More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Nutella

I should be ashamed - but I'm not. It's not like internet isn't full of porn already, I'm just adding a bit to that ocean. 

Ooookay, this chapter is nothing but that - a few lines of nice dialogue though, somewhere in between. 

Anyhow, I appreciate your thoughts. Tell me if this chapter caused you a brain damage.

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October 31st, 2004

"Scared of falling in love with you."

The sadness of his words pierced her heart, and Fay knew - he was still afraid.

He was still fighting not to fall.

"You fool." she breathed. "I'm so mad at you right now."

And then she kissed him.

A gasp escaped his lips into her mouth, and he startled, his muscles went tight and tense - but he didn't stop her. After a heartbeat or so, he relaxed, his hands on her shoulders softened, and moved to her back, pulling her close.

She felt a shiver going through his spine, her lips opened for him, and suddenly his mouth was all hungry and needing on hers. His tongue found hers, and his taste of strawberries and chocolate chip cookies filled her senses, making her high headed.

He pushed her back against the wall, with a growl, his fingers gripping hard on the softness of her curves.

The need she had tried to suppress all day long, lit up like a torch and she was burning. His hands on her skin were pure desire, the sounds he made when kissing her, the dry, raspy breaths of wanting, pulled her thoughts to last night, and a flash of arousal struck through her core.

Christ, she needed him so bad it was all but ridiculous!

Fay wrapped her arms around his neck, and succumbed to the kiss, letting L pin her between the wall and his body - his lean, tight abdomen against her own, and --

Fay gasped feeling the hard bulge in his pants, pressing against her.

She reached down, palming him through the fabric of his jeans, making him groan out loud.

"Fay...!" his voice was stretched and dry, it got caught to his throat. "Not... here!"

"You're..." she kissed him again, sucking his lower lip into her mouth. "...right. Yes..." Another kiss. "...not here."

He let go of her, panting. His chest was heaving with deep breaths, and his pupils were huge, almost completely filling his irises.

"Should we go to my room?" he managed. "Or yours?"

"Does it matter?"

She leaned closer, to brush her lips against his, which made him let out a whiny sound, like a soft moan, or a cry.

"No, it doesn't. Not really. I just--"

"I have cake."

"Oh. Your room, in that case."

Fay smiled. She gripped his hand, and led him through the corridors.

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The second the door closed behind her back, his lips were on hers again, and Fay's fingers were back where they were supposed to be - feeling his thick, rock hard erection through the pants.