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Chapter 19: Lawliet

Miya walked into her apartment, surprisingly not tired after what had been a very long day. She sighed and looked down at what was yet another Misa inspired outfit she was wearing. The model outfit she'd been required to sport for her undercover work was cute, with the heart shaped cutout at the chest of the short yellow dress, but it was also very much not Miya's style. So she quickly headed to her room and changed into much better baggy pajamas and a matching tank top. She was just walking out of the bedroom when L appeared.

"Where's your outfit?" he wondered when he saw that she had already changed from pajamas.

"Well you didn't think I'd leave it on just for you did you?" Miya laughed. "You'll just have to get up here faster next time."

"Unfortunately that decision is not up to me," L explained, heading to the couch and perching himself on it. "It all depends on how quickly Light falls asleep. I suppose we're lucky as well that he's a relatively heavy sleeper."

"I guess that's true," Miya shrugged, not really wanting to admit that maybe there was at least one good thing about Light. Whether or not he was Kira, Miya had decided that she really didn't like him. He barely ever talked to her, and there was just something aggravating about him.

"I should probably pick Noah up," Miya said, sitting down beside him on the couch. "I don't want my parents to think I'm pushing him off on them all the time."

"It's past ten," L pointed out. "He's asleep by now."

"Yeah," Miya sighed, leaning over and resting her head on his shoulder. "Another night I don't tuck him in. I'm such a bad mom."

"Miya how many times must I tell you that you are not a bad mother?" L sighed. Miya chuckled and turned her head slightly to kiss his shoulder before hopping up.

"I guess I'll just take your word for it," she replied, heading to her bedroom. L followed and took his place on the bed while Miya brushed her hair in front of her mirror.

"So are you glad the case is picking up a little?" Miya wondered, looking at him from the mirror.

"I'm glad there's something new to consider," L replied with a nod. "I was beginning to feel defeated."

"Yeah I noticed that," she said, setting her brush down and turning for the bed. She sat down in front of him so they were face to face. "You were worrying me a little. You really shouldn't doubt yourself so much when we reach little standstills in the case. You'll solve it, you always do."

"You're so confident in my deductive abilities," L pointed out. Miya rolled her eyes.

"Well, with that sitting position how could I not be?" she chuckled, motioning toward the gargoyle like position L was sitting in. She still wasn't sure how he kept his balance, especially on cushioned surfaces like this one. "But seriously, don't worry so much next time."

"With you around it might be easier."

"Ooh charming," Miya said, leaning into him and kissing him briefly before pulling away. "You been working on that one long?"

"I have the ability to be charming when I choose to be," L defended casually. Miya leaned into him again with another kiss that lasted just a bit longer than the first. Her hand reached the side of his face before they broke apart.

"I know you do," she laughed before meeting his lips again. Her arms slid around his neck and she felt it coming again; that rush of passion that made it so difficult for her to pull away from him. She leaned her body forward, lifting herself onto her knees and breaking their kiss just long enough to push him back. He lay onto the pillows willingly as Miya climbed over him, her legs on either side of his hips as she leaned down over his face and kissed him once again. She felt his hands on her hips and she scrambled to get closer to him, sliding her arms under his shoulders. A part of her knew she should pull away, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead she let her hands slide down his side, reaching the bottom of his baggy white shirt. Her fingers found the edge and slid under it, feeling the warmth of his skin on her fingertips. She had barely lifted the shirt above his belly button, however, when she felt his hands quickly leave her hips and grab a hold of hers.

"Miya…" he managed to say, breaking the kiss.

"Shh," Miya hushed with a slight smile, pulling her hands free of his and resting them on his chest. She pressed her lips to his again for the briefest moment, tugging at his bottom lip gently with her teeth before letting her mouth graze up his cheek to his ear. "Trust me," she whispered. She heard L take in a deep breath at her words and she smiled wider and kissed his cheek. She then sat up slightly, lifting her own shirt above her head to reveal the black bra she had on underneath. This completely caught L off guard, and he looked up at her with wide eyes as she leaned back over him and found his lips.

"Relax…" she mumbled against them. She felt his chest rise beneath her as he took another deep breath and was satisfied to feel his lips part slightly against hers, continuing the kiss. Miya took in the sweet taste of his mouth a moment longer as she once again slipped her hands under his shirt, lifting it slowly from him as she traveled up his sides. She briefly left his lips, pulling the white shirt quickly over his head and tossing it aside, returning to him the moment it was out of the way.

Miya's heart felt like it was going to pound out of her chest, a feeling that only increased at the sound of L's breath quickening. She let her lips slide from his and down his jaw line to his neck, where she lingered a moment. She continued the trail of kisses down his neck, placing her lips briefly against his Adams apple, and then at the nape of his neck, and then in the center of his chest. She continued kissing down his stomach, scooting her body back slightly so she was sitting on his thighs. She heard a slight, low moan escape L's mouth as her lips reached his belly button. She lifted her head and smiled slightly at him while her fingers unbuttoned his jeans. She then slid her hands back up his chest, her fingertips feeling every muscle under his hot skin; a feeling that caused Miya's temperature to rise as well. She shifted her position until she was lying on top of him, roping her hands into his hair while her lips crashed against his again. She felt his hands grasp her bare sides and slide around her back, pulling her just the slightest bit closer to him. Miya smiled against his lips as she was absolutely certain of one thing; L was not thinking about work anymore.

