Here's the next scenario- it's completely unrelated to the first one.

All night-er

"I'm tired." You complain. L pays you no mind, double clicking on his mouse and scanning over a newly opened article on his computer. "Hey. I wanna sleep."

"There is no one stopping you." L informs you.

"Yes, L, you have my room key." You remind him.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but I cannot leave right now. Would you mind napping on the couch until I can let you in?"

"yes." You answer shortly. Your response is ignored yet again as L types into his PC. You sigh, giving up and lean on your palm. L failed to realize that he was occupying half of the couch.

A while passes, you don't know how long, but when you wake up you are shocked to find that your head is resting on L's shoulder. The detective merely adjusted himself so that your head now served as his chin rest.

"!!" you twitch and slide over to your side of the couch.

"Did you sleep well?" L asks.

"It's still only 4:30!" You dictate from the clock in the corner of the room.

"Yes, but you slept longer than I normally need to."

"Do you sleep at all?"

"Yes." L answers simply. You stare blankly into space for a moment, drifting in and out of your dream world.

"Can I have my key yet?"

"Only a few more minutes" L strains his voice to make it sound sympathetic. You cross your arms over your knees impatiently and rest your face in them.

"Can we at least turn up the heat a little? It's freezing in here." You whine.

"You are in a foul mood tonight, *insert name here*-kun." L points out to you.

"You have me sitting in a freezer at 5 in the morning. How am I supposed to be acting?"

"This is warm." L places his laptop on your legs to provide heat. You remain frozen as he pulls you against his legs, hugging his arms around you to continue typing. "Feel free to sleep."

'How am I supposed to sleep like this?' you ponder angrily, but soon enough your eyelids grow heavy and your head droops back until it finds the support of L's knees.

A few hours later you awaken yet again to find that L is sleeping as well. His abandoned computer is resting on its own cushion at your feet, which are touching L's bare toes. He is balled up and biting his thumb, and to your utter surprise he is sleeping within your embrace. You cuddle up to his warmth for just a while longer, enjoying the rare sight of the detective in a quiet slumber.

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