A/N: Just another short chapter. After this I think I'll write the ending, and that's pretty short too I think. It's time this little ghost story came to a close. It also becoming dangerously fluffy in this chapter! :O
In the morning Light awakes, a gradual stirring where his eyes flutter erratically and his aching limbs flex. His fingers glide across the sheets to catch upon a crumpled wrapper. He turns his head and lifts himself up to survey the damage. He is naked and alone amongst frenzied tussled sheets, the whole bed bestrewn with candy wrappers. The empty dish lies against the window, shining in the dawn's light.
Light moans and tosses his head, his hair is a little too long now, a little lank, too much sweat. His lips part and his mind runs carefully in little rivers. He glides his fingers down and feels the wetness over his thighs and abdomen. The white stickiness is extensive, it could be a mixture of two, Light can still feel the cold traces of his visitation.
He runs his hands over his wrists and in the light feels calmer, more clear. He blinks and looks pretty again, underneath the haggard effects, young and beautiful.
He rises and pulls the sheets along in the trail to dump in the bathroom laundry basket. There he turns on the shower and cleans himself, a thorough lengthy procedure. Once that is done he must change and clean the rest of the sheets and tidy the house up; he makes his plans. Stepping out Light wraps a towel around his waist and proceeds to the sink to comb through his hair.
He stops however to regard the smooth glass. Upon the mirror, in what looks like…honey, reads two Ls and a small x. It trails off awkwardly however and is a complete mess. Light runs his wet fingers through it.
Downstairs he founds the jar of honey, smashed and accompanied by a sticky mess. The rest of the kitchen is not as neat as it should be either. Light picks through the wrappers and broken glass.
Over the next few days Light recovers much of his looks, his calm, his sanity. He smiles easier now. Things seem simpler now, clearer.
He's come to make some observations about his lover's new form. Since Halloween his presence has been more marked, stronger. He comes in the evenings and Light is usually aware of him when he arrives. It appears that L can either appear visually or he can affect things physically, but bot usually both at once.
While Light sits in the evenings furniture creeks and moves around, things get knocked over and he hears the creeks of floorboards and doors. Most often he feels the movement of cushions upon the seat around him as L sits beside him and pushes them about.
One evening with his head leant back on the chair, Light sat lazily reading, flicking the page across as his warm eyes scanned across the words. With a soft fluttering Light saw the page flip over again. He moved it back once more only to have it flick back again. He flushed and flicked the pages back and forth while L teased him.
When the nights come Light feels the company while he readies for bed. His lover is with him at all times now, asserting is presence in any way he can and interacting with Light. Light smiles while he holds the tooth paste over his toothbrush and watched it condense, apparently by itself. The toothpaste comes out a little too much, but still Light smiles to show he's impressed with the progress.
Then in the night he feels the ghost wind around him and they kiss and touch as naturally as any couple.