Black Raspberry // Lawlight (LxLight) au

Chapter Four

Hello, everyone! Here is yet another chapter <3 Also, whereas I usually write this story on my phone, I was on my laptop today and decided to check the statistics of my story, and I noticed that someone from NORWAY has read my story, as well as an individual from ITALY. That is kind of crazy to me! Because of that, I am going to try to stick with this story as much as I can. I love you all!
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L's POV

I was sitting, shirtless with my iconic pajama pants, on my bed next to Light, scrolling through Tumblr as Fall Out Boy played quietly in the background. It was roughly eleven thirty at night, but of course, no rational person ever goes to sleep before one am. While I was sitting on my pillow at the head of my bed, Light was laying horizontally across the foot of my bed.

Neither of us minded the lack of conversation. We were both more of "hang out in the same room" and "just presence is enough" kind of people. I had just finished reading a Captain America x Iron Man mpreg one-shot when I said, "Hey, are you hungry?"

Light looked up from his phone. "Kind of, now that you mention it,"

I stood up and sauntered over to the kitchen. "Okay, I'll make us something. You down for spaghetti?" I smiled as he shot up at the sound of spaghetti. "I make a mean spaghetti."

"Yeah, I love spaghetti."

I grinned wider as he practically started drooling onto his bare chest over the sound of food. I opened the cabinet, throwing the necessary ingredients onto the table.

Light followed me into the kitchen, taking a seat at the island. "Can I help?"

"Sure," I responded, heating the water up on the stove. "you can start by getting me half a stick of butter and some minced garlic. In the fridge."

"Yes, chef!" He walked over to the fridge, rustling around a bit before resurfacing with the ingredients as I rolled my eyes. He sat them on the table, and after a few moments, I took them, placing the butter in the water along with a few spoonfuls of garlic.

"What's next, chef?" I chuckled at his remark.

"I need the black saucepan from the second cabinet on the right, the mushrooms from the white cabinet, and the tomato sauce cans need to be opened. While you do that, I can start on the noodles."

And he did just that. And twenty minutes and several messes caused by can opener malfunctions later, we had made two delicious plates of spaghetti, with plenty left over for tomorrow.

I pulled up another dining chair and placed it next to the original, and we both sat. I watched as Light picked up his fork, submerging it into the food and twisting the noodles around the prongs. He brought the fork up to his mouth.

"How is it?" I asked. He tasted the food, and let out a slightly erotic moan as he closed his eyes in ecstasy.

"Thish ish the besht-" he shoveled in more spaghetti. "-fushking schpagetthi-" and more. "-I have evah fuschking tashted-" and with moments, he had eaten the entire fucking plate.

"Damn, I take that as a compliment," I laughed, eating my food slowly. I handed him a napkin. "You have sauce on your face."

He blushed, instantly embarrassed. He wiped his face. "I'm sorry, I'm just used to, like, Ramen noodles and shit. I haven't had good, home-cooked food in a while."

I finished my plate, wiping my face as well. And then I started laughing hysterically.

"It's not funny," Light pouted. Which of course, only made me laugh harder.

"You," I pointed my fork at him. "are absolutely absurd. I do hope you are aware of that."

"I could say the same to you, mister."

"Then why don't you?" I challenged.

"Because.... because I am just too nice." He countered.

"Please." I rolled my eyes. "If you are 'too nice', than I am Mother Teresa herself."

"Are you suggesting that if I am 'mean', as you say, then you... lack innocence, perhaps?"

"Don't you dare try to make this sexual."

"It isn't sexual unless you make it sexual."

I threw up my hands. "You have already made this sexual!"

He grinned slyly, folding his hands under his chin. "The question is, are you enjoying it?"

I flipped him off, passive-aggressively snatching up his plate and taking the dirty dishes to the sink and hastily scrubbing them clean. The silence was deafening. The kitchen was completely silent as I moved through the cups, then the bowls, then the plates, pots, and saucepans. I had almost finished when I felt two arms wrap themselves around my waist and a deep voice say, "I'm sorry if I made you upset."

My body stiffened, unaware of how to handle the situation. Light didn't move, so I continued washing the dishes. When the last piece of silverware was finally clean, I drained the sink and rang out the sponge, placing it on the drying rack.

Light's head was laying on my shoulder, his arms still tight around my waist and his nose nuzzled into my neck. I dried my hands on a clean washcloth and reached my hand behind me, cupping his cheek. I tapped his arm with my free hand, telling him to let go, and he did. I then turned around and hugged him.

"It's fine, Light. I overreacted, it wasn't even something I should have gotten mad over, and I am sorry. You are forgiven."

He hugged me back tightly, nuzzling back into my neck. It baffled me how I was already so comfortable with someone I had just met. It was odd, but I didn't ponder on it for long. We held each other for a bit longer before we let go, and I smiled up at Light. His beautiful hazel eyes gleamed as he smiled back.

I blushed. "I need to take a shower, I'll go get your bed ready."

"No, it's okay. Just give me the sheets, and I'll take care of it." He seemed set on being kind, for once.

"No, really, it's okay-"

"No, I insist-"

"Please, you are my guest, I couldn't possibly." I turned around, picking up the sheets. "Besides, Light, it is my hou-"

I turned back to face Light just as he cradled my cheek and kissed me. I was completely caught off guard, causing me to drop the sheets onto the carpet. His lips were soft and sweet against my chapped ones, and I found myself wanting to kiss him back. Before I could, he pulled away, blushing and wide-eyed. "I-I'm sorry, that was stupid, I probably ruined everything, I'm idiot, I should probably g-"

"Shut up," I said, throwing my arms around his neck and returning the kiss. He was taken aback, but wrapped his hands around my waist, deepening the kiss.

My left hand reached up, playing with the hair at the nape his neck. He ran a hand up and down my sides and back, pulling me closer. His other hand ran around the back side of my neck, his hand running through my hair. As he kissed me with more passion, I found myself not wanting to stop.

Now, I am not usually used to being sure of things, but I was definitely sure of one thing.

I never wanted to let go of this boy. And I was going to keep him around as long as possible.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! First kiss, eh? Moving a bit fast, AIN'T YOU BOYS??

Anyway, thank you for reading, and I will probably have another chapter for you all tomorrow! <3

~ Bridgette -x-