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“These walls should be pretty soundproof, r-right?” You sputter between kisses. “No one’s— mmh— no one’s gonna hear us, right?”
“No, no, definitely not—“ Mello answers against your lips, and you nearly squeal as your back harshly presses against the door, shutting it with a snap. “And - nh - if they do…fuck ‘em.”
You nod hurriedly, repeating Mello’s words with your lips smushed against his, “Fmck ‘mm-!”
The walls, as it turns out, were rather soundproof. Constructed under the order of the World’s Greatest Detective, they were of course the highest quality. And the bed? Wow. Top notch. Very sturdy.
You step into your jeans with shaky legs as Mello crouches down and shoves an arm underneath the bed. He comes back up with a sliver of fabric between his fingers and a crooked smile pulling at his lips. “Not entirely sure how this ended up there, but I’m assuming you’ll be wanting your bra?”
“Huh. What a mystery,” you chuckle, holding out your hand to catch your bra as Mello tosses it to you. “So, I was thinking of heading out to lunch after this. I get hungry after sex. You wanna join me?”
“Where were you thinking?” Mello finds your vanity and leans down to look in the mirror. He grabs a comb and starts brushing out the knots in his hair, his bangs, and the very back that got tangled from being pressed into the pillow. He shakes out his hair and steps back to admire his work, only for his expression to drop with a whisper of, “Oh, you fucking bitch.”
It’s all too difficult to suppress a smile when he turns to look at you, brows narrowed but with a contrasting, cheeky smile playing at his lips. He gestures to a trail of rather dark hickies stretching from his jaw, down into the collar of his shirt. “You know damn well I can’t hide these.”
You shrug. “Oops.”
But your cool is lost the moment a loud, clear knock resounds throughout the room, and the familiar voice of your boss is quick to follow.
“(Name)! Do you have those documents I needed you to get signed yet? I know you were procrastinating, but I really do need those soon.”
You and Mello look at each other like a couple of deer caught in headlights.
“ Fuck .”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” you sigh, clipping your bra and scooping your shirt up off the ground to throw over your head. Once generally put together you grab the Manila folder sitting on your desk and step towards your bedroom door.
“What the hell are you thinking!?” Mello whisper yells, stepping between you and the source of the continuous knocking. “You can not open that door!”
“Why not? I have the paperwork right here and you know as well as I do that your pseudo father is as stubborn as…well, you.”
“Please never call him that again.”
“I’ll do what I want, now step aside.”
Mello more so falls aside when you shove him by the shoulder, back colliding with the wall so that he’s hidden behind the door when it swings open.
“L, what a wonderful surprise,” you say, holding out the folder for him to take.
“It shouldn’t be. I told you weeks ago I needed these by today,” L explains calmly, thumbing through the folder, making sure every document is there and accounted for. “And even still, one is missing.”
“W-what? I was sure I had all of them—“
“No matter how sure you were, the request for further security resources seems to have vanished.”
“It’s probably just somewhere in my room, I’ll look for it and get it to you later.”
“I need it now. And, at this point, I’m willing to look for it myself.”
With those mere words your heart skips a beat. Shit .
“L, I don’t know if that’s—“
“Necessary? Well, it is.”
Before you can even think to stop him, L is nudging past you mumbling false ‘excuse me’s and ‘pardon’s.
Oh my god oh my god ohmygodohmygod—
You don’t even care that he’s begun rummaging through the drawers of your desk, not when you’re taking advantage of his back being turned to silently shout at Mello to stay where he is. See, your fuckbuddy— er, friend, has apparently deemed it necessary to make a break for it. But you have no idea when L will decide to turn around again and you’d much rather shield Mello with the door until L finds what he’s looking for and gets the hell out of your room .
But like you said earlier. Like L, Mello is stubborn. Alarmingly so. Dangerously so. Astonishingly so—
What I’m trying to get at here is that Mello makes a break for it anyway. And trips. And it’s loud. Loud enough that L very much notices, and very much turns around.
“Mello? What on earth are you doing on the floor outside (Name)’s room?…Half undressed?”
You shoot Mello a glare, one that screams ‘I fucking told you so’ and cross your arms, tapping a finger against your bicep as if you are, too, waiting for an answer. No, you don’t think you’re going to help him out with this one.
“I…!” It’s one of the first times you’ve actually seen this man blush as he attempts to pull his shirt down to hide his underwear, block the hickeys on his neck with his hair, and have a perfectly normal and not suspicious conversation. Unfortunately it seems all three cannot be achieved at the same time. “I- you know, we were just- it’s hot…in here, and I thought, y’know, they say heat rises, so the floor felt like the best option to…cool down. So.”
You give him a thumbs up, mouthing the words “good job” as L stares blankly at his successor. Eventually L looks back to you, gives the last necessary document a little wave and says, “Ok, well, I’ve got what I need. I’ll leave you to it.”
The blush on Mello’s face creeps down his neck as L steps over him to continue down the hall. But at least you’re home free. Or, so you think.
“Oh, and just so you two are aware: these walls may be thick but that hardly matters when there are surveillance cameras in every room. Do me and everyone else on camera duty a favor next time and let us know when you need us to turn a specific camera off.”
You’re much too stunned to speak. Mello’s eyes have just about bugged out of his head and you’re pretty sure your face is going to overheat and set off the smoke alarms.
“And, Mello, I’m sure Miss Amane would let you borrow her concealer if you asked her.”