[He realizes, in some corner of his mortification, that this is his fault. He could have been more prepared, more conscientious, more grounded in reality to the point where he was aware of the pins slipping.
Goes to show what happens when you let your guard down.
He nods tensely; Cerise rounds back toward him, reflecting his frustration. Things didn't go according to plan or hold up as well as they were meant to, and as a part of his soul, she can't remain blithely unaffected and in her own little world forever. Eventually, L's more melancholic and neurotic one will bring her back.]
Not your fault...
[Mine.]
I should have asked Light to stitch those down, but I thought the pins would hold.
[ It’s only when she’s facing him again that she realizes what happened. She opens her mouth to say something, but decides against it. If it were here…well, she’s been in somewhat similar situations, she would hate for someone to bring too much attention to it. Instead, she pulls him forward and up towards a clearing, breaching the water so that only the rest of his body remains submerged.
There’s a stream of light from a hole above, a small embankment with soft sand on the side.
She keeps her hands beneath his elbows to help him stay afloat, her expression soft. ]
It’s alright. It’s happened a few times to me too. No on else comes here.
[The irregularly-shaped suit floats and flounders around him as he attempts to hold it in place. He averts his eyes because this was never intentional, never something he was trying to do to Alex.
Monsters are stronger. He's easy to pull along, with Cerise gliding along beside him, and he busies himself with propelling himself with kicks so he's not preoccupied with the situation's awkward implications.
At best, he's incompetent and not capable of dressing himself. At worst, he's a pervert who wanted Alex to see every rangy, pale inch of him at an unexpected time. Misa Amane's uncharitable words echo in his mind as they draw near the embankment.]
It's happened to you.
[He sounds disbelieving. It seems a bit unbelievable, but... well, maybe a skimpy bikini top has flown off her at some point during a dive. The imagination supplies ample possibilities, perhaps a bit too quickly.]
That's kind of you to say. I don't suppose you could...?
[ She…probably shouldn’t get into how some of her customers have left her clothes in tatters, leaving with her with very little to go back with. So she gives an awkward laugh instead before leading him closer to shore, at least far enough till his feet can touch the ground so he’s still submerged. Once she does she turns her back to him. ]
[Later, that other possibility will flash into L's mind. The obvious one, the distressing one. For now, his own distress is plenty to keep his brain occupied.]
Healing and mending spells never worked out for me.
[Alex would probably know this about L. Like many things in his life, magic follows the pattern of his performance being either brilliant, or abysmal.
He hunches over in the shallower water, peeling the fabric away. It's frayed in places, seemingly where the pins pulled too much at it.]
I imagine it would take a bit of effort.
[Even for someone who knows how. Replacing it would be better. And neither option are really available to him here and now.]
I can cast an illusion. You'd know that I was naked, but... if it holds up, hopefully no one else will. I'll need to climb up on the sand to work out some runes, so...
[Right; no one else comes here. She'd mentioned that. Is this all a silly and frivolous waste of magic?
No, ultimately he would be more comfortable wearing even an illusion so that he can look Alex in the eyes. The only thing is that clothes are typically outside of his normal wheelhouse, and so they might come out... odd. Especially in an underwater context.
Cerise suns herself nearby, lounging, as L uses a fingertip to trace runes in the sand. He has nothing to draw blood with, on top of everything else; will they be see-through? He recognizes that adding bulk might be a good idea, since anything too form-fitting might have its contours disrupted by movement.]
This type of illusion is famously difficult. I'm going to try to do something that looks like diving gear, since it's... well, appropriate for our purposes.
[He traces.]
By the bye...
[A pause, as he speaks to her turned back.]
Light and I were conscripted to find a particular statuette for someone in the aristocratic district. I've seen it very recently, it happens...
But her thoughts are distracted by the sudden mention of a statue. Did she ever take one…? She…might have. Sometimes she doesn’t remember. But she looks to the side, her shoulders stiffen like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. ]
Is…is that so? Ahaha…
[ she looks over at Cerise, not that she could help her or anything. ]
[It's a lot of work, considering that clothing isn't something L does. He's working off of a template, rather than creating even a very simple "normal" outfit for himself. Even that, seemingly, would be more difficult than a general costume.
