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L knew she was running on borrowed time.
"Ryuzaki," Light huffed out, voice still thick with sleep, and L simply hummed. She continued to trace underneath Light's roseate bottom lip with her thumb, watching as they glimmered in the morning sun spilling through the diaphanous curtains of their bedroom. Her hand was no longer bound by the cursed metal tether that had connected them for months.
Frankly, L wasn't quite sure why Light still chose to sleep in their bedroom now that the handcuffs were off. She had been shown her new sleeping arrangements if she chose to stay. Now that Higuchi had been arrested for being Kira—and consequently died—there was no need for L to be constantly monitoring Light anymore, since she had technically been disproven as Kira as a result, finally freed of their chains. L imagined Light would've been ecstatic, it had been all she would complain about for the months they were chained together—L's incessant typing long into the night as she tried to sleep, no ounce of privacy as L's beady eyes would trail her every move, the fact that she had another human being attached to her for months on end. L was unsure why Light chose to stay, dragging L to their shared room on the night of the arrest, where she promptly ushered them to go to sleep, as if they were still bound together.
Perhaps, it was a peculiar case of Stockholm syndrome, yet...
L remembered the shrill shriek that pierced through the air the moment Light had made contact with the magical notebook, the heaving pants escaping her trembling form as she fought to regain her breath. L had never seen her in such a state before. Something in the air shifted the moment the cursed paper had grazed her palms. It was even more chilling the way Light had gained her composure not even a second later, calmly announcing to L that she was going to compare the names in the notebook with the names of the victims killed. As if she wasn't screaming her lungs out a moment prior.
Something had changed; the same way something shifted in Light when she was in confinement, it had happened again. Kira was back inhabiting Light's body—no, Light Yagami was back in Kira's body.
Now, L didn't know how much time she had left.
"L," Light said more clearly, a thrum of irritation twitching in her delicate features, but L paid no mind. She pressed the pad of her thumb against Light's bottom lip, lazily dragging it across the rosy flesh.
"What do you want, Light-kun?" L hummed, leaning her head further against the pillows, her ebony fringe tumbling across her forehead. Light's brows furrowed with further vexation—an expression L had long grown accustomed to—she shuffled closer towards L across the bed they were lying on, the soft fabric of the duvet rustling under the movement. L cocked a brow, but didn't say anything before Light's slender fingers wrapped around her thin wrist, pushing L's thumb into her mouth. L paused, feeling the warm softness of Light's mouth as she curled her tongue around the digit, staring at L through her long lashes, an alluring glint captured in her gaze.
Then, Light's eyes fluttered shut, a small moan squeezing past her cerise lips.
It was an obviously sultry display—a show of Kira's narcissism as she presented herself to L, but L was perhaps the true fool because she was the one choosing to fall for it.
A sliver of a smirk graced L's lips, she pushed her thumb further into Light's mouth, and Light took it with calculated compliance, cupping L's hand around her face. L pressed her thumb against Light's tongue, smiling at the further sound it got her before slipping it out all of a sudden. Light gasped, flushed lips falling apart at the motion, and L smeared the saliva-soaked digit onto her cheek, concealing an audacious grin. Light scrunched her nose in disapproval, squinting her eyes at L, but with no true venom seeping in her gaze. She grabbed L's wrist again, pulling it further along to drag the other closer towards her—L gasping out at the sudden movement—and pressing their lips together.
L's eyes widened for a moment before her gaze soon relaxed, eyes eventually fluttering shut as she soon returned the kiss, tilting her head slightly. She was surprised it didn't take long for Light to take what she wanted simply; she would've expected Light to keep her guard up. It was why she chose to stay after all. Not out of some ridiculous sentiment as though their months chained together, the rough kisses, the burning touches had built up to a meaning—no, but to monitor L so she could make her next move. L knew this was yet another battle of wits, that this was all superficial, and perhaps she was going to lose because she didn't know when to stop indulging. Light let out a soft sound into the kiss, wrapping her arms around L's neck, her fingers tangling into her ebony tufts, as L's hands travelled down to her waist, giving it a gentle squeeze over her nightshirt.
Or, maybe, it was something else, and that scared L.
Because she wanted Light more than anything.
L tilted her head further, opening her mouth slightly to push her tongue past Light's flushed lips, and Light complied; she took it willingly once more. Too willingly. Her lips fell apart, a higher whine spilling past her as L curled their tongues together, fingers trembling against her. "Ryuzaki," Light let out again when they pulled apart for a moment, but L soon pressed their lips back together. Her hand continued to caress the dip of Light's waist over her shirt, massaging along her side before slipping under the fabric to feel the warmth of Light's soft tan skin against her freezing palms.
A small gasp escaped Light at the frigid trail L's icy fingers left. Everything about her was so calculatively sinful—the way Light measured the pitch of her whines, the softness of her gasps, the breathless pants of L's name. Maybe it was on purpose, maybe it wasn't. L wouldn't expect any less from Kira, but she was still drinking in her moans like sweet liquor.
This was the closest L was going to see of Kira, of Light Yagami. Now that Kira had taken her rightful vessel once more, or rather, Light had become whole again. L remembered when Light was that pathetic lobotomised version of herself, doe eyes too full of wonder and sugary smile too genuine, not like the monster L thought she was. A monster like her. Now, when L gazed deep into Light's eyes, she saw a reflection of her soul, her fears, her wants. L wondered how much more was trapped in that sullen gaze of hers, what dark shadows swirled underneath her eyelids, what rotted inside that beating organ under her ribs. L wanted to see more, she wanted to feel more, tear apart the flesh of Light Yagami.
L gently tipped her weight onto Light so she would roll onto her back on the soft sheets of the mattress, L looming on top of her. It felt odd not to hear the familiar metal clinking that followed each of their movements, L's wrist burning from where her cuff used to be. Their lips pulled apart for a moment, and L took that as an opportunity to venture her kisses downwards—wet kisses trailing down from Light's jaw to her clavicle. Light whined out, her chest trembling against L's as L pressed a warm kiss to the junction of her neck, a louder whine escaping her lips as L bit down on that spot, her teeth sinking in. "Ryu—" Light gasped out, but L only bit down harder, which earned her a pained mewl that L drank up, hot lips working around the flesh until a beautiful blossom of lilac and violet hues bloomed across the tan skin. L pulled away, admiring how gorgeous the colourful blemishes looked on Light, so imperfect compared to the rest of Light's smooth skin. A crack in the godly facade Kira hid behind, but with everything, Light managed to make those imperfections look so breathtaking on her.
