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

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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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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-14 10:10 pm UTC (link)
L's first awareness of Laura waking was of hearing the slight sound of glass cracking. Stiffening, he turned toward her in time to see her emerge from her makeshift coffin. He made a mental note to help Laura find a way to exit her beer cooler without damaging it, and soon.

"We did do a lot of running..." L recalled, remembering how, in actuality, it had been mostly Laura. There had been a point where the bruises on his chest had made it too painful to breathe, and that coupled with his general out-of-shape-ness had caused him to falter. Laura had carried him, obliterating all of his fantasies of being the one to rescue her and being, himself, rescued instead. "Good morning... nothing hurts except my bruises, and I think that those are healing all right." L knew that Laura would likely be angry at him for keeping them a secret, but once she knew about them, maybe she'd better be able to understand his dire reaction with the firecracker. Hurting L, as a general rule, was dangerous. It triggered a part of him that was less rational.

"It's either good or bad for both of us," L decided, in his typical matter-of-fact monotone. "The only thing I can really think of that would work against me is my need for food, and I won't starve in only a few days." though L hated to be without things to gnaw on, it wouldn't be the first time that a situation had required endurance rather than a reliance on luxury.

He started to nod when Laura asked if he was cold, watching as she began to start a fire behind the counter. It made sense... fire to chase away cold... as it crackled to life, he found himself being warmed by its cheery glow. He slipped to the floor, feeling relaxed and drowsy... before his eyes snapped open in a panic. Coughing, he gestured frantically to Laura, before managing to choke, "Ventilation... I can't..." It was quite possible that Laura, not needing to breathe, had overlooked L's need to. While the fire hadn't quite sucked all the oxygen away, it would only be a matter of time.

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-14 10:34 pm UTC (link)
"Oh gods!" she exclaimed, moving quickly to action. Getting up, she grabbed the denim jacket that she had found off of her own back and tossed it onto the fire. She began stomping and, within a few moments, the fire was out. Her jacket, however, had suffered major damage; it was, in fact, barely a jacket at all after that. It was little more than a charred mass.

The light that remained in the shop highlighted how cold it was outside. It was dim and frigid, and it made long shadows. Laura could see as plain as day, but L, she knew, would have trouble in the dark. Fortunately, they had been living there for quite a goodly chunk of time. She assume that, at this point, he knew where most everything in the shop was. She was glad for that; had they ended up someplace unexpected in their haste, it could have been messy.

"I'm sorry," she began after a long and awkward silence. That was all that she could say. Her voice was caught somewhere back in her throat. "I wasn't thinking. I forgot that our windows aren't open and that, well, you breathe." Hanging her head, she wrung her hands nervously. Then, she looked up at him, an undead and mischievous twinkle in her dark eyes. "We should be thankful for small favors, though, shouldn't we? The windows aren't open; at least the cold and the snow aren't getting in that way. You might freeze, but it won't be from that."

Seating herself once more, she looked over at him. Her eyes studied his outfit. "You're not dressed warmly enough. I should have thought about it more when it started snowing. I don't know what I'm going to do, though. I was counting on the fire. Do we have any blankets?" She looked over towards the makeshift bed. There was an old and tired blanket there, and it would do. "How on earth are we going to keep you warm?"

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-14 11:18 pm UTC (link)
L watched, relieved, as Laura smothered the fire, taking slow, shallow breaths. Thank goodness that had been noticed in time. Otherwise, he might have simply fallen asleep and never woken up, and somehow he knew that while he wouldn't be around to care if that happened, Laura would be devastated. "It's OK," he said briskly, with a shrug of his shoulder. "There is no harm done... you were trying to help. And, yes, I do breathe. Maybe it would be better if..." he cut off that thought before it emerged completely. Even if he was dead like Laura, the forces that restored her to a state of animation would not apply to him. He would be dead in the conventional carrion sense, so it was best to remain alive, even if he had to deal with inconveniences like breathing.

"I might freeze?" L asked doubtfully, clearly puzzled. He had an idea of what she was hinting at, but he was too shy and too uncertain of his own appeal to assume that Laura was referring to the coolness of her own skin chilling him. "I suppose it's possible," he said after a moment, not wanting to infer too much. Though... chances were that being near her body would be better than near nothing at all. Under a blanket, it was quite possible that her body would conduct heat and therefore keep him warm.

"If you don't mind very much..." L said, awkwardly, following Laura's glance and returning to the bed, "would you mind very much staying under the blanket with me? Something like this happened to me yesterday... and I think that I only survived because there was someone with me. We kept each other warm... and even though we were both alive... maybe we could try?" he was already starting to shiver with the absence of the fire. He hung his head slightly, wishing that he didn't feel so fragile in Laura's presence. She could withstand the elements, maintain a cool detachment, and kill cougars, whereas he succumbed to soup cans, was the occasional victim of his own unstable mind, and was somewhat frailer than the average young adult male.

