"Ah—Kid—"
With shaky breaths the Meister shuddered, eyes squeezing shut as she could feel her skin heat up, the Reaper's hands exploring across her body as lips attacked her neck.
How did they get here? By now, they'd both almost forgotten.
The two had gone out that evening, just for a simple movie and dinner—Kid had brought her to one of those fancy Italian restaurants in town, had a good meal with soft, beautiful violin music in the background played by a live group and everything.
He'd really gone all out tonight.
After the couple sauntered down to the theater, stopping to take time and watch a nice, romantic movie—Or at least, that's what Kid thought was going to happen until Maka beat him to it and picked the new superhero movie out instead.
Though, he didn't mind, Maka could tell he enjoyed it as much as she did.
Everything went well—No, better than that, it went perfect. They walked hand in hand back to the manor, keeping to the sidewalks as the dim lamp lights lit their way, small chitter chatter being exchanged here and there but for the most part, it was a nice, relaxing, and quiet walk back to Kid's home.
That was, until they'd gotten into the Gallow's and found a comfortable spot on the couch, Kid not losing his chance as arms slipped around Maka's side, soft, thin lips pressing against her temple and jawline as kisses were peppered to her skin.
And now, they were here, Maka's back flat against the cushions of the couch as Kid loomed over top, his lips now trailing down her neck as arms went around his torso, delicate fingers curling into the fabric of his blazer.
With her head tilted back she enjoyed every moment, the kissing, the touching, the closeness she felt to him, the love and affection he was showing her.
Neither wanted this to end.
With courage of her own Maka's fingers curled and uncurled from Kid's shirt to trail down his back, thumbs finding the hem of his shirt and moving it up his back so her finger tips could feel his smooth, perfect skin, this action causing the Reaper over top her to pause and shudder slightly from the cold air against his back.
Ducking his head down further Kid trailed his lips down the other's neck and paused at her shoulder, teeth gently yet in a teasing manner beginning to scrap against the skin as his own hand trailed down her waist and curled into the soft, silk fabric of the shirt she had worn for their date out.
He couldn't held it—He wanted more—He wanted the fabric off and he wanted to gaze upon this angel with innocent eyes.
He had no plans to take advantage of her, of course not, he wouldn't dream of it—If it was up to him, he'd merely gaze at her naked body instead of soiling it with his own touch.
"Maka…"
With a soft tone Kid lifted his head, golden hues gazing at the soft features of Maka's face, eyes soft as a smile began to curl at his lips—Though, something more showed in his eyes along with.
Something that the Meister caught.
"You'll…You'll have to lead."
For a moment this confused the boy—Though, when piecing everything together he nodded, slowly moving himself back and getting off the other, now standing by the couch and holding his hand out to help her up, which, with little to no hesitation Maka took and stood up herself, now being lead out of the living area and up the stairs of the manor.
Once entering through the door to Kid's room he shut and locked it behind them—Making sure they'd have all privacy needed for this moment.