At least there's something else to talk about while he works it out.]
That's typically why people hire detectives.
[Regretfully.]
I won't turn you in. You don't have to worry about that. It's not the first time a merrow has made off with something that has a metallic sheen, I'm sure.
[He seems to find that amusing. He smudges out a rune, furrowing his brow, fidgeting his bony legs restlessly as Alex beaches herself next to an orca that wiggles and keens in wide-mouthed pleasure. She hopes that Alex will pet her tongue.]
This is tougher than I thought it would be. I think it'll look right, but... it's possible that the result could be unexpected.
[If it's not a chicken costume or a sumo suit, he thinks he can live with it. It's just Alex, after all.]
[ She can’t even answer that, looking at him pitifully over her shoulder. Linden teasing her was such a rare thing.
Remembering why she had her back to him, she faces Cerise again, carefully reaching to touch the orca’s tongue. This was her first time doing so…such an interesting feeling. ]
[Orca tongues are certainly interesting, even alien in their slimy strength. Cerise is sweet, gentle, unassuming, lapping up all the affection Alex might have to offer.
L meets her eyes briefly over his own shoulder, his own bony white ass on full display. Not exactly his greatest asset; not exactly what he wants shown. No matter; his body is a human one, not tremendously irregular, not a trespass. He's here because she asked him to be. If parts of him could be used as a weapon, they are guarded with hunching posture, shameful thoughts.
He's never been with a woman, never lain with a woman. The Merrow's form and figure (and even sex) are alien to him. Not unattractive; maybe that's the worst problem, that he's bisexual, and feeling it at times like these.]
We will.
[Innocuous enough, and his illusion manifests and takes form. it's gorgeous, detailed, careful. It's also wholly inaccurate, because a diving suit would look different. There's more white to this one, more thickness. It's a spacesuit, and L is blinking and staring in his rounded glass helmet as the costume takes form around him.
Does Alex remember an interest in astronomy and space? Is he betraying himself this way? He doesn't know yet, because he thinks he's manifested a diving suit, after all.]
[ She doesn’t look away, her gaze steady, non-threatening, but unlike a predator watching something to play with. But she holds herself back, her hands busy with minding Cerise. The merrow remembers how light Linden was. How easy would it be to toss him around…
But any of those more feral thoughts get thrown out, her head tilting to the side when he suddenly takes the form of… ]
["Close enough" happens to be a bit of a disaster, on a physical level. L makes a small noise in the back of his throat.]
We can...
[And what he means by this is something difficult, excruciating. She doesn't realize, clearly, what she is, and what she can do to a man.]
The question, I think, is whether or not you want to.
[He does, but that goes without saying. He is a dog; he is disgusting. He will ride shamelessly at full mast, against her thigh should she draw so close, hard and hungry. Help him; hinder him. He'd rather sink into the abyss, this way.]
[ Her expression seems to show innocence, though the gleam in her eyes says different, along with how she settles herself right between his legs, her fingers pushing the helmet cover upwards to lock her gaze with his.
Something about Linden made this so…easy. Or maybe just more tempting. His reactions were amusing, always so used to his more collected self behind a book and table. But this was Alex’s area of expertise, one that blended so well with her more merrow-like tendencies.
She smiles, almost teasingly up at him. Was he still talking about just staying? ]
Why wouldn’t I…? But wouldn’t it be stuffy in this?
[ She’s not making it any clearer herself, her other hand now trailing down to his shoulder to try and feel the fabric of the suit. ]
[The suit has no fabric; it's all an illusion, reliant on the charity of one who would not dare to touch and stroke.
He shudders against her, for his skin is bare, his desire exposed for all who would dare to brush against it, awaken it, challenge it.]
Surely, you wouldn't.
[He groans as much, as his fingers curl between their bodies, his own naked and unobstructed. He is not familiar with the Merrow, or even the human female form. His touch is searching, exploratory. There must be some point of pleasure he can brush.]
[ It surprised her when her fingers seem to go right past his ‘clothes’, her fingers coming in to contact with a boney shoulder. He’d filled out a bit since the first time they met. Though it took some time until he’d allow such subtle touches.
