Dear Snacklets,

So first off you guys rocked out the support. Really just rocked it. I just fell flat on my end. So secondly very very sorry. It's the end of the semester and all my teachers are dropping projects like they are hot rocks. Oh well, summer soon. Anyway enjoy the little treat for having such patience. I may go back to rewrite it at some point but for now… ON WITH THE STORY!

-Om

RxR

Maka chuckled to herself as her head rose and fell steadily. Kid had drifted off at some and was getting some much deserved rest. As she laid there with him, she took a moment to look back on everything that was so far gone.

Surprisingly, she wasn't that heartbroken over it. She was sad she had missed so much of her own life but then again she had a new one with Kid, the sisters, and Crona; all of whom she would have never met otherwise. And it wasn't as if everyone else on earth just died, they just lived full lives without her in them.

It's somewhat selfish to think that the world was going to miss me that much. She smiled again as she focused on someone who really would. Kid's face when he slept always intrigued her. In spite of his 'age' (which Maka was again, forced to question) he always looked so young when he slept. His nose would wrinkle when he dreamed of something unpleasant and a small smile would grace his face when he was thinking of something wonderful. She had asked him once what he simply said 'Dreams, reality, who is to say they aren't one in the same.'

He was always cryptic like that. In a way it added so much to him. She always felt like there was some new aspect of him to uncover and she was prepared to go hunting for it, good or bad. His nose twitched and his arm tighten around her waist before his face settled back to a resting state.

Maka had been so wrapped up in the library she hadn't even realized how long it had been since they had slept together. She secretly chastised herself. She knew that Kid would never sleep on his own and that, no matter how badly he needed it, if he thought it were inconveniencing her he wouldn't ask.

"You can be so stupid sometimes. You know that?" She spoke to the sleeping reaper. He grumbled out something before sighing. Maka rested her head on her chest as she thought of everything he had done for her that day alone. So much of it must have been so much extra work at best or down right painful at worse. She always knew there was something between her and Soul and Kid having to see it must have stung, if only a bit. In a silent 'thank you' she pecked him on the nose and melted as she watched his sleeping smile.

"-Aka… best…" She shook her head at his antics. Really it was the only time he wasn't so adult about everything. Briefly Maka wondered what he was like as a child before letting the thought die for the moment. Perhaps she would find time to sneak it out of the older Reaper later. Instead she decided to join the young prince in his rest.

She nuzzled softly into his chest and inhaled the scent of marigolds and rosemary that always seemed to float around him. His jacket lay on the floor and the thin white shirt under it allowed so much of his warmth through it that she didn't even need a blanket. Lazily she traced his exposed collar bone with her finger reminiscing on all the time they had spent together. She was nearly asleep when she noticed his breathing change.

"I suppose a man like me is unable to get a good night's rest with you around. " Maka looked to find him smiling teasingly. He kissed her forehead and tucked his hand in her hair. "Are you feeling alright? I didn't mean to fall asleep."

"Fine. I just needed some time to think things through. You can go back to sleep if you want." Honestly Maka was ready for some too. But that didn't seem to be what was on Kid's mind.

"I have had enough rest. You however, look like you could use some relaxing." He sat up, lightly pushing her off in the process.

"I could, I suppose." He nodded and shifted away from the spot he previously inhabited and gestured towards it.

"Lay down. On your stomach." Maka was a bit confused but did as she was instructed. Normal when Kid told her to do something it ended well, in one way or another.

And boy did it look like it was going to end well to Maka. He threw one of his legs over to straddle her, effectively trapping her underneath him. His hands rested on her shoulders for a moment before he paused.

Oh a massage... How nice. She smiled and closed her eyes wondering how his delicate hands would feel rubbing the tense knots out of her back. That is if she even had them anymore.

Her thought process was interrupted as the warm feeling of his hands were replaced by a cold steel before the distinctive sound of ripping cloth.

"Kid!" She shot up, nearly smacking him in the nose with the back of her head. She clutched the front of her clothing to her chest out of habit. It turns out that it had been a good idea as the back of her shirt had ripped completely open.

"Maka, you should be more careful. My ring may have cut you."

"Careful?!" She twisted at the waist to glare. She was very tempted to just find the nearest book and slam him in the head with it. But the reaper had long ago cleared out his rooms of anything she could just as a weapon. Stupid Kid.

"Are you upset with me?" He asked with a bemused grin as he glanced briefly at her exposed abdomen. He righted his gaze quickly but not before Maka could see the tinge of pink on his cheeks. Her anger cooled as she felt her own face heat.

