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Open RP: Great Hall: It's Alive!

The circles under his eyes are more pronounced than usual today. L slips into the Great Hall, to get himself a pot of tea. Once it arrives, he sits and pauses, to wait for it to steep. It needs to be stronger than this.

He's been pushing himself on a case the past few days. It's resolved now, but it was the first real challenge he's had since moving here, so he may have dropped off the face of the earth a little. Time to emerge and make sure everyone is still alive and well.

As soon as the tea is finished steeping, that is.

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"That sounds nice." Especially with the added psycho Kira-worshippers. "If I take a laptop I'd be able to do what I need to do when we're away. It wouldn't take more than an hour."

Matt opens the door for L, revealing a much larger bed and much less floor space than he'd previously enjoyed.

"I like it," L announces, "but we really do need to get some of your things out of here."

Walking is going to be a challenge, if things get messy.

"Well, once we get an electronics room," Matt says, tugging L across the floor.

"But we'll do it later, right? If you're sleepy." And Matt dislikes getting things organised.

"Later." He follows quickly, settling down onto the new bed, sort of testing it.

"I do like it."

"Awesome."

Matt can't stop grinning, suddenly. L's going to be living with him. He sits down, immediately leaning in to kiss L - a long, unbelievably pleased kiss.

L snags a hand through Matt's hair, and tugs his goggles off gently, pulling them backwards on the spaceous bed.

"I like it very much."

"Mm," Matt says, allowing himself to be pulled backwards. An arm curls around L's waist, and he smiles.

"Thought you were sleepy...?"

Sleepy, not dead.

"I've stayed up longer." He kisses Matt's jaw.

He laughs, stroking L's face. They are in bed, after all. This probably counts as resting.

"Let me know if you're about to pass out," he says, and kisses L again. He lets one gloved hand make its way under L's shirt.

He honestly had been about to, but for the feel of Matt's glove on his skin, he can stay awake a moment longer.

"I like that. It's," shuddering, "it's an interesting texture."

"Yeah?" He notes the unexpected shudder, and runs his fingers up along L's spine. (He's not helping, he knows. L should be going to sleep. He'll let him alone in a moment.)

"As long as it's not bothering you..." Up, then back down again.

L arches with the touch, and eyes half closing, stretching languidly. He looks about ready to start purring.

"I could just keep doing this til you fall asleep, if you like," Matt says, watching L fondly.

"Or, y'know. I could kiss you again. Either way."

"Kiss me," instructs L, drowsily but firmly. "Please, kiss me."

Not exactly a request Matt's going to ignore. But it's a soft, tender kiss, in case L is about to nod off. His hand doesn't falter, either, stroking up and down the planes of L's back.

L smiles into the kiss, and twists, rolling them so that they're sideways, and the sheets are starting to muss and tangle around them. He traces Matt's cheek with two fingers.

"Crawl further up, my legs are hanging off."

"Too tall," Matt laughs, even though he's half-off the bed too. As they shift, he takes the opportunity to pull his vest off - and to slide L's sweater upwards. It makes it easier to reach right up L's back.

"Love you," he murmurs.

"Mm," he agrees, slipping his hands up under Matt's sweater too. "Too short."

"Lies and slander, and you know it."

He leans across L's chest to suck lightly on his earlobe. This, surely, will prove his point.

L drops back onto his back, head turning, making Matt's work easier. Argument conceded. L licks his bottom lip and lets out a quiet laugh.

He wriggles his hand from beneath L's back, moving to stroke his stomach instead. He's smiling as he kisses L; as he releases L's earlobe, and trails his lips down L's throat.

"I will let you sleep, I promise."

"There's no rush on that." L would much rather stay like this. It still feels rare, delightful, special to be able to do.

"We could just... mm."

"Mm. We could," Matt agrees, fingers slipping lower without quite reaching L's waistband. "In our bed."

"I'm so tired," he admits, drowsily, "but if it was just touching. Frottage, if you will." Quietly amused.

"We don't have to," Matt reassures him, quickly. "I can just keep doing this until you fall asleep, if you like it."

They live together now, or will. They have plenty of time to do whatever they like, whenever they like.

On the other hand, if it's a request... He nuzzles L's shoulder.

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