Good news; I'm not dead yet...

Guys... I'm so sorry I haven't updated in forever... A week after I posted my last chapter, my idiot best friend overdosed and went through some major health problems for the passed few months, quite literally worrying me sick. With the thought of him just about killing himself, I had been in no mood to write at all, of which I'm really sorry for. I'm still recovering from the shock of it all honestly, so this chapter may not be the best chapter I've posted so far. But, seeing all of the kind words you guys've left behind is making me force this one out for you. :)

But anyways, off of my depressing life issues! The amount of reviews I recieved is just astounding! Just... thank you everybody! Your support is just inspiring and motivating(:

I will write responses to your reviews tomorrow, tonight I just want to get this up and posted for you guys!

So with the Death Note OST on repeat, I give to you the latest chapter!

"I wanna fuck you like an animal," His words came out in a low purr, slowly stalking his way closer to my chair, "I wanna feel you from the inside," I shivered involuntarily as he wrapped his fingers around my forearm, pulling me to my feet. His left hand cupped my cheek, while his right hand rested on my waist, "My whole existence is flawed," Gradually his hand slid from my cheek to my waist, "You get me closer to God!" Before I knew what was happening, his hands tightened around my waist, and he lifted me high into the air.

A small squeal escaped me, which was soon replaced by laughter, "Damn it B, if I knew you were gonna do this I never would have turned on that song!"

"I just can't help it. It really describes me y'know?" He stated suggestively, placing me back down on the ground.

A blush blossomed on my face at his words, "Yes, well... Let's just keep that to yourself, yeah?" I chuckled nervously and flopped down onto my couch.

He took the spot next to me and sigh dramatically, "When will you ever accept my feelings, Cynder? You leave me so wounded from your rejections,"

I raised my eyebrows disbelievingly, "Really now? If that's the case, you'd think you'd give it up."

He scooted closer to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, "Ah, but who could turn down such a prize as yourself?" I pushed myself off of the couch, making his arm smack the cushions with a slight thump. "Cynder," He whined, "I was gonna take that chance to practice my seduction skills,"

Turning around, I bent over and jabbed a finger at his chest, "That's exactly why I stood up," I leaned up and laughed softly, "Besides, it's gonna take more than a silver tongue to seduce me,"

A sly grin spread across his features, "What if I found another use for this 'silver tongue'?" I deadpanned, a furious blush crawling up my neck. I stayed silent, at a loss for words as a faint gnawing feeling spread down there. He stood and pulled me close to him, hands on either side of my face as he stared me dead in the eye, "So you were thinking the same thing as me," Laughter erupted from him suddenly, startling me slightly, "You really are as big of a pervert as I am, aren't you?"

I ripped my face from his grasp and stared at the floor, "I-I wasn't-" I stuttered, "I wasn't thinking anything of the sort!"

He snorted, "Oh I'm sure. That's why you look like a tomato, right?"

I slapped his arm softly and growled, "No. It's just hot in here, that's all."

I peeked up at him through my hair, only to see him with his signature shit-eating grin plastered on his face, "Oh I do apologize, I didn't think my presence would make it that much hotter in here,"

Is he serious? I thought incredulously. Slumping my shoulders slightly, I facepalmed. "I'm just gonna go for some air," I sighed, speed walking my way towards the door, "I don't care if you stay or go, but make sure you turn off everything, alright?"

Glancing behind me, I seen BB nod, flopping back down onto the couch. I practically flew down the stairs and out the door of the backyard, ignoring all of the curious glances being thrown my way. Once outside, I made my way towards an all to familiar tree and sat with my back leaning against it. Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes, leaning my head back onto the trunk.

A few days have passed since BB's proposal, and things have been going surprisingly well. BB actually isn't entirely as sadistic and unreasonable as he first made himself out to be. He shows hints of a humorous side quite often, and almost lives in a perverted state of mind. Which, I suppose, isn't unnecessarily unwanted, as it can lead to some pretty interesting conversations. Our relationship is slowly beginning to grow into a strong friendship, which is nice since I only consider two others in this house a friend. As promised however, we do keep up a false sense of hate for one another when outside of the attic. No one seems to suspect anything for now, not even Devon and Donovan. Speaking of which, I haven't seen since the day I lashed out. Nor have I even seen a demon. I'm beginning to wonder if they changed their minds about training me.

