A/N: For KiMa week. I actually don't ship KiMa at all, but a loyal reader requested some Kid/Maka smut, so I thought I'd oblige. It's a simple first time story in two parts. As always, I use Kid as an augmentation for Soul and Maka's relationship vs Kid and Maka being a real couple. I hope y'all enjoy.

Kid sat quietly, leaning back in his chair and enjoying the creak of Italian leather as he primly crossed one leg over the other. He sipped from his teacup, a small smile hidden behind porcelain as he indulged in a late afternoon Earl Grey. The beverage sat warm and light in his belly, the heat seeping into his fingertips as he held it.

Golden eyes peered over the rim as he watched his company tug at the hem of her skirt before she mirrored his position, though her posture was considerably more rigid than his. Anybody who didn't know her well would simply assume she was trying to remain professional, but Kid knew better. You didn't spend twelve years fighting side by side with someone and not pick up on the subtleties of their body language.

Another quick sip was taken before Kid placed his cup and saucer on the coffee table. His hands returned to his lap, immediately interlocking and resting demurely on a thigh. He watched the blonde woman pull her lower lip into her mouth before she frowned. Ashen brows pulled the skin of her forward down while her nose crinkled up, and had he not known this was simply how she looked when she was carefully considering her words, he would have been terrified.

When she did speak, the words that reached his ears were not what he had been expecting.

"I need you to take my virginity!" she blurted, cheeks reddening, though bright green eyes stared brazen and bold into saffron.

His fingers twitched his lap, but Kid gave nothing away. His head tipped slightly, raven hair falling over his forehead to briefly cover one eye. A slow blink, a small shift in his position, his head tipping the other way as he adjusted his posture.

"Why?" he asked simply.

She frowned again, chin raised indignantly as she snapped, "Why not?"

And he laughed. It was not loud or boisterous. It was barely more than a chuckle, really. But he did not laugh often and it was clear she was surprised to hear such a sound coming from him. Unfortunately, she interpreted it wrong and stood abruptly, making for the door.

"Maka? Where are you going?"

"I came here for help, not to be laughed at!"

He reached out and grabbed her wrist. His grip was loose, making it obvious that if she truly wanted to leave she was welcome to, but she was also welcome to stay.

"I wasn't laughing at you. I promise. Come back and sit, mm?"

She turned to him, skepticism in her gaze, but she acquiesced. This time she flopped herself down on his couch, kicking off her shoes and tucking her socked feet beneath her. Her entire demeanor transformed from closed off and combative to open and vulnerable in a matter of seconds. But that was nothing new. He was used to it. That was just Maka.

"I'm twenty-four years old and I've never had sex. It's pathetic. Everybody else has done it!"

"I'm sure that's not true. Certainly not everybody has…"

"Tsubaki and Star were 15 and 17 and they fucked each other. Liz and Patty lost their virginities before they ever met you. And we all know your first time was with Jacquie because she wouldn't shut up about it."

Kid winced, partially at the torrent of words spewing from Maka's mouth, partially at his memory of sleeping with Jacquie. It honestly wasn't his proudest moment. He had obsessed non-stop over the lack of symmetry sex entailed. He was amazed he was even able to get it up, let alone finish. Jacquie had been surprisingly patient, the very antithesis of her nature, but it seemed she didn't want it to be completely horrible for him.

A pale hand combed through inky strands as he huffed, mostly to himself. His eyes met hers again, watching as she squirmed in her seat before averting her gaze.

"What about Soul? I'm sure he hasn't…"

"Soul slept with Kim," she whispered. There was no venom in her voice. No heat. No anger. Her words were disconcertingly emotionless. "It really wasn't that long ago. Couple months. But he did."

"But I thought Kim and Jacquie were…"

"They are. But things are pretty open between them."

"And you two are…"

"We are...but we're not."

"How'd you find out?"

Maka snorted and held up a pinky.

"No secrets."

"So, what does losing your virginity have to do with me? I mean, isn't Soul the one you should…I'm not your…you don't…" Kid fumbled awkwardly. He was usually so poised and stoic, and sex was something he spoke very candidly about it. Truth be told, ever since he'd gotten his OCD under control, he had his fair share of fun. It wasn't openly advertised, but he was certainly aware that Maka knew about it. He figured it disgusted her, and he should be the very last person she came to with such a request.

"I'm not angry at Soul. I have no call to be. I don't own him. We're partners…we're friends."

"You love him."

Maka laughed at the assertion.

"Of course I do. How could I not?"

"You're in love with him," the Shinigami clarified.

Maka had no response for the accusation save for shifting even lower in her seat, eyes boring a hole into the pristine marble floor.

"I need to know what it's like, Kid. I can't stand it. I can't stand listening to Star talk about it all the time, or Tsubaki telling me how relaxing it is, or Liz chatting with Patty about her latest filthy exploit. I can't…I can't feel like I'm being compared to somebody else when I don't…know."

And then he understood. Maka would tell Soul how she felt. Eventually. The reality was he already knew and felt the same, but he was waiting for her. He was always waiting for her. It was likely that his romp with Kim had something to do with Maka. And alcohol. Most definitely alcohol. And while he didn't want to betray his friend, the reality was that Maka's body was hers to do as she pleased. He could try to change her mind, but it had been made up before she'd even arrived.

He slumped forward, clasped hands dangling over his knees. It was most undignified, but he needn't stand on ceremony for her. She'd seen him have a meltdown over an asymmetrical corpse. She could deal with a brief display of shitty posture.

"Why me?"

"Isn't the fact that I trust you enough?"

Kid shook his head gently, a soft, if not wry smile on his face.

"I don't have any romantic ideals about losing my virginity. Not anymore. But I need to be able to understand without the pressure of feelings. Not that I don't care about you! I do! It's just that it's not…!"

He held up a hand and chuckled again.

"I get it. It's ok."

He should have felt hurt, but really, he only felt understanding. This was an educational experience. This was practice. An exercise in trust and patience. Soul was exceedingly patient when it came to matters involving Maka, but he was also highly emotional to the point of being volatile. Add sex into the mix and he would be a ticking time bomb of overstimulated stupidity.

Kid, on the other hand, was equally patient but analyzed every and all situations. He enjoyed educating in much the same way that Maka enjoyed learning. He'd actually taken the virginity of quite a few young women and he did it in large part because he took immense pleasure in teaching them about their bodies. About how good they could feel. It was a twisted point of pride.

Maka's choice made a lot of sense when he thought about it that way.

"So, will you…?"

He deliberated for only a second more before he rose to his feet and strode over to the couch. One hand was buried deep in the pocket of his perfectly pressed slacks, curled into a nervous fist. The other extended with the gentle grace that Maka was familiar with. When her hand slid into his, warm and inviting, he knew there was no turning back. He would still try. He would still offer.

She wouldn't say no to his advances.