A small smile fluttered across L's lips at the sight. Light cocked a brow at her, but any malice in her gaze was dissipated by the rubescent flush adorning her cheeks. She pulled L back towards her, a hand cupping her cheek to press their lips back together.
L voiced no complaints. She wanted to see more of Light, reduce more of Kira's facade to the pathetic human girl L knew she was—her hands slipped under Light's shirt, the smoothness of her skin grazing against L's fingertips. She wanted to feel more, strip Light bare, feel her against her. L's fingers caressed Light's sides, eager to feel more of her velvet skin against her. Light simply hummed into the kiss, her arms travelling forward from L's face to circle her arms around her neck, long lashes tickling her cheek from where her doe eyes were blissfully shut. L's hands travelled upwards, fingers tracing over every ridge of Light's ribs, to her chest, where she felt the gentle thrumming of her heartbeat, beating underneath her palm. L pulled away once more, much to Light's dismay.
It wasn't enough, L wanted to see more. With gentle fingers, she pushed Light's shirt up by the hem, revealing her bare chest. Light's tits still sat perfectly on her chest, even when lying down, they swayed slightly apart due to gravity, but L found that all the more perfect. Her nipples were a reddish-brown, slightly hard from when they were strained against her nightshirt, the fabric now scrunched up at her clavicle. L couldn't help but stare for a moment, completely captivated by Light's bare chest before her, a certain softness to her tan, silken skin as her chest rose and fell from her breathing. Light simply lay there, her arms resting by her sides like a porcelain doll—though she was anything but delicate—as she gazed up at L through her thick lashes. L swallowed as her gaze shifted towards Light, who had a knowing look in her eye, almost mocking L for being as entranced as she was. But L mimicked her expression, cocking a brow before she leaned in all of a sudden to capture Light's lips, before any more retorts could escape her mouth.
A short gasp escaped Light's mouth, into L's mouth, who swallowed it down with a groan. A wandering hand trailed to Light's chest, cupping her breast, the smoothness of the firm flesh weighing heavily in her hand. Light sighed softly into L's mouth, eyes squeezing shut as L continued to knead her chest, pitching into a whine when L circled a thumb around her nipple, feeling it harden under her touch. More. L pulled away for a brief moment, practically yanking Light's shirt off her body, which elicited a sharp gasp from her as her back was lifted off the bed, arms raised above her. More. L immediately dove back in, crashing their lips together. She wanted to see more, feel more, ravage Light whole. L already had a shirtless Light Yagami under her, but she was always a little selfish.
Trailing her hand further down, L tugged on the hem of Light's pyjama shorts, coaxing her to lift her hips and push the clothing down her smooth legs. Light let out a noise in the back of her throat, her warm lips falling apart against L's as she wriggled her hips out of her underwear against L's helping hand, kicking her panties and shorts off her legs and somewhere along the mattress where her discarded shirt hung off the edge. L pulled her lips away, her eyes fluttering open.
She was going to die.
All the breath left L's lungs as her hungry eyes feasted upon Light Yagami's naked body before her in all her glory. Just like the rest of her, Light was absolutely perfect. Her satin, tan skin ran smooth as L eyed her up and down, her damp, roseate lips flushed a further cerise as they trembled around a few pants. Her chest-length soft locks tumbled across the pillow in auburn tresses, forming a warm halo around her. Light's neck still bloomed a blossom of violet and crimson florets from where L had pressed and sucked and dug her lips into her—plucked straight from the Garden of Eden. Her breasts continued to steadily rise and fall in time with her breathing, a little ragged now due to L's breathless kisses. L almost worried about touching Light, feared that she would taint her sacred temple with her sinner's hands—as though any grazing touch she left with her fingertips would further doom Light's soul to eternal damnation. Almost.
L's hand ran up and down Light's side, admiring the subtle curve of her waist as her thumb stroked over her ribs, just under where the swell of her breast began. If L pushed her hand further up, she would feel Light's heartbeat—feel the vessel Light felt she was forced to take. Streams of glistening light filtered into the room, spilling golden rivers onto Light's silken skin, and when L trailed her eyes further down, she was greeted with Light's bare cunt on display.
Light wasn't a goddess, but L wouldn't think twice about worshipping her.
L stared at Light with wide eyes, her lips curled around her thumb as her watchful gaze took in every inch and crevice of Light's body before her. Light's expression grew a little apprehensive, contorting with discomfort as she slowly averted her gaze, brows slightly furrowed. She raised a knee.
"You're staring," Light let out, voice small.
L's lips quirked into a smirk, and she cocked her head. "Am I not supposed to?" L responded, her other hand tracing barely-there lines on her hip bone, leaning in close.
Light's brows twitched, her gaze caught elsewhere. "Not when you're fully clothed."
L paused for a moment. She brought her lips away from her thumb, "Did you want me to?"
A soft scoff tore past Light's lips, her fingers clenched around the bedsheets to cease the slight tremors in her hands, but L could always tell. Light turned her head back towards her, gaze slightly squinted. "Well, aren't we going to have sex? It's common courtesy," she huffed, her voice teetering over a soft whisper, like there was anybody else in the room who could hear them. L's eyes flickered to the surveillance camera above them. She leaned in a little closer, like she was circling her prey—though she wasn't sure who was who anymore in their dynamic—and Light's hands grew occupied with her hair instead, fingers tangling into L's ebony tufts.
"I thought we were beyond courtesy by this point," L smiled, leaning in further so that her breath mingled against Light's cheek. Light's tight expression twitched.
"You're so insufferable," she snapped, her tone void of any vexation—especially as she tilted her face towards L's, bringing her closer until their lips pressed together once more.
Eyes fluttering shut, L held herself carefully on top of Light, hands and knees pressed on either side of her as Light cupped her cheek, tilting her head into the kiss. L sank her weight further onto Light, trailing a hand over to her chest as her thumb began circling over her nipple once more. Light gasped, her roseate lips falling apart, which L took full advantage of as she opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to slip in—Light letting out a soft noise in her throat as L pressed their tongues against one another, running her tongue against the sharpness of her incisors. L hummed into her mouth, she rolled Light's hardened nipple in between her fingers, feeling it tighten under her grasp as Light gasped louder. She cupped L's cheek harder, where L's dark strands were spilling in between her fingers, surely creating crescent indents on her cheek from how her nails were digging into the skin. Kira was never without cruelty.