Shaking my head, I opened my eyes and glanced around; children of varying ages sat in groups doing all sorts of diverse things. Sighing, I stretched out my legs and brought my attention to the door of the house where a certain raven-haired boy was stepping out with a slice of cake. Kids immediately stopped talking and playing to fix their stares on L, as he sauntered his way towards me. Feeling a little flustered, I gave a small wave accompanied with an equally small smile. He gave a quick nod and crouched down next to me, sitting in that peculiar way of his.

"Hey L," I greeted.

"So this game of ours," He began, "You never answered me,"

I furrowed my brows, "What?"

He turned his head and stared me dead in the eye, "Did I win that night you imagined me in a sexual fantasy?"

All of the air escaped me the moment those words left his mouth. My eyes widened as my cheeks started to feel slightly warmer than usual, "I-I did no such thing,"

"Your blush says otherwise," He remarked with a smirk.

I pouted and stared at the ground, still watching him out of the corner of my eye, "The point of the game is love, I believe we said, not attraction. If that was the case, than we both would have lost. Remember?"

I watched as he nibbled on his thumb, "Those who often engage in acts from physical attraction tend to grow feelings that are more than skin-deep,"

I stayed silent as I took in his words. Could that really be true? Can people fall in love just from doing... that repeatedly? If that's the case, what will become if BB and I? Our friendship we have is pretty damn physical. Does that mean we'll...? I shook my head, refusing to finish that thought, but what of L and I? I mean sure, we don't have much going on now, but if he's serious about this game, we could become something in the future. Maybe something serious. How would that work with my newfound demon hunting life? Ivan specifically said not to get mixed up in 'mundane affairs', and yet here I am, worrying about love of all things, I scowled inwardly, I really need to get my shit together, but maybe just physicality won't get in the way of things. Maybe-

L's voice broke me out of my thoughts, "So was what Back-up said true? You're also playing this 'game' with him?"

I jumped slightly, momentarily forgetting he was there, "No. There's nothing to worry about, L. Only you and I are participating in this game,"

"He likes you, I'm sure you're aware of this?" L stated softly.

I nodded, stifling a laugh, "Yeah... he's not exactly the subtle type,"

"Just be careful around him. He's a lot smarter than he seems to be,"

I smirked at him, "Are you telling me to be careful because you care, or because you don't want news crews out here investigating?"

He shook his head, "Neither. It was just a warning, that's all,"

Sighing, I brought my gaze back up to him, "Hey, wanna let me have a piece of that cake?"

He stayed silent for the longest time, staring down at the slice of heaven on the plate in his hands. Eventually, he turned his head up towards me and mumbled out, "No way,"

I crossed my arms and repositioned myself so that my body was facing him, "But why? Sharing is caring, you know," Puffing out my cheeks, I gave him a small pout.

He pointed back towards the house, "There's some in the kitchen. If you want some, go get some,"

I groaned, "L, I don't think you get it. I don't want to go get some. I'm too lazy,"

Spearing a chunk of cake with the fork, L held it out in front of me. I eyed him warily and slowly reached for the fork. The moment before I went to grab it, he pulled his hand back and popped the cake chunk into his mouth, a smirk gracing his porcelain features. I narrowed my eyes and lunged forward, taking him by surprise and knocking him backwards. His eyes widened and his hand holding the cake shot backwards, keeping it just out of my reach. I growled and stretched as far as I could to no avail. It was only at this moment I realized how we were positioned. Glancing down at L, his eyes were like saucers. I was stretched out over top of him between his legs, my breasts right beside his face. Both of his lanky legs were bent upwards, while one hand held out the cake and the other held him up slightly. I seem to be getting into positions like this a lot, don't I? I thought with a mental sigh. L's eyes rested on my breasts, still probably processing what just happened. Then all at once his cheeks lit up, as did mine. I pushed myself off of him with a quick apology. I stole a glance around the backyard; no one seemed to have noticed but a small group of twelve year-old girls who were giggling and pointing. I sighed with relief as I watched L push himself back up into his normal sitting position.

He kept his eyes trained on his cake, "Well that was unexpected," L stated before he began shifting his sitting position.

Before I could reply, I felt a strong push on my back, forcing me to fall forward. But of course where's the one place I land? L's cake. With a smoosh, I felt the icing of the cake and the cake itself stick onto my face. Leaning back up I gasped as I stared at L, who looked like he was on the verge of laughing. I glanced behind me and saw absolutely no one. Embarrassment flooded through me as I turned my attention back towards L.

