Author's Note: While I was reading L: Change the WorLd for the fourth or fifth time, the paragraph on page 46, where Suruga discovers L monitoring Kujo on surveillance cameras, and calling him a perv inspired this little piece. I feel so rejuvenated as an author upon finishing this. It feels great, 'cause it felt like I was in a writing slump for a while. It was the perfect thing to write to get back into the LxViv mode for Myriad. So, please enjoy. Sadly, I don't own Death Note, only Vivica.
This is dedicated, as always, to WhiteLadyDragon.
Upon seeing the peculiar way that L was playing chess, Light peered over from behind the sofa, realizing that L wasn't looking at the chessboard at all. He followed L's gaze to a monitor hidden by his feet. Pictured on on the monitor was surveillance footage of the girl who'd introduced herself only as "Viv".
"Ryuzaki, what're you-?" Light narrowed his eyes in disapproval when he saw that L's eyes were focused with that intent. "Oh~, and here I thought it was Misa you liked."
The sound of L biting his nails seemed to echo around the room as he continued to turn a blind ear to Light. Outside of his cases, Vivica was the only being that could command nearly all of his attention. He found it was a most peculiar feeling, discovering that there was just something, several things about her.
To keep this feeling from consuming him, he began to think of words, and a definition that he could relate to what he was seeing on the screen.
Nimble was the first word that came to mind. The word had three definitions, but the one that best described what was transpiring on the screen was: quick and light in movement; moving with ease.
She was dancing to Champagne Supernova by Oasis. He bit the tip of his thumb, piercing the skin, his eyes drawn to the way she was swaying and bobbing her petite hips. An image of him wrapping an arm around her waist, pressing her pelvis against his conjured itself in his mind, as she hooked her leg over his hip, he leaned forward to press his lips sensually against her throat as she tipped her head back.
He fought the urge to squeeze his eyes shut and shake his head before his concentration threatened to landslide into lust.
He decided to choose a simpler, safer word to relate to.
Crimson: deep, purplish red.
Her hair was the color of blood, fresh blood flowing straight from the vein onto the skin. Like the blood that would begin to seep onto his tongue as he sucked and grinded his teeth against her inner thigh, being encouraged by her cries of pleasure as she writhed, completely unclothed on his bed. Fisting the sheets tightly, she would urge him to stroke his fingers back and forth between the lips of her moist cunt.
….
Crack! Snap!
L suddenly grabbed a stick that'd held a skewer of mitarashi dango on it earlier, put it in his mouth and snapped it in half out of frustration, startling Light.
A classic, textbook action taken out of sexual frustration.