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The restraint she had for decency was crumbling, it has been far too long since she has been having dreams of him and the impulsiveness that was taking over her and gripping her mind to just snatch what V had forgotten about in such a rush. Recently she has been waking up to him gone, breakfast was always served however and her own thoughts were being clouded with something else she was repulsed with.
The gloves was hanging on the edge of the open drawer as if hastily searched through and left the way it is, her hands were growing cold with shame from the unusual behaviour she was being confronted with. That selfish need she can’t keep to herself anymore and had to own up to, and the result was her bending down to reach for the drawer, a trembling hand she couldn’t retract back anymore.
As soon as she catches a feel of the material of the glove, her tense chest strained by the breath she held finally depresses. This would suffice, she thought, it felt way too cool though, the absence of his hand warmly reaching out back to her and needing it made it even more feel so good and forbidden, it could almost make her cry out of frustration.
It didn’t ever feel right, no matter how many times she would brush her hands against him. And no matter how she would let her self-dignity go and feel his worn clothes folded in the laundry, and the lingering heat he had around her when he was close enough for her to feel his breath. She waves off her sensitivity to his presence, and passes down the fingertips of the gloves and runs down slower where his knuckles would be, then the dip in between his thumb and forefinger. She pressed her finger down more, to feel the thickness of it better and what it could be like to ever touch him so gently.
What could his response even be? Evey takes a quick look around the room, she wasn’t supposed to be there in his domain. It was dark but she could still safely roam around, she won’t risk getting caught though so she neatly folds the forgotten garment that was splayed next to a pile of other garments and into her pocket it stays.
She slipped out of the room before the unexplainable feeling she felt crept and added to the suspicious scarlet cheeks she already bore, she quietly closed the door behind her and went past the middle of the Shadow Gallery where no soul could be found and rushed inside her room, as if reprehension to guilt her out of to the blossoming desire she couldn’t contain.
V wasn’t going to be in the Shadow Gallery anytime soon, nor would he be wandering in the depths of the tunnels.
'10:37 A.M'
The wristwatch she brought reads and she sighs in content, the worry washing away the moment she leans on the already locked door behind her. Like a thief desperately hiding somewhere safe, but also being suffocated at the thought of wanting to conceal themselves further to bear no guilt and get away scot free. Four hours more till V comes back, but I'll need more than that to either clear my mind or give in to this. She reminds herself as she got up, scrambling turn off the bedside lamp, but she hesitates and doesn’t flick it off. Afraid of what she would do when the darkness consumes the room and only be illuminated by the light from the halls.
She breathes in deeply and weakly releases an exhale, the adrenaline she felt wasn't wearing off but the daze of her yearning was settling in. She closes her eyes for a moment to clear her thoughts in hopes he would occupy her mind completely instead and dared to run down her hands down her inner thighs, her eyes are now heavy and the heat of her skin was building up just like what she felt when she woke up earlier from the dream she had of him.
"How shameless Evey."
She could already hear his voice rumbling close to her ear with his tone so scrutinizing. It gave her no choice but to slowly close the weight of her lidded eyes, finally flick the light off and throw herself lying on her stomach to bury deep into her bed to muffle the chill she shivered from hearing his voice in her thoughts. Revelling in being able to imagine him saying what she wanted to hear.
Oh the luxury of it being the eloquent V, his already husky voice being emphasized by the mask and its chambers to further rumble deeply when he spoke low made her knees buckle at times.
With her face now buried deep in her chill covers, extinguished the simmering heat from the rush of blood that was thrumming from the rush the moment she slipped into his room and whisk away a singular glove.
And now, her pulse drums at pace with her quickening heartbeat.
"Evey, look at me when I’m talking to you."
She gasped immediately turning herself over to face the ceiling, it was from her head but it suddenly sounded too real. It almost made her think that he was in her room, creeping somewhere in the corners better than she could’ve ever imagined it.
The cuff of the gloves poked her wrist and she recoiled, anxious of the possibility of him being near as she touched herself in complete darkness, the rush of it all making her slightly disoriented. But, she bravely reaches for it in the pockets of her jacket and holds it close to her side, not quite ready for it to be so near her body that was being consumed once more by the radiating eagerness and warmth that seared her nape and cheeks.
