This is a Death the Kid X Liz one shot I wrote for a friend. This is one of those stories that COULD in theory be continued but in all likelihood will be a one shot. But maybe if a lot of people like it and leave reviews, I'll write a few more chapters. :)

Warning for sexual content.

Oh, and also, this takes place outside of the anime timeline. It takes place after events that occur in the manga that DO NOT occur in the anime. Hence, there are light manga spoilers (not sure exactly which volume/chapter) but nothing too spoilerific.

I have a blurb at the bottom of my profile that will let you all know what I'm currently working on, what's next and when I plan to be done with things!

That's all I've got so enjoy I guess. :)

Liz sat anxiously in the waiting room, one leg bouncing up and down impatiently. Tsubaki was seated beside her, nervously chewing on one fingernail. Liz had called Tsubaki and asked her if the two of them could go together to get the boys. Tsubaki had agreed quickly, admitting that she too hadn't wanted to get the news on her own.

Black Star and Death the Kid were still in Nygus's office, being inspected. Everyone else who had come out of Eibon's book had been examined and deemed to be perfectly fine. The two of them, however, had gone deeper into the book than the others and had been exposed to an unfathomable type of madness.

Needless to say, Liz was worried. She almost didn't want to hear what Nygus had to say when she came out. But eventually, after nearly an hour of sitting and hearing nothing but the clock tick, she did come out. Clipboard in hand, she finished writing something and then looked up at the two girls.

"Where are they?" Liz asked, eyebrows pulling together in concern as she noticed Nygus had come out alone.

"They're just getting dressed; they'll be out in a few minutes. I admit, I told them to take their time. I want to talk to you girls," Nygus said calmly.

From the corner of her eye, Liz saw Tsubaki fidget nervously. Nygus pulled up a chair and sat, setting her clipboard down on the counter. She folded her hands in her lap and looked at them seriously. "I'll be honest, girls; I'm not sure they'll ever be the same. They've been exposed to an incredible source of madness but they've assured me they can control it. They say they used it consciously in their last battle." Liz nodded; she recalled the two boys' extreme increase in strength. It made sense.

Nygus sighed. "Nonetheless, madness is a difficult thing to deal with. I want you two to keep a careful eye on Black Star and Kid. And I want you to tell me if you notice them acting any differently. Right now, they're clear to go home and attend class, but we can't be too careful."

Liz and Tsubaki nodded in agreement, but it was obvious that both girls were very relieved that the boys were fine. For now.

Liz jumped slightly, startled, as the door opened abruptly and Death the Kid stepped through, still straightening his lapels to perfection. Black Star was close behind, still yakking Kid's ear off about how awesome their new madness powers were. Kid seemed more somber about the whole thing and when he met Liz's eyes with an uncharacteristically harsh stare, she visibly flinched. "Liz," he said sharply, "Let's go."

She stood hastily, almost knocking the chair over in the process. She reached out to steady it nervously and then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Um, thank you Nygus," she said politely.

Kid was waiting at the door, hands tucked into his pockets. "Liz, I haven't got all day to wait around here. I've already been here too long. Let's. Go," he said adamantly.

Liz ground her teeth together in frustration. He could at least thank Nygus. Why is he being such a jerk? Kid was normally a perfectly well-mannered gentleman so Liz was honestly shocked.

"Alright. Sorry, Kid," she said in a slightly grumbly voice, making her way towards him.

"Thank you Nygus," Tsubaki said as she stood and followed after Liz, motioning for Black Star to follow her out the door.

"Yeah, thanks Doc," the bluenette said casually, folding his hands behind his head as he walked out.

"Bye Liz!" Tsubaki called, waving over her shoulder.

"Bye Tsubaki!" she called back. "And thanks for waiting with me," she said with a smile.

Black Star clapped Kid on the shoulder as he passed and gave him his trademark grin. "Cheer up, Kid. It'll all be fine," he said confidently. Kid simply stared at his back as he walked away.

Finally, Liz reached Kid's side and he flattened that horrible stare at her again. "Are you finally ready to leave?" he demanded of her.

She placed a hand on one hip and scowled at him. "What is your problem, Kid? Why are you being such a jerk?" she asked, her voice rising.

Kid didn't even flinch. "Don't raise your voice at me, Elizabeth. Now let's go," he deadpanned.

"Actually Liz," Nygus spoke up then, stopping Liz before she could lay into Kid like she wanted to. "Can I speak to you for a moment more?" At Kid's glare, she added, "Privately."

Liz turned back to her, a look of confusion on her face. "Why don't you head home Kid? I'll catch up with you," she said.

Kid's fist slammed against the wall, startling Liz into looking back to him. His mouth was set in a harsh scowl and without another word, he flung open the door, stepped through, and slammed it behind him, grumbling about "waiting around for nothing". Liz sighed.

