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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

A celebration of life. Laura had never heard it described that way. Obviously, she did not hang out in the elite and sentimental circles that L had. After all, for her, sex had always been something that one just did. It was an act. She did it because it felt good, and it felt natural. There wasn't a whole lot of thinking that went into it. When she had done it in the past, she had always considered it practice of sorts. Having children was a one-shot deal, Russian Roulette in a way. She wanted lots and lots of practice before it was time to actually make some. Now this, this was like finally winning the lottery when you were eighty-seven; having sex was something she thought she'd never experience ever again.

In a way, though, it was a celebration of life. Perhaps more so, it was a celebration of existence, of survival. After all, how had Laura been returned to a state of existence after her time had come? How had L been saved from the jaws of death in his own world at the hand of a mass murderer? How had they ended up in this place, at the same time, and how had he been in the drug store when Laura was returning from killing a cougar? And together, they were surviving. Just as the human race had done from the beginning, they were together despite insurmountable odds. It truly was the power of the human spirit, and perhaps it reflected part of Laura Moon that was, indeed, still a human being. Their current positioning was hundreds, thousands of years old, and it was a dance that had been burned into the minds of the very first human beings. It was primal, dangerous, and it was, somehow, wrong. Their meeting was the union of life and death, yet they were two sides of the same coin. Instead of being back to back, they were, for once, face to face, embracing each other.

And these thoughts, as they entered Laura Moon's brain, clearly belonged to someone else. She had no such wisdom, no such anthropological knowledge, and no awe at the human condition. Human, after all, was something that she had once been; she was not that anymore.

She had never stopped to ponder how similar they must have looked. Pale? Check. Dark eyes? Check. Detached manner of speaking? Check. How could they have been in such an enclosed area and not found each other? While opposites did have a tendency to attract, like did tend to call to like. So close together, and so naked, the lines between them seemed to blur, even to Laura's sharp vision.

"Even better?" she said, her fingers lightly touching along his sides. Her touch was like a feather, the pads of her fingers barely stroking at his skin. "Well, I don't know about that. I mean, I was thinking that I might be boring you. Why don't we just call it like it is and head to bed, hm?" Leaning down, Laura tucked her head into his shoulder, eyes closing. She relaxed a little, but her butt was still up in the air. Her angle gave him line of sight all the way down her spine. "See? I'm already asleep. Watch how convincing I can be." She chuckled and laid there, eyes closed, for a few moments.

Her body began to shift against him. Lowering herself to sit on his lap, she was pressed firmly against him, chest against chest, hips against hips. Though she was light, she at least had enough weight in her still to feel somewhat substantial. Her lips kissed along his collar bone, nipping gently. She pressed herself against him, practically trying to become part of him, as her knees hooked into his hips, anchoring her firmly in place. Wild horses probably would not have been able to shake her off of him.

"How can I make it better?" she asked, her voice a whisper against the soft flesh of his shoulder.