I want to turn it upside down. I'll find the things they say just can't be found. I'll share this love with everyone. We'll sing and dance to Mother Nature's songs. I don't want this feeling to go away...
"...I didn't know you listened to American music," L said slowly the next week as he inspected Matsuda's CD collection. There weren't a lot, and most of them were old. And half of them were singers from the states. L hadn't known that Matsuda even understood English, let alone listen to it.
"Ah! It's my dad's collection. He had a penpal from there and the guy would send him CDs. I barely understand what he's saying, but it's nice to listen to, isn't it?" Matsuda said, grinning sheepishly from where he was bending over to dig out a pan in the kitchen. L let out a soft "ah" and continued browsing the collection.
"So who is this singing now?"
"Um... Jack Johnson, I think? Ow!" Matsuda whined as he banged his head on the counter as he stood up. Rubbing his head, he put the pot on the stove top and started the burner.
L stood up, swaying slightly for a moment as his legs adjusted to being used again. Once steady, he went over to Matsuda, wrapping his arms around the detective's waist and putting his chin on Matsuda's shoulder.
"It's nice," L murmured, breathing lightly on Matsuda's ears. Shuddering slightly, Matsuda managed a nod.
"Y-yeah... muu, Ryuuzaki-kun, are you sure we can't eat out? I'm not that great of a cook..." Matsuda pouted, glaring half-heartedly at L.
"But you asked if I wanted to eat with you," L said innocently, stepping on his toes so he could lean forward and peer at Matsuda. "I assumed you were asking where I wanted to eat."
"I meant at a restaurant! Not my house!" Matsuda whined, adding water to the pot.
"So you don't want me here...?" L asked again, jutting out his lower lip. Matsuda glanced at L to glare at him again, only to wilt when he saw L's expression.
"N-no, I do! But... you confuse me, Ryuuzaki-kun!" Matsuda exclaimed, setting the pot on the stove with more force than needed, water threatening to splash up over the sides.
"It doesn't take much," L smirked. Matsuda groaned, muttering about how everyone liked to pick on him as he ripped open a bag of curly noodles and dumped the contents inside. Watching him, L spoke up again. "So now they just need to boil?"
"Yup! It'll be awhile though, since there's so many and the water hasn't warmed... up... unn..." Matsuda said, groaning as L shoved him roughly against the counter top and attacked his lips and tongue. This time, it didn't take Matsuda so long before he joined in the kiss as well, wrapping his arms around L's neck, hands toying with the older man's hair. L made a mewl at that, before tugging on Matsuda's hands and pulling him back into the living room, shoving him onto an armchair before climbing on top of Matsuda as well. Once again, L started kissing Matsuda, and Matsuda was unable to do anything because of their positions besides kiss back.
After some time, as both were gasping for breath, it was then that Matsuda's eyes widened and he roughly shoved L off.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, running over to the stove to check on the noodles. He quickly shut off the flame, groaning slightly as he walked over to the fridge and got out some butter. Getting a fork out, he used it as a knife and cut off a chunk of butter, adding it on top of the noodles and slathering them with the butter. Once finished with that, he put the butter away again and added salt and pepper to the noodles.
"You want food from me so much, and then you make me nearly burn it. You make no sense!" Matsuda pouted, spooning the noodles onto two plates that were waiting on the counter. Walking over to the table with them, he put the plates down and got out another fork. L had wandered over by that time and wrinkled his nose at the sight of the plain, boring, not-sweet noodles. Catching this, Matsuda tapped L on the nose.
"I can't cook much else! This is the fanciest I can do, okay? My mom didn't trust me with the stove when I nearly burned the house down one night trying to cook chicken... but it wasn't my fault! Akira-kun had come over; what was I supposed to do? I was young!" Matsuda said, turning his head to the side to hide his blush. A hand on his chin and his face was turned towards L, who held a fork with the noodles on it. Slowly, L put the fork in his mouth and pulled it out, noodle-free. He chewed, swallowed, and smiled.
"It's fine, Matsuda-kun. Even if it was just cheap ramen noodles, it would still be delicious if you made it."
And as they sat down and ate their noodles, Matsuda couldn't help but feel as if this was what the married life felt like.