My new favourite pairing fkrygk.
This is a technical sequel/prequel to 'Caught In The Act' but it makes sense without that, kinda.
This is a drabble.. Ergo, it's short.
If you don't like it, go back.
And this gets slightly graphic, but not lemonesque. Lime I think.
Misa bit her lip, pulling on her ridiculously revealing clothes and patting her hair. He'd requested she wore this when he called her.
"You look good in that," he said from his place in the shadows, causing her to jump, "my kind of girl."
She smiled softly, standing and presenting herself to him.
He stepped from the shadows. The man was taller that her, although he walked with the slightest hunch like a lot of teenage guys. Misa almost sniffed, this kid was what, four years younger than her, andshe was engaged?
Yet, she couldn't resist the redhead, or his sleazy smile. She went bright red the first time he approached her, asking her if he could buy her a drink. Once again she went bright red, only from the memories of what that one drink bought the pair.
He ran his fingers up her left arm, his left hand two preoccupied with his cig.
"saves?" She joked, wasting no more time and pressing her lips against his, parting his lips and taking in the smoke in his mouth at the time. He dropped his cigarette to the coffee table, sliding his left hand around and into the small of her back, pressing her into him.
Their tongues danced as they shed their clothes with haste. They broke the kiss when Misa began to undo his pants.
"Bitch, you're dirty," he smiled, "this beats my hand anyday."
She moaned, pressing herself against him again and losing the last of her clothes save her panties.
He must think I'm a slut, Misa thought to herself, he's still half dressed and I'm here in nothing but a flimsy pair of panties.
As she slipped her hands into his boxers he practically recoiled.
"W-what?" She asked, startled.
"your hands are fucking freezing!" He exclaimed.
''well then," she whispered, "I guess we'll just have to heat them up."
When Misa awoke a few hours later, stark naked on the bedroom floor, the room a mess, her first thought was "Where's Matt?" And then when she sat up and went through her bag to find half her shit was gone, "where's my stuff?"
Just shows, never trust a guy that favours gaming over everything else.
He'd robbed her before, she knew he was collecting information, she knewwhat he was doing.
The worst part? She let him, then she went back to him.
Misa was sure she whispered something about love to him before he left, although it was lust, and she was nothing to him.
Matt made Misa feel alive, he made her feel like a woman, and be damned if she was going to give him up.
One sided love is the worst kind.
Oh fucking angst. 3
Ik, I portray Matt as a sleazy asshole, because hey, that's how I see him, embarrassingly enough. Also, WHAT'S WITH ALL MY MISAXMATT. I laughed as I wrote this, it was actually quite fun to right Matt treating her like a slut eogpjwe. 3