L winced, she pinched Light's nipple in between her nails in retaliation, which earned her a pained whine, but L swallowed it down with a deeper kiss—pressing even harder against Light until there was no space left to breathe. Light had to break away from the kiss, jerking her head to the side where their saliva smeared onto her cheek. Her chest heaved with the breathy pants leaving her cerise lips. Light threw a soft glare, a slight furrow to her brows, but she relaxed her expression, stared at L through her lashes, parted her lips, deliberate, her gaze concentrated to be the right amount of enticing.
It was such an obvious display, yet L was always the one watching. Light tried to pull her in, but she didn't know that L didn't need to be pulled, because in the end, she would always chase after her. L crashed their lips together once more, capturing the way Light gasped into her mouth, arms wrapped around her neck instead. Her hands massaged over Light's breast, gently brushing away Light's auburn tufts, an almost apologetic edge to her touch, but L wasn't sorry. Light knew as much. She began to trail her kisses downwards—kissing her bottom lip, down to her jaw, to her neck, where she mouthed over the bruises etched onto her skin, her clavicle, her chest, kissing around her nipple before her lips wrapped around the bud.
"Ryuzaki—" Light whined out, squeezing L's shoulders. L mimicked her earlier movements with her finger, rolling the hardened bud around her tongue, and Light whined louder, fingers digging into her skin. It was such a beautiful noise.
Running her hands down her sides, L's fingers found Light's other nipple, slowly dragging her thumb around the bud, slightly grazing her nail against it to be cruel, but she knew Light could take it. L's gaze heaved upwards, watching as Light's long lashes fluttered shut and her brows grew upturned. She abruptly switched to the other nipple, warm tongue flicking against the bud as Light moaned louder, her hands moving up as her fingers grasped around L's dark locks. L pushed her lips in harder, the firm flesh of Light's breast pressing against her mouth from the amount of force. Her hand had found Light's now neglected nipple, now slick from her saliva as her thumb glided over the bud in circular motions. Light's legs became tangled with L's—one of L's knees slotting in between hers as Light curled her bare legs around her. She canted her hips up, giving a thrust against L's thigh wedged between her. Light's lips fell apart in a wanton moan.
Christ. L pressed her thigh harder between Light's legs, who rutted up against it willingly, a high-pitched whine spilling from her lips. Her hand continued to massage Light's chest, moving downwards to caress her waist. While L's lips parted from Light's nipple, a short string of saliva followed her before she began trailing her kisses upwards again, kissing down her neck. She brushed away the few auburn strands that stuck to Light's skin as Light continued to grind against her—tender movements starkly contrasting Light's rough ones, her great mind slipping, facade cracking. L dug her thigh harder. Light's thighs trembled. She grabbed onto L's shoulders, flipping them over.
A gasp broke past L's lips, forced into a grunt as she crashed into the pillows behind her, Light settling herself in her lap. Her fingers squeezed against L's shoulders, steadying her balance as she slotted L's thigh between her legs and began rolling her hips forward.
"Fuck," Light mewled out, her voice cracking around the curse. Her hips rolled in a fluid motion, thrusting against L's thigh in a frenzied haze as she dragged her clit against the denim fabric of L's jeans. Light's head threw back with a loud groan, and L watched her with an intense gaze, lip caught between her teeth—Light's tousled auburn locks cascaded down her back, tufts of her sweaty fringe tumbling over her eyes from every push and pull of her hips, her wet lips hung open with a breathy moan spilling past her mouth, growing more high-pitched by the second. The column of Light's neck was exposed, sweat trickling down the expanse, and L leaned over, tongue lapping up at the droplet of sweat before pressing a kiss to the skin. This was no calculation. L watched in awe as Light took her pleasure as she saw fit. Whining like a pathetic girl as she humped L's thigh, a slave to her own depraved and awfully human desires. She was no God. She was beautiful.
L's hands ran down Light's sides once more, caressing the curve of her waist. Her hand travelled further down, and she squeezed the firmness of her ass. Light moaned. Lips curled into a smirk, L took a hold of Light's hips, where she began moving them in line with her grinds—almost leading her. Light's breathing increased, her head crumpling on L's shoulder, and she wrapped her arms around her. L's smirk grew wider, she held Light's hips a little firmer and began moving her even quicker onto her thigh, and Light trembled, her hips stuttering in their movements.
"Ryuzaki—you, fuck," Light whined out, and L smiled. Her fingers clenched around Light's auburn locks, tugging her head back with a cry, which L silenced with a crashing kiss. Light moaned into her mouth, her breathing coming out as quick gasps against L's lips as L's hold tightened around her hair. She shifted her thigh between Light's legs, where the stitching of her jeans caught against her clit, and Light mewled, her arms wrapping tighter around L as she grinded ever harder. Fuck, she was already so wet, the slick of Light's cunt smearing onto L's jeans, absorbing into the denim fabric. She was going to be the death of her. As Light was pathetically rutting her hips against L's thigh, whining into her mouth, breasts pressed against her, she was going to be the reason L would drop dead soon. This pitiful excuse of a God, the devil's reincarnate, trying to tempt L with her angelic beauty yet devilish charms—now lying naked on her lap, while L remained fully clothed. To others, this would completely destroy their faith; yet to L, this restored it.
Clawing at L's shoulders, Light whined against her, "Off. Fuck—take something off already," she breathed out, trying to tug at the collar of L's white shirt, but L only gazed at her with a smirk, a glint in her eye.
"Say please, Light-chan," she teased.
Light's cheeks burned crimson, her brows furrowed. Pulling away, Light tried to tug harder at L's clothes, fingers grabbing at the hem of her shirt—grinding movements slowing as a consequence—but L was stronger than her. She pulled Light's hands away, pinning her arms at her sides. "L," Light let out, a firmer edge to her whine.
"Hm?" L responded, tilted her head against Light, where their lips brushed together. Light's expression tightened, her movements stopped altogether.
"You're so full of yourself."
Ironic. "Yet, you're still here."
Light scoffed against her lips, pulling away for a moment to glare at her—not enough bitterness in her gaze—L's smile grew wider. "You're sick," she snapped, but L's crooked smile remained. Maybe a little on purpose, she knew how much Kira hated it when she smiled at her, viewing it as if she was smiling down on her, not to her. She couldn't simply be on equal footing with L; she refused to, she had to be six feet above her. Yet, L knew, regardless, Light would still be here, and that she hated herself for it, more than she hated L. That was evident when Light's expression eventually crumpled, her brows growing a little upturned and lips trembling. "Please."
