More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

A Piece of Cake

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October 31st, 2004

They sat on her bed, eating cake. Or more likely, L was eating cake and Fay was sipping on her champagne. She had never been a cake person herself - the strawberry and whipped cream delicacy waiting in her fridge, had been all for L.

Fay glanced at L, who was leaning his back against the wall, his knees drawn close to his chest and the plate balanced on them. He was naked, but had covered the lower half of his body with a sheet.

The way he held the spoon by the tip of his fingers, was so endearing, Fay's heart skipped a beat.

It was still hard to believe that this was real. That he was actually here in her bed, eating cake - naked.

The rough way his hands had grabbed on her hips when they'd made love on the floor, had caused Fay's wound to hurt again - but she suppressed the pain by emptying her glass and reaching for the bottle, to fill it again. There was no way she'd let L know she was hurting! Otherwise he'd start talking about 'straining' again, and there would be no more sex tonight.

And Fay sure was hoping there would be, after the cake.

It had been just the second time they had made love, but already Fay felt addicted. But then again, she had always been addicted to L - one way or another.

She took a sip of her champagne, feeling the bubbles rising to her head. It tasted like night and high skies and Europe, and Fay knew she had never been this happy in her whole life.

"You know, last night..." she said. "When we first had sex, it wasn't the first time just for you."

L turned his huge dark eyes to hers.

"What do you mean, Fay?"

"Well, it was..." she felt blushing. "...the first time I've ever had sex with someone I'm in love with."

L was silent for a few heartbeats, and Fay didn't say a thing either, letting her words sink in.

"So..." he said, after a while. "All the boys in Wammy's house. Eric, and..."

"Yes."

"You were never in love with them."

"Uh-huh."

Another silence, a longer one. Fay watched how L stuck his thumb into his mouth and bit the edge of the nail. He seemed to have forgotten that he still had cake on his plate.

"Was it different?"

Fay made a small smile.

"It was. You have no idea, Lawliet."

He didn't reply anything, just looked at her, deep in the eye, and once again she felt like falling into them. The entire universe was in his eyes, and it brought Fay back to the night they'd sat together on the rooftop in Madrid and she had felt the warm wind on her skin, seen the stars in his eyes.

"Do you remember the Boissière -case?" L asked suddenly, startling her.

"Yeah, I do." Fay nodded. "Why do you ask?"

It had been a series of crimes to shock all France two years ago. 13 children, all under 7 years old, had been kidnapped and murdered in less than two months - the first body had been found from the Boissière metro station -hence the name of the case.