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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Watchmen_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Edward_Blake/Laurie_Juspeczyk
  Character:
      Edward_Blake, Laurie_Juspeczyk
  Additional Tags:
      slight_AU, Incest, Accidental_Incest, Tattoos, Kink_Meme, oldass_prompt,
      Vaginal_Fingering, Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs, laurie_is_underage
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-11 Words: 2340
****** tattoos ******
by WattStalf
Summary
     The Comedian offers to let Laurie see his tattoos.
Notes
     Slight AU here, an AU in which 1) Eddie doesn't know Laurie is his
     daughter (but he suspects enough to make him a shitty person) and 2)
     the Crimebusters actually happened.
     The prompt called for a story in which someone noticed a tattoo on
     Eddie (they said his back but I went for arm cos I can't think of how
     they would not notice it sooner if it were visible on his back, but
     his costume in the comics has that one sleeve) and he offers to show
     off the rest. They said they would prefer it be Laurie, and damn it
     all, I LOVE TO BE FUCKED UP. YEAH.
     I put some very half-hearted research into this. Sorry.
See the end of the work for more notes
Laurie liked to talk with the Comedian whenever she got the chance. She knew
that a lot of people didn't like him, and it wasn't hard to see why, given his
difficult personality, but there was still a thrill that came from getting him
alone after Crimebusters meetings and talking to him. Part of it, she knew, was
that it would drive her mother crazy to know she was talking to him.
They had been on a team together once, and though he was younger than Sally, it
was not by much and he was still entirely too old to have anything to do with
her. Sally was so controlling that it was nice to have such a big secret from
her, and the fact that he was older played a part in her interest as well. He
was almost handsome, in a rough sort of way, and he always carried himself with
an air of confidence, as if he knew that much more than everyone else in the
room, with an easy grin that suggested what he knew was a joke that no one else
was in on.
She knew that she was, at least a little bit, attracted to him. He had not
initially drawn her eye, given the fact that Dr. Manhattan had dominated her
attention so completely, but the first time he approached her, she was acutely
aware of how good looking he was. And he was talking to her, not just giving
her a small smile from across the room; he was actually talking to her, and
though he mostly asked her about her mother and made reference to the fact that
she hadn't “grown up too bad”, he still spoke to her in a way that did not make
her feel like a child.
Eventually, their conversations drifted away from Sally because Laurie wanted
to steer them away from her, and the Comedian only really wanted to know if he
had been mentioned much. When it became apparent to her that he'd had a thing
for her mother, the attraction to him really took root and that, combined with
Janey Slater making sure she couldn't get any time alone with Dr. Manhattan,
made her want to follow through with that attraction.
She couldn't have the one she really wanted, but she had an older man that her
mother couldn't stand and that had, at some point, wanted her mother, and that
was a good enough substitute in her book. So she started to flirt with him and
eventually, after what she felt like was a longer time than it should have
been, he began to flirt back. She didn't have any firsthand experience with men
but she knew the tricks; her mother didn't want her getting involved with
anyone, but she still taught her well.
His name was Eddie, he let her know after a while, and the fact that her name
was Laurie wasn't exactly a secret, but she still told him it was okay to call
her that. If the chance arose, she would talk with him, even managing to
convince her mother not to take her to and pick her up from the meetings so
that she could catch him on his way out.
It was on a night like that that he reached, for some reason or other, to his
left arm, causing the red and white fabric to lift a little bit and give Laurie
a glimpse of some letters. “What's that?” she asked immediately.
“Never seen a tattoo before?” he replied with a smirk.
“I know it's a tattoo,” she huffed. When his teasing was directed at anyone
else, she found it almost charming, but when it was directed at her, she
couldn't stand it. “I was just wondering what it was.”
He lifted the sleeve, letting her get a look at it. Upon a closer look she saw
that they weren't letters, but numbers- 8-15-45. She thought the day sounded
familiar, but she couldn't remember what it was. “It's VJ Day,” he answered,
before she even had the chance to ask. “Served in the war back then, in the
Pacific. That's when we finally managed to wrap shit up down there.”
She'd heard about his history as a war hero, heard about how he did work with
the government. He was something of a patriotic symbol now, something he seemed
proud of now. “That's really cool,” she said lamely.
“It's pretty dumb, actually,” he said with a chuckle. “I was just a kid though.
I was twenty-one when the war ended.” She didn't mention that she was only
sixteen, because he already knew and because protesting that she wasn't a kid
so he couldn't have been would likely have to opposite of the intended effect.
“Do you have any more?” she asked, deciding instead to change the subject.
“Hell yeah. All the soldiers were gettin' 'em back then, and that wasn't my
first.” He was grinning now. “Wanna see the rest of 'em?”
When she nodded eagerly, he set to removing bits of his costume. Off came his
harness and, with it, the red and white cloth and the blue shell on his
shoulders, and he had to remove his belt to remove the harness. On his right
arm was another date, this one in 1941, and once again, he explained it before
she could ask. “The day I enlisted. See, so it's when I started the job an'
when I finished it. Seemed like a good idea back then, at least.”
For a moment he appeared to hesitate before he removed his shirt and it was all
she could do not to gasp as he exposed his torso. The tightness of his clothes
left little to the imagination and she knew that he was buff, but there was
still something to getting to actually see it in person. His chest was so
defined she had the urge to reach out and touch it and he had fading bruises
and a few small scars here and there. Most notable was a larger scar around his
stomach and she wondered what caused that.
But he wasn't showing her his various injuries, he was showing her his tattoos.
