[A/N: Hey, this is Moriko220. I lost my old log-in information, so I had to make a new account T~T Sucks... Anyhow, I decided to repost this story on here, so that all of my stories, new and old, can be in one place.]
{Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters. The only character I own is Moriko, who is of my own creation.]
Chapter Three: L is for Love
A yawn echoed against the nearly empty investigation room; Matsuda stretched and fought to keep his eyes open and focused as he continued to stare, unbearably bored, at the monitors in front of him, a sleeping Amane Misa shown on the screen, asleep. 'Lucky…' he thought, yawning again. Mogi got up from his spot on the couch and walked over to the younger man.
"I'll take over now. Go sleep. It's nearly two in the morning" Mumbling a thank you, Matsuda got up onto his feet and stumbled over to the couch, collapsing onto it and falling asleep almost immediately. Sitting in the adjacent, well lit corner of the room was L, his unkempt looking hair falling in front of his eyes. He scanned numerous files as he slurped at a rather large, overly sweetened cup of coffee: it was, quite literally, a cup of sugar moistened with coffee.
"Moriko-chan, would you mind passing my cake?" he asked, glancing at the woman beside him. She shook her head and handed him the plate, holding a large piece of his favorite sweet: strawberry shortcake. "Thank you very much." He felt his stomach growl fiercely as the scent of strawberries, cream, and freshly baked pound cake met his nose; L quickly took a bite, pushing the large strawberry topping the cake aside for him to eat last. 'We have been investigating the KIRA case for six months now, yet we seem to be no closer than when we began…Light-kun is, or was, KIRA. That much I know for certain…However, with no real physical evidence, I can't convict him just yet.' He sighed and dipped his index finger into the whipped cream topping of his cake, staring at it blankly for a moment before bringing it to his lips.
"Ah, L-kun, take a-…" Moriko turned towards him, preparing to share something about the case at hand with him, but was stopped short. L's tongue darted out of his mouth, licking the cream off of his finger, unknowingly, leaving her breathless. Her face heated up dramatically as a deep red stained her cheeks.
Noticing her staring at him, L glanced at her curiously, head tilted to the side. "Is something the matter, Moriko-chan?" He watched her carefully, noticing her suspicious movements and her nervous habit of twirling her hair around her fingers. She shook her head quickly, attempting to push down her blush and tried not to smile nervously and failed.
"N-no, n-nothing at all! Everything's f-fine!" Looking back down at her files quickly, she continued, trying to keep her voice calm. "It's just that um…w-well, look here. All of these people died of heart attacks from Kagameta Industries two weeks ago. This may be the work of a new KIRA, don't you think?"
"Yes…" L said quietly, looking over the files she had handed to him. "That is very likely. Good work with catching that, Moriko-chan. This might help us move forward in the investigation, if only one step." Moriko nodded, smiling, and left her spot beside him on the sofa in the far corner of the room to deliver the documents to Light, a.k.a. KIRA. He watched her leave for a moment before continuing to scan the documents before him, his mind in a very different place.
'She had been staring at me…why was she blushing so badly? What did I do that affected her so greatly?' He took the last bite of his cake, licking the cream off of his lips before setting the plate down quietly on the coffee table nearby. 'My private investigation of her is getting very interesting lately. I've caught her staring at me a lot recently as well. Perhaps she is now in the same situation I have been in for the past couple months…' He stabbed the large strawberry left on his plate with his fork, sucking the remaining whipped cream off of its glossy, deep red surface before popping it into his mouth. (Author's Note: Yes, L-kun is being seductive without being aware of it. lol poor Moriko-chan…) Moriko dropped one of the files on her way back from Light's desk and, bending over to pick them up, gave L a magnificent view of her breasts through the top of her tank-top, something that she very rarely wore. Thinking perverted, forbidden thoughts, L felt his loins heat considerably. He sighed, forcing his mind to focus on the work before him. His love soon returned and sat next to him again, one knee pulled up to her chest.
"He said that he'd try to get to it tomorrow, but he's busy looking through something else for me. I suggested that he check Yotsuba's stocks and average income. Is that alright with you, L-kun?" she asked, leaning forward to grab the glass of chocolate milk on the table in front of her. She took a large drink, her throat dry from her previous distractions (Author's Note: L with the cake…mmm, = ) sexy cake. lol.)
