More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Vanilla

What is fanfiction but endless possibilities of writing porn?

Is this the culmination of any talent I might possess as a writer?

Why would anyone want to read this - and yet I know, many will?

So many questions, so little answers. 

Anyhow, enjoy this porn as long as it lasts - we all know that happiness can't last forever.

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November 1st, 2004.

"Is that the same dress?"

"Which dress?" Fay gave him an innocent grin.

They were walking towards her rooms in the HQ, and she was tipsy on sake and beer and L - having pushed all the talk about dying and dangerous plans into the furthest corner of her mind.

"The dress you tried on when Misa was still living here."

"So you were watching." Fay noted. "I was wondering about that."

"You knew I had surveillance on Misa."

"Yes, but you could have used audio only."

"True."

"Pervert."

"Hmm." L gave a sigh. "Misa used to call me that too."

Fay opened the door to her apartment, and they stepped inside. She laid her purse on the table, but decided to keep on her high heels. She had noticed how L's eyes had wandered to her hips, as she walked with them.

"So, pervert." Fay made a little spin "Is my look pleasing you tonight?"

He might have blushed slightly, his eyes gliding from her face downwards, to her chest. Fay noticed how he shifted weight on his feet, his hands deep in his pockets as if he was nervous.

"I think you look... " he turned his eyes away from her, searching for words. "...that is, you look very nice tonight."

"Nice? That the best you could come up with?"

She walked closer to him, leaned her chest against his, and with her high heels she could easily reach to give him a kiss on the lips.

It still took her breath away - that she was actually able to do this. To reach out to him, and he wouldn't push her away.

It felt like it was too good to be true.

Like she didn't really deserve it.

Like it could all disappear in a heartbeat, shatter like a dream.

But his hands that found her waist, were real.

His touch on the small of her back pulled her near, his lips were on hers, his sweet, familiar scent surrounded her and filled her, making her feel like her heart was trying to escape through her sternum.

His hands were gentle, but there was urgency in the way he kissed her, desperation and roughness, and it left Fay breathless. She felt going weak in the knees, her strength and will leaving her with every breath, as the sweet warmth of his touch overtook her.

"Hey, wait...!" she managed, feeling his hands impatiently grabbing to her hips, starting to peel up her skirt.

He broke the kiss, blinking his huge saucer eyes.

"I'm sorry, I thought--"

She laid her hand on his heaving chest. She felt his heart pounding as fiercely as her own.