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And no. Pedophilia is not a regular habit of mine :P
Title: Itoshii Hito no Tameni (For the Sake of my Beloved)
Series: Black Cat
Rating: PG-13. Sven’s 30. Eve’s approximately 13. I didn’t make her jail bait, she was made that way.
Word Count: 671
Character: Eve and Sven
Summary: On the boat on the way to Creed’s Island. Another lost moment for Eve’s memory.
There was a careful knock at the door to which a gruff voice answered ‘open’. With quiet precision the door opened and shut, leaving Eve with the original occupant of the room in dim lighting.
Sven’s fedora tilted off his face. “Eve.” He said, mildly surprised. “What’s up?”
“Train told me you were down here.” She moved over to stand next to the man’s sprawled form, the only sound her skirt swishing over her thighs in silken laced silence.
With a smile Sven settled further into the wide cushions of the stateroom’s couch. “Just getting some shut eye before we hit Creed’s island. Things okay topside?” He asked, repositioning his hat back over his eyes.
Even nodded slightly. Despite working closely with Train and some of the other sweep’s friendly attitudes Eve felt a little out of place without Sven there.
Sensing her subtle presence still next to him, he tilted his head backward, watching her with his one eye. “Is something wrong?”
She blushed slightly, more of a glow to her cheeks than actual color. “May I join you?”
Sven looked up at her for a long moment. Then, returning his chin to his chest, he moved sideways on his elbows against the pale vinyl of the cushions. Gratefully, Eve crawled next to him, curled against his side. Beneath them the boat rolled on, it and Sven’s even breathing setting the gentle pace of Eve’s heart. It didn’t take long for Sven to fall asleep and Eve lay there, watching his profile. She matched it with the profiles in her memory, rarely getting the chance to study him as she could now. The soft part of his lips, the slight crook in his nose from a break that didn’t heal quite right, the dark shadow cast by his stubble, all locked away in Eve’s mind to be reopened and revisited in her lonelier hours.
It wasn’t just Train that was her rival- though, as Sven’s partner, she supposed he was entitled to some attention –Eve thought everyone was. She wanted the older man’s attention all to herself, she didn’t want anyone to draw him away from her. Pressing tighter against him, Sven’s arm came around her shoulders and she lay half on his chest. He smelled earthy and faintly of smoke and gunpowder. Being there with him felt too comfortable, too right and Eve wished they’d never reach Creed’s Island. But, she knew, in another few hours they’d disembark and it would be business as usual and Sven would forget this moment ever happened. She wondered if it was fair that only she held these moments as precious.
She lifted herself on her hands, Sven’s arm sliding from her shoulder to curl loosely around her waist. She followed the path of air through his lips, watching how the light cut across his face. Eve traced her nails along Sven’s strong jaw, passing through the stubble on his chin and liking the roughness against her skin. At the grumble of approval she pushed herself higher against his chest, nuzzling the stubble with her cheek, deciding she liked the faint scratching as well. Being so close she wondered what it would be like with him, to stay with him and grow old at his side. Eve decided that, if this were for her memory only, she would keep it priceless. She kissed his lips, no more than a brushing pass and could almost taste the smoke, washed out by the drink he had afterwards. That, too, she decided she liked, wishing she could’ve shared the moment.
Eve could never deny her feelings for Sven, the man who saved her, but knew if he ever had any inclinations of returning them it would be a long time coming. Though Eve herself didn’t understand the problem so long as she consented, she understood the trouble Sven would be in.
This time, for the man she had chosen, she would wait. She would do anything he so wished. She would be perfect for his sake.
And no. Pedophilia is not a regular habit of mine :P
Title: Itoshii Hito no Tameni (For the Sake of my Beloved)
Series: Black Cat
Rating: PG-13. Sven’s 30. Eve’s approximately 13. I didn’t make her jail bait, she was made that way.
Word Count: 671
Character: Eve and Sven
Summary: On the boat on the way to Creed’s Island. Another lost moment for Eve’s memory.
There was a careful knock at the door to which a gruff voice answered ‘open’. With quiet precision the door opened and shut, leaving Eve with the original occupant of the room in dim lighting.
Sven’s fedora tilted off his face. “Eve.” He said, mildly surprised. “What’s up?”
“Train told me you were down here.” She moved over to stand next to the man’s sprawled form, the only sound her skirt swishing over her thighs in silken laced silence.
With a smile Sven settled further into the wide cushions of the stateroom’s couch. “Just getting some shut eye before we hit Creed’s island. Things okay topside?” He asked, repositioning his hat back over his eyes.
Even nodded slightly. Despite working closely with Train and some of the other sweep’s friendly attitudes Eve felt a little out of place without Sven there.
Sensing her subtle presence still next to him, he tilted his head backward, watching her with his one eye. “Is something wrong?”
She blushed slightly, more of a glow to her cheeks than actual color. “May I join you?”
Sven looked up at her for a long moment. Then, returning his chin to his chest, he moved sideways on his elbows against the pale vinyl of the cushions. Gratefully, Eve crawled next to him, curled against his side. Beneath them the boat rolled on, it and Sven’s even breathing setting the gentle pace of Eve’s heart. It didn’t take long for Sven to fall asleep and Eve lay there, watching his profile. She matched it with the profiles in her memory, rarely getting the chance to study him as she could now. The soft part of his lips, the slight crook in his nose from a break that didn’t heal quite right, the dark shadow cast by his stubble, all locked away in Eve’s mind to be reopened and revisited in her lonelier hours.
It wasn’t just Train that was her rival- though, as Sven’s partner, she supposed he was entitled to some attention –Eve thought everyone was. She wanted the older man’s attention all to herself, she didn’t want anyone to draw him away from her. Pressing tighter against him, Sven’s arm came around her shoulders and she lay half on his chest. He smelled earthy and faintly of smoke and gunpowder. Being there with him felt too comfortable, too right and Eve wished they’d never reach Creed’s Island. But, she knew, in another few hours they’d disembark and it would be business as usual and Sven would forget this moment ever happened. She wondered if it was fair that only she held these moments as precious.
She lifted herself on her hands, Sven’s arm sliding from her shoulder to curl loosely around her waist. She followed the path of air through his lips, watching how the light cut across his face. Eve traced her nails along Sven’s strong jaw, passing through the stubble on his chin and liking the roughness against her skin. At the grumble of approval she pushed herself higher against his chest, nuzzling the stubble with her cheek, deciding she liked the faint scratching as well. Being so close she wondered what it would be like with him, to stay with him and grow old at his side. Eve decided that, if this were for her memory only, she would keep it priceless. She kissed his lips, no more than a brushing pass and could almost taste the smoke, washed out by the drink he had afterwards. That, too, she decided she liked, wishing she could’ve shared the moment.
Eve could never deny her feelings for Sven, the man who saved her, but knew if he ever had any inclinations of returning them it would be a long time coming. Though Eve herself didn’t understand the problem so long as she consented, she understood the trouble Sven would be in.
This time, for the man she had chosen, she would wait. She would do anything he so wished. She would be perfect for his sake.
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Date: 2004-07-13 11:48 pm (UTC)