There was one on chest, slightly to left and just below where the neckline of
his shirt would be, of a red mask of comedy. “Used to have a belt like that,”
he said, pointing to it. “On one of my older costumes. Always liked the look of
it, but Uncle Sam thought it was tacky as hell so it had to go. That was the
first tattoo I got, wanted somethin' to remember it by.”
Along his side, there was a pinup woman that was, she hoped, not supposed to be
her mother. She had the red hair, but the outfit was too skimpy even for Sally
and she wore green instead of yellow. It was a gaudy tattoo, but Laurie felt a
lot better about it when she was able to confirm that it wasn't Sally and that
the hair was a coincidence. She didn't ask to double check because she was sure
that he would laugh at the question.
Eddie turned around then to let her see the tattoos on his back. There was a
smiley face, a symbol that had only recently been popularized and that he
seemed to have developed a fondness for- the tattoo had to be recent, within
the last couple years. He had more from his time in the war, something
indicating rank and outfit, or so he explained; she wouldn't have known what
any of it was otherwise. Finally, there was a patriotic display with a flag and
an eagle that was almost as gaudy as the pinup girl. Still, she thought they
were all incredibly sexy, so much so that it surprised her.
“So, whattaya think?” he asked, as if suddenly aware of her silence. He seemed
uncomfortable, and made a move to pick his shirt back up. She laid a hand on
his chest, pushing him back up, and trailed that hand over the mask of comedy.
His chest was hard under her hand and she wanted him terribly.
“I think they look really good, but not nearly as good as you.” That was bad,
that was so bad she wanted to cringe, but she kept up her image and bit her
lip. She ran her hand down to the tattoo at his side and he shivered.
“C'mon, kid, that's not...” He shook his head. “Doncha think you're takin' this
a little too far?”
“Says the man who just undressed for me,” she replied with a wicked giggle.
“That's not...I wasn't...” Again, he shivered. He could deny it all he wanted,
but she knew that he was just as into this as she was. There had been something
building between them for a while, and now she was following through with that
something once and for all. The Comedian might be reluctant because of her age
or because he had known her mother once, but she could get past that.
“Come on,” she said, “don't pretend you don't want this too. I've seen the way
you look at me sometimes and I've heard the way you talk to me. You know this
has been a long time coming.”
“Laurie...” He might have said more to protest, but she brought down the hand
on his side, letting it come to rest on the bulge in his pants that let her
know that her efforts were not in vain. Eddie let out a sharp breath and she
rubbed him over top of his pants, causing him to fidget. Any resistance he had
was fading fast and she was glad that his experience did not make him any
better at resisting a girl.
She dropped to her knees and unbuttoned his pants, looking up at him and
smiling. He did not look any more certain than before but he wasn't fighting
her and that was all she needed to proceed. Pulling out his cock, she fit her
lips around it and he bucked his hips ever so slightly, pressing it further
into her mouth. He moaned, and she began to suck, hoping her lack of experience
did not show.
If it did, he had no complaints and continued to make noises of approval,
laying a hand on the back of her head. She didn't know where to go from there
and after a few moments of no change, he held her head in place as he rocked
his hips, thrusting into her mouth. It was just enough to cause her to gag but
she fought against that, not wanting him to see her do that. There were tears
in her eyes as a result but she kept it up, rolling her tongue over his cock
and loving the way he shuddered in response. It was all worth it to know what
an effect she was having on him.
He cursed under his breath and she moaned around him, getting much more turned
on by this than she had expected. This part was just supposed to be about him
and knowing that she could make him want her, but in the process, she was being
driven crazy and she slipped a hand beneath her dress, touching herself over
her leotard. But as he continued to fuck her mouth and she remembered the feel
of his body as she caressed his tattoos, it wasn't enough and she moved her
hand under the leotard so that she could fully finger herself.
When Eddie noticed that she was doing this, he muttered, “Christ, you have no
idea what you're doin' to me.” He kept trying to look away, only to have his
eyes drawn back to her until he finally said, “Can't last much longer like
this...”
That was fine by her; if they were going to do this, she wanted to go all the
way with it and she did not try to pull back even when he let go of her head.
With a final grunt, her mouth was filled with a warm liquid that she quickly
swallowed. The taste was not the best, but she knew that that wasn't what
mattered. What mattered was that she was able to bring it out in the first
place and that she showed him that she was willing to swallow at all.
Panting, he pulled back himself and looked down at her, looking tired and a
little bit guilty. She wished that he would stop worrying about whatever he was
worried about and just enjoy this. “That was...ya really know what you're
doing, doncha?”
She didn't, but she was glad he thought so. “I take it you enjoyed yourself,”
she replied, standing, her hand still between her legs. “But now I think I'd
like a turn, if you don't mind.”
There was a moment's hesitation before he said, “Well, how about ya let me take
over for ya?” His hand replaced hers and he was incredibly skilled with it. She
had been hoping that he would properly fuck her, but she supposed that could
come later and she couldn't complain when he really seemed to know what he was
doing with his fingers. It wasn't long before she was a panting, whimpering
mess, trembling from her orgasm, while he licked his soaked fingers clean.
“Talk about knowing what you're doing,” she said, leaning on him for support.
He steadied her, but also pushed her away.
“I've been around the block a few times,” he muttered, not sounding nearly as
proud as he should have. “Listen, uh, it's gettin' late. I got places I need to
be, and you probably need to run along too.”
“I'll see you next week,” she said with a wink while he set to getting his
costume back together. He nodded, and she swore that the next time she saw him,
she'd get rid of all of his hesitation for good.
End Notes
     Sorry I wrote so much today. Also sorry that I wrote these losers
     again. Just. Sorry for everything.
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