Chapter 21

Watari made sure there was a tray of snacks and coffee in the extra bedroom he proposed to force L into. He wished he could fly Christine here, if even for just a day so L could remove himself from Kira for just a few hours, but he knew even he couldn't go that far. L wouldn't want the possibility of his relationship with her being known by anyone on the outside, it would be dangerous on so many levels, but what he was going to do was the next best thing. He hoped L would relax while talking to her, take himself away from this horrendous case long enough to give him some relief from the incredible tension and depression that had befallen him. He knew that Light would be asleep by now, and as usual L would not be. This would be the only chance he'd have to make L leave his charge, with the promise that he would not leave the boy alone for a moment. Want could he possibly do asleep and handcuffed to Watari after all? He prepared himself for an argument anyway, but he was determined to win it.

L wasn't surprised when he saw Watari come into the room after he heard the soft knock, but he was surprised to note that he wasn't carrying anything or pushing a trolley. He was further surprised when Watari pulled out his copy of the key to the handcuffs and unlocked his side of them.

"What are you doing?" he asked trying not to wake Light next to him. He received no answer, and was further perplexed when he watched Watari connect the handcuff to the headboard. Watari then took his arm and pulled him up from his normal sitting position so that his feet hit the floor and he was forced to stand up.

"Watari what is the meaning of this, I don't understand what you're doing!"

"I'd rather we discuss this outside of the room so that we do not wake Light." Watari answered and pulled him out of the door into the hallway. L was beginning to get furious and Watari could feel it coming off of him in waves.

"Please explain why you have pulled me away from my suspect, you know I have to keep 24 hour surveillance on him!"

"L, at the moment he is asleep and not doing anything suspicious. I will go back in there in just a moment and keep an eye on him while you take a much-needed rest

"That is not possible and you know why." L snapped and turned back to the room. Watari's hand grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"What I do know is that if you do not take a few moments and gather yourself and your thoughts you will be useless to this case and will completely burn out. I have set up a few things in the next bedroom, and turned off all surveillance and microphones. I am asking you, please, L to just step away for a few moments. Nothing is going to change within the next half an hour or so, and I will keep an eye on Light for as long as you wish."

L opened his mouth to argue again but he saw the set look in his guardian's features, and the look in his eyes told him it would probably not do any good to do so. He felt it would be better to acquiesce for a short time and get it over with rather than to prolong it by arguing. The faster he did this the faster he'd get back to Light; not that it seemed to make any difference right now anyway. He sighed and looked towards the room Watari was leading him to.

"Alright, but I won't be away for long. And you must let me know of anything that Light may do immediately."

"Yes, ofcourse I will. Oh and, you may want to pick up the phone that's lying on the bed and say hello." Watari said, a sly smile gracing his face. L looked at him confused, his head to one side, but Watari merely went back into the bedroom to watch over Light without another word. L sighed and opened the door to the other bedroom, walked in and closed the door behind him. Seeing the trolley on the side of the bed he understood why Watari had been without it when he had come into the other room. He wandered over to it, and sat down on the bed while deciding what he wanted to eat. It was then he remembered the phone. He looked around the bed and found Watari's cell phone lying on the pillow. He picked it up with his thumb and forefinger and held it to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked into it. He then heard familiar light laughter and his entire body welcomed the sound.

"My you sounded absolutely frightened of who might be on the other end of that phone!" Christine laughed again. "Did you think Watari had hooked you up to something frightening?" he drank in the sound of her voice as if he were a sponge. It was so welcome to him, a voice that was so far away from the unholy mess he was in the middle of, and yet so close to him.

"L?" she questioned when he didn't answer right away." Are you all right? You're not angry are you?"

"Oh no, far from it now that I understand everything. How are you Christine, it's been a long time."

"I'm fine, the boys are fine although missing you terribly as usual. On the nights you used to address the class, they get together up here and have a round table on the case. Trying to figure out what's going on, what you're doing via the newscasts. L its frightening to hear so many people are on Kira's side. Politicians, world leaders, police agencies as well as the normal masses." She heard him sigh deeply.