He stood and motioned towards the house, "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

I could feel my cheeks redden as the kids stared and laughed. Looking down at the ground, I couldn't meet any of their gazes. Following L's feet, he slowly led me passed the dining room, and down a hall. He stopped in front of a doorway leading into the kitchen, where he waved his hand towards the island in the center. L tailed behind me, and handed me a paper towel.

"Was there any reason as to why you decided to head face-first into my cake?" He asked with a slight hint of amusement.

I scoffed, "I didn't voluntarily chose to go bobbing for cake, someone pushed me." I began wiping one of my cheeks with the towel, hopping off of the counter to walk to the sink. Hearing slight shuffling behind me, I turned around and dropped my towel, holding a hand over my heart. L had moved so quickly behind me, I wasn't expecting him to be there, "Jesus, L. Don't scare me like that,"

He reached out a finger and wiped off a small bit of icing from my other cheek and slowly, almost teasingly licked it off. I watched with an open mouth as his eyes became half-lidded, "Such a shame," He began with a low tone, "To let all of this cake go to waste," He bend his head down so that his mouth was right by my ear, "Maybe I should just clean it myself?" Before I could react, a warm and wet feeling ran up my cheek. My eyes widened as I glanced over at him, he was licking his lips, watching me with a very intent gaze.

"L?" I breathed, "I would expect BB to do this sort of thing,"

He cupped my neck and brought my face back to his lips, continuously licking the remaining cake and icing off of my face. A familiar sense of warmth spread through me as his other hand rested on my waist. his tongue slowly trailed it's way down my cheek to my chaw line, where he gently began to place kisses. I gasped as I realized what he was doing.

"Those who often engage in acts from physical attraction tend to grow feelings that are more than skin-deep,"

Not wanting to be the one on the losing end, I pushed him backwards against the edge of the island, pinning him there with my hands on either side of him. Without wasting a moment, I ran the tips of my fingernails down the length of his torso while leaning in towards his neck. I locked my lips on the crook of his neck and slowly ran my teeth along the area.

He raised a tentative hand to the back of my head and released a small groan, "You caught on quick to what I was doing,"

I smirked and looked up at him, "I honestly wouldn't of if you didn't say what you did earlier. I'm a bit skeptical about the logic behind it, but I'm not taking any chances,"

He glanced down at me, his eyes still slightly foggy, "I've got several cases I really need to work on, I honestly only left my room for cake,"

Running a hand over his torso I gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, "Aw," I whined softly, "This was just getting fun, too. How about we kick off our game with a bang, hmm? I know you're supposed to be the all-work, few-emotion detective here, but," I sighed dramatically, throwing my arms around him, "Everyone needs a break every now and then,"

He stayed quiet for a while, contemplating my words. I could see his inner turmoil from my offer. Honestly, I have no intentions of going all the way with him. Not yet, anyway. My offer is merely a head start into the game. If he accepts my offer, it means that he either does care about me more than his work, or he's just got the same hormones as me that can be used against him. However, if he refuses, that puts me at a slight disadvantage. Meaning that his work is in the front of his mind. Basically saying that he'll be harder to get into emotionally. And besides, it's just about noon. Which means that the cooks will be arriving soon to make lunch, so we couldn't get too far into anything anyways. But this is also slightly risky for me too, if he plays his cards right, he could end up with the advantage over me. Or if all goes to the worst, we'll both get nowhere.

The time stretched endlessly between us before finally, L lifted me from under my arms and placed me on top of the island. I grinned devilishly as he began licking, nibbling and kissing my neck. I curled my toes and tossed my head back, relishing the feeling of his lips over my collar bone. One hand trailed up my side and ghosted over my right breast as the other rubbed small circles onto my left thigh.

Using one hand to push his head back gently, I forced him to look me in the eye, "I'm quite pleased you agreed to this,"

He leaned forward so that our foreheads were touching before breathing out, "Normally I'm not partial to physical contact of any kind," He released a breathless laugh, "But I've put my pride on the line, and I hate losing."

