Kid is really quite a tall man. I am really quite a short woman.

He was able to keep my hands above my head even while he trailed his attentions down my torso...at an achingly slow pace. The frenzied lover from before was gone, replaced by someone entirely different. This man was painstakingly controlled.

"I'd like my hands back, if you please."

He looked up from his position at my hip, a smirk gracing his face.

"Why? You've got legs, don't you?"

I scowled at him. "My legs are trapped too."

"Well, we'll have to fix that, won't we?" He shifted so that my legs were outside of his.

I folded both legs around his body, crossing them at the ankles.

"If I'd known I'd be doing this I would have shaven my legs."

"If I'd known I wouldn't have shaven mine." He laughed.

I laughed back, uncrossing my ankles. I ran my legs up and down, skin against skin. His laughter caught in his throat.

"For someone so straight-laced you're awful easy to undo."

He quickly gathered his composure.

"There are few women who could be my undoing, and while I've no doubt you could easily be my ruin Maka, perhaps that could be saved for another occasion."

He switched my wrists to a single fist. His other hand ran swiftly down a thigh to the back of my knee. He hitched my leg higher onto his hip.

I wasn't about to let him puppeteer me. In rebellion of his positioning, I kicked my leg even higher to eventually rest over his shoulder.

...

I couldn't help but send a questioning look.

"What?" she asked. "I'm plenty flexible."

"I might have to request that we repeat with the opposite positioning later on." I was already feeling twitchy about my neglected shoulder.

"Seriously Kid? Didn't you get over this?"

"Apparently I'm compulsive when I'm horny." I shrugged.

...

He paced differently this time. Every action was so measured and deliberate. If I didn't know better I'd say it was leisurely on his part. What a tease?

But then I noticed. There was no smirk in his expression, no smugness. His grip on my wrists was feather-light. He wasn't being a sadist. The fact he was even restraining me was just a ploy. He was being...gentle with me. Why the hell was he though? I'm not delicate. I don't need that kind of treatment. There aren't many girls who can handle being meisters but I had taken the challenge in stride. Each slow pulse of his hips was like an insult. I'm better than this.

"You're going to need to be more forceful."

He managed to look a little sheepish, but nodded nonetheless. The pace didn't change much...but his next thrust made me see stars.

It hadn't occurred to me that maybe his behaviour wasn't gentleness but restraint. Kid wasn't being gentle because he thought I was fragile. He was holding back, because he knew that he was stronger than he looked. Someone less accustomed to violence would have probably cried out. I just hissed and arched my back.

He drew back and then made another thrust. More stars.

Maybe that leg over his shoulder wasn't such a good idea.

I'm going to be limping tomorrow.

Screw seeing it written all over my face. Anyone would be able to tell it from my walk that I'd slept with the young Reaper.

With each pulse of Kid's body against my own, I found myself caring less and less.

"Faster," I managed to moan out. I wanted to lose myself in this man. I didn't want to think of consequences and tomorrows. I wanted, I wanted...to not over think things for once. Ugh Liz why did you have to be so right?

...

Each strangled almost-cry was like a punch in the gut. She was too proud to actually cry out, but she didn't need to. I knew I was hurting her. But damn it if I wasn't revelling in the fact that she was actually able to cope with my strength. Any second now she'd beg me to stop.

"Faster," she moaned.

Wait, what?! What kind of masochist had her legs coiled around me? I realised then that I still had her wrists above her head. I released them and tried to flinch away. Since when was I so sadistic?

"Please."

It was a small and desperate cry.

"Move faster." She made eye contact.

"Maka?!"

It was only her completely serious look, the unwavering resolve in her eyes that made me comply with her. I upped the pace.

We were both panting soon enough.

"Fuck," she swore, breathless. (I'll admit it was really hot) "Fuck me senseless," she panted.

I fumbled to a halt.

"What?"

Her recently freed hands grasped at my hair, pulling me down, forcing me to look into her eyes. Her breathing was heavy and uneven but she managed to, very clearly, say 'Make me scream Kid'.

"Eh?"

"Did I stutter?"

"No. You didn't"

...

And then he kissed me. The gesture seemed a little too romantic, that is until he started to gently bite my lower lip. His pelvis rolled into mine the same time his insistent tongue entered my mouth. The force and pace had not lessened but this time his hands were everywhere. His attentions might have been divided, spread all across my body, but they were no less skilful. I was going into sensory overload already. Screw seeing stars, my vision was a complete whiteout.

He wasn't holding back anymore. Of that much I was certain.