A TEMPTATION: A DANCE WITH DEATH

Lights Fake Girl

"Do you ever even relax? You look so stressed all the time." I asked, looking at his softened expression as L shifted his head, pulling his hand up to his eyes and pulling the eyelids down.

"If I relaxed, do you think I would have these eye bags that consume most of my eyes?" L grumbled, and I couldn't stop myself from reaching out and touching his face like my body had taken control of itself once again.

"You know, if you wanted to, I could always help you "relax." I felt all the fear and shyness leave my body, and something strange took over me: the need to be with this man, to be touched and held by him. If I didn't, I would never say anything like this to anyone, not even Light. I watched L's eyes follow me. I trailed my hands down from his face onto his chest, and he slowly removed them.

"Have you ever danced before?" I asked, taking his hands into mine once again. I felt the rough texture of his hands placed gently around mine.

"No, I haven't, and it's not something I seek out," L confessed as I backed away from him, letting my hands leave a lingering feeling on his skin. I walked over to his phone, turned on some slow music, and let the sound fill the rest of the exhausted room.

"So it's easy, okay? Just follow my lead." I grinned, looking at L. I took his hands once again, placing them on my hips, and wrapped my arms around his neck, making sure not to harm him. I moved my feet, swaying him along with the music, watching how he matched my moments with reflection. It wasn't long before he led us through the swaying dance of death we played in. The grip he had around my waist mixed with the seductive music that stormed around us. I couldn't help but feel the redness loom back onto my face.

"Just relax, L. There is no thinking, just gentle movements, no science to it, no math, no anything," I promised, looking him dead in the eyes, watching the struggle between enjoyment and the intensity of his work.

"Just enjoy the music. Nothing will harm you here in this room with me." I added, resting my head on his chest, feeling the heaviness of his breathing slow down with his heartbeat. I felt his chest rise and lower as L took a deep breath, letting the music wash over him entirely. He continued to swing me across the luxury hotel room. It was seconds before my head was inches above the ground, his hand planted firmly on my back as I struggled to look back up at him. He dipped me. I couldn't look away from his sleepy gaze. His eyes locked onto mine, feeling this string pulling us closer and closer to each other till. I felt his lips capture mine, feeling all lust and heat explode inside of my heart and soul. I wrapped my arms around him tighter, wanting to enjoy each second and every minute of however long this could last for us. I felt his hands push away slowly, the heavy breathing taking over about hour lungs.

"We should do that." L's face was bright red, covered with lust and the feeling of guilt as I took a step back, gathering myself and trying to calm down my breathing.

"This is unprofessional, Y/N." L seemed almost scared of me. His hands shook as he held them closer to his side, balled up.

"If your "Office" is unprofessional, is the hotel room too?" I asked, a slight smirk spreading across my face as he lightened up a little. I watched a smile spread onto L's lips as it was seconds before I could say anything. He had my hands and stuff, leading me back into the limo parked near the hotel or "Office." L pulled me into the backseat and right into his lap, looking at me with cold eyes and hints of emotion as his breath touched my neck.

"I hate that you'll be alone with Light all day tomorrow." His voice was cold as he whispered, the limo moving and weaving in and out of the streets.

"All alone with the wrong man." His words were like venom seeping into my ears, causing my face to flush from its poison.