In Little Sister, I asked if you all wanted a 'deleted scenes' story that included the sexy stuff. Then I realized that you did. So here you go: their first time. I'd suggest reading Little Sister in order to get the context for certain situations.

Spot on timeline: shortly after their New York trip; November, before Kristen's birthday.

For the first time since they'd become a couple, Soul and Maka were alone in the apartment. Blair was at work, Kristen was at the Gallows, and anybody else who could've interrupted them was out on a mission. Currently, the loving couple was curled up on the couch, watching a movie. Maka shifted against Soul, letting out a contented sigh.

"I love this," she murmured.

"I know what you mean," Soul replied. "But, you know, we did this kind of stuff before we were a couple."

"Minus the open cuddling."

"Don't forget the making-out."

"I don't." She tilted her head upwards and he met her lips halfway. They'd done it so many times in the past month that it was a reflex by now. It would go from kissing to making out to groping, but stop there because they were either interrupted or not quite ready to go that far yet.

At least, that's how it normally went.

Tonight was not normal.

Soul flipped them over so Maka was underneath him. Although she took charge while they were fighting, he was in charge when it came to romance, given her utter lack of knowledge on the subject. As if to prove it, he licked her bottom lip and slid his tongue into her mouth. She brought hers to meet it and they battled for dominance. Soul's hands travelled down her body and up her shirt, coming to rest on her breasts. He squeezed one gently, experimentally, and was met with her gasp followed by a moan. A smirk came on his face as he pulled away from her. She whined at that, but he began attacking her neck, nibbling and biting down hard where he knew she liked it.

"S-Soul!" she panted.

"I know you love this," he growled, biting her earlobe. "And I think we're both sick of waiting."

She pulled away from him and stared with half-lidded eyes, a smile on her face.

"In that case, take me to bed?"

She let out a squeak as he picked her up bridal-style and carried her into their room. He set her down on the bed and began kissing her again, her eager lips moving against his as they battled for dominance once again. Soul won and gripped her ass tightly as she grinded against him, whispering his name.

Shit… he couldn't think straight. He transformed his hand and sliced her shirt open, leaving her naked torso exposed. She hadn't been wearing a bra since he'd complained they 'got in the way'. She wriggled out of the scraps of fabric that had once been her top and self-consciously covered her breasts.

"Maka…" he growled in warning. She blushed.

"Th-they're small…"

"They're perfect. Now, move so I can show you how perfect they are."

She uncovered her chest and he gently squeezed. Her moans spurred him on and he took one of her nipples into his mouth. He'd known for a while that Maka's tits were an especially sensitive area, along with her earlobes, her shoulders, and her neck. As if to prove that, Maka dug her nails into his back, leaving deep indents. He didn't care.

"See, Maka? You are sexy. You're perfect."

Maka looked at him with a devious grin. He knew that look. It meant she was about to—

She managed to flip their positions so that she was straddling him and he was getting a great view of her tits. Maka leaned forward and touched her tongue to his scar, starting at the shoulder. As she trailed down towards his hip, he grunted in approval and encouragement. She slid her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, prepared to slide them off his hips, but he grabbed her wrists.

"Oh, no, you don't, sweetheart. Ladies first."

She nodded wordlessly and laid down on the bed. He hovered over her lower half and took the waistband of her panties in his teeth, pulling them down her legs and tossing them into a corner of the room. He wasted no time in putting his fingers inside her, his years of piano-playing making him quite skilled in playing her. The noises she made were even more musical to his trained ear.

That was before he attacked her entrance with his tongue.

She screamed even louder than before, sobbing his name as she came in his mouth. He licked her juices up as they flowed out of her, feeling ready to take her.

"Okay, babe. Let's go."

Maka nodded stiffly and pulled off his boxers, his dick springing free as she tossed them to the floor. He positioned himself at her dripping entrance.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes," she breathed.

"I love you, babe."

He plunged between her soaked folds and broke through her hymen. She whimpered in discomfort, but he waited until she gave him the okay before he began thrusting in and out of her, increasing his pace as she sobbed for more. She came first, and he followed shortly after, spilling inside of her. They laid side-by-side, panting.

"That… was amazing!" she gasped.

"You were amazing," he replied with a smirk.

"Still, it's not fair that you didn't get anything out of it."

"Baby, I got to see you orgasm twice and was inside of you. That's plenty fair."

"Good thing I'm on birth control."

He kissed her gently before lying back down and pulling her into his chest. They were both exhausted from their activities and soon fell asleep.

And that's chapter one. Unlike the main story of Little Sister, this won't go in chronological order and will be more of a series of one-shots that I come up with or that you come up with. Leave suggestions in the comments! I will take suggestions for SoMa and KiKris.

So long and thanks for all the fish!