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Tweak says, "Imperio!"

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
2009-05-17 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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