I'm a teenage girl who does not have a boyfriend. Sorry if the romancy part of this aren't as good as they could be. Otherwise, enjoy.
It started because of a little thing. A stupid action that escalated. Liz thought it'd be funny. It didn't really go that way. The Thompson sisters had been passing Maka on their way to class. Liz pushed her down the stairs, bumping her with a hip.
Instead of falling like a good little bookworm with pigtails, Maka seemed to have other plans. Maka grabbed Liz's hand and yanked. The two switched places, heads tilting from one another, only being held up by the connection of their slipping fingers. Eyes wide, Liz sunk her manicured blue nails into the smaller girl's hand. With a yelp, Maka tried to pull her hand back. The effect was the two girls swinging forward, taking a step past one another to keep balance.
They released hands as if zapped. Turning, Liz spun Maka to face her. "Look, you're cute. You got all the guys around you like a shield. That's whatever. I won't touch my gun again, I will take Patty's and blow a hole through your brain."
Maka looked up from dusting her skirt. Her eyes showed a bored expression. "I don't like guns."
Liz growled and grabbed the color of the smaller girl's shirt. She cocked her fist back, ready to let out her frustrations. A pale hand, with a ring perfectly placed on the middle finger, gripped her wrist.
"I'd rather you didn't attack my girlfriend."
Kidd tugged the taller girl back. Liz felt her face get hot for getting caught. A glare was sent her way, then Kidd made his way to Maka. Putting an arm around her waist, he guided her away from the would-be fight. If he didn't intervene, these two would fight it out until one was practically dead. And Kidd had a feeling Maka brought her brass knuckles to school.
As they walked, he asked, "You gonna be home tonight?"
She nodded, looking up at him. He smiled. The word sexy ran through her mind. He kissed her lightly before releasing her to her next class. His parting words were, "Good. I'll see you later."
A shiver went up her spine at the tone of his voice. Maka took a few deep breaths as she sat in her seat, trying to calm the rush of her heart. She knew what that look meant. She just didn't know why it was there.
After school, Maka made her way home by herself. She liked to walk to her apartment as her daily exercise. Besides Kidd and Star always had work. Maka pulled out her phone and dialed Star's number. He picked up after the third ring.
"Sup, Maka?" There was static filled music in the background.
"Just wondering, is Kidd going on any trips soon?"
There was a clatter, like glasses being knocked down, then, "Just a sec."
Maka waited patiently as she searched for her keys. There was scuffling at the other end, then a cry of pain. She pushed the key into the lock and turned the nob. Walking in, she breathed in the scent of comfort. Star picked up the phone again.
"Kidd, right? Uhm, yeah, I think he had something scheduled. Don't know where though. Why?"
"Just making sure. Anyway, see you tomorrow."
"Sure, sure. Hey, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
They said their good byes and Maka hung up. Her suspicions were proven. Preparations were in order. Quickly she went about her "chores". She opened her bedroom window, the one connected to the fire escape. Next she went about tidying the house. Maka pulled out her pigtails and went to the bathroom. Checking her watch, she had around 10 minutes. Pulling out her makeup bag, she did perfectionist work. That is until she was working on her eyes. With practiced ease she outlined her left eye slightly darker than the other.
That done, moving to the living room, she pulled out a book and waited. The tell-tale creak of the window was loud enough for Maka to put her book down. A sly grin crawled across her face. She waited patiently for her "surprise". See, Kidd had a kind of tradition. Every time he was making a trip, he'd get this look in his eyes and drop by her house at all hours of the night. Not to say she minded.
When they'd first started dating, it didn't seem much different than friends. She thought that by the time she got to high school it would feel more like a relationship. It didn't. Sure he walked her to class, even carried her books but that was it. He rarely held her hand and the only physical affection given was a kiss on the forehead before the first class of the day. She'd thought the only reason they were going out was to make sure she didn't put herself in danger. It was possible. But it wasn't nice, she did actually want a date some time in high school.
Then he took over the gang. Suddenly he was the King of the Weapons. No one could cross him. Suddenly he held her hand. All the time. Or had an arm rapped around her waist. He'd give her a kiss on the forehead, cheek or nose when dropping her off at every class. They actually shared a kiss a few weeks later. After that they did kiss. He kissed her after picking her up or dropping her off. She liked the amount of attention she was getting.
Then hormones came into play. Maka supposed he didn't need too much to hold him over during a normal day. But trips ripped him up. After coming home from his first one, he'd found her first and shared the deepest kiss in their history together. And he didn't stop for two hours.
After, it became a kind of tradition. Kidd would come before leaving and visit when he returned. Such as tonight. Kidd entered the room. He leaned on the door frame taking her in. His eyes roamed from her boot clad feet up her long, pale legs. Then to her short-shorts up her waist, possibly resting a moment on her breasts finally making it to her eyes. The gold of his eyes were darker and Maka couldn't look away.
The asymmetry of her eyes seemed to rev him up. As it always did.
Maka smirked slightly and stood from her sitting position. Kidd was over to her in a second. His hands were on her waist and his mouth was over hers. He pressed his mouth over hers, licking her lips after eight seconds of rhythmic motion. Immediately she complied and allowed her mouth to be invaded by the foreign tongue. She shivered as one of his hands rested at the back of her neck and his fingers reached up into her hair. His other slid up her side, under her shirt.
His hands were cold and she gave an excited giggle, braking the lip lock. He didn't stop to breath. His lips moved down her jaw, nipping, sucking, and pecking down her neck. Maka was finding it harder and harder to breath without gasping. Her hands tugged and pulled at his two toned hair, a giddy smile covering her face. The hand holding her head moved down to her legs.
Kidd's left hand pulled her knee up around himself, pushing the two of them together. His attack on her neck were giving results, in that she was having trouble standing. He walked her into the wall, taking her weight completely off the ground. Both her legs rapped around Kidd's waist and Maka used both her hands to force him to kiss her on the lips once more.
They continued the brutal physical attack of affection for an hour before Kidd moved her to the bed room. By this point his shirt had been discarded somewhere in the living room. Maka's shirt had been half unbuttoned, her boots were discarded as soon as she could no longer stand. They were in a haze of hormones and teenage love. Once settled Kidd continued to kiss, nip, lick, suck and kiss some more on every piece of exposed skin available to him. He had already left two hickeys, on symmetrical positions of her body.
Maka moved her hands over his skin, memorizing every muscle as she nipped his jaw line. When she saw her chance, Maka attacked Kidd's lips, taking his full attention. The ferocity of the kiss paused Kidd's hands, fingers lighting just under her chest. Quickly, while he was distracted, Maka shifted their weight so she was now straddling him. She giggled in victory and Kidd had an all too confident smirk gracing his lips.
They continued their shenanigans for a time, Maka now in control of the action. They went no further then Maka losing her shirt and Kidd loving the feel of her chest in his hands. About a half an hour after midnight, Maka began to slow. Kidd continued to place light kisses on her mouth. Then, as she began to fall asleep, he kissed her closed eyelids. Next the tip of her nose. Then he pecked each of her red and black painted nails. He kisses his way back up her arm. Following the contours of her neck. He pecked his way down her jaw bone landing once more on her lips.
A smile played on her lips once he had finished. Maka whispered, "Thank you."
"My pleasure," Kidd whispered in her ear. Maka snuggled into his chest, getting comfortable. Kidd chuckled at her cute sleeping face, pulling the covers over both of them. The night continued on.