[Bonus]Lemons Aren't Just Fruit [Bonus]

Hello dear, Aza here. I doubt I really need to do this after the rating change but here's your warning. There's a lemon here for you as requested by someone mentioning how there weren't many lemons with LxOC on FF.

We were on another case, but I was currently too out of it to really pay attention to anything but the back of L's head. He was eye deep in information, scouting diligently for any irregularities and I…

Well, I was immensely frustrated and knew I would be no help in my current state.

"Chisuzu." L started and I zeroed in on his voice, my ears nearly flickering like those of my four legged friends. It had been a year since the solving of the Kira case and my relationship was L had progressed plenty in every sense but the physical.

This was where I paused, unknowing was I to any sexual experience he may have, so I had started slowly and gained his trust and affection. In a way, I felt I may have move at a pace too slow but it could also be my sexual frustration talking.

"Yes?"

"Did you want to say something? You've been staring at me for about ten minutes now." His voice, to an outsider, was nonchalant and casual but I had learned better. The problem was I didn't know if he knew the full extent of my need.

"You're a smart man, L. You tell me." My crankiness was only the tip of the iceberg. Yes, I had been raised into a lady and all the things and traits my mother had felt required; proper. It didn't stop me from having the ability to desire a man.

And, dammit, I wanted L.

"I actually had a question for you." His words used to only be pleasant yet now I nearly hung on his every word, his voice sultrier in tone; more appealing in frequency. It affected me so strongly, my body's immediate reaction was to act as though I had been doused in cold water or left out in the winter. I was lucky to wear so many clothes on a regular basis to hide the hardening of my nipples and the goose bumps prickling along all the skin with just his voice.

Just his voice and I was the only one who appeared outwardly affected.

"Fire away."

"You're very much like a cat in habit and, in some ways, appearance. Tell me, did you also inherit a heat cycle?" His words never wavered. No nervousness, no shudder of discomfort.

Nothing.

"You would think so, but humans all have their own wiring, typically independent of one another until synchronized, in a manner of speaking. Cats are more run by animal instinct, whereas humans…perhaps the closest feeling to it is one's impulsiveness."

"I see. You haven't really been listening to what I've been saying in regards to the case." He muttered, the presence of logic hovering irritatingly. I didn't want him to think.

"You've been hearing it but it goes through one ear and out the other. You seem much more distracted than any other instance I have seen you in." He continued and I just listened, focusing on the tone of his voice. I could decipher the feeling and pattern as his, one of musing while amused.

Or teasing but it didn't seem as like him and I grew worried again, like every other time my thoughts came to this possible conclusion.

L may not have an interest in me sexually. To him, kisses and cuddles may be enough, but I wanted him to touch me and make love to me. The only thing stopping me was this newly haunting fear.

I felt myself stand and approach him, the reluctance of each step the only proof of my insecurity. My eyes were clouded, I knew. It was the only part of my face I had never completely taught how to lie.

When he climbed out of his chair, I felt a surge of something in my chest but did not know how to refer to it. It seemed like something along the lines of anticipation and anxiety.

Unlike mine, his dark eyes gave away nothing of his thoughts, irking me. When he drew nearer, I felt breathing become more difficult, my body leaning towards his without me controlling it. From this proximity, I could catch the faintest scent of soap, coffee, and fruit.

The sensation of warmth not my own glided to my cheek, caressing and I leaned into the feeling. The next was a more familiar feeling of his lips on mine soft and inviting. I greedily accepted, pressing myself closer to him as I craved more. As much as I enjoyed kissing him, right now it was more like a salve. The electricity of our chemistry had, at first, intrigued him and now I would use it as a lure.

I drew us gradually backwards towards the couch, succeeding without injuring one or both of us with luck and scraps of memory.

Every once in a while, when we were lounging together or on a case, L would sometimes touch me. He'd draw circles idly on my knee, back of stomach without even knowing he was doing so. Or maybe he knew and was just enjoying the feeling as much I did.

Perhaps this was what had encouraged him to dexterously remove my yukata without stopping to see what he was doing. To the less experienced hand, doing this without looking can be nearly impossible, but L had proved something many a time.

His habits may seem odd at times but he was good with his hands. I'd watched him examine things before with envy laden eyes.

L may have been raised to be a gentleman, but after a time his kisses had grown to be more demanding, his hands gripping at the flesh of my hips to guide me back while keeping me close, only roaming when we eventually reached the couch.

He reluctantly pulled away, eyes half lidded and darker when I hadn't thought it possible. I took a moment as he hovered over me, catching his breath as I ran a hand over his cheek and up into his hair. L had somehow managed to regain his breath before me after he'd removed his shirt, and had placed kisses down my neck, starting from my ear. I arched towards him more at every kiss he feathered down my torso, his hands on my breasts, fingers tracing over and around my nipples.

This had been more than I had originally expected from him as L was not one to have a knack for things physical.

Aside from fighting.

Maybe there was something about it I hadn't really considered, but I didn't care as long as he kept at it. It was the lighter touches that sent shivers and tremors of pleasure over me, like his hands ghosting down the skin encasing my ribs and along my hips…before stopping.

My clothes were typically harder to get out of and usually warm enough to wear. I also didn't have a knack for wearing anything underneath. He stood for a moment, but I was cold the second he pulled away. Thoughts weren't really something I was capable of now and I found myself not caring why he had gotten up (even though it was for the greater good of removing the rest of his clothes) all I knew was he and I weren't touching anymore.

"L." His name came out in a whimper and he didn't give me enough time to complain as he came back, pulling me into a kiss as he urged me into to his lap. I complied immediately and straddled him, focusing on the feel of his skin under my hands. Only while touching him, could I tell he was stronger than he looked without witnessing his fight with Light that day over a year ago. My breath hitched when I felt his erection at my thigh and I moaned when his mouth closed over one of my nipples, toying with my body the way he did his food.

My hips grinded against his, reflexively, as I grew more needy so close to what I wanted. Who I wanted. It had been years since I felt this way and I indulged in the high, a surge of endorphins running through me.

His eyes met mine again and neither of us said a word. Without breaking eye contact, one of his hands moved tentatively to the apex of my thighs and I gasped and bucked my hips when I felt the rough pad of a finger slide over my sex to my clit, testing my wetness.

An ache started where he'd touched, demanding fulfillment.

L's eyes questioned mine as I felt him at my entrance. Locking my thighs on either side of him, I gripped the couch and his shoulder before sinking onto his length.

Pain stilled me for only a few seconds as it had been a long time since I'd had sex. Large hands latched onto my hips again to stop me, and I knew he'd seen my pain.

"I'll be fine." I breathed with my head on his shoulder, sinking lower as he let out a low moan, nails digging into me.

Our pace was slow for a while at first, but then this floaty heat in my abdomen was becoming too much, I needed a release. As we moved against one another, I remembered feeling fascinated again, this time for his stamina. Then he hit a bundle of nerves somewhere and I was gone, my body reeling in spasms of pleasure.

He kept moving as I came, and without really meaning to, I bit his shoulder as the intensity of my release became too much.

When he followed after me, I nuzzled my face into his neck; sated and happy. Soon after, we cuddled on the couch, L having pulled down a blanket from it back and over our bodies. He kissed my forehead and I remembered my question.

"Have you done that before?"

"Yes, once." When I stared at his now sleepy face, his gave me a mischievous little smile.

"A story for another time, I think." L muttered, kissing me once more before sleep overtook us both.