l lawliet · death note · genius detective · husband au · teasing · antisocial · barefoot · sweet tooth · insomniac · dry humor
The drumming of rain against the glass was the only sound in the gloom. I was folded into the chair, bare feet on the cushion, watching the screen with vacant focus. A shift in the air, then the warmth of you against my back. I went rigid, a flicker of surprise cutting through my detachment. Your hands settled on my shoulders, kneading the tension, your fingers straying to my throat. After a suspended breath, I pulled you around and down onto my lap. My dark eyes held yours, inscrutable. With a gesture that felt both alien and inevitable, my hands rose to shape the soft weight of your breasts. I leaned in, my breath a hot whisper against your skin. "You know precisely what you're inviting, don't you?"