Author's Note: Chapter 2 is in works. Let me know what you'd like to see! (updated 7/1/16)
Maka was angry. She had yet to reach the point where she was furious, but she figured she would boil over to it soon enough. She had woken up that morning to a note from Soul saying that he wouldn't be around for the day when he had promised that he would help her clean their apartment before school. When she'd gotten to school and found Black Star missing as well, it was an easy conclusion to draw that wherever Soul and Black Star were, they were together.
She sat, sulking her way through her classes, hands mechanically taking notes. Even if she was upset with Soul, she couldn't let that affect her grades.
When her last class of the day finally let out, she slowly gathered her things, knowing that she didn't really have a reason to rush home. She was mentally organizing how she would spend the rest of her day alone; homework first, then a run, maybe she'd try to get ahead in some class readings after that.
She had hoped that maybe she would be able to spend some time with Tsubaki, Liz, and Patty, but they all had a special weapon's class to attend all afternoon. That left Maka alone.
She frowned, brushing a stray strand of her bangs out of her face as she scooped up her notebook. Her mental calculations of exactly how long each assignment would take was interrupted when a voice drew her attention.
"Hello, Maka," Death the Kid's voice was casual as he stood, nodding in her direction. Both of his hands were in his pockets as he stepped up to a good conversational range.
Maka cocked her head, eyebrows raised in a small gesture of surprise, making her eyes look larger than usual. "Didn't you have some meeting with Lord Death today?"
Kid shrugged, following her as she walked. "Sid interrupted and said he needed something important so it was cancelled."
Nodding, Maka said, "Oh, sorry about that. I got ditched too, today."
Kid gave a slight grin, "Ah, the never-ending adventures of Soul and Black Star. What is he skipping out on this time?"
"Cleaning," Maka sighed, pulling her books tightly against herself. Something about talking with the young reaper always made Maka feel very formal. She didn't want to say anything wrong in front of him. One day he could be her boss.
"Typical," Kid shook his head, taking a moment to make sure that the folds in his collar were even. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
She smiled in gratitude, green eyes lighting up at the humor of thinking about Kid getting into the apartment and spending hours trying to rearrange the furniture to be perfectly symmetrical. "I think I can manage that on my own, but I had been planning on cooking for two tonight, so you're more than welcome to join me for dinner if you'd be interested."
Kid nodded, thanking her for the offer.
The apartment wasn't really messy, Kid noted. If he looked close enough, he see could a thin coating of dust on the lesser used areas of the space, but he had seen worse. He sat at the kitchen counter, chopping vegetables, watching Maka as she moved around the kitchen, gathering ingredients for the stew pot.
It had been a long time since he had last spent time with her without the distraction of a mission or a large group of people. Maka moving casually was unusual to him, but welcome. Her movements were fluid and her brow furrowed as she concentrated on her work.
She had turned on music, saying that it helped her cook, but all that it seemed to be doing was make her tap her foot to the beat subconsciously. Her hips swayed a little with the motion, drawing attention to the light curves that made up the area, only accentuated by the skirt she wore.
"Done," Kid announced, dropping the train of thought to bring her the tray of items to add to the pot.
"Thanks!" Maka smiled before dropping them in and setting a timer. "That should have been the last of what we needed. Now we wait."
Maka's mental list of things to do that night had been thrown out already. She knew she wasn't going to have time to have dinner with Kid and complete the entire list. She figured that when he left she would set to work on her homework, but the run could wait for another day. So, as the two settled onto the couch, Maka asked, "What was your meeting with your dad today supposed to be about?"
"I've been tracking a recent string of missing persons cases," Kid explained, leaning back comfortably. "Today was supposed to be my weekly update, but nothing new has really come up, so it's not too disappointing that the meeting was cancelled."
"What have you found so far?" Maka asked.
Kid shrugged, "Unfortunately that information is not allowed to be divulged."
She smiled in response, showing that she understood that he wished he could tell her but didn't want to compromise the mission, but Kid had stopped paying attention. The hitch of her mouth and the way her hair fell were perfectly symmetrical, capturing Kid's fascination. Usually her bangs were messy from combat, but they had relaxed into perfect symmetry over the course of the day. It was beautiful. The word caught him off guard; how hadn't he noticed that before? For someone obsessed with symmetry, he should have noticed how perfectly aligned his friend's face was. Her normally sloppy bangs must have always been in the way.
Maka wasn't used to be stared at with the expression that Kid had plastered on his face. Eyes wide from surprise, mouth stuck halfway to a grin from the distraction he had found in the middle of the action.
