"What the hell is your problem Maka? You PMSing or something?"

"No, Soul. I'm not PMSing, just tense."

"Geez, you need a fucking massage or something."

She glanced at him with a single eye. "What? You offering?"

He looked up from the magazine he was reading. "Sure, if it stops your bitching."

"You're such an asshole."

"Says the person walking around with a scowl that scared everyone away."

"You know that's not true."

He sighed with a little too much effort and tossed the magazine aside, "Whatever. Just go lay on my bed or something. It's comfy, right?"

"I...guess..."

"Good. Now go, or else I'll pick you up and throw you over my shoulder."

The petite blonde rolled her eyes and trudged through his open door, flopping unceremoniously on the black satin sheets. Soul walked in and closed the door behind him, he didn't want that stupid cat coming home and getting the wrong idea about his Meister laying face down on his bed. Not that he hated that idea; his Meister has invaded his thoughts numerous times over the course of their living together. Granted, most of those thoughts led to nosebleeds.

Cracking his knuckles, he sat next to his wielder and prodded experimentally at her shoulder.

"Ow! Soul, that hurt!"

"Holy shit! It's like poking a piece of wood!"

"That last fight kind of messed me up a bit..."

"Kind of? You're as hard as a fucking rock! No wonder you're in such a pissy mood."

The glare she shot him was blocked by the crumpled up sheet rising next to her nose. "I thought you were supposed to be helping me, not making fun of me."

"Sorry. I'll start at your shoulders, is that alright?"

"Yeah."

Red eyes glanced at his target, slowly bringing his hands up to the base of her neck. Pushing down slightly, he could feel her wince. "You alright?"

"I'm fine."

Shrugging, he pushed down once again and began shifting the pressure in a rhythmic pattern, switching from palm to knuckles at various intervals.

Maka could feel her muscles unwind and become looser. Sighing inwardly, she thought, "Wow... He's being so gentle... I never knew Soul could be this gentle." She paused, a smile tugging at her lips, "His hands feel amazing!"

Soul began to move his hands lower, nearing her hips and chuckling at his thoughts. "What a dumbass. She could've just asked for a massage, I would've gladly given her one. Especially if she was this tense."

"What's so funny, Soul?"

The question was muffled by his sheets and he laughed even harder, "You, dumbass. You

could've just asked for a massage. You're my Meister, I know how hard the battles must be on you."

"Like I would ask for such an embarrassing- aah..."

Soul paused.

"The... fuck? Did... Did she just moan?! No, nonononono. My titless, nerdy, bookworm Meister did not just do something incredibly sexy. Not cool. This is not good for my self control."

His Adams apple rose and fell as he swallowed hard. "...M-Maka? You, uh, you okay?"

She buried her crimson face deeper into the sheet. "I'm fine, stop asking that. Also, who said to stop?"

"S-Sorry."

Silver hair fluffed around as he shook his head to clear it. Taking a deep breath, his hands continued the journey across his Meister's back. Kneading here, prodding there, applying pressure over there. Hands danced across her spine, eliciting a few more subtle moans from the Meister.

"God his hands are divine... No wonder he's such an amazing pianist. His fingers are so nimble- No! No, Maka! Derail that train right now! This is not a dream, you can't have thoughts like this when he's actually touching you. This could end very badly... Or it could work to my advantage...No! Don't have the mind of some sex-crazed idiot... You're almost 20 for God's sake..."

She mentally slapped herself. "Okay, let's not think about his dexterity. Think about something else, uh, Stein giving that special assignment, Black*Star falling over in basketball, Soul grinning at him, Soul... Soul is running his hand down my spine." She shivered. "Too bad that damn bra clasp is stabbing me whenever he does it..."

"Hey..."

A deeper voice replied. "What?"

She lifted her face up from the sheets, her hands snaking around her back and venturing up her shirt. "Hang on a second..."

He watched her fumble around with something, then heard a faint click.

"M-Maka, why did you do that?"

"Because the clasp was stabbing me whenever you did that." She shifted her eyes to the sheets,

"Can... Can you do it again?"

"Y-Yeah."

He started his routine again, putting a little more force into it.

She could feel herself losing it. Slowly, but surely. Taking preemptive action, her teeth clamped around her lip to stifle the moan she emitted.

It wasn't stifled enough. He still heard it.

"You-"

"Yes, Soul. I'm fine. You don't need to ask that again!"

"Not what I was going to say, tiny tits."