"Miya…" she heard L's voice whisper in the darkness. Her eyes were closed, and all she could sense was his cool skin against hers, along with a soft pounding sound. "Miya, are you awake?" Miya groaned slightly, opening her eyes to see L gazing down at her. She was lying across his chest, and suddenly realized that the pounding was the sound of his heart beating. She lifted her head and cracked a small smile.

"Morning…" she mumbled before glancing toward the window, which was completely dark. "Or…not morning?"

"It's two a.m.," L pointed out. "You shifted slightly in your sleep and I thought you were awake. I'm sorry I didn't mean to wake you."

"Can't say I mind…" Miya said in a tired voice, scooting up to kiss him briefly. "I love you," she added, laying her head on his shoulder. L smiled at her words and kissed the top of her head, feeling what he knew was love. Still he found it hard to express his feelings, so he decided to share something else with her.

"Miya," he said after a moment. She took a deep breath and propped herself up on her arm beside him.

"Hmm?" she wondered.

"My name," He began. "My full name, I mean. It's L Lawliet." Miya blinked, her tiredness suddenly gone, and then she furrowed her eyebrows.

"L?" she questioned.

"Yes," he replied with a slight nod.

"L?" she said again. "You mean, just L? Like, the letter between K and M? Just L?" she repeated, drawing the letter with her finger.

"Yes," he repeated. "L Lawliet."

"Lawliet…" she muttered. "That's cute."

"Sorry it took me so long to tell you," L apologized. "I find that I trust you completely now however." Miya smiled and kissed him.

"The feeling's mutual," she mumbled as she laid her head back on his chest. "So when do you usually leave?"

"Light wakes up between six thirty and seven each day, but I always leave at five just to be safe."

"Mmm," Miya sighed, closing her eyes.

"Yes so it appears we have three more hours together…" L said slowly.

"Mm-hm…"

"Three long hours…" L said again. "No one around. Just me and you." Miya chuckled slightly and sat back up to look at him.

"Are you hinting?"

"At what?" L wondered innocently. Miya rolled her eyes.

"Honestly Mr. Lawliet," she laughed, leaning down and kissing his lips. "You should really take charge the next time you want something." She then closed the space between them again and laced her arms around his neck for a repeat of the night's activity before L had to return to his room.

"Geez Miya," Matsuda said when she dragged herself into headquarters at about two in the afternoon. "Did you forget we all had jobs to do?" Miya glared at him before turning her attention to the rest of the team.

"Anything new?"

"Not since yesterday," Mr. Yagami said, shaking his head. Miya nodded and sat down in the chair beside L. Matsuda walked up to continue the joking.

"Sleeping in that late," he chuckled. "L, you should fire her for that."

"No need," L said. "I'm sure she just had a long night." Matsuda noticed the slight blush and smile on Miya's face as his eyes widened.

"Oh geez, I didn't need to know that…" he gasped under his breath before fleeing the area.

"I don't know what's up with him," Miya shrugged with a slight chuckle before getting to work.

Later that night, Miya had just crawled into bed when L appeared, free from his cuffs.

"There you are," Miya said. "I was wondering where you were."

"Actually I've been in the living room," L answered honestly. "I found that I needed to, I guess you could say, prepare myself for something."

"Huh?" Miya said, extremely confused. It was even more surprising when L headed to the bed and slid his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to hers. Miya's eyes widened a moment before closing. That was the first time L had ever initiated contact like this, and she couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

"L…" she said, pushing him away slightly.

"Yes?" he breathed.

"What are you doing?" she asked. L smiled slightly.

"I believe you instructed me to take charge?" he said, grabbing her sides and flipping her under him onto the mattress so fast Miya didn't know what hit her. He placed his arms on either side of her head to prop himself up as he climbed over her.

"How am I doing?" he asked gruffly before leaning toward her and kissing her gently, quite the contrast from his last action. Miya felt her breath quickening as he slid his hands up her sides. Turned out, much to Miya's surprise, that taking charge was right up L's alley.

L had her stripped down to her bra and underwear in the next few minutes, his own shirt removed as well. Miya was in the process of sliding off his jeans when an almost silent knock on the door caught L's attention. He turned his head toward the door quickly, breaking their kiss.

"Someone's at the door," he muttered, breathing heavy. Miya furrowed her eyebrows slightly and glanced toward the door before grabbing L's face with her hand and turning it back toward her.