"Yes, that will be-" he stopped mid-sentence, transfixed on the small drop of milk he saw roll down from the corner of her mouth to her chin, before he finally found his voice again, "…-fine." He felt the urge to lean forward and get it, but she felt it and licked at it, her wet, pink tongue erasing it from her skin. His breath caught in his throat and his lower region throbbed, causing a nearly inaudible moan to escape his lips. 'Damn…why is she able to always affect me so strongly? …This could pose a bit of a problem.' He quickly got up and strode past Moriko and towards the door. "I am going to investigate in my room for the rest of the evening. Please feel free to get some rest, all of you. Moriko, I will join you shortly." Without waiting for any response he left, nearly running to his private suite on the next floor up. Once safely there, he locked all three locks on the door and collapsed into a heavily padded chair, groaning quietly. 'I had no idea it could hurt so badly to run in this…condition. This time, it will take a while for it to subside…' He sighed heavily, recalling how nearly every other day for the past two months he had escaped to his bathroom and taken a very long, very cold shower. To be honest, he was thoroughly sick of it.
Looking for a distraction, he opened up his laptop and brought up the camera images in Moriko's room, curious at whether she was asleep or not. He nearly gasped as she appeared on the screen, undressing for a shower. L felt his face heat with embarrassment and his lower abdomen tightened almost painfully, but he made no move to switch off the camera feed or close his laptop again. He watched as she slipped off her black lounge pants and blue and white plaid button-up pajama shirt and, unfortunately, when she removed her white tank top and her DD sized bra. The man felt a jolt shoot down his spine, sparking a fire in his loins, his pants becoming almost unbearably tight. His eyes, those of a detective trained to see all, roamed over her body, drinking in every detail, every curve, even the slightest of movements she made. His breathing steadily became labored as his arousal increased. The now obvious hard he had forced him to sit with his feet on the floor, lowering his reasoning ability drastically. His entire body was quivering and reacting in a way it never had before meeting Moriko. 'H-how does she do this to me…? I don't understand…' He groaned in pleasured pain as he saw that she was now completely naked, unaware of the person watching her. She stepped carefully into the small shower in her room and drew the curtain closed.
L sat there for a moment, completely motionless, as he stared at her silhouette through the steam and the shower curtain. '…I shouldn't…I know I shouldn't, it's wrong…b-but…' He clicked on the camera images in the bathroom, mainly the shower. 'I can't help that I feel this way…L or not, I'm only human.' Though he felt guilty in the back of his mind, his now more irrational mind made him watch as his love showered, moving to stand underneath the shower head. The water cascading over her pale flesh and through her pure, raven colored hair was, at that moment, the most beautiful, and erotic, thing he had ever seen. With a deep breath he unzipped his baggy jeans and leaned further back into the chair, slipping his boxers down and shivering in anticipation as his arousal met the cooler air in the room.
He moaned lightly, slowly running a hand over his length. "Moriko…" He moaned her name, taking himself more fully in hand and spreading his legs, moving his hand at a slow, steady rhythm. 'Only you are capable of doing this to me…You make my brilliant mind go blank with the slightest thing…Driving me insane as I sit here, watching you shower voyeuristically. ' He glanced at the computer screen and saw something he was sure would haunt him the rest of his life: She was washing her hair with her favorite raspberry scented shampoo that he loved, the white foam from it sliding down her chest and stomach, between the paleness of her thighs, and down onto the hard, tile floor. A wave of pleasure crashed over him, pushing him over the edge. The built up tension in his loins released as he came with a long, light moan, his essence covering his hand and his lap. His head crashed back against the chair, his chest heaving as he panted heavily. After a few minutes of catching his breath, he changed out of his now soiled clothing and into a different pair of identical jeans and a long sleeved white shirt. Exhausted, he flopped onto his bed and curled up in a tight ball, feeling ashamed of himself for what he'd done. "…I only hope this doesn't happen ever again."
"Ohhh, L-kun…" Moriko moaned blissfully, arching her back and leaning on all fours towards him. Her skin was pink and flushed, her lips wet and shimmering in the minimal light the moon offered. "L-kun…take me, please…I can't stand it anymore. I need you, now," she begged, leaning even closer and kissing down his neck and chest. "Moriko…" L murmured, leaning his head to the side to grant her better access. She moved closer, straddling his hips and looking at him shyly. "L-kun…I want you- no, need you." Her hands moved down his chest and stomach, caressing tenderly as she neared the front of his boxers. "Do you…need me, too, L-kun…?"
