Maka held his face in her hand and frowned, pouting a little. Soul wasn't sure what to do, or what he'd even done wrong. She pulled his face in close to hers and broke into a smile.

"I like it when you don't talk," she said sweetly.

He grimaced and pulled free from her grip. "Yeah, whatever."

Still he blushed and was surprised when Maka took his hand and held it to her chest, over her heart. It was beating fast. She closed the distance between them, resting her head against his shoulder, cradled in the nape of his neck.

"I like it when it's quiet," she murmured.

Soul nuzzled his nose against Maka's ear. He breathed in her smell and slowly exhaled. Though he probably wouldn't admit it, he liked the quiet moments too. He kissed her softly just below her hairline.

"I think it's pretty cool, how you think you're the boss of me sometimes," he said.

"Yeah?" Maka blushed. "That's weird."

"That I think it's cool?" His hands grabbed her hips and nudged her closer to him. Their chests pressed together.

"No. That you only think I'm the boss of you sometimes." Maka pressed her lips against the corner of Soul's mouth. She kissed him again softly on the lips.

"Oh so you're the boss, huh?" Soul grinned as he lifted her up off the couch and onto his lap. She sat with her knees on either side of his waist and let out a small giggle.

"Does that bother you, Evans?" Maka tried for an authoritative tone.

Soul hiked up her skirt teasingly, his fingers playing at her underwear. Maka bit back a small gasp, feeling herself warm up inside. Leaning into him, she kissed him more roughly this time. She slid her tongue sinuously into his mouth and enjoyed the feel of his smile against her lips.

His thumb tugged at the hem of her panties, working his fingers forward. Maka chewed on her lower lip, cheeks flushing as their noses brushed. Soul's left hand slid down across her vulva smoothly, tickling over her clit. She sighed, her heart pounding, and lifted herself slightly. He placed his other hand on her back and coaxed her forward.

"Soul…" she muttered, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Mhm?" He ran his thumb over her sensitive folds, pushing his pointer inside her and rubbing her gently at first.

"You can be the boss." She started rocking her hips against his hand, her legs trembling as she tried to keep herself propped up. "Just this once."

"Sure thing." He worked with the thrust and pull of her pelvis, toying with her clit, thumbing and palming it. Her warm cum wet his fingers and her muffled moans filled his ears. Maka grabbed at Soul's shoulder blades, pulling herself forward onto his fingers.

Her soft grunts almost matched up in timing with her wanton rocking. Soul almost starting laughing but bit it back. She hated it when he laughed in the middle of things. She tightened around his fingers with each frustratingly gentle flick of her clit. He kissed her neck as she rested her cheek against his. It was hot.

Maka's thrusts sped up against Soul's hand, surprising him. She was getting close to climax. He grinned and pulled out. She scoffed irritably before he slid his hand slowly across her vagina before pushing two fingers back inside her. The heel of his hand massaged against her clit and Maka arched her back, head tilting back.

"Good?" Soul teased.

She came onto his hand and, a little breathless, lay against him. After a moment she leaned back and kissed him on the lips.

"Not bad," she murmured between pecks. "I guess you can be the boss sometimes."