She turned to Nygus and looked at her seriously. "Is he really alright?" she asked.

Nygus shrugged. "He seems fine physically, for now, but he already seems a little off. Try to get him to relax for a few days. I'll write you a pass for the two of you to get out of class tomorrow."

"The two of us? What about Patty?" Liz asked. The three of them spent little time apart and Liz thought it was weird that Nygus would expect Liz to handle Kid all by herself.

Nygus shook her head. "I think you'll have a better chance at getting him to take it easy on your own, Liz. Patty is a little too…energetic for what Kid needs right now," she explained.

Liz nodded thoughtfully and then decided on one final question. "Is there anything you're not telling me, Doctor?" she asked cautiously.

Nygus stared at Liz for a very long moment, but did not flinch away from the question. "No. No there isn't," she said finally.

Liz looked at her skeptically for one more long moment and then nodded solemnly before turning away. "Thanks again, Nygus," she said quietly. She let the door fall with a soft thud behind her as she exited.

As Liz walked through the halls of the DWMA, she couldn't stop thinking about what Nygus said. She had originally been relieved but after their last conversation, she was more worried than before.

She passed Stein's classroom and looked in the open doorway, seeing the man sitting at his desk, pecking away at his laptop and lazily blowing smoke into the air. His back was to her as she debated whether or not to ask him about Kid. Just as she was about to turn and walk away, he said, "Come in Elizabeth."

How does he do that? Creepy…

She entered hesitantly and as she got closer, he turned to face her. He was, as always, sitting in his chair backwards and he now leaned his arms against the top of the chair. "You want to ask me about Kid's madness," he said. His tone was not inquisitive; it was simply a statement of fact.

She nodded. "Do you think he'll be okay Dr. Stein?"

"I don't know," he replied honestly. Silence filled the air for the moment as his words set in. "Is that really what you wanted to ask?" he said, his tone slightly accusatory.

Liz chewed on her lip sheepishly. "No, not really, I guess," she admitted. "I suppose I just want to know what madness is. No one knows better than you what it's like to live with madness inside you and I guess…well, I don't know. Maybe I came here for reassurance. To see you and remember that you function with madness inside you. Hell, you're the greatest meister the Academy has ever seen and-"

"Liz, stop talking," Stein interrupted her abruptly. Her eyebrows pulled together in embarrassment. "You're trying to compare me to Kid. You can't do that, not with madness. Every person has their own madness. Even you, Elizabeth. There's no telling how madness will affect a person. That's why I can't tell you if Kid will be alright." His words were honest. And they weren't comforting, not in the slightest.

Liz sighed and hung her head. "I understand, Professor. Thank you," she said lowly, turning away towards the door.

Just as she reached it, he spoke again. "But I do believe in him Liz. You should too. Kid is a shinigami. And past that, he's strong-willed. He'll be okay."

Liz allowed herself a small smile but didn't turn back toward him. "Thank you Dr. Stein," she said once more before leaving.

Her spirits lifted slightly, she finally left the DWMA and headed for home. Hopefully, Kid would have cooled off a little by the time she got there.

When Liz walked up the front steps, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. Not both of them, just one. Frowning, she pushed it open tentatively and took a step inside. "Kid…?" she called.

The house was dark. The sun was setting and cast an eerie light into the house. A chilling silence filled the air as Liz rounded the corner to the kitchen. "Kid?" she called again. No response.

On the counter was a note from Patty, stating that she was staying over at Kim and Jackie's for the night, signed with a drawing of a giraffe. Liz laid the note back down and returned her attention to her missing meister.

She headed to the staircase, quickening her step. "Kid!" she called up the stairs before ascending them two at a time. She walked briskly to his room and found his door slightly open as well. Things were only getting weirder and weirder.

She laid her fingers gently against the wood and slowly pushed. "Kid…?"

There was a faint sound from inside. It sounded like…laughter?

Liz entered and immediately gasped at what she saw. The room was a mess. The bed covers were in disarray, Kid's jacket lay carelessly on the floor and there were papers scattered all over the place. Kid was perched in his desk chair, hunched over his desk, scribbling viciously on a piece of paper. His shirt was untucked, his sleeves rolled up unevenly and his shoulders shook with his laughter.

Liz approached him with caution, almost afraid of what she'd see if she looked at his face. She had never seen Kid like this before. When she reached him, she placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned quickly to look at her, still laughing. His eyes were wide and his lips were pulled back into a toothy grin.

"Kid, what are you doing?" she asked, now more worried than ever.

He smiled and grabbed the piece of paper that was on his desk, the one he'd just been scribbling on. "I've been doodling, Liz," he replied simply. Liz looked at the piece of paper. There were just scribbles. Jagged, nonsensical scribbles. Something Kid would never put on paper.

