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Fun, eh??? Making a game out of it.
*takes deep breath*
I gotsta put my thinking cap on to pull some plot outta my ass.
I woke up feeling drained, physically and emotionally. L was typing on his laptop next to me, sipping a cup of coffee.
"Morning," I sat up, rubbing my eyes. I frowned when I noticed L had handcuffed us together again.
"Good morning Light," he said softly. I yawned and stretched.
"Are you still mad about last night?" I asked.
"I'm not angry," he clarified.
"Then what's the matter? You're being distant," I tried to search his eyes, but they remained fixated on the computer screen.
"We need to shower," he observed. I felt my chest. Dried bits and pieces of dessert were caked onto me. I picked a cherry out of my hair, disgusted.
"Yes, we do," I agreed. "But how are you going to shower with a sprained ankle?" I questioned.
"I suppose we could take a bath," he shrugged, closing his computer screen.
"Okay," I slid out of bed and hurried to the other side to help L up. He was reluctant to lean on me but did so anyways, and together we hobbled to the bathroom.
I started the water and plugged the drain, letting L sit on the toilet seat while I stood. I waited until the tub was mostly full and helped L get in before climbing in next to him. I stopped the water, relishing the feel of it against my dirty body. I grabbed the soap and lathered up, playfully rubbing some on L. His body stiffened against my touch.
"Seriously L, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned. He didn't answer. "L, please," I looked into his eyes.
"I liked it," he whispered.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" I was puzzled.
"Last night, when you…" he let his voice trail off. "I liked it," he admitted.
"Why is that a problem?" I was still confused.
"I allowed you to force me to do something against my will. I shouldn't have liked it," he explained.
"It's kinky, that's all," I smiled. He shrugged. I picked up the soap again, rubbing it in my hands and blowing the suds at L. He tried to hide his grin.
Within seconds we were rolling around in the tub and laughing, throwing bubbles and splashing water at each other. It felt amazingly good to clean off all of the nasty coagulated dessert, but the sight of the now gross water was enough to make us scurry out of the tub.
L seemed to be able to put more weight on his ankle, and could stand up fine with simply resting a shoulder against the wall.
I grabbed a towel and dragged it down L's torso, stopping briefly at his length for a little fun. He grinned and found a towel to torture me with, wiping me down. We continued drying each other off until we were squeaky clean, and slipped into some new clothes.
We headed to the kitchen for a morning cup of coffee. L looked absolutely adorable, seeing as he had left a small white towel draped over his head. I added some sugar to the coffee and we drank together, sharing a smile.
"L, I have to confess something," I bit my lip.
"Yes?" he raised his non existent eyebrows.
"Last night, when I forced you to beg like that…I felt like Kira afterwards. I felt so cruel," I blushed.
"Hm. Yes, it was Kira-like behavior," he concurred.
"But I can't be Kira! I haven't killed anyone!" I insisted.
"You had doubts about being Kira before. We observed you, threatened to kill you, drove you entirely insane. You persevered, always saying you weren't Kira. Now you're thinking the same thing again?" he confirmed.
"No, I don't think I'm Kira anymore, that's for sure. I just felt like Kira. Mean," it was difficult to explain.
"Hm. I'm not sure," he stroked his lip.
We drank our coffee in silence a little while longer.
"Light?" L broke the silence.
"Yes?"
"I have to confess something as well," he turned to face me, looking nervous.
"I'm listening," I put my cup down.
"I love you," he declared.
My heart froze. He loved me? L? After only a few sexual encounters and a pie eating contest he had fallen in love?
I considered my feelings for him. Would I dare call it love?
"I…" I looked at the ground. "I can't believe you just said that," I sighed.
"What is so unbelievable about it?" he asked.
"I…I don't know," I shook my head. "But aren't I still your top Kira suspect? How can you love me?" it didn't make sense to me.
"I don't control my feelings, Light," he said like it was obvious.
"I know that, I just…" once again, L had left me speechless. He leaned in to kiss me, taking me by surprise. Usually I was the one initiating kisses. I kissed him back eagerly, trying not to be too forceful so I wouldn't hurt his ankle.
He pushed me against the kitchen counter harshly, biting my lower lip. Startled, I stood there awkwardly. After a while we began kissing normally again, but I could tell L wanted more. I picked him up again, hauling him into the bedroom. I set him on the bed and he pulled me down next to him, kissing me with enthusiasm. Our tongues danced, our hearts raced, and our hands explored each others bodies. We stripped out of our freshly laundered clothes and I started to turn L onto his stomach, but I felt him protest.
"What? You don't want this?" I pulled back, not wanting to force him into something again.
"I want this in a different way," he explained. He did the best he could to turn me over, but his ankle restricted him. Figuring it out, I laid down with my stomach on the bed, already nervous.
L kneeled behind me, kissing down my back. I moaned, now positive I knew what was to come. His fingers flew up to my mouth, and I sucked them hungrily. Then he brought his hand down to my entrance, sliding in a slick finger. I moaned and buried my face in the pillow, trying to get used to the feeling.
He added another finger and I held my breath, confused at how wonderful and torturous it felt at the same time.
He inserted yet a third finger and at this I couldn't help but let out a small scream which was muffled by the pillow. Finally I gasped as L entered me completely, his erection fully inside of me. He began thrusting into me, slowly at first, and then faster and harder. I moaned with almost every thrust, now totally enjoying the feeling. I wanted more, harder, deeper.
"L, deeper…" I groaned. He started smashing into me, grunting at full volume. I savored the feeling racing through my body, and after another few seconds I couldn't even think. L thrust harder and faster, causing me to grip to the bed sheet tightly, my entire body rocking with his force. I felt as if I'd explode any second.
"God, L…" I moaned. Sweat cascaded down both our bodies, making my entrance even slicker and allowing L to go even deeper. He pressed his sweaty forehead against my back, panting as our bodies collided. With a final moan he exploded inside of me, permitting my own sweet release.
I was left with a strange feeling, something new. I'd actually liked L taking control like he did, but at the same time I preferred to be the one humping away.
L had collapsed on top of me and was completely out of breath. He rolled over and clutched his ankle, grimacing.
"L? L, what's wrong?" I shot up, worried. "L, honey, talk to me," I said when he didn't answer.
"Ah, my ankle," he grasped it tightly. "That was probably a mistake," he said. I knew he was talking about the sex. I jumped out of bed and hurried to the kitchen, fetching another ice pack out of the freezer. I rushed back into the bedroom and pressed it against L's ankle.
"Did you call me honey?" he questioned when I came back.
"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Just a minute ago. Did you call me honey?" L asked with his adorable innocent face.
"Well…yeah," I shrugged.
"Hm. That's interesting," he said thoughtfully.
"How's your ankle?" I tried to distract him.
"Painful," he winced, holding the ice pack against it.
It was in that moment, when I felt that L trusted me and depended on me, when my heart was swollen with emotion towards him, that I knew.
"I love you too," I whispered.
"I thought so," he smiled.
Alright friends and lovers, chapter 7 comes to a close with a sappy moment. More plot to come in chapter 8, and I promise chapter 9 will send everyone stumbling off a cliff.
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