There isn't any graphic sex in this chapter, but it's adult in nature. If anybody wants the whole lemon, I can add a third chapter!
** As always, In my stories, Kid and Maka are the legal age of consent (at least where I live) and their relationship and sex are safe and consensual.
For a girl in a long skirt and heels, she sure could move fast. Kid was almost jogging to keep up with her. The last guests had departed and Maka had bid a polite, albeit sleepy-sounding, goodnight to Liz, Patty and Lord Death. Then she'd climbed the stairs serenely, looking like she hadn't a care in the world. Her aplomb lasted exactly as long as it took for her to get out of sight, and then she ran.
"So itchy," she muttered, scratching at her sides as she blew down the hall to Kid's bedroom.
She wrenched his door open and barely waited for him to get inside before slamming it closed and locking it.
"Unzip me, unzip me, unzip me!" she chanted, turning her back to him and bouncing in anticipation.
"Happy to oblige." Kid murmured. He slid the zipper down, pressing against her and kissing her shoulder. The soft green velvet pooled at her feet, leaving her in strappy shoes and the extremely sexy underwear.
Kid ran a hand slowly over her mostly-bare bottom. The rear view was certainly nice.
"Now, let's get you out of this."
"Hurry!" Maka demanded. Kid turned her around and lifted her into his arms.
"Up you go!" he grinned as her long legs crossed behind his back and her mouth found his. He carried her to his bed and laid her down on top of it, kissing her all the while. Then he stepped back and took a good long look at what he'd been trying so hard not to think about for the last hour.
The lace might be scratchy, but it stretched around her breasts beautifully. It clung to her body, gradually tapering to a mere wisp between her thighs. Satin straps held up sheer stockings, and the tiny bows on the clasps just about killed him. Kid knelt beside the bed and got her shoes off. That was easy. He knew how to do shoes. The garters were a little trickier, but he got them unsnapped without too much trouble. He ran his finger beneath the edge of her stocking and slid it off, kissing her leg as he exposed it inch by inch.
"That tickles!" she giggled when his lips reached her toes. The laugh sounded a little detached, but her wavelength was soft and relaxed so he repeated his actions with the other stocking.
"Now comes the hard part," he announced, getting to his feet and bending over her.
Maka reached out and traced the erection straining his zipper.
"I think this is the hard part."
Her announcement drifted off into another strange little laugh, and he momentarily wondered if she'd been drinking. Not something she'd ever done at an official event, but there was a first time for everything and her wavelength was feeling increasingly disjointed.
"We'll get to that in a minute." Kid promised, "Here, sit up."
He pulled her upright and reached around her. After a little fumbling, he got the hooks holding the strapless top of the corset in place. He eased it over her breasts and Maka heaved a sigh of utter relief. Kid lowered her back down and saw that the skin he'd bared was patchy with hives. Alarmed, he attacked the fasteners on her bodice. This was a time for haste, not seduction. He wrestled the flimsy garment the rest of the way off and, sure enough, she was red all the way down.
"Oh, Angel," he said sadly, "You poor thing. What can we do to make you feel better? A hot bath? No, wait, heat will make it worse. A cool bath? Calamine lotion? What about a-"
Maka hushed him with a limp wave of her hand, "S'okay. Just getting that damned thing off feels fantastic. And Liz gave me some Benadryl about twenty minutes ago. I was so itchy I couldn't take it anymore and she said it'd help."
So that's why she was so dopey. Maybe a little too dopey for a single Benadryl.
"How many did she give you?" Kid demanded.
Maka stretched and smiled at him dreamily, "Three."
Kid cursed under his breath. Maka rarely even took aspirin; they were lucky she hadn't fallen asleep right in the middle of the party. He mentioned going to find Liz and committing an act of violence upon her, but Maka convinced him to climb on the bed next to her instead.
"You can go fight with her later." she said woozily, "Right now you can scratch me all over, please."
Kid shrugged out of his dinner jacket, rolled up his sleeves and untied his bowtie before going to work, gently running his fingers over her angry skin. Her moans of appreciation sounded positively orgasmic and did nothing to cool Kid's arousal. Maka felt the spike of lust he was giving off and languidly draped her hand over his cock, holding it while he worked on her. Kid took a ragged breath and tried to ignore it. Her comfort took priority over sex, which he had no intention of having when his girlfriend was drugged. But holy hell, he wanted to. Goddamn Liz.
Maka, watching him with heavy eyes, told him how gorgeous he was.
"There's something about you in an open shirt and an untied bowtie that's just hot." she informed him, slurring her words just a little bit, "I love it. There's also something sexy about being naked while you have all your clothes on. But I want them off pretty soon."
Kid smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her temple. "I'll take them off in a little bit. Why don't you roll over and I'll scratch your back?"
She did so with effort and sighed in rapture when she was facedown with his hands on her itchy back. She curled against him and slid her hand back into his lap.
Oh, God, I want him. Just a little longer, she thought, Then I'll perk up. This feels soooo good. Maybe I'll just close my eyes for a minute...
Thirty seconds later Kid felt her go limp and bent over her worriedly. He searched her wavelength, assuring himself that she was simply sleeping. Deciding against waking her by getting her under the covers, he fetched the blanket from the study to drape over her. It was, they'd agreed, the best blanket ever made, and they fought over it constantly. Buying a second one would be the sane thing to do, but wrestling over it and eventually agreeing to snuggle under it together was more fun. Tonight its lightweight and velvety softness would be gentle on Maka's irritated skin.
He draped the blanket over her, slipped a pillow under her head, and kissed her forehead before tidying up their discarded clothes. He couldn't decide whether to put the gloriously sexy underwear into the hamper or the trash, so he left the delicate pile of lace on the vanity table to wait for its owner to decide its fate. Then, sighing longingly, he sat down to watch over his love, body and soul.