A/N: Who the fuck was I kidding? "First time fic in two parts." LAWL LAWL LAWL! It's done when it's done. I don't know why I entertain the idea of limiting myself to a certain number of chapters.
Kid's room was surprisingly unembellished. The rest of the house was lavish and well furnished, but the Shinigami's private space, though spacious, lacked the same character. The walls were a smoky blue grey accented with white trim, the furniture consisting of a pair of polished oak dressers that gleamed with good care and were adorned with pictures of himself with his friends.
A wrought iron mirror hung directly over one of the dressers, his mask hung neatly next to it on the left side while his cloak hung on the right. Maka commented on the display and Kid explained that looking in the mirror before donning the attire helped to keep him grounded. It reminded him of who he was before his father's death, reaffirmed who he was as a person in the present, and confirmed his permanent position as the leader of the DWMA.
Maka and Kid were very similar people, and the blonde required no further explanation.
The raven made his way about his room with ease, removing his suit jacket to hang on the back of the now closed bedroom door. His fingers flicked open the buttons of his shirt cuffs and he loosened his tie, golden eyes flicking to Maka occasionally. He was already gauging her reactions to him, analyzing before he made any attempt to physically engage her.
Green eyes tracked him about the room, but the young woman remained silent. She was nervous but not uncomfortable. Her weight rested on one leg, hands hanging limply at her sides. Her fingers twitched intermittently, but her breathing was fairly steady. It had quickened when she'd entered the bedroom, but there was no doubt it was equal parts anticipation and jitters.
"Tell me Maka, have you ever done anything at all with another person?" the Shinigami inquired.
She nodded her head a little, foot raising to scratch at the back of her calf.
"Nothing major. A little kissing with Harvar. It was…ok, I guess? I don't know. We were kinda rushed."
Kid hummed, removing his tie to drop it in the laundry basket before popping open the first two buttons of his dress shirt. His shoes followed next, being slipped from his feet and then picked up to be placed neatly in his walk in closet.
"Death on a doorknob, Kid! Do you have any suits that aren't black!?"
He looked at the blonde quizzically. Even after all this time he was never quite sure when a question was rhetorical.
"No? I mean, there may be a dark blue one in there somewhere. But really, what does a Shinigami need colorful suits for? I'm a death god, not a unicorn."
"You're unique enough to be a unicorn," Maka intoned. "Perhaps a very drab one, but definitely a unicorn."
He chortled at the sincerity, closing the gap between them as he did so. His hands alighted on her hips and he shushed her gently when she jumped beneath his touch.
"It's ok, Maka. It's just me."
He reached up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His thumbs circled over her hip bones and he breathed slow and deep. He wasn't in a rush. Patience was paramount. A student would never absorb a lesson if they were too overwhelmed to process it.
"Can you touch me?" he asked.
He noted her shiver when he made the inquiry, felt the slight backwards shift of her frame while she thought about it. Touching was the obvious first step, but her hands had not moved from her sides, dangling carelessly even as he held her. He wasn't terribly close, the proximity between the two of them a bit greater than when they were teenagers and would "touch dance" as Maka had called it.
"Do you want to touch me?" he amended.
His touch was light and loose, giving her ample opportunity to escape. Her body shifted forward once more.
"Where?" she breathed back at him, shaky hands already moving to rest over his forearms. It was a gesture that could outwardly appear to encourage progression, but there was a slight pressure on his skin. Not a rebuff, just a reminder to be careful. Another notation of her inexperience.
"Anywhere you like. I'm not shy and I won't hurt you. Touch doesn't have to be sexual to be intimate."
That was sound enough reasoning in Maka's mind. A small hand tentatively reached upwards, fingertips brushing over a pale cheek. When Kid offered her a small smile, she pressed the entire palm against his skin. She felt it heat under her touch, a little gasp escaping her.
"Anywhere you like. Take your time."
Soft hands slid down his neck, dipping beneath the collar of his shirt to feel sensitive skin. It was his turn to shiver. The Shinigami's neck had always been a hot spot for him, but he tamped down the desire that was blooming in his gut to focus on the reactions of his current partner.
Maka was equally attuned to his responses, the twitch of flesh beneath fingertips impossible to ignore. He had leaned into the touch slightly, so she allowed herself to stroke over the area with her fingertips. Up and down, languid, almost teasing. While it was true that she was inexperienced in the ways of sex, she was incredibly familiar with reading body language. You couldn't be in their line of work and not learn how to read other people. Such inattentiveness would sign your death warrant.
Her hands slid downwards, grazing over surprisingly built up pectoral muscles. She wasn't stupid. She knew how fit the raven was beneath his suits. She had seen him in swim trunks often enough to know he was no longer the wiry boy of their youth. And yet, it was still a jarring realization. The change in context rattled her and she pulled her hand away as if burned.
"Are you alright?"
The blonde curled the retreating hand into a fist, gaze turned to the floor as she felt all the blood rush to her face. This was absolutely mortifying.
"I'm fine," she mumbled. "You're just, y'know..." Her voice trailed off, blush growing deeper.
"What? What is it? We can stop if you're uncomfortable, I don't mind."
Kid was quick to soothe. It was inherent to his nature, especially when other people had spent so many years easing his fears and helping him manage his OCD. He just wanted Maka comfortable.
"You're hot, ok?! Christ…"
The smile plastered on his face reached a level of roguishness that could only be beaten by Soul. That grin was one of knowledge and smugness. Kid knew he was attractive. He wouldn't boast about it like Black*Star, but he sure knew, and he was prideful enough to enjoy hearing it.
"You're quite lovely yourself," he rumbled, voice pitched low.
Maka huffed, but it was a noise of derision, not embarrassment.
"I'm really not much to look at," she grumbled. She suddenly felt quite bitter.
"You don't think so?" Kid hummed. "I'm afraid I have to disagree with you, Maka."
"What's to like?" Maka sneered at him, gesturing at her body as she spoke. "My face is too thin, my legs are too long, my hips are too narrow, and my chest is…"
Kid cut her off by snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her close so her back was flush with his chest.
"I won't tell you how you feel is wrong. It's not my place to make that decision for you. But your face is fine, with a cute little nose and the prettiest, greenest eyes I've ever seen. They remind me of meadows. Your legs are certainly not too long for me. Perfect for wrapping around my waist later. Your hips? Well, they're wider than mine if that is any consolation. And your chest is more than enough for me. Small breasts are fun to suck on to be perfectly candid."
"Kid!"
"Yes?"
"You…you don't…mind how I look?"
"Should I?" he murmured as he tipped his head in contemplation. "I am not in the habit of sleeping with people I'm not attracted to."
His hands gingerly edged their way beneath the hem of her shirt. He didn't try to sneak his digits upwards or to press her closer, just allowed his fingers to move back and forth over the waistband of her skirt, smirking when her hips jerked a little. He suppressed a full grin when she leaned back against him.
"Ok."
"Ok?"
Maka turned in his arms, cautious and careful. She searched his face for a moment, though she wasn't quite sure what she was looking for. Whatever it may have been, her trepidation melted away when his eyes caught hers, warm and inviting. His mouth looked equally inviting, so she leaned up to place a kiss on the corner of his lips.
"Ok."