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Tweak says, "Do you have to let it linger?"

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
2009-05-16 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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