God, L was so enamoured. L was so fucked. Her smile grew a little warmer at the edges, "I knew you had it in you."
Light's expression twitched, her fingers trembling around the hem of L's shirt, pink lips dangerously close. "How do you live with yourself?"
"Fulfilled," L responded, and Light scoffed once more, surging forward to crash their lips together.
L reciprocated, a soft hum buzzing through her lips as she licked into Light's mouth, her grip loosening on her arms as Light's hands immediately tangled to cup her cheek, her other hand tugging on L's shirt again. "You're disgusting," Light mumbled into her mouth. L's teeth dug into her bottom lip, hiding her smile. "Repulsive," Light continued, and L squeezed her hips, drinking up the way Light gasped into her. She broke away from the kiss for a moment, clawing at L's shirt with a whine, and L pitied her—backing away to pull her shirt off over her head in one swift movement, the cotton turning inside-out, revealing her bare chest. She never liked wearing bras. Light paused, doe eyes growing wide at the sight, an almost adoring wonder in her gaze as she stared. L's soulless expression twitched for once, not used to the sudden eyes on her, her lips parted to make a passing remark before Light's lips were back on her once more, an insatiable hunger in her kiss.
L gasped, she kissed Light back with a rivalling hunger, just as trifling—one hand wrapped around her waist while the other held the back of her head, fingers tangled into her auburn strands. She tipped her weight over once more, flipping their positions, and Light fell into the pillows with a gasp against L as L pinned her to the mattress, chests pressed together. L knew she was disgusting, repulsive—nauseating even. With sunken, beady eyes too big for her face, limbs too gangly, thick, black hair tumbling over her face like wild crow feathers, but she was real. Light hid behind her godly facade, desperately trying to remedy the cracks that L bore into it, hiding the monster that she was. The monster that L truly saw her for. Light hid behind temptations of man, presenting her divine beauty on a silver platter, and maybe L was no better for giving into it, indulging her too much, but she was only human. L knew when to stop.
She simply didn't want to.
Inching down, L's hand travelled between Light's legs, where her fingers traced the seam of her cunt, a gasp escaping her to discover how soaked Light truly was. Light hummed against her, canting her hips towards L's hand, a silent plea. Greedy thing. L collected the slick pouring from Light's cunt onto her fingers, using the slickness to massage Light's clit.
"Mmph!" Light whined into L's mouth, her arms wrapped tightly around her, fingers digging into the grooves of her bare back as L continued to jerk her off. She canted her hips further upwards, perhaps another silent plea for L to stop stalling and fuck her with her fingers. Fuck, L could feel Light's hole clench around nothing against her fingers as she kept the motions around Light's clit. Another moan fell past Light's lips, growing especially high-pitched as she normally would when she was getting close, thighs trembling around L's arm, but L could tell Light didn't truly want that. Not like this. Neither did she, not before properly fucking Light. L pulled her hand away all of a sudden, much to Light's dismay, who whined aloud at the loss, but her gaze didn't hold as much vexation as it usually would when L would stop her from coming. L pulled her lips away, a small smile broadening across her features. She slowly climbed off of Light, who cocked a brow at her, but L got up from the bed, holding her hand out towards the other.
"I want to show you something," L whispered, and Light stared at her with apprehensive eyes. God, she looked so wrecked already as she held herself up by her elbows, cerise lips parted with slow pants dragging from her, cheeks flushed a rubescent. Light swallowed—L catching the way her throat bobbed around the movement—she slowly sat up on the bed, taking L's hand.
L brought Light up, taking her around the bed until they faced the mirror attached to the wardrobe. She stood behind Light, hands ghosting over the outline of her waist, lips pressed against the side of her neck. "Aren't you gorgeous?" L whispered, staring at their reflections.
"What are you—?" Light began, but her breath hitched when L's thumb trailed up to trace around her nipple, soft, delicate movements around the bud. L's lips quirked into a smirk, fully cupping Light's breast in her hand as she kneaded her chest, pinching her nipple between her fingers. While her other hand caressed Light's stomach, moving in slow circles. Light's head fell back against L's shoulder with a sigh, doe eyes fluttering shut and auburn tufts tumbling against her; the wondrous sight reflecting right back at them, L kept staring at Light. Her smile grew bigger.
"Hm?" L let out. She delicately moved Light's hair away from her neck to press a soft kiss to her nape when Light moved her head back up, her hand moving down from Light's breast to massage her side. "I thought that's what you wanted to hear," L continued with a smile, whispering into Light's ear—her voice slow and gentle, tight and controlled. Her lips twitched at the way Light slightly shuddered, the warmth of L's breath prickling against her skin. "Ah, but I forgot, Light-kun probably gets told that every day. I'm sure my comments are nothing special."
"Why are we here?" Light huffed, unimpressed with the worship in L's tone. L repressed her smile.
"I wanted to show Light how beautiful she is," L replied, gesturing to the mirror, for Light to see how reduced she had already become. "Look."
Light's brows twitched uncomfortably. She tried to face L, "You—" she began, but L pushed down on Light's shoulders, forcing her to fall to her knees. It was a beautiful sight, Light, no, Kira on her knees for L. She wished she could see Light on her knees for longer, but she was the one making her feel good. Maybe they could explore that another time, if L was still alive by then. With her bare cunt absolutely dripping between her trembling thighs, bitten lips fallen apart around a gasp when L had pushed her down, her delicate face blooming scarlet and droplets of sweat forming on her temple—Light had to see how human she truly was, how human L could diminish her to. A few grazing touches and this was what Light had become, a trembling, whining, pathetic girl with her doe eyes too pleading and her gaze too calculating. Maybe she had planned this all along.
L would die with her secret, after all.
Sinking to her knees behind Light, L pulled her back flush against her chest, legs spread apart and knees slightly bent to make room for Light. "See, don't you look stunning?" she hummed, ghosting a hand across Light's inner thigh, spreading her legs wider. A small curse fell from L's lips at the sight of Light's soaked cunt through the reflection of the mirror—her clit was swollen with arousal, her hole pulsing with want, twitching around nothing and glistening with slick. Light was practically begging L to touch her.