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-14 11:57 pm UTC (link)
In truth, she had not even been thinking about the idea of putting her body to his. If she had thought about it, she would think, mainly, that it wouldn't work. Laura was, at this point, naturally icy. That was just the way that things worked. She had never tried warming anybody with her body because there weren't many people who were willing to touch her at all. It was dry, not humid, so she wasn't clammy today, but there was something incredibly awkward feeling about her flesh. Humans, instinctively, she supposed, liked to stay away from things that were dead. As far as Laura was concerned, this was a wise decision.

"You might freeze. I anticipate the temperature in here only getting colder. Then again, the snow drifts might only do the opposite. For all I know, the windows and doors being blocked might make things warmer. If we're lucky, it will protect you from the wind. Do you know much about the science of such things?"

She wasn't looking at him when he asked, but if she had he would have seen her eyes visibly and noticeably widen. Her mouth opened for a moment and then closed. Had he really just asked what she thought he had asked? Yes, he had, she thought, but it was nothing particularly interesting. He was scientific, logical. Surely having her under the blankets was an objective means to getting warmer. Maybe he knew something about dead flesh that she did not. In fact, when she thought about it, it made a lot of sense. Her body no longer had blood, but she did have some fat left. That made a lot of sense.

Noticing his shiver, something inside of her began to hurt, and she knew that she would give in to any request that he made. Had he asked her to open up her ribcage so that she could crawl inside, she would have done so. Fortunately, this was far easier than that.

"Yes," she answered, standing up. She tugged him to his feet and dragged him along back to bed. Once they were there, she tugged off the long sleeved, deep burgundy top that she had on. It wasn't very warm; she had taken something that had been light so that real people could have the actual clothing. Reaching out, Laura wrapped her shirt around his body, trying to add more fabric to warm him. She was standing in front of him in her bra and a pair of jeans. The lighting was dim, allowing Laura to pass for human, yet she chose to take a step towards him. When she closed the distance, her myriad scars came into view. There was the long, V-shaped scar from collarbone to sternum. Her torso was riddled with long scars, wounds that had been stitched up before her burial; some of them still had the string visible. She could not look into his face. This was not her body, this was her corpse, and she was ashamed for someone to see it.

Motioning to the bed, she kept her eyes on it. "After you," she said, "how do you want us to do this? Should I be in front or in back of you?"

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-15 10:16 am UTC (link)
Though humans normally tended to stay away from dead things, the fact was that, while L had not spent much time around the dead, he had, likewise, not spent much time around the living. In his eyes, all was equal in life and death so long as the subject in question could carry out an interesting conversation. A "dead" person who could speak and reason was just as much alive to him as a "living" person in a permanently comatose state was dead. Of course... the second circumstance was slightly grey, since L himself had been subject to a similar predicament and certainly appreciated not being allowed to die. At that point, he had been too young... he had not become himself yet. If souls existed, his had manifested after he woke up and became L.

"Snow actually acts as an insulator," L said, glad that he could contribute where this was concerned. "It's better this way, for me, at least... especially this tightly packed. Even though we're trapped here, things will be warmer with the snow piled around us than without." Characteristically, L actually knew much about the science of lots of things.

Though L didn't notice Laura's eyes widen, he did notice a pause, a silence that was different from most silences. Most silences were lulls, points at which no one could think to say anything or the speakers were weary. This one was full of questions, which, in turn, raised a multitude of them in L's own mind. Of course, they increased exponentially when Laura proceeded to remove her deep, reddish-brown (for all his genius, L tended to be imprecise with exact names of colors) top and wrap it around him, leaving everything above her jeans mostly bare. He had seen scarcely clad women before, and even naked women, but never, once, had a woman removed items of clothing specifically for him. His thumb flew to his mouth, where it was gnawed fretfully for a moment as he reasoned through the situation. Laura did not appear uncomfortable... this seemed to be of her own will... he certainly didn't oppose being able to see a few of the feminine curves that both fascinated and frightened him... the scars, initially, chilled him in a gripping, jittery way, but combined with his inexperience where women were concerned... the effect was one of interest. He found himself wondering what the texture of those scars might be under exploring fingers. Perhaps rough, in contrast to the softness of Laura's body, or maybe...?

He quickly got under the covers, hoping to hide his blush before Laura commented on it. "Oh, it... doesn't really matter to me... could you be in front?" Old habits died hard. L was still nervous about being seen by women he admired.

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-15 02:42 pm UTC (link)
When his eyes hit her, she felt awkward somehow. It was almost a gagging feeling. After a moment's deliberation, she realized that she did not want his eyes on her. She liked the idea of him looking at her figure, but she did not like the idea of his eyes having to witness her scars. Her body was grizzly. There were parts of her skin that were discolored from where she'd had massive internal bleeding; no mortician in the world could make those go away. The scars stood out in relief, accented by the thick string that held her closed. In life she'd had a dislike of being naked because she was curvy; now, she detested the map that her flesh had become. It was an atlas of all her sins.

