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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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