A/N: Thanks for all the reviews!!!! Don't forget, I'm happy with whatever ya wanna mention XD
Okay, I gotta warn you guys…in this chapter I had to do a LOT of research, but I'm not entirely sure how accurate everything is going to be. Just apply suspension of disbelief, can we do that? PLEASE? I'm not good with maps…
The above note was also why is took so long to get this chapter out. My apologies.
Disclaimer: I don't own DN (or the Wedding Date)
Once L got his Easy-Bake Oven to work all he wanted to do was cook. He was completely distracted from the Kira case. Actually, he hadn't even mentioned Kira in almost two weeks. Maybe Misa was right, and I could go forever without L finding out my true identity.
I was lounging on the couch, watching television, and L was making Angel Food Cake in his Easy-Bake when I got an idea.
"I think we should take a vacation," I suggested.
"Hm? Where would you like to go, Light?" L responded.
"A beach, definitely. Maybe the United States or Mexico. I'll do some research," I grabbed L's laptop and started looking for beaches.
"I do own an island, you know," L informed me.
"What? You own an island?" I asked, flabbergasted.
"Yes. I keep it as a small private escape island, in case of emergency. It wouldn't be very much fun for a vacation, seeing as there's nothing on it except a small cottage with an entirely wood-burning kitchen, mattress, and no bathroom," he sighed. "I really should upgrade it…"
"That's a nice offer, but I think we should stick to commercial residency," I laughed. The Kira-side of my mind of course wanted to find out where this getaway island was, but I simply made a mental note to investigate later.
"If you're not interested in my island, I would recommend taking a visit to Hayman," L said. "Oh no!" he gasped as he pulled his Angel Food Cake out from his Easy-Bake Oven. "I burned it," he said sadly.
"Hayman? What's that?" I asked.
"It's a private island resort, in the Great Barrier Reef. Australia," he added when I still looked a little fuzzy.
"Oh," I said, typing the name into a search engine.
"It's the best place to go. With a heavy price tag…but I'll take care of that," L shrugged, popping the burnt cake into his mouth.
I found the Hayman website (1) and immediately agreed with L. It looked absolutely gorgeous. I'd never been to Australia, but I'd always wanted to go.
"Sounds like the perfect place," I nodded. I let out a whistle of breath when I saw the prices. "The cheapest room is almost six hundred bucks a night!"
"What's the most expensive?" L inquired.
"That's not important. Prices aside, they have an Oriental penthouse that looks beautiful. What do you say to that, a little bit of Japan in our room?" I grinned.
"Whatever you like, Light," L said softly. "I'll arrange the transportation, the resort, everything," he turned off his Easy-Bake Oven and picked up the phone, already dialing somebody's number. He spoke lowly so I didn't know what he was saying, but after only a few minutes he hung up.
"A private jet will pick us up in two hours to take us from here to Sydney, which is about a ten hour flight. Then we'll take a car from Sydney to Hayman. They're approximately an hour ahead, so I suppose we'll have a bit of jet lag…is that a problem?" L questioned.
"No, it's fine, it's fine," I assured him. I was actually getting excited about our trip. "How long are we going to be gone?"
"When we want to go home I'll make a phone call," he explained.
"Okay, so we have two hours to get packed!"
***
I must've fallen asleep sometime on the plane, because when I woke up my head was resting on L's shoulder while he was peering out of the window. We were passing over the ocean, which looked bluer than I'd remembered.
L was eating a piece of cake, and there was a bag of potato chips on the mini-table in front of me.
"What time is it?" I asked groggily, opening the chips.
"Around an hour before we land," L replied, handing me a glass of champagne.
"I don't really drink…" I said, putting the champagne on the table.
"Try it," L encouraged me. "There's something very poetic about drinking champagne on a private jet with your lover."
I shrugged and took a sip. It had a light, slightly dry flavor that I found quite refreshing. "Not bad," I shrugged.
"It goes wonderfully with cake," he grinned.
