Who: Light Yagami
killswithapen and L Lawliet
watashi_wa_eru Status: Active | Closed
Style: Third person, Prose
Where: Kusasato
When: Week 5, Day 7
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, possibly some bad language
Summary: The inevitable conclusion of an exhausting, emotional night, L and Light establish their boundaries in the only way left to them.
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Again, warnings for sexually explicit content. )
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It was with care that L shifted to his hip, releasing the hand inadvertently trapped underneath. Could Light have felt - and the rest of the question went unasked, the answer 'of course he did,' intruding too quickly. The proof was recorded on the hitomi, seated yet a second time between his legs. For that moment, L ran on the sheerest intuition. Almost. He lifted the hand, Light's right hand, to his lap - he's ambidextrous - the thought presented itself as just one more fact of Light's near perfection ( ... )
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He took no notice of the closing of his eyes. He couldn't, didn't care. Somehow, the angles of Light's cheekbones, the slender jaw found their way beneath L's fingers. He pulled Light closer, sealing their mouths. L followed instinct, let his tongue slip into Light's mouth, exploring rows of teeth, and mmm, it felt good, no. Electric when they fluttered together.
Breathing faster, and it seemed he couldn't quite think straight, not the same as before. He dropped his forehead on Light's shoulder, needing a moment to just. Get this thoughts in order.
Also, "We should take off our clothes."
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The kiss lingered until he was breathless, and L's head fell onto his shoulder, giving Light a moment's reprieve.
--His hair smelled of jasmine--
No. Come back down, stop the shaking in his hands. He moved them to L's shoulders, shifting into a less precarious position, sitting up against him. The request let him a little startled.
"I'm not ready." He was surprised at how steady his voice was, reassured by the strength of his own grip and L's unbelievable closeness. "I will be, but give me a moment--I mean..." One hand moved up, dark hair brushed out of darker eyes. "You're L, and you're my friend. I respect you, and I care about you - about us." I want to watch you die in my arms. "I'm not prepared to risk messing it up, because ( ... )
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