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It’s been a long eighteen days in America for Villanelle, she’s been expanding her businesses overseas with Konstantin but now she just wants to get home to her wife. It’s been nearly a whole year since Eve came into her life and what a fantastic year she’s had with her. It’s nearly the end of November again, how did it go that quick?
Eve wasn’t overly fussed about her going to America without her, she knew she’d miss her so bad and that this would be the longest time they’ve ever spent apart. Trying to get the time off work for Eve to go with her was just too difficult, especially all the time they had off a few months ago and they’re right in the middle of a huge operation she couldn’t possibly leave Bill to deal with it all.
So the night Villanelle told her she would have to go away for eighteen days it didn’t go down well.
There’s been endless sexting, texting, phone calls, FaceTimes, messages and phone sex but nothing beats just being with each other. They both miss each other desperately,
She stares out of the airport window to a swirl of snow smearing across the glass and slowly growing on the tarmac below. Her face drops, her soul deflates and her head bangs against the glass gently as the tannoy announces a delay. She feels sick as she gets out her phone
‘My flight is delayed by at least 3 hours, it’s the weather x’ - V
‘Aww for fucks sake! I won’t even see you properly tonight now’ - E
‘You can’t be angry at me for this, you can’t blame the weather on me x’ - V
‘I’m not angry! I’m upset!’ - E
‘You are angry, you’re not putting kisses on the end of your messages x’ - v
‘Xx’ - E
‘That’s better baby, don’t make me punish you when I haven’t seen you in eighteen days! x’ - V
‘Yes! Please do! Punish me! Hurt me! Torture me! Just come home and fucking be with me x’ - E
‘As fast as I can baby I promise, have a drink with Elena after work? Have a bath and a wine? Fuck, go carolling if you have too. Anything to pass the time. Just please wait for me. I love you x’ - V
‘Love you too baby. I’m sorry. I just miss you so much, the house feels empty. I haven’t been able to sleep well since you’ve been gone and with our time difference I’ve been awake talking to you most nights AND I want to put up OUR Christmas tree…TOGETHER! x’ - E
Vilanelle’s had enough, reading that last text has just tipped her over the edge, she wants Eve and she needs to see her now, even if it’s just to hold her while she sleeps. Eve needs her. She heads over to the desk pushing in front of people.
“Look I need to fly out of here now! Get me on any God damn plane, all right? I have enough miles to orbit the sun”
She’s willing to fly cattle class or even on the wing of the plane if it gets her there quicker
“I'm sorry, ma'am. All flights are grounded until the snow clears. There's nothing more I can do”
“Well, refer me to someone who can do something”
She slides her credit card across the desk
“That would be God, ma'am”
He slides it back to her
“Oh. Her”
She picks up the card admitting defeat
Eve is so tired with working long hours and she has been out drinking a lot lately with Elena and Bill, anything to not be in the house on her own, she just hopes she can stay awake for Villanelle.
Another few hours pass at the airport and another few coffees have been drank, they’re in a separate part of the airport, the FBO. Usually Villanelle never sees this part she’s straight through and onto her jet but today she’s had to use the facilities.
“Another hour delay has been added on to all flights but I’ve asked if they can board you and I into your jet so that you can sleep” Konstantin says handing Villanelle another coffee. He takes out his hip flask and adds brandy to his
“That’ll please Eve! Why did the shitty snowy weather have to happen TO-DAY?! RIGHT NOW?!”
“Will you calm down?”
“I am calm!!” She says standing up, pressing against a wall to stretch her shoulders
“Oh God I just want my wife. I just haven’t been laid in eighteen days!!”
“A little louder Villanelle? I don’t think the pilot heard you!”
“Fuck saaaake. Eve needs me” she whines
“There are some things darling niece that you can keep a secret from your uncle too!”
He pulls out a newspaper and starts to read
Villanelle takes out her phone to look at all the pictures of Eve they have sent each other the last few days. Eve attempting to cook, Eve at work, Eve in the doorway of their very own red room, it’s untouched.. Eve naked, Eve naked, Eve naked. Oh to reach out and touch her. She doesn’t know how long she’s been staring at these pictures
The pilot comes out and over to Villanelle and Konstantin as she fumbles about hiding her phone
“We can board now” he says
“Yes!! Laid city here we come!”
