*Obviously, when you're four years old and can't find the person you're looking for, and can't quite remember why you're looking for the person you're looking for to begin with but don't have anything better to do, the way to proceed is to run at breakneck speed through the hallways in circles, up and down stairs and around kitchens. You're bound ( Read more... )

*L comes home, after the long talk with Teru, looking solemn and thinking hard. He can hear Matt in the bathroom. The door's open, so he glances in to see what he's doing. Specifically, in hopes that he has time to talk.*

What are you doing?

The good thing about that room is that when L wakes up, he certainly feels very well rested. To the point of that kind of 'I have overslept' nausea. He can't open his eyes, at first. Everything is just very fuzzy and far away.

"Matt?"

He'll be fine in a moment, once he gets his bearings.

*L is in the kitchen, inspecting the rest of their mousse, to see what's been stolen, taking into account the two he and Matt had earlier. The 'warning, poison' note has only gone so far- one of the cups is gone.

But one isn't so bad- he pulls out one for himself.*

L leans down behind the bar to look at all the various bottles and try to come up with something that looks like he could drink it without gagging or accidentally sneezing and getting up his nose. So, not too strong, sweet as can be, and possibly having to do with fruit.

"Matt, what should I drink?"

It's a shame these things aren't more simple,

Enter L and Matt. Floating, midair, above L's bed.

Matt is also temporarily female, in case this weren't weird enough.

"You could put your legs around my waist, or I could set you down..."

Logistics need to be worked out.

So very, very NSFW, yes.

L tugs Matt through the door to their room, pleased to be out of the hubbub's way. 

(L hasn't been away from the crowd long; just long enough to set the kettle on, get himself a plate of tarts, and consider his reaction to what just happened.

Why is everything here so complicated?)

The fact that a lot of these are about love reflects less the fact that L cares about it, more the fact that EVERY FUCKING SONG EVER seems to be about love and sex. Anyways, some of them are in for theme, not for specificity, and some are in for specific lines, not overall workingness.

Stars- In Our Bedroom Afer The War
Lift your head and look ( Read more... )

Matt-L smutlet, not finished. I'm not happy with it yet, but it's not getting any better, inspiration is teh gone, and Nnyear wanted to see so I could not tease :(
Anyways;

“You always do that,” Matt observes, with a bit of a moan in his voice, and L glances up at him, curiously. The detective’s thumb is tracing a slow circle on Matt’s hip bone. ( Read more... )