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Yagami, Sayu was one of those people who could fall asleep after five minutes of lying still. The brown-haired preteen was out like a light as Rin lay awake, watching the minutes pass on a digital clock beside the bed.
It wasn't that she was uncomfortable, she just felt... Lonely. Death was a lonely thing. Seeing two, knowing a third was gone as well though she'd been spared the sight, made her feel solitary. They didn't know they'd die today. If they had, maybe they would have behaved differently.
Or, as she was beginning to suspect, if they hadn't ganged up on her they might still be alive.
Criminals. Gotou, Akira's definition of criminal. First, he killed personal tormentors and, possibly, a teacher he counted responsible. Next, he went for prisoners convicted of violent crimes. Then he murdered three more bully schoolmates. There were probably more inmates on his list and god forbid anyone do something in his presence!
It was frightening. Terrifying.
At least L knew. There was more to be done she was sure, an arrest couldn't be made without concrete evidence, but would that be hard to find? It all depended on how smart Gotou was. There would be no way to convict him without the Death Note and he might be more careful about hiding it these days.
Thoughts of that nature whirled through her mind as tried, and failed, to sleep. She was just reaching for her phone, thinking she'd check the weather forecast, when it lit up with a text from Light.
Can u sleep?
Her answer was immediate.
No.
It took him a moment to reply.
Come to my room.
She sat up, shocked, yet the idea warmed her to the core for a few wrong reasons, but mostly because she'd realized she had no chance of sleeping alone. Sayu was company, but not the kind she needed.
Rin scooted to the end of the bed, bare feet hit hardwood, and she carefully opened the bedroom door. Head poked out and she saw Light, standing at his own door; he motioned for her to make the short journey.
The kiss he gave her once the barrier closed them to the world was small, just enough to be reassuring.
Still, the first worry was, "What about your par-"
"Actually," his tone was embarrassed. "They know. At least, my mom does. When you came upstairs with Sayu she pulled me aside, worried you wouldn't be able to sleep, and said it would alright if you stayed here," a pause. She felt sure he was blushing, though it was too dark to see. "With me. Just for tonight."
She caught him in a hug, her arms wrapped tightly around his middle, head pressed to his chest. She liked his scent. Sort of cinnamon sugar, but not really. It was hard to describe.
As one hand rested atop her head, the other around her back, he asked, "Do you need to cry?"
Rin shook her head. There were no more tears to come over this, not for a while at least and maybe never. It was the shock, the horror, that made tears fall and those feelings were faded. Now, she was in resignation.
It wasn't long before she started yawning, the events of the day taking their toll as she felt safe to relax. Light didn't let go of her as he maneuvered them toward the bed. The idea made her face heat, but that wasn't what this was about.
Really, she was too tired to think about it deeply. How had she even gotten under the blankets? She didn't remember.
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"Already asleep?" he questioned in a whisper. No answer. "I guess so."
Easy for her, not so simple for him. He stood by the bed for a long moment, afraid he'd wake her if he moved too soon, and realized Rin wasn't a pretty sleeper. Already one arm was flung off the edge and she was drooling.
Nowhere near as graceful in sleep as she was awake, but in the glow of new love, it was endearing. He wasn't sure he'd always feel that way, especially if she ever hit him in the middle of the night.
It would probably happen.
"Woha. Not trying to walk in on anything! Wait, she's already asleep?" Grating laughter. "Didn't get far, did you Light? Oh well, there's always next time."
The shock passed quickly. He remembered this, the voice of the shinigami, and he wasn't afraid as he turned to look at it. Rather he kept calm; there was no sense in losing himself.
"Was there something you needed?"
"Well, I was just checking in, but now that you mention it I could go for an apple. Red if you have any!"
Apple?
"I think I do," his tone was cautious.
"Alright!"
It followed him to the hall, down the stairs, and into the deserted kitchen where a bowl of various fruit sat upon the counter. He picked out the sole apple, tossed it to the floating repulsion, and watched as it devoured the food.
"So, Shinigami-"
"Names Ryuk," it released a satisfied sigh.