"L—" Light gasped, brows slightly upturned, and L chuckled softly. Unfortunately, she wasn't immune to such temptation. L had never been a believer. L's fingers slowly travelled down Light's body—the other kneading her breast—before cupping her cunt with her whole hand. Light's breathing hitched, pitching into another gasp as L spread her labia open with her fingers, to show her how wet she had gotten. Look at you. Perching her chin on her shoulder, L began massaging Light's cunt, rolling her swollen clit around her fingers. "Hah," Light cried out, and L's smile broadened, gazing deeply at the sight before her, at Light falling apart so easily already. She collected more slick on her fingers, pouring from Light's twitching hole as she began to rub around her clit faster, and Light's head threw back against L's shoulder once more. A moan broke past her lips, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. L kissed down the side of Light's neck, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as she heard Light's delectable moans, proof that she was making this supposed God feel so good. Her fingers moved up and down the seam of Light's sopping cunt, teasing her clit down to her entrance, where her fingertips barely breached inside.
Light whined aloud, a frustrated edge to her voice. An almost pleading look glimmered in her doe eyes as L continued to graze her fingers against her hole, not pushing in just yet, and L repressed a smile. She pressed another kiss to Light's nape, mercifully, before finally sliding two of her fingers inside.
"L!" Light cried out, eyes squeezing shut, and L grinned. Warm lips pressed to her nape, L continued to kiss down Light's neck as she began to pump her fingers in and out of her sopping cunt, an easy glide due to how wet Light was, practically dripping onto her fingers. Light's thighs trembled, her hips canted upwards to grind back against L's fingers—a loud moan shattering from her core when L's fingers curled around her g-spot, jaw slackened. Light thrashed around with a cry, verging on a sob, hips twitching, but L forced her to stay still. She tangled her legs with Light's, curling around them to stop her from squirming so much, while her other hand let go of Light's breast to cup her jaw, forcing her gaze to their reflections in front of them.
"Look at yourself, Light," L whispered, pointing to the mirror with her chin. She stared deep into Light's eyes through their reflection, at the small tears beginning to well up beneath her eyelids. "Look at how ruined you've become."
A small noise squeezed past Light's throat. She tried to shake her head, but L's hand was keeping her in place—long fingers digging into her jaw—dampened fringe tumbling over her eyes. "Not ruined," Light gasped, a hand trying to grab at L's arm, maybe trying to get her to slow down as her fingers weakly attempted to wrap around her wrist, but L knew how bad she wanted it, needed it. She fucked her harder.
"Oh? But look at how pathetically you're whining right now," L grinned, plunging her fingers particularly deep, which had Light's breath stuttering around a whine, her hips twitching against the fullness once more, hole clenching around the delightful intrusion. She couldn't help but be a little mean, but maybe that's what Light needed. More glittery tears gleamed in Light's gaze, spilling onto her lower lashes, roseate lips trembling—L wondered if it was from the insult or from how good she was feeling. L felt she needed to remedy this. "So gorgeously pathetic," she added.
"L, please—" Light whispered, her voice cracking around the plea, but L only grinned, kissing down Light's neck and shoulder as her fingers dove even deeper. Light's gaze trailed off with a cry, trying to turn her head towards L, but L's grip tightened on her jaw, forcing her gaze to stay locked onto the mirror.
"I told you to keep watching," L reminded, her voice stern, and Light let out a sob. She looked so gorgeous.
It was a lewd sight. Glistening tears streaming down her blotchy cheeks, droplets of sweat trickling in rivulets down her chest, her breasts dragging with every movement, trembling lips forced open to let out a breathy whine, sopping cunt pathetically clenching around L's fingers—Light was beyond ruined. Dragged from her throne of divinity and piety, and forced to her feet, all Light could do was watch her pathetic reflection stare back at her with teary eyes, watch as L ruined her to absolute filth as the ungodly sight further unfolded before her eyes. L was conflicted between watching their reflections in front of them as Light's expression beautifully unfurled around pleasure, or between their legs as her fingers thrust in and out of her in real time. Though L perhaps couldn't mock Light for looking as reduced as she was when she, herself, appeared just as affected. With her dark fringe spilling over her eyes in a feathery disarray, clinging to her temples as her usual robotic gaze was completely glazed over with hunger, small pants escaped her from simply watching Light. L looked as though she had lived in the trenches all her life. The difference was, she wouldn't lie to herself about it.
There was a certain vulnerability about her nudity, while L sat back still moderately clothed. Light lay fully exposed before L; her shame, her sins, her beauty all a spectacle for her. For Kira lay without shame, rejecting the grace, the covering, the mercy. Kira didn't need protection from judgment. Lying naked in all her alluring glory, she was judgment.
Perhaps, L had played right into her hands.
"You're sick—" Light repeated. She tried to tip her head back against L's shoulder once more, but L was holding her in place. L only chuckled; she laughed at her struggle, laughing at Light as their reflections ghosted back at them. Of Light's dignity and decorum melting onto L's fingers like brittle candle wax, dripping and leaking onto her. A raw, unfiltered noise rumbling from her throat as her eyes crinkled and lips curved into a wicked grin.
"You love it," L breathed out, "You can't live without it."
Light scoffed, gasping in pain when L's fingers only clenched harder around her jaw. "Wishful thinking," she snapped, her retort pitching to a moan as L curled her fingers inside her. "L, I-I want—" Light gasped out, her fingers grasping around the denim fabric of L's jeans. Her hole clenched.
"Hm?" L let out, watching how her fingers swiftly moved in and out of Light with her lip caught between her teeth. She slipped in a third finger inside, crooking her hand upwards to brush against Light's g-spot once more, which had her choking around a sob, another gush of slick spurting from her cunt. To be even more cruel, L pushed two fingers into Light's mouth from where she was holding her jaw, letting out a small curse under her breath when Light moaned around her fingers, teary eyes squeezing shut. She must be getting close soon—judging from her voice—L wondered if she could make Light beg for it. "What do you want, Light?"
Muffled around L's fingers, Light let out another sob. L pressed her fingers onto Light's tongue, repressing her grin at the way Light slightly gagged. "Light-kun," she ushered, a subtle tease in her tone. Light looked like she wanted to kill her.
"Mmph!" Light cried out onto L's fingers, her head tipping back against L's shoulder once more to slip her fingers out of her mouth, but L only dug her fingertips against Light's bottom lip, pulling down the flesh with her nails. Light's lips trembled, falling apart with another moan as L fucked her even faster with her fingers, her hips thrusting up against the delicious pressure. "Kiss—" Light tried to gasp out, her voice teetering over another choking sob.
L's face immediately fell, her expression frustratingly softening. Oh. Light would never have to beg her for that. L couldn't help how her lips curled into a small smile, brows growing upturned as she pulled her fingers out of Light's mouth to turn her jaw towards her, kissing her deeply. Fuck, L was so fucked. She wondered if Light would remember this moment. Years down the line, when L would presumably be dead, will Light remember how easily she had fallen apart for her right now? How painfully human she had become? The next time Light comes, will L's name be imprinted onto her tongue as the flood of her orgasm crashes down onto her and takes her under the waves? Nobody would be able to make Light come this hard, at least L hoped so. Maybe it was wishful thinking indeed—a useless sentiment for wanting to be remembered. Nobody had really known her in the first place. In reality, L's corpse would long be forgotten, her flesh rotting off the bone as her remains seeped into the soil buried six feet under. A passing memory to those who would bother to think about her.
Light moaned into L's mouth, sounds growing more high-pitched as L brought her closer and closer to the edge. L kissed her harder, her fingers tangling into Light's auburn tufts as she held her head tightly against her—as if Light was going to run away from her. Light's hips began wildly twitching, her sanity deteriorating with every movement of L's fingers, stomach flexing and tightening. "Close, I-I'm—" Light cried out, and L only fucked her even harder, swallowing down the way Light's voice cracked around a sob with a rougher kiss as L sought to wrench her orgasm right from her. She had to pull away, wanting to watch as it happened, to see Light's face as she came, and not through their reflection.
"I-I'm gonna—you're making me—!" Light let out against L's lips, words growing incoherent by the second, and all L did was smile at her fondly. She sat back, the mirror long forgotten, her hand travelled back to Light's thigh as she kept it spread open, her fingers curling right against her g-spot and watched. "L!" Light's starry eyes squeezed shut, jaw slackened, brows growing upturned, and body seizing up as her orgasm shattered through her—sheer ecstasy buzzing through the fragments of her system. L kept Light pressed against her chest with an arm, she cursed softly as Light clenched hard around her fingers, a loud moan ripping through the other's vocal chords from the weight of pleasure coursing through her veins. She sat still for a moment, mindlessly stroking Light's hair before she slowly pulled her fingers out of Light, catching the way she softly gasped at the movement, panting. L's lips twitched into a small smirk. She held her fingers in front of Light's mouth, absolutely soaked in her slick. She tapped her fingers against Light's lips.
"Open," she told, and Light's eyes heaved open. She did as she was told, lips parting to allow L's fingers to slip into her mouth. A small sound escaped Light as L made her taste herself, fingers pressed down onto her tongue once more. Light gasped through her nose, eyes fluttering shut as she curled her tongue around the soaked digits, jaw tilted up to take L's fingers to the hilt. Light took L willingly, pliantly—all because she knew she would triumph at the end. As wrecked and destroyed she was, with her flushed face stained with tears and soft sobs falling from her lips, Light still had the gall, because she knew that L wouldn't stop her.
For if L had won, she would have truly known what it was like to lose.
L pulled her fingers from Light's mouth, her mouth falling apart with a gasp. Light's body immediately curled into herself the moment it was over, knees drawing up and chin dipping to her chest, reduced to a crumpled mess on the floor. L manoeuvred Light around, carefully turning her around to curl into her chest as Light's body was wracked with shaking sobs, quivering and twitching around. An arm supported her back, while the other splayed Light's legs sideways across her lap, running a hand down her outer thigh—Light's cheek pressed against L's clavicle. L stroked Light's disarray of hair; her layered tufts stuck out of place, but L flattened them back, gently brushing a few additional stray strands of her fringe away from Light's eyes with her fingers. Light sniffled, soft gasps and pants escaping her lips as she recovered from her delirious high, and L gently tilted her jaw upwards towards her, leaning in to press their lips together once more. Light sighed into her mouth, a hand grabbing at L's shoulder behind her, allowing L to silence her sobs with her searing kiss, to feel the bursting warmth underneath her skin. L could hear Light's thundering heart hammering against her chest, or was it her own?
Humming, L stroked Light's cheekbone with her thumb, smearing her soiled fingers onto Light's cheek, which had her groaning slightly. L repressed a grin, lips blissfully pressed against Light's, tasting Light on her tongue from where she had slipped her fingers into her mouth, before soon pulling away. Light's eyes remained closed for a few more moments, long lashes tickling her cheeks, and roseate lips parted slightly before fluttering her lidded eyes open once more, a pleased expression on her face. L's lips quirked into a soft smile.
"Better?" L inquired, head slightly tilted against Light's. She stroked Light's hair with her soaked fingers, which had her adorably scrunching her nose in distaste, doe eyes squinted.
A weak scoff fell from Light's lips. Wiping her tears and face with a shaky hand, she slowly sat up between L's legs, her legs still perched over her thigh. "What about you?" Light let out, voice small.
Oh. Honestly, L had forgotten about herself; she was too focused on Light's pleasure, but now that Light had mentioned it, all L could think about was how she was absolutely dripping in her boxers after watching Light come like that. Surprisingly selfless of Kira. L had to stay calm. "If Light-kun wishes to."
A further scoff escaped Light, her brows furrowed. "You're so annoying," she huffed, turning her body towards L, whose lips curved into a small smile.
"That hasn't stopped you before, has it?" she quipped, and Light rolled her teary eyes before surging forward to silence L with a burning kiss. L gasped into her mouth, but soon fluttered her eyes shut as she tilted her head against Light's—hands running along Light's shoulders before cupping her face, her thumbs gently caressing Light's face. Light began tipping her weight forward, and L went down willingly with a soft sigh into Light's mouth, lying on her elbows as Light loomed above her, arms wrapping around her neck. While Light's arm snaked up L's back, leading her further and further down until L's back pressed against the floor beneath them. Light pulled away with a gasp, her auburn tufts spilling onto the floor from where she held herself on top of L, sweaty fringe tumbling over. A small frown contorted her features at the stupid grin that remained imprinted across L's mouth, her own ebony tufts splayed against the hard carpet floor, a few stray strands stuck to her mouth. Light brushed them away with alarmingly gentle fingers.
"I'll get you off, alright?" Light said, cocking a brow. As if to check if L was happy with her decision. L would always be content; she couldn't help the way she throbbed.
"Alright," L repeated after her absentmindedly, her gaze too busy, fixated on Light's tits weighing down above her, hungrily drinking in the sight before her. Light scoffed.
