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inmyownworld (inmyownworld) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-14 16:23:00

Current music:	Ben Folds- "The Luckiest"
Entry tags:	!complete, day 07, l lawliet, laura moon, location: pharmacy/liquor store

And In a White Sea of Eyes, I See One Pair That I Recognize And I Know...
Who: L Lawliet and Laura Moon
What: Snowed in equals things happen.
Where: The snowbound drug store.
When: Day 7, morning
Rating/Warnings: R for sexuality, ~~necrophilic overtones~~ Full-blown necrophilia. Batten down the hatches if you're squeamish.
Status: Complete

Things were different that morning. L woke stiffly on the makeshift bed in the corner, cobbled together with various things he had found in the thrift shop. He still used Laura's cardigan to rest his head on; though he had tried to give it back to her, she always insisted that he use it that way.

Stretching, he shuffled towards the door, pushing it open... except that it wouldn't budge. Puzzled, he rammed his shoulder against it, wondering if it was jammed... but to no avail. Had Bob or Light locked him in? Just then, he noticed that the darkness he'd presumed came with early morning was actually due to heavily packed snow piled up around the windows.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-03 01:35 pm UTC (link)

If L knew one thing very well, at this time, it was that the last thing he wanted to do was disappoint Laura. Even though her death essentially meant, when he thought about it too hard, that there shouldn't be any expectations, he felt obligated to perform as well with her as with any woman. Better, in fact, because it was starting to look like she was his girlfriend, in no uncertain terms.

L liked certain terms. Speaking of which, he knew for a fact that Laura was very, very sexy, and that he wasn't used to this amount of stimulation. Inside of her, he was being held, and squeezed, and encouraged, and when a man was as willing as L, it didn't take much encouragement, especially the first time. Trying to match and meet her motions, falling into the rhythm and feeling along her thighs until he found her hands, he tried very hard to hold out and make the most intimate moment he'd ever had last longer. However, it seemed that biology worked against one, even when one thought about it very hard.

His brain, normally an extremely involved part of everything from cognition to movement, was suddenly blurred out and left in the dust. Though L had had wet dreams on occasion, waking perplexed, sticky, and ashamed, it was his first time experiencing the thoughtless haze of orgasm. He was breathless, panting, and, he'd realize later, completely out of control. Strangely, it wouldn't bother him that much, because he was learning, quickly, that it was safe to be out of control with Laura. She would take care of him.

He wanted to warn her, but only got as far as "Laura, I'm..." before the most intense physical sensation seized him, shook him, emptied him, and then, as quickly as it had started, left him. They were still joined, but the tension and urgency were gone, and only a sleepy, unwound desire to clean up, eat strawberry shortcake, and then fall asleep with his head on Laura's stomach remained. Only one of those things was probably completely possible, under the circumstances.

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spitandviolets
2009-06-04 11:13 am UTC (link)

She wasn't entirely sure that she was capable of disappointment. After all, was it that strong an emotion? In the sense of not getting any chocolate cake two days after a birthday party, no, not really. In the sense of it raining for an entire week of vacation? A little more so. In the case of never having told her father the day he died that she cared about him, well, yes. That was big enough to matter.

Still, it was very nice that he was doing his best for her, that he was trying. Things were always better when they were mutual. Laura was trying very hard to make this, first of all, significant, and second of all, not creepy. They were both more difficult than she had imagined upon first taking on this responsibility. There was none of the human uncertainty, but undead uncertainty was equally interesting. Was she too cold? Was she hurting him? Was there enough friction? Too much? It was hard to say, especially since all she could feel was his warmth.

When he said her name, she knew, almost instantly, what was happening. "I know," was all that she said, quietly, blankly. And she allowed it to happen, for there was nothing else that she could do.

No matter how times she had been with a man, that moment always snuck up on her. She was attentive, yes, but she was also a bit single minded in so much as that she wanted to do a good job and give her lover the most pleasure possible. Her mind knew before the rest of her, though, and that was a good thing. His pulse started racing, and she could hear his breath starting to catch in his chest. Her hands flipped over, and she twined his fingers with his, holding his hands tightly. Seated atop him, she watched as his body and his expression changed. It was very different from anything she'd experienced while she was alive. After all, she was usually caught up in the moment as well. Here, she could be objective. Here, she could observe him. It was beautiful in ways that humans probably never recognized. She watched as he transformed from the picture of innocence and control into something altogether different. He was wild, free; he had become something ancient.

Despite her best efforts, Laura was filled with that incredible sorrow. Some things never died. She didn't have any explanation for it. Her empathy and her compassion were dead. Then again, maybe she was sorry for herself. After all, she was responsible for this. She'd stolen something that he could never have back. It was her fault, and she was sorry that she had taken it from him. That was not to say she was sorry to have been with him, but she had done it again. What she had tried so hard to get away from, what had been responsible for her death, she could not escape.

