Disclaimer: Me no own Death Note, k?
- - - - - - - - - -
Routine
The nights with the detective now had almost become like a routine.
When L could finally no longer put up with Lights complaining at some unknown late hour of the night at which nobody should be anything less than passed out on a bed, or even a floor, yes, Light would willingly sleep on the floor in front of the computer monitors at this point, anyways, that is when the detective would finally lift himself out of the chair and practically drag Light up to their room.
These handcuffs sucked.
Then again, they did keep him away from Misa a great majority of the time…
Eventually, the two would reach their room on the third floor—why the hell didn't this place have an elevator anyways?!—then through their living room and into the small bed room containing two beds that had to be within at least three feet of each other.
It would seem normal to any average person—at first.
The two would go lay down in their separate beds.
However,
Within the first fifteen minutes every night, L would end up "sneaking" over to the other's bed—even though they both knew he was awake and there was no need to "sneak"—and proceed to lay down.
After he got settled, the brunette would then wrap his arms around the other and place a small gentle kiss on his lips.
Because this was when Light didn't have to be Kira, or Misa's "boyfriend" (shudder), or someone searching for Kira, he was just Light, and L was just L, not famous detective L, just L.
And Light would fall asleep every night to the sight of L counting the stars out the window behind himself.
Maybe these handcuffs weren't so bad, after all, they were the excuse for this routine.
- - - - - - - - - -
Yay, I finally wrote some non-angsty fluff! :)
I was really sort of tempted to make this into angst too.
But I didn't. Because we all need some fluff. :)
Reviews?