Transgression Against God
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Death Note › Het-Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
5,037
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Transgression Against God
Transgression Against God
There went her pants.
Her shirt, her boots, her dignity.
Not that she minded being man-handled once and awhile. It was certainly a change from her escapades with the century's greatest detective - L. He was so awkward and fast when it came to “love making”. He never seemed to give her enough time to really hit her peak. But being the century's greatest detective, she knew he had to either favor their time together or saving lives and catching maddening criminals. The former was always the one lagging.
But this ... right here ... was how she made up for it. Being pushed against the wall of the hall, with Raito Yagami - L's partner, wrapped in-between her legs.
Lord, it felt so good when he pushed out of her and searched for a different angle, and plunged right back in with such vicious force. And it felt good to have her head bang against the wall, though it usually gave her a headache afterwards.
Still, she didn't care. What she did care about was why Raito always insisted on having sex in a location where they could be heard or caught. I mean, they were a few feet away from where the other detectives were, and just a floor above Misa Amane's commendation.
“R-Raito ...” She just couldn't get the words out. She had to use all her will power to just say his name. God, she wanted to ask him if they could go into one of the adjacent rooms and continue ... but ...
She looked down at him for a brief moment. His teeth clenched ... hair bouncing with every thrust ... and those eyes - his eyes were red. Another question she wanted to ask him.
Oh God, she just thought ... here she was fucking not only a minor - which she was sure if anyone found out about, she'd be sent to prison and the key thrown far away. Especially since Raito was a police officer's son! But she was also with someone who was primarily here on suspicion of being Kira. Kira. The murderer who killed her ex-fiancee Raye, the murderer who could kill with just knowing someone's name.
She was screwed, damned to death, if Raito really was Kira and decided he no longer needed her services.
“Naomi.”
Screwed. But what could she do. She enjoyed being with Raito. Sure he was much younger than her and could possibly be Kira, but something about the young man drew her to him. Was it his charms? Well, he did somewhat grab her feminine wilds when he first started working here. Was it his ability to stand up to L? Yeah, maybe.
Just the mention of the detectives name. He would surely know what transpired between them when they ... finished. He would be able to sense Naomi's weariness and Raito's pure arrogance. And she would have to pay later on when L would send Raito and the others away on some kind of "information hunt".
This made her smile.
They may have her wrapped around their fingers ... but she had them both wrapped around her legs. Always and more than likely forever. Which of course didn't bother her. She was here to capture Kira but also help her team members, and perhaps this wasn't the most dignified way of doing so, but who cared.
God would just have to punish her.
And he didn't ... just yet. Instead he allowed her senses to flood and a million bolts seemed to hit her. Arching her body into Raito's body she felt he too felt the wrath of God.
Now they would stay like that, Raito holding her strongly - which she never understood, and then they'd kiss. Something unfamiliar to both Raito and L. But for Naomi, it was just another hold she had over the young men.
“He's going to notice.” Naomi watched the small smirk form on his features. She smiled herself.
Why does he always state the obvious with me? She thinks.
“Yeah ...” Was all she could muster, zipping up her leather jacket. She'd forgotten an important article of clothing (her panties), but what use would it be. L would just tear it off later and she'd have to buy yet another pair.
She looked up at Raito who was staring at her with honey-colored eyes.
Much better.
“It's all just a game.”
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Notes: I wrote this a long, long time ago. So there are probably plenty of mistakes throughout. I will edit as best I can, with the little time I have right now. Hope you enjoy.
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There went her pants.
Her shirt, her boots, her dignity.
Not that she minded being man-handled once and awhile. It was certainly a change from her escapades with the century's greatest detective - L. He was so awkward and fast when it came to “love making”. He never seemed to give her enough time to really hit her peak. But being the century's greatest detective, she knew he had to either favor their time together or saving lives and catching maddening criminals. The former was always the one lagging.
But this ... right here ... was how she made up for it. Being pushed against the wall of the hall, with Raito Yagami - L's partner, wrapped in-between her legs.
Lord, it felt so good when he pushed out of her and searched for a different angle, and plunged right back in with such vicious force. And it felt good to have her head bang against the wall, though it usually gave her a headache afterwards.
Still, she didn't care. What she did care about was why Raito always insisted on having sex in a location where they could be heard or caught. I mean, they were a few feet away from where the other detectives were, and just a floor above Misa Amane's commendation.
“R-Raito ...” She just couldn't get the words out. She had to use all her will power to just say his name. God, she wanted to ask him if they could go into one of the adjacent rooms and continue ... but ...
She looked down at him for a brief moment. His teeth clenched ... hair bouncing with every thrust ... and those eyes - his eyes were red. Another question she wanted to ask him.
Oh God, she just thought ... here she was fucking not only a minor - which she was sure if anyone found out about, she'd be sent to prison and the key thrown far away. Especially since Raito was a police officer's son! But she was also with someone who was primarily here on suspicion of being Kira. Kira. The murderer who killed her ex-fiancee Raye, the murderer who could kill with just knowing someone's name.
She was screwed, damned to death, if Raito really was Kira and decided he no longer needed her services.
“Naomi.”
Screwed. But what could she do. She enjoyed being with Raito. Sure he was much younger than her and could possibly be Kira, but something about the young man drew her to him. Was it his charms? Well, he did somewhat grab her feminine wilds when he first started working here. Was it his ability to stand up to L? Yeah, maybe.
Just the mention of the detectives name. He would surely know what transpired between them when they ... finished. He would be able to sense Naomi's weariness and Raito's pure arrogance. And she would have to pay later on when L would send Raito and the others away on some kind of "information hunt".
This made her smile.
They may have her wrapped around their fingers ... but she had them both wrapped around her legs. Always and more than likely forever. Which of course didn't bother her. She was here to capture Kira but also help her team members, and perhaps this wasn't the most dignified way of doing so, but who cared.
God would just have to punish her.
And he didn't ... just yet. Instead he allowed her senses to flood and a million bolts seemed to hit her. Arching her body into Raito's body she felt he too felt the wrath of God.
Now they would stay like that, Raito holding her strongly - which she never understood, and then they'd kiss. Something unfamiliar to both Raito and L. But for Naomi, it was just another hold she had over the young men.
“He's going to notice.” Naomi watched the small smirk form on his features. She smiled herself.
Why does he always state the obvious with me? She thinks.
“Yeah ...” Was all she could muster, zipping up her leather jacket. She'd forgotten an important article of clothing (her panties), but what use would it be. L would just tear it off later and she'd have to buy yet another pair.
She looked up at Raito who was staring at her with honey-colored eyes.
Much better.
“It's all just a game.”
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Notes: I wrote this a long, long time ago. So there are probably plenty of mistakes throughout. I will edit as best I can, with the little time I have right now. Hope you enjoy.
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