[Baccano!] Not Safe (~680)
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joiedecombatHere's a random little bit of Luck/Eve quickfic written for a fic battle prompt, just because. Probably indirectly ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
atrocity's fault.
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"I wonder if you're having second thoughts," Luck said to her unexpectedly, when they were finally alone.
Eve twisted the unfamiliar shape of the ring around her finger and tried to suppress an unsteady little giggle. She hadn't had very much wine, she'd thought, but she still felt unaccountably quivery, her skin flushed with warmth. "It would be a little late for that, I think."
"Not necessarily." Calmly and methodically, Luck pulled off his tie, loosening the collar of his shirt. "In some ways, the ceremony is really a formality. It would be a little problematic if you decided to change your mind now..." The face he turned toward her was one she could not read. "But not impossible."
Eve could think of nothing to say. A part of her wondered helplessly what on earth Luck meant by saying something like this now, but another part could not help but remember the feeling of sudden trepidation she'd had in the midst of walking down the aisle, when she'd seen him standing there waiting for her. Somehow he had never looked more sinister than in that moment, and briefly she'd felt all of her resolve disappearing like dew in the morning, leaving her wondering if she weren't making some kind of horrible mistake after all.
Dallas must have noticed something, too, because he'd taken a tighter grip on her arm, and more than anything else the silly thought that her brother might abandon all the promises of good behavior she'd extracted from him and abduct her from her own wedding had restored her nerve enough to let her take her place beside Luck and lay her hand without hesitation in the one he'd held out to her. From there the ceremony had gone on as decorously as anyone could have wished, however many mafiosos and camorristas and other shady persons were in attendance.
Now her husband of only a few hours was watching her steadily in silence, and Eve felt the trace of an irrational urge to get up and go over there and seize him by the collar and shake him.
Oh, she had no doubt that if nothing else, Dallas would probably be nothing but relieved if she announced that she suddenly regretted her decision. Whatever Luck said, though, it was too late for all of that. The vows had already been spoken before God... besides which, the idea of Dallas of all people trying to rescue her from the Gandor family was a patently ridiculous one any way Eve looked at it.
As for Luck...
As violent as their first meeting had been, it had left her unable to doubt him. Even now she could still remember the weight of the revolver in her hands, the shock of recoil that had sung up her arms when she'd pulled the trigger, the startling realization that they were far more alike than she had known before that instant.
Thinking about it now, Eve felt the clarity of her decision returning. She left off fussing with her ring and stood up, smoothing her hands over the skirt of her white gown. "I hope you don't think I'm going to let you out of our bargain at this late hour," she said.
Luck said nothing, but his mouth turned up just slightly at the corners and his golden eyes lidded a little as he watched her walking toward him. He looked so self-satisfied that Eve thought for a moment that she really would shake him, but when she reached him, he bent his head and brought his mouth to hers, kissing her not politely as he had done before but putting his arms around her and pulling her against him until her body was molded to his and she was nearly lifted off her feet.
A shiver thrilled through her; she curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, tasting the lingering flavor of alcohol on his tongue.
Not safe - he was not at all safe - but safety wasn't really what she had wanted to begin with.
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atrocity's fault.--
"I wonder if you're having second thoughts," Luck said to her unexpectedly, when they were finally alone.
Eve twisted the unfamiliar shape of the ring around her finger and tried to suppress an unsteady little giggle. She hadn't had very much wine, she'd thought, but she still felt unaccountably quivery, her skin flushed with warmth. "It would be a little late for that, I think."
"Not necessarily." Calmly and methodically, Luck pulled off his tie, loosening the collar of his shirt. "In some ways, the ceremony is really a formality. It would be a little problematic if you decided to change your mind now..." The face he turned toward her was one she could not read. "But not impossible."
Eve could think of nothing to say. A part of her wondered helplessly what on earth Luck meant by saying something like this now, but another part could not help but remember the feeling of sudden trepidation she'd had in the midst of walking down the aisle, when she'd seen him standing there waiting for her. Somehow he had never looked more sinister than in that moment, and briefly she'd felt all of her resolve disappearing like dew in the morning, leaving her wondering if she weren't making some kind of horrible mistake after all.
Dallas must have noticed something, too, because he'd taken a tighter grip on her arm, and more than anything else the silly thought that her brother might abandon all the promises of good behavior she'd extracted from him and abduct her from her own wedding had restored her nerve enough to let her take her place beside Luck and lay her hand without hesitation in the one he'd held out to her. From there the ceremony had gone on as decorously as anyone could have wished, however many mafiosos and camorristas and other shady persons were in attendance.
Now her husband of only a few hours was watching her steadily in silence, and Eve felt the trace of an irrational urge to get up and go over there and seize him by the collar and shake him.
Oh, she had no doubt that if nothing else, Dallas would probably be nothing but relieved if she announced that she suddenly regretted her decision. Whatever Luck said, though, it was too late for all of that. The vows had already been spoken before God... besides which, the idea of Dallas of all people trying to rescue her from the Gandor family was a patently ridiculous one any way Eve looked at it.
As for Luck...
As violent as their first meeting had been, it had left her unable to doubt him. Even now she could still remember the weight of the revolver in her hands, the shock of recoil that had sung up her arms when she'd pulled the trigger, the startling realization that they were far more alike than she had known before that instant.
Thinking about it now, Eve felt the clarity of her decision returning. She left off fussing with her ring and stood up, smoothing her hands over the skirt of her white gown. "I hope you don't think I'm going to let you out of our bargain at this late hour," she said.
Luck said nothing, but his mouth turned up just slightly at the corners and his golden eyes lidded a little as he watched her walking toward him. He looked so self-satisfied that Eve thought for a moment that she really would shake him, but when she reached him, he bent his head and brought his mouth to hers, kissing her not politely as he had done before but putting his arms around her and pulling her against him until her body was molded to his and she was nearly lifted off her feet.
A shiver thrilled through her; she curled her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, tasting the lingering flavor of alcohol on his tongue.
Not safe - he was not at all safe - but safety wasn't really what she had wanted to begin with.
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