Chapter 8: I'm Yours
Huge lag in my writing as of late. For this I apologize immensely (duck out of the way of a piece of fruit). I recently took a full time job (because as much as I love writing this fanfiction it doesn't exactly pay the bills). So since yesterday was my day off I tried to write a bit and I came up with this chapter. It is quite long so I hope it tides you all over until I am able to write another. I do not own Death Note or its characters, plot etc. in any way.
Laurent was quite taken aback by the sight of his wife when he walked through the door. She was sitting on the couch in a familiar blue bathrobe. He remembered seeing her in it, when he room was being monitored during the Kira investigation. Now that was just a distant memory and so much had happened between then and now. He cleared his throat as he entered the room and Ellie blushed. She hadn't been expecting him to be back so soon.
"I picked up the dress," he said, tossing her a bag. Ellie looked inside and saw a black cocktail dress. She noticed it was a tad shorter than she had been expecting coming down to her knees. It looked as if it was going to be tight. She suddenly got very self conscious. She was pregnant; she wasn't going to look good in a dress like this. Hell, she would never wear a dress like this even if she wasn't pregnant. She wondered why Laurent had chosen a dress like this.
Laurent watched her eyeing the dress. He saw her face drop when she saw it. When he had imagined her in it at the store, well, it was hard not to get a reaction. He had to see her in it. He wasn't sure why but he couldn't get the image of her from the night before out of his head. Smooth, creamy pale skin, hourglass shaped body, seeing this dress made him think of how nicely it would accommodate these features. Now he watched her frowning at it wondering why she was unhappy with it when he had gotten such pleasure from the idea of seeing her in it. "You don't like it?" Laurent asked.
"I'm pregnant," Ellie said putting the dress to the side. "I don't think I can wear a dress like this."
Laurent took another good look at her trying to read and manipulate her thoughts as he would have before he married her. She was more difficult to read now that she was his than she had ever been during the investigation. He could see she was disappointed about something, but he couldn't place quite what it was. "It was the only dress they had," he lied as he tried to keep from saying what he was really thinking which was, "I'd love to see you in that dress."
Ellie nodded. She had expected something like that. She would just have to slip it on and hope it didn't show too much of the baby bump she was beginning to acquire.
Several hours later, as the afternoon faded into the evening Laurent was dressing himself as Ellie was in her own room doing the same. He looked at himself in a suit trying not to laugh. Watarai had always been the one wearing a suit, not him. Laurent barely recognized himself with the dyed hair, the suit, the lack of dark circles under his eyes, and the small amount of color to his skin. He straightened the tie in the living room and he heard the door open with a creak in Ellie's room. He watched her walk out of the room and held back a gasp. He had imagined her when picking out the dress, but he was surprised when he saw her. Her hair was up as it had been earlier and he could see her face fully. He could faintly, if he were looking closely, make out a small bump in the dress where he guessed their children were. He tried to keep his usual cold demeanor; he could already feel an uncomfortable tightness in the pants that would be hard to hide all night.
Ellie and Laurent arrived at the dinner party on time. The house was enormous and Ellie and Laurent were welcomed in by the butler and taken to the parlor where the business associates were meeting. Ellie and Laurent were the youngest members by far attending said get together. Most of the business associates were middle aged or looking as if they were close to retiring. Many of them bragged of grown children who were doctors, lawyers, etc. Ellie felt heat rush to her face in the form of a blush when she realized she was the only woman among the group who was wearing such a short dress. She wanted to pull the dress up to hide the cleavage that was finding its way out. She felt like a tramp in comparison to these refined women, and she felt at once that she didn't belong.
Laurent introduced Ellie to his business associates and saw the scowls from their wives. He could see how uncomfortable Ellie was and was almost ready to make an excuse for her to leave when dinner was called. They were swept away into the grand dining room and seated at the table. Laurent felt uncomfortable watching his business associate looking down his wife's dress.
Sitting through dinner was uncomfortable. Ellie tried to shift so that so much of her cleavage wasn't hanging out, but it was to no avail. She tried to sit quietly waiting for it to be over. It had been a mistake to accept. She was seated between one of Laurent's business associates and Laurent. She felt his business associates gaze on her and tried to ignore it as best she could.
