wine and one failed attempt to masturbate to text her and initiate another session. Afterwards, laying naked and sweaty on the sheets, she hated herself, because what the actual fuck? Oksana went on the fucking funural, to bury her goddamn grandma and Eve couldn’t wait at least for a couple of days without her– without this. 

“Are you okay, mate?” she blinked away her thoughts about Oksana and switched her gaze back to Elena, who was helping her to roll up the Twister sheet. Bill was busy washing their glasses in the kitchen and Aya was deep in her sleep between the couch pillows. 

“I am. Why are you asking?”

“You were daydreaming a lot for the last two days and honestly, I’ve never seen you drinking this much. Not since you divorced Niko.”

Well… She’s not wrong here. Eve quickly averted her gaze, making Elena frown. 

“Is it… is it about the Astankova girl?” Eve let out a weak whine at her friend’s words and Elena gasped, eyes widened with realisation. “Oh my fucking god, you shagged her that night! After the Halloween party!” 

Eve hushed her, nodding in the kitchen direction. Elena carefully took her by wrist and tugged her around the corner, closer to the stairs. In the kitchen, Bill was humming quietly, probably too lost in his task to hear them. Much quieter, Elena continued “Fucking hell, Eve. Are you for real banging your student?”

Eve hissed at her “You promised not to judge!”

“I’m not judging! I’m just shocked that you actually did that,” Elena shot a quick look to the side. “Jesus, Bill will be so cocky about this. He won’t let you live in peace with that.”

“I know he won’t. Which is why it would never even happen again. We banged out our mutual attraction and will move on.”

Elena looked at her as if she just said the stupidest thing in the world “You know, you should really try to learn how to lie. Because this, Eve? This is bullshit. I bet you already made a deal to bang again once she’s back from Russia.”

Eve’s mouth opens and closes helplessly at the accusation. “I’m– I’m not gonna–”

“You totally are. Jesus Christ, Eve,” Elena let out a sigh and shook her head. “Look, I told you before, I’m not gonna judge you. You are both adults, even though your position is… concerning. Still, you should be careful. Can you promise me that?”

Can she? After they set the rules with Oksana, only to spit on them as if they meant nothing? No, probably no. And still, all Eve could say in return was a weak “Promise.”

Afterwards, when they said their goodbyes, Eve let herself breath again. Elena’s kind-of-support about her connection( not the relationship, stubbornly thought Eve) with Oksana was helpful, in some sense, but it also made her feel just a little anxious. She believed one hundred percent that Elena would keep her mouth shut about this whole thing, but if her friend managed to read right through it, what if someone else would guess too? And it’s not as if they were hiding. On the party at Hugo’s, there was plenty of students and literally anyone could’ve seen her cuddling in her nap at Oksana’s side, - well, at someone’s side, since Oksana still was wearing a mask most of the time, - or, which was most likely, someone could’ve seen them leaving together. Someone would have followed them out of curiosity to Eve’s house, to see them made out like some horny teenagers on the porch, and if someone actually saw them… 

Then they’re both fucked. 

With shaking hands she poured herself another glass of wine and emptied in a few big gulps. The phone rang in her pocket with a new message. From Oksana, of course.

V:

(photo attached)

Hey! I’m already at Sheremetyevo. Will be home around noon.

In the photo, Oksana was smiling at the camera with one of her little goofy grins. Her face was free of makeup, cheeks touched with pink from the cold air. Judging by the background, she probably was sitting in the hall of the airport. Eve couldn’t help, but smiled too.

Eve:

Hey you. Nice to hear it. Should I expect a souvenir? ;)

V:

Nope.

…

Maybe.

…

Well, yes, but it should’ve been a surprise. :(

Eve:

You literally threatened to bring me a matryoshka doll, you dick.

You already spoiled your surprise!

V:

Who says I actually bought it and not something else?

That piqued Eve’s attention.

Eve:

Oh? What is that?

V:

Nope. Not gonna tell you.

Before she could stop herself, Eve’s fingers already typed and sent a reply.

Eve:

Even if I’ll send you another pic?

Bad idea. Very, very bad idea. You already sent her drunk nudes, that was risky enough.

Oksana, on the other hand, took the bait.

V:

Depends on what I’ll see on this pic.

