I am SO sorry this took so long to get out. I'm not sure why, but this chapter was very difficult for me to write…if this were an anime, this would be a filler episode with some sappy fluff. Which isn't all that bad. ::grin::

Well, uh, here, have another lemon! ::grins again::

Don't own Death Note.


She dreamt of standing beneath rain; warm, soothing as it fell upon her, the smell of earth pulling her into the heart of a complete calm.

His arms were around her shoulders from behind her, his rain-glazed lips pressed against that sacred spot of her pulse. His heartbeat was against her back, but it breathed through her ribcage and slowed, beating in time with her own.

Neither needed to speak. It was all there in the rain, in this protective embrace that fueled her with the life that she drank in from him.

Words were not needed when all she wished for was him, as warm and soothing as rain.


I've never seen you sleep this soundly before, Amelia…

L had been watching her for at least an hour by now, since the morning had passed and the room was graced with the light glow of afternoon. He had ambled out of bed after she drifted off in search of his clothes, pulled them on lazily and, so very cautiously, sat back down next to her flushed, sleeping body.

And he just…watched her. It was all that he could do, because he had never seen something so enthralling as a woman asleep next to him.

She was still bare, only partially covered by the white sheet, but her pale shoulders were gracefully covered with her hair that fanned over her profile. She unknowingly faced him, curled up on her side, her hands resting on her stomach and hip, but her face…

Peaceful. Soft. Fascinating.

Her most trusting state, all stretched out before him. L reached out, cocking his head to the side, and lightly traced the air above her face, down her neck, along her swelling chest and above the dip of her waist. Not touching, but studying her, taking careful calculation of each curve and slope that her body had to offer his eyes. His instinct told him to make sublime understanding of this woman, since there were so many aspects of this body that he still needed to grasp, but to stir her would interrupt his analysis.

So he imitated a touch; light, sensual, but all the while a secret to the sleeping girl.

Beautiful…

He took a deep breath and moved back up to her face, his fingertips hovering over her lips. Amelia shifted slightly in her sleep, but her face remained blissfully wrapped in a dream.

Her breasts were rising and falling with each slow breath she took. A sigh escaped her swollen lips, and L watched in absorption as she shivered, arched her back slightly, but slowly relaxed back into quiet slumber.

What do you dream of, Amelia?

Just as he reached out to brush her hair away from her eyes, Amelia moved again, her brow furrowed in light concentration as she curled her body closer to his. Her hand reached out for him.

And the second that L reached back out to catch her searching hand, her eyes opened.


Russe watched her twin brother with a sadness she was not supposed to have.

You're good at being happy, Russe. That's why he takes care of the moody part for you.

The apartment window was open, seating Arwen's lean form on the sill as he looked tiredly out at the city below. He had not spoken in hours. In fact, Russe could not recall him even looking at her since their older sister left.

He'll be fine.

Russe uncrossed her arms and distractedly pulled at the hem of her T-shirt, careful to make any noise to let Arwen know she was watching him. She had not done this in awhile: observed his mood swings, tried to make sense out of them because she could not feel them herself.

Usually.

Shit. I'm gonna thump her in the head the next time I see her.

Arwen tugged at the collar of his shirt and released a sigh. "You've been watching me for an hour, Russe?" he asked softly.

"Twenty-three minutes," Russe replied airily. "Any reason why you're not talking?"

"Isn't talking now good enough?" he said just above a whisper.

That was something about Arwen that Russe could never get used to. His depression leaked through his voice in a soft hushness instead of a boom. Seeing him raise his voice at Amelia had been a new one for him; it was a rare occasion that the boy ever yelled, since he normally depended on his disturbing quietness to get his point across.

Their sister had brought out that raw anger in a way that Russe never could. In an awful way, she was almost jealous, and concerned it with a twist of her lips into a grimace.

"I don't get it," she muttered. She took a step closer to him, flicking her choppy hair out of her eyes with agitation. "The second she leaves, you get all dark on me again."

Arwen did not acknowledge her words and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, gazing outside with wide eyes.

"It takes us years to actually find her," Russe continued, "and then once we manage to do it, you're more depressed than before. You make no sense. Even less sense than her."

"She would make more sense if you actually listened to her, Russe."

"You didn't answer my question."

"You didn't ask one."

Arwen hopped up off the windowsill and began walking to the kitchen, and Russe followed him closely with narrowed eyes. "Well, aren't you just a world-class gentleman, Arwen!" she said, waving her arms around thematically.

"And you're the maiden of wisdom, Russe," Arwen mumbled as he collected two mugs from the book-littered shelf.

Russe scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Of course I am, but you're not telling me something important, you nit." She jumped up onto the counter and sat directly in Arwen's way, but he maneuvered away from her and began preparing tea. "So, out with it," she urged.