L awoke with a loud groan, his body shaking and drenched in sweat. His pants were wet and sticky with the final result of his dream and, realizing that things only get worse before they get better, sighed heavily. 'Again…I'm glad I did not choose to sleep in Moriko-chan's room tonight.' He looked over at the clock on the table beside his bed, seeing that it was 2:58 a.m., almost three in the morning. Knowing he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, he got up and headed for the bathroom, deciding it would be best to take a shower before trying to get back to work. "I do not know how much longer I can keep hiding this from her…*sigh*." ~~
On the opposite side of L's bedroom door, Moriko stood, petrified. Her face felt like it would never lose the dark red blush it held. She had gone to his room because she couldn't sleep, and sleeping with L always relaxed her enough to where she quickly fell asleep. However, when she had arrived, she was met with L, the world's greatest three detectives, in the middle of a very erotic dream, about her. She didn't know if she should laugh, cry, faint, or a combination of them. Deciding on 'none of the above', she bravely opened the door, a sound of running water met her ears. Thinking he was already in the shower, she walked over to and opened the bathroom door, hoping to wash her face before settling into bed for the night with her love. ~~
Moriko opened the bathroom door, immediately wishing she hadn't: L was standing there in only his boxers, preparing to take them off as well. Her blush increased and her eyes, wide with shock, decided to wander a bit. The nearly six pounds of sugar he ate on a daily basis didn't show on him at all, his body thin, almost feminine in appearance, yet well toned. His skin was very light, lighter than even her own, and contrasted beautifully with his dark hair and eyes. Her heart skipped a beat when their eyes met, his deep, black orbs staring distractedly into her blue ones. When he saw she was looking at him he blushed, suddenly looking shy as he tried to cover himself up with a towel. "M-Moriko-chan…wh-what is it? …"
'Why is he hiding…? Is he concerned with me seeing him and thinking he looks odd?' She thought as she looked away quickly, casting her eyes onto the floor at her left.
"I just…I-I couldn't sleep, s-so I thought that if I came and slept with you, then…" Suddenly, her brain stopped directing her as she walked towards him. He, in turn, stepped away from her, backing up until his back touched the cold tile of the wall behind him. She hesitantly grabbed onto the towel he was holding onto and pushed it aside, standing on her toes and resting her quivering hands on his toned chest. "I've just discovered something…you were having as much difficulty sleeping as I was, weren't you…?"~~
"I've just discovered something…you were having as much difficulty sleeping as I was, weren't you…?" The temperature in the bathroom seemed to rise five degrees a minute as she got up on the tips of her toes, touching her nose to L's own. "I don't know what to do…I-I've never felt this way about anyone before…" she said quietly, tears beginning to just barely show at the corners of her eyes. Then she mumbled, almost too quietly to hear, "I'm sorry…I might not be able to please you as well as a normal woman could…" He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her full on the lips, knowing exactly how she felt. The only woman he has ever felt this strongly for has been driving him to the brink of insanity for the last two months. She was there, trying her best to seduce him but not knowing how, feeling inadequate and inferior to other females, and he didn't even know how to properly respond. They both were in desperate need of something they knew very little, if anything, about; this just wasn't the same as reading about it in Health or Sex Ed. class. She looked away from him in embarrassment, her hands accidentally sliding down his chest lightly. He shivered in response then tried to silence the gasp that escaped his lips when they ghosted over the thin material of his boxers that covered his thighs. He knew then that he would go completely mad if he didn't have her right then. His rational mind was lost, clouded with the nearly uncontrollable love and lust he felt from just a single accidental touch. KIRA was the farthest thing from his mind at that moment; He might have even forgotten who he was entirely.~~
L's grasp around Moriko's waist tightened, causing her to look up at him curiously. "Moriko…come with me." Her face went bright red at the double meaning of his statement. He opened the door leading to his surprisingly large shower (Author's Note: It's probably about 10 x 10, or 12 x 12...something like that. It's big! And much more, but I'll let you all figure things out as you read. ) and looked at her, a blush staining his cheeks as he also realized what he'd said. "Would you care to shower with me…?" She stayed silent and, after a few minutes of waiting, L removed his last article of clothing very shyly and stepped in, disappearing into the mist and steam the high-pressure water created.
