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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

"You're scared," she said. Reaching out, she touched his cheek gently with the back of her hand. His blood and pulse was like thunder roaring in her head. She heard it all. There was no hiding from Laura in a situation such as this. It was when the line between the living and the dead was most clearly drawn.

Her hands slid down his body, hooking into the edge of his boxers and pulling down carefully. The last thing she wanted was to scare him more. Her motions were slow, deliberate, like she was undressing a porcelain doll. Though her eyes moved here and there, it took conscious effort not to stare. She didn't want to give him the vibe of a lamb that was about to be consumed by a wolf. His heart was pounding so loudly, so violently, that she had to wonder what was going through his mind.

Laura slid over him once more, and her lips met his. She kissed him delicately, tenderly, her hand lightly resting on the side of his neck. Her thumb gently stroked over his carotid artery. When she pulled away, she closed her eyes and pressed her forehead into the side of his neck where her hand had been. "Just breathe," she said softly. "I promise you that it isn't going to hurt. That's the girl's job, honestly, to hurt. But it doesn't anymore. Firstly, I can't feel pain. Secondly, I've had a good deal of practice. If you need to, talk to me. Tell me if anything doesn't feel right. If you want to stop, we'll stop. This is all on you. I know it's sometimes hard to communicate, but I won't know if you don't tell me."

Her hips shifted, and she positioned herself to complete the ancient, primal rite that they had been performing. She wondered why there were so many goddesses with sex in their pantheon, but now she knew. It really was a woman's responsibility, almost the whole thing. And that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Her lips slid up, and she bit his earlobe as they joined significantly. It was one fluid motion, not awkward or slow in the least. It was better to just go for it, she had assumed. There was no need to torture poor L any longer. Automatically, more out of habit, she forced out a long, low breath. It seemed the hard part was over. The rest was all intuition and instinct, which he hopefully possessed.

Staying still, she leaned in, her arms wrapping around him as best as she could. Laura held him tightly for a moment, waiting, counting the space between each of his breaths. She wanted to be attentive, to make sure he knew that she was paying attention to him and not just running on autopilot. Basking in the warmth that was unlike anything she had felt since dying, her toes curled. She missed being human. She missed being able to feel on a regular basis. But this was a close second.