AN: Again, thank you to my constant two reviewers. You make V-day come early!

QueenVamp: Interesting... I have the complete stuff, but I haven't gotten there. Thanks for the tidbit! I can totally imagine L doing something inane like pretending to "rape" a FBI agent to learn. Thanks for the lovelife *rah rah* too hehe. I'm a patient woman who won't expect much.

AnjuHime: Maybe this chap will answer that ;)

Vertigo

"Can you feel that?"

Silence.

"Can you feel this?"

Strained.

"And this..."

Undone.

Misa woke up smiling, feeling something soft tickle her neck. She looked down and saw L lying her stomach, his arms around her. She could feel his soft breath brushing her navel, his hair was sprawled on her chest, and he would shift every few seconds, tickling her ribs a bit. Misa ran her hand through his hair, the other hand tracing L's surprisingly delicate features. His eyes fluttered open, and he turned his head, so his sharp chin was now digging at her stomach. Misa giggled as he nuzzled his face there, his hands poised on her hips.

Then he started to drop wet, open-mouthed kisses starting from the space below her navel, then upwards, stopping briefly at the valley between her breasts, then up to her dainty collarbone, her neck, chin, then finally reached her lips, grasping her head in the process. When he let her go, with only lips touching, Misa breathlessly giggled, "Good morning to you too..."

In reply, L kissed her temples, her nose, cheeks. With a final kiss on her lips, he scooted away from her, sat on the foot of the bed and cracked his neck. He held his shoulder and started to rotate it, when Misa pressed her fully naked body on his back, whispering, "Let me help you there..." She gently kneaded his stiff shoulders, making him tilt his head back, resting on her shoulder. She nuzzled her face on his cheek, making him turn to her, and kissed his lips.

He lifted one arm, placed a hand behind her head to kiss her deeper. He then swiped his boxers off the floor and pulled them on, saying, "Misa-chan, we have to keep this discreet as possible." Misa yawned and stretched. "Of course, Ryuzaki-kun..."

"Misa?"

"Hm?"

"Call me L..."

Misa smiled and laid on her side, replying, "Alright then, L-kun."

"When will you tell Light-kun?"

Misa paused then looked into L's large, betrayingly innocent eyes. Eyes that have seen everything. From the best, to the worst. Eyes that may have seen people rejoice because he cracked a case, eyes that must have seen the light go out of the eyes of the innocents who pleaded into his eyes to live, from the defiant ones who have themselves watched those lights go out from the innocents that were their victims. His hunched physique must be evidence to bearing all those. The screams, the praises to his faceless names, the yells of the criminals who dared to fight him. Cheering for his name. Demands of showing his identity to the world. Mad yelling for his blood.

As if drawn by an invisible string, Misa stood up and walked to L, who had already put his pants back on. She wrapped her arms around him and placed her head on his chest. She could hear his steady breathing, that steady heartbeat. She placed her lips just above his heart. L felt his breath hitch, then coughed to hide it.

"Misa-chan... You never answered my question..."

"Oh yeah... I'll tell him when this is all over... This Kira case..."

L smiled and hugged her. "Not that I find it unpleasant, I rather like it. But what brought this?"

Misa looked up at him and traced the dark circles around his left eye with one finger. "Your eyes..."

"What about them? I hope you don't say I impersonate a panda. That would be rather discomfiting."

Misa giggled. "No, no. I mean... They tell me so much. I'm just not sure if I can read them right."

L took her chin with two fingers, leaning down, until their noses were touching and breathed, "Tell me..."

Misa cupped his cheek in one hand. "They're so sad. It's as if they've seen the whatever the world had to offer. And they weren't pleasant ones..." Her lower lip trembled.

L touched the two rosy petals with his thumb. "You're quite right... But in my line of work, *meine seusse, it's to be expected. More bad, than the good. I've accepted it."

"But it doesn't mean you always have to see it every time..."

L fingered a lock of her hair and brought it to his lips. "I don't see them now..."

Misa blushed.

Without warning, L tackled her to the bed, kissing her everywhere.