She thought carefully before answering. "That's good, Kid. Really good. Now why don't we-"

Kid's smile dropped so abruptly that she halted her sentence. "'Good'? Really? Come on Elizabeth. I thought you knew me better than that. There's no way I would accept this as 'good'," he said. He stood quickly, shoving his chair away so that it clattered noisily to the ground. Liz flinched at the sound as he stepped closer to her. She suddenly felt very small. For the years she had known Kid, she had always towered over him, but recently he'd grown and now she felt intimidated as he looked down at her, his eyes glowing darkly.

He grabbed her biceps roughly and pulled her close, staring into her frightened eyes. "I've been at it for what seems like forever now. But no matter how hard I try to formulate something symmetrical, this madness in my head stops me. I don't know what to do, Liz," he said in a whisper.

Liz felt a little better as he referred to the madness. At least he knew that this was all because of it. She reached up and took his hands, which caused him to look down at their now clasped fingers. "Hey, it'll be alright, Kid. Do you want me to help you?"

This made him look back up at her face with a new expression, one of wonder. "Would you really?" he asked and she nodded.

She picked up his chair and motioned for him to sit down. Then she leaned over his desk and held out his pencil to him. After he took it, she wrapped her hand around his and guided his hand. Together the two of them spent several long minutes creating a perfectly symmetrical drawing that didn't have any real shape, but was symmetrical nonetheless. By the end of it, Kid's breathing had returned to normal and when Liz looked into his eyes again, they were filled with a familiar warmth.

"Thanks, Liz," he said softly.

She smiled in return and rubbed his back in between his shoulder blades. "No problem. Now don't turn around for a few minutes," she said, leaving his side to begin tidying up.

As promised, a couple minutes later, all the papers were picked up and thrown away, his jacket was hung neatly in his closet and his bed was made.

She went to turn back to him gasped as she nearly bumped into him. He caught her forearms easily, keeping her close. As she looked up at him, his face seemed…sad. Incredibly sad. He was staring at her face but not meeting her eyes.

"Kid…?" she whispered, looking at him in concern.

"Shh," he said back, letting the air ease past his lips.

And that's how they remained for nearly half an hour - standing in silence, his thumbs rubbing against the soft skin of her arms in a lilting manner, his eyes downcast and hers wide with worry.

Liz didn't dare move for all that time, afraid of how he would react if she broke their statue stance. She suddenly wished Patty was there to help her handle this situation. She was more worried about messing up, saying or doing the wrong thing, than she was about Kid snapping and hurting her or something.

Finally, he moved. With a light gasp, he snapped out of his frozen stupor and at last seemed to realize the sloppy state of his clothing. He immediately began rolling his sleeves back down and when Liz moved to help him, he pushed her hands away. His movements were jerky and rushed as he tried to flatten the newly created wrinkles and she watched as the panic rose within him.

Finally, she grabbed his hands firmly and didn't let go when he tried to take them back. "Kid, stop it," she said forcefully. His head snapped up to look at her. His sudden mood shifts were what was really bothering her. She couldn't tell whether or not he was himself or if it was the madness talking.

"Here," she said, more gently. "Let me." He stared at her, wide-eyed, as she let go of his hands and raised them to his collar. She undid his tie and pulled it off, laying it over her own shoulder. Then she started on his buttons, deftly undoing each one until she reached the very bottom of his shirt, baring a pale strip of his chest to her. Very gently, she slid her fingers under the fabric covering his shoulders and pushed it over and off, letting it slide down to his wrists where he caught it before it could fall to the floor. She held out her hand and he stared at her a moment longer before giving her the garment. "I'll be right back," she whispered. "Don't go anywhere."

She breathed a sigh of relief as he offered her a genuine smile. "I won't," he said softly.

She gave him a smile in return and then turned and left him, bare-chested, in the middle of the room. She left the door open behind her and headed down the hall to the laundry room. She folded his shirt neatly and placed it in the hamper, just as he always did. Normally, he wouldn't let Liz do it; he'd always do it himself.

On her way back she stopped in the bathroom and turned on the faucet. She ran her hands under the cold water and then rubbed her face, sighing at the cool feeling against her skin. Suddenly, she felt tired. She rested her hands against the edge of the counter, leaning against it in exhaustion. She didn't know what she had expected after saving Kid from Eibon's book but it definitely wasn't this.

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and texted Tsubaki: How is BlackStar?

Her reply came quickly. Same old BlackStar. What about Kid?

Liz stared at the screen, not knowing how to answer. After a long moment, she typed back: He's alright. He could be better, though.

That's too bad. I hope he's feeling better tomorrow. Keep me posted! Tsubaki's reply was nice, but not exactly helpful and didn't really make Liz feel any better.

She looked back up at the mirror and then gasped, her phone falling from her hands. Kid quickly caught it before it could hit the floor and then held it out to her. She had one hand against her throat, trying to calm the thumping of her heart. "Kid!" she scolded. "What are you doing, scaring me like that?" she demanded, snatching her phone back and tucking it away once more.

