L was amused. And despite what certain people (Light) thought it took a lot to amuse L. Simple knock knock jokes and pranks were wasted on him; he'd already figured them out by the time the punchline arrived. So it was rather surprising actually that L was amused, and the subject matter wasn't exactly the norm either.
Light was taking a shower. An unimportant, innoce- well, maybe not innocent, considering L's position - long shower. Boring to many (except those who longed to know what lay beneath those fitted sweaters, L mused) yet L was very thoroughly amused.
Why? Well, that was astonishingl simple actually.
Light had dropped the soap.
Let it slip right out of his hands in fact. L was admittedly well acquainted with that particular brand's wiley slippery powers; he only continued to buy it because of his addiction to the jelly-baby smell. But his knowledge of it's evil ability didn't stop him from being amused at this. Oh no. What made it particularly funny, were Light's foiled attempts to get it back without bending over.
Why Light didn't simply squat down and get it L didn't know. Well... he did... It was that damnable pride the Yagami boy held. But that was not the point. What was, were the frustrated growls Light made whenever the soap slipped from between his foot and the side of the bathtub for the umpteenth time.
L was glad he had the camera recording this right now. He was sure it would provide hours of entertainment during the boring night hours ahead.
"L," He looked up to see Light's vaguely twitching face glaring back at him. "Are you laughing at me?" The chestnut haired boy growled out at him.
"Why Light," L merely grinned back, teeth bared in return. "I do believe this paranoia is another symptom consistent with your being Kira, after all why else would you believe that I am laughing at you?"
Light snarled angrily back at him, then returned to his comical attempts to retrieve the cackling soap overlord.
With a stroke of genius (of which L had many) L knew exactly what he had to do now. With a brief tug to the chain linking them (a taunt that Light would recognise) he leant forwards over the side of the tub and picked the sudsy bar up between his fingers.
Then he handed it straight up to Light.
The glare he recieved would have reduced a lesser man to tears. L merely blinked lazily up, then cocked his head to the side.
"Light does not like recieving help? Perhaps this is another indication of Light's guilt?"
L was surprised (and relieved) that Light managed to reign in his desire to throttle the detective right there and then.
"Thank you," Light growled through gritted teeth, reaching out to take the soap from him.
L felt like winning though. That was the thought that raced through his mind as he grabbed Light's outstretched hand and pulled him forwards. That was the thought that graced him as he stared into Light's wide, startled eyes.
That was the thought that melted away when Light's lips fell against his own.
L took immediate control of the kiss, pressing demandingly against Light's mouth, slipping a darting tongue through the gasping open lips and tasting Light briefly, before pulling suddenly away.
He held Light's arm as the younger boy teetered uncertainly, knnocked off-balance by his shock.
"Do forgive me Light," L whispered into the boy's ear, feeling him shudder, his naked body all the more blatant to L now. "But I spotted some dirt and thought I'd take care of it."
Light jerked, wrenching out of his grasp, the red flush he couldn't deny creeping over the bones of his cheeks. He turned away, presenting L with a very lovely view of firm buttocks, to hide the reaction he hadn't quite been able to restrain.
"Damnit L!" Light snarled. L suddenly froze, worried he had gone just a step too far. "There was no damn dirt and you know it!"
At which L smiled.
After all, Light hadn't told him not to do it again, had he?