Arwen glanced at her in annoyance out of the corner of his eye, but clenched his jaw and was silent. This only fueled Russe to press him harder with her interrogation and she peered closer at him. "Or just lie to me so that I can stop wondering why you're depressed all the time, Arwen."

Another mannerism that she was not used to; speaking quietly, personally. Russe had always been a whirlwind of sound and energy, flitting to and fro and not caring who she disturbed, but this…this was unlike her to such an extent that she nearly wished to stomp around and throw teacups against the wall just to have some routine back in her system.

Has she really changed you that much…?

Arwen paused in stirring the tea that he had poured from the kettle, staring straight ahead. His delicate profile seemed tense now, the muscles in his jaw set and stiff, but he inhaled shakily and they visibly relaxed. "Russe," he began quietly, "if our father makes it to the top of Yotsuba..."

Russe leaned back, her eyes widening at his statement. So that's what this is all about…

"And if Kira learns of Amelia…" Arwen turned his mournful eyes to Russe and took another breath. "Her name hasn't been changed in the system, Russe. How do we know that he won't get her before we have time…?"

Russe allowed her face to soften, her shoulders going slack. She reached out and rumpled Arwen's curly hair, one corner of her mouth raising in a forced smile. "Oh, shut up," she teased softly, "she'll be fine. She's a smartass, you know that. She'd give Mr. Kira a run for his money and kick him in the ass on his way out."

At this, her twin gave her a weary smile and fixed his disheveled hair with his palm. "You really think so?"

"Wouldn't have said it otherwise."

Arwen's smile slowly drifted off his lips as he gazed back down at the mug on the counter. "And what if you're wrong, Russe?" he whispered.

The question wrapped its spindly, cold arms around Russe's waist and held on tightly like a lost child. She could push it away, tell it to find someone else to cling onto, but it would still remain unanswered either way.

With another lazy smile, Russe turned around and walked away. "Oh, spit on that," she droned. "I'm never wrong."


For a moment, the longest one in Amelia's life, all she could do was stare.

Given the fact that L was notoriously skilled in simply staring back, it was not in her best taste if she wanted to keep her blushing at a minimum, and she was doomed regardless once the recollection hit her.

She saw a minute smile tint L's lips when she pulled the sheet over her bare chest, releasing an awkward chuckle and clearing her throat. "Well, then," she said, "that was, um…quite…"

"Interesting?" L suggested with a tilting of his head. He sat beside her, knees against his chest as usual, but his hair was still heavily rumpled from the previous hour, and Amelia regarded it with a more severe reddening of her cheeks. She turned her head away from him in hopes of concealing it, but heard him huff out a small laugh. "As is your blushing, as always, Amelia," he said softly.

"I can't help it," Amelia mumbled from beneath the sheets, grinning to herself. "You'd be blushing if you woke up like this, too."

From beneath the thin veil of the sheet, she could see L pinning his thumb to his bottom lip and looking up at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Yes, I suppose we should have taken care of that before you drifted off…but it is quite lovely, though."

Amelia let free a pent up anxious laugh that had been bubbling in her chest since she first saw him again. "Lovely," she repeated, humored. She nuzzled her cheek deeper into the pillow and closed her eyes, smiling. "Whatever term suits you, I guess."

"It suits you very well." L tugged at his bottom lip, his eyes now on her through the sheet. "You don't agree?"

Amelia thought upon the question beneath her cotton veil. Do I agree…? This is the best I've felt in…god, at least twenty forevers…and he's pretty much seen everything by now...aw, to hell with it.

With a defiant bite on her bottom lip, Amelia slowly removed the sheet from her nude body and felt the warm glow return to her face when L's eyes widened, his mouth going slightly agape again. She took a deep breath and gave a sheepish smile. "I figured it wouldn't hurt," she mumbled as she reached up to her earlobe and gave it a satisfying pull.

L studied her body from her hair, down her chest, her tense stomach, tightly closed thighs, curled toes and back up to her eyes, his face flushing a youthful pink. There was a vague look of concern in his eyes as he leaned down to Amelia, whom held her breath in anticipation.

His eyes, dark and heavy over her, scanned over her face, calculating her lips, gliding over her glowing skin with intrigue. Amelia gazed up at him, unable to move under that stare, so completely enraptured that she could not attempt to break it with looking away.

I've never felt this…safe…

Their lips were on the verge of kissing, but still remained distanced even when L dipped his head lower to hers, eyes fixated on each reaction his not-quite-there contact brought her. Amelia, already growing desperate and intolerably warm, was forced to close her eyes when she realized that her self-control was dwindling down to nearly nothing this quickly without even a single kiss.