He shrugged his bare shoulders and leaned against the counter. "You were taking a while," he responded coolly.

She rolled her eyes at him and grabbed his wrist. "C'mon you. Let's get you to bed. Nygus said you need to get your rest," she said, pulling him along with her as she left the bathroom and started back towards his room.

Surprisingly, he let her drag him to his room and then she stood and folded her arms. "Alright, put on your pajamas," she said bossily.

He rolled his eyes, seeming more normal. "Alright, Mom," he retorted. Slowly, almost deliberately, he took hold of his belt buckle and undid it, sliding it through each loop carefully until he held it out to her. She snatched it impatiently and he smirked as she watched his hands move to the button of his pants. She watched as his fingers deftly popped the button open and then halted all their movements. She looked up at his face to find him staring at her with an amused expression. Her face immediately felt hot and without thinking, she cracked his belt against his exposed ribcage. He chuckled darkly as he flinched. "Ow!" he said dramatically. "That's not very nice."

"Just hurry up, would you?" Liz grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

Shaking his head and chuckling still, Kid unzipped his pants and stepped out of them, handing those too to Liz. She folded them over her arm and watched as he turned away from her in nothing but his boxers and flopped onto his bed.

"Aren't you going to put on your pajamas?" she asked curiously. He shrugged but didn't respond. Sighing, she set down his clothes and marched over to his bed. "Well, at least get under the covers. It's cold tonight."

Kid grinned up at her and wiggled around until he could manage himself under the covers. He pulled them up to his chin and batted his lashes at her. "Are you going to tuck me in?" he taunted.

Liz rolled her eyes for what felt like the billionth time that night. "No," she said flatly. She turned away but before she could get very far, he grabbed her wrist.

"Don't leave me alone, Liz," he said quietly, his eyes looking…vulnerable, in a way.

She looked down at him for a while, trying to figure out whether or not he was serious. After looking into those eyes for a long moment, she crumbled. Sighing gently, she nodded and said, "Okay. Alright, let me go get changed first."

He smiled and let her hand fall from his grasp, watching her as she left the room.

The house had gotten dark quickly and Liz turned on the light when she entered her room. It was one of the only places in the house that had colors other than black, white, red and gold. The other was Patty's room.

She went to her dresser and pulled out a tank top and striped pajama pants. She changed quickly and left her dirty clothes on the floor, not wanting to leave Kid alone for too long. She did stop in the bathroom to brush her teeth and throw her hair up into a messy bun.

When she reentered Kid's room, he was staring up at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head and blankets pushed down to his waist, leaving his bare chest exposed to the moonlight leaking in through the window.

Suddenly, Liz was struck by how handsome he was. She had never really noticed before. He had always been small, lanky and more of a brother figure, someone to admire and thank for changing her life. She'd never seen him as a source of masculinity and attraction up until this very moment. The way the moonlight shone on him cast shadows across his chiseled chest and half of his face. He didn't look at her as she got closer and instead just said, simply, "Don't be shy. Lie with me."

Hesitantly, Liz crawled onto the bed and tucked her legs under the blankets, her heart hammering and face reddening. She looked down at him once more and reached out to brush a few stray strands of hair off of his forehead, making him look at her. "Go to sleep. You really need to get your rest."

He smiled. "I will."

"Promise? You're not gonna stay awake long after I've fallen asleep just staring at nothing? That's something you'd do."

He chuckled. "I promise."

Liz narrowed her eyes suspiciously but settled down next to him anyway. "Goodnight Kid," she said as she rolled onto her side, away from him.

She felt him move beside her and then his warm body was nuzzled behind her own, his strong arm draped over her waist, pulling her close. "Goodnight Liz," he whispered, his breath tickling her neck.

As she lie there, muscles tense, his breathing evened out on the back of her neck and only when she believed he was asleep did she allow herself to relax into his comforting embrace, close her eyes and fall into sleep herself.

Liz was dreaming about water. The sound of a distant waterfall called out to her and she raced around, trying to find it…

She woke suddenly. As she blinked to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she felt cold. The blankets were pulled down to the middle of her thighs and she was alone.

It was then that she heard water again. It was the shower. Her brow furrowed. Really? At this hour he decides he wasn't clean enough?

She looked at the clock. It was nearly two in the morning. She sat up and rubbed some of the sleep from her eyes, slouching and staring at the bathroom door with grumpy eyes.

After her initial annoyance wore off, she remembered how odd he had been acting earlier and wondered if there was actually something wrong. As she moved to stand, she heard the water stop and halted her movement. She was now torn. On one hand, she wanted to check on Kid. On the other, she really didn't want to walk in on him wet and naked.

"Kid?" she called.

Silence.

