A/N: I do not own Death Note or any of its characters.

As you may know, I was having a little trouble making the Near drabble I was asked to do. Still am (haha), but it will be done, I assure you! :D

In the mean time, please indulge your senses on this hopefully delicious lemon pie that I just cooked up for the first time ever. If you don't like it, PLEEEASE say so in a lovely review and tell me how I could make it a tiny bit better ^_^

Enjoy! ;D

Long pale fingers slid down your sides in a gentle caress. Hushed whispers could be heard but the words couldn't be made out.

Near kissed you with newfound fervor as you moaned your approval of his light ministrations.

Your fingers found their way to the silky soft snow white tresses atop his head as you leaned into his touch. A moan of disappointment escapes your mouth as he pulls away, but is quickly silenced as his mouth leaves white hot kissed down your jaw line to your neck.

Agile fingers, becoming impatient, quickly dispose of your clothing and leave them in a crumpled heap not far from where you are. You gasp as Near's hot mouth begins to trail down towards your navel, only pausing to leave lingering kisses just below your breasts.

You arch your back as his tongue circles your navel and trails lower still.

"[y/n]," He murmurs your name huskily over and over again.

"[y/n]," You can feel the vibration of his voice against your inner thigh and the sensation of his breath trickling over you is enough to make you shiver in pleasure.

"[y/n]," His voice is slightly louder and seemingly more urgent. You nearly scream from pleasure as his mouth finally-

"[y/n]!" You open your eyes to see Near leaning over you with a bored expression on his face. Confused as to how he got over you so suddenly when not even a second ago he was nowhere near your face, you acted on pure instinct and, craning your neck upwards, slammed your mouth against his. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the anything-but-chaste kiss. When you opened your eyes and pulled away for air, you noticed the wide-eyed expression on Near's face.

Glancing about the room, you noted your surroundings. You were on the floor, there were die all over the floor, and lastly; your clothes were still intact on your body.

You whipped your head around sharply to look at Near.

"You knocked over my city," A slim shaky finger pointed to the die that lie unceremoniously on the floor in large piles.

Well, shit.