But now here he was, reaching out towards her. Albeit awkwardly, though she doesn’t laugh at him for it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she tries to draw a line. There were too many things that could complicate this. But her instincts, strong as they were during this time of year, were drawn to a fondness and attraction that had already been there, slowly nurtured over the past year.
Her other hand rests on top of his as he fumbles by her tail, bringing it higher to press her cheek against his palm. Subtly, she tries to show him where to start, how to build up to it. ]
You don’t believe that I like spending time with you?
[ Her head turns to nuzzle his hand, lips brushing against cool skin. Surely just this much would be fine. ]
[Alex is sweet, if this is her approach, her conclusion, that men are content with what is "fine."
The flats of his fingers' blades search, as though it's a harder and hungrier member, craving to plunge into contours, exploring, curling and caressing.]
I do believe it...
[Now, more than ever, when he could drown easily, or in his mind's eye, haul the half-fish onto the bank, pound her into sand, press and squeeze against her until they were both gasping for breath.
Is it OK...
He takes a calming, careful breath, trying to pretend that her lips against his hand is fine. Enough. Sufficient to calm everything else in this moment, this pool.]
[ At least, she thought that was enough. But the witch just had to start caressing the side of her face, something she couldn’t help but angle her head and lean into. Her eyes flutter shut for a moment, her finned ears twitching at the sensation of his fingers exploring a sensitive area.
He really wasn’t making this easy for her…or maybe too easy. She could practically smell the desire he exuded, but she wanted to be sure. Or maybe she enjoyed seeing his restrained reactions.
The merrow catches his thumb between her lips, sharp teeth pressing lightly before she sucks at the digit gently, eyes locked onto his the whole while before letting him go with a pop. ]
Really?
[ Again, an expression that hides her own hunger, all the while dragging his hand down her neck, over her collarbone, then lower still till he’s pressed against her breast. The merrow leans in closer again, barely an inch for him helmet. ]
Then when will you take this off?
[ What felt like a symbol of rejection, how he hid himself from her, like he didn’t want her to see. ]
[How much of it is earnest? How much informed by professional experience, for one who once made a living by stirring desire? There's a delicate sharpness to Alex's ears, something transfixing about the way light shines through the webbed membrane... but is there time to reflect on it?
And indeed, there will be time, to wonder "do I dare?" Shreds of a poem he had committed to memory years ago, difficult, somehow, to put in order with his typical crystal clarity. Everything is moving so quickly; the way Alex's teeth prick into his thumb followed by the indulgent, pressing swirl and suck of her mouth is an unsubtle reminder that she could be doing this elsewhere. He knows; he has come to rely on a deft and adept tongue on the rare occasions he finds himself in a position to be someone's lover, because his mouth is like anyone else's.
The rest of him is stunted, narrow, something to be concealed whenever possible. He's whittled himself down to an acceptable apology, so that anyone might believe he needs anything before the kind of attention Alex is giving him now. A hot meal, a warm blanket, a kind word; cheap things, reasonable things that no one would miss or resent.
He glances over his shoulder at his runes. Rubbing them away would dissolve his illusion, but it's the bit of decency he's clinging to at this juncture. Symbolic at best, he knows; Alex can touch him, after all, pared nearly to bone, parts of him that may have grown more had they been given the proper chance in a very different life.
He's reluctant. Scarcely a man, because while no one would hold it against a prisoner, what kind of man does this to himself?
Her breast might as well be the burner of a hot stove. Is his breath coming more quickly because he's aroused, or afraid? L does not compete where he has no hope of comparing, typically. This is out of his wheelhouse, this is difficult.]
[ His words do bring pause, but her expression turns thoughtful. Sure enough, it’s not as if she couldn’t touch right through the illusion, as his clothes proved. But his hesitation has her considering other aspects about all this. His interest in her was surprising enough, which she might’ve mistaken for eagerness and comfortability. But Linden didn’t reach out to her like this normally, awkward in a way that she had found endearing.
Maybe she was too accustomed to the speed of others, even thinking that she was moving slowly as is.
But merrows were patient when needed, and without the full moon even more so. And if he thought his space suit was more appealing than his own body…that was a whole other issue. One that she wasn’t going to leave unaddressed.
