The finger wedged between L's teeth pulled back out. "I'm afraid you'd run away if I did." L responded in a voice just as low, but not near as harsh. This was certainly an interesting development, to say the least. L didn't quite know what to do with it. Of course, the most obvious solution would be for the two of them just to go at it like rabbits, but the thought of L and Kira having sex was absurd enough that L snorted out loud when it crossed his mind. Not to mention, he doubted Misa would be very happy to learn that the cake she had intended to ramp up the sex she and her boyfriend usually have was basically the cause of him going and sleeping with another man. Light was obviously uncomfortable with L just touching his wrist, and had always been one to shy away from physical contact. He probably didn't like sex all that much to begin with, which would be where Misa's incentive to get him more involved by feeding him aphrodisiac would come into play.
Light's question, however, brought a bit of heat to his face as L gazed at the younger man who's wrist he still held. It wasn't at all a stretch to say that Light was beautiful and aesthetically pleasing, as corrupt as he was on the inside. The thought of Kira didn't deter this thought, either, even though it had kept such wondering at bay for as long as L had worked on the case. L simply couldn't afford looking at people that way back when he was the greatest detective in the world, and he simply grew accustomed never to think such thoughts. Now, when L was no longer the professional entity and he was being influenced by a very pervasive aphrodisiac, it was as if his brain was letting him notice all the things that made Light pretty. And, well, there were a lot of things. In such a situation, the fact that Light was Kira only managed to make L even more excited about the prospect of Light.
Funny how L could dismiss something as ridiculous one moment and seriously considering it the next.
If the leering L was doing wasn't enough of an answer, he managed to get out a soft reply. Light might notice that the hand around his wrist grew slightly tighter, and the light tint to L's cheeks was slowly bringing color to his normally pale face. "Yes, I can feel it."
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Date: 2011-01-18 09:02 am (UTC)Light's question, however, brought a bit of heat to his face as L gazed at the younger man who's wrist he still held. It wasn't at all a stretch to say that Light was beautiful and aesthetically pleasing, as corrupt as he was on the inside. The thought of Kira didn't deter this thought, either, even though it had kept such wondering at bay for as long as L had worked on the case. L simply couldn't afford looking at people that way back when he was the greatest detective in the world, and he simply grew accustomed never to think such thoughts. Now, when L was no longer the professional entity and he was being influenced by a very pervasive aphrodisiac, it was as if his brain was letting him notice all the things that made Light pretty. And, well, there were a lot of things. In such a situation, the fact that Light was Kira only managed to make L even more excited about the prospect of Light.
Funny how L could dismiss something as ridiculous one moment and seriously considering it the next.
If the leering L was doing wasn't enough of an answer, he managed to get out a soft reply. Light might notice that the hand around his wrist grew slightly tighter, and the light tint to L's cheeks was slowly bringing color to his normally pale face. "Yes, I can feel it."