Eve took a short pause to think. She remembers how needy Oksana was, when she sent her a pic earlier, literally begging her to show her face. Maybe, just maybe , she could snap just one good selfie with her face on it. It’ll be totally enough, but was Eve herself ready for something like this? She heard all those stories about leaks of people nudes, sure, but Oksana didn’t seem to be the type of person who would’ve done something like that. 

Eve:

So you’re in or what?

V:

Like I wrote before - it depends .

Eve:

Okay, asshole. I’ll ask you straight: what do you want to see?

V:

What do you want to show me? :)

Ugh, what an absolute asshole. 

Eve let out a soft sigh, before opening a frontal camera. She snapped a few photos, simple selfies without something too spicy. She was still unsure though, as she chose the best photo, the one where her gaze at the camera was… sexy? Ugh, she’s really bad at this. Well, fuck it, she thought and send it anyway. 

Eve:

(photo attached)

Dots appears and disappears, while Oksana couldn’t decide what to answer and it makes Eve’s heart race faster with anxiety. She almost dropped her phone, when she got a reply. 

V:

You fucking gorgeous, Eve.

Is she? Eve’s eyes frown.

Eve:

Am I?

V:

Ugh, yeah? Can’t you see?

Well, no. She can’t. Even when she rolled up and took another glance at the selfie she sent, Eve couldn’t describe herself as gorgeous. Cute? Maybe. Beautiful? Doubtfully, in Eve’s own eyes, but maybe. But gorgeous? No, not really. Niko called her that, once or twice, but she didn’t believe him, because when she tried to ask what he’s finding gorgeous about her, he always said something like all of you , which was the lamest answer, that meant I don’t know, I just said it because I love you . Yet again, her fingers were faster than her mind.

Eve:

What is gorgeous about me?

V:

In your look or in general?

Both.

Eve:

In my look.

Here’s the dots again, but this time they didn’t disappears, as if Oksana was waiting for this question for her entire fucking life. 

V:

(voicemail attached)

One of Eve’s brows raised and she clicked on play. She heard Oksana’s voice, purring in a low half-whisper.

“If I’ll try to write all of the things I found attractive in you, we’ll be stuck here forever, so I hope it’s okay if I’ll send you a voicemail. I’ll be a liar if I say that I don’t have a thing for your hair, right? When I saw you for the first time in the class, I already knew that in this cute bun hiding a really, really nice thick mane.”

A shiver ran down Eve’s spine, when she remembers how Oksana was staring at her in the bathroom of the pub. She thought it was all about her in this too-tight dress, but now she knew that it wasn’t her body that made drunk Oksana this horny. Well, not only, thing.

“...you have a really nice body, too. When I saw you in this dress at the pub, the things I wanted to do to you…God, if you only knew.”

Eve:

Like what?

V:

(voicemail attached)

“Like to hop you up on the counter by faucet and have your beautiful thighs crush around my head.”

God, she hate her so fucking much.

Eve let out a soft sigh, as her thighs pressed against each other. She felt a familiar fire that started deep inside her, making her shift on the sheets. Her hand finds its way down her stomach and hides under the waistband of her shorts. Her underwear was a little wet. Fuck.

Eve:

Any chance that you could go somewhere private?

V:

Eve!!!

I thought I was finally free to tell you what a goddess you are and now you want to just snatch it away to get yourself off???

Well, yeah. Sort of.

Eve:

Maybe. 

It’s not my fault, blame you sexy voice for that.

V:

>:(

Well, I’m flattered, but as much as I’d loved to, I can’t. So now it’s your turn to be good and listen to me.

(voicemail attached)

“You have a really beautiful face. It’s always so serious, but when you smile or laugh, the way your eyes light up it feels as if someone turns on hundreds of Christmas garlands. Not the colorful ones, you know. The ones with warm, white light.”

Eve let out a soft snort, though Oksana’s words made her feel warmer inside. 

Eve:

That’s a very strange comparison. But cute.

She paused in the middle of typing out another message, looking at it with concern. Yet, in the end she decided to send it anyway.

Eve:

I’d love to see you tomorrow. Not right after your flight, of course. In the evening, if you’ll be free?

V:

Sure. Where?