I turned my attention to a large screen being projected onto the wall. A movie I didn't recognize was playing. A nice-looking woman with dark red hair and a handsome black-haired man were talking.
"You know what pisses me off? I've been spilling my guts all weekend and I don't know a thing about you," the woman said. The man paused before answering.
"I'm allergic to fabric softener. I majored in comparative literature at Brown. I hate anchovies. And I think I'd miss you even if we never met," he replied.
"What is this?" I laughed.
"The Wedding Date. I find this movie fairly romantic," L mumbled.
"You're cute," I grinned, leaning over to kiss L's cheek. I closed my eyes and tried to get a bit more sleep before we arrived.
***
L woke me up when the plane landed, but I was feeling a little dazed and tired when we reached the resort, so I didn't fully see the beauty of it until the morning. When I woke up I was stunned with the beauty of our room alone. It certainly was rightly named as the Oriental Penthouse, with just the right touch of Asia combined with the gorgeous beach resort.
I made my way into the kitchen, where a plate of delicious-looking pancakes were waiting for me, along with L.
"Good morning," I smiled.
"Hello," L beamed. "How are you?"
"Wonderful," I answered as I took a pancake from the platter. "It's amazing here."
"Yes, it's very nice," he agreed. "I thought we'd spend today with the water, be it beach or pool. There's a sandcastle contest going on about a mile down the beach," he informed me.
"Good idea," I nodded. After we finished our breakfast we went to change into our swimsuits. I wore simple blue trunks, trying to keep it casual. However I couldn't help but laugh when I saw L. He was wearing a Speedo with black and white vertical stripes that was way tighter than it probably should've been.
"Well, well, well, aren't you sexy," I chuckled.
"It's extremely hot. The temperature," he explained.
"I wasn't complaining," I clarified.
"Would you mind helping me apply some suntan lotion? I burn easily," L held out a tube of sunscreen.
"Hm? Oh, sure," I took the sunscreen and squeezed some onto my hands, rubbing them all over L's body. Since he was hardly wearing anything I had to put the lotion almost everywhere. I ran my fingers over his chest, marveling at his taut physique. He was the perfect combination of slim and muscular, creating an unbelievably sexy body. When I was finished with the suntan lotion the room definitely seemed a lot steamier.
"Do you need some help?" L offered as I tried to wipe the sunscreen onto my own body. I nodded, and L's fingers began working their magic. He massaged my shoulders and back, rubbing the lotion in deeply. I couldn't resist letting out a soft moan as his hands flew over my abs, roaming up to my chest. I was disappointed when he stopped, but excited about the rest of the day.
***
The pool was spacious and the water was a crystal blue color. Palm trees surrounded it, creating a border between the pool and the ocean, which were both the most beautiful shade of blue I'd ever seen. I dipped my toe in he water, and it was the perfect temperature, not so warm it felt unpleasant, but not too cold either.
Seeing as it was off-season it wasn't too crowded. A few people were lounging in chairs around the pool, and there was an elderly woman in the Jacuzzi, but otherwise the place was deserted.
"I rather need a tan," L decided, settling himself into one of the reclining chairs.
"I'm going to take a dip in the pool first," I said, heading over to one of the many diving boards. I climbed up, turned around, and executed a swift back flip into the pool.
I rose to the surface and shook my head, causing water to fly everywhere. I did a couple of casual laps across the pool before pulling myself out. L had a glass in his hand and was slurping down the contents in a hurry. When he finished he simply set the glass aside and a bartender brought him another. L stopped the bartender and told him something, receiving a polite nod in return. Curious, I went over to L.
"What are you drinking? Nothing alcoholic, I hope," I scowled.
"Well, I was drinking a piña colada, but now he's bringing me a Singapore Sling, I believe it's called," L said.
"L! It's barely noon and you're drinking cocktails?!" I said disapprovingly.
"…Yes," he nodded slowly. "I enjoy sweet drinks." The bartender returned with a dark pink drink and handed it to L. "Light, would you like a drink?"
"No, I'm not thirsty," I declined.
