A/N: Thank you all SO much for the lovely reviews!!!! It just made my day, even my week, to get back from my cottage and find so many happy little reviews waiting for me. :)
I quite like this next part, and anyone who's ever ridden too many rollercoasters in a day will get the last bit. :P
Oh, side note, I'm currently obsessed with making Death Note necklaces out of old Scrabble pieces...I mod podged the first few a couple hours ago, and they are SO cute!! I really like the 'L' piece with L on the back. :D Maybe I'll post pictures somewhere? I was thinking of selling some eventually.
Anywho, it's Ggggggg-reat to be back to technology, although I enjoyed my stint in the wilderness as well, and I hope you will all continue to offer your lovely support. Hugs and cookies! ~katie-elise
Chapter 3
"What?!"
"Is that not the point of being in the Tunnel of Love?"
"Well, yes, it is, but under normal circumstances two people would have chosen to be in the Tunnel of Love together."
"We did that. We simply were unaware that it was the Tunnel of Love when we chose to be in it".
"Same thing".
"No, Light-kun, it is not".
"Yes, L, it is"
"Light-kun is arguing with me over mere frivolities of language and the paradigm of what constitutes a decision, when we could be doing as the ride suggests and 'getting it on'!"
"Then shut up and kiss me!"
L was momentarily stunned by Light's forwardness, and it took him several moments longer to locate his companion's face in the pitch black, and even then his aim was off, and he ended up kissing Light's ear.
"That's my ear"
"Yes, I realize that" L grated out, getting aggravated. "Light-kun could help me attempt to locate his face"
"If you're going to be pissy about it, you can just forget the whole thing"
"Fine"
"Fine!"
At this point, if the lights had been on, two geniuses would have been seen sitting in a swan boat in the middle of a plastic rose garden, both crossing their arms over their chests and glaring in opposite directions.
After several minutes of silence, L realized that he was still holding Light's arm. Sighing, he pushed all their arguments to the back of his mind. When was he going to have another chance like this?
Slowly, as if he wasn't really thinking about it, L began playing with the cuff of Light's sleeve. He peeled it back a little, exposing Light's wrist, and started making circles there with his thumb.
When he felt the other man's hand twitch and clench a little, he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on the inside of Light's wrist.
Tugging the fabric up a bit more, he kissed further up the inside of Light's arm, which was shivering under his lips.
L continued rolling up the sleeve and kissing a trail up the man's arm until the sleeve refused to go past Light's elbow.
Undeterred, L persisted in kissing up his companion's arm, lips pressing against the still damp fabric, eventually reaching Light's shoulder. By this point, the younger man was limp and shuddering, his breath coming in short gasps, and one hand had found its way into L's mass of hair.
In the dark, L used his lips to find his way over Light's shoulder and to his collarbone, where he gently ran his teeth, eliciting a muffled moan from the other man, who twisted his hand tighter in L's hair.
Next L let his mouth drift up towards the soft spot where Light's neck and shoulder met, sucking slightly as Light's arm snaked around his waist, pulling him closer and causing the boat to slosh a bit.
Light's fingers worked their way into the waistband of L's pants, hooking there and teasing the skin underneath. L groaned, losing his composure and working more passionately up Light's neck, planting butterfly kisses along his jaw, finally landing at the corner of the other man's mouth and staying there, teasing softly.
Light made a small noise of complaint in the back of his throat, turning his head in an attempt to meet L's lips with his own.
He whined further as the detective leaned back, staying just on the edge of his mouth and out of his reach.
Then L stuck his tongue out and started licking the stray bit of candy apple from the corner of Light's mouth, and the younger man lost it.
With a predatory growl, Light used his holds in L's waistband and hair to pull the detective on top of him, forcing the other man to face him. L pulled back slightly, and the two momentarily froze as they met in a heated gaze.
For several seconds the only sound was of quickened breathing, and then lips were clashing as both men moved towards each other, their hands frantically twining about each other's necks as L scooted further onto Light's lap.
He twisted his fingers into the hair at the nap of the younger man's neck, tugging Light's head back so he could deepen the kiss, and he could feel Light's eyelashes flutter and a moan ripple through the other man's throat.
L whimpered as he felt Light's fingers work their way under his damp shirt, tightening his legs around the man's waist and kissing down the side of his neck…
Neither man noticed the first tactful cough, but it was much harder to ignore the cold, prying fingers at their shoulders. Eventually breaking away from each other, the two fixed still-lust-ridden eyes on a grimy, toothless man who seemed entirely non-pulsed by the grown men snogging in a swan boat.
It was then that realization worked its way through the haze of desire and into L's brain.
Glancing around, he gathered that power must have been restored to the ride while he was..ahh, distracted, and now the ride had come to its termination. This adequately explained the creepy man forcibly separating him from his Light.
If this was the end of the ride, it followed that the carny here would be familiar with physically separating lovebirds who refused to recognize that the Tunnel of Love had come to an end.
Snaking his arm around Light's waist, as the other man seemed to still be confused, L led him off the ride and back into the rain.
Once outside L pushed a still dazed Light up against the rickety wooden wall of the ticket stand, linking his hands around the man's waist and leaning towards his wet, swollen lips, dripping with rain…
He had only been kissing Light for a second when a gratingly high squeal pierced his concentration.
"LIIIIIGGHHHT! WHERE ARE YOU?! I DROPPED OFF THE ALIGATOR!!"
L shuddered; Misa had returned. Planting one last kiss on Light, who whined as the detective pulled out of his embrace, L turned to face the little blond.
"Misa Misa, we're over here"
"Oh! There you two are! I was starting to worry you had abandoned Misa Misa and gone off on your own"
L tried to stifle a knowing grin.
"Light, did you miss Misa Misa? Oh? What's this? Light is all flushed!"
Misa placed the back of her small hand on Light's forhead.
"And he's feverish, too! We need to get out of this rain, before my sweet boyfriend catches a bad cold!"
With that, Misa decisively led the way back towards the buses, completely missing the fact that the two men following her were holding hands and giving each other longing glances.
The air on the bus ride back was full of tension, and it was a true testament to Misa's trust in Light that she didn't suspect anything when her supposed lover reached over her to tuck a stray piece of hair lovingly behind L's ear.
When the three had made it back to their floor in the hotel, it became apparent that Misa had, in fact, been right. Light was snuffling and sneezing, and his skin was hot with fever. L wasn't fairing much better; he was shuddering so hard with chills that his teeth were chattering.
Therefore, it surprised no one when the two men retired to bed early, after L had eaten some cake and replaced the handcuffs.
However, it would have been surprising had anyone known how Light and L both snuggled, exhausted, into the same bed, arms wrapped loosely around each other and noses just touching.
In the short moments before L was claimed in sweet, peaceful sleep, his mind and body felt as if they were once again riding the curves of the rollercoaster, the sensation so real that his stomach actually dipped.
Frowning slightly, he scooched closer to Light. The feeling immediately abated as Light's breath ghosted over him, and L allowed a small, happy smile to grace his features as he drifted into pleasant dreams.