She heard him inhale deeply and exhale with a steadiness that Amelia had room to envy, for her breath was growing short, shallow as she awaited his touch.

"Tonight," L whispered, "I would like to see something. There's nothing I hate more than being interrupted, so it'll have to wait. What do you think of that, Amelia?"

Amelia felt her pulse race at the husky dip his voice took on when her name left his lips. "I-I think that would be suitable, y-yes," she managed to utter. How do you stay so calm under these conditions…? Have you just learned to conceal it…? Dammit…

Before she could prepare herself for it, he leaned down and stole her lips with something that was not a kiss, yet somehow magnified the quivering nerves and whittling fortitude that held her back from grabbing him and reenacting the breathtaking occasion that currently replayed in her head.

No, this was a quiet brushing, sensual in the most unexpected of ways as his lips slid atop hers like his body had. Amelia let her eyes slip closed and her mouth part, allowing him to lightly pull upon her bottom lip, sucking it into his warm grasp. She reacted with a jolt, her eyes snapping open, but the contact left her when he pulled back, another triumphant look on his face as he loomed above her blushing face. "Well, then," he said with a soft finality as he turned to stand up off the bed. Amelia watched him in awe as he strolled to the door, his hands in his pockets all too casually. "Well, then?" Amelia repeated breathlessly.

L looked back at her, seemingly surprised that he was heard judging by the innocent glint to his eye, the gaping of his mouth. "Yes?"

Amelia felt another laugh bubble in her throat as she pulled the sheet over her body again. "You…you said - oh, never mind. My mind's in a tiff now, thanks to you."

"You'll have to forgive me," L said with a dark smirk on his lips, reaching for the doorknob. "I am just doing my best to…" He looked up at the ceiling for an answer, and found it when he met her eyes again. "To learn you."

The indirectly erotic statement caused a burst of sublime keenness to erupt in Amelia's brain, the images of what exactly he meant by it forming themselves with her muddled imagination. She broke his gaze when another telltale blush rose in her face, and she heard him laugh softly. "I will see you once you are ready, yes?"

Amelia cleared her throat and nodded, the shy smile still clear on her lips. As L began to turn away, her curiosity got the best of her and she sat up, holding the sheet against her chest. "L?"

The detective looked over his shoulder at her again, cocking his head.

"Couldn't you just…you know…what you were saying about, um, tonight and all…"

I want a hint, god dammit!

L caught onto her request and opened the door with a teasing smile aimed at her. "Think of it as an extra case for you to solve," he said. "Agreeable?"

Amelia huffed in frustration, twisting her lips into a scowl. "You are incredibly exasperating, I'll have you know."

Even still, she could not hide the soft adoration in her eyes as she looked upon him. The gaze that was between them was the sure sign that no matter how hard she tried to assert her impatience with him, there was still a love that clouded over it, allowing the anger of having to wait for his explanation to die down and be replaced with something she was learning to embrace.

Although I do love you, you bastard.

"The most charming side of you has reared its head again, Amelia," L stated, bowing his head and smiling.

Amelia's blush deepened and she chuckled beneath her breath. Well, looks like you're back to normal, Amelia…I guess it's because of this, though…because of him…aw, shit, here comes the big fluff-fest. Now, just get your clothes and get into the shower before you get all loopy on me again…

Another shared, sheepish smile, and L exited the bedroom, leaving Amelia to sit up with the sheet still wrapped around her. As she stood up off the mattress, she took three careful steps towards her heap of clothes on the floor before her foot suddenly hooked on the bottom of the sheet. With a series of muffled profanities from her lips, she went crashing down to the carpet in a confused, clumsy pile, landing directly atop her clothes.

A mordant look cast upwards, and Amelia sighed with a mixture of embarrassment and irony. "And the second most charming side of you is back, Amelia," she muttered before struggling back up to her feet.


The look that Aizawa gave L as he returned to the surveillance room was nothing less than scandalous, hungry for news that he would not provide him with, but L merely bit upon his thumbnail and sat down before the laptop. "Has either Light-kun or Misa-san spoken as of late?" he asked, ignoring his obvious wondering.

Aizawa groaned as he sat down on the couch by the armchair. "I'm surprised that's all you're worried about, Ryuzaki," he said. "I guess Lise is…tired?"

L shot Aizawa a look of brief surprise, but erased it and stared intently at the images of Light and Misa on the screen. "I assume that she is showering."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," L said dryly, "that is so."

"Does she have a reason to shower two hours after coming back here, Ryuzaki?"

L let his eyelids sink down low over his eyes, unamused. "Please enlighten me on what you are implying, Aizawa, I'm growing rather bored."

"Well," Aizawa began, taking in a breath, "Lise came back two hours ago. You two were talking, things looked pretty serious so Matsuda and I went into the kitchen…and you're just now coming back out?" Aizawa crossed his arms over his chest and grinned. "Well, Ryuzaki?"

