A/N: Prompt for KiMa Week Day . Responses to lovely and loved reviews at the end 3
Rated T for mild sexual innuendo.
"Ugh. I'm am sooooo tired." Maka limped out of the bathroom, pulling an oversized pajama top over her head.
The owner of the pajamas put his book down on the nightstand and smiled sympathetically.
"Yeah, long day," he agreed, "And I didn't have to do it in heels. It looks like your feet hurt."
"Like you wouldn't believe." she replied. Even though she'd kicked off her pretty, painful shoes for a while at the reception, her toes and heels were still protesting.
"Why don't you come on up here and get off of them, then?" Kid patted the empty side of the bed encouragingly.
She collapsed beside him, sighing in relief as she sank into the soft mattress. He moved to the end of the bed and put her feet in his lap. Feeling truly loved, Maka thought, didn't come from candles, roses and big expensive gestures. It was born in little things, like foot massages at the end of a reception.
"You have to admit it was a great wedding, though." Kid said, "Except I think they're more fun for guys. It's not fair, but all I had to do was put on my tux and show up when I was told to."
"I definitely got the short end of the stick today. Hair, makeup, pictures, flowers, table favors, that thing where the guy delivering the cake got lost…" she murmured, closing her eyes, "I had no idea weddings were this exhausting."
"But it was worth it." Kid tucked the covers around her and brushed her damp hair back, "I know the shoes sucked, but you were beautiful up on that altar."
His voice was husky with emotion and Maka looked up tenderly at him.
"So did you. Better than me. Periwinkle is not my color. I was a bridesmaid nightmare."
"You were gorgeous." Kid insisted, "but I'm looking forward to seeing you up there in white some day."
Maka took his hand from her hair and entwined her fingers with his. Even though they weren't engaged, or even out of high school yet, they loved to share fantasies about being married. It was a goal to strive for; a beacon to home in on when life got too dark and deep. But after three whirlwind days of Marie and Stein's wedding festivities, Maka was not in the mood for visions of annoyingly pouffy skirts, trip-hazard veils and ankle-twisting white satin shoes.
"Can't we just elope?"
Kid laughed and kissed her cheek, "No way."
She rolled over and wrapped herself around him.
"Pleeeaaase?" she mock begged, giggling against his chest.
"Nope. No sneaking away for us. Even if we could, I wouldn't want to. I want the whole world to know how lucky I am."
"The whole world will be there." Maka groaned, "I only thought Miss Marie and Professor Stein's wedding was big. Ours is going to have to be huge."
"We'll have all the help we want and you can wear flat shoes." Kid promised.
"Good, because it'll be insane. State occasion. Media circus. The future Lord of Death getting married. The receiving line will be three miles long." Maka wondered if Doc Marten made boots in a nice, white lace.
Worry pinged in Kid's chest "You won't mind, will you?"
She felt his anxiety and immediately regretted teasing him so hard, "No, silly. I'm just joking. I know we have to have a big wedding and I promise I don't mind. I'll enjoy it when it's ours and I am more than happy to go through whatever it takes to be Mrs…oh my God!"
Maka shrieked in horror and sat bolt upright in bed, knocking Kid off of her and into the pillows. Her soul sent a spike of pure distress over their bond.
"What was that for?" he yelped, "What's wrong?"
"I've known you for years. I love you and we've been together almost a year and we want to get married some day."
Kid was absolutely bewildered.
"And this is a problem how?" he asked, struggling into a sitting position next to her.
"Because I just realized I have no idea what your last name is!" she cried, "I'm going to be Mrs. I-don't-know-what! How can I not know my boyfriend's last name?"
"I don't have a last name."
"Don't be crazy. Everybody has a last name." Maka insisted, looking at him like he was the one acting demented.
"I don't." Kid shrugged. Many things bothered him about not being human, but this wasn't one of them.
"Well, what does it say on your driver's license?" she demanded.
"It says 'Death'" he said dryly, "That pretty much covers it all."
"I thought that was your first name! So I'll be what...Mrs. Death?"
"Lady Death" he corrected, "I'll be Lord Death someday and you'll be Lady Death."
"Well, you're not yet, so what do I get called in the meantime?" she demanded, "And Lady Death? That's your mom's name. I don't want people to think I'm married to your dad!"
Kid stroked her back and tried to soothe her rumpled wavelength with his own.
"You can always keep your current surname, you know."
"I can?" she cracked a relieved smile, "There's not some kind of rule or something?"
"Not about that. My mother used her own last name when she felt it would be more appropriate. Lady Death will still be your official title, and you'll have to go by it sometimes, but for everyday use, Miss Albarn will be fine."
"Mrs. Albarn." Maka said firmly.
"Isn't that your mom's name?" Kid felt it was safe to tease.
"Yeah, but I have a feeling she won't mind me using the title. She hasn't used "Mrs." in front of her name since the divorce."
"Well, that's settled then." Kid grinned at his girlfriend and she leaned over and kissed him.
"Sorry for freaking out," Maka said as they turned out the lights and snuggled back into bed, "Just when I think I've got all this Reaper stuff figured out, something like this pops up."
"We'll figure it out together. And we'll make up our own rules if we have to." he mumbled, his lips moving delightfully against her throat.
"Okay," she said, idly running her fingers through his hair, "But I think I'm done planning pretend weddings for tonight."
Her nails felt divine against his scalp, she smelled like his favorite perfume and the curve of her waist beneath his silk pajama top was intoxicating. Kid pulled himself up on one elbow and leaned over her hopefully.
"Wanna play honeymoon instead?"
Maka shivered in anticipation, all thoughts of social anxiety and sore feet vanishing.
"That," she whispered, rolling him onto his back and climbing on top of him, "I can do."
RESPONSES!
Shizuka Taiyou - I'ts been so much fun corresponding with you, and I thank you so much for your reviews. I also love the chance to write some non-sexual tension between Kid and Maka once in a while *iz a smut queen*
Sempiternal Dreamer - I couldn't' resist that line about Kid's "merchandise" in chapter one. I'm glad you thought it was as funny as Maka and I did :) I adored your submission for "Overprotective" btw - go read it, everyone!
