Manipulator (L Lawliet X Reader)

Frustrated <3

It was a few weeks later when L mentioned the kiss. We were, as always, under the weeping willow tree. He was writing in a notebook about some case that he was given. It always amazed me how smart he was, getting murder cases like the ones you see in books in movies, but in real life. And when he was only thirteen!

It seemed unsafe that he was allowed to be around all the other kids in the orphanage, considering he was important. I hadn't been told much, but insisted to be told some things of what L did the days that he was not at the orphanage. Sometimes he was taken to do some more hands on things in the case he was working on, or to meet with other people he was working with. I always just hoped he made it back safe, knowing how dangerous being someone like him could be. My mother was not an important person, I knew that, and she was taken away from me. If she could be taken, not being important, then L was in danger. He always came back, though. 

"Y/n?"I piped up from the book I was reading. I was at a fourth grade reading level at that point. It was harder for me to write than read. I understood what letters I needed to spell everything, but my hand-eye-coordination was horrible since I had not been writing for very long.

"Yeah?" I cocked my head to the side, and L put his notebook next to him on the ground, turning more towards me. 

"That kiss, I've been curious about something," He paused, putting his thumb between his lips as he thought about what he was going to say. He seemed a bit nervous. "If the girls are so excited when they get kissed, maybe we have to kiss longer to know what is so good about it,"

This was the most he had talked at once in a while. The only times he talked too much was when I asked about one of his cases. He was very passionate about his work, and trusted me fully. I had a feeling that part of that trust was because I didn't have any other friends, so I couldn't exactly tell anyone if I wanted, and I couldn't really write any of the things he told me down, either. It was kind of smart to tell me, because I was smart, similarly to him, though not as smart. I helped him go through clues sometimes. We were a good team. Often times, he told me that he would have taken a while to solve a case if I hadn't helped him. 

"Sure. If you wanna try again, I'm up for it," L swallowed hard, curling into himself further. 

"Are you sure?" I didn't even think as I nodded, scooting closer. His legs straightened a bit, but not fully, since he claimed he always had to have his legs up to his chest when he sat. L put a hand on my shoulder, shocking me that he had made the first move. We barely touched each other, and when we did, it was always me. I guessed that him putting his hand on my shoulder was his was of telling me that he was ready, and wanted me to do it and not him. I leaned forward, pressing our lips together, and fighting the instinct to back away after a second.

Our noses were bumping, and our lips were barely pressed together. They more grazed each other, but I could still feel the coldness of his lips. I felt him push forward a bit more, and our teeth clashed slightly before our mouths seemed to rest perfectly on each other. I made a sound of surprise, and the feeling in my stomach heightened dramatically. I could feel an almost painful heat in my face, specially my cheeks. Pulling away, my breathing hitched as I looked at L, who's eyes were wide and lips parted. The hand he had on my shoulder fell off and retreated into his lap.

"I think," I paused, looking L in the eyes as he stared into his legs, thinking. "I understand why the girls get so excited," I bit my lip, waiting for some sort of sign from L. Something, anything, to tell me how he felt.

"I... want more," He said, finally looking me in the eyes again after the ten minutes of silence we had. I complied with his words, moving forward again as he did the same, realizing what I was doing.