L's stare was its customary blank as he challenged Aizawa's cheeky smile. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Aizawa-san," he said drolly. "Lise-san had merely returned to headquarters with some interesting information on the Kira case. I found it vital to our previous theories, and therefore wished for her to explain what she learned to me in private. I'm sorry if there was some…off-color misunderstanding."

"He's right, Aizawa."

The sound of Amelia's voice coming from the open door of the bedroom caused both L and Aizawa to turn around, catching sight of her walking into the surveillance room clad in her usual attire: grey, oversized sweater, black sweatpants torn at the knee. Her hair was draped over one shoulder, soft and woolen, and she roughly dragged a comb through the damp ends.

She was radiant. Her skin was fresh and glowing, her eyes reinstored with the energy that L knew burned within her, as a hint of a sly smile lifted her lips. "I find it odd that you immediately jumped to such a conclusion, though." She leaned against the side of the armchair and, with Aizawa unable to see, let her back rub up against L's shoulder, in which earned a involuntary shiver from his body. Biting his thumbnail roughly, L watched out of the corner of his eye as she moved to sit down on the floor and smirked. "I'm sorry to…disappoint?" Amelia asked.

Aizawa's eyes widened as he adjusted his tie. "Disappoint," Aizawa repeated, scoffing. "Didn't know you were so conceited, Lise."

Instead of a biting remark in response, Amelia surprised L with a snort of a laugh as she leaned her head back onto the armchair. Her hair brushed along L's wrist, soft, secretive, and as Aizawa stood up with a heaving sigh, L allowed his fingers to gently sweep along the top of her head; such a quiet movement that Aizawa did not notice as he walked away into the kitchen. "Well, time to get the year's supply of coffee in action," the man muttered as he left.

L had not realized that his fingers were still intwined in the girl's hair until she turned her head to look up at him, smiling shyly. "How was that?" she whispered.

"Quite impressive," L responded softly, stroking his fingers through her hair. Amelia closed her eyes and tilted her head closer to his hand, much to L's fascination, and she gave a lilting smile as he tucked away an auburn strand behind her ear. "You look enthralling like this, Amelia," he murmured.

"Such odd word choice," Amelia whispered.

"But so very accurate." L leaned closer to her face for a closer inspection. "Beautiful is also quite suiting."

A faint blush tinted Amelia's cheeks as she turned her head, her lips grazing L's wandering fingertips. "Beautiful…?"

Yes…

That overwhelming surge of energy was beginning to lace through their blood; L could feel it beneath Amelia's skin. He watched in awe, taking each reaction from her into permanent memory, as the girl's lips parted beneath his fingertips, her breathing beginning to pick up. "I-I think you're playing a…a very elaborate ruse with me on that one, L," she whispered with a nervous breath of a laugh.

"It's not like you to make such a mistake, Amelia," L said softly. His touch swept up along her jaw, stroking away a loose curl from her temple. "Aren't your analytical skills better than making that assumption?"

Amelia's smile widened and she opened her eyes, looking down at the floor. "Perhaps this extra case you've left me with is getting to me."

"Mm, yes, I figured as much."

"Perhaps a hint would ease the stress."

Amelia was looking at him now, her eyes youthful and curious as she tried to goad L into giving his plan away, but he gave her a cryptic smile and left a lingering touch on her chin as he retracted his hand. "I think I prefer testing your mind for the time being, if you don't mind."

Amelia's eyes snapped wider open to full attention, her mouth gaping open. "Y-you little…you won't…god dammit, L!" she hissed.

Even as she stood up to flit off to the kitchen, L took pleasure out of the brief, almost camouflaged sight of her scandalized smile glowing on her face.


You need to tell him about them…

Amelia bit harshly upon her pinky nail as she stirred her tea; chamomille sans sugar, biting and dark, just as she liked it.

Russe and Arwen, particularly the latter…I need to test him more, though, to see if he's able to make it…but what will L think when I tell him about me having siblings…? And Watari…when I first mentioned seeing a girl with a similar accent to mine, before I even knew Russe's name…why had he become so uppity? And should I bother asking him about it now that I understand the situation…?

Stir, stir, stir. A droplet of tea fell upon the counter, and Amelia's eyes followed.

Perhaps I'm just in dire need of a hug…

A little scoff, and Amelia picked up her tea to return to the surveillance room, back to her small spot on the floor before L's chair.

Or whatever the hell he's planning in his mind for tonight…


Just as her courage was freshly built to explain Russe and Arwen to L, he seemed to have a reason of his own to confront her.

"Lise-san," he addressed smoothly as they continued observing their suspects on the screen, "the night you came here with Watari to speak with Light-kun in his cell. What were your intentions?"

