A/N: I frequently have other story ideas pop into my head and HAVE to get them out while I can, or I cannot focus on my longer works. SOL is still being worked on (I don't do hiatuses), but I write several other pieces (shorts) to avoid boredom or feeling "stuck." It keeps down my stress levels and allows me to create more freely. So nobody panic and think I am abandoning my longer work. Just enjoy the raunch that I provide you. This will be a 3-4 chapter fic (including this "prologue").

Enjoy, lovelies!


It had started out the same as always. Maka huddled against Soul's chest after a passionate round of sex, the usual banter being exchanged. What were the plans for tomorrow? Were all the dishes done? The weather for the week looked like it was going to be shitty. And then Soul asked a question he knew he probably shouldn't have. A question that opened a veritable Pandora's Box of possibilities.

"Hey, Maka?" his hands sifted through her hair, red eyes turned towards the ceiling.

"Yeah?"

"What's your biggest fantasy?" he blushed slightly, though his face remained neutral.

Maka's tongue darted across her lips, brows knitting together as she considered his inquiry. She had fantasies. She had a great many. Truth be told, they had indulged in many of them, as well as several of his own. But she had never, ever, deigned to share with him the thing she found most enticing. It felt wrong to dream about it, let alone openly share it.

"I don't think you really want to know that," she told him honestly.

Disentangling himself from her, he rolled onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow, head resting in his hand. Red eyes had darkened with seriousness and his feet twitched nervously beneath the blankets.

"I do want to know," he ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

Maka mirrored his position, a delicate hand reaching out to trace along his jawline. She studied his features as she tried to decide whether to divulge what it was she so frequently thought about. What it was that riled her beyond anything that they had ever discussed or attempted.

"If I tell you, do you promise you won't get mad?" she bit her lower lip and glanced away.

A wicked smile lit up his face as he solemnly swore that he would not be angry. She could tell him anything, and there was no reason for her to be afraid to share. They shared everything, after all. It had to be good if he had to promise not to get mad! He doubted he could be mad anyway. Fantasies were just that, and there was no right or wrong when it came to what went on in her imagination (or his).

"I, uh," she cleared her throat, face turning twenty shades of red. "I…always kinda wanted to watch you play…with Kid."

His eyebrows shot up into his hairline, jaw dropping open as his hand scrubbed at the nape of his neck.

"You…think about me and Kid?" his tone was incredulous, but there was no judgment in his words.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Can we just forget that I…"

She was silenced with a forceful kiss and the grind of his hips against hers. At twenty two years of age, Soul's recovery time was still ridiculously low, and it seemed that he was more than ok with his girlfriend's confession.

"That is probably the hottest thing I have ever heard you say," he leered at her. "Amusing too," he added with a grin.

"How so?"

"My biggest fantasy is to watch you with Kid," Soul smirked at her, completely unashamed of his own admission.

Round two of sex commenced shortly thereafter.