I know one cute place in Marylebone. 

Eve:

No-no-no, that’s not necessary. 

I thought maybe we could’ve met at your place? 

V:

(voicemail attached)

"Oh, so it’s this kind of date?”

Eve:

Not a date. 

V:

:(

Oksana was nervous and it was quite unfamiliar for her. Well, not the feeling itself, but the reason for it. She just got back home from Heathrow and took a quick quick nap, but even after the sleep she needed, the girl still felt exhausted with anxiety. 

She was trying her best to clean her apartment before Eve’s arrival. Thankfully, it wasn’t so bad, since she wasn’t away for that long, but Oksana still took her time, checking everything in place and hiding what must to be hidden, like the tripod with the camera for work and a few toys she left in the bathroom, there’s no need to remind Eve about her alter ego. 

Oksana was unsure if she should cook something for dinner or just order delivery. In the end, she had a compromise with herself: she just ordered groceries and started to cook spaghettis and chopped some salad. Quite simple, nothing special. There is no need to make Eve uncomfortable. It’s not a date, the other woman made it clear. Besides, there’s no alcohol in her apartment and no candles, or sweet music for a romantic vibe and–

And her fucking heart raced when she heard the doorbell ringing, while she put the finishing touches on dinner. She checked her reflection in the mirror and let out an annoyed sigh, feeling a little self-conscious about her appearance. That was new too. She wanted to look casual, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that her oversized t-shirt and navy jeans, her makeup-free face weren’t good enough. On the other hand, if she decides to change into something more charming, more attractive, it’ll be too much for not-a-date. And, well, it was too late for it. 

“Hey,” Eve greeted her casually, when she opened the door. The woman shook a bottle in her hand, making Oksana’s attention switch from the other woman’s dark, beautiful eyes. “I– Um, I wasn’t sure if you’d like to have a drink, or what are you even drinking, so I bought a bottle of merlot. Is it okay?”

Oksana’s lips curl into a smirk, when she takes the bottle and lets Eve in the apartment “Well, you didn’t bring vodka, so we’re okay. First couple of times it was funny, the other twenty not so much.”

Eve chuckles, stepping into the flat and shedding her coat. “What, the stereotypes are all lies?” She teases, giving Oksana’s shoulder a playful bump of her own, as she follows the girl to the kitchen. “You should probably write me a list, so I know which are true or false.”

Oksana’s eyes travel up and down the other woman’s body, admiring her look. Perhaps, she wasn’t alone in her doubts about her clothes, but Eve centrally decided to wear something nice. Well, not just nice. In fact, Eve was wearing a dress, the same one she was wearing at the pub where they met, weeks ago. 

Sweet Jesus, she looks gorgeous, thought Oksana, letting her gaze wonder, until it settles on the other woman’s ass. Also, fuck her. Fuck Eve for all this not a date and then appearing in her apartment like this.

Meanwhile, Eve’s eyes move around the kitchen, as she takes in the surroundings. Her gaze lands on the dinner that was already done on the stove. “It smells good,” she says, walking over to the kitchen counter. “Spaghetti?”

“Yup. Hope you’ll like it,” Oksana responds, pulling out a chair for Eve. When the other woman sat down, the blonde put glasses on the table, along with the plates. She gave Eve a quick look. “Can you open the bottle? I’m not a wine person, so I might stab myself with a corkscrew.”

“Sure,” Eve chuckles, uncorking the bottle and pouring the wine into the glasses. “You seem nervous. Are you okay?”

“More than okay,” murmured Oksana. She put the food on plates and took her place across from Eve. “Are you okay, Eve?”

Eve smiled warmly at the blonde and picked up her fork, twirling a strand of spaghetti. “Sure. Just, you know... It’s good to see you.” She took a bite, savoring the taste, while Oksana just stared at her without blinking. Did she hear this right? Eve really said that she’s glad to see her? 

“This is really good,” She finally blinks, when Eve speaks and averts her gaze into her own plate. “Are you a cooking person?”

Oksana chuckled and shrugged, pushing her spaghettis around her plate. “Something like that. Having two little brothers with a father as the single parent did its trick.”

When she looked up, Eve was looking at her with sympathy. 

“You learn to cook by yourself, then?”