Truthfully, Amelia was grateful for the business tone in his voice; it was a cool rag atop her heated mind, in which was still clouded over by the previous night, so she welcomed the break from her thoughts and cleared her throat. "While I was on my temporary leave, I received word from Watari that a rapid change in behavior regarding Light Yagami had been recorded."

"Mm, yes."

"Yeah, he has been acting pretty weird lately." Matsuda handed Amelia an unrequested refill of coffee with a shy grin. "I-I, um, thought you might want some more, Lise," he stuttered before sitting back down on the couch by Aizawa, whom shook his head oddly and pinched the bridge of his nose. Amelia, confused by the show, accepted the coffee with a tilting of her head, prepared to question the younger officer, but her eyes caught with Aizawa's. "Don't bother," the man mouthed, waving her curiosity off.

Um…alright, then…

Amelia returned to her original speech and looked back at L. "Yes, well, I thought that the only way to get a full understanding of what was occurring was to see it in person. I took the initiative to also record the meeting on camera, which I still have."

L leaned in closer to her in interest. "What was your original plan in recording Light-kun?"

"I believed that if Light's behavior could change so drastically in such a short amount of time," Amelia continued quickly, "then it could be very likely that another switch could occur in him at any given time. Therefore, by having his current state of mind on camera, in the case of another change, we could compare both personalities and solidify any leads we could have." She gave a small shrug of her shoulders and took a sip of her coffee. "It was only a theory, but I was too disturbed by this new Light to just let it go."

While Aizawa and Matsuda buzzed to each other in agreement, L's eyes brightened on Amelia's, his telltale half smile budding on his lips. As another light blush tinted Amelia's cheeks at the sight, he lifted a single sugar cube to his lips and allowed it to slide into his mouth. "Very impressive thinking, Lise-san," he said quietly.

Amelia let her fingertips flutter up to her earlobe as she twisted it in an effort to calm her newly aroused nerves. "Thanks," she mumbled.

"But what about Misa?" Aizawa asked suddenly. "I mean, she seemed to become a completely different person at around the same time as Light. Don't you think there's something weird about that, too?"

"It's actually not that out of the ordinary when we connect it to Light's switch, Aizawa," Amelia explained. "Of course, it's definitely odd that they both are acting so cluelessly…but I'm paying more attention to the fact that both Light and Misa underwent the noted behavior switches once placed under solitary confinement."

Amelia allowed her glance to drift up to L, whom stared at her with his thumb pressed against his lips, smiling lightly behind it.

Keep going.

She took a deep breath and stood up, facing the small task force with a heightening determination in her eyes. L gave her a nod, their wordless communication urging her to continue.

"Do recall the day that Light Yagami came to headquarters requesting to be placed in confinement, as well as the short period of time that stretched after Misa Amane's incarceration? When tying this back to our suspicions in regards to Light being the first Kira and Misa Amane being the second Kira, it connects far too well when we consider our theory that the Kiras had teamed up."

Amelia twisted at her earlobe so intensely that it turned a hearty scarlet, but the words flew off her tongue as quickly as they came to her.

"This is my new theory: in order to lessen the suspicions off both Misa and himself, Light Yagami crafted the plan to be placed in a jail cell away from all sources of news and criminals' names, since only someone desperate enough to prove their innocence would go to such lengths to do so. Two weeks passed in which no new criminals were killed, when suddenly the killings start up again virtually out of nowhere, even with our two suspected Kiras unable to gain access to such news."

"But how could criminals have died, then?" Aizawa asked.

Amelia wiped her palms off on her thighs and exhaled slowly through her nose. "As ridiculous as this may sound…I would like to think upon the idea that Kira's powers are able to be passed from person to person. It's the only way that I could explain such a occurrence."

"It's not ridiculous at all, Lise-san," L said softly from the chair. His voice gripped Amelia's attention and she looked to him, biting upon her bottom lip. "In fact," L continued, "your theory makes complete sense when we apply it to the second Kira."

"What do you mean, Ryuzaki?" Matsuda asked.

"Think about this for a moment…before we crafted the message for Light to send to the second Kira via Sakura TV, we had assumed that the two Kiras had not joined forces yet." L stared straight ahead, biting at his thumbnail in intense concentration. "This was made obvious by the singular fact that the second Kira's style of killing was far different from the original Kira's. If the first Kira had already known of the other's existence, it would make much more sense to have controlled their killing rate so as to not make it so obvious to the public that something was wrong. That, and the second Kira felt the need to broadcast their reality through Sakura TV in order to attract the first Kira's attention."

Amelia smiled softly to herself and bowed her head. It all makes sense now…Kira's power isn't exclusive…but there must be some way of acquiring it without ever having contacted the first Kira in person…but how…?

