Every fiber in L's being wanted Blythe, but there was something strangely rewarding about holding back and keeping things relatively chaste. It was early, and though he was sure he loved her (100% certain, in fact), she was too precious to simply ravish. The best things in life were worth waiting for... and L knew, innately, that she felt the same.
Looking at Blythe was like looking into a mirror that showed him everything he'd ever wanted to be.
Even though a childlike fascination and wonder had nestled in his heart, L felt like an adult, truly, for the first time in his life. His arms felt strong and protective when they were wrapped around Blythe, his shoulders broad, his hands capable of providing or creating whatever the two of them might need. In short, L felt human when he was with her.
He would hold her until morning, and anticipate the dawn's promise with an enthusiasm that was both exhilarating and terrifying. "I love you," he said, again, just to be sure that she knew between kisses.