A/N: This is at the moment a one shot, but as we speak I am writing the second chapter! I absolutely love L, so I thought I would share a little story for you all! Read it slowly, and really try to picture all the scenes in your head! Rated M for the next chapter... If ya' know what I mean… Whenever there is this: _ in a sentence, it means your name is being spoken. For the record, if you happen to have read BarCode432's one shots, my style of writing may sound similar to hers. I assure you, I started writing this before I read her wonderful stories.
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You watch as he picks up a strawberry with his long chalky fingers, slowly sucking on it. Ever since you started working with him, you have been watching his every move. This manis no other than L. World famous detective currently working on the Kira case, along with you. He notices you staring at him, and makes eye contact with you. His black eyes appear tired, but he is more awake and ready than any of us. His eyes also hold kindness and affection. You get flustered, look away, and continue with your work. You swear you could see a small smirk tugging on the corners of his lips behind his coffee cup. That's a first for him, only Light has seen him smile apparently. But then again, we all know Light lies a lot.

Since you have started working with L, you have taken to eating a lot of sweet things. A lot. His habits have rubbed off on many, yet nobody else seems to have quite the addiction you and him have to the sugary stuff.

''I'm taking a break, guys. I have to restock my cookie stash.'' You say, as you flatten down your blouse. L looks you over you quickly with his calculating gaze, and asks if he can join you. He needs some more sugar cubes apparently, even though he has at least one hundred of them on his table. You nod your head awkwardly. He never goes out.

He un-chains himself from Light-kun in his composed manner, leaning down to say something in Light-kun's ear you cannot hear. He nods and looks at L curiously, but with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. Thinking nothing of it, you start walking through the doors with L following behind quietly. As soon as you get outside, the cold, crisp air hits you suddenly. You wrap your scarf around your neck tighter, and pull your sleeves further over your gloves.

''So.. How do you like Japan, _?'' He asks curiously.

''Well, its great! It certainly makes it better working with a world famous detective.'' You would like to nudge him with you elbow, but remember he doesn't appreciate being touched.

''Well that's good. I enjoy working with you immensely, _.'' This time he gives you a small but sincere smile. Enough to make your heart flutter and cheeks stained with natural blush. ''I do hope you like me as a person too though. I would like to consider you as my friend, _.'' His eyes were filled of doubt, showing what his so wonderful, fantastic, charming face did not.

''I was hoping I could consider you my friend too L. You have an amazing personality, most exceptional friend material, you know.'' You decide to just throw yourself out there, literally, and wrap your arms around his lean body. A quick hug, but one that leaves a blush on both yours and his cheeks. He seemed uncomfortable, but more with contact from another human being rather than you personally. Or so you hope.

''I like having a friend, _.'' You pull away from the hug to smile at him.

''Do you, uh, want to go and get some coffee and cake?'' you ask, nervously. He looks at you with his sultry gaze, most likely calculating the percentage of how much you would like to rip his clothes off him and forgetting percentages completely. Or probably not…

''Yes, that would be nice. Follow me?''

''Sure.''

''So, I've been wanting to ask you an important question for a very long time. And I think there is a 90% chance of you giving me the answer I hope for, a 5% chance of you giving the complete opposite answer, and another 5% chance of you saying nothing at all. Will you answer the question, _?''

''Of course.'' By this time you had reached a park, where you both sit down on a bench.

''Well, this is a rather unknown area for myself. Also resulting in this conversation having a 50% chance of turning slightly uncomfortable, but nevertheless I will go on.''

''Alright.''

''I have been studying you for a while, and I have detected a slightly different behavior when you are around me. One that is not as exaggerated as Misa Misa's around Light, but still a small resemblance. So, that pushes me to the question of,'' He leans forward to you, smelling sweet and sugary. ''Do you have romantic feelings for me, _?''

He is still extremely close to your face, looking curios and very slightly amused. You blush, and instead of answering, you decide to take the plunge and close the gap between you both. You hesitate before closing the gap completely, but press your own lips gently to his. His lips were warm, velvety, and soft but with a rough touch that left you wanting more. You pull away, regretting the action that surely would jeopardize any sort of friendship you had with L.

''Oh god. I'm sorry! I shouldn't have done that, L. Gosh, sorry.'' You put your hands over your face trying to hide the embarrassment etched there. You can feel a pair of warm hands on your gloved wrists trying to pull your own hands from your face.

''_? Surely I have crossed the line. I did not think you would feel you had no other option than to kiss me, and I am sorry that you regret it. Shall we go for cake now?''

''No, now it's my turn to ask a question. Do you have romantic interests in me at all?''

''Well, like I said before, this is an unknown area for me, _ so I do not know fully what the feelings I have around you mean. But, if I was to guess I would say they were equal to romantic interests. It is rather confusing; you are the only female I have ever had feelings for. Or rather, the only person at all I have ever had feelings for.'' A smile creeps over your face, after hearing what he said.

''Good. And for the record I most definitely did not regret kissing you. In fact it would be something I would be willing to try again, if it is not too uncomfortable for you that is.'' This time you smirk as you talk.

''Even though I do not usually appreciate physical contact, I would most definitely not be opposed to trying again, _.''

This time, he leaned in further and pressed his lips to yours. Your hands instinctively wound themselves into his jet black hair that was never neat. You both pull back, nuzzling your noses together and breathing heavily.