Chapter 10

There is a certain amount of thought that goes into kissing someone. Noses, tongues, and lips all play a part in the awkwardness that is a first kiss. Maka knew this acutely, as the angle she and Kid sat in was not convenient for kissing. Maka also had thought about this kiss for quite a long time, and though Kid's lips weren't too wet or too dry and their noses fit together (even at the odd angle) for a second her brain took her back to a very different kiss with a very different boy.

Maka shivered a little with that thought, and Kid stopped kissing her.

"Is everything ok? Do you want me to stop?" He asked, with a lopsided half-worried grin on his face.

Maka shifted slightly and Kid opened his arms, letting her turn around so she was still sitting between his legs only now she faced him her legs tucked under her. "No, I don't want to stop." She lay her head on his shoulder before skimming her lips over his collar bones. Kid's arms wrapped even more tightly around her, pulling her off balance and causing her to shift in closer to his lap.

"Maka, I…" Kid groaned softly, as her skimming lips stopped at the hollow of his right collarbone and she nibbled lightly on his neck.

"Yes, Kid?" Maka knew her words whispered over his skin just right because suddenly Kid's hands slid down to her waist and his fingers were tugging at the bottom of her shirt. "Oh, is that what you want?" Maka sat back slowly, pulling away enough to have a little bit of room but not so far that Kid couldn't reach her. She bit her bottom lip, and her fingers found Kid's hands still on her waist and helped him gently tug her shirt over her head.

In the soft semi-darkness of the cloudy day, Maka's light skin looked almost translucent. Her black skirt and leggings accented this, and her bra was a lacy, pink, t-shirt bra that fit her just right giving her small bust the slightest boost and her skin a light rosy cast.

Thank god, I wore this bra today. Though Maka wasn't sure it mattered, and started to self consciously cross her arms because there was a pause and Kid hadn't moved.

His hands had fallen to his sides with Maka's shirt, but when she had started to self consciously shift to cover herself he reached out and his fingers skimmed softly along her stomach.

She felt his fingers shaking slightly on her hips, as if unsure she was real. Tentatively, his fingers climbed her stomach pausing under her ribs before moving up toward the bottom of her bra. They circled around her back brushing lightly over her exposed skin.

Maka in turn shifted closer, and began tugging at Kid's sweater. He always wore a sweater with collared button up shirts underneath. Today was a simple black sweater with a single white stripe across the breast bone. Kid was pretty straightforward, in high school Liz had finally convinced him to change in his black dress pants for black jeans. Maka had been so grateful for this change, as the jeans were tighter but also made Kid less formal and loosened his rigid demeanor he had carried since middle school.

Kid seemed to understand what Maka wanted and shifted back just enough to pull his sweater over his head. He began to unbutton his shirt, but Maka reached out a hand to stop him. Instead she pulled his arms around her and she began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

When Maka reached the last button her fingers danced up Kid's chest pushing his shirt open and off his shoulders. Maka's hands lingered on Kid's shoulders before trailing down his back, feeling the way his muscles curved without the cloth that usually covered them.

Kid's hands were making lazy circles on her back that made Maka's skin tingle. Then suddenly, he pulled her close and completely on his lap. She could feel him tight against his own jeans and she squeaked unintentionally. Kid didn't seem to hear as he was busy skimming his lips over her neck and to her ear.

"What do you want, Maka?" His voice had lost its tremble from earlier and the tone set off tingles in a completely different area than before. She turned quickly to press her lips to Kid's, biting lightly on his upper lip before she felt his tongue press against them.

Maka felt herself sink further into Kid's arms as their kiss intensified. They were wrapped tightly together and Maka leaned back so that Kid would be forced to lay on top of her. Sensing her intent Kid let her fall back gently onto the dusty wood of the playhouse then followed slowly his eyes drinking in her pale skin.

Their hips met and Maka bucked slightly against Kid, wrapping her legs and arms around him before pulling his face down to meet hers. Stopping him just slightly from her lips she whispered, "I want you, Kid."

"MAKA! My baby, where are you?! Don't worry, Papa is here now! Come out and talk to Papa about why you skipped Dr. Stein's class. Was he mean to you? Were the other students mean?"

"Holy shit... This is not happening." Maka whispered against Kid's lips once again, though with distinctly less enthusiasm.

"Don't worry, sweetie! Papa traced your phone cause he knew you'd want him to find you!"

"Shit, shit, shit. Kid get up. Move! You need to hide! Where's my shirt? Oh, shit, shit, shit." Maka desperately pushed Kid, who had frozen in place and started frantically searching for her shirt. "Kid, I can't find it. I'm wearing your sweater. Just stay here. I'll probably have to go home with him. Uh, text me please?" Maka said all this while frantically pulling Kid's sweater over her head and then kissing him quickly on the lips. Then she hopped off the play set and with a shh motion toward Kid she turned and walked toward the sound of Spirit's voice.