Moriko clutched at her shirt nervously, 'He isn't very used to such intimate physical contact…Does he really want to do what I think he wants to…? If he feels the same way I do…then he's being overwhelmed by love and desire, confused…' She sighed and hesitantly undressed, stepping into the shower as she strained to see. "U-um…L-kun?" She jumped as she felt someone grasp her hand and pull her to the back of the shower. Knowing it was L, she followed, forcing her eyes to remain on the back of his head to keep from wandering. L tried to keep his mind away from perverted thoughts as he led her after him, at the same time remembering what he had watched earlier. "You are welcome here whenever you like…there is more room than the shower in your suite," he said, his mind disobeying him once again as the familiar warmth began to grow in his lower abdomen. "…You are very beautiful, Moriko-chan." She laughed a little too nervously, blushing still as her grip on his hand tightened.
"N-no, not at all…I'm just average at best, really…not like Misa-san, she's beautiful. And cute." L stopped, turning around to face her, his eyes forced to focus solely on her face and not on her body, shrouded in a fine cloak of mist.
"I do not care about Misa-san, just as you know that I do not waste words…You are the only thing in this world that can calm me and drive me nearly insane simultaneously," he said, his voice holding a certain warmth that made Moriko want to melt. He placed a hand on her hip, the other cupping her cheek gently as he stared into her eyes. "You're the only thing I've ever wanted…no, the only thing I've ever needed. Moriko-chan…I love you." He captured her lips in a passionate kiss, pulling her closer to him until their bodies just barely touched. She stood in shock for a moment and L worried that he'd gone too far; however, his fears were banished when she began to kiss him back with equal passion, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull herself closer than either of them thought possible.
(Author's Note: Once again…Sorry L is a little/very OOC in this fanfiction. I tried my best, but then again, no one knows what horny L acts like. Unfortunately, they didn't show anything like that in the manga or the anime.)
"I love…you, too…L-kun," she murmured in between kisses, running her hands through his untamed, black hair. L smiled against her lips, and then moved to kissing her neck. She gasped out quietly, leaning her head to one side to give him better access. He chuckled quietly, sucking and licking on the pale flesh of her neck, causing her to hum softly, her hands slipping down his sides. He shivered, stopping in his ministrations long enough to kiss her on the lips encouragingly. She giggled quietly, "Is L-kun really that sensitive..?" L continued kissing her, running his tongue along her bottom lip experimentally.
'Yes…that's something I want only you to know, Moriko…' The young woman in his arms shivered at the feeling and opened her mouth, granting him access. He immediately plunged into the cavers of her mouth, savoring the semi-sweet taste of dark chocolate covered strawberries and cheese cake, two of his favorite sweets. He then ran his tongue along the length of hers, trying to coax her into taking part, also. She did, doing the same he had done to her as she moved her hips slightly to move closer, causing L to moan loudly. Startled, she quickly pulled away and stepped back, looking up at him worriedly. "N-no…y-you didn't hurt me…p-please…"
Moriko glanced down, noticed his 'problem' and blushed furiously. She saw the desperation in his lust clouded eyes and, without a word, stepped closer to him once again and gently ran her fingertips over the length of his arousal. He groaned pleasurably and felt his knees weaken. 'With just a feather-light touch…this feels much better than doing it myself.' "Uhn…M-Moriko…" Gaining a bit more confidence she pushed him onto one of the built in benches, kneeling in front of him. She looked up at L, who was panting and staring down at her through half-lidded eyes, before stroking her hand over his length gently and slowly. His breathing hitched in his throat and he breathed a moan, his eyes closing of their own accord. "A-ah…p-please, m-move fas-ster ohh…" She blushed at the tone of desperate, unfulfilled desire in his normally monotonous voice before complying, wrapping her hand around him and quickening her pace. L's legs spread apart of their own accord, his mind a tangled mess of pleasure induced thoughts and the floods of ecstasy crashing over him. He moaned loudly, thrusting into her hand as each stroke sprung him to life.
