"Soul, I don't wanna go!" Maka yelled as she was getting dragged off of their comfortable, maroon couch

"Maka, I've heard you singing in the shower and you're really good! Karaoke Night at Chupa Cabra's will be a breeze for you!" Soul responded, desperately trying to get her out of the house. Maka really did not want to go anywhere tonight. You see this was the night that she was going to think about Soul doing unholy things with her and pleasure herself to such thoughts for she has the biggest fucking crush on her partner like DAYUM. Then an idea hit this trifling hoe in the face. This is how she was going to get Soul in her panties (A/N: and in a few other holes- I mean "places"…yeah… "places"…) Maka got up on her own two feet.

"Ok, I'll go."

"Really?!" Soul exclaimed surprised yet happy. He was trying to ask her out at Karaoke Night all week for he had the biggest fucking crush on his partner like DAYUM. Now he was steady dragging her out of the house He planned to make them an object by showing her that he could play the vocals as well as the piano (in her pussy). Then Soul felt his heart sink as Maka uttered the words,

"But on one condition."

His fuckin' retarded ass did not know that this was probably going to get him laid.

Probably.

Soul swallowed his sadness and replied,

"And that condition is?"

Maka let the Lust take over her soul and pulled herself close to him by grabbing his collar and she stated her terms.

"You are mine tonight. Mine. TONIGHT. Do you understand Soul Eater Evans?" Soul gulped and shakily replied, "Ok." Soul was surprised at his miester's lust for him. Even if it ended up being a one night stand (WITH HIS ROOMMATE THAT HE YOU KNOW LIVES WITH AND WILL SEE EVERYDAY AND NIGHT THUS MAKING THIS A MULTIPLE NIGHT STAND). Anyways, he was excited for later tonight and it was showing the bulge growing in his sweatpants. SWEATPANTS. Soul was trying to hide his boner but to no avail when Maka grabbed him by his dick and kissed him passionately. Soul stood there surprised and JESUS CHRIST HE WAS RED and just as he was starting to get into the kiss, she pulled away and whispered on his lips "Mine." Maka let go of the slight death grip she had on his nuts to go and change into something for the night on the town. Soul stood there in the ecstasy of what just happened. Lust does some crazy shit.

For the night, Maka picked out a black tube top that had two rows of silver studs down her torso and back that made her curves really POP. She also found some purple skinny jeans and ha pair of black and white swirl knee high boots with cute angel wing decals that fanned out on the top. She took down her pigtails and brushed her bangs to swoop to the side, put on some mascara and pink lip gloss. Maka was a very pretty girl without makeup and didn't require much to look like an absolutely flawless bitch. She did a quick runway in front of her mirror, grabbed her purse, and walked out her bedroom door. She looked across the living room to see Soul all dressed up and ready to go. He was wearing some black high tops, blue skinny jeans (to hide any boners he might get over Maka through the night), a black V-neck with some intricate designs on it, a white/gray/red short sleeve button up that remained unbuttoned, and a signature black headband. They looked directly at each other, stared, and turned red (like the white people that they are).

"You look good." Maka said. What she really wanted to say was "God you look so fuckable right now." Or "Take me right here." But she didn't.

"You look stunning." Soul managed to shake out. What he really wanted to say was "Those clothes would look so much better on the floor" or "We're fucking. Right here, right now." But he didn't.

Resisting the urges to rip each other's clothes off right there, they grabbed each other's hand went out the door for their night on the town.