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As soon as you twist the door handle to your hotel room, your suspicions are confirmed. The door is unlocked. You peek into the darkened space and take in the sight of your bed, your dresser, the TV screen. Seemingly, everything is untouched. You’re sure that you locked the door before you’d left, though. Light was right: the whole place has been bugged. You keep your expression neutral as you close the door behind you and hang up your coat. This kind of surveillance doesn’t worry you. You have nothing to hide. Given that your boyfriend currently has all eyes on him as the prime suspect in the Kira case, you expected to be filmed at some point or another. The whole situation is odd, though. Knowing that someone is watching your every move during what’s supposed to be your personal down time is frustrating. Is there any place where you can get a little privacy? You sigh.
As you make your way into the bathroom, you begin to wonder who’s been assigned to watch the cameras in your room. You hope it's not Matsuda. That would be embarrassing. Given that you’re a woman, they would have had to be careful about who they chose to watch your footage. It would have to be someone trustworthy, someone truly invested in the Kira case. Someone diligent. But everyone was on high alert around Light, especially… you pause. Could it be?
You begin undoing the buttons on your blouse, gears turning in your brain. The thin material falls down around your shoulders, revealing the thin black straps of your bra and the soft slope of your chest. At this point, no one suspects Light as much as L does. There’s a good chance that he is the one watching. After all, L doesn’t trust anyone else to do the really important work other than himself, right?
You smile to yourself as your blouse drops to the floor. This is the most important job that he could think of for today, isn’t it. Watching you. The dim light in the bathroom casts shadows over your collarbones, your breasts, the lines of your hip bones. You look beautiful, you’re sure of it. You hope that L thinks so, too. If he’s so set on robbing you of your privacy, then you’re certainly going to give him a show. You wouldn’t want to waste his time, after all.
You reach into the shower and twist one of the knobs. Water drizzles down from the showerhead, and you have to dart out of the way to avoid getting sprayed. You shuffle out of your pants, before leisurely unclasping your bra and stepping out of your panties. No need to make it obvious what you’re doing. L would definitely be able to tell, and then this little game would be over. The key is… subtlety. You smirk into your reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Stepping into the shower, you hum at the feeling of the warm water beating down on your shoulders. You squeeze a generous helping of body wash into your hand as you think, time to have some real fun. This is what you get, L, for invading a woman’s privacy. You’re fighting back a smile as you bring your hands up to your chest. Working the soap into a lather, you cup your breasts, pinching your nipples. The sting is delicious, and you sigh happily. Your hands travel down your sides, over your ass, around your thighs. Your fingers slip easily along your skin. This must make for quite a show. You bend down, rubbing the soap over your calves with your ass high in the air. Having fun, L? You think he probably is. When you step back under the water, you watch the bubbles rinse away, once again revealing the soft curves of your body. Now, for his punishment. In a few quick motions, you switch off the shower, reach through the sliding door, and pull a nearby towel around yourself. You can imagine L, alone, eyes glued to the cameras, already stiff and rubbing himself through his pants. Enjoy trying to come now, asshole, you think. That’s what you get for filming me in private.
The next day, you’re visiting Light at work when you overhear him speaking with the detective. The two of them are facing away from you, bent over their computer screens. You’re seated at a nearby table, nursing a cup of coffee, but you manage to catch snatches of their conversation.
"-Definitely. I told her afterwards because I was sure that we didn't have any more reason to be suspicious." Light sounds apologetic. L shifts in his chair, before responding.
"So that means that since, oh, around 11:00am yesterday, she'd already known that the room was bugged?"
"Well, yes, she did, but I knew it wouldn't make any difference. She’s done nothing, Ryuuzaki, and she doesn’t deserve this."
"Hm, yes. I suppose you're right. Never mind then. Thank you, Light."
L’s tone is perfectly calm. It’s impossible to tell what he’s thinking, as usual. You’re only a little nervous as you grip your empty coffee mug and step out of the room. You’re sure that you feel eyes on your back as you leave.
The next morning, after Light has already left for work, you have nothing planned. Killing time until he gets home, you slide open your dresser drawer to look for a clean pair of socks. The sight of bright pink makes you stop short. You reach in, fishing through your tangled mess of clothes, to reveal the silicone “tool” tucked away in your drawer. You blush, the heat quickly flooding your face. This… definitely isn’t yours. You immediately think of Light, but no, Light would have shown this to you if it was for the two of you. If it was just for him- You instantly squash the thought. If this was a toy for Light, then there’s no way he would hide it in your sock drawer at the hotel. So, if you didn’t put it there, and Light didn’t put it there…
You close the drawer, but your heart is still racing. No one that you can think of would be brazen enough to hide a sex toy with your socks except for L. He’s the only one who could sneak it in, the only one who wouldn’t have to worry about looking suspicious on the cameras. But if L left this, then why? Is he trying to one up you? To embarrass you? You purse your lips. Not today, L. Two can play at this game.
