Disclaimer: Death Note is owned by writer Tsugumi Ohba and manga artist Takeshi Obata I sadly do not own any part of it except my original character Samantha Wammy if I did own Death Note L would have never died.

Authors Note: I'm sorry that this took so long and I'm sorry that it's a bit short I still hope that it's good though please read and review

L knocked on Samantha's door and waited with some apprehension. The detective knew this talk wasn't going to go very well he would just have to hope for the best. No matter how the ravened haired genius looked at it it's going to be difficult to make everyone happy. L let out a sigh as the door slowly opened and Samantha stood before him.

"Is coming to see me really so terrible that you have to sigh L?" Samantha wondered. "No, it's not I just have a lot on my mind" he explained. L walked past her and entered the room. "Please make yourself comfortable" Samantha told her fiance. "Thank you Samantha" L replied. He took a seat in an overstuffed armchair that sat in the corner of the room.

"I know that this isn't going to be easy" L began. "You could say that again" Samantha agreed. She took a seat on the bed. "I thought it best if we treat our marriage like a business arrangement" L stated. "Oh I see" Samantha replied. "No, complication or all the other inconveniences that come with relationships" L explained. "So what you are proposing is a marriage with no love?" Samantha inquired. "Yes, more or less it will just be a marriage of convenience since we will get to inherit Wammy House it will be a win win situation" the raven haired detective explained.

Samantha burst out into tears. "I see so we'll just be married for the sake of saving Wammy House and nothing more" she sobbed. "Is all of that emotional love stuff even necessary?" L asked. "It may not be important to you, but most women hope to be married to a man who loves them" Samantha sobbed. "Listen, I promise that I will take care of you that much I can do I wont mistreat you" L told her. "I know that" Samantha wept. "Good I'm glad that you do" L replied.

L got up and sat next to Samantha on the bed. "It wont be as bad as all that so please don't cry" he pleaded. "What about children?" she inquired. "What?" he blurted out. "It's only natural that I would want children eventually at some point" she told him. "Well there are plenty of children here we could adopt" he offered. "I see how it is" she cried. "What do you mean?" he wondered. "You don't plan on even touching me besides a loveless marriage you want to have a sexless marriage" she told him.

L took a handkerchief from the bedside table and began to wipe away Samantha's tears. "Is it really that important to you all of that romantic stuff?" he wondered. Samantha nodded her head in a form of an answer. "I see" he replied

L took Samantha's face in his hands and leaned in and kissed her slowly. What am I thinking he thought to himself. He pushed her back down on to the bed and began to trail kisses along her throat. His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they explored her body. "You see you don't need to love someone to do this" he whispered in her ear. Samantha then slapped him across the face with a resounding crack.

"How dare you mock my feelings I want you to get out" she cried. "As you wish" he said as he got up and walked to the door. L placed his hand on the door knob, but looked back at his fiance. "I really am sorry that I can't give you what you want" he said as he walked out the door. Oh boy I really messed up this time he thought to himself as he made his way back to his room. What should I do now? He wondered.