Both by embarrassment and that, that lust.
She doesn’t understand what she wants, what her body wants, but in the darkness it was as if she began to strip and lose herself at the idea and the selfish desire. Her free hand gingerly slips inside the glove, and she pulls her gloved hand close to tug its cuff to snugly fit at the loose ends of its fingertips. Her ungloved hand rests on top of her chest, breath so ragged yet slow, trying to catch her breath and control it. The gloved hand was facing her face and just how she always dreamed of it to do to her, the tips of the gloves first pressed on her cheeks ever so lightly but with the caution V had when she held her.
"Simply so delicate, my dear Evey."
She sharply but deeply inhales as the image from what she recalls from her dream has begun to emerge in her mind, V sitting across her but leant in so close to touch her face in his study in the dimly lit room. While she was there, gripping onto the sides of the armchair, sinking into it and so lost by his touches, so light that it ghosted and tickled her skin that wanted more and more it made her want to throw herself at him.
"Don’t look away, I want to see you, all of you when. I --do --this."
His hand trailed over her cheeks but for her quivering lips, wanting to speak and whine for him and nothing else. It traces her cupid's bow, the corners of her lips, her gasping moistening the gloves and making it so much easier for his fingers to stop in the middle and push her bottom lip. For what might happen next.
She couldn’t help but look away in embarrassment, as she gasps and her back archs at the torturing tenderness she knew he would take time with, but nevertheless, she knew how generous he was to her by simply touching her.
"Shh, mon chatounette, slowly now. Don’t bite me." His voice purrs and she whimpers raggedly and at the same time V sighs in wonder as he smoothly moves his fingers further past her lips and in the heat of her mouth.
Her ungloved hand doesn’t dip into the feeling of tingling on her belly and the numbness of want in between her legs just yet, she raises and stops at her collarbone and painstakingly ghosts her hands over her sensitive chest. Circling on the tenderness and its sensitivity, before she finally decides to tease the inner side of her still clothed thighs and further in.
"So delicate, my dear, my Evey." His voice now reduced to a whisper, but the breath under his mask mixing in with her developing panting. His fingers slip away and trace her jaw, down her throat, and momentarily clasps so warily to tease her.
And with that her head finally spins and her ungloved hand lingers around her core in circles, not quite too eager to give in just yet and fulfill herself the release she needed. She wanted it to build up, make her sweat, and be an exaggeration of his vigilance to not hurt her, but to keep her on edge. She wanted to shiver and whine for more, for his bare touch, for flesh on flesh.
The bare one halts on the center of her entrance and her legs willingly open wider and drop to its sides, she hisses at the wetness that has dampened her trousers and the pressure paired with the imagination of him racing a hand to meet hers and push it away.
"No, let me do it my love. I want to see you give in and relax, you’re just so obvious, yet you shy away? You know you never cease to surprise me with the way you talk but I want you to tell me what is it that’s been bothering you and I would give anything you ask for Evey. "
"Just, tell me."
The inside of the loose glove was getting slippery from her clammy hands and it distracted her, she turned to her side instead and popped the unbearable tightness of her trousers and pulled them off with her feet. As the glove hits her searing skin, its chill makes her buck her hips and the moment her middle finger latches on to her bare clit. She couldn’t help but slip in the finger inch by inch, till she was satisfied with how it filled her.
Her own groans fuelled what she wanted to hear from V, what it could’ve been like when he himself groaned with the same desire she felt.
Her senses were drowned out and coupled with the pitch black darkness of her room, with her body burrowed in her covers, what only mattered was her heightened pleasure, the moans she couldn't conceal, and perhaps the footsteps that were nearing and slipped in and out of threat which he has had enough of for today.
He strolled in a bouncy cadence produced by his quickened pace, always under the presumption that she could be in danger.
He wonders, what could she be doing now? What does she do when he’s away?
'11:01 A.M'
The forgotten wristwatch reads, he was earlier than she thought he would be, and her time was now dependent on her own hands and selfless indulgence.