You leave the hotel as casually as possible. A bellhop holds the door for you, and you nod his way politely, trying to ignore the fullness inside of you as you walk. The toy sits partially in you, with one little rubber piece lying over your clit. The pressure teases you, making your heart jump when you shift your weight and the toy hits you just right. It’s truly a magical little thing. You wonder why most women don’t wear these whenever they go out.
You decide to forgo the bench at the bust stop, leaning up against a telephone pole and watching the street. Was L watching you earlier today, as you slid the toy inside of you in the hotel room? Did he see the way you gasped as the rubber filled you, pressing past your soft folds to reach that sweet spot deep in you? Or did he not notice as you gave the toy a few experimental thrusts, enjoying the feeling of the silicone coated in your juices, the way you began dripping on the floor-
The bus pulls up in front of you and jerks you out of your reverie. You’re the only one at the station today, so you climb aboard, enjoying the new angle of the toy against you as you step up. The train is about halfway full, a range of students and older people swallowed by their jackets. You sidestep your way past them all to two empty seats near the back of the bus. One of the seats is next to the window and you settle in, grateful for the spot. As the bus lurches into motion, you almost forget that L’s toy is buried in you, until your phone rings. A few people glance your way as your ringtone chimes through the small space, and you answer quickly.
“Hello?”
“You may want to brace yourself, as I have a feeling you didn’t anticipate what I’m about to do.”
It’s L. You enjoy the tingle that runs up your spine at the sound of his voice, deep and dark over your cell phone. What does he mean, didn’t anticipate-
All of a sudden, the toy begins to vibrate. You gasp, and the woman across the aisle from you makes eye contact. You disguise your gasp as a coughing fit, hiding your face so that she can’t see your panicked expression. The rumbling coursing through you is low, just enough to make sparks jump through your belly. You school your expression back to neutral.
“Good. Now… let the games begin.” The toy starts to pulse, increasing in intensity with each beat. Your blood roars in your ears. Does L really not care about all of the other people on this bus, or about how you might feel if someone- The toy picks up speed, and you press your thighs together tightly.
L seems to be able to read your mind. "How does it feel? Knowing that anyone on this bus could look over, at any moment, and see you? Do be careful." You can’t help but scan your surroundings. Nobody seems to have noticed anything out of the ordinary. Thank god no one is sitting directly next to you, or else you’re sure that they’d be able to feel the vibrations through the chair. The thought makes you shiver, and you let your legs relax. Up against the ceiling of the bus, above the rear doors, you see a camera. Its red light blinks evenly back at you, and you’re sure that somehow, somewhere, L is watching you on this bus.
"That's good, really, you're quite convincing. I'd say we're ready to get started with some real fun, wouldn’t you?"
Real fun?! You’re almost alarmed. What does he call this? The piece of rubber resting against your clit begins to vibrate, soft beats that send spikes of pleasure through your body. You bite back a whimper, but a strangled whine still escapes you.
"Hmm, maybe not. That young woman over in the corner looks a little suspicious, if you ask me." You look over. There’s a woman, a few rows away, probably about 50 years old and surrounded by grocery bags. She’s eyeing you furtively, and you look away. Damn L for this, and damn you for falling for it. You force your fists to unclench, relaxing your shoulders, and keep your eyes straight ahead. All the while, the toy buzzes away, making your body shake with imperceptible tremors.
The woman is reading her newspaper again. "Very good. We've lost her. Now, back to business," L commands. The toy begins vibrating in a different pattern: this time it starts slow, before picking up until it’s vibrating steadily. Your toes curl in your shoes. You feel the outside of the toy sliding around, soaking wet at this point.
"You're doing well. Maybe it's time for us to kick things up a notch. Would you like that?" L asks you. You think you hear him breathing heavily, but maybe that’s just you, alone in your corner of the bus and wild out of your mind with lust. You squirm in your seat.
"Good girl," he purrs, and your eyes close involuntarily. You tilt your head back, and the rubber piece inside of you begins to move, back and forth, bending until it hits somewhere in you that makes you bite your lip so hard you’re sure you’ll bleed.
"Oh, it does look like you're having fun.” L is breathing hard now, you’re sure of it. You hear his chair creak, wheels squeaking across the floor. “Just be careful, all of that squirming may start to draw some attention. But I suppose you'd like that, wouldn't you? That's why you haven't tried to get off the bus yet." You feel like your heart is beating so hard it's going to fly out of your chest. You can’t help but shift your legs back and forth, desperate for any sort of friction that might drive you over the edge. If L keeps edging you like this, you’re sure you’re going to get noticed soon.
He continues, crystal clear over the phone. "You've had two opportunities now, and with your proximity to the rear door, you wouldn't have drawn much attention, but no, you decided to stay. You want me to see you." You grip your thighs tightly. He’s clearly enjoying this. You are completely at his mercy now. He can do whatever he wants with you, like you’re a toy, or a piece of candy to eat. The thought of L rolling his tongue leisurely along a dessert makes you throb, and you feel yourself dripping now. Your face heating rapidly, you helplessly try to cover yourself. You feel your juices leaking onto the seat underneath you, sticking to your thighs through your thin skirt. You pray that no one is looking at you right now.
