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“You should have stuck with playing a hero,” Kaitlyn snapped. “It would have suited you better.” 

The villain smiled back at her. It was nothing like the adoring smiles of earlier, so bright and kind, and yet it suited her. She’d said her name was Bridget, when they were introduced, but Kaitlyn was no longer certain if that was true. 

“I’m not sure you truly think so,” the villain murmured. She examined Kaitlyn - bound to a chair, generally furious with her own idiocy in trusting the woman in front of her. “Don’t get me wrong,” Bridget said, “I do think you took some pleasure out of watching me play white knight for you. You don’t often get the chance to be treated like a maiden fair in need of rescuing, do you?”

“I don’t need anyone to rescue me.” She was a hero! It was literally in her job description that she should be the one running around saving people, not the other way around. 

And, if Bridget was perhaps a little bit right, and it had been nice to have someone powerful on her side acting all chivalrous for once, well…that was neither here nor there! 

The villain’s smile grew, and it was nothing like the adoring smiles of earlier, but it made heat bolt through Kaitlyn’s stomach. She swallowed and jutted her chin up in defiance of the feeling. 

“Don’t you?” the villain asked. Her hand rose, brushing Kaitlyn’s hair back from where it had fallen over her face in the struggle between them. “Because here you are, trapped and bound in a hotel room with your enemy, completely at her mercy…”

There was that small snag. A tiny detail, really. Kaitlyn glared up harder. She’d no sooner considered trying to headbutt when Bridget’s fingers twisted tight against the back of her head, holding her still. Kaitlyn exhaled a breath. 

“Well,” she bit out, “I’m not a maiden fair!”

“I beg to differ,” the villain replied, “you’re the fairest of them all, sweetheart.”

She didn’t know what to do with that - she had barely known what to do with the flirting when she’d thought Bridget an ally - let alone now. If flirting was what one called this. She suspected it was. The hammering of her heart, the coil of butterflies, suspected it was. 

“And,” the villain continued, leaning down, so that their faces were level. “I think you do prefer me like this. You haven’t been able to take your eyes off me since I stopped the nice girl act. Hm?” 

“That’s because you’re a threat.” 

“And is the blushing also because I’m a threat? That wide-eyed slightly flustered look on your face? The way you keep biting your lip in that adorable way?”

“That’s…” Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it. “I’m not blushing.” She was hopelessly blushing. This was the worst. “And I’m not adorable! I’m-” She had a reputation. She was unbeatable. She tugged at the restraints binding her to the chair and it did absolutely nothing at all, just made it even more obvious how soundly she’d been beaten this time.

 “If I’d known you’d react like this,” the villain purred, “I would have allowed more time for us to spend together.”

She tried really hard not to think what the villain might do with her in that time; she was a villain, it was probably something awful, never mind just how entrancing Bridget was once she stopped pretending to be something she wasn’t. 

“But, as it is…” the villain said. “Busy schedule. We should do this again some time. Excuse me.” She used their closeness to reach into Kaitlyn’s inside pocket, drawing out the fae-stone this was all supposed to be about. It twinkled in the light almost as brightly as the villain’s eyes.

“You’re not getting away with this,” Kaitlyn said, desperately. She was not finishing this night abandoned in the hotel room, bound with her own damn weapons! 

The villain pressed a kiss to her cheek, before pulling back, looking at her in a way that could almost be described as fond. As if it wasn’t all an act. 

“Oh, darling,” the villain turned to the door. “I already have.”