Whipped Cream

LxLight

Disclaimer: We don't own L or Light or Death Note in general.

A/N I'm using WordPad today instead of Microsoft Word... stupid other computer. Oh well. On with the show~ Er... fanfic~

From the last chapter:

L still had a question. "Do... do you hate me?"

Now, the continuation:

"WHAT?" Light asked loudly, then lowered his voice. "No! Of course not!"

L blinked... Light didn't hate him. He smiled his awkward smile, happier now.

Now L had that adorable little smile, and he was so cute. "Um...It looks better," Light said, carefully resting a hand on L's cheek. "But I want to know, why would you think that I hated you?"

L hesitated, before replying, "Well, first you yelled at me, and then you hit me... that seemed like good enough proof."

"No...don't think that. I couldn't hate you, I don't think, even if I wanted to."

"Why not?"

"...Just...because." Light bit his lip.

So there was no reason. Then was it even that believable? L looked down again, knowing that he was about to go in a daze.

"You think I'm lying," Light said flatly.

"...Maybe..."

"L." Light grabbed the man's shoulders. "Look into my eyes. Do I look like I'm lying?"

L stared deep into Light's eyes. Why did those caramel-colored eyes comfort him so? "...No."

Light smirked, satisfied. "There you go, then."

L smiled the slightest bit; he could believe Light. And it took alot for L to believe someone.

"I believe we were in the middle of something...?" Light began hopefully.

"...You want to start?" L suggested.

"If you want me too," Light said, before pulling L toward him for a kiss.

L closed his eyes as he was pulled into the kiss.

Light liked it when L was in control, but hey, this was good too. Light pushed L against the wall.

L winced the slightest bit. Ow. But he didn't mind the pain so much.

Light drew back. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," Answered L, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm fine."

"That's good..." Light said awkwardly. To ease the tension (which maybe only he was feeling) he decided to make a joke.
"So, L, how do you feel about whips and such?"
Wow, what a FANTASTIC comment. Aren't you a comedian? His mind told him sarcastically. Because that was epic failage.
Light told that snide little voice to shut the hell up.

"..." L stared. "I... don't know." Twitch.

"Aha..." Light cleared his throat. L looked like a deer caught in the headlights of a car.

L struggled to get himself to calm down. "...Why?" He finally asked.

"It...was meant as a joke..." Light said hastily, all the while wondering now about L...and whips...
In short, even more innapropriate thoughts.

"...Oh." L stopped having his short spasm attack.

"Yeah. But you looked pretty freaked out," Light said after a moment.

"I didn't know it was a joke," L said, defending himself quickly.

"Oh, that's right, you take everything literally. But did it really bother you that much? The idea?"

"...I guess so. I don't really know why," Answered L with a shrug.

Well, it's not like I would do that anyway..." Light muttered.

L twitched the slightest bit again. Mental images.

"What if I was serious about it, though? And I wanted to? Would you?" Light asked him now.

A/N Mwahaha. I'm randomly ending it here. But... what do you think L's answer will be? (Or what do you want it to be? X3)