"No there isn't," she insisted as her other hand slid back down his chest toward his partially undone pants. L shrugged, now not really caring about the door situation, and hurried to find her lips again. After a moment he let his mouth travel along her neck, not quite touching it, the hot breath heating up her skin. He slid her bra strap aside and had just placed his lips to her bare shoulder when he heard a definite knock on the door. This time, however, Miya heard it too. They both exchanged glances and looked to the door as someone knocked again.

"Mommy?" Noah's tiny voice said. "You up?" Miya's eyes widened at the sound of his voice and she quickly shoved L aside.

"Oh my God!" she gasped, hopping up and scrambling for her clothes, which had been tossed uncaringly aside. L was on his feet too, buttoning his pants and looking around for his shirt. "I thought he was asleep!" she whispered, finding her pajama pants and hopping into them, stumbling slightly in her hurry. She had picked him up from her parent's early that day and had tucked him into his bed over an hour ago.

"Mommy?" Noah said again.

"One second sweetie!" she called quickly, looking to L, who was pulling his shirt over his head. He pulled his head and arms through the holes and looked back at Miya. She had a frantic expression on her face as she motioned toward her half naked body.

"My shirt?!" she said quickly. L turned for the dresser and pulled out a new tank top for her which she slid on thankfully, wondering how on earth she didn't think of that. She then took a deep breath and opened the door, leaning down in front of Noah.

"What's wrong baby?" she wondered casually, surprisingly keeping her breathing in check despite the fact that her heart was racing.

"I need wata!" Noah giggled, pulling her hand. Miya sighed, slightly annoyed that her moment with L had been interrupted for such a small thing. L stood there silently, figuring maybe Noah wouldn't notice his presence and ask more questions, when of course he looked around his mother into the bedroom.

"Mr. Panda!" he yelled excitedly, forgetting Miya instantly and running up to the dark eyed man with his hands in the air. L kneeled down to the ground, catching the little guy in a hug.

"Hey Noah," he said, patting his back gently before standing back up. Noah refused to let go and instead clung on for the ride as L lifted him. Noah looked up at L with big eyes and a wide smile.

"Mr. Panda you hewe again!" he announced. "Awe you hewe every night?" L hesitated a moment.

"Uh…just sometimes," he replied. Noah looked back at Miya to see that she was leaving the room to get some water before turning back to Ryuzaki.

"Mr. Panda," he said. "Do you like my mommy?"

"Very much," L answered simply.

"Do you love my mommy?" Noah asked.

"I do," L answered, somehow able to admit this to the four year old rather than the woman in the other room. Noah giggled delightedly at his response, clapping his hands together. "Why so happy?" L wondered.

"Cause you love my mommy," Noah answered. "And my mommy loves you I think! And mommy read me a bedtime stowy with a mommy and daddy, and she says they was in love! Does that mean you get to be my daddy?!"

"It's not quite that simple…" L trailed off, caught slightly off guard by the child's enthusiasm. He had to admit though, it made him feel good.

"But…do you want to be my daddy?" Noah wondered.

"Sweetheart here's your water," Miya said, returning to the room with a plastic cup. "You need to get to bed. It's late."

"Okay mommy," Noah said, sliding from L's arms and skipping over to retrieve his drink. He sipped it for a moment before handing it back to Miya and running back to L, grabbing his hand. "You gotta tuck me in!" he insisted. Miya smiled slightly as L was pulled from the room by the small boy. She followed behind, poking her head in Noah's room to see L pulling the blanket over him.

"Night Mr. Panda," Noah said sleepily with a big yawn, snuggling in with his blanket and stuffed animals.

"Goodnight Noah," L said before turning toward the doorway where Miya was standing. She smiled and took a hold of his hand, leading him back to the bedroom.

"Thanks for tucking him in," Miya smiled, sitting on the bed as L lay down. She snuggled up next to him as he spoke.

"It's no trouble," L replied. "I've never had a family before you know. I quite like it…feeling a part of your family, I mean."

"We'll it's been just me and Noah since he was born," Miya said. "So, I'm liking the change."

"He always asks if I'm going to be his father…" L said slowly in a low voice. Miya chuckled slightly as L continued. "So I was thinking, and I know it's rather soon, so don't feel pressured to respond to this right away, that perhaps we could make that a reality. I was wondering how you would feel if I adopted Noah someday?" Miya's head popped up so she could see L.

"You're serious?" she wondered. "You would do that? But…but we're not married and I'd hate for you to take on that kind of responsibility."

"But I want to," L answered. "I find myself growing closer to you and Noah each day and it's just something I've been considering lately. I'm not suggesting we sign the papers tomorrow or anything, I'm simply hoping that one day, if you don't mind, I could make Noah my son." Miya felt herself getting a little teary. L really must love them to want to do something like this.

"I think that would be perfect…" she said, sniffling slightly. "I love you, and I know Noah does too." She leaned up and kissed him softly before pulling away and laying her head on his chest. His arm slid around her as he stroked her cheek slightly for a moment, eventually letting his hand fall to the side. A family. She was absolutely right. It would be perfect.