That afternoon, as the whole investigation team were eating lunch, L was at his usual perch, near the monitors as usual. He was watching Misa perform in a shoot, a small smile on his face. She was partnered with Hideki Ryuuga, the man he once impersonated. He frowned as Misa tilted her face up to him, her eyes closed. That look of hers that pleaded for her lips to be kissed. That look that she would give to him. L suddenly wished he broadcasted that name for Kira's benefit.

When the others left for work, Light to his university, he prowled around, checking the wall clock every now and then.

He sat on his perch, his thumb in his mouth.

Two hours.

L decided to raid the stash Watari prepared for him.

Thirty minutes.

He was spinning around the chair.

DING.

Said chair came cluttering to the floor with a defeaning crash, accompanied with a dull thunk as a bag hit the floor.

"Gods! What in the world_"

But L cut Misa's words by taking her in his arms for a kiss. He grabbed her wrist and nearly dragged her up to his suite, in which he threw the door open and kicked it close.

Misa giggled as her half-naked body hit the silken sheets. "My, aren't we frisky..."

L buried his face in her hair, his shirt off, and started to trail his hands down to her naked breasts. "You sleep here from now on, okay? You will come straight here. In my room. In my bed." He then all but ripped her skirt off of her body, earning him a small gasp from the woman beneath him. "In my arms."

Misa flushed as he grabbed the string of the small bikini she wore underneath the skirt. L looked at her and said, "Did you wear this in front of that Hideki character?"

"I had to. My costume was too flimsy, and I had to appear almost naked."

"He can have that then. But this." He yanked it off of her in one pull of the string in between his thumb and forefinger. "This is my right. Mine."

Misa cradled his face in her hands. "What's gotten into you, L-kun?"

He bowed his head. "I'm sorry. I just saw the footage of you with that actor... I know I'll never be as good looking, or as sought after..."

Misa blushed. Then she lowered his face to hers, noses touching. "L-kun... You will never compare to Hideki. Never."

L's broad shoulders slumped.

"Because you're too good to compare to a bumbleheaded idiot like that."

L looked into her eyes, and gave her a small smile. Misa guided him unto his back and pulled his pants, along with the boxers, his full glory saluting her. She gasped. "It... It's..." L chuckled and used the moment to pin her on her back again, him under her. "My, my... If that delectable reaction is what I'll get, I'll gladly walk around naked from now on."

"Please don't... That looks like it'll dominate the whole world..."

L leaned down to place his lips on Misa's ear, breathily whispering, "That only world I want to dominate is right underneath me..."

Misa stuck her tongue out, then shakily wrapped her fingers around the object probing her stomach. L gasped as she started to hesitatingly pump it. He hissed, "Stop that if you value my sanity..." Misa looked up at him with wide eyes, saying in a genuinely worried tone, "I'm not pleasing you?"

"On the contrary..."

Misa blushed again, but continued to pump, faster now. L threw his head back, his breath coming out in short, labored breaths. Misa then used her thumb to carress the head, still continuing her ministrations.

"Misa... Keep away?"

"Why?"

"I... I..."

L let out a groan, and Misa shot up a little with a small shriek as a load of wetness hit her stomach and torso. L flipped unto his back, gasping heavily. Misa touched the stickiness on her stomach, looking at it curiously. L abruptly stood up and fetched a towel. He was wiping Misa's stomach, when he murmured, "I'm sorry..."

Misa smiled a little, then touched his cheek. "If it gave you pleasure, I don't mind..."

"It was dirty..."

Hesitation. "Then L-kun... I really won't mind..." Misa touched his shoulder.

He shook his head. "No. Not until it's right..." He threw the towel in the hamper.

"When will it be the right time, then?"

L peered at her. "I'll tell you when it's ripe... I don't want to lose control until then."

Misa shivered at how his deep voice seemed to sound deeper when he mentioned control.

L saw this and smirked. "It doesn't mean we can't have fun until then..."

Misa almost mirrored his smirk, deciding to join the pitch. "Learning is essential..."

"Yes..."

"Yes..."

Once more, no words.

But it wasn't an uncomfortable silence.