Disclaimer: I own nothing of soul eater and it's accompaniments
This was inspired by a different Fanfic of a different, but similar couple. The situation and reasoning was different but I'd like to thank the author anyway, despite the fact they'll never read this, because they are someone I truly admire.

My apologies at taking so long, I lost interest in soul eater and only recently found it again.

Crescendo

Kid was not his usual picture of calm and tranquillity.

In fact; if any of their friends had seen him at that moment they would have probably casually asked him what was wrong, before making an excuse and slipping away as fast as possible.

To another state.
Or country.

This is because they could tell from his face, he was a ticking time bomb of repressed rage and if he did blow up; (which could be over anything at all, with no way to tell what would set him off.) Whilst they were still in the vicinity, they prayed silently that his anger would not be focused at them, because the result was not going to be pretty.

Currently, he was on Soul's orange motorbike, driving in medium to heavy traffic on the highway out of Nevada. However, this was not the problem causing his mounting rage. It was surprising (for everyone) to know he could drive a car, let alone a motor-bike, but this fact pales in significance as his thoughts were not on the road right now.
The other drivers took one look at his eyes and let him through their ranks without question, they weren't going to have that thing glaring at them in the rear-view mirror for the next few miles.

To understand Kid's seemingly inexplicable breathe-wrong-and-see-how-well-you-can-breathe-without-your-lungs mood, would require a small explanation as to why the situation had come about at all. After all, Kid was not known to gallivant across the country on a motorcycle, getting angrier and angrier with every passing second due to unforeseen... complications.

Roughly two days ago: Kid and his team along with the latest death scythe (Soul) and his technician (Maka) had been assigned a special mission. This was a fairly routine occurrence, the only technicality separating it from any other mission being the required two star status, due to level of difficulty and the need for Soul perception. Again, not entirely unusual seeing as he and Maka were the best with Soul perception at that level, so it was not unheard of for them to do missions together; particularly if it was after a tricky/powerful soul, or someone capable of Soul protect. Like a witch.
Which it was.

It was one of the very few missions assigned at Shibusen that required going undercover, completely due to the skittish nature of the witch they were trying to capture or drive out of the town she was tormenting. This meant that Kid's usual method of transport: Beelzebub, was not an option. The skateboard, while it could probably carry two passengers in a pinch, was far too ostentatious and recognisable for a subtle entrance. Maka had sent Soul ahead by two days to case the hotel their suspect was staying in; so they could form a plan of attack and to build a believable back story of travelling students coming together for the holidays. Once they had the fake 'arrival' message from Soul from a payphone three streets away confirming she actually was at the hotel, they had set off instantly.
None of the group were in their usual, recognisable outfits; choosing instead to wear 'in character' clothes so as to help the story if they had to stay for more than one night. Kid was wearing tan cargo-pants, a plain green T-shirt with a leather jacket currently stuffed in the duffel bag strapped to one side of the bike, with Maka and Souls extra clothes being stashed in a similar one on the other. Maka was wearing a white tank top with a sports pattern on it, really short white denim shorts with a belt and a long tan trench coat. She currently had a pair of headphones in, just to cover the noise of the engine.

The coat tail was flapping manically in the slipstream of the bike, though the flapping sound was drowned out by the roar of the bike's engine as they weaved in and out of steadily increasing traffic.
But it wasn't the traffic that was causing Kid's ire.
Or the asymmetrical road signs.
Or the fact they were late.
Not even the fact the witch had unparalleled hiding abilities, having eluded capture more than once already.

It was all due to the motorbike really.

Maka was sitting in her usual seat behind the driver. However, she was not behaving quite as usually as one might think.
When Kid had received the call that tonight was the time to strike, it was already nine in the evening. Desperate to make up time, Kid had started to push the bike beyond the legal speed limit, dodging in and out of traffic.

At the start of the journey, Maka had her usual firm grip on the drivers waist, which in itself was a little like torture to Kid (mind you, she had no idea he was ticklish just there). But as his speed increased, Maka's hands had started to... wander a little.
Normally (although Kid didn't know it) when Soul pushed the speed boundaries, she enjoyed it. She would laugh at the death defying stunts her partner pulled as they raced against enemies, time and the wind. This was completely unbeknownst to Kid however, so when her arms had snaked around his hips and therefore pulling herself closer to him and his warmth, he had thought nothing of it. It was a natural reaction to someone who was a little uncomfortable, he had reasoned.
After all; she was the one most likely to fall off if he did something reckless.

He didn't even bat an eyelash (although his OCD twitched a little) when she had tilted her head up, so that her chin was resting just to the left of his lowest neck vertebrae, his hair at the nape of his neck tickling the end of her nose. They had been driving for nearly two hours: she must be getting tired and it was gone eleven o' clock, long past her self-inflicted bedtime so she probably wanted to sleep.
But then she had opened her mouth ever-so-slightly and breathed. A ghost of hot, moist air that tickled over his earlobe and sent electricity to his gut.