"One drink won't hurt. It's on me," L persuaded me.
"Fine. Bourbon on the rocks," I ordered in a sigh. The bartender nodded and left.
"Hm. For someone who doesn't drink, you're sure up on the lingo," L noticed.
"It's what my father drinks," I rolled my eyes. The bartender handed me the drink, and I took a cautious sip. It was rough and tasted like oak. I barely managed to swallow it.
"Maybe you'd prefer a sweeter drink?" L tried not to laugh.
"No, I like it," I lied, taking another swig. "Now are you going to just lay there and tan, or are you going to swim?"
In response L stood up slowly and dipped a toe in the pool. He frowned and pulled back. "Let's walk on the beach."
***
We walked on the glorious beach for about a mile, until we reached the sandcastle competition. I'd finished my first bourbon and started another, and was beginning to feel a little tipsy. L had finished his Singapore Sling and had moved onto a Long Island Iced Tea.
"Whaddya say we build a sandcastle?" I suggested. L shrugged. I examined the event. There were about ten competitors, including one woman building a sandcastle that had a positively massive dragon. I was intimidated, but still, I was sure L and I could make something good. I signed us up and we started to build.
***
After ten minutes I'd lost all hope. The sand simply wouldn't cooperate! I did everything I could, from getting it slightly damp to keeping it dusty, nothing worked! I couldn't construct the image in my head.
Frustrated, I plopped down and took a gulp of bourbon. L cocked his head, stuck his thumb in his mouth, and stared at the lump of sand in front of us. Slowly he started to toy with it, rolling it around and the like. Somehow the sand seemed to listen to L more, and he had the base of the castle built up within five minutes. All I could do was watch, completely stunned, as L created a spectacular mansion.
When the judges came around their mouths dropped at L's fortress. It had incredibly intricate design, with tiny windows, perfectly sculpted towers, and the whole thing rested on an enormous sand base.
L sprawled out on the beach and took a slurp from his Long Island Iced Tea. The judges finished looking at his sandcastle and moved on to the last competitors. Finally they went to the head of the crowd to announce the winners.
"First place goes to…Contestant Twelve!" the judges declared. I checked our number and saw that we'd won!
"L! L, we won!" I gasped.
"Hm?" L sat up. "Oh. Yay, fun fun," he plopped back down. I scrambled onto the stage to grab the prize, a gift certificate for swimming with dolphins.
People started crowding around L's sandcastle, trying to look at the winner, so we started walking back down the beach. It took us twenty minutes to reach our hotel, and by then we were both starving. The bartender served us some peanuts, and L ordered another drink, this time a Cheesecake Martini (2). I settled on something called a Black Velvet.
We spent the rest of the afternoon drinking, munching on peanuts, and doing a bit of light swimming. At around nine o'clock we wandered onto the beach, both of us more than a little tipsy.
"It's so…beautiful!" L cried, wading into the water. He stumbled and got completely drenched, which caused me to laugh non-stop for at least ten minutes. The two of us toppled onto the sand, giggling and hiccupping.
"I love you, L Lawliet," I mumbled, resting my head on his shoulder.
"I love you too," he chuckled.
"Well…I love you, you love me…let's make love!" I guffawed. L gave me a slobbery kiss and tried to take off my swimsuit, but he was too drunk to figure out how to get it off.
"I'll do it, I'll do it," I grumbled, kicking my swimsuit off.
"Haha, you have such a big cock, Light," L giggled, reaching over to play with my length.
"Hey, hey, you gotta take, take your clothes off," my tongue tripped on my words.
"Oh alright," he muttered, removing his Speedo. I grinned and lowered my mouth to smear my lips across his tip. After a few more blurred kisses I flipped L over and waved my hand in front of his face. He grabbed it and licked my fingers woozily. I took my hand back and thrust a finger into his entrance.
"Ow!" L gasped.
