Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade.

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Everything I Touch [4]

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“Do you want... should I stay? Do you want to be left alone? You should probably eat dinner, too... do you need me to get anything for you?”

Her eyes widened. “Don’t go. I can’t.” She slumped away and walked toward the couch, taking an orange from the fruit bowl on the table, peeling it with her thumbnail. “I’m fine with this. If we get hungry later, there’s always room service. I don’t want to leave. He called me this morning and told me to stay here until he called back. I can’t go home.”

I sat next to her on the couch and put my arm around her, squeezing her arm, telling her she could stay here as long as she liked. She asked about her bird, and I called Mogi right then to make sure he would take care of it. I’d pay for the hotel, if no one else would. I didn’t mind. That night, I didn’t bother ordering dinner, as neither of us were very hungry, and we fell asleep on the couch. For the rest of that week, I visited her regularly, to make sure she was okay. I could only go at night, though, because of work - well, we had the first few days off, considering it took a toll on everyone there. Most of those days were just spent sleeping. Both of us. I had to run back home to bring changes of clothing, but I wasn’t about to leave her alone for the night. Of course, that was probably a mistake.

A week passed. “Matsu... I think I am ready to go home tonight,” she said, and her voice was eerily cheerful, and she was looking away. “Will you still stay with me?”

Of course I would; even if I didn’t want to, there was no real way for me to say no, was there? But I wanted to. She had nobody left. I gathered my things and we went back to her apartment. No one had been in there except Mogi when he took care of the bird, and everything was untouched. It was so unsettling - I’d expected to see some sign of Light’s presence, but there was nothing. I could immediately tell which side of the bed belonged to whom: Misa’s side was still unmade, but Light’s side was perfectly kept, and it looked as if it hadn’t been touched for even longer than that week... I realized much later how true that was, and just how lonely Misa had been, and how stupid I was to ever think Light was in love with her.

It was quite late, but neither of us had eaten dinner, and so I’d called in some takeout on the way home.

“Ah! Matsu, no, sit... sit across from me.”

And at the time, I thought it was because I was in Light’s chair, and that Light’s chair was off limits. Light’s chair was across from her.

We ate silently and she did not look up at me very often, but was comforted by my presence. I even offered to do the dishes, but she insisted that I go relax in the living room, even going so far as to tell me which channel to keep on television - and that was rough, because it was the news, and everyone was speculating about the downfall of Kira. That was the last thing I wanted the TV to remind me of. But she insisted. And it’s almost funny, really, just how long it took me to realize exactly what she was doing.

She sat next to me on the couch again, leaning on me and I put my arm around her as usual, but... something was weird.

“Is it good to be back home?” I asked. “This is more comfortable than a hotel, isn’t it?”

She reached up and put her finger on my lips, making minimal eye contact. “Will you do this for me?”

“Huh? Do wh-”

And she was kissing me. Forcefully but somehow gently, as if she were controlling it all passively and inviting me to take over. I nearly coughed into her mouth out of shock; I tried pushing her away but was afraid of hurting her again, and she didn’t budge.

“Just let me pretend, okay?” She whispered against my lips, and I felt myself nodding, collapsing into her lead. My eyes were clenched shut and there was so much pressure behind them; it didn’t make sense, I did not feel as if I were going to cry, or even express any pleasure just yet, but that there was some sort of instinctual reaction inside me that was waiting to get out but couldn’t. And although my body had relaxed upon submitting to her plea, I’d never felt so paralyzed in a woman’s arms before.