For a while, everything went just as planned. They moved the couch a bit closer to the bed and took showers in turns, Yes, it was cold at night, but Light still found some comfort and rest despite the thin blankets and heavy metal handcuff.
On the fourth night, however, it snowed. It was a strong and heavy snowfall, widely unexpected by all, met with uncertainty and nervousness by Light. As night crept in, the snowdrifts slowed, and both young men retired to bed. Despite his desperate attempts at sleep, Light was much, much too cold, and began shivering almost uncontrollably. Soon, fatigue set in and he slowly fell into a troubled, dreamless sleep.
He awoke to a relaxing, reassuring warmth. Light peered outside and noted that although still snowing steadily, it was quite dark outside. Puzzled, he shut his eyes.
Only to suddenly snap them open again as his thoughts and senses caught up to him. Quite awake now, he realized that L had somehow managed to climb onto the comparatively small couch with him and was now sleeping peacefully, radiating a comforting warmth. This shocked Light a bit, seeing as L generated somewhat of a cold aura.
Or was it that his heart was beating at least 5 times faster?
Trying hard not to wake L up, he very carefully turned over to his other side, lifting himself up and setting himself down as to disturb L's body as little as possible.
Light gasped and began to flush violently when he saw L's expression. It was peaceful and unlike anything he had ever seen on the young man's face - or perhaps never noticed or thought about. His lips hung open very slightly, his skin as pure and white as the snow drifting outside the window. Although emotionless, it was innocent and sincere, unlike his normal blank state. Light unconsciously stroked L's porcelain cheek.
How could such a cold man look so...sweet?
As Light again drifted into sleep, he did not notice the soft smile that slipped onto L's face.
Nor did he notice L's gentle, warm embrace.
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