L’s voice is raspy now. "You know, I really could just turn it all the way up until you scream. You'd fall over, coming again and again, in front of all of these people. I doubt you'd be able to speak, at least coherently.” You feel your eyes roll back in your head, your legs trembling under you. “You’d have no way of protesting if someone tried to, oh, I don’t know, film you and post it somewhere? Somewhere the whole world could see it?” You’re staring at the camera, trying to imagine L behind the lense, studying you. You wonder if he’s touching himself as he talks to you.
“You want this.” L groans. The noise is barely there, but you hear it. “You naughty little thing, you want to be seen. You know how absolutely precious your little noises are, you know what you’re doing, it’s delicious, really. I’d love to know how you taste, oh-” The phone mutes momentarily, and you wonder if you’ve lost him. Then, he’s back, breathing raggedly.
“I wonder how far we could go… Until you pass out? Until you wet yourself?” You cross one leg over the other, craving the pressure, and L chuckles. “That would be embarrassing, wouldn't it, in such a tiny little skirt. Imagine that, dripping all over the floor, you’d have to walk all the way home like that, how perverse… Hmm…." You feel the wetness on your legs, dribbling down to the floor. The toy has slowed now, emitting brief jolts that make you exhale hard through your nose. A man gets off the bus, glancing your way as he does, but he looks away quickly. You watch the doors close longingly. What a pleasure it would be, to be alone right now and to just be able to come, over and over…
“Or maybe you’d like it if someone else was there. Someone whose lap you could sit on, who could just slide inside of you. With the state of these roads, all of the twisting and turning, it would be hard to notice you bouncing up and down in someone’s lap, wouldn’t it? Would you like that?” You nod feverishly, forgetting that L isn’t right there with you, because he might as well be. Next time you get him alone, you’re going to make him pay for this. The thought of what you want to do to him has you teetering on the edge of your orgasm. You don’t want to come here, not where you’re sure to be noticed, but at this point you don’t have much of a choice.
L must be able to sense your desperation, because when he speaks again, his voice has a renewed sense of urgency. “You really are enjoying this. Careful. If I see that you’re about to come, I’ll turn it off.” You frown. Time to tease him back. You peek around the bus, making sure that no one is looking, before you let your knees fall apart. Your thighs glisten in the fluorescent light of the bus. Eyes trained on the camera, you bring a hand up, brushing your fingers over your nipple.
“Control yourself,” L’s voice catches in his throat. You bring your hand back down as the toy pulses, making your body jerk. A few people are walking your way, towards the doors. You straighten back up, taking off your jacket and stuffing it in your lap.
“There’s a good girl. You have just one more minute, and then I’ll give you what you want. Sound good?” Oh god yes, that sounds perfect, you beg the camera with your eyes. You’re starting to think that you really don’t care if anyone notices you. You just want the release. Tremors of pleasure wracking your body, you look up to give the camera your best puppy dog eyes. On the other end of the phone, L sighs contentedly.
"Alright. You can get off at the next stop if you'd like. I'll be waiting for you there. But you can't make a sound until then." The thought of seeing L in person, especially given the state you’re in, is almost more than you can bear. The bus moves at a woefully slow pace, and you can’t help but bounce your knees. All the while, the toy continues its light vibrations. You want him so badly. Finally, the bus pulls up to your stop. You stand, swaying slightly, praying for a swift exit. Hobbling down the steps, you notice the droplets seeping out of you and onto the floor. So does the schoolgirl sitting adjacent to the exit. Her face is crimson as she stares directly at the floor. You can’t even bring yourself to care. You need to see L.
All at once, you’re off the bus and back in the sunlight. The air is cool, casting a chill over your slick thighs. People are milling back and forth on the sidewalk, some rushing off to unknown destinations. You’re looking around desperately for a slouched figure with dark hair, wiggling your hips back and forth with anticipation. Suddenly, you’re being pulled by a strong pair of arms into someone’s chest.
“Sweetheart, there you are,” a familiar voice murmurs into your ear. You know instantly that it’s him, melting into his frame.
"It's me, don't worry,” L says. “Now, be quiet, won’t you?” The toy whirs to life, buzzing harder and faster than it ever has. You moan quietly, L holding you tightly against him to muffle the sound. No one notices as you come in the middle of the street, L shielding you with his body. To anyone walking by, you could be two lovers reuniting after a long day. Your legs shake as your orgasm overtakes you. The feeling is blissful, and you stay in L’s arms as long as you can with your fists bunched in his shirt. He runs his long fingers down your back, tracing your shoulder blades.
"That’s it, shhh now. You’ve been so good for me, sweetheart. Such a good girl,” L mumbles as he presses a soft kiss to your temple. You bask in the praise.
Nothing could possibly ruin this moment, you think, until you spot the shinigami floating your way from down the street. Ryuk sees you too, wrapped in L’s arms, and you can hear his laughter echoing from yards away. Thank god he wasn’t around to see that, you think. Shinigami can be so annoying, really.