"Kid, is everything alright?" she called out again, a little louder this time.

Silence.

Now getting worried, she stood and moved quickly to the door and knocked. "Kid, you're worrying me," she said through the wood.

Silence.

She knocked again and this time, the door swung open as she did so and steam flooded out. Waving a hand in front of her face, she peered in, looking for Kid among the steam and foggy mirror.

She took two steps into the room and with a soft creak, the door fell shut behind her. Startled, she turned back to the door, only to see Kid standing there with his hand against the wood.

She looked at him and immediately looked away, embarrassed at seeing him completely unclothed and water dripping off of him from his shower.

He came to stand in front of her and she turned her face away again. At this, he reached for her and tilted her chin up, making her look him in the eye.

"What are you doing up at this hour?" she asked, not wanting to address the real issue she had with him which was the fact that he was standing in front of her completely freaking naked.

He smirked at her, still holding her chin between his forefinger and thumb, and leaned closer to her. "I could ask you the same question," he whispered darkly, trailing his thumb up and over her bottom lip.

That's when she took a step back, smacking his hand away in the process. "What is wrong with you?" she asked incredulously. He simply continued to grin at her. This wasn't Kid, not the Kid she knew anyway.

"Could you at least put some clothes on?!" she asked, horrified.

Kid chuckled lowly. "Why?" He stepped towards her. She stepped back. He stepped towards her again. She stepped back and felt her back against the hard wood of the door. Abruptly, the palms of his hands smacked against the door. Liz flinched at the sound. He rested his hands on either side of her head, trapping her between his arms. "I'm not embarrassed," he purred in her ear.

Liz felt heat rush to her face and she looked away again as Kid laughed, his hot breath falling against her neck. "What's wrong, Elizabeth?" he asked her in that sultry voice. One of his hands, still damp from water and steam, moved from the door to her hip and completely disregarding the fabric of her shirt, slid up and under, over the soft expanse of the skin of her side.

She immediately shoved his hand away and pushed against his chest to no avail. "Back off, Kid! What is your issue?!" He took her hands from his chest suddenly and pinned them harshly above her head against the door, causing her to yelp in pain.

His eyes narrowed as he leaned close to her and her wrists squirmed in his hold, attempting to break free. "'My issue'? 'What's my issue'?" he echoed her through his teeth, in a growly tone. "I don't have an issue, Liz," he snapped.

Liz debated lashing out, maybe smacking her forehead into his nose or driving her knee between his legs, but then she reminded herself: This isn't him. It's not his fault.

"Kid, why don't we just go back to bed and we can talk about this?" she suggested in a soft, nurturing tone.

He tossed his head back and laughed. "You want me to take you to bed?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Suddenly, she was unsure of her answer. Not with that look in his eyes, she didn't.

She opened her mouth to speak but he cut her off. "That's all I can think about right now," he admitted. "I want to throw you over my shoulder, take you to bed, throw you down and-" he cut himself short, shaking his head. He drew in a ragged breath and exhaled slowly, his grip on her wrists still achingly tight.

Liz stood in silence, watching as his head dropped in shame. "I don't know what's happening to me, Liz," he whispered. His voice was so soft and broken that she barely heard it. This time, when she twisted her wrists, his hands slid away back to the wood of the door. She let her hands fall to his shoulders and then wrap around his neck, sliding her fingers through his hair and holding his head close to her chest, tucked under her chin. His hands clenched into fists against the door and he leaned into her, trembling. "What's wrong with me…?"

She stroked his hair gently, nuzzling the top of his head. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing," she whispered in response. Please don't make me a liar, she begged the universe. She closed her eyes as she buried her face in his hair, trying not to let her tears fall.

What felt like forever passed before Kid lifted his head. He ran a hand through his wet hair, slicking it back and away from his face, disrupting the straightness of the white stripes in his hair. He forced a smile. "I'm okay now," he said, his voice betraying his fake confidence in himself.

Liz stared at him, the dampness on his body, the shine on his face from the water, his slicked back hair, the confusion and worry in those beautiful golden eyes…

Her hands slid from his neck to his jaw and pulled his face closer, leaning in to press her lips softly against his.

His eyes went wide, he inhaled sharply through his nose and as he pulled away, he grabbed her wrists again, but more gently this time, and held them between their bodies. He looked at her sternly. "Liz, what are you doing?" he asked seriously.

She looked up at him, thoroughly embarrassed. She snatched her hands away and he let her this time. "I-I…" she stuttered, unsure of her answer. What was she doing exactly? Was she really so not in control of her hormones that she would take advantage of Kid like that? She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear nervously. "I'm sorry," she said finally. She turned quickly and reached for the doorknob, but Kid put his hand on the door, stopping her from opening it.

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Kid, I said I was sorry. I just, I think I should go back to bed. In my own room," she said earnestly.

He met her eyes. "Why?" he asked quietly.

