More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Cherries

It must be your lucky day, for I had time to post another chapter. :D

This time - more talk, less porn.  (Though, some porn still - let's not forget how important that is, shall we.)

Oh - and a dramatic ending, I hope!

Aaaanyhow, as always, I appreciate your feedback. Let me know your thoughts, dear fellow human beings! 

______________________________________________________________________________

October 31st, 2004

To wake up and see him next to her.

His dark hair a mess, a halo around his pale face.

His closed eyes.

He was sleeping so peacefully, his breathing soft and even, his face relaxed. The dark shadows, that she was so used to seeing under his eyes, were gone, and he looked years younger.

For minutes Fay just lay on her side, looking at him, drinking in every little detail.

She was mad at herself, for falling asleep at all. It was time wasted.

How many years had she waited for this to happen? To be able to watch him in his sleep like this. To feel the warmth of his naked body in her bed, to breath in his scent of milk, and tea, honey and cotton. And she had wasted hours of it, by falling asleep.

She wished she could stop time, for this moment was perfection.

Her body still felt everything they had done last night.

Her core ached, her lips felt swollen and raw, and between her thighs she could still feel how he had entered her. On her left side, the bullet wound was aching, pulsing with burning pain, and she didn't have to take a look at it, to know it had started bleeding again.

She could feel the bandages were soaked, but the truth was, she didn't care.

She had slept with L, and that was worth every pain and ache in the world.

It took a long time before he woke up.

By that time, Fay had made a trip to the kitchen, and prepared a pot of English Breakfast Tea, and carried it back to the bedroom on a tray, with two cups and some breakfast muffins - and a bowl of sugar cubes.

L opened his eyes, as Fay sat down on the bed again.

"Good morning." she said, and smiled. "Tea?"

He nodded, sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.

"I vaguely remember you telling me that you wouldn't be making my tea anymore, and that someone else could do it."

Fay made a small laugh.

"I told you I wasn't your maid, which is still true by the way. Maids don't do the stuff we did last night, I hope."

"At least the maids in Wammy's house didn't." L noted. "Not to my knowledge."

"Come on, have a cup." Fay said, and offered him one. "How many sugars?"

"A lot of them, please."

Fay took a handful of sugar cubes, and offered them to L, watched in silence as he carefully dropped them into his tea, one by one. He then stirred the sticky liquid until the sugars had melted, holding the spoon lightly with the tip of his fingers.

With aching clarity Fay remembered how those fingers felt when he slid them inside of her, and she blushed.

Suddenly she felt awkward - something she had never felt in L's presence before. He was still naked, his lower body under the sheets, and in the morning light he looked even more beautiful than in the darkness. And the way he sat... Fay couldn't help but to notice he wasn't crouching or hugging his knees. He leaned his back on the pillows, and his long legs were relaxed under the sheets - as if he'd forgotten to be tense.