More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Chocolate

Good morning, folks!

This chapter is just another flashback - a peak of Fay and L's youth in Wammy's house. I'm always so very critical of my own work, but I love this chapter. I hope you do too.

Pleeeease, leave a comment! I'd love to know your thoughts of young L and Fay.

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She is seventeen years old.

The night is quiet, and the darkness that surrounds her is safe and soft like red wine.

She slips out of Eric's room after he's fallen asleep.

No matter how nice the sex, she never stays for the night. There's only one boy in Wammy's house, with whom Fay would stay until the morning, and with him, there's no sex.

And there aren't that many nights of any kind, with him, lately.

Fay can't help to wonder if it's because of the choices she's made.

Even now, still feeling the stickiness of Eric's cum on her thighs, under her jeans, she can't help but to wonder if L knows where she's been, what she's done. Why is it that she can't stop thinking about him, even when she's fucking other guys? Or especially then.

They never talk about it, but L must know she's slept with practically every guy in this house. Not that there are that many of them, for she won't touch the kids, and everyone who's younger than she is, is a kid. And some of the older ones too.

So actually, she's only slept with Eric, Sizzle and Terra. And a few more, but they don't live here anymore. And of those, she prefers Eric. He's good in bed (for a teenager), and he doesn't talk.

Though, all the guys in Wammy's house are smart enough not to talk. They all know the sex will end the minute Roger or Watari finds out.

So, she's not surprised the guys have kept silent. What's surprising is that the girls haven't told on her. Girls are always jealous and they always judge - that's Fay's experience. That's why she doesn't have any girlfriends. Girls can't be trusted.

Though, she doesn't really trust the boys either. It's safer not to trust anyone.

Except for L.

She'd trust her life in his hands, and they both know it.

Fay stops on the dark hallway, and pulls on her sweater. It's november, and even inside Wammy's house, it's cold. There is no other place as cold, as an English house in the winter. Fay wishes she could take a hot shower, but she can't. Not until morning, for it would wake everyone up and that's the last thing she wants.

It would be a shame to get caught and kicked out of Wammy's for breaking the rules. Fay knows well enough, she has no other home to go to. And to get thrown out of here for someone like Eric...? Out of the question.

So no showers at night time.

She's been doing this for more than a year now - having sex with the boys.

It's something she can't help, really.

They don't keep alcohol in Wammy's house, there's no way to get a cigarette - not to mention weed. Fay does have some prescribed benzos that make her feel all warm and fuzzy, but she only gets them in 15 pill packs, and only one package per month (for emergencies only, the doctor says), so they don't help that much.

So she's had to find another way to unwind.

To forget.

The great thing about sex, is that it's not just an escape of the reality. It's also a tool.