"That's good, that it's an insulator. I won't have to keep such a close eye on you. Also, I think that me being in the front is a good idea. I'll be able to make sure that you are still breathing a lot easier. I do not want to find that you have frozen while I'm not paying attention."

Watching him getting under the covers, she felt her mind swirling somewhere. Memories came crashing down upon her. For a moment, L reminded her of Shadow, and this was the first night that they were in their apartment together. They weren't married yet, but he would propose to her in two months' time. His back was to her, and she had come out of the bathroom in a black, satin nightie. "Wow," he'd said, "If I get to see that every night, I'm staying forever." "You'd better stay forever," she'd replied, and she'd curled into him.

She jerked back to the present, and she was standing over L, staring awkwardly. "Sorry," she mumbled. Stepping over him, she stretched and laid down, shifting minimally under the blanket. She didn't need it, so she made sure that he was completely covered. Shifting backwards, Laura became more of a puzzle piece than a person. She moved until her shoulders hit his chest, and the rest of her began to fall into place. She shifted and arched into the curve of his body. It was at that moment that Laura, finally and for the first time, realized that L was taller than she was. She chuckled darkly to herself at the thought. Here she was, the small and strong one, and she was taking care of a big brute. Oh, how Laura loved her big dogs. Still getting settled, she wriggled until her backside pressed into the curve of his hips. Her knees bent, heels hitting him somewhere in the shin. Finally still, she was completely molded to the shape of his body.

Laura's body was chilly to the touch. Fortunately, the temperature had been low so she was by no means clammy. The silver staples in her shoulder glittered in the dim light. The parts of their flesh that touched almost drove her mad despite the fact that it was just the back of his knuckles against her arm; they made her head spin. It was wonderfully sensual in a way, feeling his heat. It was something that she craved, the only sensation that her dead nerves could register. It made the emptiness go away. What she hoped, though, was that she wasn't stealing his heat. If it was the case, she would be moving herself at once.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her back to him. Her hair still smelled faintly of cloves, and it was somewhat clean smelling. Laura had managed, the other day before the meeting, to get herself washed while L was at the thrift shop. Her eyes stared straight ahead into the darkness. "Do you need me to move at all? Let me know what I can do to make you comfortable."

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-15 05:25 pm UTC (link)
L, unaware of Laura's wishes, did not look away from the canvas of her flesh. There was something honest, about such a body, with wounds so plainly displayed that their complexity had a quantity. L far preferred damage on the surface, that he could see and evaluate, to the no man's land of the human heart. Scars and suffering in that arena left him breathless and cold if he tried to hard to probe the extent of such uniquely human pain.

He glanced up at Laura, curled into himself like usual, unaware of how clearly such posture broadcasted the emotional abuse he himself had weathered. It did, however, create a very receptive shape for spooning, and Laura fit into the concave curve of his body nicely. He was bony, but indeed tall, and it was logical that he should be in back... but he started violently when Laura pressed her backside into his hips. Not because he was upset or frightened, but because it had felt good. Unbelievably so, actually, and he found himself wanting more of that kind of contact.

His body seemed to have come to that conclusion before his mind, however. Recalling Light's similar reaction to being under a blanket in the cold, L cringed, suddenly having a new appreciation and respect for Light Yagami. Laura certainly wasn't stealing his heat; on the contrary, she was adding to it by making him fairly glow with embarrassment. It was ridiculous. He was L. The great detective, who beat computers at chess and was known for his logic and his inhuman set of morals that got the job done. He was not an animal, and didn't think that he, of all people, should be subjected to these base urges.

He suddenly wanted to feel his skin against Laura's, aware that it might have a cooling effect on a sensation that could only be described as feverish. So complete was his humiliation that it was actually overheating him. And then, in her soft voice, she asked him if he needed her to move at all. Something about that suggestion... it took his mind back to the way she had pressed herself against his hips, and the result was that he had to either push her away or draw her closer to retain his own sanity. He fought with himself for a moment, trying to decide which would be better... especially since Laura could probably feel a certain problem against her thigh.

He wished that he wasn't so retarded when it came to this sort of situation. "S-sorry..." he stammered quietly. "I've never..."

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-15 09:04 pm UTC (link)
For a few moments, completely still and seeming more dead than ever, Laura laid there. She did not breath, she did not twitch, she did not blink. Her ears were doing all of the work, as were her superhuman senses. She heard his heart beating inside of his chest. As she was still and close to him, she felt the blood pumping through his veins. It was regular, and it was, somehow, comforting. She forced a sigh from herself. After a moment, though, she noticed a subtle change in his pulse; it was getting faster, harder. What was going on?

That was when she noticed it.

Eyes widening, she swallowed hard, and her jaw dropped open. What could she say? What could she do? Her mind was moving at the speed of light. Thoughts raced, and emotions long dead flared. This was certainly unexpected.

"No, don't be sorry," she murmured. Inadvertently, her body shifted against him, and she sought to make herself fit better, as if that would somehow solve the problem. "It...it just happens. It's something that just happens. It's an involuntary reflex at times. That's all. I don't blame you for it."