Laurent watched Ellie, and then watched everyone else in the room. He realized now that the scowls from the wives earlier were not because of the length of Ellie's dress, but were because they were jealous of the attention said dress was getting her. He realized then that most of his business associates had at least given her a small look over appraising her as if she were a cut of beef. He realized that these men couldn't touch her, but he could. The woman who brought so much unwanted attention to herself was his. He touched her hand lightly feeling its warmth. Ellie looked over at him with a look of surprise on her face. His hand moved to her stomach where he rubbed the small bump before setting his hand back on his lap. She tried not to blush and continued eating.
Ellie felt heat rising in her. She tried hard to ignore how moist it was becoming between her legs. All he had to do was touch her and it was sending her over the edge. She excused herself to the washroom. She walked to the washroom almost getting lost when she heard two female voices. She knew she shouldn't be tempted by curiosity, but she couldn't help but hear Laurent's name and slid out of sight in order to hear the conversation.
"Did you see his wife?" One of the blond middle aged women said. It was obvious she had had a breast implant and perhaps a facial lift.
The other woman laughed. It was an obnoxious laugh. The woman had blond hair as well, but it was obvious that her hair was bleached to be a platinum blond. The woman had wrinkles that she was trying to hide that made her face look like it was a permanent scowl. "Anita did you see the way your husband was looking at her? You better start putting out or he might just try to get underneath that whorish dress of hers."
Ellie cringed slightly, but continued listening. "I already know that Sarah. He has already cheated on me with some other man's wife. Granted this one is younger, but did you see the baby bump on her. I heard through the grape vines that they are newlyweds. Imagine that newlyweds with a child already on the way. I guess that's the only way a girl like that would be able to be present at a dinner like tonight. She is obviously a seductress who caused a young millionaire to knock her up and then the man married her out of honor. Did you see how out of place she looked? Well, I'll tell you one thing, if that little whore thinks she can sleep with my husband, I'll do her one better. That Laurent is a good looking guy, I'd like to give him a tour, of my bedroom that is." Anita said laughing.
"Well after your finished I think I'd like a turn with him as well. Those eyes, he looks like he knows his way around a woman." Sarah said.
Ellie couldn't listen to anymore. She felt anger rising in her chest. These women knew nothing about her and they wanted to sleep with her husband. Granted she had only slept with him once, but that wasn't the point. He was hers; he wouldn't sleep with another woman would he? Ellie's stomach turned at the thought and she made it to the washroom in time to throw up.
After a few minutes of throwing up she wiped her mouth and walked back into the dining room. The meal was almost over and the business meeting would be in the other room. This meant that Ellie was sitting in a room with the rest of the wives waiting for the meeting to conclude.
Ellie sat patiently trying to ignore the whispering she knew that it was all chatter about how much of a slut she apparently was. Those words still stung, but not as much as the thought of these other women looking her husband over. She thought about it and she could see the appeal. To her Laurent was L, and L wasn't exactly what most women would deem attractive. Still she had fallen in love with him. She sighed hoping the meeting would be over soon.
Laurent watched one of the men leave the meeting to use the restroom. He had been one of the only men who hadn't brought his wife. This man had also been giving Ellie some very strange looks and his grip tightened on the table just thinking about it. He excused himself to use the washroom as well, he had to be sure that this man wasn't going after her.
Ellie held her head down and noticed that someone was now standing in front of her. She sighed, she was sort of hoping the women would just keep talking about her as if she wasn't there rather than approaching her. She looked up and it wasn't any of the women. It was a man, probably in his early thirties. She watched the women giving her a dirty look, worse than they had all night. She remembered that this man had not brought his wife with him.
"Can I help you?" She asked as he just stood in front of her.
"Yes," the words rolled of his tongue layered in seduction. "I believe you can. Would you walk with me for a while, I could use some fresh air."
Ellie looked over and saw the women's scowls turn into shock. "I should really stay here and wait for my husband," she said quietly.
"You are obviously not enjoying yourself," the man said. "I know you would very much like to get away from this chittering group of gossip spreading women."
Ellie looked over to see the women chittering as he had described. "I suppose a walk wouldn't be bad," she said.
