shiegra (shiegra) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-28 06:12:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | a: shiegra, f: baccano!, july 28, p: eve/luck |
Appointments, Baccano!, (Luck/Eve)
Title: Appointments
Author: shiegra
Rating: R
Wordcount: 354
Prompt: Baccano! – Luck/Eve – sex against a window/wall - Gentleman, he was not
When she came into the room she was wearing a burgundy dress, the subtle scent of expensive perfume clinging to her hair and shoulders. He sat behind his desk, considering papers, but when he saw her he rose to his feet, a faint smile edging onto his mouth.
"I expected you to be at the dinner all evening." He said, eyes hooded and considering as he tapped the papers to align them and then set them aside. "Did something happen?"
"I got bored." Eve said, half-defiant, her chin lifting. "There was nothing there for me."
He came around the desk and walked across the room to lift her fingers to his lips, a courteous gesture. "I'm honored. Did you visit for something in particular...?"
"No." She said quietly. "I didn't come here for business."
Then she was the one who pulled him into her as his eyes flickered, one hand against the nape of his neck, body arching into his as she went to her toes. Taller now than she had been the first time she met him, defying the world, but still needing to reach up.
His hands settled at her waist and he pulled her forward, her feet stumbling in high heels, her body weight thrown onto his hands. He was always so courteous to her, but he was a little harsh as he kissed her now, demanding. He'd been dealing with business out of town, and social engagements kept her from a timely reunion.
Her shoulders collided with curtains, glass, and he kept himself bent to her, hands dropping to her skirt. There he paused, a wordless question, something that would be gentlemanly if he wasn't standing between her legs and pinning her against glass with his mouth devouring-hot on hers.
She dragged the hem up herself, curving into his touch, mouth open and hungry. His eyes flared gold and he made a rough sound low in his throat, fingers twining with hers.
Her sigh, ragged with desire, mingled with the low hiss of the wind just outside as his mouth trailed down her throat and her head fell back, inviting.