No words needed [L x Reader] ? Death Note

Chapter 37 | love me, love you

"You'll be fine sweetheart, and remember the traffic light system is always there. And if at any point you loose your ability to talk just tap my shoulder and I'll stop" you said.

"Alright, I trust you" he replied.

You pulled him up to sit opposite you and bought him into a kiss, one he happily returned. You didn't want to stress him out on his first time so you figured you'd be slow and gentle. And always make sure to ask his colour before doing something new.

He was happy, happy that you were being so careful with him. It told him that you truly did care about him, something he couldn't say for that many people. It wasn't so much the act itself he was nervous about, you both knew full well first times aren't perfect. It was that self consciousness in the back of his mind, the fact he'd never been completely exposed to someone before. It was a big step for him, but he knew that if it was you, you wouldn't dare mock any scars he had or any squiggly spines he had.

The beginning of the night consisted of gentle kisses, along the lips, on the cheek and down the neck. Butterfly kisses that bought a smile to each others faces at the gentle sensation. Your hands sat on his shoulders, his hands around your waist. The closeness was also something he'd grown to like, just being near you and in contact with you. It made him feel safe and loved.

"Hey, before I go nuts... anything completely off the table?" You asked.

He thought a moment, feeling your breath on his neck.

"No... just be gentle" he replied.

"Always"

Your hands traveled down his shoulders, onto his back as you littered his skin with kisses. His cheeks warm and heart fluttering.

Your hands weren't cold, but they were a little cool from the night air so when he felt them touch the skin under his shirt he shivered a little. His body was warm though, and your hands quickly collected his body heat.

"Colour?" You asked.

Knowing you'd end up pulling his shirt off the more your hands slipped under it, he was a little nervous to be exposed but willing to try.

"Green" he replied.

That was all you needed to carefully run your hands up his back and take his shirt with it, pulling it off over his head and throwing it aside to collect later. He wasn't as bad as he thought he was, in fact he was very pretty.

His skin was soft, even with a few scars here and there. Despite him being rather strong he didn't show much of it, but that didn't matter because he was the perfect balance of lean with a slight tone in the arms. You trailed your fingers across his chest, a slight tickle sensation making him flinch a little.

"Why are you so pretty?" You complimented.

"I should be saying that to you" he replied.

"Uh-ah, you're not spinning my compliments back to me mister. Take it, you're pretty"

"... ok I'm pretty"

"That's my boy"

My boy. God that made him explode with love sickness. He was your boy, through and through.

Gently pushing him back into the pillows, you hovered over him just gently caressing his body, running your hands over it to tease him with the gentle touch. Placing a kiss on his cheek you felt his arms snake around you again, holding you tight.

"You're clingy" you whispered in his ear.

"You like it" he replied.

"I do"