A story about Eve and Luck because I love Eve and Luck. Manly Luck because he's really sexy but Eve and him would be so perfect.

Music: Good to You Marainas Trench

1937-

Luck Gandor folded the dry cleaning ticket every-which-way, absentmindedly walking down the streets of New York City. He was still working through the 'talks' he and his brothers had been having with Dallas Genoard. It had been six-ish years since he was recused from the concrete and fished out of the Hudson and now the two families were trying to play nice.

But what was Luck's mind more was Eve, Dallas' little sister. She was so cute and innocent yet had a passion in her Luck had yet to see anywhere else. Sometimes she would could to the meetings and sit around looking bored or interested or just plain pissed off depending on the topic and her brother's mood. Just last month he taught her to play poker, which was the last time he had seen her. Dallas was arguing with Keith and Eve had come in, telling him it was time to go home, that it was getting late. Dallas, in his already foul mood, had lashed out at her. Luck noticed this a lot; Dallas always took it out on her, and even in front of others, the man had no control. But Eve took it with a straight face, even after the older man had almost smacked the little woman across the room, not even meaning to.

That's when Luck stepped in, pulling a soft hand on Eve's shoulder and guided her into the next room. Sat her down and played card games, while the three other men finished their conversation. Eve had even smiled, but never mentioned what had happened with her brother. Even with that in mind, Luck couldn't help but smile softly to himself.

Luck pushed the glass door to the dry cleaners open and started walk towards the counter, still in a daze, he didn't notice the young woman in front of him. That was until he bumped into her.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said and glanced down at her as she was looking up at him. "Eve." He said simply and smiled wider.

"Oh, Luck, it's been awhile." Eve said and smiled a little.

"Yeah, yeah it has." He replied and glanced as the owner handed Eve a stack of dresses and shirts over the counter and looked at Luck to see what he need. Luck handed the much older man his ticket before returning his attention to eve. "What brings you to this part of the city?"

"Oh, I was heading to the book store; thought I would run a few errands along the way." Eve replied, fumbling to get a good grip on the pile of plastic covered clothes.

"Here," Luck offered, and took the hand full of hangers and slung them over his shoulder.

"Thanks," Eve blushed and glanced away as Luck took his own clothes from the man and added to the load on his back.

"Grazie." Luck said to the dry cleaner in Italian, only because sometimes it's easier to speak in a different language when your heart's beating like it was in his chest. He glanced to Eve, "If you don't mind, may I tag along?"

"Yes, of course." She said quickly and grew a deeper shade of pink.

The two walked down the street side-by-side and silent for the most part, until Eve turned the corner and opened the door to a large book store. Luck like to read he just never seemed to find the time, and if he did then he always made his way to the library for no reason other than he didn't know what to do with himself in a book store. But Eve walked straight for the empty classical section while Luck handed their coats and hats and dry cleaning to the man standing by the door for the purpose.

"Who's your favorite?" Eve asked when Luck caught up to her.

He shrugged scanning over the titles of authors he had only heard of in grade school. "It's been a while since I've down much reading." He said, "I really wouldn't know."

Eve looked over the titles and tapped her index finger to her pink lips. "There's Westerns, kind of a shoot-em-up type of story sometimes with a sweeping romance." Eve said and pointed to a shelf then she pointed to a solo book. "Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, really, old, old fashion gagster romance."

Luck chuckled nervously, "I've got enough of that in my own life." Just as the words left his mouth he wanted them back. Why'd he have to go and say that? All he was doing was making an ass out of himself.

Eve blushed, "Er- How about Charles Dickens? He a classic." She said and stepped to pull out a book but tripped over her own feet and started to fall. Luck leaned to catch her before she hit the ground. The world seemed to stop for a moment because they were both sure she'd fall on her face but no, Luck had caught her and she was four foot from the ground, the only thing between the two was Luck's strong arm.

Eve blinked and ran her hand over the cotton sleeve of Luck's white shirt. He pulled her back up, and found herself press against his chest. Luck hadn't meant for that to happen but neither moved an inch, they barely breathed. Silently and slowly, Eve reached one hand up from its place on Luck's chest and brushed a piece of hair from his forehead, only to have it fall back in place. Her eyes traveled from there place on that one lock of brown hair that seemed out of place if it wasn't laying there on his forehead to Luck's brown eyes then quickly to his pink lips.

Luck noticed how Eve's eyes darted to his mouth and he took that as an assent but he asked anyway. "Can I just…?" He started but could find the words. Quickly closing the small space between them, Luck kissed her. The empty book store disappeared and it was only them for a time.

Eve pressed her hands against his chest and hooked her thumbs onto his black vest, ignoring how her fingers brushed against the leather strap of a gun holster. She felt warm all over as Luck kissed her and she kissed back, an all-out war between their tongues.

Luck pulled her closer, never quite happy with their closeness. At some point he knew he'd have to come up for air but he didn't want to just yet, still, he had to think of Eve. Pulling his lips back only a few inches, he never moved any other muscle, never pulling too far from her. But Eve followed his lips slightly. Luck, as he glazed longingly at Eve who had buried her head in his shoulder for the moment and was laying small kisses against his cool skin along was sweet nothings, had a small smile playing on his lips. He'd got her. That girl that was sweet and fiery and perfect in every way.

"Would you believe me if I told you that I love you?" Luck whispered.

"I'd be mad if you didn't." Eve whispered in his eye.

Luck smirked slightly, "Of course." He stroked her hair and kissed her brown locks before whispering in her ear. "I love you."

Enjoy? Yes? No? Fluffy to a max I know. So, I think I'm gonna contiune this in a short fanfiction story but review and tell me what you think.