More than just cake - Lawliet x OC -

Green Tea

Hey y'all! I hope you're having a great Monday! (Mine sucked big time, but let's not talk about that.)

Soooo, this chapter is pure porn. If you're not into that, skip this one. 

I wrote this chapter mainly because I was thinking about Matsuda and noticed that there is hardly any decent Matsu-porn out there. (The only ones I could find were kinda weird one-shots with Light abusing Matsuda in unspeakable ways... And I hate Light!) So, I decided I had to do something about it. Matsuda needs to get laid more!

Please, make my Monday a better one - vote and comment!

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January 1st, 2010

Matsuda's life was a tragedy: he fell in love with every girl he saw. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but still - every girl that was even remotely pretty, had the capacity to sweep him off his feet.

Falling in love wasn't the tragedy, though. It was that the girls never loved him back.

Sure, he'd had a few girlfriends, but the things had always ended rather quickly, the girl losing interest and leaving him. It was always that way, he was the one who got dumped, not the other way around. It seemed like he really was hopeless with women.

Maybe it was his insecurity, maybe it was that he never seemed to grow up no matter how old he grew, maybe it was just the fact that he was always working - but whatever the reason, he certainly hadn't been lucky in love lately. Or ever.

Hell, he had barely even seen a girl these past years, working in the Kira case, if you didn't count Kyomi Takada or Misa-Misa on the monitors.

So, kissing Fay outside the bar, had been enough to boil his brain, and make him a steaming mess in less than a minute. And when she had taken his hand, he had followed her back to her hotel like a dog on a leash.

It was too good to be true. Fay's fingers entwining with his, her slender form that pressed against his own.

He had mourned for Fay. He had cried for her. And now...

She's not dead!

That thought kept playing in his mind on repeat, and that alone was enough to make him dizzy.

And she's kissing me back!

The sounds of pleasure that escaped Fay's lips into his mouth, encouraged him to kiss her harder, to push her against the wall and to let his tongue find hers.

Matsuda was pretty sure he had never kissed anyone like this.

It felt like his heart was trying to escape through his throat, the hot, billowy need filling his gut like a volcano. Fay's hands on his chest, finding the buttons of his shirt, loosening the knot of his tie sent electric-like shocks through his spine, and he made a noise, half a sob half a moan.

"Fay--" he breathed into the kiss. "--I... I mean, are you sure, that--"

"I wouldn't have asked you here, if I wasn't! Stop asking that already!"

"I just--"

But she silenced him by kissing him again, burying her fingers into his hair, and Matsuda forgot what he had been about to say.

He groaned, as his hands found her tiny waist. Her lips opened for him, she tasted of whisky and strawberries. He pushed her slender form against the wall, his fingers gripping hard on her curves, feeling the silkiness of her skin under the blouse.