Releasing his hand, she cups both of her own onto the sides of his face, waiting to see what the illusion would do from there, which she hopes is a better view of his face. ]
[Their trust had been built brick-by-brick, and slowly, much like the trust L has for Myr. That makes it stronger, though, able to weather the types of setbacks that just tend to happen unavoidably with L.
She probably thinks you're some kind of pervert, who can only have sex while dressed like an astronaut. Probably better to let this one go, quickly...
He reaches back, swiping a hand slowly over the sand. Angles and blades are everywhere; in spite of those who care enough to feed him regularly, L's flesh keeps none of his skeleton's secrets. All of it hangs on a spine that's curved forward, painful and awkward. Cerise, half-beached, turns toward him, watching silently as if gauging whether he's going to try to dive behind her any moment.
He doesn't. He can be a brave man, even if others might overlook that until they know what he's afraid of, and how he's acting in spite of it.
Alright; OK.
Face cupped in Alex's hands, he nods briskly, considering how much to say, whether he should.]
I've never-
[Been with a woman, learned how to please them, felt a body or hands this soft.]
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Goes to show what happens when you let your guard down.
He nods tensely; Cerise rounds back toward him, reflecting his frustration. Things didn't go according to plan or hold up as well as they were meant to, and as a part of his soul, she can't remain blithely unaffected and in her own little world forever. Eventually, L's more melancholic and neurotic one will bring her back.]
Not your fault...
[Mine.]
I should have asked Light to stitch those down, but I thought the pins would hold.
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There’s a stream of light from a hole above, a small embankment with soft sand on the side.
She keeps her hands beneath his elbows to help him stay afloat, her expression soft. ]
It’s alright. It’s happened a few times to me too. No on else comes here.
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Monsters are stronger. He's easy to pull along, with Cerise gliding along beside him, and he busies himself with propelling himself with kicks so he's not preoccupied with the situation's awkward implications.
At best, he's incompetent and not capable of dressing himself. At worst, he's a pervert who wanted Alex to see every rangy, pale inch of him at an unexpected time. Misa Amane's uncharitable words echo in his mind as they draw near the embankment.]
It's happened to you.
[He sounds disbelieving. It seems a bit unbelievable, but... well, maybe a skimpy bikini top has flown off her at some point during a dive. The imagination supplies ample possibilities, perhaps a bit too quickly.]
That's kind of you to say. I don't suppose you could...?
[Not look, while I try to fix this?]
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Can it still be fixed…?
[ It didn’t look very durable to begin with. ]
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Healing and mending spells never worked out for me.
[Alex would probably know this about L. Like many things in his life, magic follows the pattern of his performance being either brilliant, or abysmal.
He hunches over in the shallower water, peeling the fabric away. It's frayed in places, seemingly where the pins pulled too much at it.]
I imagine it would take a bit of effort.
[Even for someone who knows how. Replacing it would be better. And neither option are really available to him here and now.]
I can cast an illusion. You'd know that I was naked, but... if it holds up, hopefully no one else will. I'll need to climb up on the sand to work out some runes, so...
[Fair warning, and all.]
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[ As far as she’s aware, her hoard is still complete. And he had his clothed back at the beach as well. ]
I can just keep my back to you if you’d like?
[ Might make for awkward conversation, but they’re probably past that now. ]
Do whatever is comfortable for you. I’m okay either way.
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No, ultimately he would be more comfortable wearing even an illusion so that he can look Alex in the eyes. The only thing is that clothes are typically outside of his normal wheelhouse, and so they might come out... odd. Especially in an underwater context.
Cerise suns herself nearby, lounging, as L uses a fingertip to trace runes in the sand. He has nothing to draw blood with, on top of everything else; will they be see-through? He recognizes that adding bulk might be a good idea, since anything too form-fitting might have its contours disrupted by movement.]
This type of illusion is famously difficult. I'm going to try to do something that looks like diving gear, since it's... well, appropriate for our purposes.
[He traces.]
By the bye...
[A pause, as he speaks to her turned back.]
Light and I were conscripted to find a particular statuette for someone in the aristocratic district. I've seen it very recently, it happens...