Oksana shook her head. “No, grandma teached me.”

Eve’s face suddenly changes “Oh, fuck. Sorry, I shouldn’t have ask–”

Unexpectedly even for herself, Oksana reaches out to cover Eve’s hand with hers. The other woman froze and the girl gave her a firm squeeze. “It’s okay, Eve.”

The rest of their dinner went peaceful. They were chatting about nothing. Oksana learned that Eve was quite a bad cook, which surprised her, but wasn’t really shocking: with the amount of homework she had, it was hard to imagine how much time for work the teacher needed. Expectacly, Eve asked her about her trip home and Oksana found herself spelling mostly truth, avoiding the bad stuff. Nobody likes bad stuff.

“I’ve made peace with my brother after a few years of radio silence,” she said casually, sipping the wine, while Eve listened to her carefully. “And I let my grandma rest in peace. So, I guess it’s good that I came back for these few days.”

“Will you ever go back home after you graduate? Permanently, I mean.”

Oksana’s face screwed, as she remembered her neighbors and shook her head. Eve didn’t ask further. After they finished dinner, Eve was washing dishes, not accepting a “no” for an answer, while Oksana took the wine glasses to her room (she felt a little ashamed, that she hadn’t a living room in her apartment), and then went back to the kitchen. She helped Eve dry the dishes with a towel.

“You know,” she said, standing so close to Eve, that her hair occasionally brushes the other woman’s shoulder. “You are my first guest here.”

Eve snorted in response “Yeah, sure. I bet you say that to any girl you’ve taken here with you.”

“You mean the hookups? Eve,” Oksana rolled her eyes and pushed the other woman with her hip. “Don't be jealous. And like I said, you are the first guest. The women I slept with here didn’t have dinners or spend the night.”

“Who says I’ll spend the night?”

Oksana let out a soft hum, before leaning in, burying her nose in Eve’s rich curls. 

“Your dress says,” She felt Eve froze, but didn’t pull away, even when Oksana’s moved closer, chest pressed against Eve's back and her hands found their way to the other woman’s hips. “I really liked it, you know? That evening in the pub.”

As the blonde took a deep breath, her nose immediately filled with the scent of Eve’s hair, spicy and light with a hint of citrus. Oksana lets out an involuntary noise of contentment, burying her nose deeper, her palms moved further, fingers met at Eve’s stomach. Slowly, the other woman turned in her arms, facing her and good lord. The want, the longing in those dark eyes almost made Oksana’s knees buckle. She felt a soft palm cupping her cheek gently and in the next moment, her lips already found Eve’s in a long, hungry kiss. When they pulled off, with Eve’s teeth nipping at her bottom lip briefly, Oksana felt as if she was punched.

“I think you should take it off then.”

Chapter Text

Their legs thumbled against each other, as they were trying to make it to Oksana’s bedroom without groping at the other’s bodies. Oksana’s t-shirt was lost somewhere in the hallway and Eve’s fingers were fighting with the buckle of her belt, as the blonde herself was too busy kissing her way down Eve’s neck. The back of her legs knocked against the edge of her bed and in the next moment she found herself on her back, with a lap full of Eve’s weight on top of her. Her palms ran up the other woman’s thighs, fingers slid under the hem of Eve’s dress. When they brushed at the apex between her legs, Oksana let out a shaky moan, finding out just how much Eve had been missing her those days.

“Eve, you’re soaking,” her thumb pressed at Eve’s clit through the thin layer of her panties, rubbing her in slow, tight circles. 

“And you are… fucking… impatient,” Eve’s voice, husky and stuttering with need was like a music for Oksana’s ears and she pressed harder against Eve’s wanting core, but soon enough, her wrists were caught and pressed down into the mattress above her head. Her eyes, probably mad with her own lust, quickly met Eve’s, as the woman lowered herself, grinding against the rough cloth of her jeans. Thick, dark curls were cascading down the other woman’s shoulders, as she leaned in, whispering into Oksana’s mouth. “Now, be good for me and lay still, okay?”

Sweet Jesus. This woman will be the death of her. 