"I don't understand," Aizawa grumbled, rubbing his temples in frustration. "We've established the fact that the second Kira wanted to get the first Kira's attention, and did it through Sakura TV. But how does any of that tie into Kira's power being able to passed on from person to person?"

Amelia raised her head and looked at the officer straight in the eye, his confusion evident on his tired face. "You're missing the point," she began. "If Kira's power couldn't be passed on, then why would the second Kira, whom we had theorized had not met with the first Kira until a short time before Misa was confined, feel the need to make their powers known to him in the first place? How else could we explain the second Kira gaining the power to kill, as well as whoever holds that power currently?"

A thick silence fell over the room as Aizawa and Matsuda mulled this over, but Amelia turned her eyes to L, whom looked up at her with a glint to his dark eyes. The corner of his lips curled up slightly into a knowing smile and he sent her a small nod, in which Amelia returned with a flush of her cheeks and a nod back.

Christ…that look…g-god dammit, cut it out, Lasswell!

Aizawa broke the silence with a light chuckle. "Well, looks like Lise really is back, rambling and all."

Amelia's attention flit over to the man at his remark. While she was at first going to send an acidic retort to challenge him with in regards to her rambling, she felt her face soften when she saw that the officer was, for once, smiling at her. Even though she waved the man off with her hand, she smirked and shook her head. "Yes," she said quietly, "yes, I guess I am back, aren't I?"


"You are frustrating the hell out of me, do you know that?"

"I don't see why, Amelia. I always thought you enjoyed a good mind game, don't you?"

"This is not a mind game. This is cruel and unusual punishment. This is me about to burst at the seams waiting for you to-"

"Mmm? Impatient, are we? That's very…gratifying, I believe is the right word."

"No, it's not. The correct word to use would be 'illicit'. Used in a sentence; L, you are being ridiculously illicit in forcing me to make sense of your…your little inquiry involving me."

"You're awfully wordy today, Amelia. And are you going to eat that chocolate?"

"I'm just very tense at the moment. And no, you can have it."

"Ah, excellent."

"…not even a single hint."

"Mm, precisely…is this Belgian chocolate? It has a slight bite to it…"

"I am going to strangle you."

"And never be able to know what I have in mind? What a shame…"

"…shit."


Night fell with reluctance, hanging onto the last scrap of day with both of its dark hands.

Amelia, however, had never been so relieved to see the task force head out, for the clock to strike eleven and for L to finally, praise all that existed and thrived, to look at her without restraint.

She found herself almost shrinking back as she stood in the middle of the surveillance room once those eyes met hers, for the look in them was-

Noxious…you look like poison right now…

She would have been stupid if she expected to be able to fight against that ravonous pit deep within her core, with those eyes and that string of fire between them. They met in the middle in a spell of vertigo and breath as she pressed herself against him, lips colliding brilliantly, patience completely depleted. Her arms fell limply to her sides with that feeling of falling, falling, falling in her knees, and the sheer heat of him was enough to mold her completely into his body and leave hers behind.

He kissed her with a fervor that betrayed his tired, lean appearance, stealing each breath she purchased with an equal greed. The shivering cupidity struck her at full force when his hands dipped from her neck to her chest, backing off once he grazed her breasts through her shirt, all in a succeeded attempt to heighten her need and crush her already fractured fortitude. She felt her hands rising to grip his shoulders, but they trembled and only caught hold of his shirt, crumpling the material in her fists just for something to hold onto. It seemed that each time they indulged in something as simple (or something that should be so simple) as a kiss, she grew less and less aware of her own self-control and more intensely attentive of him. The manner that his lips parted and gently pulled upon her bottom lip. The smooth, magnolia white slope of his neck that her hands seemed to always find. The softly aggressive way that he was now guiding her backwards until the back of her legs met with the arm of the couch.

"Lay down," he murmured, his lips still hot and pliable against hers, as his hands gently held her behind her shoulders. Intoxicated by the quiet demand, Amelia sank back onto the couch until she was stretched out luxuriously, but kept her eyes fixed on his smoking, inquisitive gaze. His eyes scanned over the length of her body, his bottom lip tucked hungrily beneath his teeth, but he took hold of her hips and gently pulled them upwards so that her bottom lay atop the arm of the couch.

Amelia felt her breath catch when his fingertips lightly trailed up her stomach, lifting her shirt and stroking over the tense skin in a warm sweep. She let her toes curl tightly when his touch rose to her chest, skimming over her breasts with a sort of curiosity that was draining her good sense. Just when she was fighting the urge to reach down to touch him, she felt a hot, langourous kiss rest atop her stomach, easing its way up to her sternum, her chest. She allowed a sharp inhale to rack her lungs before exhaling slowly, sighing, her eyelids falling shut.