"What is it?" She asked, glancing behind her to make sure there was nothing there.
"Sorry," Kid said, shaking his head. He leaned forward, gently smoothing the pigtail that had shifted when Maka had moved her head, "I hadn't noticed before how symmetrical your face is."
Maka froze, feeling the warmth resonate off of his hand as it moved her hair. She studied his face for a sign that he was joking, perhaps only looking for a reaction from her, but Maka knew that it wasn't a topic that Death the Kid joked about. He was serious about his symmetry.
"I can't say that's a compliment I've ever received before," Maka tilted her head to the side, taking a moment to study the features of his face. The horizontal stripes that only covered half of his hair were always amusing to look at, knowing how much they annoyed the boy. His amber eyes were serious and calculating, but his usually hard expression had disappeared, replaced by curiosity.
She watched a muscle in his jaw jump as he went to say something, but held himself back. Abruptly, he ran his fingers through his hair, exclaiming, "Sorry, that must have been weird."
Maka shrugged, "No, it was fine. I live with Soul so I have heard worse compliments."
"I'm certain he doesn't compliment you enough," The words tumbled out of his mouth, brain still caught on replaying how smooth her hair had been to touch.
"How many is enough?" She asked, eyebrows pulled down in inquisition. Kid was still leaning towards her, unwavering, his breath warming the air in front of her.
He blinked at the question. "Are you asking me to list them off to you or a general number?"
That brought a smirk to Maka's lips, the upward curve of only one side of her mouth painting an infuriating imperfection on her otherwise symmetrical face. Kid wanted nothing more than to correct it.
"Personally, I'm a fan of the number 8, but you usually do at least 11 commendable things in a day," he said, "So that does have to be taken into account."
Her head fell a little as she laughed softly, breaking the eye contact that they had been holding for so long. Strangely, she missed it and quickly looked back up at him to recapture it. "11," she asked, "I'm not sure if that's high or low."
Kid absently reached out to touch her shoulder as he said, "It's probably more than me."
He left his hand on her shoulder for a moment more than was necessary before realizing it and dropping it quickly. He awkwardly recoiled the limb closer to his body, hoping that she hadn't noticed. One look at her eyes, though, and he knew that she had.
That annoying half-smile crept back onto her face, and an awful thought crossed through Kid's mind. She looked adorable like that. For a moment, he let himself hope that maybe Maka hadn't noticed the furrow of his brow in frustration with himself, but this was Maka. She noticed everything.
"Kid?" Her head dipped closer to his and her eyes softened. "Are you okay?"
"What?" He shook his head gently to recollect his thoughts. She was so close to him. He could see the individual streaks of green than ran through her irises. Her hair hung from its loose ponytails over her shoulders. Before he could stop himself, his hand gently reached and touched the ends of her hair. He didn't have a reason to do it that time, simply wanting to feel it again.
Maka didn't move away; she stayed firmly rooted in place, studying Kid's face. The line of his jaw was sharp. A muscle in his neck jumped as he swallowed, lips pressing themselves into a thin line. Maka reached out, fingers grazing over the reaper pendant at his neck. She had never been this close to him outside of combat. His hands were gentler than she had thought they could be, a principal of his self-controlled nature.
She was touching him. Kid couldn't figure it out, but that was the only thought that was passing through his mind. They stayed like that for a while until her hand slipped down, off the pendant and over onto his shoulder. Kid's eyes were wide, staring into hers. He couldn't remember how long they had been there, silently holding each other's gaze. Maka's hand ran smoothly across his shoulder and he was suddenly very glad that he had taken his jacket off to cook. She kept going, running her hand down his bicep and over the cuff where he had rolled up his sleeves to slice the vegetables. Her fingers were ghosts over the skin on his forearm.
Kid drew in a controlled breath, unsure of exactly what either of them were doing. A strand of Maka's hair fell into her face, covering one of her eyes. Kid's hand traced over her cheek as he slowly brushed the strand behind her ear. He didn't remove his hand that time, only shifting it to cup the side of her face, and he found himself leaning in closer to her.
Six inches away from her, his lips parted, mesmerized by the large green eyes that stared up at him. Four inches and a strange feeling intruded his chest, his heartbeat raising. Three inches and he could feel her breath, warm against his skin. Two and he stopped, his nose almost brushing against hers.
