Relax, Baccano! (Luck/Chane/Claire)
Title: Relax Author/Artist: shiegra Rating: R Prompt: Baccano! - Luck/Claire/Chane - luxury kink - the more things change Word count: 490
They visited him on a private jet, and Chane apparently hadn't bothered to go through security, because the white silk skirt she wore exposed enough of long pale legs in white tights that when Claire slid his hands up her thigh just a little a sheath peeked out.
Luck toasted them with his usual reserve and Chane observed the both of them--Claire sprawled out over his seat, grinning lazily, Luck composed and thoughtful across from him--with bemused patience.
"I didn't expect you," Luck said, and Chane watched Claire's hand, running her fingers along the graceful lines of bone.
We didn't expect to be here, she was thinking, but not in a bad way.
"We thought we'd visit," Claire said, his grin unflinching, and Chane looked up at the shadows under Luck's leonine eyes and reached for the bottle she'd brought to refill his glass.
"It's a fine vintage," he said to her, the hint of a smile softening the steel control. Chane smiled and cradled it in her lap. She'd picked it out--Huey had had a taste for fine things, when he'd been able to.
"Luck," Claire murmured, "you need to relax."
"Not in this business," Luck said dryly, and toasted them.
"Now you can," Claire said--with his sly sideways grin, eyes glittering. "We're here. There's nowhere safer."
Chane and Luck exchanged very similar looks, but he didn't say anything and she followed his lead. After a moment, though, she rose to her feet and crossed the space between them, until their knees touched.
He really was tense, every movement tightly controlled, his eyes guarded. He didn't quite relax as she bent to him, but he didn't move away, and when her mouth touched his, lips parting as her hands settled at the back of his neck, a slow breath sighed out of him.
He put his free hand on her thigh like Claire had, running his fingers along the supple leather securing the knife, and Chane breathed out a shuddery sigh, with made his lips curve against hers. His hand curved, fingers sliding beneath the strap, and then trailed around to the inside of her thigh, and she kissed him harder, leaning against him--the seats were a little awkward for this, especially with their hands occupied--and behind them, Claire made a sound low in his throat.
Then his heat was at Chane's back and he took the glass from Luck's hand, drained the last, and set it down. Sandwiched between them she felt Claire's hands, one on her stomach and one on Luck's thigh, and she let go in order to push the armrests up and settle over him, thighs spread and hips rocking, her mouth secure on his.
Claire kissed the back of her neck and slid his hand down so that it was pressed between Luck and Chane, and Luck shuddered the last of that unpleasant rigidity out of his frame and finally properly kissed her back.