She grabs her Louis Vuitton hand luggage bag and storms ahead of Konstantin
For once Villanelle is so happy to have her own jet, they are escorted out onto the tarmac, it’s very windy and cold. Someone is loading her bags on board, she practically runs up the steps shortly followed by Konstantin
She turns to the pilot
“Fast as you can yes? My wife is waiting for me” she goes to take her seat
“Yes Mrs Astankova”
“If she falls asleep in the next ten minutes. Let’s not wake her yes?” Konstantin says with a smile
“Yes Mr Vasiliev” the pilot reciprocates the smile like a small inside joke has been shared
He takes his seat while Villanelle is already getting comfortable with an eye mask and her blanket, she pulls the window blind down and she’s out for the count.
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She must’ve slept incredibly well, nearly all the way, she didn’t even feel the plane take off. As she wakes there’s only an hour and a half left of the flight and about an hour back to her place from London Heathrow’s Airport. She calculates in about two and half hours she’ll be face down between Eve’s thighs. If she’s quick. That thought just consumes her.
‘Be about two and a half hours now baby, you better be waiting with your legs spread wide just for me x’ - V
‘Just getting home, I’ve been out with Elena. Going to have another drink and I’ll go up to our room. I’m dripping wet hurry baby please or I’ll be sorting myself out x’ - E
The wait from hell is over as the plane descends and lands. Villanelle’s seatbelt is un clicked as they’re still taxiing down the runway.
Two cars await for them as the doors open to the pitch black dark London sky
“What time is it?” Villanelle asks the air hostess. She’s lost all sense what with the time difference, the delay and she’s slept since then.
“12:45am Mrs Astankova”
“Shit! I should’ve landed hours ago! Eve has work at 6am”
She bolts it down the steps and jumps into her waiting car yelling goodbye to Konstantin and that she’ll call him tomorrow.
The heated seats and warm car are welcome
“Evening Mrs Astankova, how was your flight?” Yusuf says as he gets in the front after putting Villanelle’s cases in the boot
“Yusuf! Yes very good, listen I need to get home asap. Can you do that for me?”
“I can try, there’s road works going on a lot around the Hammersmith and Mayfair area though which is where uh unfortunately—you live”
“Oh for fucks sake!”
She bangs the door in a huff
“I’ll try my best”
An hour later she’s still twenty minutes away, there’s road signs, diversions and machinery around every corner they take aswell as other cars, taxis and delivery lorries.
“Why are trucks delivering at night time?!”
Villanelle clearly agitated her fingers to her temples
“Doesn’t your delivery for the club come at night?”
“Well yes! But that’s different. Someone has to be there to authorise the delivery. I only open at nights!”
“And evenings now”
“Oh yes, I keep forgetting”
The club got so incredibly busy and popular that for everyone to have an experience they had to extend their opening hours, the evening for the people who just finished work and fancy a drink and the night for the real drunk club goers.
He manages to drive a whole twenty feet before they’re stopped again
“If I see another orange cone I’ll stick it up someone’s arse!!”
Yusuf suddenly looks in the firing line
“Not you!” She sees him with a terrified look in his eyes.
More reflective lights appear road after road after road driving Villanelle round the bend. Her head in her hands, the ache between her legs, the feeling of being useless just over takes. She runs her hands over her face and through her hair watching the clock tick by another minute as they’ve stayed stationary for about seven minutes. Her house is about a ten minute walk, five if she runs
“Screw this!” She says undoing her seatbelt and opening the car door
“My wife needs me. Yusuf, can you park the car for me please in the garage and just leave my luggage in the boot. I’ll get it in the morning”
“Yes Mrs Astan—“
She slams the door behind her, breaking into a run, her high heeled boots slamming Into the pavement as she literally chases after an orgasm. Light snow gently falling around her as she passes Christmas lights
Her road nearly in sight as she passes all of the London Town houses, passes every tree with a stupid little fence around it to stop dogs peeing on them. Through a very small park just for the residents of these streets onto her pavement and the house is in sight.
She stands still, looking at their house, snow still falling lightly around her making her cold but what a beautiful sight. Her house, her wife, her life.