Maka bit her lip, her hand ghosting itself back up his forearm to just above his elbow. She could see every aspect of his face, every dip and curve. He was close enough that Maka had forgotten how they had even ended up in the position, Kid with one leg tucked up onto the couch, fingers laced through her hair, and palm lightly pressed against the bottom line of her jaw. She didn't mind. Her other hand found its way to resting on the curve of his neck, her stomach twisting at the juxtaposition of their bodies.
It was Maka who closed those two inches, pressing her lips against Kid's. For a second, he was too surprised to do anything, but then he was kissing her back. Maka's grip on his upper arm tightened, her chest felt like it was going to collapse in on itself. Her hand on his neck pulled him closer, needing to close the space between them. Her kiss was fervent, a plea against his lips.
Kid's arm wrapped around her waist, and with a yank, she was on top of him as he started to lean back. Her body fell flush against his, pressing him further into the couch. Her hands laced themselves into his hair, tugging on it and Kid felt his heart jump in the surprise of the sensation. He dragged his fingertips across her lower back, tilting his head a little to the side to give a better angle for her kiss. He'd never been kissed like this before, heart pounding and desperate, a jumble of limbs. He wanted her closer, despite her already being atop him. Her chest was pressed against his and his hands ran down her sides, taking up residence on her hips, fingers digging into them.
For a moment, Maka pulled away, gasping for air. She looked at him through hooded eyelids and slowly bit her lip.
"I'm sorry," he breathed, loosening his hold on her, cheeks red and hot from the incident. "I didn't mean to-"
But Maka cut him off when she leaned towards his neck, dragging her lower lip across his jawline as she went. His breath hitched, head lulling to the side. As she pressed kisses against his neck, she adjusted herself until she was straddling his hips. She was tugging at his hair and her teeth dragged against his skin. Kid bit back a moan, his toes curling.
Her name passed through his lips, a desperate plea. Kid reached up, pulling her away from his neck and pressing a rough kiss against her lips. Maka's hands traced down his neck, knocking against the reaper pendant he wore. He reached up, removing the pendant from his neck and breaking the kiss to place it on the side table.
When his eyes met hers, dark and lustful, a shudder ran through Maka's body. Kid's hand reached back up to his collar and he undid a button on his shirt. "Are you okay?" he whispered to her in a low tone, fingers already toying at the second button.
Maka nodded in response, hands snaking up to his now open collar. She grabbed each side of it, using it to pull him in for another kiss as he finished with the buttons. Maka's fingers trailed over his exposed chest and every nerve ending in his skin exploded at the contact. A shiver ran through him as his hands slide down Maka's sides, over her skirt, gripping onto her ass.
She ground her hips into him at the contact, the fingertips that had been gentle turned into nails scratching the surface of his skin. Kid was suddenly yanking at the sweater over her uniform. She could feel his desperation as she lifted her arms, making it easier for him to remove it. He needed it gone. The next thing she knew, Kid had her pinned to the other side of the couch, his body covering hers as he made quick work of the buttons of her uniform shirt. Her front was nearly bare, but Kid didn't take any time to marvel in the sight of her, pushing the material away from her shoulder and dipping his head to plant kisses on her collar bones. His hand slid down her chest, tentatively resting over her breast and Maka gasped. Her grip on his collar tightened, pulling him hard with it and the reaper grinned into his frantic kisses.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, tossing it over the couch. Her hands fumbled at his belt and Kid raked a hand through his hair, sitting up to give her easier access to the article. Her skin kept brushing lightly against his exposed stomach and Kid could only close his eyes, chewing on his lip at the sensation.
Maka smirked up at him, the expression of his face only encouraging her. When she managed to get the belt undone and removed, Kid was moving to kiss her again, but Maka had other ideas. In a swift motion, Maka rolled, throwing the two of them to the floor. Kid landed hard on his back, Maka now on top of him.
"I'm not sure if this is going to work if neither of us can decide who gets to be in control," Kid breathed, running his hands up her thighs, hiking up her skirt until his fingertips brushed the line of her underwear.
Maka bit her lip, dipping her head down to him until their lips were millimeters apart. "Not with that attitude," she murmured in response, brushing her nose against him.
Heady, Kid propped himself on his elbow, pushing her shirt off of her shoulders. Her skin was burning beneath his touch, her once perfect hair rumpled from their rolling around. Her hands reached out, sliding down his chest, tracing over the lines of his stomach. Kid groaned in response, reaching up to pull her face towards his.
"Well then," his voice was low and dangerous, a teasing tone playing from his lips, "May the best meister win."
