It's not stalking when he's a ghost: smut edition

[lovesickkiller]

[[Continued from this thread. Warnings for sexual content and general horribleness.]]

There's still something distinctly off about this, and Lazarus can't articulate what it is even though he feels it squirming in the pit of his stomach like a sick, wasting parasite. From the outside, this looks like two people who agreed to be together doing things that dating couples do with each other, but it feels like there's weight attached to this, a shift in the power balance.

Even stranger, it almost seems like Misa finds something about atoning natural, going hand in hand with seduction. Is this new, along with her deep attraction to Light Yagami?

The wind shudders in his chest as he exhales. He's already responding to her fingers at the button on his jeans, and it makes him wonder if he's also fucked up for seeing this as something that can conceivably happen following the unsettling revelations of the evening.

"Do you believe me?" she asks quietly, unzipping his jeans. There is no way her intentions are anything but abundantly clear now; she can't tell what Lazarus is thinking, but he seems open to letting her do this.

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[lovesickkiller]

Misa stiffens, surprised when Lazarus takes the initiative to kiss her, but she soon softens into it. If he doesn't mind the taste of his semen lingering on her tongue, she won't argue. The kiss is nice, reassuring in it's normality. It feels like assurance that they will be okay.

She raises a hand to touch his cheek, gentle and tentative after the near-violence of her blowjob.

[numberedshepherd]

It does feel like some kind of assurance. Salt and saliva aren't so terrible a combination, and if Misa can stand the taste to bring him pleasure, he can stand it to give her that assurance. He's not even worried about the waxy pigment of the lipstick getting on his face; they're not trying to impress anyone right now, look like their relationship is rock-solid or enviable, they're just two lost souls looking for some goddamn peace of mind in each other's embrace.

He nudges her down on the mattress, breaking the kiss only when absolutely necessary. "Let me..." he coaxes, reaching a hand under her skirt. "It's my turn."

[lovesickkiller]

Misa follows his cues, lying on her back despite not knowing quite what he has planned. When he breaks the kiss to make his intentions clear, she can't help a shy smile spreading across her face. This isn't how she planned for this to go, but... it's alright, isn't it?

"I wanted to do something for you," she says, not quite a protest but making it clear she did not expect reciprocity all the same. "But, if you want to..."

[numberedshepherd]

The smile almost puts the uneasiness from earlier out of his mind. Misa's slight bashfulness is a drastic departure from the manic, persistent tone of a few minutes before, and, comfortingly, it's more like the encounters he's used to.

He nods, pushing her skirt up around her waist and pulling at the soft cotton of her underwear. "We're... in a relationship, and that means a give and take, right...?"

[lovesickkiller]

"Right," Misa breathes, lifting her hips to assist him. She swallows before continuing, throat still sore even as the flash of nausea starts to subside. "But, you're not the one that needs to prove anything, or make up for anything..."

[numberedshepherd]

Lazarus shakes his head briskly, mouth already pressed against Misa's cleft. "Mm, no..." he says, pulling away for a moment. "But it shouldn't be about that. I just want to do this..."

He takes her clit in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it as he strokes a hand along her thigh.

[lovesickkiller]

"Ah-!" Misa can't help a surprised cry as he suddenly toys with her clit. "If- if you want to do it-" she trails off, breathing noisily. "I... love it when you do that, so-"

Words are failing her. What started as a desperate bid for redemption has somehow become Lazarus lapping at her most intimate parts, and Misa still doesn't quite feel like she deserves this but who is she to say no? She lets her head fall back against the bed, giving up on coherence. Talking can happen again later.