You licked carefully around the edges of the frozen dairy treat to prevent any from dripping on your palms; unbeknownst to you, L was watching, in fascination of how your tongue moved.
He could not help but lick his own lips at the sight before him.
"Hey, L. Shouldn't we be, like, tracking down Kira or something?" you muttered between licks of ice cream.
He heard none of what you said, but continued to stare at you with his dark, coal-black eyes; in a deep and utter trance by the actions of your pink appendage.
"L."
"..."
"L!"
"Ne?"
"Quit staring at me!"
"But, I would like to have your ice cream..."
You smirked, licking off a little melted vanilla ice cream from your hand. You, being the number one pervert in the entire world, decided to poke fun at the child-like man.
"Strip for me and I'll give it to you." you laughed.
-until you saw him begin to remove his shirt.
"W-WAIT A SECOND, L! I DIDN'T ACTUALLY WANT YOU TO-! AHHH!"