"Normally," I began, mocking him, "I wouldn't get this physical with anyone I don't know that well, but my pride is also on the line. This is a game of pride between you and I, and neither one of us want to lose,"

Quickly, I closed the gap between us, locking our lips together. At first, we were both nervous, tentatively applying pressure to one another. But gradually, my bravery grew with each passing moment. Gingerly, I swiped my tongue across his bottom lip, eliciting a soft groan from L. As he opened his mouth, I took the chance to wrap my legs around his waist and pull his body up against mine. Our lower regions clashed a bit harder than I expected them to. I pulled away and lolled my head back, moaning in the process. L hunched forward, burying his face into the crook of my neck, emitting a moan of his own. I leaned backwards on my hands as L gingerly pushed himself harder against me, seemingly experimenting. He lifted his head, watching with a curious expression as I moaned again and snaked my arms back around his neck. I pulled him back towards my lips and resumed where we left off, all the while he took the opportunity to continue his assault with his groin.

He tastes like he smells, I thought fleetingly, sweet.

I ran my hand slowly down his shirt, painting a mental picture of what he'd look like half-naked. I felt every contour on his chest and stomach, and surprisingly enough, he felt as thin as he looks, underlined with a slight bit of muscle. Breaking awake from the kiss, I trailed my lips along the shape of his jaw line. Eventually, I worked my way down his neck and onto his collar bone, where I bit down, leaving a mark that would last a day or two. Pulling back, I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, looking at his face for any signs for me to stop. His face was as flushed as I felt, but otherwise gave no indication. With one swift move, I pulled his shirt off over his head and laid it down beside me. I gasped and reached out to caress his body. As BB was in my dream a little while back, L was toned! While he didn't have muscles out the wazoo, he had definition, and hell, that was perfectly fine with me.

I glanced upwards at him to see him staring down at me, most likely gaging my reaction to his body. I smiled up at him and kissed his chest. His hands found their way under my shirt, where they ran across my stomach, and crawled upwards teasingly. I shivered from the cold feel of his hands. I ran my thumb over His left nipple and grinned when I felt him shiver. Working up a little more courage, I ran my other thumb over the other neglected nipple. Getting the same reaction, I took one of the nipples and gently pinched it, meanwhile running my hand down towards his stomach.

L groaned and ghosted his hands across my breasts, taking me by surprise. I moaned slightly, looking up at him in the eye. Without any warning, L lifting my shirt up over my head, and tossed it next to his shirt. I blushed and looked away from him as he examined my torso. He reached out with his hands and placed one over my left collar bone, cupping my cheek with the other. Cautiously, his fingers danced down, toying with the edge of my bra. I gave a nod of go-ahead, and he plunged his fingers into my left cup. I moaned as his long slender fingers traced the under half of my breast, his palm just barely grazing my sensitive bundle of nerves. He bent over and captured my lips with his once more, circling his fingers around my nipple. He removed his hand from my bra and pulled back from our kiss, almost making me whimper from the loss of contact. L hooked his fingers on the underside of my bra, flicking it upwards so that my breasts were exposed.

I gasped at the sudden change of temperature that hit my body. With no hesitation, L leaned down and left behind feathery-like kisses all around my right breast. Then, all at once he took my pink bundle of nerves into his mouth, whilst kneading my neglected breast with his hand. I arched my back and moaned loudly, running my hands through L's wild hair. I could feel his tongue swirl around my nipple, and damn it felt amazing. L enticed another moan out of me before releasing my nipple.

With a pant he met my eyes once more, "You know," He chuckled, "You shouldn't be so loud,"

I glared and panted, "Yeah, well maybe if you wouldn't do stuff like that I wouldn't be so loud,"

An evil grin spread across his face, "What? Do you mean this?"

Before I could stop him, he leaned down and took my other nipple into his mouth, giving it the same treatment as the other. I bit my lip to keep another moan down, lest we be heard. How long have we been in here? I wondered, slightly worried, the chefs could come in at any minute now.

"L," I moaned, "L, I need-" I must've sounded so pathetic at the moment, panting like a damn dog, "What time is it?" I managed to breathe out after a few tries.

L pulled back from my breast and pulled out his phone from his back pocket, holding it by his thumb and index finger.

Pushing a button, the phone lit up and displayed 11:56 A.M. Gasping, I pulled my bra back down over my breasts. Pushing L backwards slightly I hopped off of the island and went to go reach for my shirt. Slipping it back on, I tossed L his. Besides his hair being a little messier than usual and his cheeks sporting a fine coat of red, L looked virtually unchanged from our actions. I, however, don't know if I could say the same.

