In You And I

Matsuda looked around the small living room in Misa’s apartment. It was more with passing interest than with wonder, as it wasn’t the first time he’d been there. With the third Kira copycat found, Matsuda was once allowed to leave the investigation’s hotel. But for some reason, he just couldn’t walk home alone. Weeks of spending each free hour with Misa had left a mark on his internal clock—and he found himself often walking the young woman home, usually staying around to talk for an hour or two before going home.

He looked over to see his jacket was hung up by the door along with his shoes and socks, like it had been every visit since his first. Take off your jacket, silly! She had said playfully, pulling on it as she spoke, you’re on break right now! This is a no-shoe, no-sock, NO-WORK zone!

The investigator’s thoughts were interrupted when Misa entered the room with two freshly made cups of coffee and some cookies to go with them. “I made sure two put milk into yours, just how you like it, Matsu~!”

“Thanks,” he smiled, taking the cup from her while she tried to balance the cookies and hand him his coffee as well.

“Be careful it’s—“ But she was a moment too late, some of the coffee spilled over the lips of the cup, scalding his skin. With a quick intake of breath he dropped his cup, spilling the remaining coffee on the plush carpet. But Misa was more worried about her friend’s hand. “Aaah! Poor Matsu~!” She dragged him to her bathroom, where she searched the cupboard for some gauze to wrap his hand in while she held his burnt hand under the running facet. She didn’t know if the wrappings would help, but she to do something.

Ten minutes later, and they were on Misa’s bed playing cards.

“Three kings” Matsuda said, placing three cards face down on the pile between them.

“Bull~shit!” She shouted in a sing song voice, a small grin plastered across her face.

“Geeze,” her friend sighed, “You can always tell when I’m bluffing, can’t you?” He leaned over to grab the pile with his bandaged hand, but stopped when Misa took it in her own, leaning closer to him.

“Your hand isn’t still hurting, is it?”

“N-no,” Well maybe a little, but Misa didn’t need to know that.

“You said you’ve never had a girlfriend, right Matsu?” He could feel her warm breath on his skin, she was so close now.

“Yeah, I did say that,” He replied, trying to keep his voice even.

“Well how about—“ she shoved the cards off the bed, and closed in the remaining distance, “We change that?”

“Misa…”

She rubbed her cheek against hers, her own chest meeting his. “We both want something… Let’s get it. You and I. Together. Right?”

He nodded, and could already feel a hard-on starting from Misa’a touch. “I don’t… I don’t know how to start.” He looked away, embarrassed.

“Well usually…” She was on top of him now, his own legs between her knees and their faces almost touching, her hands snaking their way to his chest, “You take off your clothes first.” She pulled his tie gently, slowly bringing their lips together. As Matsuda pressed himself into Misa’s embrace, apparently forgetting to be flustered anymore, she thought that even though he wasn’t Light, maybe—just maybe, it was good enough.

Misa slowly undid the tie, not because she was fumbling around, it was just so much better that way. Like the movies. And then she undid the top button of his shirt. And the next. And god—she would have never have guessed that sweet little Matsu would have such a wonderful, lean chest.
Her roaming fingers slow trailed down Matsuda’s torso, and she could feel his growing erection beneath her. She slid off of his lap, and undid his belt, carelessly throwing it to the side.

“Misa—“

“You’ve never done this before, right Matsu?” She ginned, and he nodded, a slight blush crossing his already rosy cheeks. “Then just relax.”

She undid his top button and pulled down the zipper, her touch teasing his skin through his under wear. She pulled down his black dress pants, throwing them in the same general direction as the belt. Maybe. She wasn’t really paying attention anymore. Her hands slipped beneath the elastic waistband of his boxers, and removed them as well, stopping to admire her new lover.

“M-misa… Please…” She looked up at him and smiled before taking his growing member in her hand. She began to lick it, exploring every inch of his length, relishing in the taste of his skin and his own moans of pleasure. With a smile she took his cock into her mouth. Beginning slowly she pushed her mouth up and down, her tongue still searching every inch of his skin. She could feel Matsuda place unsure hands on the back of her head, pleading her to go faster. Steadily she began to pick of the pace, faster and faster. It wasn’t long until Matsuda came in her mouth, and Misa cleaned herself up before she crawled back onto him, leaning into another kiss.

And then, she realized gasping for breath, that warm fingers were slowly creeping up her shirt. She smiled and helped him undo the many little straps and clamps of her outfit, relishing the sensations of Matsuda exploring her body. She cupped one of her breasts in her hand and leaned further into Matsuda. He brought his own hands to her breasts as well, massaging them to her encouraging moans of pleasure.

Misa put her lips up to her lover’s ear and whispered, “Come Matsu, fuck me.” He realized that she wasn’t wearing any panties under her short skirt, and moaned as their skin rubbed against each other. Misa grinned at his reaction and pushed him down on the bed, rubbing her own wet pussy before guiding his cock into herself. She held onto his sides as she slowly began to move up and down his throbbing member, taking in more each time she went down.

“Ah…! Mi…sa…” Matsuda was unable to contain his cries of ecstasy has her tight hole moved up and down his dick, giving him a sensation he had never felt before.

Misa, too, was enjoying herself, moaning as Matsuda’s cock entered and re-entered her. She began to speed up, riding him faster and faster.

“M-Misa!” Matsuda shouted, his face flushed. His partner continues to ride him, until with one last cry he came inside her. Misa shut her eyes, savoring the feeling of Matsuda’s warm cock coming inside of her, and came seconds later. After a moment she moved off of Matsuda and hugged him, content not to move for the rest of the night.

Matsuda put his own arm—thin but firm, Misa admired—around her waist, her back lined up against his body.

Misa smiled contentedly before remarking, quietly, “And now you have a girlfriend, Matsu-chan.”

“Thanks,” He smiled into her hair, settling into a comfortable position for the night. Maybe that hadn’t found Light, but in each other they had found what they needed. And Matsuda knew that was enough.