As they walked Ellie was aware that they were getting farther and farther from the entrance of the house. She had turned so many corners that she couldn't remember where she was. She tried to make small talk with him as the silence was getting very uncomfortable.
"Where is your wife?" Ellie asked.
"I'm divorced." The man said.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Ellie said feeling more and more uncomfortable by the moment.
The man laughed. His laugh was light and airy. "Don't be, she was a bitch. I married her to make my mother happy, the woman I married was very much like her in many ways including the way she cheated on me with almost every man she came into contact with."
"You're mother?" Ellie asked.
"You met her earlier today. Anita James."
Ellie cringed. No wonder the women were giving her dirty looks; the only thing worse than sleeping with her husband would be sleeping with her son.
"I think we should probably go back," Ellie said looking around trying to figure out which way back was.
"No," the man said. "I want to know more about you."
"There isn't really much to say," Ellie said contemplating whether she should run back or not.
"How long have you been married to that Laurent fellow?" the man asked.
"Long enough," Ellie said.
"Ah, so not very long at all then," the man said. "Yet though you are a newlywed he barely touches you at all, why is that?" The man asked.
Ellie knew it was a rhetorical question. She stayed silent as the man laughed and continued, "I bet you've never slept with him more than once."
Ellie stayed silent wondering how he knew all this. He smirked at her. "It's a shame," he said to her. "You could have a man who wants you every night; one that wants you at this very moment."
Ellie backed away from him. "I think I would like to go back now," she said.
"Not before I am finished," the man said continuing to walk. Ellie stood in place.
"Ellie, think of what they will say if they see you standing in this house lost. You were not given permission to snoop around and how do you think that will look to your husband?"
Ellie sighed and followed him. She hoped that if she answered all of his questions he would let her go. She had really gotten herself in a pickle this time.
"What do you do for a living, let me guess housewife?" The man asked.
"No," Ellie said glad that she had finally fooled his assumptions.
"Ah a working girl, this only adds to your character," he said. "What sort of job does you have then my dear?"
"I'm a nurse," she said quietly.
"Ah, a very noble profession," he said smiling. "You are quite a diamond in the rough Ellie," he said to her.
She wished he would stop using her name. "I want to ask a question now," she said.
He grinned. "By all means, ask away."
"What is your name?"
He flashed his blue eyes at her. "Edmund," he said obviously a bit embarrassed.
"Ah, that's your father's name too isn't it?" Ellie asked knowing she finally had something over him.
"Yes, you would be correct," he said obviously not in such a fantastic mood anymore.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked.
"You answered one of my questions in silence so I chose to do the same for this question. I guess that brings it back to my turn then," he said. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen," Ellie said blushing.
Edmund laughed his heartiest laugh yet. "So young, I was expecting early to mid twenties. Ah well, I suppose ten years isn't too much of a difference."
"Ten years isn't too much of a difference for what?" Ellie asked.
Edmund laughed again, "I want you, I watched you walk through that door and I wanted you."
"I'm married," Ellie said stepping away from him.
"I don't care," he said.
"I'm pregnant," Ellie said as he got closer to her.
His eyes got a bit wider. "I suppose there are ways to take care of that if you wanted, you can't be very far along, but now that you mention it I can see it," he said rubbing her stomach. Ellie tried to pull away again but he caught her arm pinning her to the wall.
"I"ll scream," she said. "Someone will hear me."
"No one will hear you," he said as he pushed his mouth against hers. "I'll gag you if I have to."
"You'll do no such thing," Laurent said walking into the room. "Edmund, would you kindly take your hands off my wife." He said. "You should really be getting back to the meeting, instead of playing with things that do not belong to you."
Edmund glared at Laurent and Laurent said, "I have informed your father of where I am at this moment and he is making his way down, do you really want to bring that kind of shame on your family in front of all of the people here tonight. I suggest you leave and go back to everyone, I am leaving and taking my wife with me."
Ellie quietly sobbed as Edmund left. Laurent took a good look at her. "I shouldn't have brought you tonight. I didn't realize how much of a womanizer he was, he has been making advances at many of the women we work with as well, none of them were present tonight knowing that he would be here. I'm sorry to put you through that Ellie, I'm deeply sorry."
