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Rare Burst of Passion

Anon asked: A scenario of a passionate L kiss? I know its sort of ooc but can you do your thing and make it work 😍😍😍😍

Yes. I can make it work.

“Damn it! Why can’t we get him? It’s Light Yagami, I’m sure of it… why can’t we pin him?” You ran your hands through your hair; L didn’t even look up from the papers clasped between his fingers.

“He’s exceptionally intelligent. Light has covered his tracks well. I share your frustration.” He spoke, monotone voice low and rough from lack of sleep.

“I’m sick of it,” you began to pace the room “, I’m sick of knowing and not being able to do anything about it.” L didn’t respond, eyes scanning over the papers that hung between his fingers.

You sighed, walking over to the security feed. The rest of the task force, Light included, were huddled in the main bull pen. You stared a hole into the back of his skull, a rage welling inside of you.

“If we don’t get him soon, I think you’re going to die,” you turned and saw he was finally looking at you “, and I refuse to let that happen. We have to… a plan even he won’t anticipate from us. He doesn’t get one more week of freedom.” You were seething; an image of L dead, Light standing over him with that grin… that evil grin.

You had the notebook, you knew shinigami exist. You had so many questions, many of which had answers, but the most important questions went without. One little thread from Misa, from the shinigami, it could connect everything together. The most vital piece of the puzzle was missing from the box…

“We have to attack, L. It’s now or never, now or our deaths. A fake notebook. We make a fake notebook,” you suggested “, and if we can’t get Light to use it? We get the fake notebook to Misa.”

L was watching you intently, his eyes fixated on your features. He was analyzing you.

“I can expose my name, L. And when my name is written in the book, we have proof. It’s doable… it could work.” You nearly cried tears of joy at the thought of closing this chapter. This case was a nightmare that put a strain on you, L, and your relationship.

Whatever he was thinking, he was finished. He jumped from the perch of his chair and approached with an intensity you’ve never seen in him before.

When he was in reaching distance, L grabbed either side of your face. He walked towards you until your back was flush with the wall, then he kept coming until his body was tight against your own.

L’s lips came to yours with haste, and for the first time ever, his eyes closed completely during a kiss. For the first time, your eyes were open. This was off. Something was wrong. But… you enjoyed the moment. You could ask after. Closing your eyes, you moaned softly and L’s hands pulled you deeper into him.

With a skilled move, you pulled his bottom lip between your teeth and nibbled gently. Your hands explored his body, and when you touched somewhere especially pleasing, L pressed his hips into yours; not quite grinding, but enough pressure to send the message he was enjoying this too. Running your nails up and down his spine enticed a lewd sighing moan from the detective.

L finally detached from your lips, but kept you against him. His eyes which, just a few moments ago plagued with exhaustion, had retained their old spark.

“What was that about?” You asked, star struck. He had never kissed you like that before, and you knew it would be years before it happened again. You almost damned him for doing it, because you were sure your legs were going to give out from the arousal sitting in your core.

“You had an excellent idea. You’re correct, it could work. In fact… I’m eighty three percent sure it will…” L walked back to his station and began working out the details of this tactic. You collected yourself and joined him, hoping to ask for that again once Kira was caught.