She shrugged her shoulders and sputtered a response. "I just, I just think that - I just think I should, okay?"

He didn't hesitate. "But what if I need you?"

"Then yell and I'll come running," she promised.

There was a beat before he spoke again. "What if I need you now?"

Silence.

One hand still on the door, he reached up to stroke her cheek with his thumb. She closed her eyes at his soft touch. "You don't mean that," she whispered.

"What if I do?" he responded. His voice sounded very close and before she could answer him, she felt his lips against hers, hesitant and gentle.

For a moment, she was still and unresponsive, a million thoughts running through her mind. But when he captured her bottom lip with his teeth and tugged…all her thoughts disappeared.

A soft sound escaped her lips as she finally reciprocated his kiss and he sighed gratefully into her mouth. His fingers slid from her cheek into her hair and then reached up to pull away the hair tie that held up her caramel locks. He slid the band over his wrist and then slid his fingers through her soft hair.

Liz's own hands slid over his shoulders to wrap around his neck, the fingernails of one hand teasing the hair at the base of his neck.

As the moments wore on, his kisses went from gentle to needy very quickly. His tongue prodded at her lips, begging for entrance which she granted without hesitation. He ravished her mouth, making her moan softly and she pressed herself closer to him, ignoring that fact that he was still slightly wet and she was still fully clothed.

She reached out for the doorknob, thinking they should go back to bed, but as the door opened ever so slightly he stepped forward, pushing her back against the door to shut it. She felt his lips curve into a smile and then he pulled back a fraction of an inch to look at her and playfully shake his head.

Keeping his eyes locked onto hers, he tugged softly at the string of her pajama pants until the bow came undone. Her fingers tightened in his hair nervously as he pushed her pants over her hips and then let them fall to the tiled floor.

His hands skimmed greedily over the newly exposed flesh as he continued to stare into her eyes and breathe harshly against her lips.

Liz gasped as his hands reached her ass, squeezing roughly and pulling her against him so she could feel him, hard and smooth, against her thigh.

Her hands slid from behind his neck, over the broad expanse of his shoulders and then down his chest, tracing the defined curve of his muscles with her fingertips, making him twitch at the ticklish sensation.

His own hands slid up from her backside to the edge of her tank top and slid it upward, baring the skin of her stomach to his cold fingers. Goosebumps danced along her flesh as he continued pulling at her shirt. She lifted her arms above her head to let him fully remove her top, exposing her large breasts.

His gaze fixated on her exposed chest and Liz couldn't help but giggle lightly. Kid had always had a weird fascination with breasts, like he would never understand them but would still appreciate them nonetheless.

At her giggle, he tore his gaze back up to her eyes and frowned lightly at her. "Are you laughing at me?" he asked, a hint of feigned hurt in his voice.

Giggling some more, Liz shook her head. "Of course not, baby," she replied coyly. Kid scrunched his nose in distaste at the pet name and Liz laughed at the sour turn of his lips.

His narrowed eyes showed that he didn't appreciate her continued laughter. To halt it, he took her hands away from his chest and pinned them roughly above her head. His knee found its way between her legs and pressed upwards. It all happened so suddenly that Liz gasped and wriggled in his grip. Now it was Kid's turn to laugh.

Without another word, he seized her lips once more, pushing his tongue past her lips and teeth to ravish every corner of her mouth. She moaned at the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated by Kid, who was oftentimes hesitant to take what he wanted.

Kid pulled away and a string of saliva connected their mouths obscenely. He licked his lips to get rid of it and then wasted no time in pressing wet, loud kisses against her throat, trailing his mouth down to her chest.

He took both of her wrists in one hand to free the other and adorned one side of her chest with sloppy kisses and the other side with the gentle touch of his hand. Her back arched away from the door to bring her closer to the pleasure of his touch and she let out a small whimper.

It seemed like an eternity that he tortured her with the delightful feeling of his tongue but soon she was writhing between his body and the door, her wrists struggling against his grip and her thighs squeezing around his which was trapped between her legs. "Kid…" she whined, attempting to pry her hands free. "Let go."

His breath tickled her as he let out a light laugh. "No way," he murmured against her skin. Her ragged breath hitched and quickened as his mouth trailed lower, his hands having to follow as they weren't long enough to keep hers trapped above her head. As he moved lower, he fell to his knees and sucked an open-mouthed kiss just below her bellybutton. She let out a breathless laugh at the ticklish feeling and threaded her fingers through his wet hair.

He looked up at her, his eyes wide with lust and then he reached for the lace of her underwear, sliding them almost painfully slowly over her hips and over her thighs, past her knees and letting them drop to the floor so she could step out of them. He took them and smirked a moment before tossing them on top of her discarded shirt.