"Pervert," she muttered under her breath as though L couldn't hear her, despite being mere millimetres apart. A small chuckle rumbled from L, bringing Light closer towards her until their lips were pressed back together, and Light melted into their kiss almost immediately with a moan, whatever contempt she had dissolving with every push and pull of their lips. While L's arms untangled to trace her fingers around the outlines of Light's neck, her clavicle, running her hands down her shoulders, where she gave them a gentle squeeze. Light let out a small sound, sinking her weight further against L, who took to it pliantly, moaning into their kiss as their chests pressed together—Light's full chest pressing against L's flatter chest—Light's hammering heartbeat thrumming against L's chest. What a beautiful vibration. Light broke away, pressing small, wet kisses down L's jaw to her neck and shoulder, and L let her, eyes fluttering shut at the shivering sensations prickling her skin. Light was going faster than usual, maybe because she, too, knew they didn't have much time left, but L wouldn't protest. She had already wagered enough.
L's head threw back. "Light-kun," she gasped as Light sucked a small bruise onto the junction of her neck—right where her hair would cover it—while a hand traced around her nipple, pinching the rosy bud between her fingers. L shuddered, not used to the sudden sensations wracking her body after holding off for so long, and Light smirked against her neck. L could feel the stretch of her lips against her damp skin. Her brows furrowed.
"You're so sensitive," Light giggled, but her laughter was anything but kind, mocking. L saw the way her eyes glinted as she pulled away. "Who knew all the great detective needed was a few touches to completely melt?"
"You overestimate yourself," L responded swiftly, "I recall Light-kun crying not too long ago," she added, maybe it was a cheap shot. Especially with the way Light's expression contorted uncomfortably, she brought a hand to hastily wipe any leftover tears on her face, despite drying long ago before her features morphed into a scowl. She lunged forward, wrapping her warm lips around L's nipple as her other hand continued to pinch and roll L's nipple between her fingers, hard enough that it sent shocks of pain down L's spine. L's head fell back with a loud moan around a grin, growing undeniably wetter in her boxers. She always knew how to push her buttons. Light seemed to read L's mind, swift fingers reaching down to unbutton L's baggy jeans, pulling the zipper down where her black boxers peeked out from underneath.
A small hiss escaped L as the cool air hit the soaked spot of the fabric her cunt left, and Light's lips quirked into a smirk as she pulled her lips away. Her fingers traced down the trail of soft, black hairs running down L's navel, tugging down the hem of her boxers slightly to reveal the mesh of unkempt hair that covered her all over—and L caught the way Light's throat bobbed as she swallowed hard. Light tried to cover her brief reprieve, slipping a hand down L's underwear, and they both gasped in unison. L's jaw slackened as Light's fingers pushed against the seam of her sopping cunt, instantly finding the softness amongst the thatch of hair.
"Holy shit," Light let out, her voice devoid of any earlier condescension, unable to hide her fallen expression as her doe eyes grew wide. She pulled her fingers out—despite L's protesting whine—watching in awe as a thick string of slick followed where her fingers stretched apart. Her gaze shifted back to L, eyes twinkling with sheer want. "I'm eating you out."
L's cunt throbbed. "Light," she breathed out once more, and Light practically pounced on her to crash their lips together. She tugged hard on L's jeans and boxers, harshly tugging the fabric down her legs as L wriggled her hips out of the fabric, kicking the rest away on the floor until she too joined Light in their nudity. Light kissed her harder, one hand grabbing L's jaw while the other travelled from her nipple to her soaking cunt once more. Her fingers found L's swollen clit, rubbing around the bundle of nerves as L gasped into her mouth, her hips twitching up against the sensations. It had been so long since Light had touched her, and this probably was going to be the last time. She couldn't wait any longer. L jerked her head to the side to break the kiss, saliva staining her cheek. Her chest heaved with heavy pants as she gazed up at Light with lidded eyes, Light's hand still on her cunt. "Is Light-kun going to get on with it then?" L whispered against Light's lips.
Light swallowed, gaze just as hungry. "Mhm—yeah," she nodded slowly, and L's arms slipped from wrapping around Light's neck to squeezing her shoulders once more as she shuffled down L's body, trailing wet kisses down her stomach. L's breath hitched when Light spread her legs, pressing kisses to the stickiness of her inner thighs from where her cunt was leaking, even more wiry hairs surrounding the area where her groin began.
Growing impatient, L's fingers clenched around Light's auburn tufts. "Light-kun," she warned, and a small smile flickered across Light's lips. She spread L's labia with her thumb, a quiet curse falling from her lips at L's hole, practically gleaming with slick. Her gaze flickered to L for a moment, smile disappearing from her face as she tucked a tuft of her auburn fringe behind her ear and licked her lips. She licked a fat stripe against L's clit. L sighed out, her hips twitching against Light for more, and Light was done making her wait. She dove back in, lips wrapping around L's swollen clit, and L moaned aloud, her back arching against the hard floor beneath her. "Hah!" she cried out, grinding her cunt against Light's mouth as Light began swirling her tongue around the bundle of nerves. Fuck, her tongue, her tongue. L's fingers grasped around Light's hair, her hips rolling forward with every movement of Light's tongue on her clit, her lip caught between her teeth.
Light moaned into her cunt, high-pitched in her throat as L carded her fingers through her damp fringe, continuing to rock her hips into Light's pliant mouth. L squirmed at the vibrations against her clit from Light's sounds. She watched as Light lay with her back slightly arched on the floor—stomach pressed against the floor and hips slightly elevated. If L craned her head to the side, she could catch a view of Light's leaking cunt in the reflection of the mirror behind them, squeezing her thighs together.
"Like it that much?" L breathed out, a brow cocked, soon growing upturned as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. Light moaned louder into her cunt, and a breathy grin graced L's lips; she further stroked Light's hair, scratching gently at her scalp. "You're doing so good, you're so good."
Eyes squeezing shut, Light only nodded into L's cunt, long lashes fluttering close, wet tongue sliding right against her clit. L groaned deeply. She wondered if Light would remember this moment as well. As Kira rose to the top, gazing upon her subjects, will she remember the moment she was on her stomach for L? Her fumbling hands grabbing at her thighs and flushed face trying to stuff as much cunt in her mouth as possible, desperate to make L feel good from her tongue, to serve her. Will Light remember the way she drank up the faucet of praise spilling from L's tongue? This supposed deity was seeking validation from the one she sought to kill. The enemy of man. Yet, maybe this was oddly fitting. God didn't simply want praise; He demanded it—He would flood the land if not acknowledged, doom all of mankind with the weight of sin, and subject his creations to his all-mighty judgment. In the same way, Kira eliminated anyone who dared defy her, reject her philosophy and teachings; she perfectly fit into the role of a scornful creator.