"Then what was it?"

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, shifting his weight around in the process. "I was going to say: you need to stop doing that."

"Eh?" She questioned as she sat up.

"I'm a guy, Maka. That's gonna bother me a bit."

"What is?"

A blush tinged his cheeks. "The... The moaning, Maka."

Her face flushed crimson. "I-I'm sorry... It's just..." She tilted her head down and stared at the hand in his lap, "Yourhandsfeelreallygood."

"What?"

Frustrated, she raised her voice. "I said, your hands feel really good!"

A grin spread across his face. "I'm sure I can make it better."

"Pervert."

"Hey, I wasn't the one moaning. That was alllll you. What were you thinkin' about, huh?

Black*Star? Kid? Blair?"

She shoved him lightly. "No, jerk."

"I'm gonna call bullshit on that if you don't tell me~"

She shoved him harder, effectively toppling them both over in a heap of limbs. Struggling for a few moments, she attained victory by sitting on his stomach. She was a fighting specialist after all.

"I wasn't thinking about any of them, jerk." Averting her eyes she continued, crimson coloring her cheeks. "I... It..."

"Shaddap."

Olive orbs locked with red ones, "W-What?"

"I said, shaddap."

She continued to stare at him, puzzled. "Why should I shut up?"

"I know it was me, washboard."

"Wh...Wha?"

He grinned, his chest heaving with booming laughter. "So, what exactly were you thinking, eh? Something about my hands?"

He paused to take in the slight flinch she tried to hide. Bullseye.

"So, what was it? The moaning couldn't have been from the massage alone, plus, I'm sure I heard my name in there somewhere."

"You did not!"

"Please Maka, it's been years. I can read you. I know how much of a closet pervert my little Meister is."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

He flashed his pointy teeth, "These walls are thin Maka, I hear things. Moans that you think are quiet enough..."

Her face resembled a tomato. "I...I'm a girl, Soul. I have... urges too..."

"So, I guess what I heard a few nights ago was an 'urge'?"

The tomato got darker. "Wha-What are you talking about?"

"Tell me Maka... What was it?"

"Wha..."

"My fingers? My lips? Tongue?" He paused, laughing at the twitch as he ran his tongue over his

teeth. "Or, was it my long, hard-"

"S-St-Stop!"

He raised a brow at the girl on top of him. "Well? It was a question."

She blushed furiously, avoiding all eye contact with him. "I...It-"

Before she could finish the word, he snaked a single arm around her neck, drawing her face towards his and overlapping her lips with his own.

He grinned. "A flustered Maka is way more sexy than a normal Maka."

She blushed. "You're a pianist, so I have a valid reason..."

A devious smirk flashed across his features. The hand that was limp at his side found its way to her thigh, slowly traveling up it.

She crashed her lips onto his as his hand ghosted towards her inner thigh. Parting her lips for a split second to allow a moan to escape, her mouth was invaded by his darting tongue, hers soon joining the battle for dominance.

Breaking apart and panting, she looked at him with pleading eyes. "Soul..."

"I know what you want."

He slid his hands underneath her butt and lifted, effectively switching their positions before he placed his hand on her thigh again. Sliding his hand upwards and under her skirt, his fingers brushed against their goal: panties.

His fingers trailed along the fringe of the cloth before coming into contact with a damp portion,

"Maka... I didn't know it was this bad..."

She hushed him and pulled him down for another bout of tongues. He took this opportunity to gently push a knuckle into the dampness, earning him a throaty moan from his partner.

Grinning against her lips, he pressed his knuckle in again. "You're such a tease, Maka. Making noises like this..."

"No, you're just a sadist..."

"I guess that makes you a masochist."

She flashed her eyes open and glared. "I do not enjoy getting hurt, Soul."

"Really?"

He nipped at her collarbone with his front teeth, eliciting another moan from the blonde. "You seemed to enjoy that."

"I know you won't really hurt me." She leaned forward, forcing him to sit up. "And you, it seems you might be a masochist, too. I know you must be... hard."

He glanced down at his lap. "Yeah, I'm bothered." He flashed a quick grin, "You still admitted you're a masochist."

"Hey, it's not like getting bit is a bad thing... As long as it's you." She pushed him onto his back and lightly latched her teeth onto his neck, only adding a little pressure.

Crimson eyes squinched shut, and his throat emitted a growl. "You shouldn't do that Maka. Not unless you want me to lose my cool."

