Whipped Cream

LxLight

Disclaimer: We do not own L or Light or Death Note in general. If we did, L and Light would be in passionate love and still alive.

A/N Thanks to all our reviewers. ^^ Each of your reviews made me smile, and forced me to put this chapter up. X3

Now Light was being dragged into the kitchen. At least L was feeling better, if he was wanting sweets.
"Do we have any chips, L?" Ha. Now he was dropping the Ryuzaki thing.

"Er... yeah, I think it's in that cabinet..." L pointed to a high-up cabinet. He ignored the fact that he was being called L; he didn't feel like making a big deal over it now. He rummaged through the fridge in search of whipped cream.

Light looked at the cabinet, which was out of his reach.
"...I can't get to that," he pointed out.

L took a can of whipped cream out of the fridge and glanced up at the cabinet. He blinked thoughtfully, looking around for something Light could use as a stepping stool. Sadly, there was nothing. L shrugged at Light.

How dare he just stand there and shrug when Light's chips were (possibly) at stake!
"You'd better think of something! Or else..." He took the whipped cream.

"H-hey!" Protested L, glaring at Light and the whipped cream can he'd taken hostage. He heaved a sigh and thought of a way to get Light's chips.

L glanced at the cabinet and got down on his hands and knees in front of it. Light had better give him his whipped cream back after this.

Light smiled. L looked...cute. Wait, what?
He stepped carefully onto L's back and reached for the cabinet. He opened it and found his chips. Yes!

L grit his teeth in pain, waiting impatiently for Light to get off. His back was already bent enough without somebody standing on it.

As Light reached for a bag, he shifted his weight- onto the center of L's back. Uh-oh, he thought as he fell.

L actually yelped in pain and noticed Light falling. Despite his pain, he didn't want to see Light with his head cracked open on the tile floor, so he did the only thing that seemed ethical-- he scrambled over and caught Light.

Light waited for the pain, but none came. He blinked and realized that L had caught him.
"...L?" He hoped he wasn't blushing.

L blinked also. He tilted his head at Light like a curious puppy. "You okay?"

Now L was even cuter than before. Why did he have to- no. Just ...no.
"Um...I'm fine. Thanks to you."

L tried to think of something to say. "Uh, it was no big deal," He replied with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"Um. But it is. Thanks." Light muttered, suddenly realizing how CLOSE L was.

L nodded. "You're welcome." He looked around, hoping Light wouldn't get off his lap...
Wait, what? Why would he want Light to stay on his lap?

Light smiled. This was very comfortable, in L's lap. He didn't want to stand up.
Resisting the impulse to snuggle closer, he said, "Why, though? Why did you save me?"

"Because you're my friend," L answered. It was a cheesy answer, yes, but it was the truth.

Ah. Of course. This was the expected answer...but was that a flutter of disappointment?
"Right. Do you...do you still want your whipped cream?" Light offered the can to L.

L couldn't help but ask, "What about your chips?" He stared at the can longingly, but didn't want to take it if Light didn't have a snack too.

Now L was being considerate. What was with him lately? Although, Light couldn't deny that he liked this side of the detective.
"I think they fell down too. Oh yeah, there they are."
The chips were lying a few feet away, but Light didn't want to stand up and get them. He was perfectly comfortable where he was.

L glanced at the potato chip bag. His hand wouldn't reach it, but...
He took the whipped cream can from Light and leaned over, holding the can out towards the chip bag. He was able to pull the chips over using the whipped cream can. He picked the bag up, smiled triumphantly, and handed it to Light.

Stupid adorable panda man.
"Thank you," Light said, taking the chips. "But does this mean I have to get up?"
Uh-oh. Horrified, Light wished he could take his words back.

"You don't... HAVE to..." L didn't really mind having Light on his lap. In fact, it was kind of comfortable, really. Not that he was going to admit it or anything.

"Well, then I suppose I won't," Light said finally, leaning back against L.
Was it just him, or the detective didn't want him to move, either?
Unfortunately, just then Light heard footsteps coming toward the kitchen.

L heard the footsteps too. His eyes widened, but he didn't make any move to push Light off. Instead, he grew tense.

A/N Dun dun duuun. Who's coming? :O

Take a guess if you'd like. ^^