[fic] chocolate
Jun. 11th, 2008 06:49 pmRating: PG13
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Lucci x Paulie
Topic: Hedonism
Being forced out of diplomatic necessity to follow Iceburg’s business partner into an escort club (one of those, at that) was bad enough, but when life felt like dealing him a bad hand it didn’t have to throw the deck.
He swore he would kill Iceburg.
‘His’ escort poured him a glass of ludicrously expensive pale gold champagne, and delicately crossed his long legs. A tailored suit and a red silk shirt, Paulie noted, as he fixed his eyes firmly on the glass flute, had never looked so goddamned fucking good.
Beside him, the businessman was yammering away, his arm around some slender jailbait whom Paulie was sure was barely legal. “Club Vogue is amazing no matter how many times I visit.”
“I am glad that it meets with your approval, sir,” Lucci drawled, with a veiled note of acid that only Paulie seemed to catch, leaning back on the velvet divan and draping his arm over the shipwright’s shoulder. Paulie flinched, but did not (break that fucker’s nose) attack. It would have been embarrassing. Especially to (bloody) Iceburg. Who needed this businessman’s connections, or whatever.
He hissed, instead, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Working,” Lucci said mildly, and the expressionless cold bastard was laughing at him, Paulie was sure of it, and his fists itched and- chocolate, the fucker had just handfed him chocolate, Iceburg be damned, Paulie was going to kill the goddamned cat-
He bit down by reflex, growling, and blinked as the brittle cocoa-dusted shell of the chocolate truffle shattered, flooding his tongue with creamy, rich dark heaven and hey, weren’t those Lucci’s fingers on his chin and oh, ohfuckinghell, the assassin was good at this, devouring his mouth with a long, lapping tongue; he tasted of champagne, chocolate, and the most delicious sin.
Win/Lose
Date: 2008-06-11 04:54 pm (UTC)