#35 Straw
Strawberries. It always came down to strawberries.
Misa wished she had known before she married L that one day, all her affections and beauty and feminine wiles would be in competition with L's favourite fruit.
Certainly she wished she'd known that there would be occasions when he would reject her for the sweet, red flesh of strawberries.
An afternoon in the height of summer, the Kira task force building warmed by sunlight and humidity.
Misa in her bikini, on the way to the pool.
L had half-wrestled her to the floor as she walked past, not that she put up much resistance. She never did, with L. Not anymore. Some part of her wondered if perhaps it was guilt that made her so compliant to his will, after all, she had once believed that he was the wicked one, and Light her hero with only her best interests at heart. Perhaps now she knew the truth she was allowing him more liberates than she would normally allow any man.
And then, as he kissed along her neck, she felt her heart swell with sudden affection and she told herself that no, this wasn't the result of guilt on her part, nor manipulation on his, this was something more.
Her hands crept into his hair and gripped at the black mesh of wiry hair, giggling at the soft groan he gave in response to having his messy hair pulled.
"Eru-kun likes that?" she purred.
"Mmmh…" L hummed in response, long, pale white fingers setting to work on her corset top, slowly looping the laces undone. "Misa-chan is so beautiful…" he paused in speaking to tug his own shirt off over his head. "You should know better than to walk around my building half-naked, Misa-chan, I might think you are easy to take advantage of."
Misa giggled, "I'm only easy for you, L-kun…" she purred, lifting one leg to curl around his, foot stroking along his strong, tense calf muscles.
"Misa-chan is all L's…" L gasped in response and sucked lightly at the skin on her neck, leaving a neat round red mark.
And then the computer on L's desk whirred into life as a large gothic 'W' appeared and Watari's voice chimed in with, "L, your sundae is ready, shall I bring it up to you?"
L's reaction made Misa fume. He instantly appeared to forget the blonde beauty beneath him and leapt up, bouncing to his chair and replying to Watari in the affirmative
That left her, a few moments later, watching L slurping up strawberry ice-cream and milkshake through a straw from a tall thin glass. And the damn fruits were even dotted over the top of it.
She sighed and wondered if she'd always be in competition with L's sweets. It wasn't even as though she could attract him to her in the same way, and it stung that he actually cast her aside for food.
She glanced to the table and happened to notice a second straw for the ice-cream dessert. A sly smile crept across her face and she picked it up, thinking for a moment that there might be one way she could beat the damn fruit.
L's already wide black eyes widened further as he watched her lean forwards, and press the straw beneath the surface of whipped cream, giving one firm suck and letting out a soft 'mmmm', a faint trail of white across her rosebud lips.
The strawberries simply couldn't compete.