I Think You're Beautiful
A/N: Okay, I was feeling fluffy and I have promised y'all some death note stuffs. So, here ya go! This is right after Mello got his scars btw. If you couldn't tell. Some limeade (?) but it's more sensual than sexual.
Mello sat on the sofa. He looked at his book, but he wasn't reading it. He was thinking.
A knock on the door.
"Come in," Mello called quietly. The door opened and Matt entered. Mello immediately arranged the book so it was covering his face.
"What's wrong, Mells?" asked Matt.
"Nothing." Mello's reply was muffled.
"C'mon, Mello. Really, what's wrong?" Matt sat on the sofa and wrapped his arm around Mello's shoulder. Mello turned away.
"I said nothing, Matt. Nothing's wrong. Lay off."
"Nope."
"Do you want me to shoot you?"
"You don't have a gun, man. They expected depression after… that. Can I talk to your face instead of your book?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because what?"
"Because I'm… I'm hideous, Matty. I'm ugly and I don't want you to see me." Matt coaxed the book away from Mello's face and saw the scar running diagonally across his face. He saw the pain in Mello's eyes.
"See?" Mello said.
"Yes, I see. And do you know what I think, Mells?"
"What?" muttered Mello.
"I think you're beautiful."
"You're weird, Matty."
"Beautiful!" crowed Matt. Then softer. "Beautiful Mello. Beautiful, beautiful Mello, inside and out, though you'd have everyone believe otherwise. Beautiful Mello. My beautiful Mello." This last sentence was punctuated with a soft, sweet, sideways hug.
"Shut up, Matty," said Mello, though he hugged Matt back, shifting so they weren't twisted up sideways.
"Sure thing, beautiful." And with that, they pulled each other into a kiss. Soft and hard and rough and smooth and hot and cold all at once, and hair mixed and yet separate and breathing and not breathing and Matt and Mello and love and together. The kiss broke after what seemed like forever, a sweet forever. Matt and Mello, both breathing hard to get the oxygen they had missed.
"Love you, Matt," whispered Mello.
"Love you too, Mello," replied Matt. And Mello smiled his beautiful, beautiful smile. Matt moved to get up, but Mello pulled him right back down into the embrace.
"Don't leave me."
"Never."
"I love you," Mello said, and their lips met again.