The lights are on, the purple hysteria flowers still snaking up the walls, smoke coming from the chimney meaning Eve has had the fire on. She breaks out into a run one more time, through the gate and up the steps she bursts through the door. Eve left it open for her.
Leaning back on the door she catches her breath. Her heart beat racing. From the hallway you can see right down into the kitchen and living area with floor to ceiling windows looking out to their outdoor pool. Pictures of them in the Maldives on the walls, to her left is a mirror on the wall with some space to put their keys, mail, coats and shoes and some plant Eve grew fond of to give the place ‘a splash of colour’, Everything is clean, white and bright.
“Eve?” She calls out
Eve doesn’t like shoes on the carpet upstairs so she whips off her boots and puts them on the rack.
The soft warm cream carpet under her feet as she runs up the stairs, pulling the banister as if she’ll get there any quicker
“Eve?”
Their bedroom door open, bathroom door open, both spare room doors are open. The only room that’s closed is the Red Room door.
Biting her lip she edges towards the door with a big smile on her face
“Eve baby?”
Still no answer which is unusual, this room isn’t soundproof. She pulls the handle down and steps in, her eyes adjusting to the change in light, she walks towards the bed.
“Eve?”
There on the bed is a curled up Eve fast asleep, blanket draped over her, curls wildly splayed across the silk sheets. She has toys laid out on the bed ready and one in her hand.
“Eve?” Villanelle whispers nudging her gently and leaning over her
“Eve? Baby I’m here”
Eve mumbles but then moves making herself comfortable, she hasn’t heard a thing. Villanelle sighs at her lovingly. She’s long gone, she wouldn’t wake her for the world, she knows she’s been working hard lately and she looks exhausted. She does whisper to her though
“Eve, We’re not supposed to sleep in here, that’s the rules. Rule number four specifically”
She gestures to the little hand made framed list of rules that Eve made as a joke but Villanelle liked it so much she put it up in their red room.
Such a little gesture from Eve but meant the world to her. Since all the rules she ever had went out the window when Eve came into her life, they made up some rules of their own so Villanelle felt comfortable and more in control.
She smiles at her, bringing a curl from her face. She somehow manages to slide out the vibrator she had fallen asleep with in her hand and puts it to the side with a smirk on her face, she scoops her up carefully and easily under her legs and shoulders. Eve’s head rolls to her chest but she still doesn’t wake.
“C’mon baby. Let’s get you to bed”
She walks her across the landing and into their room. Placing her gently on the bed and pulling the heavy white duvet over her, she switches out the bed side lamp before placing a light kiss on her forehead
“Goodnight baby. I love you”
She closes the door ever so quietly before going back downstairs and into the kitchen. A beautiful white open plan kitchen, Eve can’t cook to save her life but she seemed adamant on having a nice kitchen with a breakfast bar. Villanelle didn’t protest much as they done it three times on the marble top alone.
She makes herself a coffee slipping a disc into the coffee machine and pressing a button. Stream pours from the machine as it fills the glass for her, she puts the TV on and sits on the couch overlooking their outdoor pool just to wind down.
She can hear Yusuf parking the car in the garage as she locks the front door. Heading for the bathroom she takes a shower, standing under the colourful lights of the waterfall shower head, her hands glide between her legs caressing her folds. She moans with frustration, she didn’t want to do it herself, one hand forward on the tiles holding her up she closes her eyes and clenches her teeth. Oh God she just wants Eve. What the hell is she doing in here when the women she desperately wants is laying in the next room?! She rips her hand from herself and gets out onto the heated floor, drying herself very quickly with a fresh towel from the rack.
She lathers herself in moisturiser quickly and gets on her T-shirt and shorts loungewear from the drawers in the bathroom. Sliding the bedroom door handle back down quietly she creeps into the bedroom. Eve is still fast asleep snoring, she slides in beside her wrapping her arms around her. Tucking her legs underneath her Eve becomes the little spoon. She kisses her bare shoulder and buries her head in her curls, inhaling her deeply. God she missed this. Just being with her, laying next to her soothes Villanelle. It’s a calmness she can’t describe. A safe place, the first place that has ever felt like home, her heartbeat slows to a contented beat
“I’m sorry I’m late baby” she whispers into dark