Laura fell silent for a moment. She simply laid there, trying not to move, but such a realization always made one's body twitch slightly. She found her mind traveling to awkward places, especially where she was actually thinking that she was surprised to feel anything. Part of her had wondered if they had castrated him to make him work harder, or if he was completely incapable of feeling desire. Then her mind moved to that dark and secret place, the place that had gotten her killed. She was, in some sick sense, pleased, and in that moment she felt evil. She felt sinful. No, she felt guilty. At the same time, she felt powerful. That strange sense of womanly power and passion welled up inside of her. She was tempted to turn around, to push herself against him, to steal his warmth, to make him feel even more uncomfortable.

She blurted out before she could even stop herself. "But I'm dead," she said softly, her voice barely higher than a whisper. Apparently her bedroom voice and bedroom eyes had not been stolen by death. She shook her head, bowing it slightly. "I'm hideously deformed. My body is covered in scars. And, to top it all off, I'm just as curvy as I was in life. I've never been very attractive. I mean, you've known such wonderful women. I'm downright boring, and I'm not even a woman anymore. How can you think such things about me? How am I, in any way, a turn on?" If it was at all possible, Laura was flushed. Still, she felt his knuckles against her arm. A shudder ran down her body, back arching some. Whenever she noticed him touching her, it shook the foundation of her universe so powerful was the power of human warmth.

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-15 09:44 pm UTC (link)
L couldn't believe that he'd had the audacity to make fun of Light at any point, when being in this type of situation was so uniquely hellish. Even though Laura was trying to reassure him, tell him that it wasn't his fault and that she wasn't upset, it was the most awkward thing that had ever happened to L. He reached between his legs, in an effort to persuade his "problem" to please, please go away, but if possible, the added stimulation only made it worse.

L's mind was also traveling to awkward places. He didn't know whether to feel better, that Laura had told him it was all right, or to feel dirty and ashamed. Of course, he had been "cured"of desire to make him work harder, but by no means had the effects been permanent. When he stopped taking the pills, such feelings returned.

"I'm s-s-sorry... I know that you're dead, but... you're wrong, you're actually very attractive... not 'hideously deformed', and your curves are... nice..." he stammered, trying not to overstep his bounds. "I don't know why you say such things, when... obviously, I find you fascinating, and... enjoy your company, and... admire you."

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-15 10:03 pm UTC (link)
When he reached down to adjust his positioning, Laura gasped faintly. His hand brushed her skin, which she assumed to be frigid, more towards her waist. In truth, Laura was not all that chilly. She was actually room temperature, maybe a little warmer due to the fact that she was under the blanket.

Something seemed to lift off of her chest when she heard him speak. She had spent so long feeling bad about herself that she had forgotten how it felt to be wanted, to be found attractive. It was wonderful, and it was almost as warm as his skin.

She rolled over to face him. Looking up and into his eyes, she smiled the most genuine smile that she could muster. Her hands, still cold, slid up and were gently placed upon either cheek. She leaned in, pressing her front closer to him this time. Her hips didn't fit quite as well into his at this point as they had when her back was to him. Her chest, only covered by the thin, black material of her bra, pressed into his chest, and she shifted her legs ever so slightly, wedging her knee between his.

"Shut your mouth," Laura murmured, her eyes half lidded. Her fingertips gently stroked his cheek, and she bit her lower lip faintly. She consciously decided in that place between his breaths what she was going to do. Her eyes closed, and she crossed the gap between them. Cold and dry, yet smooth at the same time, her lips pressed to his. They were parted slightly, yet she was careful not to put too much passion and aggression into it. The invitation was there for him to accept, yet she would not be offended if he did not wish to accept it. Her mouth tasted of toothpaste, for she was careful to make sure that she was clean, but there was also the faint taste of clove cigarettes and mothballs.

Unable to help herself, she pressed herself against him a bit tighter. A high pitched, lusty sigh escaped her into the kiss. And, afraid that she had done something wrong, she pulled away only a few inches, eyes closed, not daring to look at him.

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-15 10:37 pm UTC (link)
L found himself between a rock and a hard place. The more he thought about that expression, the more ways there were to pervert it, so he tried not to delve to deeply where that was concerned. Between his own rather rigid problem and the stereotypical "rigor mortis"... but L hadn't the time to think on that. He was actually more like Laura than either of them knew yet, in that he, too, responded to being wanted. It was easy to pretend that her skin was simply cool due to the temperature outside, and it was soft and smooth under his hands with the exception of intricate landscape of scars.

Though their hips didn't fit together quite as well, that wasn't to say that L didn't want to try to make them. Though his eye contact was flickering, hesitant and weak, he was able to hold it with Laura for much longer than he usually was with anyone. Instead of feeling the urge to draw back when she placed her hands against his cheeks, he found himself frozen in time and space. Most of all, he found himself wanting this as much as Laura did. He gasped slightly as she nudged one of her knees between his, shuddering deeply as he felt their chests brush each other.

