Watchmen Kink Meme 4: The Fab, Fantastic Four

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After the ball 2/4

[anonymous]

Nite Owl turns at the quaver in her voice, and Laurie is terribly aware that she's sitting there in Nite Owl's oversized clothes, with half her makeup kissed off and the rest washed off in the shower. She's sure she looks about 12 years old. Nite Owl looks horrified.

"Laurie? What's wrong?" he says.

"It's nothing," she says, blinking. "I think I'm just, um, crashing. Isn't that what happens after you take a drug?"

Oh, god, and it is exactly the wrong thing to say; she realizes it practically as the words leave her mouth. Now they're going to know that she's never been high before, either.

"Oh my god," Nite Owl says, and fuck, this is all going wrong. "That was ...."

"No," she says, trying to make it sound like the dumbest possible suggestion. "Totally not. I've totally had sex before." And then before she can stop herself she's switching from bluster to sarcasm. "I'm totally fine whipping out my giant cock for unsuspecting dudes all the time, of course it was my first fucking time, what did you think?"

She knows they are both staring at her, but she's concentrating on not letting her nose run, and then her vision is blurring and tears are squeezing out of her eyes and making their way down her face. She feels her mouth twist. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

There's a clunk. She looks down and sees a blurry plate of eggs in front of her.

While she's still staring at them, she feels Rorschach's small, dry hand enfold hers. She looks up. Nite Owl is sitting across from her. Laurie stares at him and hiccups.

"I'm sorry," he says. "We should have realized. Um. Look, let's eat our eggs and go in the living room and you can tell us about it. Ok? Um, I'm Dan."

There's a little pause while he stares meaningly at Rorschach until Rorschach says, "Rorschach."

"Did your momma name you that?" Laurie recovers enough to ask.

"Named myself," he says, and she looks over at him and even though the mask is down, she can tell he's being honest.

***

Dan (Dan!) settles them in the living room , which is just as homey and old-fashioned as the kitchen, with huge glasses of water. Laurie sits crosslegged on the couch with her bare feet tucked under her.

"I didn't think," Dan says, sounding wretched. "I should have thought."

"It's ok," Laurie says, sipping her water. "I mean. It's about as good a first time as I could have expected, considering..." She makes a gesture toward her lap, where her cock is hanging free inside the loose boxers. It's incredibly comfortable, for once, not to have it tucked up between her legs.

Rorschach is shifting uneasily in his armchair.

"Deflowered you," he rasps.

Now that they're paying attention to her it's easier to be confident. "Oh come on," she says. "We're even, ok? we deflowered each other. Like ... like Romeo and Juliet."

That sets Dan off, snerking into his sleeve. "What?"

"In a really fucked-up production," he says, and she starts to make snerking sounds too. Rorschach is unmoved, but he seems to relax fractionally.