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Tweak says, "count me among thy saints"

inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-09-21 02:01:00

Current music:	Scars on Broadway- "Funny"
Entry tags:	!active, day 24, l lawliet, location: pharmacy, merope gaunt

Funny, How You Turned Red, When I First Said, "Let's Join the Dead"
Who: L Lawliet and Merope
What: Merope agrees to help L. She doesn't deliver in quite the way he expected, though.
Where: The liquor store (ie, the place that he haunts and refuses to leave.)
When: Day 24, 8:00 PM
Rating: PG-13 for now for necrophilic implications.
Status: Active

L's hands shook as he set down his journal. He felt sick, in so many ways. Sick in the head, as Rose had implied, sick physically, sick in his soul. He was anything but quick to trust, and the moment he seemed to find someone he could confide in, trust his well-being and attempt a shy sliver of humanity with, they were taken away before he could attain any sort of closure. He clenched and unclenched his pale, thin hands, testing their strength. It was failing, his grip was becoming looser as his mental health declined. He was far from mad, but he saw the world in a skewed way that worsened with every day that passed in Vas Captio.

Merope was still his friend, at least. She had offered to give him what he wanted and needed, obtaining a body for him and bringing it to him. How the weak-limbed young woman would manage to haul the dead weight of a female corpse to him, he couldn't guess. Perhaps she planned to enlist the help of her stoic partner, Rorschach, even though he disapproved of L's preferences. He sighed, staring at the wax he'd found in the post office that was softening in the heat. He planned to use it to repair any spots where decomposition was too obvious. While L had had sex with Laura, he wasn't sure yet if he could go through with it with an inanimate corpse, whether it looked like her or not.

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inmyownworld
2009-09-26 06:17 pm UTC (link)

If L had known that he was indulging Merope by slightly resembling someone she wanted him to be, it would have been mutual, and he would have played along completely. She seemed to like something about him, and, like Merope, L responded well to being wanted. His other hand unzipped his jeans as he continued to caress her under her skirt; he didn't need all of her clothes removed. In fact, it would probably help the illusion more if he allowed her to ride him with her skirt concealing both their hips. He kept his eyes clothes, thinking of Laura, trying to see Merope as his girlfriend who was not only dead, now, but gone. He didn't have the energy to be on top, even though Laura had taught him how to be, since he'd been neglecting himself and was weaker as a result. Both he and Merope seemed chronically tired and lethargic, so if Merope got tired, they could switch to a more mutually supportive position.

He moved one of her legs so that he could slip off her underwear under her skirt, giving him full access to pulling her hips down over him. He wanted to give her control over penetration, just in case she somehow didn't really want this, but he gripped her lower back in a way that told her, clearly, what he wanted.

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heartache
2009-09-26 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Moving her body a little bit, she watched his face and then his hand. Taking in the sensation as his hand moved up her thigh and tugged down her panties and pulled them off. A pinkish hue came to her face and she felt his hands move to her lower hips, she moved over his manhood and carefully set herself on top of it. Being that she was and has always been on bottom, she leaned down on him and pressed her lips against his cheek.

She wanted to know what she should be doing.

How should she move.

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inmyownworld
2009-09-26 07:27 pm UTC (link)

L understood the awkwardness and the trepidation. It was only logical that neither of them should feel quite right doing this. They were each others' avatars at the moment, and nothing more... he reminded himself of this fact as he pulled her down over him, easing himself into her from below, releasing his breath in a long sigh in an attempt to pace himself. He held her close, trying his best to forget what it had been like with Laura in order to enjoy this experience. The first thing he noticed was the ease with which he was able to move inside Merope; that had been missing, somewhat, from his encounters with a dead woman, and he liked it. He nodded his encouragement, feeling her lips against his cheek, thrusting his hips upward in slight rocking motions. He guided her hips with his thin but long-fingered hands, trying to integrate her with his rhythm and help her understand the S-curve motion her spine would be imitating to successfully move with him.

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heartache
2009-09-27 07:20 am UTC (link)

Merope moved with his guidelines, she took a deep breath and sighed out with a moan against his cheek. Positioning herself, she moved as he directed to gain the rhythm he seemed to have by rocking against him. Leaning down, she pressed her lips against his mouth frequently moaning or groaning into his lips.

"Oh, L..." Her fingertips clutched on his hair tightly whenever her body felt tension and excitement below her waist.

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inmyownworld
2009-09-27 07:47 am UTC (link)

Instinct was a lovely thing. It seemed that Merope was a faster learner than she let on, and as long as they moved in tandem, things would go well until one or both of them became too tired. It surprised him that she called him by name. He wasn't thinking about Merope as Merope, but as Laura, and he wondered if it bothered her that he was himself and not whoever she doubtless wished he was. He shuddered as she pulled on his hair, his hands holding her hips more tightly as he continued to thrust upwards.

