I Promise
Yet another attempt at a fan fiction. I don't think I'm too shabby at these, eh? (;
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Pairing: Evan / Lusca (Enzai:Falsely Accused)
Rating: T
Summary: Evan makes Lusca a promise, let's hope he can keep it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Evan or Lusca. Lynn does. Nah just kidding she doesn't either =P She wishes.
A/N: This is dedicated to Lynn and I'm somewhat proud of how it came out. YAY FOR FLUFFY!
Evan:I like it.
Lusca:I don't drink that much...
Murphy and Evan:Yeah you do.
Lusca: SHUT UP!
Kia:So Evan gets to be dominant but I don't?
Louise:Murphy didn't even write that other story you idiot, you liked it anyways.
Kia:Next time....next time...
Murphy:You guys aren't even part of this story!
Axel:I loved it!
Murphy:YOU'RE NOT EITHER!
Sephiroth:Hellooooooo :3
Murphy:*takes Kia's gun and points it at them all* GET OUT!
Sephiroth, Axel, Kia, Louise: *run away screaming*
It was times like these that I loved. After a long day of writing I could come home to my version of personified perfection. Lusca. I was tired from dealing with my latest lead and I could think of nothing that would feel better than a backrub or perhaps a nice hot bath with my beloved.
“Lusca! I’m home!” I yelled into the house as I walked in. I didn’t hear a reply so I continued to look around for him. I was about to go upstairs when I heard him.
“Evan!” he said while giggling loudly.
“Yes Lusc-umph!” I groaned as all of a sudden a weight less than equal to my own fell on top of me. I couldn’t help but notice that the mass smelled like an open bottle of whiskey.
“Lusca have you b-“
“You caught me! Oh I knew you would! I just had to be sure! I knew if you really loved me you would catch me no matter what! I love you Evan!” he interrupted me, while managing to get all of that out surprisingly coherently, even though it was obvious to anyone he was way past his limit.
Which meant that something was wrong. Lusca would only drink like this when something was terribly wrong, or there was something to celebrate. I couldn’t think of anything good that had happened as of late…
“Lusca, did anything happen tonight?” I asked. I knew I should have waited until he could think clearly before asking him, but I didn’t really care at that point. I had to know what was going through my blonde’s head.
“No! I just got really…um…” he paused to think. Probably looking for the right word.
“Upset? Stressed?” I tried to ask.
“Stressed! That one!” he practically yelled into my ear.
I sighed.
“You never usually drink when you’re just stressed, Lusca,” I told him.
He giggled again and I couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked when he did it. I also noticed we were still laying on the ground together.
“I know I don’t, but what started as just something to loosen me up, hiccup!” he smiled at the awkward timing of the hiccup, “turned into me just being plain thirsty. That, and I missed you all day,” he finished with a goofy looking grin that I couldn’t help but laugh at.
“You knew I was coming back though, love,” I said to him.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. Well, as thoughtful as a young drunk lawyer could look.
“Sometimes I’m not so sure you will…” he looked down to hide his face, before I grabbed his chin to make him look at me again.
“Why do you think that Lusca?” I asked him with honest curiosity. My journalistic side was getting the best of me, once again.
He looked up at me with big, round, honeysuckle eyes and said “You live so dangerously and what makes it worse is you know it. You’re out trying to get leads on Bollanet everyday when we both know what happens to people who go against him. What will happen to you if you’re caught? What will happen to us? What if you never come back to me?”
I thought about this for a moment. He was right. My job, like any job, did come with its risks and strings attached. Journalists could be prosecuted by the government if they published the wrong thing or were caught with their noses in the wrong places. The good ones, like me, didn’t care about the risks and weren’t afraid of punishment. As selfish as it was of me, I never once stopped to think about how all of this would affect Lusca. I could understand where he was coming from.
I did what felt right and began to kiss him. I put as much love and passion into that kiss that I could muster, and it was all returned back to me.
Our tongues battles for dominance like they always did, and I won, like I always did.
I broke away to kiss down his jaw line to his neck, where I sucked and bit all of the pressure points I could find, earning small, breathy moans.
I opened the front of his shirt and began to make patterns over his sculpted chest with my tongue.
I continued to tease him like that until I couldn’t hold back any more. Clothes were shed, and I took him right there on the carpet next to the stairs.
*
When we were later in the bed holding each other close I felt something needed to be said.
“Lusca?” I asked, for I wasn’t sure if he was still awake.
“Mmm?” he mumbled in reply.
“Know this, I will always come back,” I told him firmly.
He looked up at me with big eyes.
“Do you promise?” he asked hesitantly.
“I promise,”
And with those final words, we fell asleep in each others’ arms.
*
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed and wondered where my little lawyer lover had wandered off to. I found him in his office slumped over his desk.
“What’s wrong, love,” I asked him.
“I have a pounding headache, and rug burn all over my back…” he grumbled.
I couldn’t help myself and started to laugh as hard as I could. He glared at me, which shut me up, before getting up to leave.
“So you don’t remember anything from last night? Nothing at all?” I asked.
He looked deep in thought for a moment before smiling a very little smile, probably not intended for me to see.
“Not much,” he said before starting to walk out. He paused and looked back over his shoulder, and called my name.
“Hey, Evan?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
“You better be true to your word,” he said with the same smile as before, and left me there in the middle of the room, to ponder this. Oh how I loved him.
