If he calls that motorcycle "baby" one more time, I might lose it.
Maka seethed as Soul was pouring his heart into doing the one thing she could never get him to do around the house: clean. The guy was waxing, shining, hell, even singing to that, that…monstrosity he called baby!
She was sure he did it on purpose to. He knew Sundays were Cleaning Day and of course, on the one day of the week where they delegated chores, he just alwaysfound something else to do.
She sighed, stopped staring out the window and kept mopping. Maka couldn't really blame him. It's not like chores were fun, and he really did love his bike. She just wished he would pay as much attention to her, as he did with that…thing!
I'm going crazy. I'm jealous of his bike now! But when she stopped mopping and paid more attention to Soul (for the 87th time), she couldn't help but feel something. It really wasn't fair how he had filled out over the years, and she still had seemed to stay her girlish figure. His thumb was just circling around a small part of his tire now, and she couldn't stop picture what it would feel like to have him circle her clit like that. Ugh, and his smile, she wondered what that would be like, to see that under her, to know she'd brought out in him and…
She must have let out a moan because Soul looked over at Maka and she turned bright red. She could not, would not, think about her partner in such a sexual way! Not when he was less than a foot away and the windows were wide open and she was moaning! Who moans while mopping?
But then again, maybe she should do something about this. It's been over a year since this weird tension has built up between them, and it's not like she hasn't thought about his lips on hers before, and yea okay, she may have thought of him while masturbating from time to time (ah, the things she dreamed his pianist fingers would do to her!), and just thinking about it now was getting her kind of her horny. Damn hormones.
Soul was looking at Maka now and couldn't stop. She had to wear her damn short shorts, the ones he loved so much, and then she moaned out of nowhere and damn it all if he wasn't a little turned on with how flustered she looked right now. God, he could just imagine his fingers creeping up her shorts and smiling at her from between her legs, making her moan for a good reason this time and okay, he had to stop right now.
It's not like he's masturbated to the thought of sexually pleasing his meister (okay, maybe once or twice), and he sure as hell didn't find her sexy as fuck, with her long legs and those green eyes. God, what he would give to see those eyes glazed over coming down from an orgasm. Okay, now he really had to stop. He was becoming hard, and that would be difficult to hide from her if he went inside the house. But maybe, he should just do something about it. He could feel something there, and he caught the way she was staring at him earlier, so maybe she feels something too, right?
"Soul?"
Soul's ears perked up. Maybe he wouldn't have to do anything. Maybe she would walk over him and give him the kiss of his life and straddle him, while his hands would wonder up her shirt and…
"I'm gonna go in my room, okay? Be careful, the floors are wet." She said, in a meek, hurried voice.
"Uh, okay?" He replied.
Orrrr, maybe not.