[Extremely recently.]
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But her thoughts are distracted by the sudden mention of a statue. Did she ever take one…? She…might have. Sometimes she doesn’t remember. But she looks to the side, her shoulders stiffen like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. ]
Is…is that so? Ahaha…
[ she looks over at Cerise, not that she could help her or anything. ]
Do they…also want to know how it went missing?
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At least there's something else to talk about while he works it out.]
That's typically why people hire detectives.
[Regretfully.]
I won't turn you in. You don't have to worry about that. It's not the first time a merrow has made off with something that has a metallic sheen, I'm sure.
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She shifts to beach herself next to Cerise, stroke her side. ]
If…there’s anything else you recognize, you can take it back. I try to return the ones I can remember, but…
[ Sometimes it happens fast. ]
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[He seems to find that amusing. He smudges out a rune, furrowing his brow, fidgeting his bony legs restlessly as Alex beaches herself next to an orca that wiggles and keens in wide-mouthed pleasure. She hopes that Alex will pet her tongue.]
This is tougher than I thought it would be. I think it'll look right, but... it's possible that the result could be unexpected.
[If it's not a chicken costume or a sumo suit, he thinks he can live with it. It's just Alex, after all.]
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Remembering why she had her back to him, she faces Cerise again, carefully reaching to touch the orca’s tongue. This was her first time doing so…such an interesting feeling. ]
I guess we’ll find out?
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L meets her eyes briefly over his own shoulder, his own bony white ass on full display. Not exactly his greatest asset; not exactly what he wants shown. No matter; his body is a human one, not tremendously irregular, not a trespass. He's here because she asked him to be. If parts of him could be used as a weapon, they are guarded with hunching posture, shameful thoughts.
He's never been with a woman, never lain with a woman. The Merrow's form and figure (and even sex) are alien to him. Not unattractive; maybe that's the worst problem, that he's bisexual, and feeling it at times like these.]
We will.
[Innocuous enough, and his illusion manifests and takes form. it's gorgeous, detailed, careful. It's also wholly inaccurate, because a diving suit would look different. There's more white to this one, more thickness. It's a spacesuit, and L is blinking and staring in his rounded glass helmet as the costume takes form around him.
Does Alex remember an interest in astronomy and space? Is he betraying himself this way? He doesn't know yet, because he thinks he's manifested a diving suit, after all.]
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But any of those more feral thoughts get thrown out, her head tilting to the side when he suddenly takes the form of… ]
An astronaut?
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That's not what it was supposed to be, but... if it's the same...
[A cowardly cop-out, perhaps, for one subconsciously hoping]
I hope you'll just take me home.
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Already?
[ A scaled hand reaches up to lightly tap on the glass. ]
Can’t we stay a bit longer?
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We can...
[And what he means by this is something difficult, excruciating. She doesn't realize, clearly, what she is, and what she can do to a man.]
The question, I think, is whether or not you want to.
[He does, but that goes without saying. He is a dog; he is disgusting. He will ride shamelessly at full mast, against her thigh should she draw so close, hard and hungry. Help him; hinder him. He'd rather sink into the abyss, this way.]
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Something about Linden made this so…easy. Or maybe just more tempting. His reactions were amusing, always so used to his more collected self behind a book and table. But this was Alex’s area of expertise, one that blended so well with her more merrow-like tendencies.
She smiles, almost teasingly up at him. Was he still talking about just staying? ]
Why wouldn’t I…? But wouldn’t it be stuffy in this?
[ She’s not making it any clearer herself, her other hand now trailing down to his shoulder to try and feel the fabric of the suit. ]
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He shudders against her, for his skin is bare, his desire exposed for all who would dare to brush against it, awaken it, challenge it.]
Surely, you wouldn't.
[He groans as much, as his fingers curl between their bodies, his own naked and unobstructed. He is not familiar with the Merrow, or even the human female form. His touch is searching, exploratory. There must be some point of pleasure he can brush.]
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But now here he was, reaching out towards her. Albeit awkwardly, though she doesn’t laugh at him for it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she tries to draw a line. There were too many things that could complicate this. But her instincts, strong as they were during this time of year, were drawn to a fondness and attraction that had already been there, slowly nurtured over the past year.