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Pairing: Evan / Lusca (Enzai:Falsely Accused)
Rating: T
Summary: Evan makes Lusca a promise, let's hope he can keep it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Evan or Lusca. Lynn does. Nah just kidding she doesn't either =P She wishes.
A/N: This is dedicated to Lynn and I'm somewhat proud of how it came out. YAY FOR FLUFFY!
Evan:I like it.
Lusca:I don't drink that much...
Murphy and Evan:Yeah you do.
Lusca: SHUT UP!
Kia:So Evan gets to be dominant but I don't?
Louise:Murphy didn't even write that other story you idiot, you liked it anyways.
Kia:Next time....next time...
Murphy:You guys aren't even part of this story!
Axel:I loved it!
Murphy:YOU'RE NOT EITHER!
Sephiroth:Hellooooooo :3
Murphy:*takes Kia's gun and points it at them all* GET OUT!
Sephiroth, Axel, Kia, Louise: *run away screaming*
It was times like these that I loved. After a long day of writing I could come home to my version of personified perfection. Lusca. I was tired from dealing with my latest lead and I could think of nothing that would feel better than a backrub or perhaps a nice hot bath with my beloved.
“Lusca! I’m home!” I yelled into the house as I walked in. I didn’t hear a reply so I continued to look around for him. I was about to go upstairs when I heard him.
“Evan!” he said while giggling loudly.
“Yes Lusc-umph!” I groaned as all of a sudden a weight less than equal to my own fell on top of me. I couldn’t help but notice that the mass smelled like an open bottle of whiskey.
“Lusca have you b-“
“You caught me! Oh I knew you would! I just had to be sure! I knew if you really loved me you would catch me no matter what! I love you Evan!” he interrupted me, while managing to get all of that out surprisingly coherently, even though it was obvious to anyone he was way past his limit.
Which meant that something was wrong. Lusca would only drink like this when something was terribly wrong, or there was something to celebrate. I couldn’t think of anything good that had happened as of late…
“Lusca, did anything happen tonight?” I asked. I knew I should have waited until he could think clearly before asking him, but I didn’t really care at that point. I had to know what was going through my blonde’s head.
“No! I just got really…um…” he paused to think. Probably looking for the right word.
“Upset? Stressed?” I tried to ask.
“Stressed! That one!” he practically yelled into my ear.
I sighed.
“You never usually drink when you’re just stressed, Lusca,” I told him.
He giggled again and I couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked when he did it. I also noticed we were still laying on the ground together.
“I know I don’t, but what started as just something to loosen me up, hiccup!” he smiled at the awkward timing of the hiccup, “turned into me just being plain thirsty. That, and I missed you all day,” he finished with a goofy looking grin that I couldn’t help but laugh at.
“You knew I was coming back though, love,” I said to him.
He looked thoughtful for a moment. Well, as thoughtful as a young drunk lawyer could look.
“Sometimes I’m not so sure you will…” he looked down to hide his face, before I grabbed his chin to make him look at me again.
“Why do you think that Lusca?” I asked him with honest curiosity. My journalistic side was getting the best of me, once again.
He looked up at me with big, round, honeysuckle eyes and said “You live so dangerously and what makes it worse is you know it. You’re out trying to get leads on Bollanet everyday when we both know what happens to people who go against him. What will happen to you if you’re caught? What will happen to us? What if you never come back to me?”
I thought about this for a moment. He was right. My job, like any job, did come with its risks and strings attached. Journalists could be prosecuted by the government if they published the wrong thing or were caught with their noses in the wrong places. The good ones, like me, didn’t care about the risks and weren’t afraid of punishment. As selfish as it was of me, I never once stopped to think about how all of this would affect Lusca. I could understand where he was coming from.
I did what felt right and began to kiss him. I put as much love and passion into that kiss that I could muster, and it was all returned back to me.
Our tongues battles for dominance like they always did, and I won, like I always did.
I broke away to kiss down his jaw line to his neck, where I sucked and bit all of the pressure points I could find, earning small, breathy moans.
I opened the front of his shirt and began to make patterns over his sculpted chest with my tongue.
I continued to tease him like that until I couldn’t hold back any more. Clothes were shed, and I took him right there on the carpet next to the stairs.
*
When we were later in the bed holding each other close I felt something needed to be said.
“Lusca?” I asked, for I wasn’t sure if he was still awake.
“Mmm?” he mumbled in reply.
“Know this, I will always come back,” I told him firmly.
He looked up at me with big eyes.
“Do you promise?” he asked hesitantly.
“I promise,”
And with those final words, we fell asleep in each others’ arms.
*
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed and wondered where my little lawyer lover had wandered off to. I found him in his office slumped over his desk.
“What’s wrong, love,” I asked him.
“I have a pounding headache, and rug burn all over my back…” he grumbled.
I couldn’t help myself and started to laugh as hard as I could. He glared at me, which shut me up, before getting up to leave.
“So you don’t remember anything from last night? Nothing at all?” I asked.
He looked deep in thought for a moment before smiling a very little smile, probably not intended for me to see.
“Not much,” he said before starting to walk out. He paused and looked back over his shoulder, and called my name.
“Hey, Evan?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
“You better be true to your word,” he said with the same smile as before, and left me there in the middle of the room, to ponder this. Oh how I loved him.