"No I just… why cut off my shirt?"

"I intended to sooth you with a massage. Liz said that skin to skin contact was the best way to ensure total relaxation." Maka pictured the wolfish smile of the girl who had successfully just pulled one over on Kid and in turn Maka.

Nosy little- Her train of thought was interrupted as his hand drifted over her ribs to catch a tattered edge. "I am sorry. I didn't intend to upset you."

Maka couldn't help but shiver as his fingertips ghosted over her. "I can find you another shirt if you would prefer."

"No." Her breath hitched as his light touch pulled away from her. "No, since it's already like this it's fine. Thank you for the offer Kid. Does it still stand?"

He nodded in response and gestured to the bed. She turned to relax as his hands took up their previous position on her shoulders. He hesitated for a moment and Maka almost called the whole thing off. But when his skilled fingers experimentally pushed against her skin she felt every thought melt away.

There was no pain of working sore muscles, only the warm pressure of skin to skin contact. His hands drifted along her back in a slow and methodical manner making sure no bit of skin when untouched for too long. Maka was in heaven. She didn't even realize when one of his hands drifted up into her pig tail.

"It's like the smoothest silk." The strands fell between his fingers which twitched at the foreign sensation. He paused a moment before leaning down by her ear, barely brushing it with his breath. "Maka you really are one of a kind."

A small moan escaped her lips in response. She wanted to blame it on his hands but that wouldn't call for the heat flowing through her body.

"I suppose that is a sign of appreciation?" She let out a small mew at his confidence before sinking back into the pillow. Maka was lost in the haze for a time before the more sympathetic part of her cried out in protest.

"Kid?" The knots had long since been worked out leaving him just rubbing her back for the sake of it.

"Hm?" Maka slightly pushed up and Kid took it as his cue to swing off her.

"Lay down." Maka clutched tightly to the front of her shirt. Knowing Kid would do as she asked as she fiddled with the button.

She felt his weight settle on the bed and much less gracefully swung on top of him. She had a few back rubs in her life but never really had tried to give them before. Were his hands shaking like mine are?

"Wait," Maka bit her bottom lip in apprehension. Kid's head was turned toward her with one golden eye peeking out behind a curtain of midnight. In a way it was unsettling but even more so it sparked a bit of bravery. "If you get to cut mine I get to cut yours."

"You want to destroy my shirt?" Kid asked as his eyebrow quirked up.

"No… wait. That didn't come out right." Maka was a flustered and she didn't know why. Normally there was a certain comfort about Kid that always kept her at ease. Now she couldn't stop her heart from racing. "Just roll over."

With some maneuvering Kid had manage to roll over on his back with an amused glint in his eyes. Maka realizing her positon flushed deep red and wondered just how she got herself into these situations. Well… in for a penny.

In for a pound. The voice teased from the back of her mind. She willed it away as she reached out with shaking hands.

The first button had come undone or Kid had undone it before falling asleep. The dip to his chest made her throat catch the longer she looked at it and so instead she told herself to focus on the next one.

Her fingers lightly grasped the piece of plastic and steadied. It was so much cooler than her own skin which seemed to burn as if it were about to melt away. She cursed her hands as they stumbled over the button until it finally unclasped. She let out a breath as Kid chuckled lightly. Her hands rose and fell with his chest calming her a bit.

Only 5 more…

The second one came undone almost immediately. But, any confidence she had gained was lost when her fingers brushed his sternum. She nearly jumped at the new rush of heat, much sharper than the last.

By the third one she knew what was happening. Her hands trembled as they tickled along his skin. Maka did well in all of her classes, even Sex Ed. She knew what her body was trying to pull and she was NOT going to be having any of it. However, it put her in a bit of a situation. If she jumped off Kid like he was on fire (like she wanted to) he would, at worse assume something was wrong or at best, get cheated out of a back rub.

The problem resolved itself as she reached for the next button on his shirt. Faster than she could react his hand shot from his side to lightly grab her wrist. Startled out of her own thoughts she chanced a glance at the young Prince.

His eyes shone dangerously and his breath changed erratically. While his touch was gentle something inside her screamed danger.

"Maka… Please don't do that." Suddenly all fear and awkwardness drifted away to be replaced by the childish feeling of mischief.

"Do what?" Her free hand lightly drifted across the skin of his upper abdominals. This time she took notice of the way his breath hitched and his grip tightened. "Oh, this?"