"When were you ever cool around me, closet dork."

"You're playing this game, huh closet perv?"

"Tch. Wanna fight about it?"

He grabbed her waist and rolled them over, quickly placing his legs so he was straddling her. "I'll win."

"You wish."

He pinned her arms above her head with a single hand, using the other to trace an invisible line from her chin to her hips. "That's my feisty Meister."

She grinned up at him. "I blame the years of living with you... Your attitude rubbed off on me. You afraid you can't handle me?"

"As if. I've dreamed of this moment, shorty."

"Hey, I'm not that much shorter."

"Whatever."

The hand resting on her hip slowly hovered to the zipper of her skirt.

"Did you forget that my bra is already unclasped?"

He smirked. "Why? Want me to touch 'em? I'll rub them to make them bigger."

"You don't want them bigger, I've figured out your tastes."

"Not cool, but I'll let it slide." He eyed up and down at her still pinned position, her pigtails long gone. "Fuck, you look goddamn sexy all disheveled like this."

"What are you waiting for then?"

"Don't tempt me... You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of banging the hell out of you... But cool guys don't do that."

She locked eyes with him, "Soul, please... I don't know how much longer I can take this... I want you..."

"Fuck, Maka. Don't say it like that..."

She squirmed underneath him, "I want you to touch me, I want your lips on mine, I want to feel your skin on mi-"

He cut her off with an unchained kiss. Surprised by the ferocity at first, she then matched it with her own. His free hand made its way under her shirt, cupping a single breast in his hand and squeezing lightly.

"You know Maka... They just barely fit in my hand..."

"Bite me."

He flashed his jagged teeth again. "With pleasure."

Her eyes flashed open, "Wait, I was only- ah!"

His mouth locked around the hollow of her neck, cutting off any further words.

"You...asshole... I was trying to- ahh! Stop distr-ah-cting meee!"

"Don't tell me you don't like it... I guarantee your panties are soaked."

She huffed and averted her eyes, blush further tinting her already flushed cheeks. "So what if they are, what are you gonna do?"

He released her arms and tugged her shirt and bra over her head, "Strip you, obviously."

She stared at him, unsure of what he was planning as his red pools drank in her now naked top. As if deciding his next move, he leaned forward and planted a kiss on her lips, moving his hands up to cup each breast. He left her lips and began tracing the crook of her neck with his tongue before moving to work on each mound of flesh.

"Ah! S-Soul!"

He grinned, "Come on, Maka. We're not even near the main course yet."

"M-Main course? Is that all you think about? Sex and eating?"

"Maybe."

He gripped the hem of her skirt and tugged, grinning further as it slipped off of her hips with ease, her underwear joining the pile soon after. Licking his lips, he locked eyes with her. "N-No... You aren't..."

Grabbing a leg with each hand and lifting it over his shoulders, he flashed a smirk. "Oh, but I am. Didn't you say all I thought about was sex and eating? Well here's the best of both worlds. Plus," He sucked up a line of drool, "I've always wanted to taste Maka."

She blushed and tried to squirm away, "Y... You can't... It's dirty..."

He growled. "Maka. Relax... I'm not gonna hurt you, unless you ask me to... Plus, I saw you get out of the bath after basketball."

"That doesn't mea-m-m-haaa..."

Her eyes rolled back as his tongue lapped at her entrance, all formulation of words failing.

Her hands found their way into his hair, pulling his head closer to her heat, "F-Fuck, S-Soul... I... Haaah..."

He pushed his long tongue further in, quickly pulling it back out, smirking as she bucked against him.

"Fuc-Fu-Haaaa!"

He repeated the process a few more times before removing his mouth and claiming hers in a heated frenzy, sliding a finger in as a replacement for his tongue.

Her eyes rolled again as she tasted herself in the battle between their tongues.

They broke apart, panting. "Maka... You said 'fuck'. You rarely say that."

"Haah, you're a horrible influence on me, that's why."

The fingers moving inside her soon had a thumb prodding the sensitive nub. She grinded back against it in pleasure, "Keep... K-Keep doing that... I'm gonna... Aaaahnn!"

Her words cut off by the scream escaping her lips.

He laughed and smirked as he hovered over her, removing his fingers. "That was so fucking hot..."

She shoved him off to the side and tugged at his shirt. Pulling the article of clothing up over his head, his previously blocked vision was met with a full eye of naked, panting Maka. "I take that back, this is fucking hot!"