"Ryuk," strange name. "What exactly are you doing here?"
"Well, the kid is doing all kinds of stuff lately, interesting enough. I mean, way better than the nothing going on in the Shinigami Realm. I'm just roaming around. Here to visit," another rasping laugh.
He didn't know what to ask it. What did you say to a shinigami?
"You mentioned the place you're from-"
"The Shinigami Realm. Boring. All we do is gamble, sitting in the dust. There's nothing to do except watch you humans, but they make fun of you if take it too seriously. I don't care. Couldn't take the boring anymore!"
"You came here because you were bored?"
"Yup! Out of my mind. I had to drop my Death Note to do it, but at least it was the one I tricked off the King. Anyway, nice seeing you Light and your girlfriend, too." Black wings extended. "Do your parents know she's in your bed?" Scratchy, hysterical laughter followed as it shot upward, through the ceiling and no doubt into the open air of the night sky.
If he hadn't known better he would have thought it was a dream.
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His hands skimmed along her sides, pulling her shirt up and over her head. Mouths met again, tongues tangled. Her hands were in his hair.
It was hot. Summer. Tallgrass tickled her back.
"Light," she moaned his name as he gasped hers. A warm breeze.
"Light."
Spoken softer than a whisper and actually her voice wasn't what woke him, it was the way she'd draped her body across his. At first, he was confused, deliriously aroused and confused. When he realized this wasn't part of nighttime imaginings he grew even harder. Yet, still, sanity prevailed. Rin was asleep, dreaming, even as she said his name again.
He needed to wake her. After that... He would figure it out once she was conscious.
It didn't take much, a few shakes of the shoulder and she returned to the waking world. It was a moment longer before she seemed really awake though. She wobbled to her knees, rubbed her eyes, yawned and stretched. The too small shirt, borrowed from his sister he reminded himself, rode up the flat planes of her stomach.
Light was a prudent person and he took life very seriously, anyone would say so. Most wouldn't ascribe the typical plagues of teenage boys to him, though that was inaccurate. He went through hormones just like everyone else, but he'd always been a controlled person.
Rin was making him lose control. Her attack was unfair, perpetrated in the far too early hours of the morning when he was defenseless. She'd been curled around him as they slept, pressed close, a leg high around his waist.
A blink. Another. He saw the moment she recognized him, watched as realization dawned. First embarrassment, then something else he could hardly stand to consider.
"Light," her whisper was followed by a bitten lip. "Sorry." Wholly inadequate, she thought as she flushed. A full body rush of heat. The dream hung in her mind, not forgotten as so many were. It was no surprise. How could she forget when the real thing was right there with her?
She watched as he pushed into sitting position, realized she'd caused him a, a, an issue, but instead of feeling abashed she was seized with the insanity of power. But that was wrong. Really wrong. His family was outside the door. All sleeping, but still.
When his hand cupped her cheek and he said, "Don't be sorry," Rin thought she might die. "But, and I don't say this often," she snorted softly, "I don't know what we should do."
"Yes you do," she quietly accused. "And so do I. What we should do, but that feels impossible." Their eyes met. "There are things we definitely should not do, though." Even as she said it she was leaning closer. "We should not go too far."
He didn't ask how far that would be, didn't need to, but he did dodge her kiss in favor of leaving the bed to lock the door.
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She was on hands and knees, above him now. Pulled away to push long hair back, behind her ear. He'd snapped the band. When her mouth met his again, so did the rest of her body. Slowly descending, one part at a time. Chest to chest, hers still covered, pelvis to pelvis and oh he was so hard through soft fabric pants. She wore shorts. Petite little things that barely fit yet they were the only ones of Sayu's that did. The girl was tiny!
Hands were on her butt, squeezing for a moment and then forcing her to the bed. He hovered, trapped her arms above her head. She squirmed, determined to be touching again, but he wouldn't allow it. Free fingers found a stiffened peak, pinched it through the thin material of a light nightshirt, and her moan called him to release her.
