“Mnh.” Locked in the kiss, that was the only sound L could make to express his pleasure to his hair being stroked. He slid his hands up her back, pulling her tightly to him.
When she broke the kiss this time L was breathing heavier, grateful for the air. He was enjoying all of this. Experiencing these feelings first hand now fully confirmed all the reasons he avoided it. Every touch, every kiss, every moment with Rachel was in his arms like this he felt weak against her and his thoughts turned into a drunken haze. Any other day something like this could have been a fatal mistake.
L frowned a little. He would never get to experience this again. Not with Rachel or anyone else. When night came, she would grow tired and likely leave him again to return to her room. L didn’t want that. They had been separated from each other most of the day, he did not want to spend another moment today with her not by him. Their time was too short. He wanted this to come to an end with Rachel in his arms like this.
He allowed them to enjoy the moment for a while longer, gently running his fingers against her arm with one hand, massaging her shoulder, resting his head against hers. “Will you stay here with me tonight...until this ends?” He asked her suddenly.