Death Gods Only Eat Apples

[nokotchi]

"Well, either you stay here for a bit or no more of what we just did." Sakura said firmly, frowning.

 

[.chasm.]

L stared at Sakura in disbelief, eyes wide, then finally relented and relaxed into her grip. "It would be more of a punishment for you."

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura shrugged, burying her face into L's chest. "That's what you always say,"

 

[.chasm.]

"I say it because it's true," L said, still looking highly uncomfortable but now making no effort to move. "Your hormones will take control for the next few months."

 

[nokotchi]

"Whatever," Sakura said, releasing a content sigh.

 

[.chasm.]

"Occurances like this will be a lot more common," L said, finally giving into Sakura and holding one arm around her loosely. "Just make sure you don't sit in front of the computer again."

 

[nokotchi]

"Why, did it bother you?" Sakura asked, grinning.

 

[.chasm.]

"I was trying to work," L said, lifting his free hand to his mouth. "You didn't need to interrupt that, it wasn't urgent."

 

[nokotchi]

"Fine, so you don't want me to interrupt your work anymore for this?" Sakura asked, tilting her head.

 

[.chasm.]

L glanced down at Sakura, chewing his thumb. "Not when the work is more important, no. Otherwise, you still shouldn't sit in front of the computer."

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura looked up at L. "Eh, I'll do whatever i want."

 

[.chasm.]

"The case is more important than this at the moment," L said, gnawing on his nail. "If I am doing work, I will not follow you."

 

[nokotchi]

"Whatever you say," Sakura mumbled, smiling.

 

[.chasm.]

"I don't know why you don't believe me," L said, shifting slightly so he could pull his hand away from his mouth and wrap his arm around Sakura.

 

[nokotchi]

"I don't believe you because you followed me earlier while you were doing work, and I'm sure you'd do it again." Sakura told L, shrugging slightly. "By the way, I think we should set up the nursery soon."

 

[.chasm.]

"That was because you took your shirt off," L said quietly. He paused, then stared down at Sakura in disbelief, sliding away slightly. "Tala, you're eight weeks pregnant."

 

[nokotchi]

Sakura frowned, pulling L back close to her. "So? Don't you think it's better to just get it out of the way?"

 

[.chasm.]

"We have seven months left, Tala," L said, allowing himself to be dragged back over. "We don't even know the sex of the baby yet."

 

[nokotchi]

"That doesn't matter. We could always paint it green or something so the gender wouldn't matter." Sakura told him.

 

[.chasm.]

"The gender matters," L insisted, pulling out of Sakura's grip again. "We have to wait until your next scan to find out and be able to set it up."