Her hands fumbled with the button on his pants, but she was distracted by the new ferocity with which Kid had started to kiss her. His hand was knotted in her hair, and his lips were taunting against hers. She had finally gotten the button of his pants undone, but the mission was forgotten as she pushed him back until he was laying on the ground, nipping at her lips.
Maka moaned, grinding her hips against his. Kid's hands reached around her back and despite his best efforts, failed to unhook the clasp on her bra. Maka gave a soft laugh at his attempt, finally taking pity on him, reaching around to unclasp it herself. It fell away from her body, being swept to the side in a fluid motion. Kid's hands trailed up her sides, cupping her breasts in his hands. They were soft and supple in his hands, a stark contrast from the muscles that made up the rest of her body. Maka's back arched as his thumbs gently rubbed against her nipples, teasing.
He rolled the two of them over again, leaving a trail of hot kisses down her neck and chest, tongue flicking over one of her nipples. She shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin as he teased each side. Her breathing was fast as he sucked on one, his hand trailing up the inside of her thigh until he could feel the heat and moisture resonating off of her. Maka gasped as his hand yanked at her underwear, removing it so that he could drag his fingers over the folds of her clit.
"Fuck, Kid," Maka rasped, hands dragging across the floor searching for something to hold onto.
Kid was drunk on the sounds she was making, undone by the way she bit her bottom lip. He still wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, but he must have been doing something right to illicit that kind of a reaction. His motions became bolder, rubbing circles on her clit.
Her nails raked across his back as she incoherently swore, fire building inside of her. Maka's hips bucked against his hand involuntarily, she was dissolving into a moaning pool on the floor.
"Oh my-fuck," her tone desperate, fingernails dug into his upper arms. Her back arched and Kid's heart was pounding just watching her writhe, eyebrows crinkled and eyes squeezed shut as she was getting closer.
He stuck a finger inside of her, then another, not caring about the wetness that covered his hand as he did. He moved his hand in and out, positioning himself so that he could reach her clit with his mouth while he fingered her. He pooled a little saliva on the tip of his tongue before flicking it out, slowly, excruciatingly licking her. She whimpered, the sound frantic on her lips. Her hands flew up above her head, searching for something, anything to hold onto as the pressure building inside of her grew stronger. Her hips were rocking upward as Kid licked at her. He reached out an arm, gripping onto the side of her hip for leverage. He took the nub of her clit into his mouth, sucking as his hand still moved within her and Maka cried out.
The earth turned on it's axis and suddenly she was seeing stars. Her hips bucked erratically, every other breath she let out was mixed with the strangled desperation of a curse. Kid kept going with the motion, letting the feeling ride her through her orgasm.
She rolled onto her side, gasping for air as Kid watched the muscles of her back work. Her skirt had hiked up to around her waist, covering absolutely nothing it was supposed to be. He grinned, bringing his fingers up to his lips and licking the taste of her from them.
"Okay," Maka sat up, still recovering from her high, "You win that round."
Maka pounced, all but ripping his pants from his body in her enthusiasm to make him feel the same amount of ecstasy as she had. She coaxed him up, so that he sat on the couch as she dropped to her knees before him, licking her lips at the sight of him. Tentatively, she wrapped her hand around him, giving an unsure pump once, twice.
Green eyes looked up at him for confirmation that she was doing it right. He whispered reassuringly to her, reaching out to brush her hair back behind her ear as she continued, grip tighter than before. He let out soft groan, encouraging her to keep doing that, pulling his hand back from where it had been from adjusting her hair. But Maka caught his index finger in her mouth, looking up at him innocently as she sucked on his fingers, pulling slowly back until it came out of her mouth.
Kid's eyes went wide from the implications, his heartbeat spiked.
Agonizingly slowly, Maka dipped her head down towards his erection and she kissed the tip. She swirled her tongue around it, letting her saliva be a lubricant. She started with sucking on the tip, making Kid slump back on the couch, a moan escaping him.
"Maka," he breathed her name, revelling in the feeling of her mouth and hand on him, her eyes meeting his as she worked. He reached out his hands, holding onto her ponytails as her head bobbed up and down. Occasionally, he would pull her forward, coaxing her to take more of himself into her mouth. He choked out encouragements, brain seared by the bliss that she had put him into.
She pulled away, lips swollen and that stupid asymmetrical grin back on her face from watching him begin to unravel before her. Her hand still stroking him, Maka moved to straddle his hips. She wiped the saliva from her mouth and leaned down to capture his lips with her own. Kid was eager to oblige, the sounds escaping him muffled by the bruising pressure she was using.
