[Chapter Twenty-nine]

When you woke up, Light was already out of bed. You quickly slipped some clothes on and brushed your hair out before walking into the living room. Light was sitting on the couch, reading the newspaper—as always.

"Morning," you said, walking into the kitchen to get some tea.

"Good morning, beautiful. Happy birthday."

"Thanks," you said, kissing him on the cheek and taking a seat next to him.

"Take a look at this," Light said, holding up the front page of the newspaper.

On it's cover was a picture of you, smiling. It had been taken the previous day. The crowd around you held up signs that said 'Justice is served' and 'We love you, Kira'. The title was 'Happy Birthday, Tomomi."

"They have a short biography of your life written here."

"Touching," you said in a sarcastic tone.

Light folded the paper and set it down on the coffee table.

"Ready for the day ahead of you?"

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

What exactly was he planning?

"Good. Let's get going then."

When you got downstairs, Light went to the front desk. The man smiled, and handed him keys and two helmets. He waved goodbye to the man as he walked back towards you.

"What's this for?" you asked, when Light gave you a helmet.

"We can't drive around in a car anymore. They've got people waiting for us to leave the garage... and unless you want to buy a new car every time we have to go somewhere..."

"Oh. I understand."

"Besides... With helmets, they can't see our faces."

"Good call," you said, walking out into the garage. "But what exactly are we—"

And then you saw it. A shiny new black motorcycle.

Your first instinct was to laugh. The notion of Light Yagami driving a motorcycle was absolutely ridiculous. It wasn't his style—at all!

"You can't be serious," you said, walking around to admire the new piece of machinery.

"I'm completely serious." He stared back at you. You didn't dare laugh a second time.

"You know how to drive a motorcycle?"

"How hard could it be? Besides," he said, breaking a smile, "It should be fun."

"Alright then," you said, getting on the back and putting on your helmet.

You couldn't understand why things were always so easy for Light. He effortlessly drove the motorcycle out onto the road.

"So where are you taking me?" you asked.

"You'll see."

"Mysterious."

"Being impatient again, are we?"

"A little."

A few minutes later, you arrived at modern looking glass building. As soon as you parked, Light's hand took yours, and he led you inside.

"A spa?" you asked, as you came into view of the sign behind the front desk.

As soon as the receptionist looked up, she seemed to recoil in surprise.

"Bourne," Light said.

She was speechless for a moment, and Light repeated himself.

"Y-yes. Of course."

She quickly picked up the phone to call someone and explain the situation. A minute later, and about 10 well groomed people came rushing out to get you.

"I'll be back in three hours," Light said. "Enjoy yourself."

"I love you!" you called back, as you were ushered away from him.

In the time you spent at the spa, you were completely pampered. Your manicure and pedicure were done, along with your hair and makeup. When you were finally finished, every inch of your body felt clean and polished. You were ready to go when Light came to get you—excited for what was to come.

"Was everything perfect?" Light asked, as you walked out into the lobby.

"Yes. Absolutely perfect."

"Wonderful." He paid the bill, and led you out.

When you got back out to the motorcycle, Light quickly handed you your helmet. You put it on, and snuggled into Light's back as he drove out onto the road.

"Should I even bother to ask where we're going?"

"We're going back to the apartment for a bit," Light replied.

"Only a bit?"

"Then we're going to dinner," he said.

"Alright. I won't ask anymore questions."

He parked the motorcycle in the garage under your apartment building, and helped you off. When you got up to the living room, there were black boxes with red ribbons waiting for you on the coffee table.

"Light—" You paused, at a loss for words. "You didn't have to do this."

"I did it because I wanted to," he said, brushing your hair back and kissing you on the forehead.

"Thank you. You're far too good to me."

You pecked him on the lips before he could say otherwise. If there was one thing you could do to show him your thanks, it was to stroke his ego. You knew that nothing pleased him more.

"You haven't even opened them," he said between kisses.

"So?" you pressed your lips against his.

After breaking the kiss, he smiled down at you, and nudged you forward towards the gifts.

Carefully, you unwrapped the biggest box. Inside, you found a long, elegant black gown. The second box had a pair of matching shoes, and the smallest box contained a gorgeous necklace.

You turned back to Light, tears of joy in your eyes. You hugged him, unable to voice your emotion.

"I'm glad you like it," he said.

"Like isn't a good enough word."

You pulled away to look up at him. He looked so happy. You stood on your tippy-toes and kissed him.

"Listen," he said, after you had broken the kiss to hug him again. "Go pack up a bag to spend the night, and get dressed. Be ready in thirty minutes."