Don't rush it…no matter how impatient you've been all day…just…

"G-god…L…" Amelia breathed out weakly when a warm, pale hand held her securely by the waist. She turned her head to the side to try to meet his lips when he rose to her neck, but his free hand cupped her face and stroked at her lips before nipping at her neck softly. "What was that, Amelia?" he murmured against her tender skin.

She took in a quivering breath and bit upon her bottom lip, feeling them beginning to tremble at their neglect. "I…" She shook her head blindly, brushing off her inward ramblings in spite of the enthralling feeling of his slender fingers stroking her waist protectively. "N-nothing," she whispered.

Amelia felt a hot exhalation against her neck when L released a small laugh. His hand cupping her face moved up to her hair as he entwined his fingers into the flood of auburn. "You're still so inhibited, Amelia," he noted quietly, ringing with a warm chime of endearment. "That's quite charming."

Even though her cheeks flushed heavily at his observation, she did not bother concealing it with a turn of her head as she let her arms wrap around his back. Entirely covered by him, hips raised on the arm of the couch, pressed so tightly against what she had been yearning for all day, yet it was still not enough. "You're…not exactly Mr. Out and About either, you know," she replied hoarsely with a hint of a smile. She squirmed and released a shuddering sigh when his lips grazed across hers before locking onto her bottom lip and giving it a gentle pull.

"I'm as aware of that as you are," L whispered. The touch on Amelia's waist roamed down to her raised hip, dragging out a shiver from her. "And I'm also aware…of the fact that you and I connect because of that. Because of our distance from the world, we can relate to the other…am I right in saying that, Amelia?"

His hand had found its solace in resting between her parted legs, the tips of his fingers pressing into the crevice of her sweatpants. Amelia's hips instinctively rose into the touch as she gripped him tighter. "O-of course," she whispered.

He was kissing her softly now, in between words, still with the experimental curiosity that was proven with the faltering of his touch, but Amelia closed her eyes and tried to control her heartbeat that increased with each one. "And if I'm not correct, neither of us would change that for anything…what are your thoughts on that, Amelia?"

A quiet whimper pushed through her lips when his fingertips pressed harder upon her, but she gave a quick nod and leaned up to accept another kiss from him. "I also think you're a…stubborn tease," she murmured before catching his lips again impatiently.

"Am I?" L asked airily. He pulled back to look at her, his eyes bright with amusement, hair mussed and tangled. "Well, then," he continued softly with a tilt of his head, "I suppose we should do something about that."

Amelia's eyes widened when he suddenly dipped down to her chest, inching down her abdomen with barely-there kisses, his hands holding her by the waist. As he went lower, lower, she could feel that warm, trembling uneasiness that came with both her need and uncertainty fizzling in her stomach. His hands were on the band of her sweatpants, glancing up at her and coaxing her to lift her bottom to get them past her hips. Her bare skin met with the cool air once they were gently pulled free from her ankles and disposed of on the floor. Amelia took in a shuddering breath when his lips pressed against the sensitive skin above the band of her underwear, felt her body seize up in anxiety. "L…?"

"Just relax for me," he murmured against her heaving stomach, descending lower. When his fingers gently latched around her underwear, Amelia shot her head up, wordlessly demanding an answer from him. It would hold much more gravity if she were to push away her own breathlessness, but the glow to L's eyes sealed off her lungs from oxygen, her mouth from forming words.

He was lowering her underwear now, and Amelia stared down at him with the same unease that came with their first conjoining. This time, however, she felt minute, so very small looking down at her lover that was suddenly between her legs. When his lips grazed against the now exposed skin, she felt her face flush a bright, steaming red. "L, what are you…"

The words left as soon as they had arrived. Her underwear now around her ankles, L timidly slid back up to between her legs, looking up at her with a new genre of wonder that sent a blazing surge of something she could not call familiar through her blood, for this was not familiar in any shape. She was bare to him, but at such a compromising angle, her so far away from him but her femininity so very close to him.

She was petrified. But that sole smoldering gaze brought her back down to ground, only to be sent soaring back up to the ceiling at the first and most gratifying touch of his tongue against hot, timid need.

The sound that came out of her mouth was enough to humiliate her, but god, she could not fight it back. Her back arched in stunned glory before he served her another soft grazing, and her jaw dropped open, her eyes widening in shock at the almost unbearable pleasure that came when his lips shakily met with her soft flesh again. Her arms gave out beneath her and she lay flat on her back, gaping up at the ceiling and releasing gasps and pants that the strongest of humans could not control.