Ellie cried softly and Laurent held her not knowing what to do. Laurent walked her out and drove them to their apartment. When they walked inside Ellie said, "Thank you."
Laurent had never seen her look so vulnerable. His eyes widened when she leaned forward and kissed him. "At dinner, you rubbed my stomach." She said. It was not phrased as a question, but more as a statement.
"Yes," he said. He touched her stomach again. "You're beautiful," he breathed not realizing he had said it outloud.
Ellie looked up at him. She kissed him again and said, "I want you."
He realized what she had said. She wanted him, and he knew by the look in her eyes that it wasn't just his body, his skills as a detective that she wanted. She wanted him, all of him. He paused for a moment not sure of what to do. They had had sex once; he definitely didn't consider himself experienced.
Lemon (you've been warned)
He nervously kissed her, and she separated her lips allowing him to kiss her deeper. Laurent's knees became weak. Ellie broke their kiss and lead him into her bedroom. Laurent watched her hands as she unbuttoned his suit jacket and unstrung his tie. He felt a smile creeping to his face as the jacket slid off and she began unzipping her own dress. He helped her get the zipper all the way down and easily slid the dress off her body. The dress had been strapless with a built in support so when the dress slid down this left Ellie only standing in her underwear and heels.
The reaction from Laurent was instantaneous. Ellie watched the lump in his pants grow and began unbuttoning his shirt while he unbuttoned the pants. Soon Laurent and Ellie were both standing in only their underwear both afraid to make the next move.
Ellie swallowed nervously and hooked her fingers on the band of his underwear yanking them down quickly. Laurent followed suit doing the same to Ellie's.
Laurent took in the sight. He hadn't had much of a chance to look at her the night they had had sex for the first time. It had been very quick and spontaneous. He allowed himself more time to memorize the features. Ellie self consciously wrapped her arms around herself trying to hide any flaws. Laurent moved her arms out of the way gently. He felt one of the soft hands trailing down his chest. He shivered as it reached his stomach and stopped. Ellie looked at him as if asking if she should go on and Laurent nodded and gasped as her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock. He moaned as her hands worked their way up and down the shaft. He placed his own hands on her breasts feeling their soft warmth in his hands. He felt pressure building up as she moved her hands up and down his shaft making his breathing unsteady. He knew that he wouldn't make it inside of her if she kept going.
He grabbed her hand and brought it up to his mouth kissing it before he handed it back to her. "I don't want it to be over yet," he said.
"It never has to be over," Ellie said.
He couldn't wait any longer. Ellie watched his eyes curiously and then lay down on the bed inviting him on it with her. When he lay down she positioned herself on top of him. He shook his head and rolled her onto her back. He watched her as he positioned outside of her opening. Her face contorted in pleasure as he pushed into her. He instantly felt warmth surrounding him and her walls were gripping him so tightly it was hard not to lose it then. He slid himself part of the way out before thrusting in again. She gasped bucking her hips into him. He smiled. He must be doing something right. He experimented with it again and after a few slides in he must have hit a different spot because she moaned letting her eyes roll back. He hit that spot again and she tensed up biting her lip in pleasure. He continued ramming into that spot hearing her pant and moan. He couldn't help but moan himself as she clenched around him. He moved quickly feeling her grip and grip until she was moaning something very familiar.
"L," she moaned as he pushed in faster.
That was all he had to hear to make him completely lose control. He released his seed inside of her. Ellie also had an orgasm, squeezing out the very last drops as her walls spasmed in pleasure.
End of Lemon
Laurent held his exhausted wife close. She smiled at him kissing his neck gently. He put his hands through her hair and pulled her head toward his chest. Her warm breath on his chest made him smile. He couldn't imagine never feeling like this. The first time with Ellie… it hadn't been like this, there wasn't this same closeness. He knew the major difference was that she would still be here in the morning, still be his. He could have this, every night, every day, at any moment. He had never had anything like that, anything that was truly his. He held Ellie close to him. She was his.
A/N: If you would like to see a picture of Ellie's cocktail dress it is on my website which you can find on my profile page.