By now, it had stopped mattering to L that things didn't feel perfectly moral. The fact that Merope was 17, and that she was spoken for by a very dangerous man, and that she had been in love and had a baby were forgotten as he shamelessly took advantage of her. Every now and then, she squeezed him, down there... living bodies reacted so differently from dead ones.

He was excited in a different way, too; the angle seemed right, and judging from Merope's reactions, she would have an orgasm. He clung to her, digging his fingertips into her skin through her clothes, wanting to experience what it was like to give a woman an orgasm. He breathed in soft pants, sweat making his white shirt cling to him as Merope continued to receive his thrusts.

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heartache
2009-09-27 08:12 am UTC (link)

Merope gasped, reacting very much like a live woman should act. She could rock herself into him, granted it wasn't as fast as he might have wanted but it was certainly prolonging their orgasm with slow friction as if to make sure the both of them didn't get tired out. Her mouth went from his lips, along his cheek and stopped at the base of his neck.

She offered complete adoration for his skin, his face and body so he'd hopefully know that she was allowing him to feel what she thought he needed. Evetually, she was too consumed with their motions to do much more than tense her body and make groans into his shoulder.

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inmyownworld
2009-09-28 06:59 am UTC (link)

It was similar to his experience with Laura, but there was more to it, in ways. There was warmth, and things changed... their living skin was flush with pleasure, even if both of them were probably a little guilty to feel it, and their movements and caresses were soft and mutual. It excited L so much, to know that the other person was not simply taking what he did to her, but deriving some feeling out of it. It didn't even have to be pleasant sensations, he realized as he thrust more deeply into Merope. Just knowing that she felt him was different and very much a turn-on for him. He increased his upwards thrusts, pulling her hair, wanting her to come more than he wanted to come himself.

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heartache
2009-09-28 08:37 am UTC (link)

Rocking against him as much as she could, she made a groan of pleasure when he tugged at her hair, his increased rhythm had her tensing and gasping. The increased movements had her trembling enough for him to feel her as she suddenly tensed up, breathing fasted and moving her body against him as hard ad she possibly could before she had orgasmed.

Each thrust after that caused her to gasp or groan a bit louder since she was much more sensitive.

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inmyownworld
2009-09-29 04:04 am UTC (link)

Just watching what orgasm did to a woman's body intensified sex like nothing else, and L could feel her muscles tensing under his fingers and around his member as she increased the tempo, and her vocal reactions were wonderfully primal. He and Laura had always made love quietly, as if competing with each other to see just how little sound they could make as their bodies mingled, but this was different, careless and good and alive. Dead things could not experience pleasure, and though L was guilty to admit that he felt good, it was proof enough to him that he was still alive. After Merope's orgasm, it didn't take L to come himself with a long, deep thrust, his eyelids fluttering and his mouth parted in an expression of total, thoughtless bliss. His heart pounded, taking several minutes to slow, and his hair clung in damp strands to his pale forehead as he held Merope close for several minutes.

Realization started to sink in after his first time with a living woman. It was emotionally a bit overwhelming, and he found himself withdrawing, turning his back to her and curling tightly into a fetal position, hugging his knees. He was satisfied, but ashamed in a soft, slinking way.

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	heartache 2009-10-01 12:19 am UTC (link)
	When he had finally oragasmed himself, she had a second from the continuous friction before dropped down on top of him for the several minutes. When he finally pulled away, she slipped her panties back on over her hips before slipping behind him and her arm went around his waist, pulling him closer than before so she was against him in an affectionate way. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	inmyownworld 2009-10-11 03:15 am UTC (link)
	L stiffened, feeling Merope's arms softly clinging to him from behind him. They were spooning, cuddling like lovers... he brought one of his hands to his face, covering half of it like a broken mask. "I... won't mention this to anyone. Not if you won't. You should... you should get back to Rorschach." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	heartache 2009-10-11 05:21 pm UTC (link)
	Merope didn't understand why he asked her to come and do all this, only to shove her away. She made a pulling motion so he was on his back, her arm went around his neck and she rested her head on his shoulder. "It's okay." Merope breathed in, pressing a few light kisses against his cheek before lowering her head back down and closing her eyes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

inmyownworld
2009-11-22 11:36 pm UTC (link)

Of course it was unkind to push Merope away, and after such kindness. It occurred to L that, worst-case scenario, Merope would become pregnant and he would have to accept responsibility for bringing a new life into the world. He realized, with a swallow, that that wasn't quite the worst thing that could happen. If Rorschach was the jealous type, he would regret this more than anything he'd possibly ever done.

Still... post-coitus was a wonderful feeling. Though his heart and mind were troubling him, L's body was relaxed, he felt tired in a good way for the first time in a long while. He allowed Merope to hold him close, reaching a careful arm around her. This wouldn't last forever; it would be all right to enjoy it while it did.

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