"As much as I would simply adore spending more time doing... what we were," I stated softly, feeling slightly embarrassed, "The chefs could be coming in here any minute to make lunch,"

L nodded, walking closer towards me, "Yes, I thought about that too. But honestly, I didn't care. This game of ours, it's pretty fun,"

I chuckled, still a little breathless, "Now that's just your dick talking," Feeling brave, I reached down and gave a quick pat on 'Little L'. L groaned in response, and I muttered a quick apology.

Not a second later, a trio of older Asian women in aprons walked through the doorway chattering about who-knows what. L and I said nothing, just watched as they walked by. Eventually, one of the ladies turned and noticed us standing off to the side. She jumped and held a hand over her heart, muttering something in another language. She looked between us with wide eyes.

After a moment of silence, she bowed, "Master L," and turned back to the other two women, who had already started preparing lunch. L placed a hand on the small of my back and led me out the door into the hallway.

"Well," I began with a smirk, "Feel anything yet, L?"

He placed a thumb in his mouth, and muttered, "You mean besides feeling unsatisfied?"

I crossed my arms and pouted, "Hey! I thought I did good in there. Kinda hard to please a guy to that point with their pants still on,"

He leaned down low and muttered into my ear, "That's okay. Our game isn't finished yet. Unless you felt something back there,"

I scoffed, "You mean aside from pleasure? Nope. Like I told B, it's gonna take more than that to seduce me,"

L hummed in response, chewing on his thumb with a newfound vigor, "So Back-up is attempting to seduce you?"

Not understanding what he's getting at, I cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah, although you've hit farther than he has, and that's only because my pride's on the line here in our game. If it weren't for that, you'd get no farther than what you could dream,"

He nodded, smirking, "The same goes to you, Cynder." Without another word, L turned and walked off down the hall, leaving me alone.

Turning in the other direction, I jogged upstairs towards my room. Unlocking the door, I flipped on the lights and stole a quick glance at myself in the mirror; my hair was slightly frizzy, and my cheeks were- as BB so kindly put it- as red as a tomato. But other than that, I was no worse for wear than L. Quickly snatching clothes from my dresser, I sauntered down the hall to the showers. Stepping through the doors, I was surprised to find it actually inhabited by some of the girls here. Not paying any mind to them, I quickly stepped into one of the corner showers and turned the water on. Pulling the curtain shut behind me, I shed my clothes and threw them over the wall railing. I sighed in content and began thinking about our kitchen escapade.

Has L ever done that with anyone before? I thought with genuine curiosity. He seemed to know what he was doing, albeit a little nervously at first. Most likely not. He said so himself, Normally I'm not partial to physical contact of any kind, which I'm assuming means he's never even touched anyone like that. I stifled a giggle, or has been touched like that.

With a sigh, I closed my eyes and scrubbed my face with soap, loving the scent of it. A cold shudder suddenly passed through my spine as I felt like I was being watched. I snapped my eyes open and scanned the stall I was in. Seeing no one, I peeked out from behind the curtain, half expecting to see BB hiding out somewhere. Both of the stalls next to me were empty, as were the ones across from me. Brushing it off as paranoia, I continued bathing. Moments later, a feeling of something akin to a hand ran down the length of my hair. My breath hitched and my eyes went wide. With a small ounce of courage, I spun around only to see nothing but air.

A shaky sigh left me, maybe I'm just imagining it. I lifted a quivering hand up the my forehead and closed my eyes, I haven't been getting enough sleep lately.

Opening my eyes, I turned around to grab my wash rag, only to stop dead in my tracks. Gangling and grotesque were the only two words that came to mind. It had to have been around 7 feet tall, with inky black skin that seemed to constantly be dripping off, only to evaporate the moment it touched ground. It's head was nothing more than a skull that seemed to have an endless smile completed with razor sharp looking fangs. Two curled ram horns adorned the side of it's head. It's body looked like it had been placed on a medical torture device and stretched for far too long; it's seven fingers and arms were much too long for it's body, as were it's claw-like feet.

It stood hunched over in the corner of the shower, watching me with red, hungry eyes.

One word came to mind at that moment; RUN.

So there we go! Again I'm so dreadfully sorry for the wait. I'm also sorry that this chapter is meh. The next chapter will hopefully be way better~

But as always, my question still stands of what you guys wanna see in future chapters, blah blah blah.

I'm gonna go yell at my still-hospitalized idiot.

~JAFS signing off