She did it again for emphasis only to be pulled down tight against him. In the rush the back of her shirt fell open as she laid flush against his chest. She paid it no mind and instead focused on the distinct lack of distance between her and the Reaper. The last time they were in a similar position flashed into her mind.

Kisses on the cheek and forehead had become common occurrences. It was a way of Maka showing she cared. But this kind of thing was different. Everything about the situation screamed the opposite of innocence.

"Yes," His tilted his head up to brush his lips lightly against hers before pulling away. "That."

"Oh? Then what about this?" Maka had lost the power of her words and wondered briefly if the bandage girl had managed to take over again.

All you honey. Where's that popcorn?

Maka traced his collarbone lightly and reveled in the feeling when he shuddered beneath her. His arm wound its way around her waist and squeezed her lightly.

"And that." He managed to breathe out. His eyes were closed but screwed shut with every pass over the sensitive tissue.

"What." Maka leaned closer to the blind reaper.

"About." She barley touched her lips to his and spoke against the flesh.

"This."

With a groan Kid rose up to meet her and they clashed together. Maka was taken aback by the pure heat of the moment and the desire coming from the boy beneath her. There was also a strangely satisfying feeling that she had affected him so much.

She let her mind drain away into the kiss and her own heat. Suddenly there just wasn't enough. Maka wound one hand into his hair and searched for his with the other. Breaking the kiss Maka drifted down to his neck to lightly nip at the skin.

She smirked in satisfaction when his whole body jumped and his hand flew up to hers. She crashed her lips against hers before he could protest and guided his hand to rest on the bare skin of her back. She felt him freeze but coaxed him on with a nip on conch of his ear.

Slowly, torturously, his hand drifted upwards to dance along her spine. She moaned lightly into his mouth enticing a bit more pressure from him. Maka faltered for a second when his hand trailed down to her side to rest of the small swell of her breast. With only the slightest hesitation she lifted her body away from his to allow his hand better movement.

There were trails of fire when his fingers touched her skin and he seemed in no rush for anything. They circled around her ribs to her stomach. From there they drifted through the center of her chest careful not to touch anything before caressing her collar bone. Maka was convinced she was slowly going insane, but would be totally fine with it if he would just... "Do it already."

Her voice sounded more softly than she had planned and if Kid's smirk against her lips was anything to go by her noticed it too. Ever so leisurely his fingers dipped down, sparking against her skin. He paused at the top curve of her breast for a small second.

Maka wondered briefly if he wasn't pleased with their small size but her mind was instantly wiped as his hand enclosed her entire breast. She marveled momentarily at how his hand fit so perfectly before the smooth skin of his palm stimulated her skin. This time she was unashamed of her moan and her skin prickled at ever new touch.

Taking advantage of the moment Kid unwound his arm form her waist to give equal attention to both of her assets. He tenderly circled her breast before taking her small pink bud between two if his fingers. He squeezed lightly and watched with great pride as she arched her back wildly.

Her moans sounded so beautiful to him and the not-so-strange tightness began to form in his abdomen. Slowly his body grew aware of the situation and he couldn't restrain a grunt when his felt his pants tighten uncomfortably. He was not quite sure why but when Maka squirmed above him she shuddered violently. (He would have to ask Liz what that meant later.)

Slowly he was her green eyes peak open as she registered what exactly was going on. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was hot and shallow. She looked the perfect picture of everything it took to drive him crazy.

He didn't feel her hand until it lightly tapped the length in his pants. He was rocked with a jolt of electricity that almost made him give in to the temptation. But somewhere in the back of his mind, something knew what this was, and it felt wrong.

"Maka…" He ventured quietly. Her hand drifted closer again, her bright eyes filled with curiosity. His own hand caught hers before it got to close. His breath was caught in his throat as he looked into her eyes trying to rationalize the sharp recognition of hurt. "This… I do believe this is not the right time for… whatever this is."

The pain faded as she pulled away from him. Her hand held close to her chest as if she were trying to protect it from something. She leaned back to rest on her knees with that sad sort of smile painted on her lips.

"You're right. I'm sorry Kid."

"Really there is no need-"

"Can we just… lay here awhile? Just for a little bit?"

"Of course." As she settled back into a resting position with her head cradled in his arms he felt that strong pull on his soul. Only one thought plagued his mind as he gazed at her with curious eyes.

I will give everything, just to never see you hurt like you have today.

What a day for poor Maka. Geeze I really got stuck on this. Fluff and what not is really not my fortay, I usually just rock out plot lines. Eh. Right well I hope I can power through the end on this one. See you soon guys!