shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-26 19:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: baccano!, july 19, p: eve/luck |
Imrovise, Baccano! (Luck/Eve)
Title: Improvise
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: R
Word count: 515
Summary: Thing rarely work out to the expectations she bothers to carry.
Prompt: Baccano! - Luck/Eve - Baths and water - "This isn't exactly what I had in mind."
A/N: The quote wasn't quite fit in, but I hope it was expressed well enough.
She was shivering and soaked and maybe bleeding--it might be someone else's--and he was pushing her oh-so-gently into the hot tub, his jacket stripped away and hair wet with rain, eyes blazing as he peeled the soft once-impeccably white fabric from her shoulders with decorous hands.
It wasn't how she expected to spend her wedding night.
The water hissed; she jumped and yelped when the heat hit her shoulders, flushing furiously at the undignified sound, but he stayed leaning in, water plastering his shirt to his shoulders, and examined her skin for damage.
Nothing but a bruise against her shoulderblade, and his hands lowered from her skin. He straightened and she lifted her head instantly, mouth opening to say something--ask him not to go, ask him to leave, simply say his name--and her lips brushed his cheek, body leaning into the contact.
He went still. His long fingers curved, pressing into her skin, and he didn't smell like blood at all, despite how much he'd spilled and how much of his had been spilled.
After only a second of hesitation he slid his hand up to cup her jaw and lifted her face to kiss her.
His fingers curved against her skin, a gentle caress, and she stopped breathing. A tremble passed through her like an electric shock and her hair, untied, fell wet against her neck and shoulders. His mouth moved against hers, a slow and certain coaxing touch, and he drew her up against him, her breasts pressed to his chest, on her tiptoes in the tub and then clutching at his shoulders.
She could hardly breathe. She tasted champagne on the his tongue, and his long fingers dragged down her sides, so careful, so calculated a touch. She could hardly think, and when he stepped into the line of her body her heartbeat jumped, banging hard at the cage of her ribs, and her hands fisted in his damp shirt.
Then he stepped further into her body, crowding her, aligned to her skin to skin with his thighs against and between hers. She broke away to gasp for air and he paused, then kissed her throat, lips parting until his tongue stroked over her pulse, memorizing the quick thrilled beat.
She made a little sound, helpless and high pitched, and shuddered hard. Luck wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up against him, all sopping wet and shaking and looping her arms helplessly around his neck, entranced and yearning for his touch.
"Oh," she panted, "oh--"
His mouth curved against her neck in that not-quite-polite smile he wore sometimes, just a little too satisfied for his own good, and she didn't have the clarity of mind to be as exasperated at it as she usually was.
Instead she just pulled him up and found his mouth again as he lifted her easily, legs wrapping around his hips, her hands tugging at damp fabric.
It wasn't what she had expected; in retrospect, Eve was surprised that she still bothered to hold expectations of the average at all.