It was L's first kiss. He would remember the taste of wintergreen and something soft and dusty he couldn't name, the smooth, cool brand of physical affection that he had never experienced. It was an invitation that no one in L's place would refuse, and L was, himself, no exception. He wrapped his arms around Laura, drawing her closer, wanting her closer still, feeling her sigh against his own lips and knowing that she wanted the same. When she started to pull away, he watched for a moment, his gaze passing over her closed, slightly darkened lids, before he pulled her into another kiss.

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-15 11:10 pm UTC (link)
When his arms wrapped around him and his hands touched her skin, her body melted into his. Though such passion was awkward and unfamiliar for L, it was instinctual for Laura. His actions spoke volumes, and despite the fact that he was timid and unsure, the fact that he was at least able to follow some instincts was encouraging. The heat that flowed from him to her made her feel almost alive again, and it installed in her some renewed sense of vigor.

Moving her hands from his face, she began exploring him with a sense of curiosity. What was intimacy like now? How would it feel? Would it feel at all? Her hands first moved to his own, gently guiding his fingertips over her scars. She led him over her back, tracing a few of her lesser known scars, before sliding his hands to her sides, resting them just below her bra band for a moment. Sliding down slightly, she let his hands linger at the curves on either side of her ribcage. Her hands slid to his sides, fingers gently sliding under the edge of his shirt. Her hands, cool and soft, rested flat against his skin before they slid back, resting on the small of his back, her arms wrapped around him tightly.

If Laura had known that it was L's first kiss, she would have been a bit more romantic, maybe less assertive somehow. Still, in her own defense, she did not know, and he simply seemed shy. The way his body responded to her touches, to her kiss, only made her want more. She was getting needy, lusty even. When he kissed her back, she knew that there was no going back. She had to admit to herself that she felt, and what she felt was an attraction to L that was not simply a desire to protect him; it was something deeper, perhaps more sinister in ways, and it was, at least, physical. Still, she knew it to be more.

Unable to resist, she practically clawed at him. She held onto him as if he were the only stable thing left in the universe. Her chest heaved with breathing that was more of the memory of a reaction than an actual need. Grabbing his hand, she slid it around her body and down to her rear, placing it firmly upon the jean covered swell of her butt. One of her hands traveled back to his cheek, stroking gently. Pulling away from the kiss, she gasped, smiling that hopeless smile of hers. Her eyes half opened, and she glanced at him.

"Wow."

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-16 12:00 am UTC (link)
Fortunately, L's instincts combined with Laura's expertise were more than enough to propel things forward. With anyone else, he might have been afraid to continue, or requested that things go more slowly, but there was something safe about Laura. With her, he felt not only accepted, but free of judgment and derision. He was unconditionally embraced, regardless of his thoughts and actions, because...

His thoughts sounded like the classic necrophiliac's profile.

It wasn't like that, he thought firmly, chasing that notion out of his head. Laura walked and spoke and cared, about him at least, and that was what mattered. She was more alive than so many humans... what was wrong, exactly, with being attracted to her and holding her and kissing her like this? As long as she held him back, L reasoned, then it was no different from a union between two living partners.

And she was holding him back... he could feel her cool hands raising the hairs on his scalp all the way from their place on the small of his back. If Laura was needy, then he was needier still, because he had a living body that had gone years without this kind of attention and contact. Part of L still refused to believe that it was happening, that his speculations and fantasies were actually taking place. Even if they were sinister from Laura's perspective, he could see nothing but incredible kindness in her actions. Instead of rejecting him, she had offered an invitation of her own, and now they were creating a secret together.

His hand slipped below the waistband of her jeans, feeling the soft, smooth skin, wanting to both touch and see more. It was somewhat overwhelming, the act of foreplay, but in a gentle, persistent, and pleasurable way.

He nodded, wide-eyed, in response to Laura's "wow."

"I... really liked that..." he breathed, his own chest heaving to match Laura's (though he had to admit that it didn't quite have the same erotic effect hers managed).

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-16 12:41 am UTC (link)
It was probably for the best that L hadn't mentioned the word necrophiliac out loud. It wasn't a very pretty word, and she knew how living people felt about people who did that sort of thing. Still, she probably wouldn't have stopped him if he had mentioned that word. As long as he seemed to want her, she didn't care what he was.

Part of her, at first, felt incredibly guilty. She was, after all, technically still married. Then, ironically, wedding vows filtered through her mind: 'til death do us part. Well, death had happened, both for herself and for Shadow. She supposed that was a contract that was now, pretty much officially, null and void. Besides, the last time she had seen Shadow, he had wanted absolutely nothing to do with her. He had barely been able to look at her sideways, let alone straight on. This was not cheating; this was moving on. And all that she knew was that she felt very, very strongly about L.

