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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Baccano!
  Relationship:
      Dallas_Genoard/Eve_Genoard
  Character:
      Dallas_Geonard, Eve_Geonard
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Voyeurism, Porn_Battle
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-02-02 Words: 309
****** Not Like a Fairytale ******
by penny
Summary
     He shouldn't be here, but he is. He's not going to hurt Eve. She's
     everything. But...
Notes
     For the Porn Battle IX prompt Dallas/Eve, breath
His little Eve is beautiful when she sleeps. She makes such pretty little
noises, too, from a nightmare, given the way her face is scrunched up. Those
whimpers shouldn't go straight to his cock, but they do.
He also shouldn't be here, but he is. He's not going to hurt Eve. She's
everything. But...
He unfastens his pants, strokes himself fully hard. Eve makes one of those
pained little noises again, turns her head and fists one hand in her sheet. Her
lips are parted, and a lock of hair trails across her cheek, the curl tickling
the corner of her mouth.
...But if Eve wakes up, this isn't something she should see. He knows that. But
here he is, fully hard now, close, and Eve's mouth is working like she's trying
to say something. Her hand tightens in the sheet. The tendons in her neck stand
out, and now her breathing is quick, like she can sense him, sense how close he
is.
She squeezes her thighs together beneath the sheet. "Please," she murmurs, so
softly, Dallas almost believes he's imagined it.
He bites down on his lip to hold in his moan. Close, so close.
Eve gasps. Her eyes flutter, and Dallas thinks she's woken up, and oh, God, he
should feel guilty, but instead it pushes him over the edge, and he comes,
imagines Eve calling his name. It's hot and messy on his hands, and his
breathing is heavy.
And Eve, thankfully, is still asleep. Her expression's smooth now, her
breathing even and steady, and the worry line between her eyes is gone.
He wipes his hand clean and fastens his pants. "Little Eve," he whispers,
stepping to the side of her bed. He leans down and brushes the hair from her
cheek and can't resist leaning down to kiss her, lightly, on the lips.
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