A crinkling sound alerted her to him opening a condom. Maka bit his lip, tugging it. She buried her fingers in his hair, pulling as he ghosted kisses along her neck, nipping here and there.
She lifted her hips, letting him position himself against her. Kid's thumb stroked at her clit and she moaned, her head lulling to the side to give him better access to her neck. She lowered herself onto him, feeling every inch of him fill her.
"Fuck," Kid gasped at the new feeling, hands digging into her hips. She ground on him, a high pitched groan playing itself from her mouth. His grip on her sides allowed him to help her set a rhythm as she pounded against him.
Her breasts bounced with the motion, moving against Kid's chest. They were soft and yielding against his skin. Her hands at his shoulders, nails digging in there as she rode him. Maka buried her head in his neck, swearing and occasionally biting at the area.
From the position, Kid could see down the curve of her back, the muscles that she worked with every motion. He was mumbling unintelligible statements, against her, his breathing uneven and harsh. He would start a sentence, only for it to be interrupted by a wave of fire burning through his body that he could only moan about.
Kid removed one of his hands from her hips and positioned himself so that he could rub circles on her clit as she fucked him. Her nails dug into his skin harder and her breath hitched in, a sob bursting out of her. She buried her face into his neck as she rode out her second orgasm, legs shaking, stars shooting across her vision.
It didn't take long for Kid to follow her, a loud moan escaping his lips as he came. His fingertips dug into her hips, vision blurred. His head rolled back against the couch, eyelids drooped closed, lips parted in ecstasy.
"I'm not really sure who won that round," Maka nipped at his jaw when he eventually stood to get his boxers and clean himself up. When he returned, he found Maka, still clad in her skirt, but now wearing her bra again, who pulled him down to lie next to her on the couch. His heartbeat was still loud enough for her to hear as she placed a hand on his chest.
Kid pressed his forehead against hers, giving a small laugh. "If you're suggesting we try again, I'm definitely going to need a minute-and something to eat."
Maka glanced at the clock. "Should be ten more minutes, we can relax a few minutes."
His hands were absently rubbing circles on her back as they lie there in silence. His eyes fell closed and soon he had fallen asleep against her, heat radiating off of him. She was content to sit, listening to nothing his breathing and the music she had never bothered to turn off.
When the stew's timer went off, she tried to carefully pull out of his grasp, but woke him in the process. Lazily, he sat up as she ran to deal with the timer.
Kid glanced around the living room at the mess they had made. Their clothes were strewn about, a blatant indication to what they had just done if Soul were to choose that moment to finally come home. Kid pulled on his pants and shirt, not bothering with the shirt's buttons or his reaper pendant. He picked up Maka's shirt and spotted her underwear still across the room. He grinned, knowing that she had to have chosen not to put it back on as he tossed the article into her room, out of sight. When he entered the kitchen Kid draped the shirt over her shoulders. Maka shrugged it on after she placed the last plate on the table. Unlike Kid, Maka took a moment to button it up and fix her pigtails which had come loose from their escapade.
She didn't protest when Kid wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, tucking his chin onto her shoulder. "You've thoroughly exhausted me," Kid murmured.
Maka let out a giggle, pressing her hands onto his arms.
"What is it?" Kid mused, feeling the tone of her lean muscles beneath her shirt.
"I had been planning on going for a run tonight to get in some exercise, but I think you covered that pretty well," Maka explained.
She broke apart from him to dish out the soup and after a gesture from her, Kid sat down at the table. Using his better judgement, Kid also followed Maka's lead, buttoning up his shirt as a bowl was placed in front of him. He glanced up to thank her for the food, noting that without the sweater over her uniform, giving Maka a rectangular shape, you could see the flare of her hips. She sat across from him, smiling up at him as they talked.
When Soul finally did come home, that was how he found them. He could hear the sound of Maka's laughter when he opened the door to find the livingroom slightly disheveled. The coffee table had been knocked forward a couple feet farther in front of the couch. Maka's sweater was on the floor, completely out of character for his meister.
The scent of stew drew him to the kitchen, where Maka and Kid sat on either side of the table engaged in an animated discussion. Something definitely felt off, but Soul's attention was drawn away from whatever it was by the growling of his stomach.
"Soul," Maka called to him, "Welcome back!"
He raised an eyebrow in her direction, "You're surprisingly chipper. What'd you do today?"
She glanced over at Kid, panic in her eyes, before simply explaining, "Nothing interesting. You know, school, homework, the usual."