With a fluid shift of her weight, Laura shifted L onto his back and herself onto his lap. She looked down at him, perched atop him like some kind of feral cat. Her long, dark, chestnut colored hair hung around her shoulders, framing her pale face. In the dim lighting of the snowstorm, she was almost luminescent. Surprisingly, Laura weighed much, much less than a typical girl of her height and body build. Apparently blood and other things weighed an awful lot. She was glad, for the first time, that she weighed nearly half of what she should; he looked so thin and delicate beneath her. Part of her wondered if she should start worrying about her weight again.

At present, his hand was trapped down the back of her jeans. She leaned forward slightly, pressing her rear end into his grip a little bit. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. Still, she didn't have the heart to take any of his clothes off. The point of all of that was to make him warm, not to get him naked. She didn't want him to catch a chill.

"I really liked that, too," she said, her voice still soft. For someone who was so monotone, she had a wonderfully sensual purr when she was whispering sweet nothings. Sliding a hand down to grab the one that was not in her pants, she placed his fingers on the dull, metal tab at the top of the zipper. Leaning down, she pressed her lips against his earlobe. "What are you thinking?" she whispered. Her teeth lightly grazed the lobe, and she breathed out softly. Her hand slipped to his waist, fingertips sliding just under the band of his jeans, feathery touches stroking across his skin.

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-16 01:17 am UTC (link)
Even later, in his private journal, L would avoid mentioning that word. He knew that, of all sexual deviants, necrophiliacs were perhaps the most timid and innocuous, harmless, nervous creatures who could not find affection among the living.

L shook himself. He was not a sexual deviant. He was a virgin, how could he be?

The new position came with a new perspective; on his back, L had a clear view of Laura's face and body, at an admirer's angle. He could feel her weight against his lap and it was the type of friction he craved. He was beginning to realize these things, as new synapses fired and new connections and associations were made at frantic speeds within his busy- but entirely focused- head.

He squeezed in response when he felt her press herself into his hand, appreciative of the gesture despite his trepidation into this whole, unfamiliar arena. His heart was pounding in his chest, his limbs felt invigorated due to the increased bloodflow, and other, newer sensations were occurring in other extremities.

L found it immensely encouraging that Laura had liked it, as well... that she had derived pleasure from the encounter, as he had... that she was still watching him with desire in her dark eyes. Feeling the zipper between his fingertips like a cool metal key, he closed his eyes as Laura asked him what was on his mind. "Everything and nothing," he decided, after giving it some thought. His back arched slightly as she ran her own fingers under his waistband, his spine feeling like living liquid under the teasing caress.

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-16 01:42 am UTC (link)
"How is that fair?" she chided him, head canting to the side as she looked down at him. A dark chuckle escaped her throat. "That's so very, very vague. Why can't you tell me what you're thinking? Don't I get to know? I always tell you whatever is on my mind." Her hands slid along his sides as she leaned down, laying atop him, hoping that he was still getting warmer, or at least staying at the same degree of warmth. Under her touch, it didn't seem that he was getting much colder.

His fingers on her zipper were absolutely brutal. It was almost painful to know that his touch was so close, yet he was doing nothing. Did he know what delicious agony he was causing her? She guessed not, but she hoped that he could learn. She, herself, was in the process of learning. Her body responded differently now, far differently than it had when she was alive. Things felt different; mainly, Laura was glad that she could feel. But what she could feel was more intense than it ever had been. The longing was deeper than ever. The burning sensation in the pit of her stomach was stronger than she'd ever experienced. The feel of his skin against her skin was almost searingly hot. It was definitely a fascinating way to experience desire.

Hands sliding to his hair, she massaged his scalp gently. She stroked her fingers through the dark mop, caressing his forehead. Resting her head on his shoulder, Laura nodded. "You know what I'm thinking?" she asked, hoping that he was somewhat curious. Without waiting for a response, she decided to go on. "When I used to get feeling lusty, back when I knew Shadow and before, things happened way faster than they are right now. In another world, a world that feels like it was a thousand years ago, I would be in the back seat of some guy's van, or in the catwalk over the auditorium, and we'd already be done by now. This is so completely different than anything I've ever done before. I'm not sure what to do...and that gives me an odd feeling that I can't quite name. Silly of me, isn't it?"

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-16 02:02 am UTC (link)
L swallowed, averting his eyes shyly. Of course, a main reason he felt like he couldn't elaborate further on his present thoughts was the fact that they were becoming far less innocent. "You always do tell me whatever is on your mind..." he agreed, his voice overly soft due to the effort he was pouring into controlling it. "OK... I'll say more... you are on my mind, Laura Moon... will that suffice?"

There was nothing ravenous about L's particular kind of affection. He was a lover the same way he was a human being; just as he handled objects with supreme delicacy which suggested that he was afraid to disturb even the slightest microbe and leave a trace of his presence, he handled intimacy like it was something he could destroy at any moment. Laura's zipper had been given to him, but he wasn't sure that he quite trusted himself to undo it. It didn't take him long to realize that he was capable and willing, and he kissed Laura as he carefully unzipped her jeans and undid the button holding them closed at her small waist.

