A/N: Day #4 of KidMa Week 2016. Kid and Maka enjoying their Saturday morning "alone time".

Rated M for explicit sexual content - this one is NSFW, gang. If there's interest, I can finish it off (no pun intended) but totally ran out of time to do it today. As in all of my stories, Kid and Maka are of legal age for, and are participating in, safe consensual sex.


"Wake up, Kiddo." her lips brushed his forehead. He smelled coffee and the citrusy scent of her freshly-washed hair, and Kid slowly opened his eyes to the welcome sight of his girlfriend bending over him, steaming cup in hand

"Good Morning" he murmured; and it actually was. Weekend mornings were their alone time and Kid cherished them. He wasn't expected down to breakfast, there was no school, and Patty had been threatened with dismemberment if she so much as set foot in the hallway to his room before 11am.

The sheets slid softly over his chest as he sat up, and Maka leaned in for a kiss. The neck of her robe gaped as she did and Kid got a peek at the bare skin underneath it. Two years ago even his wildest fantasies couldn't produce a luscious, mostly-naked Maka Albarn bringing him coffee in bed. Two years and he still couldn't believe his luck. Fate was purely delightful once in awhile.

"Are you hungry? I baked a quiches for everybody. Thought I'd save Nadine some work this morning. I brought ours up here." she said brightly, handing over the coffee and perching on the edge of the bed. Kid glanced at the alarm clock. It was only eight-thirty.

"Quiche? How long have you been up ?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her. He marveled once again at her ability to go from zero to a hundred first thing in the morning. It usually took him an hour and three cups of coffee to think straight.

She shrugged, "Not too long. I put the quiche in the oven and went for a run. Only three miles, though." she sounded faintly disgusted with herself.

"Only three miles? You slacker," he teased, "Actually I'm surprised you made it that far. Aren't you sore after that thing we did last night?" Kid gave her an innuendo-filled smirk and sipped his coffee.

They never engaged in sexy banter in public. Their professional positions and natural sense of propriety forced them to be circumspect. Sometimes Maka envied their friends, who had a lot less restriction and let raunchy double-entendres fly without hesitation. Being able to indulge in teasing and taunting was another reason to love their alone time.

She took his cup and put it on the nightstand so she could snuggle up against him. He was sleep-warmed and relaxed against her, another benefit of weekend mornings. It was feeling she treasured in her over-stressed, over-worked boyfriend. She didn't mind a little enforced weekly downtime, herself.

She returned his grin, "Nope. I'm tough. And 'that thing' last night was fun."

"Well, maybe after we eat that quiche I should do it again," he suggested, reaching into her robe and gently teasing her nipple. She hummed in enjoyment and watched his erection stiffen under the sheet.

"Or," she suggested, gliding her hand down, "I could do something else with this first. If you don't object."

Kid inhaled sharply when her fingers closed around him and gave her a long, deep kiss, "I absolutely, utterly, sincerely have no objection. In fact, I may object if you don't"

She slid down and curled against his side, teasing him with lips and fingers before finally taking him. Her motions were leisurely; a languid weekend-morning pace designed to please him without letting him finish. In five minutes she had him groaning, in just under ten he was begging, and nearly died of frustration when she stopped altogether. She gave him her patented Evil-Sexy-Maka grin that nobody saw but him and wouldn't believe she was even capable of.

"Now what?" she teased, drawing a lazy pattern on his stomach with a fingertip, "Are you ready for breakfast?"

"Not even close," his voice was low and needy, desperate to continue. She squealed with delight as he dragged back up to his level. Kid stripped off her robe with practiced ease, leaving her stretched out on top of him in nothing but a pair of lace boy shorts. The underwear amused him. She almost always pulled on a pair, even if she was wandering around his suite or going to sleep otherwise naked. He found the eccentricity enticing and intriguing in equal measure.

"I have to ask," he said between kisses, "Why you wear the panties. It's not like you're shy about being without them."

"Because I know how much you like lingerie," she replied, "These panties declare that I enthusiastically endorse and support your proclivities even though I'm too lazy to put on the matching bra right now."

"That's a lot for two ounces of green lace to say," he gave her a light smack on the butt and she wriggled against him, encouraging him to do it again. There were certain other proclivities she enthusiastically endorsed as well.

"Plus I really like it when you take them off of me." she whispered. Kid felt her tongue stroke his earlobe and gave up. He wanted to say something witty about her own proclivities, but thinking wasn't his strong suit at the moment. Besides, he had better things to be doing with his mouth right now. And his hands, come to think of it.

Alone time was definitely the best part of the week.