All she could do was to nod quickly, before Eve’s mouth began to wonder. Down Oksana’s throat to her chest, while hands that were gripping her wrists slid down her forearms to her biceps, until they set down on the blonde’s breasts. Plump lips found her nipple, giving it a soft nip and then sucking it in her mouth, making Oksana’s back arch, her hips buckle under Eve’s, making the other woman ground harder against her. 

“Fuck, Eve… Please…” her voice in a high pitch when she felt a soft bite on the underside of her breast that was soothing immediately with the soft tongue.

“Be good, baby,” replied Eve and Oksana almost whimpered. Eve’s mouth moved lower, as her hands tugged at her semi-undone jeans. She looked like a goddess for Oksana, when she hopped off her lap to slide them down, along with underwear, only to sit between her legs. As Eve’s hand ran up and down the inner side of her thighs, she noticed the woman hesitate for a moment. “I– uh, I’ve never done it before, so if it sucks, well–”

And God, why is shy Eve even hotter than the dominant one? 

“It’ll be okay, Eve,” Oksana’s hand reached down, to caress the other woman’s cheek softly. Her heart did a flip, when Eve closed her eyes and leaned into her palm. “It’ll be okay because it's you.”

She watched in awe as Eve’s mouth brushed against her hip bone and then moved over, kissing and sucking her way down her right thigh. Oksana’s legs tremble, when she moved closer to her dripping core and finally, fucking finally, Eve’s tongue unsurely touched her where she needed her most. Her eyes rolled, lips parted with a sigh of relief, as the other woman’s mouth began to slowly study her. The first few strokes on her slit, from entrance to her swollen clit, made Oksana’s toes curl into the sheets, trying her best not to buckle her hips. Hurting Eve due to her own carelessness was the last thing she wanted.

“Fuck, Eve... Like this…” she whispers in a hushed voice, burying her long fingers in those messy curls even further. She heard Eve groan into her and the vibration against her sensitive core almost brought her over the edge.

Eve, meanwhile, was in no rush, taking her time, feasting on her for the first time. Tasting the girl she knew she wanted ever since she saw her on that goddamn site. And oh boy, the experience was something entirely new. Musky taste of Oksana’s desire on her tongue, her hand in her hair and those little breathy moans makes Eve double her efforts, searching her own way to please her. She pressed a soft open mouthed kiss against the blonde’s folds before moving higher, giving her clit an experimented lick. Her eyes darted up. Oksana’s eyes snapped open and her unfocused gaze met Eve’s. She was totally, utterly wrecked. Eve’s hand moved on its own to Oksana’s stomach  and higher, until her palm found the girl's breast, squeezing it gently. And Oksana’s hand covered hers right away.

“Is it okay?” found her voice Eve, diving back right away, sucking harder, brushing the sensitive nub with the tip of her tongue. 

“M-more than okay. You’re doing great,” Oksana’s fingers squeeze her palm with a soft mewl. She licked her lips before adding in a soft whisper. “God, fucking fantastic.”

Her hips began to move in short, slow thrusts and Eve managed pretty quickly to get along with the blonde’s reactions, sucking with every rising of Oksana’s hips and soft soothing of the tongue on falls. She felt the thighs on the sides of her head tremble, knowing for sure. Oksana was close. 

A low, husky groan ripped from the girl’s chest, as thighs tighten around the other woman’s head. “E-eeve…”

“Let go, baby,” murmured Eve into her core. “Be a good girl and come on my tongue.”

Oksana’s body arched off the bed, hands clenching hard on Eve’s palm and hair. A loud, almost animalistic moan left her lips as she came. Pleasure washed over her body, making her hips shake uncontrollably. On bare instinct, Eve pressed her down, her tongue going flat against the Oksana’s pulsing core, soothing her. Finally, The blonde’s body relaxed and fell limply back on the sheets, wet with her sweat and arousal.

Eve kisses her thigh, then the sharp knee and then raised from between her legs. She let herself fall next to Oksana, her eyes roaming all over the girl’s face and body. When Oksana’s breathing returned to normal, she let out a soft hum. “Well, fuck…”

Eve’s hand reached out to stroke Oksana’s cheek, still warm with a blush. “Was it okay?”

“Are you kidding me? It was A-fucking- plus, Eve” murmured Oksana with a weak smile. She nuzzles into the other woman’s palm, letting her brush away some strands of her hair behind her ear. The touch felt nice. “Damn, it was the best orgasm I’ve had in years.”