As she sat, pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, she felt his eyes. Dark. So dark they looked black in the night. There was a faint glow from the darkened computer screen, in sleep mode, just enough for adjusted eyes to see one another.
Pressed together, mouths open in long, hot kisses, she rose to her knees and he sat back. She was above again, her hands on his face, sliding down his neck, around his shoulders, and pushing back up into his hair. They broke apart for air; his teeth traveled to her neck, shoulder. Biting. Licking. Sucking. Further. She shuddered as his tongue rounded a nipple, when he pulled back to blow cool air.
"Light," a gasp. It was all she could do. "We can't-"
"I know," he was breathless. too. "I know."
So they had to end it. He didn't stop her when she brought herself down, ground against him. She found release first, her trembling brought on his, and he held her there. Arms around his neck, face buried there as well.
The first words he said were, "Rin, I really do love you."
She responded in kind. "I really do love you too, Light."
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That silly 'afterglow' phenomenon was real. She lay fully upon the bed, he was on his side, stroking her cheek as she peered at him, wondered if she should feel embarrassed.
All she wanted was for him to lick her all over. All over. And she wanted to lick him, too. All over.
Twitchy. Her hand moved on its own, reaching for his bicep, but he stopped her with a gentle, laughing, "Hey. Aren't I supposed to be the uncontrolled one?"
"I don't know," she was trying to reach his mouth; he was leaning away. "But, I don't care."
"You need to though," his tone was kind, yet firm. "We need to."
"There's more to do than... sex. You know?" The word was difficult to say. "I just want to try things."
"Well," he was having a hard time turning her down, she could see it. "You're not wrong, but-"
"Just let me," she whispered, lightly pushing him down. "It's nothing much," a murmur as her lips ghosted over his. "I only want to see you," her hand found growing hardness and he hissed. "And lick you," her mouth was at his ear, "suck you, taste you," the idea of it made her moan. "Light, please?"
She drew his earlobe into her mouth and he felt sure she would be the death of him.
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He was pulling her hair and it felt good, yanking every once in a while as he tried to keep quiet. The little bits of pain, sharp yet brief, made her groan.
When she first saw him, his rock hard length, her mouth watered. She'd always thought the idea disgusting, frighting, but with Light... It was different. Everything was different. Rin wanted him to need her so badly that he'd pull her into an alley and push her up against a wall when they were out together.
The visible arousal meant he wanted her.
When fingertips danced across him, lashes fluttering as she inspected what she'd done, she had to keep herself from getting too excited. She didn't actually know what she was doing, after all. She might be horrible at it.
"Just don't bite."
One horrific conversation with Mei; her roommate had few boundaries when it came to talking about illicit activities and once she found out Rin had a boyfriend she was even more open to sharing. Rin still wished it hadn't happened but was slightly grateful now.
She licked him from base to tip, catching his taste, and growing bolder with his answering shudder.
"Rin," he gasped her name. He'd done it so many times now, often trailing off into indescribable noise.
She kept stopping. Making him wait. Torturous pleasure and delicate fondling, a little worried about hurting him. Kissing him. Making out with his dick, losing herself to the sounds he made and getting off herself, but not enough. Close, but not enough.
When he came the swallow was reflexive, but she didn't have time to think about it because he had her on her back and he was pulling down the too small shorts.
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She was on her stomach, biting his pillow so she wouldn't shout. Her bottom was in the air and he'd spanked her. Hard. His fingers were touching her, stroking, and she was sweating. He turned her over, told her to look at him as he slid a finger inside.
She stared, wide-eyed, and then random sounds left her throat as her eyes slid closed. He had to cover her mouth with his to keep her quiet. Two fingers. Three. Pumping it and out, so quickly and rough. She liked it. Liked it when he broke away and replaced hand with tongue. Drinking from her. His hand took his mouth's place and she sucked his fingers in, laving them. Losing her mind as she thrilled, tingled, and clenched.
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They were dressed again and he'd unlocked the door. She snuck back to Sayu's room; everyone else was still asleep.
If she hadn't left they would have gone too far.