Strangely, the most exhilarating thing yet for L to hear from Laura was the fact that something was going to be new for her. Just knowing this made him slightly more confident, certainly more open to the idea of opening himself to Laura. "It's... very different from anything I've done before, as well..." L agreed, closing his eyes, relishing the feel of Laura's cool fingertips against his scalp. "Sometimes, faster isn't better... isn't it like eating all your vegetables, and then getting dessert...?"

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-16 02:26 am UTC (link)
"Hm, my full name. I'm not sure if I should be worried about that, Ryuzaki. My mother always called me Laura Moon when I was in trouble with her after I was married. Am I in trouble?" Winking at him, she chuckled softly. Oh how she wished those thoughts, as devilish as they might have been, would find form. She wanted to know what was on his mind, what sort of thing he thought about when it came to being with someone in such a way. She, selfishly, wanted to know what he was thinking about her. "It will have to suffice if it is the truth and if it is all that you will give me. It's just as well; it gives my mind room to wander and lets me think about all of the deliciously wicked things that you might be pondering. I know the capacity of your mind for great thoughts, so I cannot help but wonder what insignificant part of your intellect I get to live in. It's interesting to me that I'm being thought about, considered, if you will."

There was not a single time in her life that, in bedroom affairs, Laura could say that she was treated delicately. The thought of that actually scared her. When she had messed around with whomever she pleased, the pace had never really been all that delicate; it had, in fact, gotten downright rough at most times. She did not, therefore, even have any words when it came to Shadow and her in the bedroom. The neighbors in the apartments adjacent to them on all five sides had complained numerous times, but they had just laughed and ignored them. Once, when they were spending the weekend at her mother's house, the woman had complained that they sounded like cats in heat; Laura's sister was convinced that Shadow was beating on her and had almost called the police. To be treated like something that could break now that she was more durable than ever was wonderfully ironic to her, and she could not help but see the dark humor in it.

Additionally, she could not help but see how different L was. She supposed that was why she liked him. In life, she had never had any different. For her, he was exotic; he was interesting and fascinating because he was different, and she was hopelessly attracted to him. She had never known a man who was delicate, thoughtful, intelligent, and frail. She had never known a man who needed protecting, and she liked to be able to offer that to him. She liked being the one that looked after him, and she liked teaching him things.

Despite the fact that she relished the opportunity to experience all of the wonderful and new sensations that came with making out with L, she still found it very difficult to handle. She was a very passionate, intense, and physical woman. When he finally slid the zipper down, she almost cried out from relief. She could almost hear the zipper going down tooth by tooth. It was the longest unzipping of her existence, yet it was exquisite. The fact that he undid the button after unzipping her pants also struck her. Usually that went first, and the lack of regularity in the pattern heightened her senses.

Sliding off of him, she made sure that he was tucked beneath the blanket. Standing up, she gazed down at him like some sort of great predator. The corners of her lips twisted upwards. Sliding her hands through her hair, shaking it out, Laura nodded. "Mm. I agree that faster isn't necessarily better. But I've always been an impatient girl. Still, I have all the time in the world, now, so I can wait. If you so desire to torture me..."

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-16 02:27 am UTC (link)
Her voice trailed off. Hips swaying, she locked eyes at him. Her hands slid down her body, one caressing along her neck and her collar bone. Hands slowly stroking over her breasts, she let her palms trail down her sides until they reached the waist of her pants. She shifted so that she was in profile to him, bending forward slightly, and she slid the jeans painfully slowly down and off, making sure to take extra time. Kicking them to the side, she stood before him in only her lingerie, which was black and lacy and hid just enough to keep him wondering what it would look like on the floor.

Satisfied with her undressing, Laura slid back under the blanket with him. She wrapped her body around his as she took her place on his lap once more. Biting into her lower lip, she twined her fingers with his, lightly holding down his hands. It would be easy for him to move them if he so desired. "I suppose that I can go along with that game." She nibbled his earlobe gently before placing a delicate kiss on his temple.

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-16 02:58 am UTC (link)
"You're not in trouble... but 'Ryuzaki' is not my name, so... please call me 'L'," L said, still running his hands softly over Laura's form as if unable to believe that she was giving him the opportunity to do so. It would be infinitely better for him once Laura started using the name that meant prestige, power, and competence... not a shabby stand-in for a boy who wasn't real. As for what L thought about the situation... his mind was surprisingly nudging him aside, setting locks and traps to keep him from thinking too deeply about the whole affair. Ever since he was a child, his brain had been a scary place, where things fell into place and where intelligence blazed brightly, but it was so easy to get lost, hurt, or burned in such a mind. He had been told that he would grow into it, that he would someday fit his genius, but his mind had grown with him, always staying in control, helping him reason but not allowing him to destroy himself, existentially or otherwise. "What on earth makes you think that you're not worthy of my thought?"

L was different; he was a young soul in a body already hunched from the weight of the world resting on his bony shoulders. His face was youthful, but his eyes (if one managed to look directly into them) were wayward, wild, and haunted with humanity's greatest triumphs and shames. He loved secrets, he kept secrets, he was a secret. But secrets were protected, and safe, and shared with no one, or else they ceased to be secrets.

