Sorry about not posting last week. I was having writers bloc, but I hope this makes up for it. :) If you do not care for smut, You can skip this chapter. and again, it's my second time ever writing something like this, so... hope you like it.

*L's POV*

My hands trembled as I paced around the crowded airport terminal. I couldn't stand to wait at home. I had to see him. I had to know he was ok. I didn't care if he got mad because I was out in public.

I stopped when a voice said the word Rue. I looked towards the name and immediately paused in my pacing.

Him. It was him.

He was home. He was safe. Scraped and bruised, but safe.

I found my feet, but could only move so close to him. What if it wasn't him? What if I had made it up? What if he really was dead? He couldn't be here. I watched. I saw the building go up in flames. I watched, unable to save him. Unable to do anything.

It was my imagination. No one was here. I was alone and I would forever be alone. Loneliness would be what held me until I fell asleep at night now. Not Light. Not this man I loved. Not the man who had placed a ring on my finger. Not this man whose last words I spoke to him were rude and inconsiderate. It wasn't him.

But I couldn't look away. A magnet held me in place, facing him.

My breath hitched as Light moved forward, tortuously slow. And all that I could focus on in the sea of people passing were russet brown eyes.

They were as rich as the earth's soil; stained with the colour of hot chocolate on a cold, winter night that wrapped around me like a blanket; engulfed me in its warmth. Those deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls seized the depth and heaviness of one thousand untold stories, which imprisoned the sweetness of saccharin chocolate and the bitterness of strong coffee. They consisted of raw emotion and if observed closely, they would reveal the exact thought that crossed the marvels of his ominous mind.

And those lips. There wasn't a breath through those lips that managed to quell the heat in my chest, the burn in my lungs. My ribs ached against the pounding of my my heart. Goosebumps covered my forearms and it felt like I could finally breathe.

That apologetic look that was facing me began to blur as the baggage was dropped to the floor and Light raced forward. He snatched me up in a hug, stealing my breath and the heat from my skin. His torso was firm against me and I could make out the beating of his heart.

His arms somehow drew me closer and I hid my face in his shirt, inhaling him. The tension from the last few days was slowly starting to melt away.

He pulled back slightly, his hands taking my face with callused fingers. The roughness was familiar and brought more weight and relief to me. He was real. He was here.

Light's eyes wandered over my face, trying to swallow me while his hands ran through my hair as if I were some forgotten dream he was trying to hold onto.

And the kiss he placed to my lips was one that I had never felt before. It was needy and hungry, but somehow gentle and sweet.

I wanted to speak, but all I could manage to get out was a broken, "Don't go, not again."

His lips painted a soft smile before he pulled me back in a hug.

And hell was a car ride with tension between us with only simple holding to satisfy. There were no words. Only touching. As much as we could get away with in the back of this car. Fleeting fingers trying to remember characteristics in our skin. Whispers of sorry for the fights, but no depth to the fight itself. This wasn't the time. This wasn't the place.

And heaven was a bed. A room where we could be alone. A room where we could remember each other.

Holding out my hand, I reached for Light in the only way I could, waiting on unsteady legs for the man who had infiltrated my every dream, my every thought, to make our way up the stairs. Barely a second passed before Light began to close the space between us, but it felt like eternity. Anxious, apprehensive, on edge, my heart barely beat hard enough to keep me steady as Light slipped a hand into my outstretched palm, lacing between jittery fingers, aiming to steady my shaking frame.

"I need you…" came in a hot breath from Light.

But it wasn't sex...it was intimacy, it was closeness, it was Light. It was feeling every living cell in my body being rejuvenated by Light, fed by warmth. And I just wanted to make him stay, to trap him here. No, that was wrong...I was so fucked up, so turned around. I didn't want to trap Light here against his will...I wanted him to stay because that was what he always wanted. I want Light to stay because being without him made it hard to breathe. I was laid down gently, Light unhinged the button of my jeans, placing a kiss on the skin of my hips, working on the zippers holding us back.

Finally, I was freed from every encasing, removed from myself as Light leaned in, hands weighing into the mattress on either side of me. Words weren't simple to come by, the truth was so incredibly heavy falling from my tongue, but the space, the distance between us, I wanted it gone, ripped away and discarded forever.

"Light…" Fierce, feral, raw red looks down at me, flexing around deep, dark black. They fill my face and chest with a hot blush. "...make love to me?"

Dark pink lips curve into a smile, words falling seamlessly from them. "I always do."

Light splayed across the ceiling, warm and bright from the lamps on the bedside table, drawing shadows in the corners. And my heart was stalled with pounding in a dizzying rhythm against my ribcage, the anxious energy daring to carve out a place in my gut, wrap numbing fingers around my organs, stretch an itching heat in my diaphragm, lace into every cavity, every cell until there was nothing left.

Vulnerable, bare and exposed, time and distance existed only in the back of our minds. The world fell away to the red-eyed gaze tucked behind stray brown hairs, the room paused beneath the pressure of a kiss, and... My desire to be wiped away by the weight of Light's body, to be melted by the force of Light's energy, to be someone's everything...it swelled beneath my skin, left from his lungs in a deep sigh.

The momentum didn't dwindle, the intensity didn't wane, because between blushing faces, flushed chests, and begging, bitten lips, one thought remained. One thought that moved without logic, without rationality or reason, it drove groan from me as Light roughly tugged me closer to his body, leaving me ruffled against the pillows to reach for the drawer.

