Cooking with Light:
L stood hunched over the kitchen side, looking intently at the cook book. Light stealthily sneaked towards him and slid his arms around L's waist. L gasped in shock, then turned his head to face Light. "What's up Yagami?" He asked, smiling. Light squeezed tighter, feeling the heat coming off his boyfriend's lithe body, "Nothing much, ready to do some baking?"
L smiled wider, "Of course, what did you want to cook?" he asked Light, knowing exactly what his answer would be. Lights eyes narrowed and his forehead crinkled, L loved it when he thought, and he just hoped he wasn't plotting anything. "I think you can pick!" Light exclaimed and pulled away from L.
L placed his thumb on his mouth, musing over the various cake options that appeared in his head. "I think," he started, "we should make a chocolate cake." Light smirked, he had expected nothing less of L. "I'll get the flour and stuff out then," Light said, reaching for a cupboard.
L's brow furrowed, "You, Light Yagami, can bake?" He asked, confused and bemused in equal measure. Light turned bright red and turned away, "My sister insisted on help with cooking one day, and I well, I just picked it up!"
L reached his hand to put it on Lights shoulder, "You have hidden depths Light, who knew you had a soft side!" He giggled and soon he was on the floor, a hysterical white blur on the floor. But forgetting the handcuffs, Light had been dragged down too, and he had brought with him the bag of flour. Light fell heavily on L's floured body, he started coughing. L started to laugh even harder when he opened his eyes and saw Light surrounded by a cloud of white, heavily stained with flour. Tears started to roll down his face as the giggling intensified with Lights anger. Heavily breathing L was yanked to sitting on the floor as Light reached for a tea towel. Slowly L composed himself, then lost it when he saw Light still had an almost ethereal white hair and clothes. "Yagami!" He coughed/laughed out, "you look like an angel!" Light narrowed his eyes angrily but his anger dissipated as soon as L reached up and kissed him. He could taste the dry flour and the cake L had eaten minutes before his arrival. Light leaned forward and lay on top of L, their Lights tongue dancing inside L's mouth. Light could feel his and L's breathing getting heavier, and his growing lust for him. Light reached over and stroked L's hair, he pulled back, breaking the kiss. L gazed at him lustily, "Not bad Light, not bad indeed." He motioned for Light to stand, they both did and attempted to deflour themselves. The mess was great, and Light knew his dad would be incredibly cross if he saw it. L, as if he had read Lights mind said, "I'll have Watari clean it up, or Matsuda. He'll never know." L's hand trailed lazily over Lights muscular torso and he watched as Light in took a sharp breath, his eyes closed in a passionate haze.
"Come on," L said, pulling firmly on the handcuff, "Lets go back to my room to get, cleaned up." L licked his lips and motioned with his finger for Light to follow.
*sometime later*
Matsuda walked into the terminal room, "Hi guys! Where's Light and L? Also, why is there flour all over the second floor?"