Title: Dancing Without Music

Rating: K

Summary: Misa is bored. Light isn't going to fix it. Maybe L can.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. If I did... this would have happened in the manga xD

"I'm boooooooooooored…"

L glanced up from his heavily sugared tea while Light shrugged, turning the page of his book and not bothering to look at the pouty blonde that leaned heavily on his shoulder. "If you're so bored then go do something productive."

Misa scowled at him. "And what exactly am I supposed to do?"

Light finally spared her an annoyed look as he raised the book pointedly. "You could always read something. Something that isn't a magazine; seeing as how we don't have any access to them." He added as she opened her mouth to argue.

Her cheeks swelled with irritation as she folded her arms under her chest and sank into the couch.

L watched her with an inquisitive tilt to his head, sipping his tea quietly until he had finished the last drop and placed it on the coffee table with a soft "clink". Misa looked up at him as he shuffled from his chair across the table and moved to stand in front of her.

Wordlessly he reached out and took her hand in his, lifting her up from her spot next to Light. A frown creasing her brow, Misa allowed the detective to pull her further away from the couch.

With a single motion he twirled the blonde around and pulled her gently into his hunched torso. Misa blinked up at L in surprise as he took her free hand, placed it on his shoulder, and began waltzing gracefully with her about the living room.

It took a long moment of stepping in ¾ time for her to realize what exactly was happening and when it finally clicked she burst into a fit of happy giggles.

"Silly Ryuzaki-kun!" she laughed. "There's no music! You can't dance without music."

He shook his head, deep black eyes never straying from her smiling face. "Music is not necessary for dancing. Its primary purpose is to help in keeping the beat of the steps. We seem to be doing quite well without it."

Misa blinked and though about it a moment, then smiled again and nodded. "I guess you're right."

L considered commenting that he was always right. He shook away the thought and focused instead on the motions of the waltz, Misa's bright and pleasant smile, the feel of her dainty hands on his shoulder and cradled in his palm, and the look of irritation and –Could it be?— jealousy that plagued the young Yagami's features as he pretended to read.

Well… it was one way to be productive.

A/N: … I haven't posted anything in a while… but I hope this fluff will appease any unhappy readers out there ;A; I will TRY to finish Midnight Snack and Too Much of a Good Thing soon, but no promises!