This fic is part of a series - Please refer to my profile for where this falls in the timeline. However, this can also read as a stand-alone fic, so feel free to take it as it is. :)

WARNING: This fic contains major lemons! And it's a twofer! One chapter from Sayu's POV, and one from Near's. I wrote this mostly to illustrate the deep, inner feelings they have for each other that's not really portrayed anywhere else in my series, but also to entertain those who just like to read lemons. Nothing wrong with either, of course. :P But I must say - enjoy these lemons while you can, because there are likely no more in the future of this series. In fact, I don't want to ruin anything, but if you are a Near/Sayu shipper and you want to see them live happily ever after, then I would read no further in the timeline than this fic. I am considering this warning an act of kindness, believe me! But, in the end, I am a rotten bastard who just can't write purely happy things.

Anyway, I do hope you enjoy this.

-Disclaimer thingy here-

It didn't take long after the former SPK's closure of the Bottled Blondes case for Sayu to deliver on her promise of spending an entire day shagging his brains out to Near.

She had been ready and waiting for him the moment she had received his call that the case was closed and he would be arriving in Japan in the next thirteen hours. She watched excitedly from her window as his car pulled up along the curb and he stepped out into the gleaming sunlight. She thought she saw his eyes flicker upwards towards her window and thought she saw that slight smirk of his that always brought her engines roaring to life, but surely he had not seen her. Being dressed as she currently was in her sexiest nightie and laciest panties, she had not dared open the window all the way, so she had merely peered through the blinds while watching for him. But who really knew with him - he had a way of knowing things about people and situations that he sometimes had no business of knowing. Either way, it was quite apparent that he had been prepared to receive her the moment she opened the door for him, because it only took him seconds to enclose her in his arms and claim her lips with his own.

From there, the couple had first christened her small dining room table, treating her neighbors to an interesting rhythm section, without even having had the patience to take the time to fully undress first. A mess of mail, mostly credit card offers and grocery store ads, had wound up all over the floor, and her poor little bonsai tree had come dangerously close to taking a plunge as well, but neither found that they cared much at the moment.

After a short break, they had next ended up in a heap on the living room floor, surrounded by their discarded clothing. Both of them had earned themselves some interesting sores on their knees that for Near would later make it too uncomfortable for him to sit in his usual position on the floor, causing him to sit normally, and therefore causing certain members of the former SPK to wonder but never actually question, at least not verbally.

They had thereafter finally made it to her bedroom, where currently Sayu was watching from her superior vantage as the muscles in her lover's face contracted softly in reaction to the rise and fall of her hips.

"Soft" was definitely her word of choice when it came to describing the enigmatic man she had quite rapidly fallen for. Everything about him was soft - his voice, his hair, his lips, his caresses. Just about the only thing about him that wasn't soft were his eyes, which were hard and stony for everyone else, but for her were like a soothing morning fog after a hard rain in autumn.

The all-around softness of him was somehow endearing, like making love to an angel, or at least what she imagined making love to an angel would be like. Maybe it was his soft sighs and moans that never reached a decibel much louder than the quietest of whispers. Maybe it was his alabaster appearance, like the moon glowing in the dark velvet of night. Or maybe it was the way he worshiped her body, like she was a goddess, which would be appropriate given the meaning of her surname. The moon worshiping a night god - how perfect.

She appreciated this softness about him. It had a calming effect on her unlike any she had ever known. He was the complete opposite of the couple guys she had slept with before him, who had been almost obscenely vocal. At the time, it had been what she had needed - something lewd and loud, whatever it took to block out the noise inside her head after the trauma of being kidnapped and the subsequent loss of her father. But now it all seemed perverse after experiencing the hidden intimacy of the detective. The very same deafening noise that before could have only been drowned out by loud groans and pounding flesh was now soothed into perfect silence by the quiet, white aura surrounding her Nate. She felt as though she had been completely healed, inside and out, by his softness.

She also appreciated that he always allowed her to take control if and when she wanted. Sometimes, for her, being on the bottom made her feel trapped, just as she had been trapped by those men before - they had not abused her sexually, but she had been handled and held down by them, all the same. Even if it was clear to her that he wanted to be on top throughout the duration of their lovemaking, he would always surrender to her if she moved to reverse their positions. It was so thoughtful and soft of him, sometimes it made her heart hurt just thinking about it. Sometimes that ache was all she had to focus on whenever he was away for longer periods of time.

She felt that ache even now, as she watched his eyes flutter between opened and closed, wanting to watch her back but unable to do so in light of the overwhelming pleasure of their joint actions. She understood the feeling, even if she would not be able to climax again herself, being too sensitive at the moment from their last two rounds. She was fine with that. It wasn't always about reaching the end - sometimes the journey was what counted more.

Her thoughts were drawn aside when she felt his gentle grip on her upper thighs tighten suddenly. The next moment his eyes were rolling back and he was letting out an exhale that carried with it the softest of moans. His hips stuttered up into hers, filling her with a pleasant warmth that radiated through her, deeply satisfying her in a way that was impossible for her to explain.

For a moment he lay there, completely still save for his labored breathing and the faint throbbing of his pulse inside her. She smiled down at him as those big, mysterious eyes of his blinked back open, drinking in the sight of her as she sat astride him. His lips stretched into a smile to match hers and he reached for her, drawing her down so that their lips could reunite once again, as if he could never get enough of her.

After a few moments of just sitting there like that, breathing each other in, Sayu finally slid off of him and sat on the bed beside him. She watched him as he lay there, sprawled out and completely vulnerable to her, looking peaceful and relaxed. She thought it was a good look on him, one he deserved, given the kinds of horrific things he no doubt saw during his cases. His eyes flickered over to her, their gazes meeting once again. The opia between them was strong, and yet neither seemed to be able to look away.

It was another moment of just watching each other before she said, "I'm going to make something to eat. Want anything?"

"Sure," he said with a sigh, his breathing finally calming back down to normal.

"What would you like?"

"Whatever you are having is fine."

"Well, for some reason I am feeling beat and need something immediate, so I choose ramen," she said with a teasing smirk.

Near returned her smirk. "Understood. Ramen it is. Thank you."

Sayu bit her bottom lip slightly, admiring the thoroughly debauched look of him there on her bed, and then stood to slip back into her panties and nightie. She gave him one last quick peck on the lips before whisking away to the kitchen to prepare their dinner.

The smile never left her lips as she boiled the water and prepared the other various ingredients, thinking about how perfect things were right then, despite the things that had happened in recent years. She was truly the happiest she had ever felt with her soft, thoughtful, genius detective who was so much more than his outward appearance belied to the rest of the world. So what if he wore pajamas all day, every day, even out in public? So what if he was twenty years old and still played with train sets and action figures? So what if his hobbies not only included traveling around the world and putting vicious criminals to justice (in a completely legal manner, unlike with what Kira had been doing), but building massive fortresses out of cards and dice? It was all cute to her, but not in patronizing way. The entirety of him, including his oddities and nearly anti-social quirks, simply captivated her. It was everything she never knew she wanted. Or needed.

Topping off their ramen bowls with some last second embellishments, she placed both bowls on a tray and made her way back to her bedroom. In total, the time it took her to prepare the ramen for the two of them was maybe six or seven minutes - yet when she returned to her room with the two steaming bowls, her Nate lay there just as she had left him, except now he was fast asleep.