Something struck L Lawliet as desperate but sweet about the way the auburn haired beauty was holding L's right hand with her manicured left hand in the absence of the handcuffs. On both sides their newly unchained wrists bore matching reddened strain marks and traces of rust stains.
Now L was aware Light felt like she'd gained complete control of this situation because of L's regrettable lack of initial composure after so well-received by her frenemy— but L was not about to let a comparative child feel that she's was in the driver's seat.
The girl was still focused on exploring the many pleasant ways their mouths melded, she was fierce about it but also lost in it; she was giving her weaknesses away, she had laid her cards on the table and Light had the losing hand. She always had.
Her fingers threaded and kneading through L's own seemed an absent-minded way. Subconsciously recreating the feeling of their being inextricably linked.
L opened her eyes to find Light's were sweetly closed. There was unspoken trust. Her long light brown eyelashes made two alluring resting fans over her heated cheeks. From the way her eyes trembled under her almond colored lids L could tell the girl was growing punch-drunk on their kissing even while L was sobering up.
The detective felt her confidence return with a vengeance. Light had more experience in practice, certainly, but the British woman had already strategically taken and been taken by Light a hundred ways in her head.
The reason she would lead tonight wasn't her experience in bed. Her knowledge, specialization and her aim - her specific desire was for Light to realize her multi-layered mastery of anything she put her mind to. Light of all other people had some hope of meeting her where she was at, but that was far off in the future.
Dominating the girl was critically important. Kira could not dominate; there were no Gods here tonight - especially not homemade ones. Light had about 3 inches height on her. Though slender, she was more voluptuous and softer than L in every respect.
She was certainly not half so strong strong as the detective who had trained since childhood in self-defense, survival skills and the art of silent infiltration and extraction with some of the most renowned masters in the world.
Light didn't need to know any of that. She'd be feeling it.
They don't seem to be moving from this spot. They don't need to for this to work though. L breaks from the kiss and fishes under Light's skirt with a smirk to pull down sky blue and white striped panties which are covered in the sticky evidence of her arousal. She's much more wet than L had dared hoped.
"You're drenched, Light." She pulled her fingers across a slick of it clinging to the loose-knit cotton drawers and brought it up before Light's amber eyes where it spread in shining ribbons across her fingers. She licked it off her fingers eliciting a heated gasp from the taller woman.
Light tasted clean like sweet water and herbs and smelt like musk. It was making the older woman hungry for more.
Light meant to match her intensity and started to pull at L's jeans still pooled around her ankles but the detective pushed her way.
"You'd have to earn that." She'd grabbed the taller girl's wrists and in one swinging movement pinned them behind her back and dropped to her knees.
"What are you doing?" Light sputtered, and then, "Oh God." L's head had disappeared under her skirt and her left arm was holding Light's two wrists tight together.
For a long moment all Light would feel was L's warm breath in exhalation over her sex. Light's pink cunt was dripping and pushed slightly open at the folds from the gathering heaviness of her arousal. L used two fingers to pull the labia apart and with no prior real world experience was going to give Light the best head she'd ever received in her young life.
Careful study paid off for no one like it did for a real genius.
She continued to drag her tongue attentively long past Light's first crescendo, the girl started to moan spectacularly as her body showed her growing appreciation. L was tasting the rush of liquid. Drinking all that in and playing with the girl's swollen clit until she had her target wild and nearly out of control with desire. Something in the slackening of the girl's posture made L suspect she'd brought her to a point she might be willing to say anything. Light didn't appear to be vying for control at all anymore. L licked the mess off her own lips and stood up.
"Yagami-chan shouldn't we get to bed?"
"Please." The woman breathed glowing with desire. "Whatever you want."
