a new day, Baccano! (Claire/Chane)
Title: a new day Author/Artist: shiegra Rating: PG13
Prompt: Baccano! - Claire/Chane - morning after - he watches the light spill across her body Word count: 308
Morning came too fast.
For most of her life, Chane had been comfortable with the knowledge--the sensation--of being watched. She rarely felt alone, though she was often lonely.
This was different. Curled into the soft, rumpled blankets--full of his smell and touch, still--she woke not to the sensation of her father's distant watchfulness, but Claire's fingers sliding down her ribs, and his eyes wide, warm and nearly-reverent on her, like he saw something inexplicably worthy of worship in her skin.
When she tried to jerk upright he slid his fingers through hers and bent to her mouth, kissing her hungrily, like they'd gone without for years apart instead of merely hours, like she was keeping him alive.
She'd expected--well, she didn't actually know if she'd expected more or less scars on him, but he had only a few. She didn't know whether he'd expected all her scars, but she had them and he couldn't stop touching them, his palms and fingers and mouth over her ribs and thighs, touching her with an open, curious desire that made her squirm and clench her fists. He was so unafraid it made her shiver, her skin prickling with something uncomfortably close to unease. She couldn't comprehend him, wouldn't understand him, but by now she thought she knew him.
It still made her blush, the thought of how he made her clutch and move against him; how he made her want, when she'd thought that she knew better.
But Claire changed everything, as he was so proud of, and he'd slid past some intrinsic wall or shield inside her; she'd let him in, against her better judgment, and he'd made himself at home.
Her knives were on the dresser, and his long coat was draped over the chair, and the lace curtains were drawn, spilling honey-gold sunlight into the bedroom and lighting them both up from the inside out.