A hand travelling underneath, Light ran a finger down the softness of L's cunt, and L gasped as Light slipped the digit in effortlessly, her hips canting up. "Just like that—" L gritted out as Light began to thrust her finger in and out, another gliding in with little resistance from how wet L was.
A deep moan rumbled from L's throat, a hand leaving Light's hair to tug at her own nipple, squeezing the soft flesh of her breast in her palm. "You're doing so well," she breathed out, sweat trickling down her temple. Light whined high, curling both of her fingers inside of L, which had her hips stuttering against Light's face mindlessly. L moaned further, her head craned up to watch as Light drooled all over her pussy, head nestled up against L's lower stomach, nose brushing against her mesh of pubic hair. "My good girl."
It was, unfortunately, adorable the way Light mewled, thin droplets of saliva seeping from her mouth and running down L's cunt where Light licked and sucked at her. Fingers gripping onto L's thighs, L gasped as Light spread her legs even further with a hand, her grip almost bruising as she pounded her fingers right against L's g-spot. "Light, Light," L moaned over again like a mantra, a prayer. Rivulets of warm sunlight cascaded down onto them, the glistening silhouette of the window shining over Light's face that was buried and whining into L's cunt. L rose to her elbows to brush away the stray strands of hair that tumbled over her damp lashes, and Light's gaze heaved upwards. Her eyes were completely glazed over with a look only Kira could possess—the sunlight highlighting a crimson, murderous glint flickering in Light's irises as she stared up at L with lidded eyes, completely and utterly fucked. Her deity.
L couldn't help the way her stomach tightened, the lick of arousal weighing hot and heavy inside her. She began rolling her hips even harder against Light, who took what L gave her—muffling a whine into her cunt. "Fuck, just like that, keep going," she breathed out, and Light squeezed her eyes shut, moving her face against L's cunt in a faster rhythm, breathing through her nose. L grabbed a fistful of Light's hair, yanking her up as she practically thrusted into her mouth, and Light let out a louder whine. Her free hand travelled up L's torso, finding her hand and L's lips stretched into a breathy grin. She laced their fingers together, holding them at her hip bone. L kept rolling her hips forward, chasing after that fleeting warmth curling in her stomach, building up to that delicious high. "Light," L whined, voice growing higher in her throat, Light's fingers thrusting in and out of her, tongue chiselling away her sanity with every movement against her clit, laced fingers tightening their grip, Kira's dark eyes staring right into hers, the sensation peaking over, until—
"Kira!" L practically screamed, her back arching up against the floor, hips bucking up against Light's mouth, entire body trembling as her orgasm peaked and crashed onto her, flooding her senses. L's hips stuttered, still holding Light by her hair against her cunt as she kept licking at L's folds. Her fingers loosened their grip, pulling Light away, who gasped loudly for air—jaw hung open, expression a little dazed. She looked a little stupid, honestly. She was perfect.
L's chest heaved with the weight of her orgasm, her body making involuntary jolts as she fought to catch her breath. Her fingers properly untangled from Light's auburn tufts, who gazed up blankly at L, panting alongside her. The lower half of Light's face was slick with L's fluids and her own saliva, a few strands of her hair stuck to her chin, eyes glazed over, shaky pants leaving flushed lips. Light swallowed, her expression contorting uncomfortably before slowly pulling her soaked fingers out of her. L made a small sound of discomfort, sighing out as Light untangled their fingers to wipe at her face with her clean hand, brushing her hair out of her face. She climbed back up L's body, a small smirk flickering across her lips.
"I always knew you got off to Kira," she huffed—but her grin seemed too pleased rather than condescending. L returned the expression, thumb gently wiping down Light's chin of any leftover stickiness.
"You should be flattered," L quipped.
Light's brows furrowed, but she didn't muster an argument—maybe because she knew L would never change her mind, or that it was an insult to both of them to protest otherwise.
Instead, Light leaned down to press their lips together, and L sighed into her mouth, parting her lips for Light's prodding tongue to get her to taste herself. L moaned softly, curling her legs around Light's as Light sank her weight further against her body, her breasts pressing against her. Humming, L wrapped her tired arms around Light's neck, fingers mindlessly toying around with the hair at the back of her head, carding her fingers through. Light leaned herself down further, her hands grabbing at L's shoulders, fingers grazing over the sides of her neck before pulling away with a short breath. Her lips quirked into a small smile, pressing a small kiss to L's jaw before curling up at her side—almost like a house cat—cheek pressed against her clavicle. Light's hand reached for L's once more, sliding her fingers up her palm to thread their fingers together.
L stared at their connected hands, then at Light, who let out a small yawn, face scrunching up adorably, nestling into L like she was home. It was too calculated, it was too real, L didn't know how much more she would be able to take. She attempted to get up, but Light stayed put, a disapproving grunt leaving her.
"Don't you want to shower?" L offered instead, slightly lifting her head.
Light groaned softly, further tangling her legs with L's. "In a minute," she let out, which was so unlike her. Normally, Light would be dragging L to the shower to clean up after having sex, and she'd expect this to be no different. They were covered in each other's bodily fluids, drenched in sweat, soaked in slick—as if they were disgustingly bound to each other once more, without the cursed metal tether between them, bodies merging into one. L still grimaced regardless. Maybe Light was lingering because she knew this would be the last time she would be able to. L didn't know Kira cared for many sentiments. She didn't respond and simply lay her head back down. L laced their fingers back together, giving Light's palm a gentle squeeze, and Light sighed, content.
She was going to be the eventual death of L, both metaphorically and physically. Weeks, days, even hours from now, she could drop dead; it was only a matter of time. L would rather not die; nobody would—it was biologically hardwired into the brain to survive—but L never followed the norm. Truthfully, she was a little scared, frightened of how deeply she craved the monster inside of Light, of Kira, and that she wouldn't be strong enough to fight her off. Perhaps it was already too late. Light fluttered her eyes shut, soft breaths escaping her, L could hear her heartbeat thrumming against her chest, and then her own, beating loud and alive against her ribcage.
It will not be long until the beating will cease forever.