The very first breath had him nearly crashing the bike into the back of a lorry, he'd been so startled.
And she kept doing it: a mist of hot air would creep up over his ear, before a cold moment of breathing in and then the agonising torture of the slow breath out again.

He had managed to turn the sudden acceleration towards the giant vehicle into a sneaky overtake, then he twisted his knuckles; opening the throttle further. The sensation on his neck could have been unintentional he knew, but if he didn't get to their destination soon, he'd turn around and do something he'd regret right there, the mission be damned!

He snarled under his breath again, an endless wave of curses screaming in his mind. It was fortunate that Liz had gone to sleep almost instantly after they started out, having professed the need her 'beauty sleep' and Patty had, after numerous rounds of infuriating eye-spy with herself, finally fallen asleep not twenty minutes ago. It was really very fortunate indeed, because he couldn't stand the ribbing he would be getting if they were awake.

...Too fortunate.

She hadn't...?
He opened up the edges of his soul perception, allowing the smallest part of himself to send tendrils of his soul wavelength brushing up against her soul behind him. What he got back was a potent mixture of amusement and satisfaction, completely betraying her intentions and causing a spike in his own soul of complete shock.
She had!

She had planned this! She wanted to get him hot and bothered, trembling with need because of the mere feeling of her. He wanted to scream with frustration at the sensations she was deliberately creating in a dangerous situation, where he could do nothing in retaliation.

His face settled into a grimace as they sped through a set of only just amber traffic lights; he wasn't going to let her affect him like this, or lose control that badly. Damnit, he had standards! He could cope with this much; he had his pride as a Shinigami to uphold. It was only air! It wasn't like she could actually do anything while he was driving! ...Could she?
What he hadn't counted on was the fact the wind made his T-shirt ride up, and Maka wasn't wearing her gloves.

If Maka was pleased when he twitched because her cold fingers began to trace shapes on his skin, she didn't show it. She just kept breathing those steadily getting harder to ignore breaths, before-
Holy Shit!
Something warm and wet had flicked the very edge of his earlobe. He swerved violently at the sensation out into the 'over taking' lane, cutting off a speeding and now very irate land-rover. Not stopping to apologise (particularly when they shouldn't have been going that fast anyway), he sped on out of sheer shock. The fingers on his hips were drawing little figure-of-eights onto his skin, in perfect synchronisation.

Kid swallowed hard.
Twice.

His breathing hitched as teeth lightly scraped just above his shoulder blade, dragging his shirt collar down to reveal more skin. He nearly howled with frustration at the sheer torture this woman was putting him through, This. Wasn't. Fair! He had to concentrate on keeping the bike moving safely, without stopping for anything so that they could get to the town in time. This meant that he could do very little in retaliation to the girl sitting behind him, who was currently trying to drive him into a whirlwind of insanity.
Which was exactly what Maka had wanted.

Completely unbeknownst to Kid, he was a hard person to get a reaction out of. With the understandable exception of symmetry, or insulting his father and friends. Sudden hugs from buxom women such as Blair, seemingly had no visible effect on the young Shinigami. Not even the extremely awkward situations they often found themselves in as a couple or as a group got him to do much except faintly blush, his face impassive. Frequently, it seemed like he only had five facial expressions and it was extremely frustrating for the girl to try and decode what he was actually feeling in a situation without actively touching his Soul. The only way to tell what he was actually feeling at such times was to watch the tips of his ears, which turned red when he was embarrassed or... otherwise stimulated.

This, in her mind, was the perfect revenge. She got to enjoy herself while he was, for once, on the receiving end of the situation and there was nothing he could do about it. If her actions meant that Kid would do something inexplicably rash when they got to the hotel, so be it. He'd let out some of that repressed passion inside of him and she would still get to enjoy herself. He'd be showing more emotions at least. She glanced up at the back of his head.

Kid's ears were as red as her father's hair.

If it wasn't bad enough already in this situation, Kid discovered that the faster he went the more she... wandered. She was rubbing against him like a cat at 143 mph, when he reached 150 her hands had grasped his belt buckle causing him to let out something that sounded like a very unmanly squeak. She had laughed at that, he could tell because he could feel the vibrations from the presence of her chest on his back. Which he then proceeded to very determinedly ignore, trying not follow that train of thought any further, lest she noticed the growing... problem in his pants.

So he had slowed back to a steady 130mph. Which made her retreat to his abdominals and above, thank you god. Her hands splayed on his chest under his shirt, nails lightly scratching as she pressed them even closer together as she nuzzled and bit and licked along the back of his neck. She could feel his increasing heart rate, the rise in his already high body temperature and every breath that was getting harsher with each bit of contact she made.

Kid made a noise like two boulders falling over each other low in his chest, which Maka actually felt before accelerating again. The engine's high pitched and steady whine turning into a scream that all too well matched his current emotional and physical state.

There would be more... distractions from her at this speed he knew, but they'd get to the hotel a hell of a lot faster than they would have otherwise.

Right now, that was all that mattered.

Mission be damned.

Maka smiled;

Excellent. All according to plan.

Thanks for reading.

Saint, Over and Out.