He kissed his way up one thigh and then back down the other. Mostly for symmetry's sake. She tugged at his hair gently, a silent request for him to rise. He met her eyes and took pause, seeming to think about it before finally making a decision and starting the journey back up her body. His lips and tongue brought a trail of wet heat as he went, all the way up her body and then her neck until he had reached the top and suckled a kiss into the hollow just below her ear.

She made a soft noise of approval, her hands snaking up and over his shoulders to drip them before maneuvering from between him and the door, spinning so she could push him back against the wood instead. Breathing hotly against his ear, she whispered, "Now it's my turn," and captured his earlobe between her teeth. She could feel his rumbly laughter with her hands against his chest.

He went to reach for her hips but as soon as his fingers brushed against her soft flesh, Liz took his hand and pinned them on either side of him as she shook her head at him. "I wasn't allowed to touch you. Now you're not allowed to touch me," she stated firmly. Kid simply stared at her flatly before rolling his eyes.

Taking that as an agreement, she let go of his wrists and returned her attention to his chiseled chest. Her fingernails trailed gently from his collarbone downwards, causing him to twitch under the light, teasing sensation. Liz smirked as he tensed, her fingers trailing lightly over his upper thighs. She could see his hands clench into fists against the wood in frustration.

Leaning forward, she placed gentle, butterfly kisses all across his torso, so much cleaner and softer than his aggressive, open-mouthed suckling. Glancing up at him slyly, she moved her mouth to one side of his chest, capturing his nipple with her lips and giving it a gentle lick. His sharp intake of breath was enough to convince her to continue her ministrations and trail her fingers over the other one, rubbing it tenderly with her thumb.

She could feel his muscles tense underneath her, showing how much he was struggling with not moving. Without stopping, her free hand traveled down his arm, over his ribcage and to his thigh. Her fingertips danced lightly across the pale flesh and her hand sneaked over his inner thigh, nearly his straining erection but not coming close enough for Kid's liking. His hips moved on their own, his body desperately seeking the touch she so casually denied him.

After several more teasing touches, Kid was in shambles. His head was reeling, his fists clenching and unclenching, and needy whimpers tore their way past his tightly locked lips.

Finally, Liz pulled away with a devilish little grin. She looked up into Kid's eyes, which were burning with lust and begging her for release. Please? they asked her.

Deciding it would be nice of her to oblige, she let her lips dance down his chest, then his taut stomach, until she was kneeling in front of him.

She placed her hands on his hips and looked at his cock, which was hard and leaking, begging for her touch. He was staring down at her intently, but she ignored him as she leaned forward and gave the tip a quick lick. The way his hands hit the wood behind him and a moan tore out of his throat made Liz very pleased with herself.

She wrapped her lips around the head of his member and swirled her tongue around him. Kid couldn't stand it anymore and immediately his hands found their way into her hair, holding it away from her face. Liz chanced a glance up at him. He was panting harshly and his cheeks were flushed pink.

Her mouth rested where it was for a moment until he thrust his hips impatiently. She pushed back against them, halting his momentum and slowly began to take more of him into her mouth. A growly groan worked through Kid's teeth as his breath grew more ragged and uneven. He watched her head bob up and down his length and the sheer obscenity of it made him tighten his hold. His hips started moving again, seeking more of that perfect, wet heat and this time she went with it, wrapping a hand around his base. He moaned, long, low and smooth.

Liz hummed in response, loving the sounds she was drawing out of him. The vibrations of her humming went straight through him and he laid his head back against the door, sighing and closing his eyes in pleasure.

Several more minutes passed like this until Kid was breathing out Liz's name over and over and his hips were moving erratically, desperately seeking his peak.

Liz was sucking harder, trying to elicit more moans from the boy when suddenly, his hands pulled on her hair gently, drawing her mouth off of him and away. She opened her mouth to ask him if everything was alright, but before she could say anything, he was lifting her to her feet and then wrapping her legs around his waist.

She quickly threw her arms around his neck as he walked her towards the counter. He swiped one hand out, knocking things to the floor. The rest of the items were also scattered as Liz put her hands recklessly out behind her to steady herself. The next thing she knew, his hands were on her thighs, spreading her legs further, and then he was thrusting into her.

Liz cried out at the suddenness of it, feeling a bit of pain. She was too much of a considerate lover to ask him to stop or slow down though so she grit her teeth as he pulled out and thrust back in, hard. A gasping moan escape her lips and her fingers clenched into fists against the black countertop. He set a harsh, fast pace and after several more moments, she adjusted to it and began meeting his thrusts with her own.

His head was bowed and his brow furrowed in concentration as his fingertips dug brutally into her hips, leaving little crescent-shaped indents. With each thrust, a grunt came from past his lips.

Wanting to taste those lips again, Liz lifted one hand to run it back through his hair, pushing the rebellious strands away from his face. This caused his rhythm to falter only momentarily as he looked up into her eyes. Her hand moved to the back of his neck and she pulled him closer to her so she could press her lips against his.