Even ever, probably. But Oksana won’t say it outloud.

Her words warm Eve’s chest with pride, but the woman quickly brushes it away, shaking her head with a giggle. “Well, as long as it wasn't terrible, I’m glad.”

They laid peacefully, for a while. Nobody said a word and the only sound that could’ve cut the silence was the soft rustling of the sheets, when Oksana reached for Eve’s arm, tugging her closer. And Eve let her, of course she did. She cuddled at Oksana’s warm side, hiking her leg on the blonde’s hips, while her head found its place on Oksana’s bare chest. She felt a familiar hand raking its fingers in her hair, well polished nails scratched at her scalp.  

“Tell me more about yourself.”

The question seemed to take not only Oksana but Eve herself by surprise. Long fingers that tangled in her wild dark curls froze and Eve, raising her head, left a few soft kisses on the middle of her chest. When her gaze moved higher, she noticed that Oksana’s gaze was thoughtfully fixed on the ceiling.

“What do you want to know?” Oksana’s reply was in a soft, quiet whisper, her fingers renewing its play carefully with Eve’s curls.

Eve almost purred under her gentle touches. “Dunno. Anything, I guess? I– I actually know almost nothing about you, besides the stuff in your file.”

Oksana giggled quietly, her chest vibrating under Eve’s cheek. “I mean, you know I’m getting loud when I finish after a really good oral, so technically you know more about me than most people do.”

She gasped, when Eve gave her nipple a nip. “Don’t be a dick. Come on, I want to know you.”

But what about the rules? The ones that we kept breaking over and over, wanted to ask her Oksana, but bit on her tongue. Eve let out a soft sigh, before she talked again. “Just tell me... Whatever. Like, what’s your favorite color or what do you like to eat for breakfast? How’d you end up with The Twelve? What kind of friends do you have? Have you ever fallen in love? What were your parents like? I just– want to know everything about you.”

Oksana hummed quietly. For a moment, they again fell into a pleasant, comfortable silence for both of them. For Eve it was unusual, but not in a bad way. Niko was the talker in their relationship and he was even more talkative than usual after sex. When he and Eve were young, before marriage, this habit of his seemed cute to her. Then they were in love and just getting to know each other, therefore these conversations were interesting and deep for both of them. But over the years in marriage, the topics for conversation were exhausted, turning into forced small talk, but her husband’s habit remained. As if on some subconscious level, he was afraid to simply be with Eve in complete silence. Oksana didn’t seem to have such a problem(or she just doesn’t care, whispered a slippery little voice of insecurity in Eve’s head). She’s in no hurry, she did not try to fill the resulting silence with an unnecessary stream of meaningless phrases. And Eve for the first time understood and allowed herself to feel this comfort with her. From simply lying naked in the same bed with your partner, from unobtrusive soft touches, from her smell and the warmth of her body.

I wanna know you, because I think I might be falling for you and it scares me shitless.

The thought scared her, it really did. But for some reason, Eve didn’t brush it off, letting it find its place in her mind. Her eyes were already beginning to close sleepily when Oksana spoke to her.

“My favorite color is yellow,” hearing her quiet, barely perceptible voice, Eve gently rubbed her cheek against Oksana’s warm skin. “For breakfast I prefer an omelet with tomatoes and grilled cheese.”

Thought of you as a smoothie-on-breakfast type of girl, thought Eve with a small grin.

“I have no friends. Well, in the usual sense of the word, at least,” she felt a frown in Oksana’s voice. “There are no people to whom I would open my soul or do whatever else real friends should be doing. Kenny comes closest to the description of a friend, but I think this is a one-time story.”

Eve hummed in a low voice and reached out for Oksana’s palm, which was resting on the blonde’s stomach. She intervened their fingers, her thumb brush on Oksana’s knuckle. “What do you mean with the one-time story?”

“I mean, that walking in the same classes together is all that binds us together. As soon as we graduate from university both of us most likely will go their own way and won’t look back. Okay, what next– Oh, yes, I did fall in love once.”

Eve blinked slowly and looked up at Oksana, who’s gaze was still glued to the ceiling.

“And?”

“And what ?”

“What was she like?”

