firm_detective | Friday night: Ut incepit fidelis sic permanet

::At the touch of his lip on hers, her eyes flutter closed. When he begins to speak, she opens them again, large and slightly shiny, as if she had just yawned.::

I prefer my life with you in it as well. When you are not there...it may be a life, but it's not a very good one.

*He turns his head, changing the angle from which he regards her, and says, thoughtful,*

No -- it is my life, it is what I'm used to, but -- I think I might have changed. Some element has to be different; it would be most logical if it were me.

*A shrug, and another pressing, affectionate kiss; his warm hand rubs against the small of her back.*

It doesn't matter. I am in the habit of getting what I want, Misa. The trick is to not want many things, and then, in the case of the things you do want, to accept nothing less. You are one of them.

::smiling, she laughs softly, snuggling against him::
That makes me very happy. Thank you. You are very precious to me.

*He rests his head against her shoulder, dark locks falling on her face and pillow, and says in a rueful tone,*

I'm also wide awake; I am not sure what to do with myself. We have returned to the old problem of what I should do with my time.

::The dark hair in her face makes her smile. Gazing through it at the world makes her feel peaceful and his scent calms her::

If it's alright, we could just lie here and relax. Who knows, we might fall asleep after a while. But if not, that's alright, too. I...I feel very relaxed right now.
::gently, she gives him a small squeeze, her arm wrapped around his back::

I might watch you sleep,

*he replies, and it sounds like a decision. Turning his face, he kisses her again; his hands, however, stay where they are, even as his breathing deepens. Right now, it's enough for their bodies to rest against each other.*

Then -- we will redouble our efforts to perform the binding, yes? I don't know how long it will take, but I think we have to try as soon as we can. There doesn't seem to be a penalty for failure --

::she nods, kissing his cheek, then his lips::

Yes. Next time you go home...I hope I can go with you.

It makes me wonder whether we will just continue to be pulled back here -- there is no way of knowing without trying, though.

If everything works out, we will have to keep a set of emergency arrangements, in the event that we disappear.

*His eyes are closed, and he squeezes the lids together before continuing,*

Watari knows I wanted to come back here at least once. I think he is more prepared for my absence, this time around.

I'm worried about that, too.

::Gently, she rubs his back::

I'm glad. He must have been so worried the last time. At least now there's a bit of understanding, even if the explanation may seem strange.

Yes. He isn't happy about it, but he trusts my judgment -- more than I do, sometimes.

*He opens his eyes, finds an earlobe, gives it an affectionate kiss.*

I had almost forgotten your scent.

Watari is wonderful. He's always very helpful, no matter what the situation.

::The kiss to her earlobe causes her eyes to flutter closes once more.::

It's awful, isn't it? The forgetting...not-not my scent.
::she chuckles softly::
At least, I hope I smell good, though it seems kind of silly to worry about that.
::She takes a deep breath in the crook of L's neck::
You always smell so wonderful...like something sweet and...fresh linens with a hint of paper...like walking into a library. It smells wonderful; it's so calming.

He is. He will live longer because of you, Misa -- he knows that.

*L is breathing against Misa's neck, mirroring her actions.*

It bothered me when I began to forget small things. I could look at pictures of you to remember how you look -- or look at the other Misa, for that matter -- but I couldn't remember your scent -- it isn't the same as hers -- or the precise texture of your skin under my fingertips, or your exact weight when I hold you.

*It isn't as if she was letting me touch her skin, and it isn't as if I would have wanted to, he thinks. When she comments on his scent, he pulls back to look at her in surprise and slight amusement.*

Is that what I smell like, Misa?

I think you only smell like yourself.

He knows?

::She chuckles softly at his reaction.::

No, I mean, I think perhaps that is your smell. I smell it even after you shower and on your pillow.

::She smiles softly up at him::
Well, I hope I smell good at least.

*When he responds, he sounds as if his spirits have dropped a bit.*

Yes. It was necessary to justify some of my actions to him, and to prepare him for what may eventually happen. He was willing to trust me -- though I will admit that he seemed reluctant at times -- and he is willing to give you a chance.

*He nods.*

I know that's what you meant, but it was a interesting way to describe it. I wouldn't have suspected that I smell like paper.

You smell -- hm -- comforting -- sweet and warm.

I'm really glad. I was afraid he may not like me from the start, considering what I've heard of the other Misa's.

::She sighs softly, but it's happy, and she smiles, snuggling against him::

Thank you. I like that.

He is aware that you are a different person, and he will not make up his mind until he has met and observed you. To tell the truth, Misa, he has his doubts, and he has made them clear to me -- but he says I have earned his tolerance in this matter, at least for a while.

*He accepts her snuggling, finding a way to fit their two bodies together. When he speaks again, his voice is very soft.*

It is hard for me to describe how I missed you.

I'm glad. I'm looking forward to meeting him. I hope I can make a good impression; I want him to think well of me.

::She smiles softly, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek::
You don't have to describe it. I can feel it.

He knows that I intend to spend my life with you -- whatever I have. I think just now he is torn -- between being pleased that I've found someone, disappointed that someone is distracting me, and wishing it were -- anyone but Amane, with the possible exception of Yagami.

*He turns his face to her and returns the kiss with a gentle brushing over her lips.*

What do you mean?

::She chuckles at the thought of it being Light, but she quickly sobers up.::
I can understand, though. Being in his situation, I would be worried as well.

::the brush of his lips is wonderful. So gentler and loving while feeling like a breath of fresh air.::

I know what it's like...to be away. To have lost hope of coming back here. It's also like before you told me you loved me. I could still feel it before hand, the times you tried to tell me...I could feel it then, and I can feel this, too.

*He pauses before replying.*

-- Yes, I remember, it was difficult to say -- and I am out of the habit now. I didn't know if it was something I should tell you, or if saying it had any meaning. My personal feelings on a given matter are not often important.

Perhaps. But, your personal opinions are important to me. I'll always be here to listen. I love listening to you, hearing you speak.

It is kind of you to say so, but -- I can't always act on them, Misa.

*He squirms his way down the bed, trying to look her in the face again.*

Sometimes I have to ignore them and do what I know is necessary.

::Her expression looks a little sad.::
I know. The greater good. It must be difficult.

Sometimes. In other cases, just -- the wiser course. Choosing patience over impulse, even if it means that people die; watching when I would prefer to be acting.

*He sighs.*

It rankles to know that the killer of those twelve FBI agents -- and Misora, too -- will probably never pay for their deaths. They came to Japan at my request; they all trusted me.

::Gently, she caresses his face::
I know. But, given the circumstances, I think they would have understood. Besides, that wasn't your fault. And though I wish someone could be held accountable for their deaths, I know Light was not himself when that happened. The worst thing for the world would be for him to get his memories back, so we couldn't even put the real Kira behind bars.
::She sighs::
If only there was some way to put Ryuk on trial.

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