One thought...it hadn't subsided, hadn't left us for a second, hadn't moved from our buzzing skin, our heaving chests...just closed the distance, erased the space, crushed our failures, our mistakes, our time apart beneath a weighted touch, a gentle brush of fingers over a pale thigh, a purposeful hand hooking the back of my knee and pressing it to my chest.

Quick, deliberate, Light's every move was marked by a clenched jaw, a bitten lip, a forced breath, tearing at a condom with his teeth, rolling it over his cock with a sigh, popping the cap of the lube with a struggle. And I could beg, could let the filth fall from my tongue, but I defaulted to Light's tempo, his rhythm, because the younger man falls into me, pressing my leg tighter against my chest, smothering the groan from me with a kiss. And it was just so much easier to let him take the lead. To let him have his way. To let Light have the best of me.

I was lost between patience and pleading, racing toward the height of pleasure with the slick pressure of Light, the weight of his body, the nuzzling of his face into the crook of my neck.

Lost in the details of every movement, every pause, every breath... because the energy took form in the sweat shining on heated skin, moved like air, cool against his neck, as Light held himself over me.

Light's chest was heaving, a tilted smile on his face, an undying patience in the strands of brown and flecks of red that came alive around deep black pupils, tracing every bare piece of my body, landing with fever to meet my gaze, because every bit of Light poured with heat and passion, aching and itching and swelling toward the thing we both needed most...connection, comfort, consummation that everything has been leading up to this.

There was no verbal warning that slipped from Lights's lips, only the tactful movements, the way the younger man had wrapped our bodies, entwined our limbs, pressed our chests together, and pushed in just enough to catch the breath in my throat. Teasing, tantalizing, Light drew himself all the way out, pressing in again and again. Restraint fell a little with each thrust.

Because the teasing, the agonizing swipe of Light's tongue against my neck, the unhurried touches, it all made this so much more satisfying, made the heavy weight of Light's hands pressed into the mattress all the more dizzying, made the curve in Light's spine, the tilt of his head, the soft lids falling over his eyes, the lip bitten white between his teeth as he buried himself completely...

It made every quake of pleasure beneath my skin so clear, made the collapsing space between us so sharp, made the heat of our bodies overwhelming and staggering and absolutely perfect. And now there was no more difference between reality and daydreams, there was no more difference between my desire and what Light gave me as his dark eyelashes parted to the fire of his gaze of lust.

The chill of the air outside the darkened windows, the hot blush of my face, none of that mattered as a sigh moved from Light's chest, as something snapped behind his stare.

With no reluctance, no hesitancy I pulled him closer until I could make out a dull pain, a sharp pleasure, until I couldn't tell the difference between the two, until I could only feel the movement of his hips.

I'd seen it before, that caged ferocity held at bay by expectation, the untamed energy pinned beneath Light's smile, restrained under his polite demeanor...the restless pain, the viciousness of passion...and I wanted all of it. Because to be devoured by that monster, to succumb to Light's will...to show Light it was okay to be selfish, to chase after his own pleasure... to indulge the heat beneath Light's skin, to lure out his unkempt desires, because our pleasure, our connection, it was one in the same.

I was easily drowned in the heat of Light's kiss, the sweetness of his tongue, the warmth of his breath, the heavy growl in his chest. And I let that undying heat overcome me, and there was the hot blush radiating through my face, my chest. All I could feel was the sweltering warmth of Light's touch, the blaze in the connection of skin, the scorching of his tongue trailing against my neck, the scraping and biting of teeth against my collarbone, my shoulders, my chest, anywhere Light can find purchase. And every fucking bit of me burned with a fever that I never wanted to come down from. So I dug my fingernails into Light's shoulders, I let my head feel dizzy with heat, foggy with delirium as I engraved lines into the curve of Light's back, etched my own marks into his skin.

My lips parted in a gasp, my body tightening around him, my being swept away by heat, throbbing and shaking out of control. But those eyes...they fluttered behind long, dark lashes, sifting through every detail in a split second, drawing lines over my face, my exhausted body, brown and red moving, alive...etching life into my skin, letting it seep into my bloodstream, ache through my veins, crash through my heart.

And there was no way of knowing where the sensation began, only that it embraced me like the sun, the warmth of the rays blushing my pale skin, breaths surging their way to the surface. To be wanted, to be cared for, loved, happy...

Inexhaustible, the energy shone from heavy-lidded red, beamed through a bitten lip, emanated through every connection of skin, the light that breathed life back into me.

And we were stuck… cemented and seeping deep within the cracks of foundation, filling the framework, steadying our bones. Stuck, held and glued together with precise hands, devoted fingers. Two lives fixed to one another... embedded in one another's arms, sheltered in care and comfort and warmth. Stuck, affirmed in the bliss that held my chest as Light placed a kiss on my forehead.

All I've ever known was slowly being filled up with thoughts of an inexhaustible energy, an untapped happiness, a future at the end of this smiling, russet gaze, a lifetime wrapped up in the warmth of Light. A forever embraced by a kiss with the heat of the summer sun, an existence marked with a new beginning as silver was now home on my finger.

Outside was bitten white with the solemn beauty of quiet snowfall. Ice licked the glass of the windows, but I was warm, would forever be warm in Light's ever present gaze. The quiet was captivating, the heavy pounding in our chests, the sway of our bodies as we breathed into each other's skin, the only thing pulling us back to reality were the words that fell from Light's mouth. "I love you, Lawliet."