Her other hand rests on top of his as he fumbles by her tail, bringing it higher to press her cheek against his palm. Subtly, she tries to show him where to start, how to build up to it. ]
You don’t believe that I like spending time with you?
[ Her head turns to nuzzle his hand, lips brushing against cool skin. Surely just this much would be fine. ]
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The flats of his fingers' blades search, as though it's a harder and hungrier member, craving to plunge into contours, exploring, curling and caressing.]
I do believe it...
[Now, more than ever, when he could drown easily, or in his mind's eye, haul the half-fish onto the bank, pound her into sand, press and squeeze against her until they were both gasping for breath.
Is it OK...
He takes a calming, careful breath, trying to pretend that her lips against his hand is fine. Enough. Sufficient to calm everything else in this moment, this pool.]
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He really wasn’t making this easy for her…or maybe too easy. She could practically smell the desire he exuded, but she wanted to be sure. Or maybe she enjoyed seeing his restrained reactions.
The merrow catches his thumb between her lips, sharp teeth pressing lightly before she sucks at the digit gently, eyes locked onto his the whole while before letting him go with a pop. ]
Really?
[ Again, an expression that hides her own hunger, all the while dragging his hand down her neck, over her collarbone, then lower still till he’s pressed against her breast. The merrow leans in closer again, barely an inch for him helmet. ]
Then when will you take this off?
[ What felt like a symbol of rejection, how he hid himself from her, like he didn’t want her to see. ]
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And indeed, there will be time, to wonder "do I dare?" Shreds of a poem he had committed to memory years ago, difficult, somehow, to put in order with his typical crystal clarity. Everything is moving so quickly; the way Alex's teeth prick into his thumb followed by the indulgent, pressing swirl and suck of her mouth is an unsubtle reminder that she could be doing this elsewhere. He knows; he has come to rely on a deft and adept tongue on the rare occasions he finds himself in a position to be someone's lover, because his mouth is like anyone else's.
The rest of him is stunted, narrow, something to be concealed whenever possible. He's whittled himself down to an acceptable apology, so that anyone might believe he needs anything before the kind of attention Alex is giving him now. A hot meal, a warm blanket, a kind word; cheap things, reasonable things that no one would miss or resent.
He glances over his shoulder at his runes. Rubbing them away would dissolve his illusion, but it's the bit of decency he's clinging to at this juncture. Symbolic at best, he knows; Alex can touch him, after all, pared nearly to bone, parts of him that may have grown more had they been given the proper chance in a very different life.
He's reluctant. Scarcely a man, because while no one would hold it against a prisoner, what kind of man does this to himself?
Her breast might as well be the burner of a hot stove. Is his breath coming more quickly because he's aroused, or afraid? L does not compete where he has no hope of comparing, typically. This is out of his wheelhouse, this is difficult.]
You... don't think it would spoil the mood?
[L's so good at it. He probably just did.]
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Maybe she was too accustomed to the speed of others, even thinking that she was moving slowly as is.
But merrows were patient when needed, and without the full moon even more so. And if he thought his space suit was more appealing than his own body…that was a whole other issue. One that she wasn’t going to leave unaddressed.
Releasing his hand, she cups both of her own onto the sides of his face, waiting to see what the illusion would do from there, which she hopes is a better view of his face. ]
I prefer seeing you.
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She probably thinks you're some kind of pervert, who can only have sex while dressed like an astronaut. Probably better to let this one go, quickly...
He reaches back, swiping a hand slowly over the sand. Angles and blades are everywhere; in spite of those who care enough to feed him regularly, L's flesh keeps none of his skeleton's secrets. All of it hangs on a spine that's curved forward, painful and awkward. Cerise, half-beached, turns toward him, watching silently as if gauging whether he's going to try to dive behind her any moment.
He doesn't. He can be a brave man, even if others might overlook that until they know what he's afraid of, and how he's acting in spite of it.
Alright; OK.
Face cupped in Alex's hands, he nods briskly, considering how much to say, whether he should.]
I've never-
[Been with a woman, learned how to please them, felt a body or hands this soft.]
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