Baccano!, Luck/Eve, an unguarded moment (con...)
Dripping wet and still carrying a perplexed look, he merely stared at her. It took a moment for him to finally speak, saying, “I think we should do back.”
“I will not go back while they’re still that way.”
“The meeting is over,” he explained. Luck took a tentative step forward. When it appeared that she would not back further into the alley, he quickened his stride. “You’re drenched. Now, I have a car. It will only take a moment and then you’ll back - dry and safe.”
Eve didn’t budge. Luck continued on with his hand slightly outstretched. When he came within grasp, Eve reached out and grabbed the hand. She tugged slightly at his arm and he moved forward listlessly. She tugged a bit harder and he cleared the distance between them. Eve slipped to the tips of her toes and, with care, planted the faintest of kisses on his chin. She felt his arm slide around her waist and she reached up further, kissing his lips.
In a moment, she felt her feet leave the ground. She wrapped her free arm around his shoulder and her lips around his, yearning and hungry. He returned her kisses with equal fervor once her back hit the wall. They stood there, mouth probing mouth, as her hands gripped at his drenched shoulders. He pulled back suddenly, whispering through gritted teeth, “We need to go.”
“Not yet, please,” she murmured. She nuzzled his neck, letting her lips trail languidly to his collar. How she wanted to let her tongue lap up the free water from his skin. But a sudden sting of propriety infiltrated her mind and she remembered that were doing all of this in front of potential prying eyes. “I think we she go now,” she said, ragged.
Carefully, he eased her body to the ground. Eve kept eye contact as she let her arms fall to her sides. She moved out ahead of him but felt a sudden shock when she felt his hand slide into the small of her back. They walked quickly to the waiting car. She took her seat in the passenger’s side but not before plucking the neatly folded towel from the seat. She rubbed at her hair as he started the car. “Do you think of everything?” she asked slyly.
“No always,” he said, faint smile returning. With that, they drove off.