I would like to remind you guys that this is rated M. Just sayin'.

She doesn't exactly know how they came to be in this situation. All she remembers is being alone with him in the basement. They didn't smoke a whole lot; they'd shared a blunt between the two, so why where they doing this?

"Fuck, calm down Kid," She hisses as he nearly rips her bra apart. "Calm down! Not here you shithead, they could walk in any minute." Despite her protests, both his and her bodies aren't slowing down. Their high isn't letting them. Kid shoves Maka onto the empty couch, towering over her as lustful eyes explore her mostly naked body. His hands smooth down either curves of her neck, trailing down smooth shoulders, past sturdy arms and thin wrists and long fingers, then up and up to her chest. His eyes smolder, molten pools of golden lava, hungry for a body that doesn't really belong to him. Her breathing becomes heavy and her body temperature rises as his long fingers trace her pointy collarbone and then lower to her breasts. He pushes her down when she tries to sit closer—to hide her chest—and lowers his lips to her neck.

"I really couldn't give a fuck if I tried." He kisses her jugular before nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Her fingers fly to his hair and pull at the ebony locks with a deep gasp. "Let them all see us. Let them know we fuck whenever we're alone. Now, please don't pull on my hair unless you want me to take you mercilessly." She grins at this, at the entire forbidden aspect of what they are doing, and wraps her legs around his hips. With little effort, her hips rise off of the couch and grind into his jean-clad crotch. As she runs her hands through his hair, occasionally yanking or smoothing the silky strands, he busies his with the task of unhinging her bra. Within seconds, his experienced digits succeed and he throws the offending piece of pale blue cloth onto the floor. He closes his eyes and lets a hiss escapes his lips that excites her beyond belief. He rests his elbows on the couch and stares at her flushed face as she continues the friction between them, making sure to speed up or slow down. She can feel his arousal quite a lot. With a wicked grin, she suddenly unhinges her legs from him and lies back on the couch.

"Goddamn don't stop that."

"Then take off your damn clothes."

The look he gives her could kill, but he moves away from her nonetheless and removes his shirt. Her quick fingers roam down his built chest and undo the buttons of his jeans. Despite this not being her first time sleeping with him, her eyes fly to his and she slowly, shyly, pulls the jeans off his hips. He meets her unsure gaze with one of encouragement, and with that, she grazes her knuckles down his stomach and past the hem of his boxers, down to his arousal. He groans and kisses the top of her head.

"You make it really hard to pace myself, darling."

"Patience is for losers."

Their nerves are on fire. Every touch and kiss and sigh is heightened. It almost hurts them too feel so much.

Within seconds his boxers are off and the two eager bodies meet.


"I don't understand. Sometimes I feel like he likes me, but then he never actually wants to take our relationship further. Am I just being used?" Maka twists strands of golden hair around her index finger. She honestly doesn't know how to feel because she's never been in a situation like this before. Sure, she's had boyfriends before—just because she was a complete nerd didn't mean she couldn't date—but she's never felt such strong feelings for a guy, much less one of her closest friends. It hurts her to think that Kid may only be using her for the sex.

Tsubaki shifts around on the bed she and Maka lay on and faces her. "I am almost positive Kid isn't using you; he just isn't that kind of guy. Now, if we were talking about Soul…"

Maka rolls closer to the black-haired beauty and frowns. "Nah, Soul isn't really like that. He may act like a complete sexist, womanizing pig but deep down he's a nice guy." It is true. He's always been there for her when she's had any kind of issues. She begins to think that perhaps he is even more reliable than Kid.

"It must be really deep down because that boy has probably slept with more people than I'd rather count." She shudders to emphasize her point. "But really, I don't think Kid's using you. You're the only girl I've ever seen him talk to."

"Then you've obviously never seen him talk to those pretty punk girls. Seriously, I can't help but feel like he might like someone else."

"What? You think Kid likes those scene queens? Pfft. He hates them! Says that they're posers looking for a free high, or something like that."

"That sounds a lot like us whenever we're broke as fuck though."

"Whatever. You should know that Kid doesn't know how to deal with people his age."

"But we're his age."

"Yeah, but we've all been together for such a long time. If you weren't always in the library during school, you'd see that he only socializes with those weird metal head stoner guys. You know, those guys? Inverted crosses, beanies, leather jackets?"

"The ones that look like they'd bite your finger off if you so much as look at them? That spend most of their time not in school?"

"Yeah, those. Anyways, I just can't see Kid doing that kind of thing to you. I can tell he actually cares for you a lot. He's too much of a gentleman to do that. I just think he needs time to grow up and realize what he really wants."

Maka runs her fingers through her friend's hair and thinks. Perhaps Tsubaki is right. Maybe it has been too long since she's dated. Maybe she has spent too much time reading about boys and relationships that she doesn't actually know what real boys act like. Although that statement won't seem to sit too well in her head, Maka sits up and flops onto her friend, a small but reassured smile on her face. I'm just overthinking things, she thinks as she stares at her friend's hair, Like Tsubaki said, he may just need some time to think things over.

"Thanks, Tsubaki. You always know what to tell me. I just hope you're right."

Wow I haven't bothered to check if the spelling or grammar is okay so my apologies if something is spelled or sounds weird. I really don't know where this story is going btw. I don't even know if it will be KiMa or SoMa.. [shrugs] Well please tell me what you think!

-Rina