'Sh-she has to stop…I-If she doesn't-' He put a hand on hers firmly, halting its movement as he tried to replenish his lungs with much needed oxygen. Moriko glanced up at him, worry and embarrassment written very clearly across her flushed face. 'Maybe I didn't do it right…I-I'm sorry, L-kun…' After his breathing had become closer to normal he gently moved a lock of ebony hair out from in front of her eyes with his index finger, "I do not believe it is very fair of me to be so…selfish? Perhaps it would be better for me to share these feelings …wouldn't you agree, Moriko-chan?" He smiled shyly, trying to ignore the very prominent arousal he now had, throbbing almost painfully with every beat of his heart. She blushed intensely, looking somewhat frightened for a moment before she thought to cover it.
"U-um…o-okay," she said, nodding once before she stood, covering her chest and looking away, waiting for him to move. L stood as well, taking her hand and leading her out of the shower and handing her a towel to dry off with. She took it without looking at him, rubbing the water droplets from her skin as he did the same. They then proceeded into L's bedroom, a rather well lit, large room with a very luxuriously decorated king-sized bed against the wall furthest from the hallway. Making her way over to the bed, she climbed onto it carefully before sitting against the headboard, her hands fidgeting nervously in her lap. L sat beside her, suddenly feeling very guilty as he watched her try to hold together. 'I know she was assaulted in the past…perhaps this is too much for her…' Glancing over at him, Moriko saw the remorseful look on his face and sighed. "I-It's okay, L-kun…I-I'm just…nervous. You haven't pressured me into anything…" Her voice trembled slightly with what L was sure was a combination of fear and excitement, not that he could blame her. This was his first experience also, so he was just as anxious about it.
"You know that I will not force you to do anything…" he said gently, cupping her cheek in his hand as he kissed her softly on the lips. She nodded and, after a moment, laid back onto the pillows, her black hair a halo around her head. L felt his heart jump at the sight; carefully and slowly, he then crawled on top of her so his body hovered over hers with both hands on either side of her head. "Do not worry…if you wish to stop then tell me. You will never be forced by me…ever," he whispered, kissing her forehead. She nodded, her small body shaking as she clutched at her hair, twirling it relentlessly around her fingers. He leaned down closer, kissing her again, softly yet passionately to show he meant every word. His hands explored her body, running over each curve and caressing each and every inch of skin he could reach as their tongues danced together. 'Her skin is so soft…I didn't think anything could feel this smooth beneath any touch,' he thought as he began to remove her towel, looking her in the eyes to make sure it was okay. She blushed more and nodded, saying that it was alright to continue. L felt his entire body heat and throb as his eyes scanned over her naked body, remembering each and every curve, detail, and…scar? He gently ran his finger over a rather large scar cutting across her shoulder, looking at it with a troubled expression.
"He gave that to me…a long time ago," she muttered, covering it up with her hand as she looked away. "Please don't look at it…I know it makes me look hideous, but-" She was suddenly cut off as L kissed her, moving her hand away gently with his own.
"It does not make you hideous…If anything, it," he said quietly, leaning down and covering the scar with feather light kisses," makes you even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined." He gave her a small smile, watching as her eyes began to swim with tears and she smiled back at him.
"You truly are odd… but I think that's what I love most about you." She leaned up and kissed him, pressing her body against his. "I-I remember you saying something about sharing the feelings…correct?" L flushed red as he felt her bare chest against his own, smirking playfully before continuing his previous actions. His hands now ran over bare skin and forced the woman beneath him to shiver slightly.
"Yes…I do believe I said something to that effect earlier…" he said playfully, his hands caressing the sensitive skin on her sides as he kissed her neck. She leaned her head to one side, giving him better access. Her entire body was flushed and trembling as the new sensations began to overwhelm her senses. She was a virgin in the greatest sense, meaning she had not ever touched herself in any way before, and being so intimately close to someone was both exciting and frightening. L gently ran his hand up her thighs, caressing tenderly, before stopping just an inch away from her own arousal. Panting lightly, she surprised both L and herself by grabbing his hand and pulling it closer, spreading her legs a bit. Understanding what she meant by her silent pleas, he blushed darkly and kissed her harder, gently stroking her already slick womanhood with his thumb.