"I know. It's because they fear him. He can so kill so indiscriminately and so easily. And I'm no further ahead after months of this, it seems so useless sometimes. Please apologize to the children for my not talking to them weekly anymore. I just haven't been able to get the energy to do it."

"I will tell them, but I am sure they realize it is because you are busy. For right now, I don't want you to think about it anymore.."

"I can't not think about it, Christine, I have to find an end to this."

"No one knows that more than I do, L. But despite your beliefs otherwise you are human. And no human can withstand this constant pressure for this amount of time without some kind of outlet without consequences." L smiled at the phone.

"Is this my doctor giving me medical advice?" he asked.

"Yes, and your lover." She heard his sudden intake of breath and knew she had struck gold.

"And as your doctor has told you that you need to relax, your lover needs to work on helping you do that. Isn't it convenient that you have them both rolled into one?" They laughed together for a few moments

"Well as my doctor your advice is duly noted. However, as my lover, at this distance, there isn't very much you can do about it."

"Ah, but that is where you're wrong, my dear. But first, I need you to physically relax, put your mind in a state where what I am going to do is going to work better and you'll be more accepting of it. I know Watari has prepared you things; I want you to get as comfortable as you can. Have some coffee; eat something really yummy, stretch out those legs because I know you have them bent up to your neck and concentrate on breathing deeply. Set the phone on speaker so I can talk to you while you eat." Intrigued deeply by what she could possibly have in mind, L set the phone on speaker and placed it on the pillow. He then poured himself coffee as instructed, found a large slice of cheesecake covered in his beloved strawberries and sat back against the headboard, stretched out his legs, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He then began to eat, listening to Christine's voice as she told him about happenings at the orphanage, new children that had come in, Mello's newest near disaster and the fact that she believed Mello and Matt were a bit closer than best friends. At that revelation L stopped chewing and thought for a moment, head cocked to one side.

"That would be an interesting turn of events indeed," he said," It doesn't change anything ofcourse, but it may help them working together in the future."

"They haven't really told me, but the signs are pretty obvious. I think they are concerned about what you may think about it." L shrugged.

"Why would I think anything about it? If that's what makes them happy.."

"I'll figure a way of letting them know that, I'm sure that will relieve them. Speaking of relieving, how are you feeling?" L was surprised to realize that he had indeed relaxed. His shoulders had relaxed enough so that he could feel they had lowered, he no longer had to force his legs to be straight on the bed, and he was leaning against the headboard, not sitting completely straight on the bed, as he had been earlier.

"I must admit that this has relaxed me a great deal." Christine smiled at the phone and took another sip of wine. She'd figured she needed it to get L through this, and had the whole bottle sitting next to her, but so far he hadn't fought her about anything. But what she was about to propose might not be so easy. Although once he had always been eager for new experiences after the first time, coming to her with new things he'd either read about or seen on the internet. Even a few that she promised would only end up in traction for someone, so perhaps he wouldn't be so against it.

"Alright. Now, promise me that you will not argue with me, that you will listen to what I'm proposing." L finished his coffee and placed it on the trolley.

"Well I promise to listen. Whether or not I agree…."

"That's something anyway." She took a deep breath, "L, I want you to take your clothes off." She heard utter silence for a while and then finally his voice came through.

"Am I allowed to ask why?"

"You'll be more comfortable and more relaxed that way for the rest, I assure you," she lowered her voice into a quieter tone, "If it helps, you can imagine I'm doing it for you as I sometimes do."

"Imagine…"

"Close your eyes, and remember what it is like when we are together. Imagine that is what is happening now. We are together in your room, my fingers are moving down the front of your shirt until they reach the hem. Now my hands grasp the bottom and began to pull the shirt up and off, over your head." L suddenly felt his face flush, all the way down his neck, and heat in other places.

"Christine this is…if you're doing what I think you're doing…I've never."

