Light's Seduction

Hillie received another good morning text message promptly at 7:00AM. She wondered if he was attempting to aggravate her into submission or make her more compliant by keeping her from sleeping. It was astounding that he was not more tired from the late nights and early mornings. He even had to work in between while she could nap or relax by the pool. She had managed to take in a little site seeing but not much. But of course she was not here to see the sites. The knock on the door from room service got her out of bed. This time she grabbed her robe and had a tip waiting on the dresser. Thankfully the employee was a different person; it was a female. She was pleasant and friendly, bowing respectfully after receiving her tip. Hillie did not feel the need to follow her and double lock the door.

The flowers on her tray were white and pink orchids which were a painfully obvious sexual innuendo due to their resemblance to certain anatomical parts. The breakfast was waffles covered with strawberries and cream. Hillie could get accustomed to being spoiled like this. However, she remembered who was doing this and that he had an ulterior motive. He always had a hidden agenda. She sighed despondently feeling a heaviness settle in her chest. It was a shame really. She could fall in love with him if he were not the cold-blooded, insensitive, egotistical prick who had killed her brother. Throwing down her fork, she pushed the tray away because she no longer felt like eating. Lying down on the bed, she allowed her mind to wander. Her thoughts filled with Light Yagami bleeding and dying slowly in agony from wounds inflicted by her hands. She wanted him to suffer for what he had done; for what he had caused her to go through.

Hillie sighed noisily again with exasperation forcing herself up from the bed. There was no time to feel sorry for herself. She showered and dressed. When she was walking through the lobby, she stopped by the hotel concierge's desk on a whim to ask if there were any restaurants or bakeries who packed complete picnic lunches. The concierge was happy to inform her that the hotel restaurant provided that service.

An hour later, Hillie was waiting on the bench in front of the National Police Agency with a basket full of food for her impromptu picnic with Light. She was greeted with a kiss; a passionate, persistent kiss that made her pulse race and her heart beat madly. Reigning herself in took the whole walk to the nearby park where they spread a blanket under a shady tree and prepared to eat. There was an array of finger foods: tiny sandwiches, mini quiches, chocolate covered fruit, and even sushi. She willingly opened her mouth to allow him to feed her but only after she was able to feed him first.

They talked and laughed, throwing crumbs to the birds that gathered around them. They were both traversing a slippery slope that neither one had anticipated. Each one had to keep roping in their feelings like a stray calf at a rodeo. Hillie wanted vengeance; Light wanted carnal satisfaction. Their motivations were that simple and that selfish. He would be coming to her hotel room at eight. After their splendid lunch, he returned to work and she went back to the hotel. Instead of lounging by the pool today, she decided a little shopping would be in order.


Light did not disappoint her and he arrived promptly at eight. He appeared to be sincerely astonished and pleased when she answered the door in a red silk sleeping kimono with a green and gold dragon on it.

"What's this?" he inquired with an approving smile when she pulled him into the room.

"I thought we might stay in for the night. Relax a little. I don't want to wear you out too much. You're still in your first week at your new job. Dinner should be here soon," Hillie said and she had barely gotten it out of her mouth when there was a knock on the door.

Light opened the door since he was still standing within reach of it. He backed away, pushing her behind him to block her from the view of the male waiter's eyes.

Hillie gladly hid herself behind him when she saw it was the little creeper from the other morning. She held onto Light's crisply ironed crimson red button down shirt. Her eyes roamed down to his nicely shaped rear that was clad in black dress pants. Resisting the urge to reach down and give it a squeeze, she instead twisted her fingers into the silky soft fabric of his shirt. Wow, must be Egyptian cotton. 'What a stupid thing to be thinking right now,' she admonished herself, releasing the fabric and smoothing it down her hands.

"Are you ready to eat or would you rather pet me all night?" he asked, looking at her over his shoulder out of his peripheral vision.

"Mmmm, let me think," she murmured thoughtfully, laughing when he took her hand and pulled her toward the table where the food and wine had been laid out.

"Oh, very nice choice," he complimented when he saw the rare steaks and green salad.

Hillie knew practically every man on earth was a fan of a big slab of meat sitting on a plate. She cut into the barely cooked steak, watching each back and forth slashing movement of the knife with satisfaction as it sliced through the muscle fibers. The blood ran out and gathered beneath the meat in a thin watery pool. She brought the hunk of steak to her mouth, sighing loudly with fulfillment when the flavor flooded her taste buds. Moving her eyes from her plate to his face, she noticed the expression of rapt concentration held there.

"Are you okay?" he asked with a libidinous grin while his dark brown eyes continued to ogle her.

"It's really good. Try it," she encouraged him, wiping her mouth with her napkin. She turned her attention back to her plate because the steak was excellent.

Tonight the big attraction was coming after dinner, not during. When they were done with dinner, they took their wine glasses with them as they moved to the bed. Hillie turned on the television casually flipping channels until she found an old American movie. It was a black and white movie from the 1950s; one of those cliché romance movies where they live happily ever after and when the men kiss the women it looks as if they're hurting them. It was almost comical to watch since it had been voiced over in Japanese. When Light settled in beside her, propped in a half sitting up position against several pillows and the headboard, she snuggled into him and laid her head on his chest.

