reluctant_voice (reluctant_voice) wrote in zero_hour_rp, @ 2009-03-18 20:14:00 |
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Current music: | Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds- "Loverman" |
There's A Devil Waiting Outside Your Door... (How Much Longer?)
Who: L and Imari
When: Thursday, March 19
Where: Imari's Garden of Earthly Delights
What: L loses his virginity. He'll sorely regret it later on.
Rating/Warnings: Strong R, for sexuality and drug use.
The Garden of Earthly Delights. L tilted his head, looking at the rose-framed sign. It didn't look like the kind of place anyone on Heaven's side, much less someone with the title Metatron, should be near. But as the appointed "voice of God," shouldn't L have the right to check out anything that appeared suspicious at all? Besides... he knew that Imari worked here, and that he was strangely curious about her. A bell tinkled softly at the entrance of the store as he pushed the door open.
Immediately, he realized that he was out of his element. Most of the things in the store he had never seen. Even though they were unfamiliar, their shapes and colors were strangely provocative.
L started slightly, surprised to see the woman in charge of such an odd store. She looked surprisingly normal, with long brown hair, bright green eyes, and smooth skin... he did admit to himself that she was particularly attractive.
"Hi... I'm doing well... you must be Imari," L said, feeling suddenly extremely shy and awkward. He wasn't good with people in general, but women especially were hard for him to interact with on a casual level. "Um... I've never been here before," he said, stating the painfully obvious, but leaving it as an invitational statement for Imari to explain things.
Guessing by the way he acted, she had a feeling this may be the Metatron she spoke to earlier, Ryuzaki. She decided to keep up the cheerful appearance. That would be the best way to get something going on here...
She smiled as she moved to stand in front of him. "Aww, aren't you cute? I love shy guys, they are a class of their own. Of course, I've known it's usually the quiet ones you have to look out for..." She gave him a wink.
"I'm Ryuzaki... we've spoken before," L said, staying wary and cautious despite Imari's cheerful and open behavior. His intuition was nudging him from within, probably one of the major reasons he had been chosen for his position. He knew, for one, that Imari was on Hell's side, and that didn't help her case when it came to earning his ease and trust.
"C-c-cute?" he stammered, taking a few shuffling steps backward and bringing his hand to the back of his head, the affected little Japanese gesture interestingly suited to him. "Um... are you... sure... it's OK to be talking to me like that? We were literally just introduced in person."
L did, indeed, want to take a look around... though there was the slight matter of having no bloody clue where to start.
"What is this?" he inquired, picking up a large pink dildo and squinting at it. He turned it at varying angles, as if that would help his analyzation of the object.
Oh, how much better it would be to teach him!
"I will start with this: What do you know of human sexual interaction? Hm?"
L stared at her. "You... really are forward," he said, worrying the dildo between his long fingers nervously. When it came right down to it, he knew the very basic nature of "human sexual interaction." He knew that semen was useful in solving crimes, and that people often didn't look very good, after crimes of that nature. Having never witnessed a sexual act, however, L was, indeed, a bit clueless. Watari had done his job well in keeping "L" efficient and single-minded, actually instilling a veritable fear of sex in his charge at a very early age.
It is a repugnant process, Ryuzaki. Only ordinary people need concern themselves with something so disgustingly human. You are above such base acts.
L had preened, accepted the praise, and put it out of his head.
"I know that it's a base act that only ordinary people need concern themselves with, and that it is repugnant," L blurted.
She pulled the dildo from his hand gently. "This can be used for those who desire the pleasure that comes from sex, but do not have a partner to do so with...or they would prefer to keep their virginity until a later time, or even marriage. It can also be used during sex if between two women or if the woman in a male/female relationship wants more than just her partner." She held it up, indicating the shape of it and making her hand into a hole shape so as to hopefully demonstrate good enough for him to understand.
L listened, his doubt in the credibility of Imari's explanation apparent. Insulting or not, his was the philosophy he'd been raised on, and even though he had a school boy's fascination with the long hair and curves of a woman, he couldn't honestly say that he'd thought about having sex with one. His fantasies mostly ended with the woman swooning and telling him how brilliant and great he was.
"So it's for women," he said quickly, inching away from it, as if Imari's little briefing had put it immediately out of the question for him to be interested further in it. He found himself facing a row of bondage toys next, tilting his head at the familiar shapes. He'd used things like this on Misa Amane... the memory was actually enough to give him the beginning of an erection, but like the other instances in which this had happened, he ignored it, thinking of rotting things until it started to calm down.
"Are the handcuffs real? That is... are they law enforcement quality?" he asked interestedly.
"They can be for men too, mattering on their preferences." She set the dildo down before walking over to him. "Oh, the law enforcement quality ones cost a lot. Most people don't want ones that truly require a key to get off, so they often buy the ones with the safety on them. Many also prefer to get fuzzy handcuffs, as they are more comfortable." She smirked. "You do seem like a handcuffs kind of guy...Which would you prefer of the two? Comfortable or not?"
L bristled slightly, the presumptiveness of Imari's thoughts somewhat getting to him. He was extremely sensitive about being judged by people who scarcely knew him.
"Comfortable handcuffs seem like they would defeat the purpose, don't they?" L asked skeptically. Unconsciously, Misa popped into his mind again, and he found it more and more difficult to keep that pesky male tendency under control. Really... he was just like a horny teenager.