His mouth became just as frantic as his hips and their kiss turned into a sloppy mess of teeth and tongues. Their breath was harsh, hot and ragged, mingling together between their mouths. One of Kid's hands trailed up from her hip to palm her breast and she arched into the touch, a wanton moan coming from her at the added stimulation.

Kid was soon thrusting erratically, frantically seeking his climax. Liz tipped her head back, her legs squeezing tighter around him, and shouted his name. His mouth quickly found the exposed skin of her neck and as she tightened around him, he followed her to his peak, his voice cracking on a moan and riding out his release with several more thrusts.

For a moment, they just stayed there, chests heaving and limbs feeling like jelly. Finally, Liz reached and tilted his head up, making him look at her. His eyes were glassy and hazy-looking as she leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

He took a step away and stretched briefly before scooping her up into his arms. She leaned her head against his chest, already feeling sleep tug at her eyelids. He laid her down in bed and pulled the covers over her before getting in beside her and snuggling up against her backside, resting an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

She mumbled something that could've been, "Gotta get clean," but he simply kissed her neck and assured her that she could get clean in the morning. He hadn't even finished speaking before she had fallen asleep.

The morning rays of the sun shone into the room and landed lightly on Liz's face, waking her from her peaceful sleep. She recalled having a rather interesting dream involving Kid… She blinked open her eyes blearily and looked around. Startled by her location, she sat up quickly and quickly realized that it had been no dream, but instead a reality.

Gaping in horror, she took note of her nudity and thought to herself, Did I really sleep naked next to him? She looked at the bed beside her and found Kid absent and in his place, there was a note.

Good morning Elizabeth,

I'm downstairs making breakfast. Please, have a shower and come down when you're ready. I left something in the bathroom for you to wear. Take your time; I'm a patient man.

Yours,

Death the Kid

Liz stared at the piece of paper in her head and then set it down to rub her eyes tiredly. What had she gotten herself into? With a groan, she stood and headed to the adjacent bathroom. There was another piece of paper there, on top of a folded towel and a pile of clothes.

This one simply read, Liz, in Kid's elegant handwriting. Sighing, she moved the paper, hung the towel beside the shower and turned on the water. Once she deemed it hot enough, she stepped inside.

Several minutes later she came out of the shower and towel dried herself for several minutes before wrapping her soaking wet hair up in the towel. She reached for the pile of clothes he left her and rolled her eyes, shaking her head. That pervert.

As Liz headed down the stairs, she could smell eggs, bacon and pancakes. Oh, for the love of Death, is he trying to make me fat? she thought. From the staircase, she could see Kid bent over the stove in conversation, his chest still bare. Jeez, he better not be naked, Liz thought as she watched him.

Feeling her eyes on him, he looked up and immediately smiled when he saw that she had actually put on what he had left for her: one of his white dress shirts and a pair of his black boxers. He was still snickering by the time she reached the opposite side of the counter.

"What are you laughing at?" she demanded, leaning against the countertop on her elbows.

He shrugged and shook his head, looking back down at the pancake he was flipping. "Nothing," he said, obviously amused for some reason. She tried to reach across the counter to gently smack him upside the head, but it was too far a reach and he easily dodged it with ample time. "I guess I'm just happy to see you," he said.

"I knew it!" she shouted, pointing at him. "You pervert; you just wanted to see me in your clothes!" she accused. "Not very many of them, by the way," she added, gesturing to her not-fully-buttoned shirt and the silk boxers that covered only most of her thighs.

He simply chuckled some more and then motioned for her to sit at the counter. He filled her plate up with food; she had come down at the perfect time. He set a plate next to her for himself and then poured her some orange juice. "By all means, eat. Don't wait for me," he said.

Smiling, Liz dug into her breakfast, just realizing exactly how hungry she was. Kid raised an eyebrow at her. "Someone worked up an appetite," he teased. She tried to tell him to shut up but her mouth was full so it came out muffled and very unladylike. He didn't mind.

He walked around the counter and before he sat down, he leaned over the back of her chair and placed a kiss on her cheek as she was chewing. He draped one arm around her shoulders and whispered in her ear. "This is my way of saying thank you. I don't know how you did it, but you pulled me out of whatever I was lost in last night. If not for you, I would've lost to the madness on the very first day. I'm glad I have you to help me fight it. And I know it probably wasn't easy for you. So thank you, Elizabeth. From the bottom of my heart."

She turned to look at him, setting down her fork and swallowing her mouthful of food quickly. Reaching up, she rested her hand against his cheek, stroking his cheek with her thumb. "Don't thank me, Kid. I will always been here to help you fight. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. I mean it," she responded.

A genuine smile broke out across his face and Liz could see the relief and gratitude in his eyes. With her own smile on her lips, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against his softly.