Light absentmindedly ran his fingers through her long, luxurious hair while blindly staring at the television screen. His vision blurred and his eyes fluttered shut. Forcing them back open, he tried to watch the movie. He knew he had been a little tired from sleep deprivation after being with her so much but he had no idea it was this bad. His eyes closed again, and this time he could not open them back up.

Hillie listened to his beating heart, the rhythm becoming a lullaby to her. She drifted off to sleep minutes after he did.


Hillie awoke with a start to find herself alone in the bed. She was warm and snuggled into the blanket he had laid over her. Her brain was rapidly running over last night's events. They had dinner and…nothing. She giggled maniacally. She could not help it. All that planning and preparation for nothing. They had both fallen asleep before even getting a kiss! Her morning text message arrived, and she grabbed the phone with anticipation making her belly quiver.

Had a blast 'sleeping' with you last night. It was the best five hours of my life! I will see you this evening at six.

Hillie smiled broadly holding the phone to her chest. She stared at the ceiling for a while then went back to sleep. She had the feeling she would need all the sleep she could get for tonight.


When Light arrived at five forty five, Hillie answered the door in nothing but her new sleeping kimono. He was early which had caught her off guard. She was too shocked to speak when he entered without a word, putting down the suitcase he held in his hand before locking both locks on the door. Fear seized her with its icy fingers tracing a path up her spine when he looked at her intensely with an undecipherable emotion in his eyes. Anger? Arousal? Frustration? Murderous intent? What the hell was it?

"Light?" she queried apprehensively.

Light stared at her breathing so heavily his shoulders were moving up and down. He grabbed her and pushed her backwards onto the bed while holding her.

Hillie released a loud grunt when he crashed down on top of her, his front teeth knocking against hers. She tried to scream when his mouth covered hers and his tongue thrust its way through her stubborn lips. She kicked and swung at him in useless attempts to hit him. All she managed to do was pull apart the kimono that had been loosely tied to reveal one of her breasts and her womanhood.

"Hillie," he moaned, moving his mouth from her lips straight to her breast.

"Light!" she screeched when he glued his mouth to the nipple sucking so hard it was almost painful. She groaned and writhed against him as his tongue and lips worked over her nipple until it was red and swollen.

Light sat up, straddling her waist to hold her down. He was very pleasantly surprised when her fingers went to his pants while he unbuttoned his shirt. She ferociously snatched off the belt and flung it away once it was unbuckled. Standing up, he quickly shed his pants while she pulled off the kimono.

"Oh, god, how beautiful," he gasped, staring at her completely naked body.

Hillie was just as enthralled with his body. She had expected a bony little nerd, but he had the body of a gymnast with smooth, supple yet powerful musculature. Her breath caught in her throat when he pushed her down on the bed and practically fell into her. She cried out his name from the unexpected violence of the entrance of her lover. It had hurt a little but the pain gave way to pleasure when he moved his hips and began to grind against her.

"Oh, Light, I want to feel all of you," she begged, yelping when he pulled back to the head and shoved into her hard.

"Hillie, I wanted you the first moment I saw you," he breathed into her ear.

That was a lie. He was disgusted by her like he always had been by most women. The fact that she was an American had only raised his immediate dislike of her. Now here he was happily thrusting into her and making both of them moan with mind numbing pleasure. Life can be strange sometimes.

Hillie opened her eyes to look at him. His eyes were squeezed shut with concentration like he was giving every physical sensation his full attention. She watched him as he pushed into her with a drawn expression of effort and determination on his face. Then when he was fully buried inside of her, his face relaxed and a slight smile tilted his lips. Oh he was gorgeous in the throes of passionate sex and she completely forgot who he was at this time. Right now he was her handsome lover who was driving her crazy with pleasure – nothing more and nothing less. Her hands glided over his light golden skin exploring his chest, arms, and back while he arched above her and continued to shove into her to bring her ecstasy she never thought possible.

Light was releasing enormous amounts of pent up frustration and sexual tension with each thrust into her willing, wanting body. He knew he would want her again. He would take her as many times as she allowed him to before she left him forever. The tightening began between his legs and he could feel it drawing close, getting ready to burst forth.

"Light!" Hillie yelled, digging her fingernails into his firm butt cheeks.

Light groaned long and loud then ejected into her, releasing deep inside her with each spastic thrust of his hips while the pleasure overtook him again and again. She could actually feel him unleashing his essence deep inside of her. Unfortunately, she still wanted more. She had yet to be satisfied. He seemed to know this and began placing tender kisses on her face while his hands covered her breasts. Kissing her and touching her exquisite breasts would be a great way to spend the time it would take for him to recover. It would also help speed the process along. Within minutes he was twitching and growing hard inside of her. Soon he was ready to go again and commenced to mercilessly pound her into the mattress until she was screaming his name. This cycle of sex continued all night long until their bodies were sore and exhausted.

Hillie stared out of the window at the gray light of dawn as Light's breath blew across her back in rhythmic puffs while he slept the deep refreshing sleep of the completely sexually satisfied. She had found herself cuddled in his arms and held tightly with her back against his chest after their long, furious sex session. Unable to extract herself from his secure and unbreakable embrace, she gazed sleeplessly out of the window at the coming day. Her brain was too busy working, planning, thinking. Alarm bells were going off so stridently and harshly within her brain she would swear she could actually hear them. They were warning her to stay on track; don't get distracted; and don't – DON'T, above all things, fall in love with her brother's killer.