Oksana hummed quietly.

“She was older than me. Kind, smart. Attractive. Was speaking in French really good, which was phenomenal for a shit hole like my village.”

“Krasnodusk?”

Oksana snorted. “It’s Krasnokamsk ,” she pronounced in pure russian, which made the city name much sharper. “It’s the city where I was studying, but I lived in the village right outside. In Konetsbor. My father, Anatoly, was a military serviceman back in the Soviet Union. He bought a house there, when he retired after Chechnya. Well, not really a house, more like a fucking barn , but he managed to renovate it.”

“So, he became a farmer?”

Oksana huffed. “In his dreams. He tried to, of course, but all I can remember is a few half-dead chickens walking in our yard and a few vegetable beds that never grew a shit.”

Eve felt Oksana’s fingers tighten in her grasp, when she asked. “How did he– how did he die? Is it okay to ask?”

“Uh… It was two– or three years ago? I don’t know for sure, I was already here when it happened and we didn’t talk to each other for a while then. We began to grow cold to each other after he married his new wife.”

“So, do you know–”

“I don’t know, I didn’t care at the time,” muttered Oksana under her breath. “Look, he wasn’t– the best dad, okay? It was tough, but manageable, when he married my stepmother, but when he found out about my– That I’m different , he kicked me out. He kicked me out of my home and after that, I was on my own. So, when my brother texted that he died I didn’t answer. I didn’t fly back to his funeral and it cost me years of bad blood with Pyotr.”

Oksana felt a familiar, pathetic feeling of the tightness in her chest. She swallowed the knot in her throat and tried to roll on her side, to face away from Eve, but the other woman caught her wrists.

“Hey. Don’t do that, it's okay.” Eve circled her arms around Oksana, bringing the blonde into a cuddle. Oksana’s forehead pressed into her collarbone, her breath tickling her skin. She ran her palms up and down her naked back, comforting. Grounding. “My god, Oksana. I’m sorry, so sorry.”

“–’s fine. I’m fine.” muttered Oksana into her neck. She blinked away her tears and coughed, so her voice won’t be too pathetic and weak. “It… It was my grandma. She gave me money, so I could've studied here. It was her gift on my eighteenth birthday.”

Eve didn’t say anything. Just listened to Oksana, while her hands kept caressing the soft, smooth skin of the girl’s back.

“It was enough to pay for the first year. But I managed to come here only when I turned twenty, when I saved enough money to buy a ticket and get a visa. For a while, everything was fine. I found a local community, with people like me. You know, other russian immigrants. They helped me settle in and some guy, Konstantin, got me a job. Not that one, I used to work in a boutique for some time. Well, long story short, it was enough to pay my bills, but I didn’t get a grant for the second year. Dean Martens almost kicked me out, but she gave me two weeks to find money. So, I asked Konstantin for another job, the one where I can receive enough money to pay for my study.”

“And he did not find anything better than a fucking webcam?”

Oksana shook her head. “He wasn’t happy about it either. His business went to shit. Something with taxes. So when I asked him for help, he was already almost broke, with divorce in the process, working as a curator for those guys from The Twelve. I was desperate and he agreed to take me in as one of the models.”

Eve’s eyes narrow at Oksana’s words. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that it's pretty unlikely that a girl like Oksana would’ve worked at a webcam without need. Still, she felt an ugly pang of disgust of herself. For being one of those who paid her to see her body, to jerk off on the sight of it, on the sound of her voice, on– on her everything. 

She kept falling deeper and deeper in this rabbit hole of self hate, until she felt her own body gently, but surely being rolled off of the blonde. Then, Eve felt the familiar weight of Oksana’s body on top of her, as the girl crawled between her legs, warm fingers carefully hiked her dress up, until it stuck under her breasts.

“Enough talking,” murmured Oksana into her neck. Eve let out a soft sigh, feeling her own need throbbing deep in her core, still unsatisfied. She helped Oksana tug her dress completely off of her body. When her now almost naked form laid back on the sheets, she heard Oksana’s soft whisper again. “Takaya krasivaya. I think I should fulfill my promise, hm?”

A promise? What promise? Wanted to ask Eve, when it suddenly hit her.

I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress with my strap once I’ll be back in London.