You nodded, and pulled away to go pack up. Getting dressed was easy, since your hair and makeup was already done and your outfit had already been picked out. You met Light back in the living room right on time, and he led you out to a car waiting in front of your building. The doorman put your bags in the trunk and you were off in about two minutes—but that didn't stop about a dozen photographers from taking your picture as you were leaving. You actually couldn't wait to see the pictures; Light in a tux, and you in a gown... it was perfect.

Light put his arm around you when you got into the car, and you snuggled up to him, enjoying how warm he was. You didn't mind if the car ride lasted a few hours—but unfortunately, it only took about fifteen minutes. You had pulled up at a luxury beach-front hotel, something that you were completely unaware New York had. Light guided you out of the car and into the hotel restaurant. After a lovely dinner, Light pulled you out onto the dance floor. The other couples dancing immediately cleared out of the way—almost as if you were in a movie. It was surreal—better than being in a movie. You knew that they had stopped to watch was because they respected you.

Light danced just as well as you had expected him to—but as always, he surprised you with the risks he took... Which included dipping you dangerously close to the floor. You felt completely safe in his arms though, and followed him through every motion.

You left as soon as the song ended, and Light suggested a walk on the beach. The sunset was lovely. You left your shoes and gloves behind at the terrace, and Light left his own shoes, jacket, and bow-tie. You tied your dress up just as Light rolled his pants up to prevent them from getting sandy. When you got out to where the ocean was, you turned back to Light.

"I love you so much."

He smiled at you, and did something peculiar. He took your hand, kissed it, and got on one knee.

"Would you stay with me forever then?"

For the second time that day, tears welled in your eyes.

"Forever—yes."

You dropped to your knees to embrace him, no longer caring if your dress got a bit sandy.

"So would you be good enough to marry me?"

You were shocked. After a good minutes, you replied. "Yes—yes."

You wondered just exactly how long Light had been waiting to do this. You were of legal age now... so it was okay... but even so! Just how long had he put this off?

You felt something on your hand. Pulling away to look down, you saw a ring on your finger. You looked up at Light, smiled, and buried your head in his chest again.

After some time, Light picked you up and carried you back to the terrace. You both sat to put your shoes back on, and brushed sand off of your clothes. When you got up to your room, you were speechless.

It was huge.

You took your shoes off, and then turned back to gawk at the room.

You felt Light's hands rest on your hips, and you turned to place your own hands on his shoulders.

"This has been the best birthday that I've ever had. Thank you... so much, Light."

"You have saved the world from a murderer, and saved me from completely becoming that murderer. You shouldn't be the one thanking me."

You hugged him for about the bazillionth time that day.

"So..." said Light, his hands wandering down your back. "Is one more gift alright?"

You had been waiting for this moment since last night.

"Yesss," you breathed.

"It was worth the wait—I promise."

His lips pressed against the underside of your jaw, and you instinctively tilted your head back, encouraging him to kiss every inch of your neck. You pushed off his jacket before he could even reach your collarbone. He broke away to run his hands from your waist to the hem of your gown before slipping it over your head. Light's eyes stayed locked on your own—there was a certain intelligence there... something wise. Something that knew exactly what you wanted to feel.

He easily scooped you up and carried you to a luxurious bedroom. Light set you down gently, and ran his hands over your body—instantly giving you goosebumps. Your fingers worked at his shirt buttons, and his own hands worked at his belt. You climbed under the covers once Light was free of clothing—and he removed your undergarments with expert's speed.

You hugged Light to you, longing for your skin to touch his. He let you hold him and ran his hands over your back, soothing you. You eventually let go of him, giving into his touch. You hadn't wanted the moment to end—it felt like if you let him go, you might lose him. You could never let that happen.

Picking up on your feelings, Light stayed close and kept his arms around you. He went slow, letting your pleasure build over time. Your eyes didn't leave his, even as you reached climax. He didn't stop until you were shaking in his arms and felt dangerously close to fainting. Light slowed down right on queue though, allowing you just enough time to regain your senses and for the emotions to stop. Not a second after they did, Light started up again—this time faster than before.

When emotions rushed through you again, Light slowed down to an easy pace—letting your second climax fade quickly. No matter how slow Light went, pleasure pounded through you—every slow second making you think you would climax again.

You moaned his name—and screamed it after he had kept you so close for so long. You felt your nails dig into his back when he finally let it happen. Emotions beat through your head and burst through your body. The world was spinning around you, and dizziness set in. Light didn't stop until you were seeing stars, and thoroughly disoriented. Your body went limp—too exhausted to even quiver. Light's arms brought you into him, helping you regain your sense of direction. Light stroked your hair back.

"Oh—Light—I love—you."

You fell asleep without even trying. You could have sworn that you heard him chuckle at your last comment.

[Shorter than usual... I know. But I may post Chapter Thirty early... so!]