She remained atop him for a short time. The moments seemed to stop and spin around backwards. She wasn't staring, but she was watching him for some sort of reaction, some kind of signal. When his shuddering had slowed and almost stopped, she shifted off of him. Laura leaned in, and she gently kissed his eyelids. Grabbing the blanket, she wrapped him in it. He didn't need to catch a chill and get sick. That would be the least considerate thing that she could have done.

Unable to stop herself, she gathered him into her arms. She held him tightly, her fingers stroking through his hair. She wanted to cry, but it didn't seem that it was possible. Inside, then, Laura was crying. The loss of innocence was hard for her to take. She'd wrecked the person she was trying to protect, even if he'd all but asked her to. The fingers of one hand gently gripped at his back, and the other hand pressed his face into her shoulder.

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inmyownworld
2009-06-04 06:35 pm UTC (link)

L had done his best, without even having a clear idea of what standards were. For him, that had probably been the hardest part; not knowing what "good" or "excellent" or "poor" were defined as, simply wandering blindly into something he had no previous experience with. But he was gaining ground, and learning quickly, and he couldn't imagine anyone but Laura showing him the way.

A living man, he had been completely unaware of Laura's objective observation of him, but an infant desire for mutual satisfaction was stirring in his personality. He wondered how it had been for his partner, if she had felt anything, or simply been a receptacle for his pleasure. The latter choice was unpleasant; L dismissed it due to the way it seemed to remove Laura's personality and everything he liked about her.

Fingers clasped with Laura's, breath slowing, muscles relaxing, L started to regain his usual composure, along with his signature awkwardness. He felt completely spent, his limbs heavy in a wholesome way. As they separated, L started to curl, feeling naked and vulnerable now that they seemed to be finished, but Laura fixed that by wrapping a blanket around him even before his sleepy body registered the fact that he was cold. Then she wrapped him in an embrace, stroking his messy hair, and it occurred to L that she was holding him like this for a reason. Whether it was to protect him, or heal him, or apologize to him, she needed to know something.

"Laura?" he mumbled into her cool shoulder. "I love you..."

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spitandviolets
2009-06-04 10:06 pm UTC (link)

The fact of the matter was that she didn't have any way of teaching him what "good" or "excellent" or "poor" was. This wasn't some class in high school. It was something that people did. As long as the parties involved didn't think negatively about it, it was good. Knowing to what degree that something like this stood up was never readily apparent, and it wasn't stable. Perceptions about sex and relationships were always changing depending on where that relationship was.

And it was very soon that Laura came to the stark realization of where this relationship was.

The words surprised her. She hadn't been expecting them, and they effected her greatly. She couldn't cry, but something inside of her hurt. How was she supposed to answer that? She didn't know if she loved him. She knew that she felt very protective of him, and she knew that she didn't want anything bad to happen to him. She wanted to help him through any problems that he had, and she wanted to always be there. But love? She wasn't sure that it was love. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe the job of the undead, especially ones ruled over by this particular coin, was to protect a human being.

Her grip on him increased, and she held him tighter. It wasn't dangerous, though. She was fully in touch with her strength at the moment, and she was choosing to be firm yet gentle with him. She could not look at him. The idea of meeting his eye at the moment was devastating. Did he not sense her apology, her agony, in the embrace? Was he really going to make her speak to him when she simply did not havve any words to offer?

"L," she said softly. Her fingers, cool and smooth, stroked against his cheek. Turning her head to the side, she kissed his temple. It was incredibly strong, the sentence he'd just said. He didn't have to say that. And part of her wanted to rationalize that it was just afterglow. Yet he seemed to be himself. He was calm in her arms. Why had time seemingly restarted now that their moment was over? Why couldn't they just stay timeless?

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inmyownworld
2009-06-05 12:01 am UTC (link)

Whether Laura's job was to love him or protect him, or a combination of both, or not a job at all but a calling or desire... L couldn't understand any of them. He and Laura were opposite sides of a coin facing each other, but there were things that they couldn't communicate. Things that were beyond one another. That was just how it had to be. But it was L's first time saying "I love you" to anyone, and he couldn't deny that there was a connection. Famously odd about expressing his emotions, he'd just articulated a profound one. Not only that, he'd completely offered Laura his heart, at his own risk, through wisdom or folly.

His spirits fell slightly when she didn't return the words. Perhaps he'd spoken them too soon, or with too much sincerity. Maybe Laura was not ready to hear those words from a man who wasn't her husband. Maybe it was too intimate, like eye contact was for L. However, her embrace was still strong and meaningful, yet soft at the same time. They had embraced as lovers, and he had revealed that he loved Laura, but their eyes still could not meet. He would ponder on it, later. For now, he just wanted to fall asleep in her arms, not torturing himself wondering if she could feel that way about a living person. Because, he was himself, and he meant what he said.

"Laura." he nestled closer, turning so that his head was in her lap, closing his eyes. His body wouldn't let him forget how much energy he'd expended a few minutes ago.

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