"O-oh my…g-god, hah…"

She heard him huff out a small laugh, felt it against her skin in a hot gust, before he wrapped his lips around her softly again. The feeling was white-hot, nearly paralyzing, the warmth of his mouth against her sending shockwaves of fierce pleasure through her awoken body. She was unsure of what to do with her hands, in which lay limp by her sides, but raised them weakly and let them drop by her head, the weight of them becoming too much to support.

And now he was spreading her tense legs slightly wider, his dark head tilted, and all Amelia could do was curl her toes and feel everything stiffen once more when he repeated that mind-boggling action that had her head reeling. She flung one hand up to cover her mouth as a hard moan squeezed itself out, but her other hand was wandering down to his head in time for the tip of his tongue to press into her opening, nudging it, teasing her. Her fingers gripped his hair, her body reacting intensely to the touch; it was as though everything from the waist-down was both numbed and fueled at the same time, tightening and relaxing with each sensual attack.

The sudden feeling of one long, slender finger gently pushing into her was too much to control, however, and she arched her back higher, a choked sort of gasp erupting from her chest. Instinctively, she guided her hips downward onto the touch as she felt it slide deeper. She breathed out something that she doubted existed in any worldly dialect when he carefully curled his finger inside her to press into that sacred spot that left her in an agonizing, helpless pleasure, rubbing softly against it before rearing back again.

All sorts of words failed her when another finger gently guided up into her. She wished to curse, to scream, to moan out his name, but all that came was another breathless arching of her back, another jolt of her hips onto the feeling. Slowly now, his fingers eased in and out of her in time to each ragged breath that clenched in Amelia's lungs.

And with another lap of his mouth against her, she was addicted and done for.

Her climax was so heavy that she was frozen in her arch, only able to go higher and higher as the tides of euphoria spasmed up and down her spine. A brutal moan that was suffocated with stunned murmurs of things she would never remember saying flung itself free from within her as L wrapped his lips around her for a final, intense burst that seemed to suspend itself above her head, flaunting how incredible she was able to feel with something so very simple, before it slowly shrunk down into a shivering, panting shock.

Catching her breath proved to be her biggest obstacle. She fought to contain it as L carefully rose her underwear back up her legs, fought to control it as she numbly lifted her hips again, fought to appear as though she were slightly decent when she repeated the action with him putting her sweatpants back on. She stared up at him in shock as he suspended himself above her, leering down at her as if he had won some grand prize.

"Delirious," he observed quietly. He pressed his thumb against his bottom lip to hide the smirk that bloomed behind it.

"Shut…shut up," Amelia panted out, closing her eyes tightly. That look in your eyes isn't helping me cool down, you jerk.

"Does decadent suit your thoughts better?"

His voice dripped like honey, lathered in a sick sort of joy that Amelia knew came from her sublime reaction to his experiment. She exhaled through her nose and turned her face away from him, feeling a hot, molten embarrassment rise in her cheeks. "More like…overwhelmed."

"Mm, I see."

There was no hiding the amusement in his voice, the triumphant smirk curling the corner of his lips, and Amelia bit hard upon her bottom lip and tried to conceal her shivering. Even in the afterglow of the intensity, she was still breathless at the sight of that burning gaze, hot, steaming coal resting atop her chest, her face and lips, anywhere it could reach.

"You…you shouldn't be so smarmy right now, you know," Amelia remarked with a tired smirk of her own. "You're in quite a predicament yourself, aren't you?"

L tilted his head, let his eyes wander south before making a thoughtful sound in the back of his throat and looking at her again. "Don't concern yourself with it, Amelia," he said offhandedly.

Ignoring his comment, Amelia let her hand lazily trail down his stomach, barely-there touches lining the top of his jeans and skimming back up when they got low enough for satisfaction. She was still so curious of this body stretched out above hers, felt the need to take it in slowly, feel out each and every square inch of its pale expanse before understanding even a fraction of it. "I thought you hated to lose," she whispered through a huff of a laugh.

"Of course I do." There was a pause as Amelia felt his gaze close in on her face again, compelling her to meet it.

Don't…break…

She could kick herself for thinking that she could control herself when he leaned in to her ear and whispered, "But I think you and I both have won here in a sense, am I right?"

And just like that, he was standing back up, tucking his hands in his pockets and serving her a glance over his shoulder, something connecting and dark in his eyes. Another shiver ripped through Amelia's bloodstream, her bottom lip sore from her biting upon it, as she watched him casually stride away, poor posture and all.

She let herself flop back down on the couch, the back of her hand shielding her eyes, before the realization implanted itself in her brain.

I'm in control next time, L.


Eh? Eh? Lemony enough for you? I could only hope so. And what Amelia thought is a promise. ::smirk::

Anyway, I promise the next chapter will be easier to write, seeing as there will be some actual plot in it instead of wanton sex all over the place. Well, this is a love story. Lol.

Reviews are greatly appreciated!