She could only smile at the moment. Right now she felt content, and appeared to be happy with L. She thought that maybe L looked uncertain of his performance, but she'd enjoyed it, and that's what counted. When L spoke, and brushed his lips against her's, Rachel thought that he'd be starting it up again. She almost kissed him back; but L pulled away, and sat up in his bed. Not wanting it to be over with, Rachel quickly sat up herself, and reached for L's arm.
"Woah, woah, woah. What do you think you're doing?" Rachel asked him. "You don't just kiss a woman for three minutes, and then move away from them," she explained; abit with a smile on her face.
She considered tackling L herself, and god the temptation was overwhelming, but she managed to control herself. Instead, she scooted closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder.