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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"I know how she feels," Laura murmured after L's recitation of facts concerning Bernini's statue. She smirked faintly, her fingers stroking over his chest. She drew a heart shape on his chest with her index finger over where his heart was; she only knew because she could hear it everywhere. "You're the angel, and your touch is divine. The feel of you, of your skin, of your warmth, is unlike anything I've ever experienced, in this part of my existence or the last two. You have an arrow, and it's pointed straight at my heart. Is it possible for me to bestow that, or this, type of rapture upon you?" She leaned in, kissing him gently, her fingertips cupping his face. "You're beautiful. You're so vivid and alive. I will make you feel more so."

The thing about being dead was that there was only fact and truth. There were no lies, no speculation, not even in a case like this. She had to speak in truths, and she was certain that she would do everything in her power to make him feel like the saint instead of the angel. Her head tilted to the side, eyelashes lightly brushing against his cheek. It was a gesture of appreciation for the awe he had exhibited when she'd turned around. At that point, she had half expected him to flee in terror. She could never get used to the scar that ran from her sternum to her navel. The entirety of her torso had been in pieces; that was unsettling, even for her.

Reluctantly, her body let him go when he pulled away to undress. She should have offered to help, but there was always something endearingly awkward about a guy getting undressed. Laura, like L, knew that men had very little finesse when it came to stripping down. Shadow had forgotten to take off his socks before his pants one time when they were sleeping together, and she had fallen into hysterics. Needless to say, it had been intimate self-love on both of their parts that night. She just could not look at him straight after seeing him in only underwear and white tube socks half way to his knees. L, however, was a little more graceful. It could have been that he didn't have tube socks on, and it also could have been that he wasn't as...tough...as shadow. He was skinny, like a ruler, not the muscled bear of a gentleman that Shadow had been. There was almost something more feminine, though she wasn't about to voice that. He probably would have been offended, even if it was true, and for once she was able to bite her tongue and not say something. Instead, she only gave him one of those half-smiles of hers.

"Much better," she said, crawling to him on all fours. Laura looked much like the cougar that she had utterly destroyed in the forest all those days ago. Leaning down, she kissed at his inner calf, her dark eyes gazing up the length of his body. "I'm not so alone if you're mostly naked with me." Her lips continued to brush along his leg, kissing at the inside of his knee, before she began straddling his body once more. She kissed his thigh, slowly, higher, before she moved her lips away and began sliding up his body once more. She did not allow any part of her to touch those more sensitive bits, her entire frame hovering just that much above him. Once she was out of dangerous territory, though, she began kissing again, from his navel upwards.

Meeting his face once more, she nibbled her lower lip. Kissing the tip of his nose, she chuckled darkly. "Hi," she said. "I'm Laura. How are you doing?"