The Assassin

If she closed her eyes for a moment, she could almost pretend that she was doing one of her regular workouts; the soft sounds of exertion, the gentle touch of perspiration rolling down her skin. But the feel of the other woman's body against hers did not let her escape into the fantasy of the mundane. Eve opened her eyes again to see the strands of red hair in front of her face, the dark liquid eyes that met hers briefly, before returning to focus on other parts of her body. Eve grit her teeth and moved her hand down the back of the other girl's neck.
"I don't want to do this," she muttered through her teeth. The other woman chuckled lightly, one of her hands finding a similar grip against Eve's skin, obviously mistaking the meaning behind the words, the intent of the gesture.
"You already are, just relax and go with it," she whispered back. Eve tightened her grasp on the neck, the other hand moving across bare skin to rest against the woman's chin, drawing another pleasurable sound from her mouth, but Eve's response was to growl in frustration. This wasn't the moment to hesitate, but she couldn't continue denying it; she was enjoying herself, enjoying this woman.
"I'm sorry," she murmured into her ear as she leant forwards and tightened her grasp of the neck and jaw. The girl barely had time to register surprise at the apology, before Eve twisted, the neck breaking with a sickening crack. The girl cried once, sharply, before her body went slack in Eve's arms. The assassin remained still for a whole minute, allowing her breathing to fall back to normal before unentangling herself from the body. Her hands shook slightly, and she gave them a rage-filled glare at the betrayal as she quickly slipped back into her clothes.
"Get it together, dammit," she hissed at herself angrily. This was her job, she couldn't let personal feelings cloud her ability to carry it out. But she nearly had. Eve made the mistake of giving her target's body a final look before turning to leave; the girl's face was frozen in a look of shock, hurt, betrayal. She choked back the suddenly rising sick feeling in her throat, and stormed off into the night just as it began to rain, welcoming the cold droplets of water that obscured her tears. The sooner they washed away, the sooner she could pretend they hadn't happened. Forcing a tiny smile, she slid both pistols out of their holsters and continued walking. It was already time for the next job.

Eve

Hair: Noah - night - >TRUTH<
Belt: MACHETE BELT - Messer Co.
Tattoo: deviation from normality [dark] *tattoo* - Dystopia
Guns: *BREACH* USPs
Boots: Boots - Hazard - *Starz*
Skin: D-Skin58_F0_E0_L1
Dress Picture 1: ++Randomocity++ Apocalypse Dress - Blue - Torn and Bloody
Dress Picture 2: ++Randomocity++ Apocalypse Dress - Blue - New

Bailey

Hair: >TRUTH< Betty Streaked - burgundy (Truth Hawkes)
Eyes: CHAI Eyes +Allure+ [GEMINI 1] small pupil (Launa Fauna)

Tattoo: ++ Randomocity ++ Arcane Magic Rune Tat - Red!
Dress: ++Randomocity++ Apocalypse Dress - Red - Torn
Gloves: *League* Fingerless Wool Gloves -Multistripe- (Nena Janus)
Undershirt: *League* Black Duct Tape