More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Glass

Here we are now - at the turning point. I was only ever good at writing tragedy and heart ache anyways - and in the next chapters, oh boy, do we get into deep waters. 

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November 5th, 2004

Fay was soaking wet.

The damn wind had taken her umbrella, twisted it upside down and pulled it from her grasp - but truth be told, it had been little use against that rain to begin with.

Her red, usually so sassy curls, were now like glued to her head, her sweater and jeans dripping water to the carpet as she made her way towards her rooms.

And the plastic bags of the nearest Family Mart? Fay didn't want to take a look, but she was pretty sure everything was swimming in them too.

Damn L! He'd better make this up to me later.

Sending me to do his grocery shopping in this weather?!

When he had said he needed to ask something of her, Fay had thought it to be something important. Something related to the case. Not this.

She almost hoped the Lotte cookies would be ruined, but no such luck. When she unpacked the bags in her kitchen, she noticed almost everything was wrapped in plastic, and was in perfect condition for L to munch.

Fay kept muttering and cursing to herself, all the time it took her to change into something dry, but little by little her anger faded.

It's not like I have something more important to do, is it? Maybe it's time to stop pretending I'm not his maid.

That thought made her frown slightly.

She chose a pair of comfy sweatpants and a hoodie, sat down on the edge of her bed, a towel in her hair. It took some time before she stopped shivering - she hadn't even noticed how cold it had been outside, all her energy spent fighting against the rain.

Suddenly she felt exhausted.

She lay down, stretched her arms on her sides like wings. The bed felt enormous now, that she was already used to sharing it with someone. She let her eyes close. The bed was so soft, a cloud of bliss and warmth. The sheets still smelled like L. Fay inhaled, let his scent fill her, and her heart swelled. Cotton and vanilla, sugar and tea, milk and honey. Breathing it in made her mouth water.

When did it all become so physical between them?

When did she begin to feel him like this, crave him like this, with all her senses? Had it always been this way, or just after they started to sleep together? Fay could not remember.

She felt his absence like an ache in her bones, like hunger - a physical urge that needed to be met.

I wonder if he could take a break? A quick lunch break, perhaps?

She let out a sigh, and rolled her eyes.

Christ, you're insatiable! Didn't he just make love to you like three times this morning?

But it wasn't enough. Fay knew, no matter how much they made love, she would always want more. It meant nothing, that she was still sore and exhausted - she was like an addict, and L was her heroin.

She checked her wrist watch, and frowned. Too early.

"Do not come to the HQ today, Fay." he had said. "I need to stay sharp today, and I cannot have you interrupting me." And then he had kissed her, so soft that it had made her weak in the knees and left her breathless. The kiss had lingered on for a long time, as if he had been reluctant to let go of her, the tips of his fingers gently brushing hers.

But when had Fay ever done as he had asked?

Screw that! Let's see if he can resist Lotte cookies, especially if I let him eat them off my naked breasts!

That thought brought a grin to Fay's lips and she stood up from her bed. Her hair was almost dry, so she released it from the towel and let the thick curls fall to her shoulders. She imagined how L would run his fingers through it, how he would pull her near and his lips would meet hers. Just the thought was enough to make her horny.

She snatched a pack of the koala shaped cookies from the kitchen table, and headed towards the HQ.

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As soon as she stepped into the room, she realized something was off.

First - L's hair was wet.

What, he went outside too? Why would he do that?

But it wasn't just that. It was everything.

People were shouting. She couldn't make out the words, something about Watari, something about the shinigami - Fay glanced around, and couldn't see either one in the room. But she could smell panic in the air - the sweet and sour scent of fear, that hit her senses like electricity, and made her nauseous.

Her heart fell to her knees.

Fuck!

This was the real thing. This was the nightmare scenario she had feared from the day one.

"What's going on?!" Fay breathed. "What's happening?"

She didn't even realize it, but the cookie pack fell from her hand, hit the floor with a soft thump, wet carton meeting the tiles.

Fear tasted like blood. It tasted like iron and salt and acid, and it burned in her throat.

"What is it?" she raised her voice. "Ryuzaki, tell me --"

L turned around in his chair. His hair was dripping water to his neck, his toes that were sticking out of his too long, worn jeans, were almost white. Suddenly it hit Fay, how thin he was, how dark the shadows under his eyes.

"Fay...!" he gasped. "I told you not to--!"

And he stopped mid sentence.

His eyes went huge. His hand, holding a long silver spoon, froze in the air. His lips parted, as in surprise.

Time stopped.

Fay was a glass that fell to the floor and shattered to pieces.

Suddenly she remembered how light pierced the stained glass windows in Wammy's house. How she lay on the floor with L, holding his hand, their fingers entwining. Air scented of spring, flowers and cut grass. She was 13 years old, and that was the moment, the split second, her world changed. She could hear the children laughing somewhere, someone crying in the distance, but the rest of the world was a million miles away from them. The scattered rays of sun fell to L's face, to his closed eyelids, and Fay knew.

She could never live without him.

The memory shattered like an image in a broken mirror.

"No...!" she exhaled, but no sound came out.

Without being able to speak, or move or breath, she watched how the spoon fell from L's fingers, impossibly slowly, it rotated through the air in slow motion, light reflecting off the shiny surface. Fay stared at it, unable to tear her gaze away.

'Ting!'

The sound that echoed through the air as the spoon hit the floor, was a gunshot through her sternum. It restarted the time. Fay gasped, tasting iron on her lips.

It was too late.

Too late.

She knew it, but still she sprinted through the room, when L lost his balance and fell.