Shadowed Desires~ (L x reader)

Fractured control~

The glow of the computer screen bathed the dimly lit room in an eerie blue, shadows stretching long across the walls. L sat hunched over his desk, dark eyes flickering across the data, but his focus was split. You. He had let you into his space more than anyone else, an unusual attachment forming in the cracks of his usually impenetrable mind. And right now, you were testing his patience.

You leaned against the desk, fingers tracing the rim of his abandoned teacup, your warmth so close he could feel it even without touching you. "You've been at this for hours," you murmured, voice laced with something softer than concern. "Take a break, just for a little while." The weight of your stare was heavy, knowing. He never indulged in anything outside of logic-but with you, reason seemed to blur.

L's lips pressed together, his thumb brushing against his lower lip, a habit you had come to recognize when he was deep in thought. "Breaks are inefficient," he replied, but his voice lacked conviction. His gaze finally lifted, meeting yours, and for a second, something unspoken passed between you. Your breath hitched, the tension tightening like a string pulled too taut.

You stepped closer, your knees brushing against his. "Then let me help you relax," you whispered, tilting your head slightly, daring him to respond. L's eyes darkened, his expression unreadable, but his hand twitched at his side. He wasn't used to touch, to warmth, to the way your presence made his skin feel electric. But instead of pulling away, he let you linger.

His fingers ghosted over your wrist, featherlight, as if testing the reality of you. "This is... dangerous," he murmured, voice quieter than before. His thumb traced slow circles against your skin, and for someone who analyzed every action with brutal efficiency, his touch was surprisingly hesitant-almost reverent. Your pulse quickened under his fingers, and he noticed. Of course, he did.

You smiled, leaning down just enough for your breath to fan against his cheek. "You analyze everything," you teased, your lips a whisper away from his. "What do your deductions say about this?" L's breath was unsteady, and though his posture remained curled and guarded, there was no mistaking the way his grip on you tightened.

For once, he didn't have an immediate answer. Instead, he let himself act. His free hand slid up, brushing against your waist, slow but deliberate. His fingers curled just enough to draw you closer, and when your thighs brushed against his, a sharp exhale left his lips. Your heart pounded, anticipation thick between you.

"I think..." L's voice was barely above a whisper now, his lashes low, his analytical mind clouded with something far more primal. He leaned in, just enough for his nose to brush against yours, his lips hovering over yours but not quite touching. "...this is an experiment worth pursuing."

Your breath caught, your hands gripping the arms of his chair to steady yourself. "Then do it," you challenged, your voice tinged with something desperate. L's lips quirked ever so slightly, a rare glimpse of something dangerously close to amusement. But he didn't hesitate anymore.

His mouth finally met yours, slow at first, as if savoring the unfamiliar sensation. His lips were softer than you expected, warm despite his usual detachment. But it wasn't enough. He deepened the kiss, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt, tracing fire along your skin. Every calculated movement felt deliberate, like he was memorizing you through touch.

The heat between you grew unbearable, his hands exploring with a curiosity that was both innocent and wicked. His grip on you tightened, his usual restraint unraveling with each passing second. And when you let out the smallest gasp against his lips, he groaned, his self-control snapping..

(:3 I hope u like it, took me a while to cook this up, I might take a little bit before I can start part 2 hopefully quite soon!)