"There were other things you'd never done before you met me as well. The situation gives us the opportunity to try something new. Are you up for it?" L looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans and cleared his throat.

"I suppose you could say that. It has been a very long time since we have been together." Christine sighed with relief. This was going to be easier than she had thought.

"Then let me pull that shirt off." She said and she could hear the sound of him moving over the phone.

"Alright, it's off," he said and she could hear the difference in his voice, nervous almost like the first time, but heated as well. "Now what?"

"Now I want you to lie down on the bed, your head on the pillow and move the phone as close to your ear as possible. Move your hands over your chest as I do, imagine I am dragging my fingers down your chest, fingers finding your nipples and rolling over them, pinching them, rolling them until they're nice and hard."

L closed his eyes, hardly believing he was doing this, but knowing he needed it so badly. He allowed his hands to follow her instructions, remembering how she would do that to him, imaging his fingers were hers and he moved them over his chest, rubbing his nipples and pinching them until they began to stand up, hard and erect. He heard himself moan quietly as his mind brought there nights together vividly into view.

Christine was pleased to hear him moan quietly so soon, it only proved to her how badly he needed this.

"Now I'm moving down to your stomach, moving my fingers down to your jeans. I'm unfastening them running my hand quickly over the front, pulling the zipper down and not resisting the urge to palm you through the fabric, seeing how ready you are for me before pulling them down over your hips and down your legs so you can kick them to the floor." She could hear his breathing begin to increase and another moan escaped him as he followed her words, all the while with his eyes closed, imagining it was she.

"I am taking you in my hands right now, and I'm beginning to stroke you slowly with one hand. I put my tongue on the tip, and slowly lick around the head, dipping my tongue into the slit so I can taste you, and then I engulf you completely into my mouth as I continue to stroke you, my other hand gently cupping your balls and rolling them into my palm." L groaned loudly then, his hand copying her words, his thumb rubbing the tip as his mind told him it was her tongue doing that to him, his mind totally taking over and making him feel she was with him right now, to the point where he could smell her perfume.

"As I'm taking you deeper into my mouth your hips thrust you against the back of my throat as I try to swallow you down, feeling every inch of you as you slide down slowly, the muscles in my throat massaging you gently." With that his hips did just as she said, and thrust himself deeper into his hand, which began to move against his cock as her throat would, in pulses of varying strengths, making him cry out.

"L, as I take you in faster and deeper, I want you to come for me, I want you to release deep into my throat, I want to taste you L." Christine heard the reaction from him with those words and hoped Watari was far away or he would have heard that too. She couldn't help but smile at her success.

"Oh, God Christine I can't…I'm…"

"Come for me now, L. I'm waiting to taste you."

With those words the ball of fire that had been growing in his stomach flared into a huge eruption and exploded through him with a force he'd never known, and with a loud cry of her name he came, his entire body shaking from the power of it, his head slamming into the pillow while his other hand had left his balls and clawed at the covers of the bed.

Christine continued to talk to him softly as he came down slowly, his breathing came back to normal and his shaking stilled. She suddenly heard him chuckle.

"Are you okay?" she asked finally.

"Other than feeling like I lost every muscle in my body I guess I am." He said and laughed again.

"I'm sure you'll feel wonderful in a few moments." She said.

"I already feel wonderful, and relaxed and…even tired. "

"Good. Take a nap, I'm sure Watari won't mind. You just lie there and continue to relax." She heard him take a deep breath. He picked up the phone and took it off speaker.

"I don't really know what to say, but no one has ever given me such a gift. Thank you."

"No need to thank me. As your doctor I prescribed it, as your lover I did it. Now go to sleep."

"I think I will. For a little while. Good night, Christine."

"Good night, L. Sleep well." She heard the phone click and she lay back on the bed, a smile adorning her face. She did it, and he was better for it. And before she knew it, she herself had fallen asleep, sated herself in the knowledge that L was probably going to get the best sleep he'd had in a long while.