"A-ah…" Moriko gasped, her breathing erratic and chest heaving as she fought back the moan that threatened to escape her lips. Disappointed that she was still trying to remain composed, he slipped his index finger into her opening and picked up the pace of his stroking. The body beneath him forced itself to remain still as he entered a second finger into it, pumping them in and out at a slow pace. She bit her lip hard, clutching tightly at the sheets of L's bed as a whimper escaped her throat. L's arousal throbbed painfully, the sounds of her pants, whimpers, and stifled moans driving him nearly insane. "L-kun, p-please…" she moaned out, moving her hips away from his questing hand and kissing him, needy and passionate. Realizing what she meant he nodded, carefully positioning himself between her thighs.
"Moriko…" He gently touched the side of her face, "Are you sure you want to do this…?" She nodded, leaning into the affectionate touch and grasping his hand with her own.
"I can endure any pain if it means being closer to you, L-kun…" L felt his heart swell with love, and he leaned forward and touched his forehead to hers.
"I promise I will be gentle…Do you trust me?" he asked, his voice calm and soothing to the nervous girl beneath him. Moriko sighed shakily and nodded once.
"Yes…please, just go on…" Resting his head on her shoulder, he entered her quickly, sheathing his length within her. A cry of pain escaped her throat, tears sliding down her cheeks; she had never imagined it to hurt that badly. L stayed still within her, allowing her to adjust from the foreign intrusion as he softly kissed away her tears.
"I-I'm sorry…" he mumbled, forcing his body to remain still. The feeling of her around him was intense, almost more than he could bear. It took every ounce of self control that remained in him not to move. 'I will not make this a painful experience for her…' After a few moments she moved her hips up toward his slightly, telling him that she was ready. Drawing a deep breath, he thrust into her at a slow, steady rhythm, groaning at the amazing feelings that were flooding him. They moved together, perfectly in sync, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle.
"F-faster…A-ah! Please, L-k-kun…" Moriko moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. He complied, moving into her more quickly and at a different angle as he quickly learned what felt best to her. Just one of the many perks of being a detective: you pick up on details and effects quickly. Her inner walls tightened around him once, twice as she released, her breathing no more than light gasps as her nails bit into the flesh of his shoulders. "L, I-I can't…hold on-" L silenced her with a kiss, knowing he was reaching his limit also. He thrust once more, his seed spilling into her at the same moment she met her limit the third time, moaning his name loudly into the kiss. He felt his head spin dizzily as the world seemed to erupt around them, every nerve in his body screaming and raging like a wildfire as waves of pleasure crashed over him. L moaned her name softly, almost a whimper, before their climaxes ended. Feeling completely spent and exhausted, he withdrew from her and collapsed on top of her, both panting heavily.
"…I can certainly tell you…I never imagined that happening to someone like me. It was indeed very enjoyable…Thank you, Moriko," he whispered into her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist securely and rolling over onto his back so she was lying on his chest.
"I should thank you…I never even imagined something like this…" She leaned down and kissed him gently, resting her head on his chest. Worn out from the release of pent up tension, they both found themselves nearly asleep. "I love you, L-kun…"
L smiled gently, stroking her hair before murmuring, "L Lawliet." Moriko looked at him, confused, before fully understanding exactly what he'd just said. She sat up a little, looking down at him almost surprised.
"Your name…but…why? Your alias is your shield…Why tell someone what your real name is? I'm not KIRA, but what if he were to capture and torture me until I told?" She sighed, thinking a moment, before realizing what he was thinking as well. That what she had just said made no real sense. He pulled her back down onto him, rubbing her back gently as his other hand twirled her soft, black hair around his fingers. "But why? …Why tell someone like me your true name?" He held her to him tightly, kissing her forehead.
"Because…I love you, too." He kissed her fully on the lips, not with passion or lust, but with love, and Moriko felt it. 'I know it is dangerous for anyone to know my real name…It was also dangerous for me to be in public, or to get close to anyone. But you…you drew me closer without my even knowing. I didn't mean to, but I fell in love with you…that's why. With this, I'm telling you that I trust you with my life…No, with my heart, my soul, everything.'
"Lawliet…" She smiled, nuzzling her cheek against his neck gently. 'This is a trust he's never placed in anyone else but me…I can understand how I fell in love with him, but for him to love me this deeply in return…' Then, she remembered what Matsuda had asked earlier that week. '"Do you ever wonder what L stands for?"' Moriko smiled then, "Love…" L looked at her with mild confusion on his face, though both of them were on the brink of sleep. "L is for love…" He smiled lovingly at her, kissing her one last time before he fell asleep, knowing that his love would not be far behind.