"Sorry, baby," I laughed, adding another finger. He grimaced but didn't protest. After a little drunk finger wiggling I removed my fingers and lowered myself into him. L let out a loud moan and mashed his head against the sand. I thrust into him deeply, all of my inhibitions gone. I let out a low moan, and L started bucking his hips against me.
"Oh, so tight," I mumbled, increasing the speed of my thrusts. Somehow I slipped out of L, but managed to get back in and continue my thrusting.
"Mmm, yeah baby," I grunted, my body whamming against L's. After a few more minutes I exploded inside of him before disintegrating on top of him. Realizing that L hadn't had an orgasm yet I brought my mouth to his erection and started sucking on him. I ran my tongue down his length, pumping his base with my hand. My tongue darted out to touch the sweet spot just under his tip, and he let go inside my mouth. He almost tasted like alcohol, and I swallowed without a second thought.
"Mmm, I love you," I repeated, snuggling down onto L's chest. We fell asleep naked together on the beach, the sound of the waves crashing around us.
***
I woke up at five the next morning with a throbbing headache. I quickly pulled my swimsuit on and rinsed myself off in the ocean. Thankfully no one else was outside yet, so I hurried to wake L up and get back into our room.
I tried to remember what happened last night, but everything was foggy. There was the sandcastle contest…then something with peanuts…did we have sex?
I looked nervously at L, wondering if I'd said anything I shouldn't have. If I had, L probably wouldn't remember anyways, I tried to reassure myself. Luckily we made it into the room without any funny looks from the workers, and we relaxed on one of the many couches in the room.
Suddenly one memory hit me like a bullet. I'd called L L Lawliet! If he recalled that I was dead for sure!
L hadn't spoken since I woke him up, so I had no idea what his memory of last night was. Staring at him anxiously, I got up the nerve to talk.
"So…does your head hurt as bad as mine?" I laughed restlessly.
"Yes, I suppose it does. Before we left Watari gave me a recipe for something called a hang over drink. We should most likely try it," L suggested.
Phew.
It seemed like L had no recollection of me using his full name. Or if he had he certainly wasn't letting on.
"Right, good idea. I'll make the drink if you give me the recipe," I offered. L told me where to find the recipe in his suitcase, and I rushed off to find it.
Once I had the recipe I went back into the kitchen, but let out a ear-splitting screech when I saw L standing there with a knife.
"L!" I shrieked.
"Oh, hello Light. I was just cutting up some carrots for the remedy," he explained.
"Oh! Ha, silly me," I sighed.
"Are you alright?" L peered at me suspiciously.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine! I'm just fine," I nodded overeagerly. Damn it, why couldn't I act normal?!
"I've rented a Vespa for the trip, so I thought today would be water day. Swimming with dolphins, scuba diving, surfing, things like that," L informed me.
"I've never done any of those things," I shrugged. "They sound like fun."
"Alright. After breakfast we can change and take the Vespa over to the dolphin cove. Oh, I will need a piece of cake before we leave, however," L stated.
"Sure, good plan," I smiled, still feeling a bit nervous.
"Are you sure you're alright?" L furrowed his non-existent eyebrows.
"FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M FINE!" I yelled.
An uncomfortable silence filled the room. I cleared my throat, embarrassed.
"Sorry," I coughed.
"…Yes…" L said slowly.
"I'm tired, that's all. Maybe I should take a little nap before we go," I confessed, heading over to the bed.
"If you feel that's best. I'll wake you up," L nodded.
I slid under the cover and shut my eyes, deciding I'd fake sleep for a while. I made a promise to myself to never get drunk in L's presence again. It was too big a risk. I couldn't let everything be destroyed because I was dumb enough to admit to being Kira when I was drunk.
(1) Yes, this is a real place. I found it on the Forbes website; it's supposedly the best resort in Australia. Don't sue me, guys!
(2) All of the drinks are real
Okay, okay, I'm done! Finally! If you're interested in pictures of L's banana hammock, the sandcastle, and the Hayman Resort website, check out my profile. Once the Vespa is actually in the story more I'll put a link for a picture of that up as well.
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