"Soul..." She cooed in his ear, running a hand across the scar marking his chest. "My wonderful Soul..."

"Maka..."

She claimed his lips with hers, taking the time to bite his bottom lip before going back to tongue wrestling. While he was distracted, she fumbled with his belt. When it refused to come unclasped she growled into his mouth, tugging at the offensive strap of leather. He tried to push her hands away, she brushed them aside and continued to work, growling once again in satisfaction as the buckle finally came undone.

"You. Are. So. Fucking. Sexy. Maka Albarn."

She tossed his pants off to the side and crawled over him, planting herself in his lap and claiming his mouth again. She placed a hand on his chest, gently forcing him with one hand to lean against his headboard, the other hand rubbed the bulge in his shorts.

"Fuuuuck... Makaaa..."

She broke the kiss, her lips and tongue moving to dance along his chest. She traced the scar with special care, before coming to a stop at the end by his hip. She glanced up apprehensively, "Soul?"

Nodding, he guided her hands to the elastic waistband. He held himself up with his hands while she tugged at the burgandy colored material, watching her gasp in surprise. "You don't have to do this Maka..."

Tossing the boxers aside, she stared at the hardened appendage before her. "It's just... I've never seen one up close before..." She flicked her eyes to his, "Umm... It's... Big..."

Soul smiled, "Maka... You really don't have to."

She lowered her eyes. "But Soul... I... I want you to feel good too..."

His eyes softened, grabbing her arms and pulling her into a tight hug. "Maka..."

She placed a chaste kiss on his lips, her hands moving down his sides to rest on the outside of his thighs. Small hands traced the muscles in, grasping the thick one between his legs.

"Ha-ah!"

She slid her hands up and down the his shaft. Slowly at first, picking up the pace as she listened to his gasps of pleasure. Growing bolder, she kissed him one final time, stopping the movement of her hands. Slowly trailing her tongue down his chest, she threw in a couple kisses here and there.

"You seriously aren't going to-"

She placed a finger to his lips, silencing him. Taking the same finger, she lightly scrawled a line down his body, stopping at his belly button. Sliding back a few inches, she began to bend closer to the pulsing little soldier, her hot breath cascading against it.

He shivered as she ran her tongue along the shaft. "Holy fuck..."

Grinning at the fact that she elicited that type of response from her weapon, she waited until he opened his eyes again, quickly locking them with his. Still staring him straight in the eyes, she grabbed the base and slowly wrapped her mouth around his head.

His eyes rolled. "F-Fuck! Maka!"

She took more of him in, humming in excitement at the string of profanities he spewed as she bobbed up and down.

"Gah!" A hand dug its way into her hair, helping her head bob as he slowly rocked his hips up.

The other hand grasped her arm, tensing as each wave hit him.

Stopping every once and a while to flick his tip with her tongue, or to lick his entire length again, she watched his breathing grow haggard and rough.

He growled as the precipice inched closer, "S-Stop! M-Maka... I... I'm going to..."

He pushed her back, panting. "I- I didn't want to surprise you... by cumming... in your mouth..."

"I did good then?"

He smiled and pulled her into a deep kiss. "You did fucking amazing... Now let me finish, and I'll get you going again."

She shook her head. "I want to be the one to make you feel good, Soul."

"Alright then, just... Just use your hands for now okay? You can always use your mouth later."

She grasped his length again, pumping hard and watching his entire body quiver. Groaning loudly, his body convulsed one final time and a hot liquid coated her fingers. Staring at the semi-flaccid member, she flicked her attention to her hand and experimentally licked. "It... It tastes salty..."

Sighing, she flopped next to him and kissed the nape of his neck.

"I hope you don't think this is it."

"Eh?"

"There's still the main event."

"It's no longer the 'main course'?"

He trailed a hand across her stomach and down her thigh, poking at her folds again.

He suckled her neck, nibbling here and there. "Nope, I told you. My mind only likes sex and food, and I already had a taste of you."

She shuddered at his husky tone, gasping as one of his fingers found one of her sweet spots.

"You're such a tease!"

"You can't blame me for liking the look on your face." He leaned over her, plucking a small square package from his nightstand.

She looked up as he removed his fingers, her face and ragged breath showing her desire. "Why... stop...?"

He positioned himself at her entrance, whispering huskily in her ear. "So I could get ready for the main event." She groaned at the contact as he continued, "Are you sure?"

"Please..."