Light thrust his hips, a sheet covering his legs, sweat dripping down his torso, a shallow breath being taken in or released with every movement. Misa's legs loosely clung to his sides, her fingertips dug into his back, her nails sharp, but not breaking the skin. Her breathing was hard, and with every other breath she seemed to let out some sort of moan, which Light tuned out, finding it nothing but annoying.
He didn't care for her, even in the heat of the moment, and didn't do this for himself; he would do this for her every so often, to keep her quiet, and sedate, for the most part, at least. He barely got any pleasure from it; he never cared to lust after anyone, really, he had much more important things to let his mind be consumed by. He grumbled to himself in his mind through the entire deed, cursing himself for ever getting involved with Misa; despite her occasional usefulness, she was nothing but a pest. Always finding him, and bothering him. Sneaking in his window late at night when she was sure the house wasn't being watched, demanding his affection. His thoughts were interrupted, though, by a sharp pain digging into his back, and Misa's voice reached out to him, through the mental barrier he had constructed.
"Ra-Raito..." She was calling between breaths, her voice growing louder with every thrust, and in the back of his mind, he was thankful that he could go back to his own life shortly. "Raito!" She nearly screamed, and he cupped his hand over her mouth, shushing her, for fear of his mother or sister deciding to walk in. He felt her entire body shuddering beneath him, and he knew he had done his job.
Grunting slightly, so quiet he wasn't even sure Misa would hear, he released, letting his muscles relax. He pulled out and rolled over, reaching off the side of the bed for his boxers and jeans, where Misa had thrown them, eager to get her out of his hair, though she seemed to want nothing more than just to lie there.
"Raito, come hold me..." She whined quietly, a dejected look on her face, as if he had done something to hurt her, and in his head he cursed her even louder than before. Ignoring her plea, he continued searching the floor in the dark, anxious to return to the sanctity of the deathnote.
"Won't your manager be looking for you?" Light said, though when he voiced it, it sounded a bit more cold than he had intended, and Misa looked on the verge of tears. 'Damn this girl!' He snapped in his mind. 'I'm never going to accomplish anything with her stupid demands!'.
"Fine." Misa snapped angrily, crawling out of bed, and beginning to search for her own clothes on the floor, trying not to glance at Light, but finding herself unable to take her eyes off him, the way his skin looked in the dark; the subtle curves of his silhouette. She wanted to stay with him forever, but Light wanted just the opposite as he finally found what he was looking for. The couple didn't exchange any more words before Misa snuck back out the window that night.