L didn't want to be a secret, from Laura. He wanted, above all, to be a truth, something that they both valued so highly, and he wanted Laura to, in turn, be a truth for him. Because, like Laura had never known a fragile man who needed protecting, L had never known a strong woman who was safe from being lost or broken.

At first, L wasn't sure if he was supposed to watch Laura's strip tease or avert his eyes respectfully. After a moment, though, all such speculation fled his mind; it didn't seem possible not to watch. He was male, and even though Laura seemed to condemn her curves on a regular basis, he rather liked them and the effect that the lingerie had on them. Laura was beautiful, he decided, and he tried to let her know with his dark eyes that he thought so. His expression of admiration was difficult for anyone to mistake. "No... the last thing I desire is to torture you... but this is not a game, Laura... at least, I hope you do not see it that way, because I cannot. This is the best thing that has happened to me since arriving here. No... in years... perhaps since I woke up from my long sleep."he squeezed her hands with his own, his long, thin fingers meshing pleasantly with Laura's.

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[info]spitandviolets
2009-05-17 02:03 pm UTC (link)
"Of course it's a game, L," she murmured, sinking down to him, pressing close to him, her hands wrapping into his, fingers squeezing tenderly. She leaned in, kissing him softly, her lips just barely brushing against his own. "But it's not a bad game, it's a good one. Romance, passion, love, desire: they're the most important and pleasing games that human beings can play. It's like chess, in a way, because you're always trying to get closer to the other person, yet people tend to put up barriers to keep people out. The point of the game is a mutual win; the point of the game is to kill the loneliness, to make life bearable, to be closer to another person than is possible with anyone else in the world. Also, such things are supposed to be fun. Sex should never be a chore, nor should love be. So torture me, if you see fit; it's part of the game, the buildup, the waiting, that makes it all worth while. Tell me that I'm in trouble, for it will only make me work harder to make you pleased with me. So please, L, don't tell me not to see it as a game. It's one of the only ones that I play well, and it's one that I want to play with you."

She shifted slightly, adjusting her hips so she could sit more comfortably in his lap. She hoped that she wasn't hurting him in any way. That was the last thing that she wanted. Taking one of his hands, she lifted it to her lips, kissing his knuckles softly. Her tongue flicked out, lightly licking the back of his hand. His skin still felt warm to her, and it was wonderful. She lifted his hand to her cheek and nuzzled it tenderly, dark eyes staring down at him.

It was foolish, but she knew that she had to answer his question concerning why she was not worthy of his thoughts. Truth was her trade, so she chose to answer honestly. In life, she'd been too familiar with lies or secrets, or omission to the point of being lies. "You've known so many interesting women in your life, L," she replied. His name still felt foreign to her tongue despite the fact that it was far easier to say. She decided that it would be her name, one that she would call him when they were together; it would help keep him mysterious in the eyes of others, shielded from them, in their own little world where nothing was wrong. "You've known that Naomi woman, Wedy, and Misa Amane. They're so vivid, and they stick out so well in your mind that even here you can remember them well enough to mention them. You tell such interesting stories about them, and they have all been incredibly important to you. They're brilliant, or, if not brilliant, intriguing and powerful, perhaps frightening. I am not worthy of your thought because I am no such thing. I do not want you to think about me, for I do not know what you would think. I do not possess their valor. I am not beautiful, nor intelligent, nor a detective, nor noteworthy. I was a travel agent, and I am dead now. One day you will wake up, and you will fulfill your promise to me: you will leave when a better woman comes along. I will no longer have a clear reason to exist, and all of this will be a dream."

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[info]inmyownworld
2009-05-17 03:19 pm UTC (link)
L had always thought of games as contests, competitions, battles to determine the superiority of one mind over another. To hear Laura compare romance and (had she really said it?) love to chess, as a mutually fulfilling and victorious game, was just what the logically-minded detective needed to begin to wrap his mind around the concepts. He knew that, regardless of what Laura claimed about herself, there were things that she could teach him. She had known love in her life, and he was just waking up to it. "I don't want to torture you," L said earnestly. He bit his lip, averting his eyes shyly. "However... I do want to make love to you, whether we view it as a game or not. And soon." It wasn't a demand, or even a request, but a simple, modest statement of fact.

Laura was not hurting L, and if she was causing discomfort, it was the kind that was conducive to this sort of activity. He wanted to seize her hips and pull her closer against him, but was currently distracted by the motions of her tongue against his his knuckles, and then his hand against her cool, smooth cheek.

It stunned L that Laura could continue to be so hard on herself when he was clearly in the palm of her hand. "I've known interesting women... but you're interesting," he insisted. "Besides... of anyone I've known, you're the only one I've done anything approaching this with. Even though I'm intrigued, and a little frightened, it doesn't matter that you're dead. It just matters that you're Laura, and that you are serious about this, even if it is a game. Because I don't want another woman."

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